#ronance kinktober

[carriedawatermelon]

Doing some little kinktober ficlets because why not. Please find the first installment of soft Ronance filth, which in this case is not actually that filthy, below.

Prompt: Seven Minutes in Heaven

Someone bumps into Nancy for about the hundredth time, a shoulder jostling her own near the wall of the living room, which Nancy uses to brace herself. At least the girl—Megan, third grade, sixth grade, a few years of ballet and most recently, second period US history—apologizes, genuinely. 

“Sorry, Nancy. Too many people.”

“Too many people,” Nancy agrees and tries for a smile, which maybe works as she gets one in return. 

And there are too many people, and there’s too much noise, and Nancy knows the occasional, protesting throbbing behind her eyes is going to become a full-fledged headache soon, but still, she stays. She stays and makes her way successfully out of the living room and into the kitchen. It’s still too crowded but only with people moving through, grabbing beer and whatever godawful punch is on the counter as they pass into the backyard or the living room or the den, where a whole other mass of bodies has congregated to talk and flirt and try to pretend like this is a normal week-before-graduation party. 

It’s why she’s still here, that last part. Because it’s the week before graduation, and she’d been sitting with Hopper and Steve talking logistics two days ago and realized that the enthusiastically offered invitation from Becky, who like Megan, she’d known for most of her life and also hardly knew at all, would be the last one she ever got. Shit, she’d thought, absently correcting Hopper’s patrol map to accommodate for the newest construction. Shit, this is it. 

She’d had that thought many times over the last few years, in a life-or-death way. It was jarring, to have it in the way she was supposed to, in the way that pretty much every other teenager in Hawkins and if John Hughes was right, everywhere else in America, had it, too. 

“Steve, switch with me for Friday,” she’d said, and he’d done it, and now Nancy is leaning against a kitchen counter, wincing as something lukewarm soaks through the back of her pale yellow button-down and watching as her classmates do exactly what they should be doing the week before summer break. 

She doesn’t feel angry that they’re pretending, the way she had with Steve. Well. She does feel angry. She always feels angry. But for the most part, it’s not with the people around her. For the most part, it’s on their behalf. On Barb’s behalf. On her own, even, when she can let herself. 

They’ve all suffered. They’re the ones who stayed or came back, the crowded party at this point consisting of most of what remains of Hawkins High, grade irrelevant. Nobody is trying to kick anyone out, and nobody’s policing the door. 

As of about two weeks ago, curfew had been lifted. Officially, the army finally managed to secure the area after the earthquake. Unofficially, El had demolished a weakened Vecna, the party offering her backup in the real world and the upside-down and the space in between. The work that’s left is still left, but it’s eliminating stragglers and maintaining vigilance, and El and Will both have a kind of ease and confidence that makes the rest of them feel hopeful, that made Nancy feel like she could switch a patrol shift to Steve to go to a party. 

“Nancy,” someone shouts from the door of the kitchen. Ally, eyes bright with a plastic cup in one hand, shakes her shoulders. “Come play spin the bottle.”

In a small mercy, she’s being dragged toward the den before Nancy is forced to provide an answer, laughing an “Okay, okay, okay!” 

In a bigger mercy, her body is replaced by one that makes Nancy’s shoulders relax, a genuine smile break across her face. 

“I was going to ask if you wanted to sneak out back and smoke, but I’d hate to stop you from a game of spin the bottle with Hawkins High’s most eligible bachelors.”

Robin’s grin is big, her hands shoved into the pockets of her black jeans, an oversized green t-shirt tucked into the front under...Nancy’s favorite jean jacket. 

“Thief!” 

Robin’s grin grows. “Fair’s fair.”

And, well, Nancy can’t exactly argue. Robin’s black jacket is in her possession—currently neatly folded in the passenger seat of Nancy’s car—where it’s been since about two weeks after their first encounter with Vecna and where Nancy intends for it to remain until…until. 

She scowls anyway, pushing back from the counter and making her way to Robin, who stiffens for a second at Nancy’s hug before relaxing into it, wrapping her arms around Nancy’s shoulders and holding her close. The jacket smells like the detergent her mom uses and a little like Nancy’s perfume, but underneath is all Robin, lavender and cloves and the cigarettes her mom smokes. She can smell weed, too, and she pulls back a little to look up at Robin, who’s looking down at her with a faint blush. 

When Robin told her, fingers twisting and face paler than usual on the couch in her basement, that she likes girls, she’d put herself as physically far from Nancy as possible in the shared space. Nancy, heart broken as she listened to halting, stuttering sentences so far from the Robin she had grown used to, had tentatively scooted closer, lifting an arm in offer. Robin had hesitated for a second and then collapsed into her, crying while Nancy reassured her. Now, with Nancy’s constant encouragement, she’s getting better about touch, about initiating it and accepting it.

Of course, it is different now, but that’s Nancy’s fault. That’s because Nancy, as she has let herself admit for the past six or so weeks with increasing acceptance, wants to kiss her. She hasn’t yet and doesn’t now, but she does reach down and lace their fingers, tugging Robin toward the sliding door to the back. 

“There’s a Robin/robber pun here somewhere but I can’t quite get there,” she admits, happy to see that the crowd of their peers thins significantly after the deck.

Robin snorts, follows easily as Nancy begins pulling them past small groups of people and toward the grass. It makes her bristle, still, the relative quiet in the largely dark yard, and Robin squeezes her fingers like she understands, because she does. The house and the summer night give enough light to navigate well enough, and Nancy has her eyes on a set of lawn chairs that seem to have been abandoned by a group now moving back toward the house, but as she moves toward them Robin stops her. 

