#robin buckley x afab!reader

[eds6ngel]

i love your robin blurbs omg 😵‍💫😵‍💫 if you have time could you write something about her and r fooling around in family video? she just loves you so much that she has to have you right there!

of course i can!! it’s a short one, but i hope you enjoy regardless ♡

warnings: SMUT!! afab!reader. semi-public sex. oral (r receiving.) orgasms. established relationship. swearing. pet name (baby.) food mentions. [0.5k].

“Oh, baby… Fuck me…”

When you came into Family Video, visiting your girlfriend Robin was actually second on your to-do list. Your mother had asked you to return a rental she had out for the past week.

You weren’t even acting secretly flirty with her. It was just a casual, platonic-sounding conversation with a dedicated chore in mind.

But, turns out that Robin was feeling pretty needy today, and after forcing Steve to finish his lunch break five minutes early, she was dragging you to the backroom by the hand.

And that’s how you ended up here, quietened, and sometimes muffled, moans being let out of your throat as you were spread on the edge of the metal table, Robin kneeling comfortably between your thighs as she let her tongue do the magical work.

Your hand was tangled in amongst her golden locks, bangs sticking to her forehead as you tried your best not to let the table screech along the tiled floor.

Your left leg was draped over her shoulder, her black-painted nails digging into the flesh of your thighs as her tongue continuously flicked over your clit.

She would wrap her lips around your clit, whilst her tongue alternated between a side to side and up and down motion.

You don’t know what it was about Robin’s mouth, but she could make you cum from just that alone. She was gifted such a beautiful mouth. It was made for your pussy.

“R-Robbie. I-I’m close. So fucking close for you, baby. Oh my God.”

You had to try and keep your voice down, your legs doing the talking by beginning to shake uncontrollably. The walls here were incredibly thin, and you didn’t want Steve to have to answer to confused customers concerning the moan-like sounds coming from the backroom.

Robin kept up the pace, humming against your clit and shaking her head, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my God!”

They were the loudest whispers you had ever let out, and with your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, you had to quickly slap your hand over your mouth to suppress the moans attempting to escape it. Your legs shook even more, hips erratically lifting up from the cool metal as your orgasm washed over you.

Robin continued licking and sucking, guiding you through your high, until you comfortably pushed her head away, avoiding the overstimulation.

She lets go of your clit with a pop, standing up from off her knees, and wiping the slick that was dripping down her chin away with her grey blazer.

She quickly flattens out her outfit, preparing herself to get back to her job in a presentable manner, before smirking at you and saying, “Well, that was the best lunch I’ve ever tasted. I’ll have to try that delicious dessert more often whilst at work.”

And from what you just experienced, you were very willing to be her meal for every single one of her shifts.

taglist: @agxxb @robinsno1lesbian @agenderrat

[moonkake-143]

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 | Into the Labyrinth

Goblin King!Eddie X AFAB/Fem!Henderson Reader

Edited By the lovey: Jen

Contents: Slow Burn, One sided pining from Eddie turned mutual, love at first sight, fluff, angst, no use of y/n

Summery: Your time starts now and your first challenge awaits.

Chapter 2/? {wc: 5.7k}

Masterlist

Part 1  Part 2

The walk felt long and arduous, especially with the sun beating down on you as hard as it did. How odd it was that you were just under the cover of darkness back home— it had been cold and stormy, but here the sun was high up in the sky, with clouds only partly covering the land. Below you, the grassy hill felt as if it went on forever, and for a beat, you thought it did— a sick trick already at the start, but one thing remained a constant in your mind.

        Find Dustin and get out of there.

        You thought those words over and over like a mantra, or hell, even a prayer, pushing yourself forward despite the burning sun. Despite the clock that timed you from the top of that damn hill. Despite the handsome, curly-haired man who brought you here in the first place.

        Cursing him, you shook your head and continued your trek, finally reaching the bottom of the hill and landing on a dirt road. The surrounding fields were barren, and crops rotted in tipped-over barrels. The area was devoid of life, and as the smell of charcoal invaded your nostrils, you scrunched your nose in disgust, picking up the pace. With sunken thatch roofs, the houses were charred, and when you came closer, you noticed arrows stuck in the rotting wood. You noticed the claw marks that scarred the doors and the rust-colored stains that marred the sides of the cottages. There had been some sort of struggle; a carnage that had been long forgotten, but there were no bodies in sight— as if they had just up and vanished.

       Just what happened here?

        As you walked, the ash-stricken houses began to converge the closer you walked towards the forest, as if a village was waiting deep inside. A growing uneasiness followed you until you finally stopped in front of a signpost, realizing that the dirt road forked into two paths— one that went into the forest, and another that continued towards abandoned farmland. Both signs were illegible, written in a language that resembled the scribbles of a two year-old. But even if you could translate them, the wooden signs were so damaged, rotting and falling apart, that you struggled to decide which way to go.

        Without warning, a gust of wind swept through you, and you shivered, rubbing your arms to combat the sudden chill. Now you really wished you had a jacket, rather than just a tank top. However, you noticed that the wind whisked a trail of leaves into the woods.

        If that wasn't a sign, then you didn't know what was.

        Taking a deep breath, you followed them down the path.

        Time seemed to stand still as you walked through the damp forest, but then again, time felt a lot different here. The trees provided a much-needed cover from the burning sun, casting gloomy shadows. It seemed to be a logging camp, with a scattering of wooden cabins that looked in better shape then the ones outside, but were still unsettling to walk past. You found more arrows, with rusty axes embedded in the trunks of trees, but nature seemed to overtake them. Grass and daisies grew in the gaps between abandoned machinery, covering the pieces in moss. More houses seemed to go deeper into the forest, all seemingly abandoned and overgrown.

        As you walked, the humidity caused your hair to frizz up and covered your entire body in an uncomfortable layer of sweat. You let out a huff and wiped the condensation from your brow, your legs aching.

        How long had you been walking for? Was this all for nothing? Had you gone the wrong way? Was there no labyrinth at all? Questions swirled around your mind as your chest swelled, your breath shortening. The heat was not helping— it felt suffocating, as if the entire forest was a damp sauna. What was it with this sudden change in weather?

       With a ragged breath, you finally stopped walking, and your vision blurred with tears. Anxiety gnawed at your very core, your body tensing and trembling as you buried your face in your hands, taking deep breaths. Slowly, you tried to steady yourself, your head aching and pulse pounding. As the pain in your chest subsided, you lowered your palms from your eyes, slowly opening them.

        In front of you wasn't the dirt path, but a large gate— one that hadn’t been there before. It was tall and deeply ornate, with a stone arch and iron bars that were curled into what looked like bats. Moss and vines twisted along the cobblestone pillars on either side, but what caught your eye was the wide, seemingly endless wall that encompassed the labyrinth. You slowly walked up to it, grabbing onto the iron bars and pulling— but the gate was locked.

        "Come on, I've come this far…” you sighed.

        "Halt! Who goes there?”

        Jumping in surprise, you spun and frantically looked for the source of the voice, bringing your arms up in a defensive position— albeit a rather weak one.

        "Who’s there?!” you called out.

        The disembodied voice seemed to chuckle at your attempt at intimidation.

        "I should be asking you that! What brings a human to my neck of the woods?”

        The voice sounded feminine and held a jolly lilt of humor, one that eased your stance slightly. Looking around, you kept your fists up, stepping forward. Maybe those karate classes from elementary school would kick in if something did happen.

        Then as swift as the wind, someone from the top of the gate dropped behind you.

       "Boo!”

        Yelping, you tripped and landed on your bottom, stirring up dust that caused you to cough.

        Curse your lack of instincts and balance. Those classes did nothing to prepare you.

        When the dust settled, you found a pair of striking blue-green eyes staring you down. You let out a gasp, quickly scooting backwards in a feeble attempt to crabwalk away from her. She was sun-kissed, as if she spent her life outside, with freckles dotted across her nose— or was it dirt? You couldn't tell, but she was studying you like a specimen, her eyebrows married in concentration at the possibility of you being a threat. But then she relaxed and flashed a sharp-toothed smile, her teeth both blinding and scary.

        "So it is you! The girl Eddie’s always on about!”

        "Wh-What?”

        "Oh, sorry for startling you— here, lemme help you up.”

        She grabbed your forearm, hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing, and you winced as her sharp claws lightly grazed your skin. Her dirty-blonde hair was chopped just above her shoulders, her eyes crinkling under her wide grin. How could she smile even more?

        "Who are you?”

        "Oh right, I’m Robin! I watch over this gaudy-looking gate!”

        Robin stepped back from you, and it was then that you fully took her in. She wore a similar outfit to Eddie's, dressed in a poet shirt and tight trousers, with gloves fit for an archer. Slung over her back was a longbow and a quiver of arrows, and a dagger was sheathed to her hip. Gold piercings adorned her ears, which were long and pointed— something you had only ever read about in fantasy novels.

        "You’re an elf…?”

        "Oh hells no! A goblin, actually! Never seen a goblin before? We're nothing like those posh pricks!"

        "No, I've never seen a real goblin before..."

        "And it's been a while since I've seen a human! They're quite rare around here.”

        Shaking your head, you stared at her in awe. Goblins always were depicted as small, evil green things, but Robin— she looked human. It made you wonder what elves really looked like.

        "I know, I am quite stunning, but I'm afraid I'm taken!"

        You realized you were staring for longer than was socially acceptable, and your face turned bright red as you broke your stare.

        "You're really the girl he's always talking about, huh? I can see why he likes you.” The relaxed tone disappeared from her voice, her previous expression returning as she studied you. The goblin woman then began to circle you like a vulture, sizing you up and scanning you from head to toe.

        "What? Why are you doing that? Robin, right? Please, can you let me inside?”

        "Woah, one question at a time. Start with the most important one.”

        "Can you please let me inside?”

        "I can, but that’s not the right question.”

        "What? What do you mean not the right question?”

        "You ask a lot of questions, huh?”

        Robin finally stopped in front of you and stared, a smile slowly appearing on her face. She was quiet, letting you stew in your own mind.

        What was she talking about? You said please, was that not enough?

        You turned your back to her, opening your arms and lifting them to the sky.

        "Open Sesame? Abracadabra?”

        Robin burst into a fit of laughter, her own face turning red as she clutched her abdomen, her shoulders shaking. You dropped your arms in embarrassment, cheeks flushing as you wracked your brain for what could have been the answer— why wouldn't she open the gate?

        Oh wait.

        "...Will you please open the gate?”

        "Now that’s more like it!”

        Robin turned and pushed vines aside to reveal a wooden lever, pulling it down. The mechanisms began to churn, the cranking of the gears becoming louder as you walked closer. Anxiety quickly settled into a permanent place in your stomach.

        "How bad is it?”

        "The truth? Terrifying. Are you really going in there?” Robin watched you with curious, worried eyes.

        "I have to…for my brother.”

        "You mean the brother you wished away? How admirable. But here’s your official warning: a mere human like you may not make it out alive. The labyrinth is no game to take lightly— you might forget which way is which, fall into a pit of spikes, or encounter a monster thirsty for blood— you'll never know what you might find.”

        Staring wide-eyed at the open gate, you turned to her.

        "There are monsters in here? You're not messing with me?“

        "Afraid not, but here— you might need this.”

        Robin unclipped her dagger, quick to wrap the belt around your waist.

        "Promise we’ll be friends if you make it out alive?”

        "When I make it out…”

        "That's the spirit! Now go get 'em! Don’t die!" Robin’s smile was blinding as she pushed you towards the entrance. "Good luck, and don’t take anything at face value!”

        You swallowed the lump in your throat as you stared at the stone walls, which seemed to beckon you inside. Taking a breath, you crossed under the gate, which quickly fell shut behind you with a loud bang. You jumped, turning to see the goblin woman waving from the other side.

        Letting out a surprised huff, you faced ahead once more.

        "Alright, I gotta find Dustin," you thought. "I've only got thirteen hours— how am I even going to track that? Robin mentioned monsters...at least she gave me this…"

        Pulling the dagger from its place on your belt, you examined it. It was a simple thing wrapped in leather, with a slightly curved blade. Embedded in the hilt was a red stone, possibly a ruby. You held it out and slashed at the air, imagining your target as someone with curly hair and brown doe eyes. Once satisfied with yourself, you sheathed it away and continued your journey.

        You walked slowly, taking in your surroundings and keeping a watchful eye out for any traps. Brown roots covered the stone walls and spilled onto the path in thick chunks. You carefully maneuvered around them, but the passage seemed to go on forever, and you slowly went from a walk to a jog, and from a jog to a sprint, running down the path with no end in sight.

        Your careless running finally caught up to you when you tripped over a thick, gnarled root, toppling over and tumbling to the ground. Knees digging into dirt, you huffed as you looked up, and from the corner of your eye, you saw it.

        The labyrinth was moving.

        By the looks of it, it changed ever-so slightly— nothing the careless eye could catch so quickly. The walls shifted in what looked to be a wave of magic, pulsating as if they were alive, and the root you had just tripped over slowly disappeared, rescinding into the stone crevices behind you. Was the labyrinth alive after all? Or was this Eddie’s doing?

        You punched the ground in frustration as the pain in your knees became a dull ache. Groaning, you sat up against the wall, your face red not just from exhaustion, but the anger that bubbled to the surface.

        "You can’t be serious!" you screamed at the bright blue sky, hoping someone— anyone— would listen. "What the actual fuck am I supposed to do? Hey, Eddie! Yeah, I have a feeling you can hear me, you prick! What the fuck!? You didn't say it fucking moves! Or that there were monsters in here!”

        You were met with dead silence as you leaned your head against the stone wall, catching your breath and closing your eyes.

        "Alright, this is fine, just breathe. This is like one of those DND campaigns. Yeah, okay, maybe none of this is even real. Did I finally lose it? What if Dustin is dead? Oh god, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself— what if I'm dead too?! What if mom finds me on the side of the road?!” Your ramblings carried through the silence of the labyrinth, hands trembling as you raked your fingers through your hair in anxious panic.

        Tears threatened to escape your eyes, and you tried to will them away, but had to shove your palms against your eyes to force them to hide. You wouldn’t cry, not over this, not over hypothetical scenarios. Dustin was alive— he had to be. You remembered his bubbly laugh. You remembered how curious he always was, often getting into trouble. You remembered how he tucked his head of curls under your chin when you watched movies together. Then you thought about how scared he must be without you there, in the dark and surrounded by terrifying monsters who could eat him if they wanted to. You tucked your knees close to your chest, hiccups erupting from your body as the tears you tried so hard to fight back flowed from your eyes.

        "Are you alright, dear?”

        You jumped at the sudden voice. It was a gentle thing, feminine and holding a motherly lilt that pulled you out of your internal dread. You searched for the source of it, eyes teary.

        "Would you like a spot of tea? I believe I have some leaves perfect for brewing.”

        The source of the voice finally revealed itself to you, hanging from a vine on the wall. Rubbing the tear stains from your cheeks, you leaned towards the creature. A spotted mushroom sat on its head, and delicate, glistening fairy wings sprouted from its back. You shook your head at the question.

        “What troubles you, my dear?”

        The fairy was small but seemed wise with age, with pointed ears that stuck out from her dark brown curls. Her skin was golden, as if the sun blessed her, and she wore a dress made of leaves. Her voice was warm and inviting, but her golden eyes looked you over with sorrow and worry— a mother's gaze, no doubt.

        "It’s this maze! It moves without warning! How am I supposed to get through it in thirteen hours?! Dustin is probably scared to death and it's all my fault!”

        "Oh dear, our king hasn’t properly warned you of the labyrinth, has he? Well, I can tell you with certainty that the brother you shed tears for is safely tucked away in his manor. Our king is kind and always watches over us, including little ol’ me. But in this place, things are not what you expect— for example, take that wall in front of you. It is no ordinary wall.”

        The fairy's wings gently fluttered as she lifted herself towards the wall. Placing a small hand against it, she seemed to keep floating forward.

        Slowly calming your tears, you picked yourself off the ground and approached the wall. Hand outstretched, you expected yourself to stop short, only you stumbled forward.

        "So it’s an illusion...” You walked further and were finally able to place your hand against the cobble, where you saw paths on either side. The fairy slowly settled onto your shoulder, her wings limply hanging downward.

        "I’m sorry, dear— my wings don’t quite flutter how they used to. Can you set me down near that mushroom there? Thank you.”

        "No, I should be thanking you. I needed your help.” You crouched and held your palm towards your shoulder. The fairy hopped onto it, and you set her on the dirt.

        "Oh dearie, it was nothing. Now go, he’s waiting for you!”

        "Thank you again.”

        The fairy gave you a warm smile before waving you away, her hands sparkling as you straightened up. There were two paths to choose from, both looking nearly identical. You looked to the right first, which was lined with spotted mushrooms, and then to the left, where flowers grew from stone walls. Your feet moved towards the left path, distracted by the flowers, but you stopped. 

        "Maybe the flowers are a trap. Their smell is so overwhelmingly sweet, it's giving me a headache— I can't go that way.”  You shook your head and swiftly turned to the right, following the mushrooms down the path.

        You walked and walked for what felt like hours, the pulsating walls shifting from gray cobblestone to green hedges, the changes taking place in your peripheral vision. When you looked over your shoulder, you noticed that shrubbery covered the opening you came through. You pulled the dagger from its sheath and carved an arrow into the ground, marking your path. Keeping the knife out, you trekked through the hedge maze, and when you reached a dead end, you sighed and turned back— only for the arrow mark to be missing.

        "What the hell? This is such a sick joke— I swear it was right here! Ugh!” You stomped, and the stone tile beneath your foot clicked. Your breath stalled short as your eyes darted around, but you saw nothing. You heard the sudden rustle of leaves, and turned to find that the dead end had opened into an archway. It could have been some sort of trap, but you were desperate, and hurried through the opening.

        The passage slowly opened to a courtyard surrounded by round hedge walls, and you froze as fear took hold of you. Between two pillars, you found a mysterious creature sleeping. It was blocking something— a door.

        "This has to be the way. Of course it wouldn’t be so easy. I need to find a way around this thing— whatever it is."

        You surveyed the creature from a distance, still frozen in fear and awe. Curled like a sleeping housecat, it resembled a golden lion with feathered wings. How were you going to get around it? Your sweaty fingers gripped the hilt of the dagger Robin had given you. It wasn’t much, but you took comfort in having something to defend yourself with. You inched forward, trying to find a way around the beast.

        The animal stirred and you froze immediately, sweat beading on your temple as you defensively held the knife in front of you. The creature then growled and twisted, stretching out in its sleep. A crystal ball rested under its paw, suddenly lighting up, and an all-too-familiar voice shouted through it.

        "Chrissy, wake up!”

        The creature hummed and swiped at the ball, which rolled its way towards you. Maybe this was your chance for contact— to see if your brother was alright.

        You quickly sheathed the dagger and dropped down to hoist the crystal ball into your hands, backing away from the creature. Larger than the one previously offered to you, the orb reflected a man with shaggy curls. You glared at his image, but Eddie's attention was elsewhere as he shouted at someone, his voice muffled by all the noise around him. In the background, you heard the sounds of goblins yelling and knocking each other over as something metal loudly clattered to the floor.

        "Eddie, the kid is causing too much trouble! He nearly decapitated little Mike with a sword just now! You watch him, I need a break!” 

        "Stevie you can't leave now! He likes you!"

        "Not my problem! And stop calling me that!

        The unknown man huffed in annoyance before walking off and Eddie rolled his eyes before he let out a heavy sigh. 

        "Some one else was watching over Dustin? And he was around a sword?!"

        Eddie's pointed ears twitched at a high-pitched scream and he groaned, before turning his head to face you.

        "How many times do I—? Oh hello, Miss Henderson.” His eyes widened, not expecting to see you on the other end of the crystal.

        "Where is he?” Your voice was low and angry as you quickly hid behind a pillar, but he seemed distracted.

        "Where’s who? Hey!" The ball jostled as it was ripped from his hands. "Get back here!” He started chasing after the thief, and when he seemed close, you heard childish laughter.

        "Dustin, is that you!?” Your eyes brimmed with tears as you clutched the ball close, a relieved sigh escaping— none of your fears had come true. 

        The laughter became louder as your brother’s gummy grin took center stage, his blue eyes crinkled with glee as he ran, the crystal shaking in his hands.

        "Dustin! Dustin! Are you okay?!” Your voice shook as you tried to get his attention, lowering it as the sleeping creature stirred. He laughed and joyously called your name.

        "I okay, no worry!”

        "Are you sure? You're not hurt? Where are you?” Your questions came out quick, but he giggled, his curls bouncing as he ran.

        "I at Eddie's house! I like it here and I like Eddie! He play with me and I still eat my veggies, like you say! But Eddie don’t eat.”

        "I’m coming to get you, okay? I'll be there soon. Then we’re gonna go home and eat all the ice cream you want. If the goblins do anything bad, then you hit them real hard and run away.”

        "Yay!" The boy cheered, but his running slowed, his eyes droopy and tired. "Pinky promise...?”

        "Pinky promise…I…I love you.”

        "Love you…” he yawned.

        Suddenly he was scooped up, laughing sleepily— something you didn’t think you would miss so much.

        "I’ll take that back now, you little rascal— time for bed.”

        The image shook once again as Eddie plucked the crystal ball from Dustin's grip, holding it out to show the two of them. Dustin dug his face into his shoulder and clung to his neck, legs wrapped around his torso. The man’s eyes were gentle as he shifted his attention from the boy to you, and with a soft voice, he stared you down.

        "You have eleven hours— I'll see you soon.”

        Red smoke filled the crystal, and when it cleared, he was gone.

        "What was all that about? No, forget him, Dustin is okay. He's been eating and now he's going to sleep. See me soon? When I see Eddie, I’m gonna—"

        You set the large crystal ball on the ground and turned to the now very-much-awake creature— one that was half-human, dressed in a white and gold toga. Her ocean blue eyes were piercing, her golden hair perfectly framing her soft face.

        "It seems you caught me napping— you must be the famous Henderson girl I hear so much about.” The creature's voice was soft and tired, her eyes staring you down as you stood away from her.

        How did all of these creatures know you?

        You kept still, your heart furiously beating in your ears. You were sure she could hear it too.

        "That knife at your hip— I hope you weren't planning on using it on me. Otherwise, you might have been my lunch.” she grinned nonchalantly.

        You quickly shook your head— a lie.

        "Come closer, don't be shy. I’m Chrissy and I promise I won’t eat you— there are things here that are far worse than me. Now for your test!”

        You slowly began to approach her, noticing three large locks on the door behind her.

        "Test? What kind of test?”

        "It’s really easy, just answer some riddles and unlock the door behind me to continue towards the city. Easy-peasy!”

        "Wait, riddles? You're a sphinx?” You wracked your head for the story, remembering the creature from a book of Greek mythology you read for history class.

        "Well no, I’m a goblin. We come in all shapes and sizes." Chrissy was a large creature, but she began to shrink, her lion legs shifting into human ones. Her toga reached her ankles, and her bare feet seemed to have been dipped in gold. Her blonde hair fell just past her shoulders as she yawned, arms stretching out above her head.

        You watched in awe and she smiled brightly, giving you jazz hands. The golden bangles around her wrists clanked when she did so.

        "Alright then, I have three riddles for you. If you can’t solve them, then unfortunately, you'll be...misplaced.”

        "Wait, misplaced? Where to?”

        "Typically you’d be placed anywhere in the labyrinth, but in this case, I was told to send you back to the beginning.”

        Your eyes widened and she laughed, her jewelry jingling as she approached you.

        "So, are you ready or not? You don’t have that much time…”

        Taking a deep breath, you nodded. Hopefully all those Dungeons and Dragons sessions would pay off.

        "I’m ready…I think.”

        She clasped her hands together in prayer and her blue eyes gently closed. When she opened them a few seconds later, they glowed a bright gold. You flinched at the unexpected change, but tried to relax. This was your first true test.

        "Your first riddle is this: if given one, you’ll have many or none at all.” Her voice echoed throughout the landing, shaking the hedge walls.

        You steadied yourself and delved deep into your mind, stewing in the question. You had to think carefully; if you gave the wrong answer, you would have to start all over again. And if you did, there most likely wouldn't be a kind fairy creature to help you. What would you even choose to say? There were so many choices.

        Wait.

        Taking a deep breath, you shakily gave your first answer.

        "A choice…?”

        Chrissy smiled, and a lock from behind her fell to the floor.

        "That is correct— your destiny is shaped by the choices you make on your journey through life. Many choices can alter your path, whether they lead you to ruin, or lead you to glory. Choices give the power to challenge your fate. Now your second riddle is this: some are cherished, some are hated, and even if lost, they remain with you.”

        You stared at her, taking in her words, imprinting them into your mind. It could be people— maybe it was. But how are lost people still with you? In your heart?

        Suddenly you thought of your father, the day he left Hawkins ingrained into your memory. Your mother was pregnant with Dustin at the time— you remembered her crying after work, still in her scrubs. You remembered the day she came home with your brother in a carrier and how she cried for weeks after. You remembered seeing her less often. You remembered waking up to feed Dustin when your mother worked night shifts. You remembered not having a Sweet 16th after he was born. You remembered helping to pay for his racecar bed. You remembered getting him to say your name for the first time. It was his first word. You remembered raising him, and you remembered loving him so much. But you remembered the sleepless nights before tests. You remembered missing school to watch over him when he was sick. You remembered crying when he wouldn’t stop. You remembered having to swallow back the tears when your mother was there. The memories were a cocktail of pain, loss, and happiness.

        You remembered…

        "Is the answer memories?”

        Another of the locks fell to the ground, causing it to shake.

        "Correct— memories are powerful. They may hold a person's love or hate, their joy and their grief, and some may choose to block them out. The memories you hold dear will always be imprinted into your heart, even as years pass. Our memories shape us, and you are now stronger because of them. Keep those memories close, for even if they hurt, they are a part of who you are. Now, your last riddle is this: they arrive every night, whether invited or not. They can be seen, but not heard or touched. If one falls, they all keep moving.”

        You absorbed her words into your mind— you needed to get this right, or you would be doomed to reset this death trap. Tapping your foot, you tried to wrap your head around the riddle. You looked up at the sky above you, falling into a distant memory.

        "Whas in da sky?”

        "Those are stars, Dustin. You can only see them clearly out here.”

        "Why?”

        "Because it's dark here.”

        "The dark is scawy...”

        "It can be, but the stars will always keep you safe.”

        "How?”

        "Well, you see that up there? That’s the North Star— when it comes out, you make a wish on it. And guess what? If you follow it, it can take you home.”

        You sat on the driveway with Dustin in your lap, staring up into the starry sky. There had been a blackout, and your mother was still working at the hospital. The sudden darkness had scared the boy, and you tried to calm his cries by bringing him outside.

        "It can?”

        "Yeah, and do you wanna know the coolest thing?”

        "Wha?”

        "Sometimes stars fall from the sky. They say bye-bye to their mommies and they go on their own adventure. They fly by and spread their magic dust to make you happy.”

        "Really? They not scawed?”

        "Maybe, but it’s okay to be scared. Their mommies are always watching.”

        "And sisters?”

        "Yeah buddy, their sisters watch them too.”

        Dustin leaned against you, staring up at the sky with awe in his bright blue eyes. The stars, despite the blackout, kept on moving.

        "Is Mommy still working?”

        "Yeah, the hospital needs a lot of help, so she’s staying late.”

        "I sleep with you?”

        He looked up at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes, and how could you say no to that? You sighed and gently nodded.

        "Yeah, you can sleep in my room 'til Mom gets back.”

        He cheered and leaned against you, his eyes starting to close, and for a second, you thought a comet shot through the sky.

        You wished things were different.

        "Stars— the answer is stars.” Your voice came out shaky and unsure, and you held your breath until finally, after what felt like years, the final lock clicked open and fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

        "Correct— for centuries, the stars have guided the lost, and today, their memory guides you forward. Whenever you feel lost in your heart, unsure of how to navigate the darkness within, then look to the night sky. Follow the stars and allow them to guide you, just as they guided others long ago. Just as the stars keep moving, so will you. Congratulations— you have passed the test and may continue on your journey.”

        You held your breath, your eyes wide with shock. Your heart raced as you stood still, as if one wrong move would send you back to the start of the labyrinth. But your anxiety melted into joy when you realized that you had done it— you had passed the first test. You let out a shaky breath, your trembling hands quickly rubbing away the joyous tears that poured down your cheeks. Breaking into a smile, you turned to the orb, pointing at it with a determined fire in your eyes.

        "See that, Eddie?! Fuck you, I did it! Bring it on!”

        Chrissy smiled and tried to hide her laugh. She closed her glowing eyes, and when she blinked them open, she was herself again.

        "Do watch out for traps, won’t you? I would like to see you at the banquet.”

        "Banquet?”

        "Yes, I would like to see you there alive and well. We have a celebration coming up and would love to have you there.”

        You stared at her with confusion etching your features— as if you would voluntarily spend another second in this godforsaken place.

        Chrissy stepped aside as the door swung open, exposing a topiary of a lion on the other side of the passage. You turned to her as she stretched and yawned, her form shifting back to her more animal-like appearance. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you were finally able to voice your concern.

        "Are the next trials harder?”

        "Well, everything has its difficulties and everything has its solutions. You’ll be fine, just keep looking ahead.”

        "Alright, thank you!”

        You took a deep breath, and with a newfound excitement, you passed through the doorway, your eyes trained on the topiary ahead. You looked back at Chrissy, who seemed to settle into sleep, and with a wide smile, you began to run. Your shoes pounded against the flagstone floor as you hurried through the passage.

        But then the flagstone was gone, there was no ground, and your eyes widened as you fell down a gaping abyss. You clawed at the edge of the stone, but it was too late. Your heart raced as you helplessly flailed your arms, the darkness swallowing the scream you let out as you plummeted into the unknown. Was this the your fate all along? Had you made the wrong choice? Gone the wrong way? Were you going to die?

       "I should have looked where I was stepping."

        You fell down, down into the abyss, and the darkness consumed you.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I know it took almost a year to get here but it's here! I'm a full time college student and coming up with original puzzles for this was no easy feat I'll tell you what. I promise I haven't given up yet! Don't forget to reblog, like and comment it really helps! (gosh I sound like a Youtuber lol) But anyways thank you again for reading and back to the writing cave I go!

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[heartbreak-sandwich]

I have been CORRUPTED by insane, gay, sexy thoughts of Robin today thanks to this fic, so hear me out - (NSFW incoming)

You, Robin, a strapless dildo, and a Hitachi wand because of course she has a treasure trove of toys to torture you with.

"Lay back. Relax -- or don't. You're cute when you're nervous," Robin drawls, biting her lip coquettishly.

You lay back slowly on the bed, keeping your gaze on her as she kneels in front of you, her strawberry blonde bangs dusting her dark eyelashes as she leans forward and pushes your skirt up, bunching it around your hips.

She palms at your clothed pussy through your nylons, rubbing up and down slowly, eliciting tiny gasps from you each time she presses her fingertips to your clit.

She smiles wider now and pulls a tote from under the bed. She reaches up and pushes down on your chest, forcing your back down against the bed and your eyes up to the ceiling.

"This part's a surprise. No peeking." She ghosts her fingers over your lips before you hear her rummaging around in the tote, the lid closing, and her sliding the entire box back under the bed.

You feel her touch between your legs again, but it's different this time. You hear the tearing of fabric as she rips a wide hole into your nylons and moves your panties to the side.

You gasp louder this time at the slick sliding of her velvet tongue through your folds. She lets out a soft laugh against you, her warm breath making the goosebumps on your skin stand at attention.

Robin loves you like this.

Her tongue feels so good, but it's almost not enough. You need more to bring you to that fiery edge you crave.

"Robin," you almost whisper.

She stops and looks up at you, scrunching her nose with a devilish grin.

"Always so desperate," she purrs before pressing a wet kiss to your clit and sucking it into her mouth. You moan loudly, letting your head fall back onto the bed as your hands find her soft hair, tangling your fingertips into her tresses and pulling gently.

You're surprised when the contact stops with a pop, and she stands up, grabbing her strapless dildo and sucking the short end into her mouth, her icy blue eyes keeping yours in a chokehold before she lets a long string of spit slide out onto the toy, not batting an eye when some drips languidly onto the floor. Resting one leg up on the bed, she pushes it inside of her until it sits perfectly in place.

She stares down at you and smirks.

"I need more of you," you whine as she picks up the thick wand, giving it a twirl before turning it on, the low buzzing sound making your walls clench in anticipation.

"Be careful what you wish for," she burns before pushing the wand hard against your clit, causing you to cry out and buck your hips.

"I'm gonna make you beg to cum on this cock." You feel the sweet, searing stretch of her dildo filling you up almost too quickly before she angles herself just right and rolls her hips into yours over and over again.

Robin's moans are louder than yours now as she fills you to the brim, bringing the head of the wand to rest exactly where you two are connected, turning the vibration up higher. She grinds her own clit against it so that each movement pushes harder into you everywhere.

Reaching up with both arms, you grab desperately at her perky tits, instantly finding her hardened nipples through her button down, and you pinch and twist just the way she likes it.

Robin's eyes brim with tears as she lets out choked up gasps, and her mouth falls open, her words barely decipherable through her bliss.

"I'm -- I'm cumming."

[daisies-and-domming]

✯Masterlist✯

Welcome to daisies and domming, where all your wildest dreams come true...want to see what we have to offer?

✫Jujutsu Kaisen✫

Side Effects (NSFW) - subby!Nanami Kento x reader; Your boyfriend has been on edge recently - most likely due to a rapid increase in curses over the last few weeks - so when you get a call from Shoko, you assume the worst. Lucky for you both, he’s not dead. However, she informs you that he’s experiencing some strange side effects, so you find yourself rushing to Jujutsu Tech to deal with a rather unfortunate… problem.

Boxing Day (SFW) - various JJK characters x reader; You and your partner had a Merry Christmas, but now it’s time for you to move on to the new year! How long does it take for you to take down all of your Christmas decorations, and what challenges do you run into along the way? 

✫Stranger Things✫

Movie Night For Two (Can I Call it a Date?) (SFW) - Robin Buckley x reader; Steve can't make movie night - normally you’d be sad but alone time with the girl of your dreams is just what you're looking for.

Boy Next Door (NSFW) - sub!Billy Hargrove x reader; You’ve lived in the trailer park nearly your entire life, long enough to know that nothing in Hawkins was ever normal. So when the new king of the school starts dropping by your trailer at ungodly hours, you don’t even blink - why would you? Weirder shit’s happened here, and you’re certainly not complaining either, not when the king decides to get on his knees for you.

You Jealous, Mrs. Wheeler? (NSFW) - Part 2 to Boy Next Door; sub!Billy Hargrove x reader; You assumed your fling with Billy was a one time thing - he wasn’t exactly known for his commitment, after all. So imagine your surprise when he flirts with you, in public, no less. 'Maybe he’s messing with me,' you thought, until a knock resonates on your door that very same day, and suddenly you find yourself with a needy Billy Hargrove in your bed.

Billy Teaches You to Drive (NSFW Drabble) - just some thoughts about Billy Hargrove teaching AFAB!reader to drive after they fail the test more than a couple times...and maybe some distractions along the way, too <3

✫Obey Me!✫

Just Want You to Stay (NSFW) - switch!Belphegor x switch!reader; Soft, sleepy sex with the sloth demon himself. MC is gender-neutral!

Control (NSFW) - sub!Barbatos x reader; Barbatos believes in the unwavering, whether it’s his loyalty or his belief that he is in control. GN!MC shows him otherwise.

Just Let Go (NSFW) - Request; AFAB!sub!Lucifer x reader; Lucifer has been holed up in his office for almost a week now - and MC has had enough. Lucifer needs a break, and a joke from Asmo turns into a perfect plan to get Lucifer to stop working. AFAB!Lucifer and AMAB!MC!!

It's Always Sunny With You (NSFW) - Request; sub!Mammon x reader; Mammon always takes his brothers’ harsh words head on - he doesn’t care what they have to say about him! But after overhearing his brothers talking behind his back, Mammon isn’t sure how much more he can take. Sometimes, your little puppy needs to be reminded how much you love him (and just how good he is).