Her grin is pulled up at the side as she looks from Nancy to a tree with a tire swing and a set of boards nailed to its trunk. Nancy sighs, and Robin moves toward them, grinning, letting go of Nancy’s hand to pull at the steps and look up at the tree house. 

“Robin. No.”

“What?” She says, in a terrible attempt at guilelessness. 

“You know what.”

“I don’t.” She says easily. “I don’t know what.”

She shades her eyes like that’ll help her see in the dark, and Nancy rolls her own, stomach swooping with affection, before reaching into her bag and pulling out a flashlight. 

When it clicks on, Robin looks back at her and bites her lip. “Nancy Wheeler. The Boy Scouts have got nothing on you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nancy says, like she isn’t about to indulge a terrible idea. “Investigation purposes, only, Buckley. We didn’t survive the upside-down so you could break yourself climbing a tree.”

“Totally, totally,” Robin responds, like she doesn’t know Nancy is about to indulge her terrible idea. “I’m just gonna investigate these first few steps and, uh…” When the first two hold, she looks down at Nancy happily and keeps climbing. 

“You have no sense of self-preservation,” she calls after her. “Ms. Delayed Walker.”

When she reaches the platform at the top, she pouts down at Nancy, features a blend of shadows in the strange light. “That’s really rude, Nance. I think you should come apologize.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Nancy says, already on the second plank, flashlight shining up from where she’s tucked it vertically in her purse. It catches Robin’s grin, and Nancy stares, feels like she’s falling with her hands securely gripped on the wood. Robin’s not the only one who’s ridiculous. 

She pulls herself into the plank next to Robin, who wraps an arm around her waist. It’s reflex maybe, because the platform is small, and Nancy sees the flash of panic across her face so she leans into Robin’s body before she can pull away, hand moving to hold Robin’s against her. 

“If we fall out of a tree before graduation, I’m going to be so pissed at you.”

Robin laughs, squeezing her, and then begins scooting back, Nancy releasing her so she can make her way into the little house behind them. For all her talk, she wouldn’t be up here if she didn’t think it were sturdy. The climbing planks are relatively new, wood stained and smoothed against splinters, so she suspected the house would be, too, and she’s pleased to find that she’s right.

It’s big for a tree house, and tall enough that Nancy can almost stand comfortably, bent just a little to explore, fingers on the cross beams below the roof so she doesn’t bump her head. There’s a little table shoved into one corner, a window in each wall where she can see that the little platform they landed on extending around the house like a porch. When she turns around, Robin has made herself comfortable on some cushions against the back wall, a pink floral print that looks like maybe it was stolen from lawn furniture. She has a joint in one hand and pats the seat next to her before reaching into her pocket (Nancy’s pocket) for a lighter. 

There’s a lantern hanging from a hook near her head, two candles inside and Robin lights them as Nancy clicks off the flashlight and settles, close enough that their knees touch. Robin hands her the joint but keeps the lighter, and Nancy bumps her shoulder as she lights it. 

“Such a gentleman,” she says, before inhaling, and Robin rolls her eyes but blushes. 

Nancy doesn’t cough, though it’s still sometimes a close thing, the weed a post-Vecna addition to her life. It helps her relax and it doesn’t make her feel bad the way drinking does and it’s given her some of her favorite nights, sitting around smoking and talking and watching movies with Steve and Robin and Eddie and sometimes Jon or Vickie. 

She passes the joint back, and props herself back against the wall, lets herself look at the girl next to her as they smoke together for a little while, making aimless conversation. There’s something undeniably attractive about watching Robin smoke, the shape of it between her lips and the way they move as she pulls, the smoke that she exhales slowly, eyes exploring the little house. 

Eventually, Nancy asks, “How’re you feeling about next week?”

“Eh,” Robin offers along with another hit, which Nancy takes. “Weird. Fine. Nervous. Excited.” She brings her eyes back to Nancy, who smiles at her. “How ‘bout you?”

“Eh,” she echoes, and Robin pokes her gently. She’s warm, this close to Nancy, and she wants more, scoots closer, takes her hand and twines their fingers. Twirling the thick silver ring around Robin’s index finger, she feels Robin’s breath stutter, her own breath escaping with a happy sigh at their proximity. Robin mutes the joint and sets it against a Coke can. “Fine, I think. I feel good about what’s coming. Good about Chicago.” She squeezes at Robin’s fingers and Robin squeezes back. “Good about Chicago with you. I’m ready, I think. It’s not like…I didn’t exactly love,” she stops playing with the ring for a second and gestures out toward the yard, the house, “all of this. High school. You know.”

“Yeah,” Robin agrees. “Yeah, that’s for sure.”

Nancy presses closer, drops Robin’s hand in favor of wrapping it around her under her (Nancy’s) jacket, bullying her way into her side until Robin wraps an arm around her shoulders, laughing, thumb running a gentle up and down against her arm as they settle. 

“The ending hasn’t been so bad,” Robin says, pauses. 

Nancy can’t help but repeat, stoned and uncertain she’s heard correctly, “The ending hasn’t…” She can’t even finish, her voice cracking on what surely is a joke, and then they’re both cackling, clutching each other. 

“Dingus,” Nancy gasps, mostly in Robin’s lap now, and Robin groans. 