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[usedtobecooler]

plaster caster | index

summary: it’s october 1992, and eddie munson has embarked on his first solo tour following the breakup of corroded coffin. you and eddie have history, and once he steps foot in chicago, you’re ready to be at his beck and call during the cities six night sold out stint. only, he has a new band in tow as support, known locally as the pavilion. things get steamy (and maybe a little complicated) as you draw closer to the band members, steve and robin.

warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+ minors dni. reader is afab and identifies as pansexual. individual warnings will be uploaded in each part.

something in your mouth | eddie munson x reader (coming 25/02) coming soon

knee socks | steve harrington x reader (coming soon)

girls like girls | robin buckley x reader (coming soon)

credit for eddie edit to the wonderful @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

[reapons]

“ yes ma’am . ”

robin buckley x fem ! afab ! reader

summary :: you’ve both been thinking about trying out a strap for awhile , and you finally gave in .

warnings :: SMUT , reader has vagina , grinding , oral ( f receiving ) , use of strap ( f receiving ) , praise kink , like- sweet dirty talk … ? , pet names ( sweet girl and baby ) think that’s it !! :3

you were sat on your couch in your pajamas , waiting for robin to knock on the door . every friday robin came over after work , it was their little tradition . your parents always worked nights on fridays .

your eyes were getting slightly heavy when you heard a knock on the door , you sprung up from the couch and opened the door . there was a huge smile on robins face when she walked in , she took you in her arms and pulled you flush against her .

you hugged her back , whimpering once something bumped against your clit . you looked down , seeing a slight bulge in robins pants . that’s when you looked up at her , her smile still as big as before . “ really ? you got one ? ” you exclaimed , smiling hard .

robin nodded , her hands on your waist and pulling you back against her . you hummed softly , reaching up to kiss her as your hands cupped her face .

she smiled into the kiss , then pulling back . “ cmon . ” she said suggestively , nodding to your bedroom upstairs . you nodded , and you both walked up the stairs .

as soon as the door shut , robin pushed you against it . she kissed you roughly , quickly pulling your clothes off . she started down your neck , leaving little love bites as she went .

she walked you over to the bed , laying down as you straddled her . you leaned down , continuing to make out with her .

you still feel the bulge against your clit , starting to grind down on it . robin grabs your hips , helping you . you whimper into her mouth as her hands trail up and down your back , grabbing you in the right places.

that’s when she breaks the kiss , panting softly . “ s- sit on the bed . ” she stutters softly . she stands up and starts to unbutton her belt , revealing a purple strap .

“ awe , my favorite color . how fucking sweet . ” you say smugly , pulling her down on top of you and shoving your lips together . you whimper into the kiss , bucking your hips up .

“ jesus , eager much ? ” robin laughs , her hand sliding under your waistband . she sucks in a breath at your wetness . your panties are quickly pulled off as she pulls your body to the edge of the bed .

she quickly got on her knees . her tongue immediately moved up your folds , tasting your arousal as her lips wrapped around your clit . your back arched , moaning at the feeling .

she pulled back , looking up at you . she easily inserted two digits into you . she bit her lip , studying your expression . “ think you’re ready ? ” she said sweetly

you nod , but she shakes her head and laughs softly . “ need to hear you say it . ”

you groan , looking down at her . “ i’m ready , please . ” whimpering at her .

robin smiles , “ yes ma’am . ” laying you back . she lines up with you entrance , keeping her eyes on yours . “ i’ll go slow at first , tell me when to speed up . ” she says softly as the toy eases into you . your lips part and you let out a sigh , your thighs trying to close .

robin laughs softly , still easing into you while she keeps your legs open . her length is fully inside you . you whimper softly , looking up at her and nodding .

she smiles , starting to thrust slowly in and out of you . her hands are on your hips , holding herself steady . one of your hands wrapping around her wrist as your eyes close . she laughs at the action , speeding up her pace slightly .

you hum , looking up at her with your lips parted as she hits your g spot . you moan , your head leaning back as your legs squeeze her waist .

she smiles , tilting her head . “ close ? ” she says in the sweetest tone ever , you almost melt .

you nod . “ t- talk to me . ” you say in a breathy tone , panting as you look up at her . you’re trying to hold yourself together .

she smiles sweetly , one hand moving down to rub your clit . you start trembling , panting and looking up at robin . “ it’s okay sweet girl , you can do it . cmon . ”

you whine , nodding and looking up at her . “ you’re so close baby , so close . cum for me love , i know you can . ” she says softly .

you whimper , nodding and twitching . “ gonna cum ? yeah ? cum for me , come on sweet girl . ”

you moan , an orgasm ripping through you as your back arches . your head is thrown back . you pant and whimper , hand still gripping to robin . she’s still inside of you , her thrusts slow and delicate as she helps you ride it out .

you look up at her and smile sweetly . she giggles , tilting her head . “ gonna pull out now , okay ? ” she says softly . you nod .

A / N : waaahooo this was so cutesies anyways love love love thank ya !!

tagging gf cus she’s my baby :: @humlover2000

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Home Is Where The Heart Is

Pairing: Steve Harrington x afab!reader

W/C: ~7.2k

TW: 18+ MDNI, smut Teehee. Face riding, oral (both m and f receiving), foul foul language, mentions of depression, smoking weed, impulsive decisions, self-deprecating thoughts, self-image issues, upset Robin Buckley, mentions of the Upside Down, scars, boobs, mentions of trauma

Notes: Yall, this one got away from me but I’m not mad about how it came out at all. She’s not edited but I sure as hell enjoyed writing her. I really wanted to write a reader who isn’t afraid to sass Steve since so much of the fan fic I see is a headstrong woman becoming some shy girl when she likes Steve, and as someone who literally bullies the people she loves, well…anywho. First time writing for Steve, second time writing and posting fan fic, and first time writing smut. Constructive criticism and comments are HIGHLY appreciated since I’ve rediscovered my addiction to writing. I really hope y’all enjoy it!!!

(finally went back and slightly edited away some mistakes lol October 2, 2024)

GIF not mine

Steve Harrington was so over everything in his fucking life. He was sick of shitbag father. He was sick of his emotionless mother. He was sick of going to work every day, sick of Hawkins, sick of Indiana, sick of his life. 

He was over it—truly. 

Eyeing himself up and down and up again, Steve stood in front of his bathroom mirror, critiquing every inch of his body: his scrawny arms, his too skinny shoulders, the bags under his eyes, the scars along his abdomen, even his hair felt flat and volumeless. Steve was just over himself. 

Which is why he almost didn’t feel bad when he drove up to Indianapolis to take a train to New York City, and told no one. He did leave a note in case his parents showed up at home, but the chances of that were slim to none. He knew it stupid of him not to tell anyone where he was going, and he knew that he was going to get the scolding of his lifetime from his friends when he eventually called them from New York, but for now he simply just wanted to enjoy the peace and quiet that the train had brought him. 

He had brought his walkman with a cassette that was made for him a while ago. Currently, Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears played in his ears as the city pulled into view. He had only been there a couple of times before, but each time the sheer volume of it seemed almost overwhelming at first. It was so different from Hawkins, from Indiana as a whole really, which is why he loved coming to visit so much. He knew that you had just left two weeks ago, a month in advance so you could get settled back into city life, starting up your job. He knew you'd be back in two weeks for the long weekend, and to celebrate with the barbeque your family had been running for years, but truthfully, he just wanted a week or two with you all to himself.

So imagine his surprise when you were actually in your apartment, and not in the library a block away, where he had assumed you’d be. He waited patiently in the lobby, watching the elevator doors, hoping that the next time it opened, it would be you. And it’s true, the third time really is the charm, since you walked out of the elevator in an oversized yellow sweatshirt (that may or may not have been Steve’s), and the sleep shorts you had owned for the past couple years, declaring they were your favorite. 

Your eyes lit up at the sight of him, shock and pure joy sprang across your face as your pace immediately picked up. The slippers you decided to wear down to the lobby were more or less halfway off your feet by the time you threw yourself into Steve’s arms. 

Steve dropped the duffel bag he had hastily packed next to his feet and wrapped his arms around you, as tightly as possible. 

“Hiya sweet girl.” He whispered into your hair, kissing your head softly. “Did ya miss me?” 

You snorted into his chest. “That’s a stupid fucking question Steven, we both know you’re smarter than that…” You pulled away and placed a hand on his cheek, the smile never leaving your face. 

“Of course I missed you.” You whispered to him, as if it was a secret only meant for him to hear. “Why don’t we head upstairs, yeah? I can show you the billions of boxes I’ve acquired from moving in.”

Steve kissed your forehead before letting go of you to grab the duffel bag that was now on the ground. You moved towards the desk, and filled out the visitor log on the counter before taking Steve’s hand and bringing him towards the elevator. He squeezed your hand lightly and rubbed his thumb back and forth. 

“I forgot that fancy miss NYU needed an elevator to get alllllll the way up to her new fancy apartment.” You had been extremely lucky. Your grades and work ethic both in high school, and in your first two years of college, had paid off in scholarships and work studies, meaning that you barely even paid for your education. But this past semester, for the next consecutive school year, you had won a housing scholarship, which meant you got to move into the brand new apartment style dorms for upperclassmen for almost nothing a month. 

“Oh please.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed playfully. “It’s an elevator that barely works, and I’m only on the twelfth floor. One of the girls I was telling you about, Jenna? She lives on the twentieth floor. It’s fucking hell when the elevator stops working.” 

The elevator door opened, and a couple other students came out, passing the both of you. Steve watches as you smile and say hi to them. 

“They’re my neighbors.” You explained, pushing the button to your floor, and the doors closed. 

As soon as they did, Steve’s lips were on yours. Your back hit the elevator wall as his knee slotted between your legs. Hummed softly as your arms snaked around his neck, one hand finding a way into his hair, fingers pulling gently on it. 

“I missed you too Handsome” You sighed as Steve slowly started to kiss up your jaw. You tugged on his hair again, and he let out what could only be described a one stop short of a whine. 

The elevator dinged, and he moved away from you, grabbing your hand. 

“Lead the way, gorgeous.” 

Steve would follow you to the ends of the earth. Hell he’s followed you to hell, and back again. He’s watched the very hand he’s holding swing an ax and chop off the head of demon dogs that had taken over Hawkins. He’s seen you rip apart a demobat with your bare hands simply because it looked at him. He’s watched you comfort the kids countless times, holding them when they needed more than just words. He’s watched you try to drink and smoke away the nightmares the two of you shared for years. But he’ll gladly settle for following down the carpeted hallway, stained with things he will never want to know about, towards your apartment.

It was just you, which meant that the entire apartment was pretty bare. The walls only had a few things hanging up on them, and you didn’t even have a couch yet. There were boxes everywhere, but not as many considering you had little to nothing that you brought to New York. But, it made Steve happy to see your personality shining through, despite the vicious nature of your high school experience. 

You took his bag from his hand and pointed towards the phone. 

“How’d you know?” 

“Well, Baby, don’t take this the wrong way, but while you’re never one to run away from those you care about, you are absolutely one to run away from your feelings.” 

Steve rolled his eyes and started to protest, but you just gave him a quick kiss to silence anything he might have to say. 

“Besides, Robin called about thirty minutes before you did, freaking the fuck out. And I refuse to get the brunt end of your beating.” 

You kissed the side of his head before leaving the bedroom, to go to the bathroom, decidedly getting ready for bed now, even though it was barely 5 pm. You knew doing your nightly routine once Steve was here was almost a Sisyphean task. 

Steve had watched you leave before picking up the phone and dialing Robin’s house. It didn’t even ring twice before it was answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey Rob–”

“Steven Harrington I am going to DROWN you. What the fuck Steve we have been so worried about you, especially when you didn’t show up to drive Dustin and Lucas and Max to school, and then didn’t show up for work two days in a row. I mean Steve, you were missing for over twenty-four hours! Your car wasn’t at your house and we could hear the phone ringing in your house when one of us would call—Eddie even went and led a mini search party around Lover’s Lake. Steve we thought, we….” 

Steve pinched his nose while listening to Robin, letting her ramble before she tapered off. “Robs I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry anybody but I just need to be alone and just…”

“Where even are you Steve?” 

“....I’m uh, I’m…in New York.” 

“WHAT. Steve you’ve got to be fucking kidding me, that's like, an eighteen hour train ride, let alone–”

“Rob–”

“The drive up to Indianapolis. I mean Steve we thought you died and instead you were just going on a long distance booty call? Are you fucking insane? Do you know how many people get kidnapped on trains–”

“Robin–”

“Why couldn’t you have just told us where you were going? It’s not that hard top pick up a phone I mean literally exhibit A right now–”

“Robin! Look, I'm sorry. I know what I did was kind of fucked but...Don't call Y/n "a long distance booty call"."

"Sorry. That wasn't..."

"I know." He sighed. "I just needed to not be in Hawkins. I needed to be near her…”

Robin's eyeroll was audible.

“Look Steve, I get it. I miss her too. But you couldn’t have waited another like, two weeks like the rest of us?” 

Just then, you walked back into the room; face washed and teeth brushed. You smiled and kissed his check. 

“No Robs. I couldn’t. I’ll see you in two weeks, or something.” 

“Ste–” He hung up the phone and turned to face his girlfriend. 

“How pissed is she?” You asked, turning to face him, watching him take a few breaths. Steve moved towards the windows, and opened one of them up. 

“Extremely, but they’ll all be fine.”

“When’s the last time you slept Steve?” You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing the spot in between his shoulder blades. He let out a grunt of disapproval, but didn’t move since he enjoyed the feeling of your lips on his back. He breathed in the city air, and it was by no means the fresh air Hawkins used to once have, but it was different and that was all that mattered. 

“Do you still have any of the rolls Eddie gave you during Spring Break?” He muttered before turning around and holding you in his arms, kissing your head. 

“Oh so you only came up here to get free drugs?” 

Steve chuckled and shook his head.

“To answer your question, yes I do. But I have some stuff from the guy who lives a couple floors up, and you cannot tell Eddie but it’s ten times better.” 

“You sneaky sneaky girl. Can’t believe the city turned you into such a deviant. Valedictorian of her high school class turned into a big city pothead. What would your mother say?” He fake scolded, giving you one of the looks he frequently gave to Dustin or any of the other kids when they did something even remotely out of the rhetorical line Steve had created. 

“If you wanted any, you could’ve said so Stevie.” 

The nickname made his heart flutter a little bit. “That’s not what I said.” 

“Yeah well now you owe me for calling me a delinquent.” 

“Actually it was deviant so now I know you don't even listen to m–” You cut him off by kissing his lips, except the smile on your face was too bright to give him a full kiss. 

“Do you want the goods or not Harrington…” 

Steve nodded and kissed your head one more time. “Yes please.” 

You pulled away from him, much to his dismay, but he watched as you went under your bed. Almost your entire body was completely under the bed, and he heard you moving a couple of things around. 

“Are you trying to get back to the Upside Down under there?” He joked as you pull yourself out from under the bed, a ziplock bag containing a couple of blunts in your hand. “Ha ha. Very funny. Hold this.” 

“Aye aye Captain.” He gave you a mock salute and took the bag from your hand while you got to work. You grabbed the towel off of the back of your door, rolled it up, and shoved it against the bottom of the door before standing up, pulling a lighter off of your desk. 

“Okay gorgeous, get that sexy ass of yours out on the fire escape.” 

“Yes ma’am” Steve smiled at you before he clambered onto the fire escape. It was these moments he so desperately craved with you. If he could sit on a fire escape and watch the sunset with you every single night, he would go back to the Upside Down and fight Vecna all over again just to have this moment with you. He sat down against the railing, and let his legs dangle off the side. It seems they weren’t the only ones with this idea, but Steve sure as hell didn’t mind once your thigh was against his. The warmth of the sun mixed with the warmth of your body was more than enough to quell whatever had been going on in his mind. Once he noticed you were staring at him, a light blush tinged his cheeks. 

“What.” He grumbled, looking down through the grate at the people below. 

“Oh nothing, just observing my very handsome boyfriend, and trying to figure out what was clouding his head so badly that he literally dropped everything and disappeared for twenty four hours because he needed to be near me.” 

“What are you getting at lady.” he grumbled, pulling one of the joints, and carefully closing it back up before he chucked it back into your room. He reached behind him and almost closed your window all the way, just enough to squeeze some fingers under to get back inside. He placed the joint in his mouth, and turned to you. You flicked the lighter on, the flame reflecting in both of your eyes before you lit the end of it. 

Steve took a deep drag. He let it fill his lungs. He needed it to push away all of those doubts from before.

After a moment, he slowly exhaled and handed you the joint, still looking forward. The view was really something, considering the fact that if he stared directly across, it was into some elderly woman’s apartment with at least three different cats. But if he turned and looked down the rest of the street, he could see so much more of the city than he ever thought he would be able to. 

You looked at him, taking your own slow inhale of the joint. You placed it on the ashtray near the window and took his hand in yours. 

“Want to tell me what’s running through that pretty head of hair?” 

Steve scoffed before looking down at you. Your eyes were swimming, drowning really, in worry. You kept looking over all of his face before settling back on his eyes. “Steve…” Your voice had gotten softer, and you rubbed your thumb against his hand. “I need you to tell me why you’re here. I promise I’m not mad. I’m actually super relieved that you’re here, if I’m being so truthfully honest Steve. But I know you–I’m actually quite proud of how well I know considering you’re basically a brick wall—Sorry, rambling. But the main point is that you just up and left Hawkins. You traveled halfway across the country for me, and I am so flattered but baby, what’s going on?” 

Steve kissed your hand, before reaching back and grabbing the joint. He took another hit of it, enjoying the ambiance of the city surrounding him. 

“Steve please talk to me.” 

He placed the joint back in the ashtray before placing his hand on your thigh. The sun was getting closer to the horizon, and the temperature was slowly starting to cool, but just enough to make it bearable. If he looked at you, he might just break. 

But you weren’t having any of it. You took your free hand and gently guided his chin, subtly forcing him to look at you. 

“Steve. I need you to tell me what’s going on or I can’t help.”

“Maybe it’s nothing you can fix.” He rasped out, taking in a gasp of breath. The tears quickly started to build up behind his lash line. And he tried so hard to keep them at bay. He didn’t need to cry in front of you, he didn’t want to cry in front of you. “Fuck. Sorry.” He quickly wiped at his eyes a couple of times, desperately trying to keep it together in front of you. 

“Don't apologize when you haven't done a single thing wrong." You quickly grabbed both of his hands and pulled them away from his face. "At least give me the chance to try and help with whatever is going on.” 

Steve bit his lip and looked away from you. “It’s so stupid. Fuck. It’s so fucking stupid. I just had this moment.” He started, “I had this moment yesterday and I was in the bathroom and I was just looking. I could see every single fucking thing wrong with me. It’s like I was making some sick fucking list or some shit. And-And I needed to get out so badly. I couldn’t stay in that house. That stupid house. I needed to leave Hawkins. If I stayed I–” He stopped himself, tears rolling down his cheeks, he finally looked at you. Steve took a couple of breaths before finally continuing, focusing on the way your thumb rubbed across his cheek, despite the light stubble adorning his chin. He looked into your eyes, which were patiently waiting for him to continue. 

You were looking at Steve as if he were the only thing worth saving in this world. And it's a look he's seen before.

“I needed you. And I just couldn’t wait two weeks for some three day visit where I was barely going to get maybe three hours alone with you. I just–Fuck.” He placed his hands on your wrists, turning his head and kissing the palm of your hand. “I’m sorry.” 

“I’m still not sure what you're sorry about Steve.” You smiled sweetly at him, saccharine in every single way possible. He didn’t understand what he had done in the world to possibly deserve someone like you, but he was sure as hell not about to let you go. How could you just sit there and listen to him, and love him so sweetly, when he was so fucked up, inside and out. His body was marred with reminders of everything they had been through. His mind was thoroughly fucked up, and he quite literally runs away from himself and his friends and–

“Steve.” 

His eyes refocused on you. 

“Why don’t we go inside and lie down. I have a gut feeling you haven’t slept in at least twenty-four hours.” You had managed to move from sitting next to him, to kneeling, all while keeping a hand on his cheek.Your thumb was wiping away any stray tears left over. Your other hand was slowly rubbing your thumb across his thigh, it could not have been the most comfortable of positions but somehow you made it look like it was nothing. 

Steve shook his head. “No, no. I’m fine I promise, shit.” He turned away from you, getting up. 

“Steven, I am not doing this right now. You ran away from your house, and traveled halfway across the country to come see me. You haven’t slept in a couple of days, clearly. I need you to climb back through that window and change into whatever you need to for sleeping because you are not okay right now, and I’d rather be a little bitchy just to get you in my bed, then sit here while you pull away from the one person you came here to see.” 

Steve pursed his lips and looked over at you. “You’re not gonna stop until you get me in your bed are you?” his joke only landed slightly flat as you huffed at him, the ghost of a smile on your face. 

“Move it or lose it Harrington.” 

He nodded and leaned down to grab the ashtray for you, but you had beat him to it. “You’re getting slow, old man.” 

Steve rolled his eyes before opening up the window back into your room, and climbing through it. You followed him through, placing the ashtray on your dresser. You turned around to close the window and the curtains, while Steve just sat on the bed and watch you. 

“I know you’re staring at me creep.” 

“Can’t help it. Sorry.”

You huffed at his antics before turning around and making your way towards him. Laying down on your bed, you found yourself between his legs, arms wrapped around his neck, hands playing with the edges of his hair. “Steve you are far from perfect–”

“Gee thanks.” He gave you a weird look, but you continued anyway. 

“But, let me finish, you are not some fucked up…thing, that can’t be fixed. In fact, you’re not some toy or whatever that is supposed to be fixed. You’re not a shattered figurine in your moms stupid little china cabinet or a bent golf club in your dad’s honestly weirdly large putter collection. You are just someone trying their best to get by and it is enough. Being fixed means there is this ideal of perfect that you have to be, but there is not a stupid goal that you need to always be at Steve. You are absolutely amazing the way you are. You are braver than anyone I’ve ever met. You are sometimes too kind for your own good, constantly giving and giving to others when you have nothing else to give but parts of yourself. And you are one of the most selfless people on this earth. You have sacrificed so much Steve, and that doesn’t make you any less, or make you this broken…thing. It just means that you have lived a life that most people couldn’t even imagine, and you are still more than enough for the people who love and care about you.” 

Steve kissed you. 

He couldn't say much of anything to show you how much you meant to him.

“I love you.” He muttered against your lips, pulling you tighter against his body as he continued to deepen the kiss, letting his tongue sweep across your bottom lip. Hands roaming across bodies. Soft gasps for air. Neediness pouring out from the both of you.

He need to show you that you how grateful he was.

You couldn’t get enough of his lips. It had only been a few weeks since you had seen him last, kissed him last, but that was just far too long ago. You had been thinking about him while you wandered around your nearly empty apartment. Something felt like it was missing, and with Steve here, kissing you into bliss, the apartment felt full. It felt like everything was where it was supposed to be–always connected to him, giving life to one another. Your body flush against as much as his as you could, hands pushing against his neck, to try and get impossible closer to the boy who holds your heart in his chest with his own. 

“I love you too Steve.” You manage out once the both of you part for more than  a semblance of breath. He smiled at that and kissed your jaw softly. “I missed you so much babygirl.” 

A soft hum left your mouth, enjoying the warmth of his lips as they slowly moved towards your ear, your neck. His hands had made their way to your hips, fingers gently pushing into the soft flesh.

“You have no idea how much I missed having you in my bed every morning.” Lips finding the soft spot behind your ear. “In my car.” He nipped at your ear, earning him a soft exhale that fell from your lips. “On my couch. In the pool.” He started to slowly kiss down your neck, sucking a bit harder in certain spots he had spent so many hours memorizing. “Mostly. I missed coming home, and getting to fall asleep in the same bed as you.” He sucked on the soft spot of your neck, right above your collarbone, and a soft moan tumbled from your lips as he did. You felt the smirk on his lips, but it was quickly replaced with Steve marking your neck, a hickey that would take too much concealer to hide.

“Fuck Steve.” Your body was glued to his, a slow heat rising through your veins. You shifted slightly, trying to squeeze your legs together, get some friction down where you needed it the most. “Please baby.” 

Steve blew softly on the mark he just left before kissing back up your neck to your lips. “Please, what, babygirl.” 

“Stop being such a tease.” You grumbled, running your hand through his hair, before grabbing some of it and gently tugging, eliciting a throaty moan from Steve’s pretty lips. He fucking loved when you did that. “When am I not?” He bit his lip as the two of you looked at each other. 

You shoved his chest just enough to get him sitting back down on the bed, so that you could climb up and straddle the boy. “If you want to be a tease, than I can do the same thing.” You whispered in his ear, earning a strangled sound coming from Steve’s throat. 

You slowly rolled your hips, feeling the bulge in his jeans grow larger at the contact. “I can tell how much you missed me Stevie.” There was that fucking nickname again. It had him preening as you rolled your hips again. His hands immediately went to your waist, pushing you down and helping you grind against him. 

Your lips made their way to his neck, to his collarbone. “Baby take your shirt off.” You muttered at him, stopping your movements for a second to help him pull it up and over his body. Your hands immediately found their way to his chest, lips crashing back to his, desperate to get your hands all over his body as if you were touch starved, maybe you were. And Steve would completely agree with you. His was just not touching you enough. 

One of his hands made it around your waist to your back still guiding the way your clit rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. His other hand went in between the two and he slid it under your shorts. 

Your breath hitched and your hips stuttered, losing their rhythm a bit as Steve rolled his middle finger around your clit. He smirked as you closed your eyes and let out a moan, grinding your hips a little harder, starting to ride his fingers, his hand. 

“Stevie please.” You mumbled, resting your forehead on his shoulder, letting out another moan as he pushed your underwear to the side, letting the rest of his fingers ghost over your throbbing clit. 

“What Babygirl. What do you need? Tell me what you want." He whispered in your ear, slowly pushing two of his fingers further south to feel just how wet you were for him. 

“Oh baby…” 

You whined at his words. 

“I want you t-to touch me Stevie.” You moaned into his ear as he shoved his fingers further down. Your hips jolted as he ran his fingers up your pussy, letting him feel just how wet you were. He brought his hand out from under both of you and you whined again, this time in protest at the loss of his hand. 

“Is this all for me, sweet girl.” He squeezed your waist, making you sit up slowly and look at him, grinding a little more desperate now that he pulled his hand away. You watched as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, tasting you. Your jaw opened slightly, and your eyes darkened as he moaned, tasting just how good and sweet you were. 

“Fuck Steve. Stop being such a fucking tease.” You barely managed out before you shoved his chest hard enough that he fell backwards onto his elbows on your bed. He looked up at you, eyes blown wide with the thought of fucking you sensless. “Get all the way on the bed Steve.” 

Steve, with little to no hesitation scrambled back onto the bed so he was fully laying down across it. His elbows reach your pillows as he barely holds himself up, watching as you eyed the strained denim where his dick was practically screaming to be touched. 

Once you had decided he moved far enough away, You took off the yellow crew neck revealing the lack of bra underneath. Steve groaned as your nipples pebbled from the contact to the air, regardless of how warm it was in the apartment. He moved to sit up but you just shoved his chest, and he fell back on his elbows. Your body rolled slightly, unhappy at the loss of contact from Steve, but you wanted something, and you knew that if you asked Steve to get you the moon, he would steal a couple extra stars just in case, which is why you wanted to suck him off before you asked him. 

“Baby I wanna taste you.” 

Steve’s eyes closed and his breathing became staggered. “U-Uh yea baby, what..um. Whatever you want.” 

“I want you to watch me. But..” His heart started beating faster as he felt you palm him over his jeans. He let out a breathy moan. “You can’t touch me.” 

Steve’s eyes flew open and as you pulled any of the hair that had fallen in your face, out of it. “W-What. Y/n..”

You kept your hand slowly palming at his bulge as you moved up along his body to kiss hip lips. Your tits ghosted over his chest making him shiver at the faint contact, and making your breath hitch at the way the contact felt on your nipples. “If you don’t touch me baby, You get a prize.” You kissed him softly, a contrast to the way you had been talking to him before. You were asking him to trust you. He kissed back and nodded. “Y-yeah, baby.” He managed out before leaning up on his elbows again, to watch you. 

You let your hands rake down his chest, your touch leaving chills down his body, and made his dick jump, causing goosebumps all over his body. 

“Fuck gorgeous.” 

You smirked up at him before kissing the little line of his V that was peeking out from above his jeans, using one of your hands to pop the button. You managed to pull off his jeans and boxers in one pull, something you bragged about to your friends whenever they asked about your sex life, but that was neither here nor there. 

You both watched as his dick sprang free, hitting his stomach. The movement caused Steve to whine a bit. “Baby I’ve got you cumming before I’ve even touched you.” You muttered to him, spitting into your hand before grabbing him. 

Steve lifted his hips into your hands, unable to stop himself. “Fuck babygirl.” He exhaled, watching as you licked the precum dripping down his dick. You moved your other hand down to his balls and squeezed them gently in your hand, watching as he tilted his head back and moaned. 

“You like that Stevie?” You smirked as he bucked his hips up, trying to resist the urge to fuck himself with your hand. You paused, waiting for him to make eye contact again. Once he managed to gain some semblance of his mind back, he titled his head up, chest rapidly rising and falling, looking into your eyes. The sheer control you had over him just made you hotter than possible. 

Slowly, you started moving your hand up and down, watching as he squirmed,  trying not to rush you. Eventually, you moved one of your hands up your body and slowly started palming at your own tits. Slowly rolling your nipple between your thumb and pointer finger, moaning at the feeling. Steve was about to lose his fucking mind. 

You were getting off watching yourself fuck him. 

You smirked at him once he realized what you were doing. “Tell me what to touch next baby.” 

Steve moaned loudly, and tilted his head back for a moment, trying to focus on anything other than the feeling of your hand on his dick and your hand on your tits, pleasuring yourself. 

“Tell me where to touch next Steve.” 

He managed to look back up at you, his hips slowly quickening as you continued to touch your chest. “W-Where do you–fuck princess–where do you want to be-be touched.” His eyes couldn’t leave your form as you licked your lips and slowly kissed down his dick, before slowly licking all the way up it again. 

“I wanna see how wet you are.” He managed out before he moaned again. “B-baby I’m not….” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m not gonna last much longer if you..” 

“I know Stevie.” You cooed as you continued to move your hand up and down his length. “But you’re such a good boy, you’re doing so good for me.” 

Steve’s jaw dropped and his chest was rising and falling faster and faster. You were moving just slow enough, teasing just enough, to keep him on the edge. 

You let go of him, making him panic and open his eyes. “Baby please, fuck I’m so close pl—” But the words froze in his throat once he watched as you slowly trailed that same hand down your own body and rub your clit with your thumb, letting out a moan, just for him. His mouth went dry as you slowly stuck two fingers into that pretty little cunt of yours, moaning slightly as you did, before pulling them out, covered in your pretty little wetness, just for him. 

The sound that left Steves mouth was not human, as he watched you slather yourself around his dick, just to then slowly put him in your mouth, letting him almost bottom out in your throat. 

“Oh my god.” He moaned out. “Fuck, baby, fuck I’m gonna–” He cut himself off with a moan as you slowly started to bob on his dick, choking slightly everytime you took him all the way in. You squeezed his thigh softly to let him know it was okay before you moved your hand back to his balls, squeezing them every time he bottomed out in your mouth. The sight alone was enough to make him cum right then and there, but what did him in was the way you kept twisting your tongue around the tip, just making him sensitive enough. You felt his dick twitching as he fucked up into your mouth. 

“Baby I–I–, Fuck Baby I’m gonna cu–” His orgasm hit him like a fucking freight train as he came in your mouth. Steve moaned your name loudly in between the rest of the moans he could barely contain. You felt the cum dripping down the back of your throat as you held his hips down, still moving your head, letting him let it all out into your mouth. 

Once he had been pushed to the brink of overstimulation, and his dick started to soften, you sat up and slowly crawled over him, raking your eyes over the wreckage you caused. His hands found quickly wrapped around your body and pulled you flush against him. Steve was sure you could hear his heart beating out of his chest. You slowly raked one of your hands through his hair. 

You slowly kissed his jaw, waiting for him to come to. 

Steve eventually was able to open his eyes, and look down at you. “What’s my prize you fucking deviant.” He managed out, voice still wrecked from the sheer amount of sound that came out while he fucked your mouth. His hands were slowly roaming over your body, touching every inch of you. 

You laughed softly and kissed his jaw again as he squeezed your ass with his hand. Propping yourself up on one elbow, you kissed his lips softly. 

“You’re fucking beautiful.” he mumbled against your lips, listening as you sighed so prettily. 

“Baby if you’re too fucked out, I can save your prize for tomorrow morning.” You whispered against his lips, slowly rubbing your thumb across his pecs, humming as he squeezed your ass again. 

“No fucking way because if that’s what I got to earn a prize, then I want the fucking prize.” Pressing you against him, watching as you still squeezed your legs together. 

“I want to ride you...”

Steve looked at you, almost cautiously, “Anything you want gorgeo-”

“—Your face.”  

A quiet ‘oh’ left his mouth, while a blush spread across your face. 

“Don’t get all shy on me now princess.” His hand reach down and tilted your chin up, forcing you to look back at him. 

“If you’re sure then who am I to deny such a fucking prize.” He licked his lips, lust blown eyes met yours as you let out the breathe you were holding. 

Steve watched as you nodded and lightly tapped against his chest, signaling for him to lay back down. You maneuvered out of your pajama shorts and underwear, tossing them across the room–finding them was a later problem. 

Your legs straddled over Steve’s chest, and his hands slowly slid up your thighs, letting his thumbs rub against the soft doughy flesh. Everytime he moved his thumbs up closer and closer, your hips would start to roll ever so slightly. 

“Steve…” You sighed out as he kissed up your thigh, before switching to the other one whenever he got too close. Except this time, you couldn’t reprimand him for teasing you, since you were his prize, and he could fuck you seven ways to heaven if he wanted. 

Frustration was starting to build up as he kept ghosting his lips over your cunt. Steve watched as your thighs started to shake, your chest heaving up and down, and your hair messily framing the most hypnotizing eyes, watching his every move, begging him to touch her. 

Steve could spend the rest of his life worshiping you–your thighs wrapped around his face, kissing up your stomach to reach your lips, leaving hickies spread across your chest like stars. So when he hooked his arms under your thighs, and pulled you down towards his mouth, he felt as if he was in heaven, hearing the yell of excitement leave your lips, quickly replaced with a moan as he slowly licked up your entire cunt. Flicking his tongue around your lip, and feeling your whole body react. 

Your hands shot out and clung to the headboard as Steve used his tongue to slowly draw figure eights across your clit. 

“Oh my god. Fuck. Steve—Baby please–” You let out a load moan when Steve shoved his tongue up into you, his nose brushing your clit. 

Your hips were moving as you began to ride his face. Steve just continued to lap up into you, moaning once he realized you were fucking yourself on his face. 

The vibrations ran straight through your body and to your tits. “Fuc-Fuck Stevie Baby.” 

Your moans only made his tongue move faster, before he brought one of his hands down and started rubbing your clit with his thumb. 

Your orgasm was quickly building in the pit of your stomach. You felt it grow as he moaned again when your thighs started to squeeze his head.

Moans and swears and gasps continued to fall from your mouth as you rode his mouth. 

Steve was completely drunk on you, lapping up your wetness as if he was a man starved. The noises you were making were beyond pornographic as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. 

“Fuck—Steve, fuck baby. I’m–Can I come Stevie fuck.” 

His brain short circuted for a moment as you continued to beg him to let you cum all over his face, make a mess of his lips and chin and chest. 

He looked up at you, eyes connecting with his. Just as you did, Steve quickly shifted your hips and sucked on your clit, while rolling it around with his tongue.

It was too much. 

You screamed his name as you came all of his face, hips spasming and he continued, pinning you down with his arms, not letting you move away from his mouth. You were the prettiest sight to see, cumming over him, like a goddess. 

He shifted slightly and started to fuck up into you with his tongue again, forcing you to start riding his mouth again, nose hitting your clit causing you to moan his name over and over again. Before the first orgasm was even over, the pressure of another one forced its way through your body.

One of your hands flew down into Steve’s hair, yanking on it roughly, causing him to moan into you. Your mouth opened but no sound came out as you gushed into Steve's mouth, pushing through your second orgasm, and him gladly drinking it up. 

This time, it was too much and your hips jerked away from his face, and onto his chest, soaking it. 