“I am. I’m a total dingus. ‘The ending hasn’t been so bad,’” she repeats, mocking herself, and Nancy tucks her head into her neck, laughing, Robin’s arms tight around her waist. “That’s what I get for trying to be smooth, I guess.” And then she shuts up so fast Nancy hears her jaw click. 

And maybe Nancy should be nervous, but instead all she feels is immensely pleased. “Oh?” She says, voice teasing as she pulls herself away, adjusting until she’s straddling Robin’s thighs. Robin looks terrified and also can’t stop staring at Nancy’s legs where they now bracket her own, eyes flitting between Nancy’s and their laps. Her hands are hovering at her sides, fingers opening and closing around nothing, and Nancy takes pity, full of smug affection as she takes them and puts them on her thighs. 

The noise Robin makes is something between a groan and a whimper, and it makes Nancy more than a little feral. 

“Trying to put the moves on me, Buckley?” She doesn’t try to hide the want in her voice as she lets her own hands settle on Robin’s neck, thumbs tracing the corners of her jaw. 

Robin finally holds her gaze, fingers spreading and squeezing at Nancy’s thighs. Nancy shivers. Robin squeezes harder. 

“Nancy.”

Robin’s lips are warm and waxy, the last of the vanilla chapstick she likes clinging on through their smoking. It’s perfect; she’s perfect, hands climbing to Nancy’s waist, where she holds her steady as she deepens the kiss, the taste of weed and lemonade and Robin filling Nancy up. 

“Nancy,” Robin says when they pull away, voice breathy. “What’s happening right now?”

The affection Nancy feels is almost violent, it’s so overwhelming, and she lets herself kiss Robin again, hard and quick. “Well,” she says. “You attempted one of the worst lines I’ve ever heard.” She keeps her tone teasing, and Robin closes her eyes and groans, head thudding against the wooden wall behind her. 

Nancy tsks, and Robin blinks open her eyes, blush in full force in the candlelight. She’s fucking gorgeous. 

“And it worked,” she says primly, moving a hand to Robin’s sternum, flattening her palm and feeling her breathe before tugging at the lapel of her (Nancy’s) jacket. “Because it appears I like you so much that I’m willing to overlook things like thievery and terrible come ons.” 

“You��you like me so much that…” And then she’s kissing Nancy again, less gently, and Nancy sighs approvingly, sucking at Robin’s bottom lip. Robin’s mouth moves to her neck, her hands shifting to Nancy’s hips to urge her closer, and she goes easily, moving a hand into Robin’s hair and moaning as her tongue and then her teeth find a spot that makes her hips cant.

“Fuck, Rob.” 

She pulls away, gasping, hands flexing on Nancy’s hips. 

“Do you…do you want…” She shakes her head, eyes closing, and Nancy kisses her gently. 

“I want to date you,” she says, watching as Robin’s eyes snap open. “I want to hold your hand while you talk to me about whatever the movie of the day is, and I want to fix your collars and leave lipstick on your cheek when I kiss you goodbye, and I want to ask you to stay over and have you know exactly what I mean.” 

“Yeah?” 

Her voice is small, almost scared, and Nancy channels as much love as she can into her own as she says, brushing a thumb over a beautiful cheekbone, “Yeah. Is that something you could want, too?”

“Yes.” A hand cups Nancy’s jaw. “I want that so much, Nance. I can’t even…I want you so much. I’m…it’s…” She laughs, running a hand through her hair. Nancy misses it. “Sorry, um, sorry. I just, I really can’t believe this is happening. Holy shit.” Her smile is wide, her eyes bright. “Nancy Wheeler wants to date me.”

Nancy laughs, tucks her hair back. She feels the flush in her own face and doesn’t hate it, for once. “Yeah, I really do.”

“You’re beautiful,” Robin says, and bites her lip. “Is that…I think it all the time, you know. Like, all the time. Like, yesterday when you got mad at that guy for turning without his blinker, and you made this face, and your lips did this thing, and all I could think was how gorgeous you were. And then tonight, when I showed up and you were leaning against the counter, and I could tell you were trying to figure out how you were gonna say no to Ally, you know, you have this, like, thinking face, and God, Nancy, all I wanted was to press you back against the counter and…”

She stops, catching herself, but Nancy wants none of that. “And what, Robbie?” She takes Robin’s hand and puts it back on her hip, greedy and pleased as she watches Robin’s eyes grow big, feels her fingers flex. “What did you want to do?”

She moans into the kiss, into the grip of Robin’s hands, letting her hips roll into the body pressed against hers. When her mouth moves to her neck again, kissing and sucking, Nancy throws her head back and holds Robin close. 

Hands move from her hips to the buttons of her shirt, tentative, and this had probably been the conversation Robin wanted to have earlier, about what Nancy wanted.

It takes an incredible amount of willpower but she manages to pull back, panting, tilting Robin’s face to meet hers. Because Nancy will absolutely let Robin fuck her in this treehouse, but Robin’s a virgin, and she deserves better than cramping hands with their clothes still on. Nancy has plans. 

“Come home with me.”

“Okay,” Robin agrees immediately, head bobbing eagerly, and Nancy grins, kissing her gently.

They tidy themselves as best they can, hands untangling as they reach the house again, and the party’s still in full swing, loud and bright and smelling like cheap beer and fruit punch. 

They pass by the group playing spin the bottle on their way out, a series of shouts coalescing into a chant as a couple is sent off to the closet for seven minutes in heaven. 

Robin shakes her head. “Nightmare,” she says under her breath, and Nancy laughs. 

“I don’t know.” She grins at Robin and uses the crowd as an excuse to grab her hand again, keep her close. “I feel like you’d find lots of jackets to steal.”