The two of you were panting as your body seized and shuddered, letting the pleasure roll over and over and over until it was bearable enough to look down at steve. 

His face glistened with your cum, dripping down his lips—it was the hottest sight you had ever seen. 

Neither of you said anything as you sat on his chest, body still shifting everytime another wave of your orgasm hit you, leaking down his chest. 

He just slowly placed kisses along your thighs, watching you come down from the intense high, thumb gently rubbing against your hip. 

“Don’t look at me..” You manage out quietly, a soft laugh following it. 

Steve kissed your thigh again. “Want me to let go of your legs baby?” 

“Not yet.” was his answer, and he complied, just watching as you slowly finished coming down. 

“Mmmkay.” You whispered and slowly lifted yourself off of his chest, and moved your leg around so you could lay down next to Steve. 

Steve sat up quickly, and kissed you, fervently but softly, letting your body relax. His lips didn't leave yours as he slowly finished laying you down. 

Eventually steve broke off the kisses and got off the bed to wipe you off his chest. 

The second your head hit the pillow, your eyes were closing and sleep was edging closer and closer.

Steve watched as your breaths started to even out and kissed your forehead before wandering off and locating the bathroom. He smiled as he switched on the lights, and the mirror in front of him lit up. He dug through one of the boxes, eventually finding a towel and using it to clean up your messy adventure, but looking at himself in the mirror.

Maybe everything was just the way it was supposed to be, maybe he was fucked up and flawed and his body was wrecked with scars, but—

“Steve?” He heard your voice carry through the apartment, pulling him from his moment.

You watched as he walked back into the bedroom.

“Are you okay?” You had made your way under the covers of your bed, eyes narrowing at his prolonged abscence from your bed.

“I’m okay babygirl. How are you doin’?” He slipped under the covers and pulled you into his chest, arms wrapped snuggly around your back.

Your lips kissed his neck softly before you rested your forehead on his collar.

“If you're just going to keep running to the city to see me." You muttered. "You should move in.”

Steve is sure he misheard you, but when you look up at him with those eyes, he knows you’re dead serious.

Maybe everything was perfectly fine, maybe he was perfectly okay.

“I’d love nothing more babygirl.” He whispered, kissing your forehead, watching as you smiled contently, starting to drift off to sleep.

And suddenly, it was quiet, except for the soft inhale and exhale of your breath. But this time, instead of everything wrong, all he could think about was how right everything was.

And for the first time, in a long time, Steve Harrington was looking forward to what his everything could be.

[leasstories]

The funfair

Eddie Munson x afab!reader

No trigger warning

WC: 1.1K

You nervously write a note for your crush, Eddie Munson. You have been crushing on him for months now and your best friend, Robin Buckley, told you to ask him at the fair. She said it was the perfect opportunity to get to know each other while having fun. The fair is in Hawkins for a month.

Here’s how, you ended up nervously standing in front of locker 066.

“Put the note in his locker.” Robin presses you.

You anxiously put it in his locker and quickly run off. Robin runs after you and once you stop, you anxiously bite on your thumb nail.

“What if he laugh at me?” You ask Robin.

“I know Munson you dingus, worse case scenario? He is only flattered and Eddies loves flattery. Best case scenario? He says yes and you’ve got a date.”

“I’m gonna make a fool of myself…” You tell her, exasperated.

“No you wont,” Robin answers “I’m sure Eddie will say yes.” She says suspiciously smiling.

“You know something!” You exclaim. “Spill!”

“Munson might have mentioned you once or twice…” Robin spills.

--

Meanwhile, Eddie goes to his locker, followed by Dustin. They talk about D&D and Eddie opens his locker without looking, the note falling on the ground. By chance, Dustin sees it and pick it up.

“What’s that?” Eddie asks.

Dustin shrugs. “It just fell off of your locker.” The younger boy answers.

Eddie unfolds the note and read it. Eddie smiles like a fool once he read the six words neatly written on the paper.

‘Wanna go to the fair with me?

Y/N’

“What is it?” Dustin asks, curious of what made his older friend smile so big.

“None of your business.” Eddie answers? “Go wait for me at the van, I’ll be here in a sex.” Eddie answers. Eddie scribbles his answer and his phone number on the back of your note and put it in your locker, hoping to get a call from you to arrange the details of the date.

--

You got Eddie’s note in your locker when you went to grab your things before heading home. It is now 8pm and you are pacing anxiously in front of your phone, pondering on calling Eddie right now to arrange the details of your date. You take a deep breath and pick up the phone. You compose Eddie’s number.

“Munson residence, Eddie here.” You hear on the other side of the line.

“Eddie, it’s YN,” You tell him.

“You called?!” he asks, positively surprised.

“I called.” You answer.  “I’m really bad at this whole going on a date thing…” You confess.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie coos. “Do you really think I’ve been on a ton of dates before?” he asks.

“I don’t know…” you answer.

“You overestimate me. So when are we going at the fair?” Eddie asks.

“Would tomorrow be okay?” You shyly asks.

“Tomorrow it is!” Eddie answers. “Picking you up at 10 am.

“10 am” you repeat. “Goodnight Eddie.”

“Goodnight Sweetheart.” Eddie answers before hanging up.

--

You hear a car honk in your driveway, you quickly take your bag and get out to find Eddie’s van, parked in your driveway. Eddie gets out of his van and opens the passenger door for you.

“Thank you sir,” you shyly say while climbing into the van.

Eddie and you spend the car ride talking about the attractions you want to do at the fair. Eddie wants to do some sensational rides and is currently trying to convince you.

“I’m sure you are going to love it!” he insists.

“It scares me…” you confess, ashamed.

“I’ll be holding your hand through it if it helps you.” Eddie says reassuringly.

“Okay…” you breathe out.

Eddie parks the van and open the passenger door for you. You both go into the fair and Eddie stops in front of a food booth.

“Want something to drink? Or eat?” he asks.

“What about sharing a cotton candy?” you ask.

“One cotton candy.” Eddie asks the salesman, Eddie pays and hold the cotton candy in between the two of you. While eating, you put accidentally some on your nose and Eddie use his fingers to take it off, he then licks his finger and hold eye contact. You start blushing and see Eddie getting closer to you.

His nose bump with yours and Eddie gently kisses your cheek. You then go towards a rollercoaster, Eddie buys each of you a ticket. In the line, you anxiously bite on your nails.

“Hey, if you’re too scared, we don’t have to do it.” Eddie gently says.

“I want to.” You say smiling a little at Eddie.

It’s your turn, you both take place, harness lowers and the rollercoaster leaves.

You hold Eddie’s hand during the entire ride. You are scared but strangely enough, you like it as well.

Once the ride is over, you and Eddie go to another food booth and order two hot dogs. You sit at a table.

“I really like you.” Eddie blurts out.

“Me too.” You say, smiling shyly.

“I know this date is not over but would you do me the honor of going to a second date with me?” Eddie anxiously asks.

“Of course,” you say before biting into your hot dog.

Eddie and you spend the rest of the meal eating in silence.

You do several rides in the afternoon and you hold Eddie’s hand in each of them but enjoy them nonetheless. When the night starts setting Eddie takes you by the end and leads you towards the ferris wheel.

“Would you like to go to the Ferris Wheel with me?” Eddie asks.

You nod.

Eddie buy the two of you a ticket and climb in the Ferris Wheel. You both sit next to one another, and you hold hand. While you are watching all around you, Eddie can’t take his eyes off of you and once the Ferris Wheel stops at the top, Eddie cups your cheeks and kisses your lips softly. You reciprocate the kiss and break apart once you are back at the entrance. You both leave the Ferris Wheel and in hand and grab a sandwich, you eat in the back of Eddie’s van, asking questions to get to know each other. Then, Eddie drives you back at your parent’s, he get out of his car to open the car door for you, and before parting ways, you kiss him softly.

This was your first date and you couldn’t have dreamt for a better date. You are looking forward for your next date with Eddie in a few days.

Taglist: @abellmunsonmovie

[blckbrrybasket]

Masterlist

Call of Duty

Outer Banks

Kinktober 2024

guide; ᰔ = fluff, ☁︎ = angst, ⟡ = nsfw

SERIES

ᰔ (☁︎⟡) Remmick and His Missy

ONE-SHOTS

ᰔ ☁︎ Robin Buckley x Fem!Lesbian!Reader

☁︎ Mean!Steve Harrington x Mean!Reader

ᰔ ⟡ Mickey Altieri x Gn!Reader

ᰔ Art Donaldson x Gn!Reader x Patrick Zweig

ᰔ ☁︎ ⟡ Agent Whiskey x Fem!Reader

⟡ Vander x Afab!Reader

⟡ Sejanus x GN!Reader

ᰔ Sevika x bratty reader

DRABBLES

ᰔ Kissing Steve Harrington

ᰔ Being Tashi Duncan’s best friend

ᰔ ☁︎ FWB!Art Donaldson x Reader

ᰔ Love Quinn x Reader relationship desc.

ᰔ Dodge Mason x Singer!Reader

⟡ Sevika x Reader in a headlock

ᰔ Comforting Sevika

⟡ Sevika teasing you

⟡ Joel catches you

- Mean!Reader with Steve Harrington

ᰔ Remmick and His Missy

HEADCANONS

- Sevika

MOODBOARDS

- Arthur Morgan

- Agent Whiskey

ODD!READER

⟡ Odd!Reader who can’t stop talking

⟡ Odd!Reader headcanons

⟡ Odd!Reader with a breeding kink

COMING SOON

- Steve Harrington x Reader SMAU

- DBF Joel Miller x Reader

- Remmick x Reader (Missy series)

navigation / rules and guidelines / who i write for

[eds6ngel]

I just read one Fanfic -And it wasn’t even stranger things- which included a cum filled strap and now my bisexual ass (who also loves your writing) can’t stop thinking about Robin fucking R with one of those. 🫣🤭

She’d be shy at first, unsure what to do and if she’s really into it but -Oh boy- the minute she actually gets to fuck R with it 🫢

firstly, thank you, babes !! second, yes. absolutely yes. from a fellow bisexual, i'm absolutely in love with this idea (and horny af.) <3

warnings: SMUT!! afab!reader. strap-on use. dirty talk. mommy kink. breeding kink. pregnancy kink. orgasms. fake cum. internalised homophobia? (unsure how to label it.) modern!robin. r attracted to multiple genders (including cis men.) [0.9k].

robin would be super shy at first. she had insecurities that you thought she could never compare to a man because of her inability to produce sperm. she had used a strap many times before on you, but was the lack of ejaculation from it a personal problem?

it took a lot of convincing (and even more strap-use) for you to tell her that it wasn't a male-centric thing, it was simply the feeling that got you extremely riled up.

so, robin did tons of research. she spent many days on various different sex toy websites, trying to find the perfect toy for you, as well as how to use the piece of equipment.

and once it arrived, my god were you two excited.

you were both desperately trying to open the cardboard amazon box, getting out the fake bottle of cum and new dildo.

“okay, baby, so… according to this… you open the cap at the top there.”

you point to it, but robin’s hands appeared to be shaking again. she thought she had gotten used to the idea through her research, but seeing everything laid out in front of her… it made her nervous.

“hey, hey,” you cup her face gently, “what’s wrong, baby? talk to me.”

“i mean…” she hesitates. she couldn’t shake the feeling off that this felt too male-centric to her, despite you saying otherwise.

she already had worries the first time you had asked to use a strap. but, she quickly realised that she was indeed turned on by that and now couldn’t wait for the times you both wanted to use it.

but, a cum-filled one? that was a whole different level. you wanted a dick that filled you with cum, something she couldn’t physically give you.

“i’m just scared that you actually just want the real thing. like… this isn’t gonna feel like how it does with a man—”

you quickly shut her up with a kiss, whispering in a sultry tone, “i don’t wanna be cummed in by a man, i wanna be cummed in by you.”

and soon enough, the dildo was set up in the next ten minutes.

robin did her usual routine, fingering and eating you out like a woman starved, making you squirm and cry from her incredible actions.

she slotted the new toy into the harness, testing that it was a good fit, before demanding you to get on all fours for her, to which you obeyed immediately.

she lines up to your entrance, using your slick to lube up the dildo before slowly pushing in.

she let you get used to the new toy. it was your normal six inches, but just by the look of it, you both knew it was gonna feel different. she also had to remember not to push in to the hilt like she normally did, the ejaculation button sitting right at the top of the dildo. that would be a disaster if she miscalculated that and the tightness of your walls gliding over activated the squirting.

she felt her normal level of horniness at first, which was already extremely high because it was you after all. who wouldn’t be this turned on by the mere sight of you?

but, once the dirty talk kicked in? that is when she realised that she would need regular stock-ups of the fake cum.

hands gripping tightly into the flesh of your skin, the continuous slapping of her cock echoing off the four walls of your bedroom, you were screaming and yelling, “g-getting close, mommy. need your c-cum. need it so fucking bad.”

robin was gonna end up cumming to the mere sound of your words, letting go in sync with the toy, as if she was actually filling you up with her spunk.

“n-need you to breed me, mommy. need your babies.”

god, if she had an actual dick, she would be doing that every chance she got. the amount of mini buckley’s running around the house would be insane.

“yeah?” robin pants in your ear, leaning over your body, now thrusting directly into your cervix, “gonna let go for me? gonna let go so mommy can breed this pussy for you? make you all nice ‘n full?”

“y-yes! yes! oh my god! oh my god! i-i’m gonna—”

and by the intense grip on the bedsheets, to your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung open, violent noises escaping your throat, robin knew from memory that your orgasm had hit you like a freight train.

she waited for your orgasm to die down, before pushing in as far as she could go and pressing the button.

the fake cum squirted fiercely into your cervix, a long stream entering you, once, twice, three times as robin kept pushing the button over and over again.

she kept pressing and pressing until your legs started shaking, giving out underneath you as robin had to use her arm to catch your weight.

as you both recovered from the intense pleasure, robin silently pleaded to whatever power was out there that one day, there would be a way to make that stick.

and if she wasn’t already turned on enough, the sight of the cum dripping out of your pussy after she had pulled out was something to send her brain spiralling once again.

as she collected the spunk and shoved it forcefully back into your vagina, all she knew was that she needed to make another order of that substance. and she needed to make it soon.

a/n: please let me know if any of this came across as homophobic/lesbophobic/etc etc. i did double check with a queer woman i know who is in a wlw relationship, but she does not identify as a lesbian, so lesbians and other sapphics, correct me!! i'm open to learning more!!

taglist: @agxxb @robinsno1lesbian @agenderrat

[martyrlamb]

✶ guidelines

i generally only write specific characters that im interested in, but i may be convinced to step out of my comfort zone occasionally. the fandoms/characters i generally write for are: resident evil (leon kennedy), stranger things (steve harrington, nancy wheeler, robin buckley), dragon age (fenris, cullen), and harry potter (anyone tbh i just need a good prompt).

i'll do any type of post (one-shots, drabbles, headcanons, fics) with any kind of mood (fluff, angst, smut), so long as you specify what you would like otherwise i will take the reins heheh. i will also need you to specify if you'd like f!reader or gn!reader, though all smut will have the reader with afab anatomy.

im more likely to write it if you req something that isn't ooc for any of these characters :P but i do have a list of absolute no's: large age gaps, violent/extreme kinks, ddlg, incest, teacher x student, underage smut... so, don't req any of that.

no promises that i'll do every req bc i am kind of picky with what i write. be warned... i am such a slow writer with a writing style that's kind of everywhere atm so please be patient w me.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

✨ Master List ✨

18+, MINORS DNI ~ Ageless or underage blogs will be blocked; this content is for adults only. Thank you for understanding 💕

{❤️‍🔥} smut {✨} fluff {🔥} angst {🕊️} contains trigger warnings {📖} series {💭} headcanons {🦄} oneshots {👽} au

🔥 REQUESTS ARE CONSIDERED 🔥 📖 Currently writing for: (Stranger Things) Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley; (Fargo) Gator Tillman *If you have any requests outside of the scope, just send me a message, and we can talk about it! ✨

*Thank you so much to those who have enjoyed my work! Feedback, comments, and reblogs are amazing forms of support and always so appreciated!*

HOHOHOE WEEK 2023 HOLIDAY MINI SERIES Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC (JJ Feron) BLUE CHRISTMAS {❤️‍🔥📖} CANDY CANE LANE {❤️‍🔥📖} WARM ME UP {❤️‍🔥📖}

YOU MADE A FOOL OF DEATH WITH YOUR BEAUTY (finished) Jennifer's Body AU Billy Hargrove x Tommy Hagan; Billy Hargrove x Jason Carver {❤️‍🔥👽🦄🕊️} [Read on Ao3]

RED LETTERS TO NOWHERE (WIP) Stepbro!Billy Hargrove x Mayfield!Reader {📖✨🔥👽❤️‍🔥} [Read on Ao3] 💕 CHAPTER ONE: Move-In Day CHAPTER TWO: Certain Type of People

SNEAK PEEK PART ONE SNEAK PEEK PART TWO

ANIMAL MAGNETISM (finished) Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader {📖🔥❤️‍🔥} [Read on Ao3] 💕 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

ECHOES OF REDEMPTION: LOVE AND SHADOWS IN HAWKINS A Tale of Growing Up, Rock 'n' Roll, and the Battle Against an Unseen World (WIP) Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader {📖👽} [Read on Ao3] 💕 CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR

HE'S THE BAD GUY (finished) Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader {❤️‍🔥✨🦄}

CUTE SECRET DATE TURNED RELATIONSHIP (requested) Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader {✨}

NSFW HEADCANONS {💭} Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader

YOU JUST WANT TO FEEL FULL OF HIM {❤️‍🔥} Billy Hargrove x afab!Reader (gn pronouns)

IN THE SHOWER {❤️‍🔥} Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader

ON THE HOOD OF BILLY'S CAMARO {❤️‍🔥} Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

BILLY HARGROVE IS YOUR BOYFRIEND {💭} Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

BILLY APOLOGIZES {✨} Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader

JEALOUS BILLY COMFORTS YOU {✨🦄}

SIDES OF BILLY ONLY YOU SEE {💭✨}

WAKING UP NEXT TO BILLY {✨🦄}

🐊 Gator Tillman🐊

69 IN A 60 (finished) Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader {❤️‍🔥}

GOOD COP/BAD COP (finished) Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader {❤️‍🔥}

KISSING HEADCANONS {💭}

STEVE HARRINGTON IS YOUR BOYFRIEND {💭} Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

THE CUMPETITION (finished) Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler {❤️‍🔥🦄👽}

EDDIE MUNSON IS YOUR BOYFRIEND {💭} Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

FULL CIRCLE WARNINGS (finished) {🔥🦄👽}

PLEASURE DOM EDDIE BLURB Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader {❤️‍🔥}

💕 Argyle 💕

ARGYLE IS YOUR BOYFRIEND {💭} Argyle x Fem!Reader

💕 Jonathan Byers 💕

JONATHAN BYERS IS YOUR BOYFRIEND {💭} Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader

💕 Other 💕

ST BOYS UNEXPECTED TALENTS {💭✨}

METALHAMSANDWICH DOMESTIC CUTENESS {💭✨}

MUNGROVE MEETING {✨🦄}

RONANCE BLURB - NANCY REALIZES HER FEELINGS {✨🦄}

ST GIRLS DURING BAD BREAKUPS {💭🔥}

ST BOYS AS FATHERS {💭✨}

This list is updated regularly! ✨ Please feel free to send me an ask or message with any requests or questions, and thank you so much for visiting 🥰

[strangermarvelss]

more than a friend

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: it’s true what they say about fwb…it never works out in your favor when you catch feelings for the other

Warnings: SMUTTY (beginning is just talking about post-climax, but still 18+ minors dni), fwb, angst, unrequited feelings, crying, cursing, a little mean!eddie, clueless!eddie, misunderstandings!, fluffy end

Request?: No

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: i've always wanted to write a fwb fic and i feel like eddie is a great start hehe. enjoy! -sava

A sweet sigh escapes pass your lips as you come down from your high, the heavy weight of your best friend Eddie Munson crushing you just a little as he collapses on your back. His breath fans over your neck while his head hangs close to the exposed skin, chest heaving as he comes down from his own euphoria. You let yourself crash onto your stomach, your legs weak from being wrapped so tightly around Eddie’s waist before flipping positions.

The tip of his cock drags along your walls as he pulls the softened member out of you finally, the snapping sound of the condom being removed and tied filling your heightened senses before watching him toss it in the small trash can you kept by your bedroom door. Eddie fumbles around looking through the discarded clothing on the floor, finally pulling his boxers over his lower half and tossing you the shirt he peeled from your body earlier in the night, along with your panties. You sit up and the two of you get dressed in silence, your eyes lingering on Eddie as he buttons his jeans and fastens his belt again.

“You know you’re always welcome to stay over after we fuck, right? We used to have sleepovers all the time,” you let out, a small smirk accompanying your words.

“Don’t you think it’d be weird? Cuddling up after literally being inside you?” Eddie questions you, throwing on his t-shirt and smoothing it out before grabbing his jacket.

It wasn’t something you’d be 100% opposed to. Sure, Eddie was your best friend since your middle school days, but it didn’t stop the two of you from exploring each others bodies now and then. You are both horny teenagers, you knew it would happen at some point, so why not do it with someone you trusted? It also didn’t stop you from breaking the one rule the two of you set in place before everything started: no catching feelings.

The feelings started a few months ago, with Eddie strumming along to a song on his acoustic after quite the intense round between the two of you. You wanted to stay over at the trailer a bit before even attempting to try and walk, so he let you get cozy under some blankets and played you some music. The focussed look in his eyes and the way his forehead crinkled as he plucked the strings made your heart swell, as well as the aftercare he provided before playing the song, which was a rarity for him. You knew then that you saw Eddie in more than just a platonic way, and that you’re beyond fucked.

“I mean I don’t think so,” you finally answer. He shakes his head and lets out a breathy laugh.

“As tempting as it sounds, I have to get back and finish that paper for O’Donnell’s class. Ya know, since I’m actually trying to graduate this year,” he tells you with a devilish grin. You flop back onto your bed and rest against the headboard, hiding the disappointment that surged through your body. “Thanks for the distraction though.”

He walks over and presses a chaste kiss to your hair, smiling down at you before opening your window and sliding out onto the roof seated just below. You always thought it was silly that he insisted leaving out of your window, with him saying he couldn't bear looking your parents in the eye if they’d heard anything while the two of you went at it while they were home, which never really happened. Plus, your parents loved Eddie and always tell you how grateful they are that you two were still friends, even if it hurt you more and more as of recently.

Being friends with Eddie is great and having him there by your side is always something you’ll cherish, but the feelings you’ve been harboring for him now have you questioning your sanity at times. Would it be so bad if the two of you were to start dating? People around school always mistake you for a couple anyway, and you both pretty much act like a couple minus any of the romance. But it didn’t have to be that way.

Standing up from your bed, you shut the window and give a quick wave to Eddie before closing the curtains and letting your shoulders slump. The constant ache that resided in your chest every time one of you would leave after mind-blowing sex always left you weaker than you liked. Sure, catching feelings for your best friend made you feel cliché at times, especially after how you two would preach about how guys and girls can just ‘be friends’ back in your middle school days, but that was before the hormones settled and Eddie’s first tattoo adorned his new toned physique. 

Going back to your bed, you peel the covers back and climb underneath, nuzzling into the comfort of your bed with a sad sigh. You knew you had to confess your feelings to him soon, or your heart would continue to be put on the line and the confusing feelings will keep swimming around in your head. You reach over towards your nightstand and tug the pull chain attached to your lamp, watching the room around become swallowed in darkness. You lay your head on your pillow and close your eyes, slightly hoping tonight you wouldn’t dream of Eddie and what it would be like to finally call him yours.

Slamming the door to your locker closed, you make your way to Miss O’Donnell’s with your final paper in hand. The school day was almost over and you were excited to spend the night playing D&D with the Hellfire boys. Maybe even after when you’d catch a ride back to Eddie’s, you would confess your feelings. It was a possibility that had been on your mind all day, and after feeling so deflated after watching him leave once again, you needed to be freed from the crushing weight on your chest once and for all.

Turning the corner, you pass through the threshold of the theater and walk towards the Hellfire room to grab your character sheet you’d left behind yesterday at lunch that you will need for tonight’s game. You always liked working on your character sheet in the actual D&D room the day before meetings, it helped you focus better and allowed you to step into the mind set of playing the game as the familiar surroundings came into view.

As you’re about to turn to where the table usually resided, you hear chatter coming from inside. You sneak your head around the corner and feel your heart twinge a little as Eddie sits on his throne while talking with Meghan, a member of the school’s student council and resident player, if you can even call a girl that. You quickly duck out of view and press your back against the wall, your ears perking up to try and listen to their conversation.

“Are you sure Y/N won’t have a problem with our date tonight?” Megan asks, her voice sultry and full of suggestion. 

“Why would she?” Eddie questions her.

“C’mon, you know you two act like a couple, right? I mean, I was totally shocked when you pulled me in here for a kiss because I honestly thought the two of you were dating,” she replies with a smug tone.

You felt as if someone was tugging on your heartstrings, pain surging through your body as the words left her lips. He kissed her?

“And yet you still agreed to the date. Look, you have nothing to worry about when it comes to Y/N, sweetheart. I definitely don’t see her that way. She's just my best friend, that's all,” Eddie reassures her, his voice soft but smug at the same time, full sincerity coming out with every word. You stumble back a little, feeling as if his words knocked the wind out of you, but careful not to make any noise, trapping the sob that wanted to escape between your lips.

“If you say so…what time will you be done with your nerd club tonight?”

“Hellfire club, and we should be wrapping up around 9, but maybe I can cut it short for you,” he says. You can almost picture his face as he speaks to her, the sweetness in his voice dripping like honey. Your feet make quick work out of the drama students sanctuary as the bell rings for the last period of the day. 

You turn sharply around the corner and walk straight into O’Donnell’s class, placing your paper on the pile and squeeze between two other students in the front row, leaving no room for Eddie to try and distract you or get in your head.

Watching him barrel through the threshold right as the tardy bell rings, he gives Miss O’Donnell a knowing look before sliding the paper on top of the pile and looking out to the rest of the class. His eyebrows furrow when he notices you at the front of the class and not in the back where the two of you would usually goof off together before you would scold him to pay attention. You keep your head down, buried in the assigned reading book to avoid his gaze. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to handle to intense gaze of his warm chocolate eyes today, not after that.

You’re the first one out of the classroom when the bell rings, your feet carrying you to your locker swiftly and putting in the combination in as fast as your fingers will let you. Shoveling all the books you need for the weekend inside your bag, you toss one strap over your shoulder and close the locker, speeding out the double doors that spill into the parking lot. Wandering out amongst the sea of your peers, you notice a recent graduate pull into the parking lot with his signature Beamer, smiling a little as he stops in front of you and rolls the window down. 

“Y/N! How the hell are you?” Steve Harrington exclaims, leaning against the window closest to him and smiling brightly at you. 

“I’m doing okay. You know, high school bullshit and all. How about yourself, Harrington? How is post-high school life treating you?” You ask him, crossing your arms a shifting your weight to one hip as you make eye contact with him.

“It's good! Just up to the same old stuff. I'm actually here to pick up Robin for our closing shifts at Family Video,” he tells you, waving to Robin who was walking up behind you. You step aside and greet her, watching as she climbs into the passenger seat next to Steve. He turns to you once again and quirks a brow. “Hey uh, I’m actually having a party tomorrow at mine if you’re interested in coming? I’d love to catch up with you more.”

“Yeah…yeah a party sounds great actually.”

“That’s great! You need a ride home today? We have plenty of time before we need to be there for our shifts,” he offers. You take a second to ponder his proposition, looking around the lot to see your other options. You could try to catch the bus you haven’t ridden in who knows how long, or get some exercise in and walk the 5 miles to your house, which you really didn’t want to do.

You turn your head to the double doored entrance of the school, seeing the familiar long haired metalhead frantically looking around. Part of you hoped it was in search of you, but given the events that took place about an hour ago, that wasn’t very likely.

Opening the door that was closest to you, you climb inside Steve’s Beamer and buckle up, telling him you were ready before he shifts gears and speeds out of the parking lot. 

The afternoon faded fast, quietly working on your homework as the hours pass you by, the moonlight peering through your window and mixing with the warmth of your desk lamp and filling your tiny bedroom. Looking over at the clock on your nightstand, you watch the time turn to 10:30 and you let out a sigh. Closing your book and pushing away the worksheet you’d almost finished, you rub your eyes and rise from your desk chair. 

You haven’t allowed yourself to spill the feelings you kept bottled inside all day just yet, not having the willpower to let yourself teeter over the edge you’d found yourself balancing on. Instead of going to Hellfire and having physically hear Eddie tell the whole club that he had a date tonight, and have sympathetic looks thrown your way all night as Eddie carried on with the campaign being clueless as ever, you opted to stay home. Saving yourself the pain and secluding yourself in the four walls of your bedroom.

You knew your crush on Eddie wasn’t some big secret to the other boys. Hell, Dustin caught you staring one day and asked you about it before one of the Hellfire meetings. That’s when you knew you weren’t fooling yourself and things had gotten to a point that if others were taking notice, then it was only a matter of time before Eddie himself found out. Now that he’s out there dating, your situation was bound to end and your friendship was likely to get hit in the crossfire.

A persistent tapping sound pulls you out of your thoughts, turning to the window with confusion. You timidly walk over, watching Eddie’s waving figure come into view. Part of you wants to shut your curtains and not speak to him at all, but you’re not spiteful like that. You slowly open the window, letting in the cool autumn breeze that settled within Hawkins not too long ago. 

“Hey you,” Eddie greets you. “Where were you tonight? We missed you at Hellfire.”

“Wasn’t feeling good. Decided to skip so I wouldn’t spread anything,” you lie. You can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt permeating throughout your chest. You hated lying to him, but you knew it would be better than saying exactly why.

“Oh. Are you feeling better now? Was kind of hoping we could, you know…” He drags out, before clicking his tongue with the roof of his mouth. You know what he’s alluding to, and it almost makes you more angry than hurt.

“I guess the date didn’t go well?”

“No, not really. She was using me for a discount-wait, how did you know I had a date?” Eddie questions, eyebrows twisted in confusion.

You felt your chest deflate a little, a sigh leaving your lips as your eyes leave his. Currently, your heart and mind were fighting one another, logic and feelings fighting for dominance as you try to decide how to approach telling him. Do you lay everything out on the table right now and risk a several years of friendship end and come crumbling down? Or do you keep it bottled up and shut him out?

“You of all people should know how fast word travels at school,” you finally say. He nods, readjusting his grip on your window-seal as he continues crouching on the roof.

“So like…can I come in, or?” He asks, looking around inside your room and wiggling his eyebrows.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Eddie.”

His face drops a little, a small pout working its way onto his plump pink lips. You can see the smallest amount of hurt in his eyes under the light of the moon, the classic Eddie twinkle missing as you look at him. It hurt you more than you thought it would, being strong and standing your ground. But you couldn’t subjugate yourself to the pain of holding your feelings back while being close in proximity with him.

“Why? Is it the whole sick thing? Because we’ve literally had the flu together before, so whatever sickness you have, it’s not gonna bother me,” Eddie tells you. You let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you try to calm yourself a bit. 

“I just think that maybe…maybe we should stop doing what we’ve been doing recently, okay? You’re out there trying to date now, and we said that if we were looking to be with other people, we should end things,” you explain.

“Yeah but it was just the one date, Y/N. She didn’t even really want to be with me, so I’m not looking to pursue anyone like that anymore. Don’t think I can handle that rejection,” he reasons, trying his best not to move his hands as he spoke. You could tell he was getting worked up, but the words that just left his mouth sent a stabbing pain throughout your chest, your heart dropping to your stomach. If only he knew just what he was really saying to you.

“Still, I think it would be best if we just stopped. Maybe you aren’t the only one who is looking to date.”

“Oh please, you haven’t been interested in anybody since you were a freshman. Where is this even coming from? You got a thing for some guy and didn’t even tell me?” He asks, making you scoff.

“Why do you even care Eddie?” You bite back, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe it’s because I’m the one who fucks you almost every night? And also, I’m your best fucking friend, so of course I’d be curious!” He replies, his anger seeping out with his words.

You close your eyes, letting out a huff as you continue to fight with your emotions. You feel the burn creeping up to the backs of your eyes, tears wanting to spill over and help you pour your heart out.

“Yeah well…it doesn’t change my decision. We shouldn’t sleep together anymore,” you say, turning the conversation back.

“Look Y/N, can I please come inside so we can properly talk? My knees are killing me and it’s getting pretty cold out here,” he suggests, trying to climb inside once again. You stop him, shaking your head as you bite you lip, feeling it tremble as the emotions begin to overwhelm you.

“Eddie, I’m really not in the mood tonight. I’ll see you around okay?” You rush out, shutting your window and drawing the curtains closed, taking the few steps towards your bed and crashing into the pillows. You grab your comfort stuffed animal, clutching it close to your chest as you begin to weep. You hear a loud yell come from outside your window, before the thudding of Eddie’s Reeboks against your roof, the volume of your sobs increasing once you hear the van start up.

Sleeping with your best friend could get messy, you knew that going into the arrangement. But you always kept hope that at the end of the day, you’d be able to stay strong and keep the relationship alive. The two of you rarely fought, so hearing Eddie get so upset with you truly tore you up inside, wanting nothing more than to run down the stairs and out to him in hopes you could catch him in time, even if a majority of the problem was his doing.

You continue to sob into your pillows, gripping the stuffed animal tightly for some form of comfort. It felt like part of your body had been taken from you, ripping right from you and making it hard to function properly. You knew it was going to be hard moving on with your friendship at this point, curious to see how long it would take for your friendship to get back to how it used to be…if it would even get to the point. 

Somehow you stop yourself from crying, not sure how long you had been laying in a puddle of self pity when you sit up. Tossing the stuffed animal aside, you quickly rid yourself of your outfit of the day, looking deeply at the Hellfire shirt that once adorned your body as it stares you in the face. With a sigh, you toss it into the laundry basket before grabbing your pajamas and throwing them on. 

Walking into the bathroom, you’re sure to do your complete night routine before hopping back in your bed, wrapping yourself with the covers and letting out a sigh. The picture on the bedside table taunts you, staring at the photo of you and Eddie after winning one of his sadistic campaigns. The look of pure joy on your face mixed with the pride on Eddie’s sends a surge of sadness through you once more, laying the picture flat against the table before turning your body towards the wall. You close your eyes and try your best to let sleep overcome you before you're able to start sobbing into your pillows again.

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Music floods your ears as you cross the threshold of Steve Harrington’s house, already beginning to regret attending. You spent the entire day moping about in your room, your brain working overtime with worry as you thought about your situation with Eddie. It felt weird to not hear from him all day, usually getting a call from him asking if you wanted to sit in on band practice, to which you always said yes. Today though? Radio silence.

Brushing past a few of your classmates, you head to the kitchen and pour yourself a cup full of punch, taking a sip of the red liquid and relishing in the feeling of it traveling down your throat. You fill the cup once again and move about with it, looking around for someone you’re the slightest bit familiar with, like Robin or the host himself, Steve. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Steve shouts, clasping a hand on your shoulder and causing you to jump ten feet in the air. You turn to him and clutch your chest with your free hand, breathing heavily as you try to come down from the scare. Steve chuckles to himself as he holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s all good Steve,” you chuckle out, taking a swig from your cup. “This party seems really…busy!”

“Yeah, perks of having the parents out of town. I was actually hoping for something a little more chill, and not a full blown rager, but what can you do,” he tells you, smiling as he takes a drink of his own, the glass bottle of beer shinning in the light of his living room. “So what have you been up to today? I assume you were hanging out with Munson before you got here?”

“Uh, no, not today. I was just working on some school stuff and having a chill day, nothing crazy or anything,” you let out, a nervous laugh accompanying your words. You didn’t want to tell Steve about your problems and take him away from the good time he clearly was having. You flash him a smile, taking another sip of the drink. “This punch is really good!”

“Thanks! Don’t drink too much though, it has a lot of alcohol in it. Can’t have you getting sick!” He exclaims, reaching around and pulling you into his chest as he laughs.