She doesn’t need to see her to know her eyes are rolling. “I would bet 20 of Steve’s dollars that my jacket will be in the passenger seat of your car when we get there. The hypocrisy is heavy, Nance.” 

“So, what?” She shrugs as they break through the front door, making their way to Nancy’s car up the block. “I like wearing my girlfriend’s jacket.”

It’s quiet, and Nancy’s worried for a second that she’s overstepped, but when she looks, she finds Robin staring at her with heat in her eyes, her jaw set. 

“I bet,” Robin says, looking around and keeping close to Nancy, voice low, “I bet you’d look great in that jacket and nothing else.”

Nancy swallows, stops as they reach the car. “Wanna find out?”

[morgodrawings]

DAY 12: Costumes

Robin would’ve loved Vampirella and Nancy, as the good gf that she is, would dress up as her

Full drawing on patreon (link in bio)

[little-annie]

M | Fanart | STWG Kinktober 2024: Day 3 Leather/Dom Drop | Nancy Wheeler/Robin Buckley

Background color variations below the cut

[sbwrites]

🕸️ Sbwrites-kinktober 2023 🕸️

It’s finally that time of year again which means kinktober!! I’m so excited for this year’s fics! To mix it up a bit this year I will also have a smut prompts list and my inbox will be open all October! So send in a prompt and a character!

October 1st- Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve can’t resist you and the skimpy outfit you call a costume (semi-public, big dick Harrington, nicknames; slut, good girl, baby )

October 8th- Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie can’t stop thinking about you after his show last night and you can’t stop thinking about him (masterbation)

October 15th- robin Buckley

Summary: after a particularly hard day at work robin takes out her anger on you (sex toys, rough sex, dom!robin)

October 22nd- Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer has always loved Halloween and the costume masks weren’t an exemption (mask kink, slight dom! Spencer)

October 29th- ronance

Summary: you’ve been thinking about your girls all day and when they finally get home they show you how much they missed you (threesome, sex toys, dom! Nancy, dom! Robin)

October 31st- steddie

Summary: you and Steve want to get more rough in the bedroom so who better to ask then Eddie? (Threesome)

smut prompts list

[legendarydragonperson]

2 Hours left of october 1st and I DIDNT WRITE ANYTHING KINKY!

[dynamic-power]

October 11th prompt: overstimulation

Rated E

Words: 306

I wanted to get away from Stranger Things for this one, but Ronance was really calling my name today.

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Robin had just come. She was still breathing hard, her thighs were still trembling, a satisfied warmth was settling in her chest, and Nancy was still playing with her clit. It felt good for the first minute, dragging out Robin’s orgasm and wringing every bit of pleasure there was. But then Nancy kept going. 

Nancy could come multiple times like this; there had been some evenings where they’d lost track of how many orgasms Nancy had before she was pulling away and whining that it was too much. 

That too much feeling was already pulsing through Robin which each stroke of Nancy’s fingers. She tried to squirm away, but Nance wouldn’t let her, gripping her hip with her other hand and squeezing, giving a silent command. Stay put.

Robin gasped as Nancy’s fingers moved through her folds and pushed into her as Nancy’s thumb took up the task of circling her oversensitive clit. It started small, little shocks of pain that skittered through her core, but as Nancy continued, it grew until even her belly ached with each sharp pulse. 

“I know you can come again,” Nancy said with certainty. She swapped the fingers inside of Robin with ones from her other hand so she could properly fuck into her as she abused that perfect bundle of nerves. 

“I-” Robin started, prepared to tell her she couldn’t, but then, amazingly, a mellow pleasure began to burn in the very pit of her stomach. “Oh, fuck, Nance, don’t stop.”

Nancy didn’t stop, didn’t change what she was doing at all, and before long, Robin was bucking up against her. The second orgasm didn’t last as long, but was more intense, pleasure and pain mixing perfectly. 

“I told you,” Nancy said with a grin, pulling her hands away from Robin’s aching cunt to lick at her soaked fingers.

[achilleanenjolras]

sapphic kinktober day 6!

It's live! Today's pair (yesterday, ope) is Nancy/Robin. Ronance, my beloved. <3 The chapter is short and sweet.

[starryeyedjanai]

AO3 | tumblr writing tag | drabbles

All fics are Steddie unless otherwise stated 💕

Highlights

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[midsummer-semantics]

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Steddie On [one-shots that may or may not go together]

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[carriedawatermelon]

Ronance kinktober, chapter five. In which Mike makes a plan, Robin has a problem, and Nancy goes for a ride. (I’m sorry; that’s terrible. I will not be changing it.)

Prompt: Riding

“No,” Robin says, so firmly that every head in the room turns to look at her. She’d been propped against the wall but now she’s standing, arms crossed and jaw set in a hard line, everything about her normally fluid body gone rigid. 

“It’s not like-“

“No,” Robin says again, taking a step closer to Mike, Dustin and Lucas parting quickly to let her. “Try again.”

He’s scowling, in a staring contest with Robin, a repurposed map and figurines set out before him on the table in their basement. “You got a better idea?”

“Yeah,” Robin says, so close now that he’s forced to look up at her. “Stop treating your big sister like she’s expendable, shit bird.”

“Robin,” Nancy says softly, at the same time Mike says, “I wasn’t-“ Robin ignores them both. 