You laugh along with him, catching a waft of his breath as it fans over your face, clearly already a few drinks in. You look around the room, seeing the many faces of your classmates you pass by on a daily basis, but never having spoken with a majority of them. In just a few months, you’d be done with all the drama of high school and not have to worry about a majority of the people in this room ever again, so the lack of socialization between you and them wasn’t hurting you at all.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you spot the mop of brown curls you’ve grown up with, hands beginning to sweat as he turns and makes eye contact with you. You watch him visibly scoff, taking in your position with Steve, who still has an arm around you as he mingles with people passing by. Eddie’s eyes turn away from you, focusing his attention back on the girl that stands in front of him, Heather McMadden. 

His small dimples slowly make their way onto his face, his luscious pink lips twisting into a smile as he laughs at whatever shit Heather was spouting at him. The menacing side of your brain was curious if this girl was also only talking with him for a discount on weed, knowing that half the people in this room wouldn’t be bothered to talk with him if they weren’t already a few drinks in. You turn to Steve for a moment, taking his hand off of you and leading him a bit further into the living room, shaking your body as you begin to dance along to the upbeat pop song that was currently playing. It’s been so long since you’ve heard a pop song, always letting Eddie control the music whenever the two of you would hang out with one another. It was actually a nice change of pace.

You sway your hips from side to side, Steve’s hands coming to rest on either side as he matches your rhythm. You laugh with him, letting the alcohol flow throughout your body and the buzz settle into your brain. Even with Eddie just a few feet away, you could feel the tightness that had been in your chest since the night before soften a bit, allowing yourself to be in the moment instead of the one you’ve been trapped in for nearly 24 hours.

You throw you head back as you get a bit closer to Steve, a small gap between the two of you as you continue to dance to the song. Turning around, you press your back against him as you continue to move your body to the beat, giggles tumbling out of your mouth as he encourages your dance moves. 

Looking up, you try to get Eddie’s attention as your ass presses against Steve, only to see that Eddie hadn’t been paying attention to your actions at all. His mouth was latched to Heather’s, tongue down her throat as her hands grip at the lapels of his denim vest. You feel your heart sink yet again, the high you were on coming down in a harsh crash. Your body goes limp, halting your dance moves as you stand in the middle of the room, watching the guy you love kiss someone else and breaking your heart all over again.

“‘Cuse me,” you mutter to Steve quickly as you brush past him. You can hear him calling after you as you run out of the room, walking down the front hallway and out of the door. That familiar burn behind your eyes starts up again, water brimming in your lash line as you make quick steps away from the house.

You were thankful that you didn’t live too far from Steve and opted to walk to the party instead of driving. You hug your arms as you exit his driveway, turning towards the direction of your house as you begin to silently sob to yourself. Embarrassment fills you to the brim, the naive part of you hoping he wasn’t even going to be at the party, even though you knew that was prime time for him to make deals. He’d talked you into attending a few parties for moral support in the past, dragging you along with him as he made transactions while you got to score some free booze.

Balling the ends of your long sleeve shirt into your fists, you rub away at the quickly falling tears, ugly sobs leaving your mouth as you venture home. You can still hear the party going even from a good bit away, happy that your little moment wasn’t going to ruin Steve’s night…not that you even really thought it would. Sure, you and Steve are pretty much neighbors, but you don’t expect him to be sad about your absence since it hasn't really bothered him before.

“Y/N wait up!” You hear someone calling after to, turning to see a shadowy figure standing near the end of Steve’s driveway. You squint your eyes a little to see if you can make out the silhouette, watching the figure grow larger and larger until you hear the clanking of a chain the closer they got to you. Eddie’s face finally makes itself visible in the moonlight, leaving you to groan at his appearance and turn on your heel and continue walking home. He manages to fully catch up to you, grasping your arm to stop you from getting any further away from him.

“Eddie, just go back to your date or whatever the fuck she is to you. Let me go home,” you plead, the desperation in your voice slowly breaking Eddie’s heart.

“No, I’m not going to leave you when you’re clearly upset. I gave you some time last night but we need to talk about what happened,” he says, hopping in front of you to make eye contact. You scoff at him.

“There’s nothing to talk about though! I told you we needed to stop sleeping together and that’s what is happening, okay?!”

“Why, so you can go and fuck Steve ’The Hair’ Harrington, instead? Is he the guy you’ve been interested in and didn’t tell me about?” He questions, raising his own voice as well. 

“What? No, I’m not interested in Steve, okay! Just please fucking drop it, Eddie,” you whine, your voice teetering a bit as you speak. 

Eddie watches in hesitation as you resume your steps towards your journey home, but ultimately stops you in your place. You let out a sad sigh, closing your eyes as you feel overwhelmed with emotion yet again, transporting to the night before and letting all those feelings to the surface again. Eddie’s hand reaches out to hold your arm, lighting wrapping his digits around the covered limb as he tries to look at you.

“Please talk to me, Y/N. We don’t keep shit from one another.”

“Why does it bother you so much Eddie? You’ve got other options out there, so why are you so upset by me wanting to pump the breaks on this friends-with-benefits situation?” You ask, leveling out your voice.

“Because I care about you, Y/N. Something is obviously bothering you, and I want us to talk about it instead of you bottling it up inside,” he answers.

“Yeah, well…you don’t care about me the way I wish you would,” you let out. Eddie’s brows twist in confusion, taking a step back as the rest of his face contorts. 

“Wait, what?”

Letting out a sigh, you will yourself to look in his eyes. His face has softened, no longer twisted in confusion. His beautiful brown eyes look at your curiously, waiting for you to speak as you just stare at him for a moment. This was it. You’re about to ruin your friendship with your best friend for good.

“Eddie…I lied about why I wanted to stop sleeping with you. I feel bad for it, but…I physically cannot do it anymore. I’ve exhausted myself with trying to hide myself from you and pretending that the way things were going was fine with me, but they weren’t. I like you Eds, in a way that I probably shouldn’t because I know you don’t see me that way, because I overheard you talking with Megan about how I’m just your best friend. So I decided to call it, to save myself some heartbreak and so things wouldn’t be awkward if you found out, but now you are finding out, so I guess this just means I’ll no longer have you around,” you ramble.

Eddie’s eyes widen as you speak, slowly blinking as you stand there in an awkward silence. He wasn’t sure why it was so hard for him to process that you, his best friend since middle school, had a crush on him. It shouldn’t be as unbelievable as it is, but Eddie can’t help it. No one has ever seen him in the light before. Meaningless hookups were all he’s ever known. That, plus a less-than ideal childhood, he was sure he’d never get to experience what being loved by somebody would feel like, ever.

Moments pass and Eddie still hasn’t said a word, giving you the answer you’d be trying so hard to avoid, and he didn’t even have to open his mouth to confirm the worries. With a heavy heart, you brush past him and continue your journey home, head hanging low as you let the tears flow once more, keeping the sobs at bay so you don’t embarrass yourself further. You felt foolish, thinking actually saying the words to him would change things, but now you’re left walking the street at night with a broken heart.

You feel a hand wrap around your wrist, tugging you backwards as you spin on your heel and try to maintain your balance. You see Eddie staring at you, only his eyes are softer and filled with admiration, making you confused more than ever.

“Sorry I took so long to say something. I just…I never thought that you’d like me back.”

What? He liked you? He really, really liked you?

“Eddie, what are you talking about,” you question.

“Y/N, I’ve been in love with you for years. When we started this whole arrangement, it took so much of my willpower to not scream that I loved you while I pounded you into the mattress, or stay back and hold you close as I whispered it in your ear. I was the one who was afraid of screwing things up because I didn’t think you could ever see me like that, so…I tried to move on from you,” he explains to you.

He...loves you?

“That isn’t what you told Megan at school yesterday. And doesn't really explain why you shoved your tongue down Heather's throat just now,” you mutter out, wiping your nose with your sleeve as you sniffle. He frowns, the realization that you heard him yesterday filling him with guilt.

“Yeah, I really shouldn't have kissed Heather, I'm sorry you saw that sweetheart. And I'm sorry about what you overheard between Megan and me, I had no idea you were near the drama room when I said that. If I’m being honest, I was saying that to help convince myself that I didn’t have feelings for you, but of course I was just lying to myself.”

A pregnant pause falls between the two of you, looking at each other awkwardly for a moment as you think about the weight of his words. After months of burying your feelings for the man standing in front of you, you’ve confessed to him. You laid your heart out in the open for him and he takes it, sending the same energy back out to you. It felt strange because you’re supposed to be over the moon right now, celebrating and holding him close to you. But now that everything is out on the table, the thought kind of terrifies you.

“You really like me?” You ask, looking at him through your wet lashes. Eddie smiles, taking a step closer towards you and rests his cold hand on your cheek. 

“I like you so fucking much it’s embarrassing,” he tells you, chuckling nervously as he moves his head closer to yours. You close your eyes, meeting him halfway before your lips make contact with his. Your lips move together with him, his other hand coming up to rest on your other cheek while yours rest of his torso. The heat radiating from his mouth warmed you, soothing your body as you melted into his touch.

Reluctantly, you pull yourself away from him, biting your lip to try and hide the big grin making its way onto your face. He notices, the devilish smirk you love so much creeping onto his on features, the small dimples you love so much poking into his cheeks. You reach down and take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers with his before looking up at his chocolate button eyes again.

“Is it bad to say I’m kind of terrified about this?” You question, using your free hand to gesture between the two of you. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“No, not at all. I’m scared too, like was on the verge of shitting myself just now. But that just means we can be scared together, and figure it out as we go along,” he reassures you, reaching towards your cheek once more and rubbing it gently with the pad of his thumb. You smile, turning on your heel as you tug him along with you as you resume the journey back to your house. Resting your head on his shoulder, the two of your walk in sync with each other, hands still laced together and swinging slightly.

“Does this mean you’ll start cuddling with me after we bone?” You ponder, earning a hearty laugh from Eddie. He twists his head to give you kiss on your forehead before nodding.

“Yeah sweetheart. I’m never leaving your side ever again.”

[im-robins-bitch]

Something borrowed, something blue (Robin Buckley x Afab!reader) 18+

Or, Robin has a bad habit of taking your things, but gets more than she bargained for when you find out (1.5k) 

(Warnings, reader wears tradionally 'girly' underwear thongs ect, implied fingering, kinda pev Robin, underwear stealing, implied pussy eating, implied thigh riding/tribing,)

Something you didn’t find out about Robin until you started dating her, is that she’s kind of a klepto. 

It starts small, you leave your favourite chapstick at her house and she just never gives it back. She borrows a shirt one night when she stays over and every time it comes back up she claims she hasn’t had time to wash it yet. You tell her you don’t mind, that she doesn’t need to wash it at all. She insists and says she got some stain on it, the origin of the stain changes every retelling. One night, caught off guard by a surprise visit, she opens the door wearing the shirt in question. You decide not to mention it as she makes a subtle dash to get a sweater, the shirt stain free. 

Besides her appreciation for your clothing (which you indulge her in because you think it’s sweet), you remain clueless about her thievery. 

She only realises how much she’s actually taking when she’s got a small pile going. The lip balm, a scrunchie, a practically empty bottle of your favourite lotion, a cheap ring that started to turn your fingers green (she stole that at the same time as the lotion). Helping you clean out your bathroom had been a lucrative experience for her. The shirt she initially took sits in her cupboard along with a threadbare jumper and a pair of gloves you had lent her when she was cold.  

It isn’t until a particular incident that you realise just how sticky her fingers truly are. 

You had been in the shower while Robin stayed in your room. The magazine she had been reading lost her attention and she quickly found herself rifling through your things. She wanted to get some clothes all laid out for you, she wanted to be helpful. 

Then she's pulling out your underwear drawer and her heart leaps in her chest. It’s not like she hasn’t seen you in most of them before, in fact, most of them she knows very well. Her fingers graze the different panties, feeling the various fabrics and reminiscing.

The silk pair you wore when you were still trying to impress. They made her choke on her own spit the first time she saw them. She had been scared out of her mind that she was going to mess everything up somehow. Now, over six months later you were still going strong. 

There was the black thong you liked to wear on movie nights because of how easy it was for her to slip her fingers into you and the lack of fabric didn’t restrict her movements the way other panties did. 

She stopped on a simple white pair, tucked right up into the corner. A simple bow adorned the cotton underwear and even though it was the simplest pair you owned they were her favourite. She loved the way you would whine for her whenever she would tug on the bow and make the waistband slap against your skin. All the times she would see a wet patch on these very panties, sometimes from you and other times from her running her tongue over them. Without even thinking she grabbed them and stuffed them into her pocket. 

As soon as she got home and realised what she had done she felt like the worst girlfriend in the world. Chapstick is one thing, but your panties? She was sure you would think she was some pervert. She knew at this point she had to stop, she didn’t want you to find out about this freakish habit so she knew she had to kick it. 

The next day she returns your t-shirt and you hide a frown as she does it. She then spends the next week trying to find a reason to go into your bedroom so she can put your panties back.

She decides to sneak them into the laundry basket one day, flinching as you walk in just as she drops the evidence into the basket. You raise your brow at her behaviour, but she acts like you're being the weird one as if you didn’t just find her staring mournfully at your dirty clothes. 

She acts strange for the rest of the day and brushes off your offer of staying the night because she has work. Though you know for a fact she doesn’t because she told you she didn’t three days ago on the phone. 

When she’s gone you decide to look at the laundry basket, figuring she might have taken one of your shirts again, you were kind of hoping she had. It might have been a sign of possessiveness or it might just have been the fact that you didn’t really get to partake in PDA with your girlfriend without becoming the town freak. 

You look in, expecting to be missing something only to find you’ve gained something. There you find the panties you had been missing, the pair Robin adored more than anything. It was impossible for her to see you in them and for you to not end up sitting on her face. 

Suddenly you realised that your girlfriend didn’t just like stealing your T-shirts. 

You felt your panties dampening and ignored the disappointment when you reached for the panties to find them as clean as they were when they disappeared. 

Thinking back to Robins's odd behaviour, the way she suddenly gave your t-shirt back, the look on her face when she was looking at the panties she was returning, you decided you were going to show your girl that what was yours was hers.

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Robin was back to normal, her puckered lips pressing brief kisses to your thighs as she slowly made her way up. Your hold on her head tightened, back arching in an attempt to get her closer, to make her linger just a little bit longer. 

She must have felt guilty for stealing your panties because you hadn’t seen her properly all week. It was torture, because ever since you’d been plagued with thoughts of Robin. 

Wondering what it was she took them for? Did she put them over her pillow to hump? Did she press them against her face as she fingered herself, gag herself with them, bunch them and rub them against her until they were soaked?

The thought was enough to make you moan again and rut against her face. You wanted her to hurry up and pull your shorts off, but she just kept pushing the material up higher and higher. Her nose rubbed against the skin of your thighs as she sucked your skin, causing you to whimper and whine. 

You were supposed to be the one teasing, you wanted her to see the panties you had worn especially for her. “Need you,” You begged, hand grasping at her cheek to bring her gaze to you. Her teeth sunk into the fleshy bit of your thigh, her ocean eyes not leaving your own. “Please, Rob” You practically sobbed. 

She moved back up, her hands moving from cupping your ass to the waistband of your shorts. She kissed your stomach and slowly kissed each bit of revealed skin as she slowly removed your shorts. Her teasing pace continued until she saw something familiar that caused her to yank them down to get a better look. 

You were wearing a striped pair of navy blue cotton panties, her navy cotton panties. “Is that..are those..?”

Her cheeks turned pink as your legs moved further apart. There was no mistaking it, those were definitely hers. You must have known it too because you would always tease her about them. They reminded you of her old scoops uniform. 

“I figured since you borrowed mine, I could borrow yours” You grinned at her, looking like the cat that got the cream. Her eyes zeroed in on the damp patch on the panties and how they clung skin tight against you because of it. 

“I-I…I can explain” Robin stuttered, suddenly all shy. The tables had turned, as you sat up and she began to lean away, embarrassed at her own actions. 

As she sunk lower, casting her gaze to the floral duvet as she tried to ramble together an incoherent explanation, you moved up. 

Your legs were slung over her hips, weight resting on your knees that dug into the mattress on either side of her while your pantie-covered pussy pressed against her pubic bone. Her mind was whirling, you could tell because of the way her eyes never stopped moving and rambling turned into mumbling. How could she explain that she didn’t mean to take them and that she didn’t do anything with them when she could feel your slick starting to coat her skin? 

You didn't normally like to cut her off, you always let her speak until she was finished or had tired herself out. This time though, you shushed her with an open-mouthed kiss and a buck of your hips. 

“I don’t mind, my pretty girl can take any of my things she wants.” You soothed, lips brushing against hers with every syllable. “But if you’re gonna get off with my panties-” Robin’s eyes closed in anticipation of a reprimand but felt your lips ghosting her cleavage as you whispered against her skin. “I at least want an invitation to watch.”

masterlist

[reapons]

forbidden .

robin buckley x fem ! afab ! reader

summary :: your parents found out about you and robin , now you have to find other ways to see eachother . . .

warnings :: reader with vagina ( oo la la !! ) , fingering ( f receiving ) , smut , established relationship , she / her pronouns , iiii thinks that’s it ???

NSFW 18+ MDNI !!

fuck , this wasn’t good . your parents found out about you and robin seeing each other . they were beyond pissed . you were completely forbidden from seeing robin . no calling , no hanging out , no parties … you thought your life was absolutely fucking over , everything sucked and you were so mad . you had your head wrapped around it the entire day .

you were winding down , reading a book so you could go to sleep . when for some weird god damn reason your window opened ? your room is on the second floor , what the hell is that ? you were scared shitless .

of course , that’s when robin tumbles through the window . you gasp , the sound making a decently loud thud . “ robin ?? what the fuck ?? ” you mutter , running over to help her onto her feet .