“You were. You are. And it’s bullshit. So try again. Or let someone else give it a shot. I don’t care, really. But this,” she gestures at the map, where an elf figure stands in for Nancy, alone in the upside-down, if only for a little while. An advance guard, Mike had called it. “This is bullshit. This is a death sentence. And I think you’d realize that, if you thought about it for more than half a second.”

“I’ve thought about this!” He pushes to standing, and he’s got more than an inch on Robin, but it’s enough to make her tilt her head, just slightly, to keep their eyes locked. Mike looks smug, and Nancy’s stomach turns, but before she can intervene, Robin’s in his space, forcing him to take a step back, and the smug look is gone. 

“That makes it worse,” she hisses. “You realize that, right? That you looked at literal hell and thought, let me send my sister in there alone?”

“So you go in with her!” He says, like he’s made a point, but Robin only rolls her eyes.

“Obviously,” she says, scathing and dismissive, and he wilts, just a little. “If for some reason Nancy and the rest of the people in this room agreed to this fucked up plan, I would be there with her. Fuck whatever else you wanted me to be doing. But even though I’m pretty good with a Molotov and a baseball bat, I’m not a good shot. Definitely not as good as her. None of us are, which you also know, and have somehow decided to treat as an expendable skill belonging to an expendable person. Your sister.” Mike pales, but Robin doesn’t let up. “I would throw myself in front of her, and I’d be dead, and then she’d be alone. Again. So no,” she finishes, stepping back and crossing her arms. “This is not the plan. Call me when you have something real.” 

With that, she turns on her heel and pushes out through the basement door into the night. 

“She’s right,” Steve says, eyes tripping between the door and Mike and Nancy. 

“Yeah, man. She is. And anyway, there’s no way El would go for it,” Dustin adds. 

Nancy stays quiet, watches as Mike fists his hair in frustration, Will quiet on the sofa behind him. She catches Steve’s eye and tilts her head to the door and he nods. 

She’s about made it when Mike says, over the familiar cacophony of boys’ voices, “Nancy!” 

She turns back, waits, and he shoves his hands in his pockets. “I didn’t…I wasn’t trying to…”

“Sure,” she says, because he’s not making anything any better and she’s tired, so tired. “I’m going to find Robin.” She grabs a walkie and holds it in the air. “Call me if there’s an emergency.” 

Robin’s not hard to find, the light to Nancy’s room on, and so Nancy circles the house, goes past her dad, oblivious in the living room, and waves briefly at her mom at the kitchen table with Holly. 

“Robin looked sad,” Holly says, frowning, and Nancy steps in and kisses the top of her head. 

“She’ll be okay. Maybe in a little while we can come down and play Candy Land?” Holly’s face lights up at that, and Nancy kisses her head again, smiling at her mom. “Thanks for letting her in.” 

Her mom hums and nods. “You know we’re always happy to have her.” Her mom knows Robin’s mom, had frowned in a very particular way the first time Nancy mentioned Robin would be coming over. “Sheila’s girl,” she’d said, and Nancy had been a little worried until her mom had fed Robin extra lasagna and fussed over her and given her a massive hug before she left the next morning. Maybe she thinks that’s why Robin’s sad, and it’s true often enough that Nancy doesn’t offer any other excuse. 

“Thanks,” Nancy says again, and then makes her way up the stairs. 

Robin’s on the bed, shoes kicked off and jacket hanging from Nancy’s desk chair, the sleeves of her black and blue sweater pushed up to her elbows, which are sharp angles at her knees, arms wrapped tightly around herself. 

“Hi,” she offers quietly, and Nancy kicks off her own shoes and crawls into bed next to her. “I’m sorry,” she starts, but Nancy kisses whatever she was going to say next away. 

This is new, months’ worth of build-up and two college deferrals culminating in one desperately nervous, beautifully fumbling kiss at the end of a patrol shift a month ago. Nancy is stupidly in love with the person who’d become her best friend, and she finds herself acting like it, which would be mortifying except for the way that it makes Robin light up or look at her like she’s a dream or kiss her so fiercely she can barely breathe. 

Now, Robin’s arms unlock from her legs, coming to frame Nancy’s face, fingers tracing her cheekbones and jaw, soft and worshipful. Nancy presses at her legs until she gets the idea, straightens them so that Nancy can climb into her lap, thighs bracketing Robin’s and arms wrapped around her neck. 

“Hi,” Nancy says eventually, breath and words unsteady. “Are you okay?”

Robin’s face clouds with confusion, and Nancy kisses the wrinkle in her forehead. Her hands now rest on Nancy’s waist, and her thumbs press lightly into soft flesh, affectionate. 

“I’m okay.” Her head tilts as she takes Nancy in. “Are you okay? That was…that was…I’m sorry. I know you can defend yourself, obviously, like, you definitely don’t need me in there acting like an asshole, but I saw his stupid fucking plan and that stupid fucking elf that he…that was supposed to be you, and I just…” She collapses a little, shoulders hunching as she sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t be,” Nancy says. “Please don’t be sorry. Not for that. Not for…”

If it had been Steve or Jon or anyone else, really, Nancy might’ve bristled. Would’ve bristled, would’ve pushed to the front to tell Mike herself that the plan wasn’t going to work, voice loud no matter how tired and hurt she was. With Robin, she hadn’t felt the need. With Robin, she hasn’t felt the itch that had been ever-present with Jon and Steve, the constant, needling reminder that someone wanted her to be kept, to be possessed. It wasn’t fair to them, probably, but it was true. With Robin, it isn’t. Maybe because Nancy feels for the first time that it’s mutual, that she wants to keep and be kept, that Robin wants the same.