“ oh- oh my god i’m so fucking sorry . i wanted to be romantic- or something ? that was so corny jesus - i don’t know i missed you i needed to see you and i couldn’t use the front door ya know because of your parents and the only thing i could think of was like coming through the window like i’ve seen in movies so i just did that and - ” robins stupid rambling is cut off by your lips on hers . robin hums softly , relaxing and putting her hands on your hips . your hands are cupping her face .

you pull back , looking her in the eyes and laughing . “ jesus christ that scared the shit out of me ! ” you smile , shoving robin playfully . she grabs a hold of your hips , pulling you back flush against her and giggling .

robin pulls you back in for a kiss , an arm wrapping around your waist and the other on your cheek . her kisses trail down , kissing your jawline then down to your neck . she leads you over to your bed , you lay back once the back of your knees hit the mattress .

robin continues kissing your neck , biting softly but not hard enough to make a mark , she knows better . she laughs against your neck , helping you to take your shirt off . “ mm- missed you . ” she hums softly before kissing down your chest .

robin starts to help you out of your pants , sliding your sleep shorts down to pool at your ankles . her hand wastes no time to slide between your bodies . she feels your arousal through your panties , then snorts softly before sliding her hand under your waistband . “ jesus- .. it’s only been five damn minutes . ”

robin quickly finds your entrance , her fingers circling it . she looks up at you . “ two ? ”

you nod quickly , your head falling back and eyes fluttering shut as her fingers ease into you . you whine at the feeling , pulling a giggle from robin .

her fingers thrust in and out of you as she kisses your neck , talking to you ever so often . “ good ? ” she asks many times . poor girl is very inexperienced , she just wants to make you feel good .

as robin curls her fingers inside you , her finger tips brush your g spot . your walls clench around her as you whimper . she laughs against your neck again , continuing to thrust her fingers into the spot .

you whine , gripping robins hair as you grind against her palm . “ f - fuck . robin , c - can i . . ? ” you whisper , needing the release .

she smiles against your neck “ of course . ” she hums , keeping her pace .

you pant as you reach your climax , moaning into robins ear as quietly as possible . she helps you ride out your orgasm , a shit eating grin on her face as she kisses you . she pulls her fingers out , taking them into her mouth .

she helps you put your clothes back on , getting you into bed . she kisses your forehead then smiles . “ love you . ” she says quietly before clumsily climbing out the window .

this is so me and my gf 💔💔

anywhooo i hope u enjoyed !! 💝

[sarahisgay01]

being behind bottom!robin whilst you fuck her in front of the mirror and she just whimpers and begs you to let her cum after almost an hour of denying her for punishment, please 🫶

She/they pronouns are very much appreciated, thank you !! 🤍

Oh. My. God. I can absolutely write this!! I love this and I love where your head’s at. Thank you for requesting this!!

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!)

Look at You

Bottom!Robin x Top!Reader

Notes: Reader is AFAB. You and Robin are in an established relationship and she obviously has a praise kink

It was Saturday, your parents were about to leave for a couple days for a conference in Indianapolis. They had their suitcases in the living room and they were just waiting for you to come down the stairs to say goodbye. When you came downstairs, your mom said, “Sweetie, we have to go, come say goodbye.” You walked over to your parents and gave each of them a hug, then told them to have a good time. After you watched their car pull out of your driveway and drive away, you immediately went to call your girlfriend, Robin. You told her a week ago that they were leaving this weekend and she got really excited. Robin was so sweet and told you that she got Steve to cover her shifts this weekend, so she could spend all of it with you. When you called her, she answered after a couple rings and said, “Hello?” You replied, “Hey! Guess who’s parents just left and now has their house all to herself.” Robin giggled and said, “Hmmm, I have no idea. Do they have a girlfriend?” You replied, “Mhmmm and she’s really beautiful, like the most beautiful girl this person has ever seen. She wants her to come over asap.” Robin giggled again and said, “Oh, is that so? Does this mystery person want their girlfriend to bring her anything?” You giggled and replied, “Nope, I think they have everything that they’ll both need” Robin said, “Okay. Their girlfriend will be over in 30 minutes.” Before the two of you hung up, you said, “Oh! Make sure she wears that pretty black lingerie set over, I think they mystery person would like that, a lot.” Then you hung up the phone giggling because you know that Robin’s face just turned red. Just as Robin said on the phone, she arrived at your doorstep 30 minutes later. She knocked three times and you said from the couch, “It’s open Rob!” Then she opened the door and you turned around to look at her. She was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants, that you assumed were Steve’s, and a tight black shirt. You looked her up and down, then said “Mmmm, my girl looks so pretty. My pretty girl.” She blushed and stuttered, “Th- Thank y- you, sweetheart.”When she walked closer to the couch, she saw you were wearing short pajama shorts and a low cut tank top. Robin said, “You uh- You look- You look-”, you interrupted her and said, “Come on pretty girl, be a good girl and use your words for me. You can do it, baby.” Her face turned a dark red and she gulped, then said, “You look- You look really really hot, baby. Like, really hot.” You smiled, then giggled and said, “Thank you, my love. Good girl for using your words like I asked, Robbie. My good girl.” Robin bit her lip, holding back a whine, and you grinned, then said in a teasing tone, “Is something wrong, my love?” She replied by shaking her head no and then sat next you on the couch. The two of you sat there for a couple minutes, both acting like you were watching the tv, but neither one of you could focus on it.

You reached your arm out and placed your hand on Robin’s mid thigh. She looked over at you almost immediately, and said, “(Y/N), kiss me, please.” You smiled at her and replied, “Mmmm, I was waiting for you to be a good girl and ask, baby.” Then you leaned in and kissed her, it started off as a slow, intimate kiss, but soon it turned into one of lust. When Robin released from the kiss, she looked into your eyes and saw your pupils were blown. You said, “Robbie, be a good girl and take off your shirt for me” and she did what you said without hesitation. She was needy, you could tell by the way she was acting, desperate for you and your touch. You weren’t going to be soft, not today, not when you have the whole house to yourself, and not when Robin can make as much noise as you want her to. When her shirt was completely off, you looked down at her chest and said, “Good girl, you did exactly what I asked. Look at you in your pretty lace bralette, all for me, Robbie.” Robin bit her bottom lip, holding back a whine, and you took your thumb and pulled it down. You looked her in her eyes and said, “No holding back noises, Robbie. If you do, you’ll be punished, do you understand?” She let out a whimper and nodded her head rapidly, then stuttered out, “I under- I understand, (Y/N).” You grinned, then kissed her again, pulling her closer to you, until she was on your lap, straddling you. When you released from the kiss, you said, “You’re so pretty, baby” and then kissed her again. You bit her bottom lip, eliciting a moan from her, which allowed you to slip your tongue in her mouth. Your tongue started exploring Robin’s mouth and then her tongue started swirling around yours. After you retracted your tongue from her mouth, you started to kiss and nip at places all over her neck. When a small moan left Robin’s lips, you grinned against her neck and started to suck deep bruises on her tender spots. Robin moaned in your ear, which only made you suck on her tender skin harder. Her moans sounded so beautiful and you loved how easy it was for you to get those pretty noises out of her. After you left your fourth bruise on her neck, you kissed her again and grabbed her breasts over her thin, black lace, bralette. Robin moaned into your mouth as you started playing with her clothed nipples. She released from the kiss and said, “Please, take off my bralette, (Y/N)! Please! Please!” You grinned and said, “Wow, Robbie. You’re begging so early, my love. I haven’t even touched that pretty pink pussy of yours yet.” She bit her bottom lip and threw her head back, then you grabbed a hold of her jaw. You said, “What did I tell you to do?” and she replied, “Not to- Not to hold back any n- n- noises.” Her eyes started to fill with tears and you said, “That’s right and what did you just do, Robbie?” She said, “I held back- I held back a noise.” You said, “Mhmmm, I thought you wanted to be a good girl for me, Robbie”, then you released your grip from her jaw. She said, “I want to, (Y/N)! I’m sorry! Please don’t punish me, please! I’m sorry, I want to be your good girl. Please don’t punish me!” You replied, “If I don’t punish you, how will you learn not to disobey me, pretty girl.” She whined and said, “Please don’t, (Y/N)! Please!” Tears started rolling down her face and you said, “Be a good girl and grab your shirt, then go sit on my bed. I’ll be up in a couple minutes.” She nodded her head and replied back, “Okay, (Y/N)”, then grabbed her shirt and quickly ran up the stairs. Today was the wrong day for Robin to disobey you, you were in the mood to be merciless.

When you made your way into your room, you were sliding a huge mirror your parents had just bought. Robin said, “Uh, (Y/N), what’s that for?” and you grinned, then said, “Oh, you’ll see, pretty girl.” She whined back in response, as you set up the mirror so it faced your bed. Once you liked the angle the mirror was at, you looked at Robin and said, “Stand up and take your pants off, sweetheart.” She obliged and quickly took off her pants, then you stared at her. You said, “It’s a shame you disobeyed me, Robbie. You just couldn’t be my good girl today, could you?” and Robin replied, “I’m your good girl, (Y/N)! I’ll be your good girl now, please! I promise I won’t disobey you again!” A grin appeared on your face and you said, “Oh I know you’re going to be my good girl now, Robbie.” Robin whimpered in response and you started walking over to her, then said, “Your lingerie looks so pretty on you, but I prefer it on my floor instead.” You unclasped her bralette and then kissed her, making your way down to her chest. When you started getting closer to Robin’s breasts, her moans became more breathy. Then you took your mouth to her already hardened nipple and bit it. Robin let out a loud moan and said, “Fuck, (Y/N).” Then you did the same to the other nipple and she loudly moaned again. You flattened your tongue and licked her nipple, then pointed your tongue to flick it. She was a moaning mess and she grabbed a handful of your hair. You looked up at her and said, “Hands off.” She whimpered and said, “Yes, (Y/N)”, then released her hand from your hair. You rewarded her by saying, “Good girl, Robbie” and then proceeded playing with her nipples. After you finished playing with her breasts, you kissed down her stomach, gracefully falling down onto your knees in the process. You kneeled in front of your girlfriend and said, “These need to go too, pretty girl”, then tugged on her panties. She whined as you took your mouth to one side of her body to pull down her panties and did the same on the other side. You looked at her panties that were slightly hanging beneath her pussy, then you started moving your head closer and closer to her pussy. Then you placed your arms behind your back and took her panties between your teeth, then pulled them down her legs. You made eye contact with Robin as you pulled them down and she moaned at the sight. When Robin’s panties made it down to her calves, you dropped them from your teeth and watched them fall down the rest of her legs. She stepped out of them and you saw her wetness, glistening, in them. You said, “Aw baby, your panties are soaked. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours, Robbie.” She whined as you moved your head closer to her pussy, but didn’t touch her. When your head was between her legs, but near her knees, you saw that her pussy was dripping wet. You said, “Aw my poor baby’s pussy is dripping wet. I bet you wanna be touched huh?” Robin nodded her head rapidly and whined, “Please, (Y/N)! Please, touch me! Please!” You ignored her begs and went to position yourself on the bed. Your back was slouched against your headboard and your legs were wide open. When you were comfortable, you patted the area in between your legs and said “Sit with your back facing me.” Robin nodded and came over quickly, following your instructions verbatim. You praised her for obeying you and then moved her into the position you wanted her to be in.

Once you were both comfortable it was time for you to punish her. You said, “You will sit in between my legs and stay just like this, unless told otherwise, do you understand?” Robin whimpered and said, “Y- Yes, (Y/N).” You whispered in her ear, “Good girl” and she let out a breathy moan. Then you took one of your arms and pushed Robin’s body into yours. The hand on your other arm made it’s way to Robin’s dripping pussy and you took two fingers to collect some of Robin’s wetness. Robin’s hips bucked at your touch and she moaned, “Fuck, (Y/N)”, but her moan quickly turned into a whine when she watched your hand retract from where she wanted it. You said, “Look in the mirror, pretty girl” and she watched as you slipped your fingers soaked with Robin’s wetness in your mouth. She whined and you hummed, then whispered in her ear, “You taste so sweet, Robbie.” Then you placed your hand back and started rubbing agonizingly slow circles on her clit. Robin’s hips kept bucking and she said, “(Y/N), faster please! Please, faster!” You laughed in response to her begs and said, “You shouldn’t have disobeyed me, baby.” Then you retracted your hand again, causing Robin to whine and whimper. You continued doing this for about 15 minutes before her eyes started to tear up. The next time you removed your hand from her aching clit, she let out a loud whine and tears started to fall down her face. She begged for you to stop teasing her, “(Y/N), please let me cum! Please! I need to cum, please! Please, (Y/N)!” All you said was, “Aw my pretty girl’s crying. Look at you crying for me, baby”, then you took your hand covered in her wetness and gripped her chin. You moved her face so she was looking at the mirror and you said, “Look at you, so pretty when you beg and cry, Robbie.” She whimpered and continued crying as you stopped touching her. After a minute or so, you reached your hand back down to her aching pussy and shoved two fingers inside her, knuckle deep. She screamed out and you said, “Mmmm, does that feel good, Robbie?” as you started to move your fingers. Robin loudly moaned out, “Fuck, yes, (Y/N)!” and her legs started to shake, slightly, so you removed your fingers from inside her. A loud whimper left her lips as she started to sob. You whispered in her ear, “I want you to watch me fuck you in the mirror. I want you to watch me ruin you, baby.” She nodded and whimpered out an “Okay”, then you started to move your hand back down to Robin’s pussy. You put the same two fingers back inside her and slowly moved them in and out of her entrance. She whined at how slowly you were moving them and you said, “Look at yourself, baby. Look at how pretty you look, breaking down in front of me. So pretty for me, Robbie.” Robin continued sobbing as you slowly fucked her, drool and tears were dripping down her face. You took a third finger and pushed it inside her dripping entrance, causing Robin to loudly moan. She threw her head back into your chest and you said, “If you don’t look in the mirror in the next five seconds you won’t cum for a week.” Robin immediately made herself look into the mirror and started sobbing harder. You said, “That’s my good girl” and you started to move the three fingers you had inside her, fast. She screamed out, “Fuck (Y/N)!” and then you quickly removed them. She loudly whimpered and you said, “All ruined for me, so pretty. Such a pretty girl.” Robin whined a broken, “Pl-ease” and you said, “Aw, sweetheart, you can barely speak.” She nodded her head and you said, “That’s okay, pretty girl. Just keep watching me ruin you in the mirror, sweetheart.” Robin nodded and whimpered as she watched herself continue sobbing from being denied her orgasm for so long.

It’s been over an hour of denying Robin her orgasm. She can’t talk or think, all she can do is sob and hope that you’ll let her cum soon. For the past ten minutes, you’ve been alternating between fucking her slowly with two fingers and rubbing her clit in slow circles. You observe her in the mirror, her cheeks that are covered in tear stains, her chin that’s covered in drool, and her chest that’s wet from drool dripping down her chin and tears dripping down her cheeks. You say, “You look so beautiful like this, Robbie. So broken and ruined, crying because you haven’t been able to cum. So beautiful when you crumble in my grasp, pretty girl.” She doesn’t say anything, just whimpers and sobs as you grip her body against hers, not allowing her to squirm away from your touch. You move your hand back down to her soaking wet pussy and start rubbing her clit faster than you have in the past hour. Robin’s mouth hangs open and broken moans escape from it as you rub her clit fast. Her legs start to shake and she mumbles, “Cl-ose.” You reply, “Mhmmm” and a couple seconds later she says, “(Y/N), pl-ease. Pl-ease.” Her legs start spasming and you start to speed up the movements on her clit. You whispered in her ear, “Be a good girl for me and cum, sweetheart” and almost instantly, Robin lets go. She screams in pleasure and relief as she’s finally allowed to orgasm after being denied for over an hour. You watch her body relax as she cums and it drips out of her entrance, getting onto your bed sheets. Your fingers continue their movements, letting her ride out her orgasm. You say, “That’s my good girl, baby. You did so well, for me, angel. You took your punishment like a good girl, Robbie.” Robin close mouth smiles and you ask, “Baby, you want your reward for being a good girl?” She nods her head and mumbles, “Please, (Y/N).” You kiss the top of her head and say, “Okay, angel. Relax for me, okay? I’m going to move out from underneath you and go in between your legs.” Robin nods and you get off the bed, then gently lay her down flat on her back. You move in between her legs and slide two fingers into her entrance, moving them at an enjoyable pace that you know Robin likes. Then your tongue finds it’s way to her clit and you start lightly licking it, in rhythm with your fingers. Robin’s legs start to spasm more and her walls clench around your fingers. A couple seconds later, she’s cumming all over your fingers, loudly moaning your name over and over again. You slow your movements but don’t stop until she has completely ridden out her orgasm. After she’s caught her breath, you take your fingers out of her and she whimpers at the emptiness. You say, “I know, angel. It’s okay, here suck on my fingers, sweetheart” and you reach your fingers up to her mouth. Then you ask her, “Robbie, can I clean you up, sweet girl? I’ll be extra gentle.” Robin nods her head and you start to lap up all her cum and wetness. When you finish you move up and hover over Robin’s lips, then say, “My pretty girl tastes so sweet.” She hums and you lean down to give her a kiss, one that’s gentle and full of love. Robin’s barely able to reciprocate the kiss because she’s so fucked out. You say, “I’m going to go get a towel to finish cleaning you up, Robbie. I’ll be right back, angel.” She hums in response and you rush out of your room, then into your bathroom to grab a towel. When you come back, you ask, “Do you want me to clean you up, sweetheart or do you want to do it yourself?” Robin extends her arm out and taps you, so you gently clean her pussy with the towel, then her chest, and finally her face. After you finish cleaning her up, you wipe your face off, and then lay down next to Robin.

As soon as your back hit the mattress, Robin went to lay on top of you, but felt your clothes and whined, then tugged at them. You asked, “Do you want me to take my shirt and shorts of, baby?” Robin nodded and mumbled a “Please.” You smiled and said, “Shhhh baby, you don’t have to talk. Of course I’ll take my shirt and shorts off.” Robin close mouth smiles and hums at how nice and gentle you’re being with her. You get out of the bed and quickly strip yourself of your shirt and shorts, then you decided you didn’t want to wear your bra either, so you took that off too. When you got back into bed, Robin moved on top of you and latched onto your body. She hummed as she felt your bare skin against hers and close mouth smiled. You grabbed your comforter off the floor and threw it over the two of you, then you kissed the top of Robin’s head. Robin mumbled an “I love you” and you said, “I love you too. You wanna take a nap, angel?” She nodded against your chest and you said, “Okay, Robbie. Lets take a nap, angel”, then you started playing with her hair. Robin hummed and a couple minutes later, she fell asleep wrapped in your embrace. You fell asleep ten minutes later, playing with her hair and listening to her breathing. She woke up before you and gave you a light kiss on the cheek, then nuzzled her head into your chest. Robin felt so loved and cared for, wrapped in your embrace. In your sleep, you even pulled her closer and her eyes softened. She whispered, “I’m so lucky to have you, (Y/N).”

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