She kisses Robin again, hard, teeth nipping at her bottom lip, and her stomach burns when Robin whimpers, grips tighter at her waist, the fabric of her shirt wrinkling against her skin. Robin noses into her neck, wraps her arms around Nancy and pulls her closer. 

“He’s not allowed to do that,” she says, breath hot against Nancy’s skin. “I won’t let him.”

Nancy combs her fingers through Robin’s hair, scratches at her back. “I know, baby. I know.” She kisses Robin’s temple. “You’re not allowed to throw yourself in front of me. You hear me?”

“You’d do the same thing,” Robin says matter-of-factly, only a tinge of petulance, and Nancy can’t argue, but she isn’t happy about it.

“I love you,” she says instead, throwing away all her worries about too much, too soon because that means nothing when it’s the end of the world and it’s her best friend in her arms, anyway. Robin’s breath stutters against her collarbone, body tightening against Nancy’s. Nancy kisses her temple again, softly. 

When Robin pulls back to look at her, her eyes are big and her voice is raspy but unwavering. “I love you, too.”

The kiss moves quickly from soft to demanding, Robin’s hands scratching down her back to the hem of her shirt and Nancy’s got it off and over the side of the bed immediately, unclasping and tossing her bra to join it without hesitation. 

Robin’s mouth is on her as soon as it’s gone, sucking at Nancy while her other hand roughly palms, and Nancy arches into the contact, moaning into her knuckles with one hand and keeping Robin close with the other, fingers tight in her hair. 

“God, I can’t wait until my parents leave next week. Want to hear you.” She licks at Nancy’s nipple, kisses and sucks again before moving to the other side, switching her hand while Nancy rocks her hips down in search of friction. 

She finds none, and, desperate, reaches down to the button and zipper of her jeans, undoing them and forcing herself from Robin’s body so that she can shimmy them off and throw them to the floor along with her underwear. Robin’s eyes watch closely as she climbs back onto the bed, back onto her, and her hands run hot over Nancy’s skin, grabbing at her ass and scratching over her back. 

Her mouth is busy at Nancy’s neck, kissing and whispering affirmations and praises that have Nancy half out of her mind. It had been a very exciting discovery, that Robin’s as free with her words when she’s touching Nancy as she is the rest of the time. Her lips travel lower, and Nancy’s about to start touching herself when Robin’s hand reaches between her legs, finally. 

Nancy’s sigh escapes at the same time as Robin’s groan. “So wet for me, Nance. God. Feel so good.” She slips a finger inside, then two, and it’s so good, exactly what Nancy needs. Her hips rolls down and Robin meets her movement for movement, her free hand resting on Nancy’s hip as she breathes heavily and watches. 

It makes Nancy burn, Robin’s eyes on her as she rides her, and she wants to give Robin all of it, wants her to see exactly how much Nancy wants, so she raises herself off of Robin’s fingers regretfully and puts a little more distance between them, adjusting so that she’s straddling one of Robin’s legs, her own able to spread wider. Settled, she takes Robin’s hand and positions it back between her legs, gliding her fingertips over her clit and then positioning them at her entrance. 

Robin’s eyes are all over her, roaming from her own fingers waiting between Nancy’s legs up and up and when she makes it to Nancy’s eyes, Nancy holds her gaze and sinks down, head back and chest out, showy and as loud as she can be without risking a very awkward knock at her door. (It’s locked. It’s always locked these days, and if her mom has noticed she says nothing.) 

“Nancy,” Robin says, shaky. “Fuck.”

She raises herself up and sinks down again, and when she’s sure Robin isn’t going to move, she brings her own hands to her tits, playing with her nipples and sighing at the feeling. 

She’s been having sex with Robin for about three weeks, and she has, to put it simply, felt like a massive slut, wanting and desperate and giving everything she has away without even the smallest bit of hesitation. She has exactly no regrets, and Robin looks at her like she’s the best thing in the world and gives just as much of herself. Nancy’s obsessed with the ways they’re different, the way they fit together in what they want and how they want it. It’s so good she has, on more than one occasion and so embarrassed she can hardly stand it, cried. 

She isn’t crying now, though. She’s sighing Robin’s name and feeling Robin curl her fingers just the way Nancy is learning she likes, and she’s asking, begging, for, “More.”

Robin sucks at her collarbone as she adds another finger, biting and causing Nancy to cry out louder than she should, the sharp pain and the stretch exactly what she wants. 

“Shh, baby,” Robin says, confident and soothing and making Nancy somehow wetter. She brings her hand from Nancy’s hip to her lips, and Nancy sucks two fingers into her mouth happily. Slut, she thinks, and then wonders how it would feel if Robin called her one, too, shivers and files that away for later. 

“You look so good,” Robin says, leaning back again to watch Nancy work herself against her fingers. “I wonder…” She bites her lip and Nancy sucks harder on her fingers, hollowing her cheeks in encouragement. “Fuck. God you’re so good at that. I wonder if…maybe I can get a strap-on,” she says, coloring even as her eyes grow heavier at what Nancy assumes is the thought of it. 

She moans around Robin’s fingers, nodding, pulling free to voice her agreement, mouth wet. “Oh my god, yes.” She takes the fingers back, pushing her head so far forward she nearly gags, and imagines riding Robin’s that way, imagines taking her into her mouth. She hadn’t ever thought about it before. She is going to have trouble thinking about anything else, now. 

Her hips move faster and Robin groans, pulling her hand away from Nancy’s mouth and down, finding her clit with her thumb. Nancy clenches around her, thighs burning as she moves hard and fast, wanting and wanting. She takes a hand from her breast and tugs Robin forward to take its place, and it sends her over the edge, body folding into Robin’s as she comes, shaking and biting into the fabric of her shirt to keep herself quiet. 

Robin’s hand is moving up and down her back, holding her close as she comes down, and when she asks, with a gentle pull at the fingers still inside, “Okay?” Nancy nods against her and whimpers a little at the loss of them, the empty feeling. 

With both hands free, Robin wraps her up fully, pulls so that Nancy is sideways in her lap, pressing kisses to her head and cheek and nose, along her jaw. “I love you. I love you. God, Nancy, you’re so gorgeous. You’re everything. You’re everything.”

Nancy curls further into her, forehead against her neck, and basks in it, tilts and presses her own kisses to Robin’s chin and strong jaw. “I love you,” she echoes, stomach fluttering at the novelty of saying it aloud. They’re quiet and close, and Nancy falls into a calm, happy place. 

“Holly was worried about you,” she says eventually, nuzzling at Robin’s cheek. “I told her we might play Candy Land.” 

“Are you gonna accuse me of cheating again?”

“You were cheating.”

“Not the question I asked.”

“You’re absurd. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I was trying to help her win,” Robin says, and Nancy grins at the pout she can hear in it. 

“She needs to learn how to lose.”

“Not from me.”

“Hmm,” Nancy responds, giving up the argument in favor of a kiss. “Let me put pajamas on and we can go play.”

“I don’t love that plan.”

“I’m not playing Candy Land naked.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I do.” She presses a kiss to Robin’s cheek and climbs out of bed. “You need to change, too, so Holly doesn’t ask questions.”

She does, pulling on boxers and an oversized t-shirt while Nancy pulls out a matching light blue set for herself. Before they open the door, Nancy presses another kiss to her lips, and Robin smiles into it, easy. 

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hey baby, I could use just a little help: hex's kinktober 2024 masterlist

tis the season: for SMUT.

any fics posted in this list are complete drabbles posted as part of kinktober 2024. I'm following a list made by my beta, elemental_blue, so I'm going to update this post as I finish so that you know for sure it's readable! i'll list pairing & prompts filled so you can track em!

you can also follow the series on ao3 to get email updates

enjoy, pals!

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october 1st: shaking in the neon light, in the heat of the night - steddie || public sex/exhibitionism, neon lights

october 2nd: took the stars from my eyes & i made a map - ronance || leather/trench coats, stargazing (fantasy au)

october 3rd: you are the gates of the body - chrissy, solo || porn, reading aloud (solo masturbation, cam girl Chrissy)

october 4th: if you fall, i will catch you, i'll be waiting - stissy || make up sex, silky material

october 5th: show me the spine you've been saving for his mattress - steddissy || mirrors, accents

october 6th: i've got an itch to scratch, i need assistance - steddie || flavoured lube & massages

october 7th: after the storm, there's still just us - steddissy || threesomes/ot3s and cuddling

[theweewooshow]

Fic Author Tag Game

tagged by @momotonescreaming 💜💜💜

To see exact numbers go to your Works on AO3 and look under the filters for numbers.

1. What ratings do you write most of your fics under?

out of 83 fics, 54 are rated explicit and that is mostly because of kinktober last year!

2. What are your top three fandoms?

the only three fandoms i've written fics for on this account (and haven't orphaned) are stranger things, 911, and marmalade

3. What is the top character you write about?

steve harrington. no surprise considering i've posted almost 300k words of stranger things fic since march of last year. that's my guy <3 the blorbo who reignited my verve for writing

4. What are your top three pairings?

steddie (62), bucktommy (5), ronance (3)

5. What are the top three additional tags?

alternate universe - modern setting (26), anal sex (17), blow jobs (17)

6. Does any of this surprise you?

i am pretty surprised blow jobs is so high on my additional tags because i am always complaining about how hard they are to write

tagging: @erodingsinner @apartmentsmoke @wikiangela @evansboyfriend and anyone else who wants to do this!

[salamandergoo]

It’s official! I completed 31 prompts for @strangerthingswritersguild’s kinktober calendar! Thought I’d make a lil master post here :)

All fics linked under the cut

Day 1: And There Will Be No Tenderness, No Tenderness | Stommy | Hate Sex | E

Day 2: Heart Shaped Lock | PomPomPistol | Collaring | M

Day 3: No Life Til Leather | Freak/Gareth+Poly!CC | Leather | E

Day 4: Ribbon Bound | Jopper | Safeword | E

Day 5: Hold Me Down and Love Me | Steve/Gareth | Negotiation | E

Day 6: So Pretty in a Dress | Chrissy/Jonathan | Uniforms | E

Day 7: Orange Rope Bondage | Jargyle | Bondage | E

Day 8: Subspacing Out | Eddie/Jonathan | Accidental Subspace | E

Day 9: Feeling Good? | Jargyle | Aftercare | E

Day 10: Swap and Fuck | Stancy | Sharing Clothes | E

Day 11: Under the Blanket on Movie Night | Argyle/Nancy | Exhibitionism | E

Day 12: Sleep Warm | Rovickie | Sleeping | G

Day 13: A Birthday Surprise | Eddie/Jeff | Toys | E

Day 14: I’m on the Edge With You | Eddie/OMC | Edging | E

Day 15: Let Me Be Everything | Chrissy/Carol | Cuddling | M

Day 16: Germination | Tommy/Jonathan | Sex Pollen | E

Day 17: Playing Groupie | Jonathan/Corroded Coffin | Free Use | E

Day 18: Practicing | Eddie/Jeff | Practice | M

Day 19: Restless Dreaming | Jancy | Wet Dreams | E

Day 20: Reverence | Nancy/Carol | Worship | E

Day 21: Hitch a Ride | Stargyle | Riding | E

Day 22: From the Bottom, From the Back | Ronance | Blood | E

Day 23: Work it Harder, Do it Faster | Argyle/Gareth | Rough | E

Day 24: Moments and Momentos | Chrissy/Argyle | Souvenir | E

Day 25: Adrenaline Hangover | Jopper | Adrenaline | T

Day 26: Sensual Soup | Jargyle | Taste | M

Day 27: Your Faith Can’t Save You Now | N/A | Tentacles | T

Day 28: Call Me, I’ll Arrive | Steddie | Phone Sex | E

Day 29: Movie Night Continued | Poly Spicy Six | Group Sex/Mutual Masturbation | M

Day 30: Bandages and Kisses | Stonathan | Safe | T

Day 31: Doctor Flores, Proctologist | Stargyle | Costumes | E

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Kinktober Day 9

ok this was a fun one to do

Prompt: hair pulling

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

“Talk to me, baby, how are you doing?”

Robin’s face is buried in the pillows, fingers curled in the bedsheets. Nancy hadn’t heard anything from her in at least ten minutes, which should be fine, but this is new, and Robin’s new to this, she needs to be sure.

“I’m good,” comes the muffled reply, Robin’s hand relaxing on the bedsheets enough to give her a thumbs up. “Still good.”

Nancy sighed, relaxing her grip on the other girl’s hip slightly. She tapped her fingers on Robin’s shoulder, smiling when she squirmed under her, a low whine coming from her.

“Nance, come on,” she said, twisting her head to look back at her. 

Nancy’s hand had stilled in between her legs when she had asked, was still not moving, Robin’s hips moving to try and get some friction. She crooked the two fingers inside Robin, and the taller girl moaned. 

“Oh fuck, Nance, just like that-“ she was babbling, and Nancy knew that meant she was doing something right, when Robin was feeling so good that she forgot to filter herself. 

“Yeah, I know, Robbie,” she said, kissing the other girl’s shoulder. “I love making you feel good, sweetheart.”

Robin moaned again, head jerking back when Nancy’s fingers brushed over her sweet spot. 

Something about that movement made Nancy angry, and she grabbed a handful of Robin’s hair, pushed her back down into the bed.

The moan that came out of Robin when she pulled made both of them still.

Nancy stopped once she felt Robin freeze, hands jerking back and rolling Robin over.

“Robin, oh my god, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I-“

“Nance, Nancy!” Robin said, waving her hands to try and calm the shorter girl down. “Nancy, you’re fine, I’m fine, you didn’t do anything wrong!”

Nancy took a few harsh breaths in, staring at Robin nervously. 

“I’m fine, ok?” She said, and Nancy shook her head.

“You froze,” she said. “I hurt you. Or scared you.”

Robin went red at that. “Oh,” she said, staring down at the bed.

Nancy slumped, and made to get off the bed. “Yeah, oh,” she said. “I’m sorry, I’ll just-“

“Nancy!” Robin stopped her, hands wrapped around Nancy’s wrists. “You didnt scare or hurt me, I liked it.”

The confession had both of them blushing redder than tomatoes, Nancy’s jaw going slack.

“Oh, you uh, liked it?” She stammered, staring at Robin like she was something new.

Robin’s smile was so warm and caring it made her heart ache. “Yeah, Nance,” she said, in that wonderfully raspy voice of hers. “I liked it.”

She guided one of Nancy’s hands up to her short bob, nodding when Nancy looked in her eyes. Her fingers played with Robin’s hair before they dug in and pulled.

Robin gasped, neck falling back to expose her throat. Nancy watched this happen with rapt fascination, eyes tracing the line of Robin’s throat, until she had to kiss her, lips mapping every inch of her skin.

Robin’s hand grabbed hers, yanking it down in between her legs, and Nancy smirked, stopping her hand just inches away from where Robin wanted it.

“Nancy!” She whined out, glaring at the shorter girl. Nancy pulled her hair again, a sharp yank that had Robin going practically boneless, hands shooting to Nancy’s hips to hold herself up. Nancy moved so that her leg was in between Robin’s thighs, pressing right where she was wet and wanting. The answering gasp from Robin had Nancy smiling, yanking her hair again, causing her hips to buck against Nancy’s leg.

“Oh god, Nance, please dont stop,” Robin groaned out, hips rocking back and forth on their own now.

The hand not in Robin’s hair moved to her chest, finding a nipple and rolling it in between her fingers.

Robin’s hips stuttered against Nancy, the combo of Nancy’s hand in her hair, Nancy’s leg in between her thighs, Nancy’s fingers on her nipple, it was all too much.

Her vision whited out, a broken moan leaving her throat, and Nancy kissed up and down the column of her neck, shoulders, finally settling on her lips as she lowered the other girl down, making sure to be gentle. Robin’s orgasm had been incredibly sudden, and now the taller girl was twitching from the aftershocks, a dopey, well-fucked smile on her face.

Nancy smiled and kissed her cheek, going to get a towel to clean them up.

[longlivefanfic-net]

I really want to do kinktober but maybe every other day? And just little blurbs? Send me your character(s) and the kinks you want me to write about this month please!