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boobabietch · 11 months

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hcs on ellie comforting a reader that’s on the chubbier side? my body dysmorphia is so bad today :/

Hcs of Ellie x Chubby!reader

Warnings: self image issues!!!!! Slight nsfw but nothing too explicit, mentions of oral sex and fingering.

A/N: Hii anon!!! I’m going to be honest with you I didn’t know how to approach your request at first so I hope you’re happy with the result! I’ve struggled with my self image a lot and I still do so I know how much it sucks when your mind tries to make you feel like you’re not it, but I think that a thought that helps me a little bit is that no matter what I look like there is always some horny teenager that would make TikTok edits of me if I was famous lol. Anyways English is not my first language so if you find any grammar or spelling mistakes please tell me so I can change them asap. If you like this you would help me a lot with a like, comment or reblog. Love Sof :)

Word count: 572

There is not one single day that you don’t wake up with ellie telling you how pretty you are and everyday she makes sure to let you know how cute you look and how hot you are in the outfit you’re wearing (even if it’s your dirtiest depression pajama she it’s still drooling at the mere sight of you)

I just want to take a moment to remind you that you are this woman whole world

I mean she chose you for a reason! You are her heaven on earth

Honestly I like to think that since she met you you’ve always been her muse, she would love to put your beauty into paper in every extra time she has.

I’m 100% that she has a whole sketchbook only for you

She is aware of how the world is and how beauty works, she knows how much time you spend comparing your body to others on social media or real life and she also knows how much this means to you and how sometimes you just don’t feel enough

When you feel down because of this, all I can picture is Ellie being the touchiest person on the planet

I mean she would respect if you need some time to yourself or if you felt a little uncomfortable with showing your body but Ellie fucking Williams is a kissing your insecurities away believer

Picture her softly caressing your thighs, taking her time tracing the stretch marks in them with her thumb or kissing the bulge of your belly while she whispers how pretty you are and how fucking lucky she felt to be able to love you with the intensity she does because it’s what you fucking deserve

If she finds you looking yourself in the mirror for a little too long she would come from behind wrapping her arms and just take the time to admire how breath taking you are, she knows sometimes you don’t feel that way but if you could just see yourself like she does, you would understand that feeling bad about you body is completely crazy

This woman is a cuddler. Period. Her arms around your hips while she presses kisses to your neck, muttering sweet nothings while she worships you, because she just wants you to feel loved <3

We all know that our girl is 24/7 the horniest mf in the room so if you’re comfortable with it she would gladly make you moan your pain away with her head in between your legs or her fingers buried in you

Imagine looking her in the eye while she is on top of you expressing all the love and admiration she feels for you turned into the heavenly pleasure she is making you feel

This woman is a love maker and I will die on that hill!

If you take her with you to buy clothes you would need to physically stop her from taking you there and then on the fitting room because holy fuck you are HOT

But back to earth for a second she doesn’t matter how you look, she loves you and she loves that you love her back, so she’s made her most important task to be the safe place you need every time your thoughts become a little too much

You make her feel loved with your mere presence so she just wants to return the favor <3

Requests are: Open!

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#lesbian #fanfic #the last of us #smut #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams the last of us #Ellie Williams #ellie Williams x chubby!reader #boowrites★#ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams headcanons

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boobabietch · 11 months

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Jealous!Ellie blurb +18!

I was thinking of Ellie watching you.

Her sweet little girlfriend at a party being nice to all the filthy guys who definitely wanted to fuck you like she does, so when you guys go home she has the obligation to bent you over the table and abuse your pretty little hole with her strap until you’re begging for a release, legs shaking and vision blurring because of the fucking electricity that having Ellie balls deep in your cunt provides. Like just think about Ellie forcing you to scream for all your neighbors to hear who you belong too while she pounds mercilessly into your now abused hole coating her crotch and her strap with your juices, tears filling your eyes, with one of her hands tangled in your hair, pulling the roots making you feel that delicious ache in your scalp, and the other playing circles in your clit in a torturous pace until you cum pathetically all over her :(

Im so fucking in love with this woman is unreal, I need her so bad :(

Also not proofread and my first language is not English so lmk if there is something wrong :)

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Requests are: Open!

#lesbian #fanfic #the last of us #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #Ellie Williams x reader #Ellie Williams smut #ellie williams blurb #ellie smut #smut #ellie williams fanfic #Ellie Williams fanfiction #boo’sadultcontent★#boowrites★

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boobabietch · 1 year

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Like I Would | Abby Anderson x fem!reader

Warnings: I could say mdni but they are going to do it anyways so just be mindful that this is +18 and I’m not responsible of the things you watch on this godforsaken site. SMUT, Sub!abby, thigh riding, oral sex (Abby receiving), afab!reader, teasing and I think that’s it but tell me if I missed something

A/N: oh my fucking god this took ages to writeeee, but anyways, hi there!! This is the first time I write for Abby so please excuse me if this is bad (hopefully not because I really liked the result) and also I haven’t wrote smut in ages so excuse that too. I’m not an English native speaker so any mistakes I’m not aware of please tell me so I can change them asap. If you like this you would help me a lot with a like, comment or reblog. Love Sof :)

Word count: 2.1k

"So... are you telling me that he went in dry?" You said this in clear distress to your best friend, Abby.

"Yes?" she said with a little hesitation in her voice.

"And you're still seeing that guy? No wait, let me rephrase that, you're still letting that guy fuck you?" You were astonished by the information Abby just shared. She was so damn perfect, yet somehow she was never properly satisfied in her many experiences with sex.

Why am I not the one in your bed every night?

"I mean, he had a nice time, and that was definitely hot." Oh, fuck no, she did not just say that.

"Shut up, Abby; that's fucked up, dude."

"I mean, what can I say? I take pleasure in seeing people get pleased by me."

"I mean, that's valid! Of course, but that is very different from just letting a guy use you as a sex doll without even making you cum! That's just bad sex, Bibi." You know it; you know that if you just had a chance, you could show her how fucking good she can feel.

"Ok, stop bothering me. Owen is like that. He's rough. It's fine. I can take it." Of course Owen is like that; he’s an idiot.

"Abbyyyy, that's not the issue, and you know it."

Come on, a chance, just one single chance, Abigail, please.

Let me fuck his name away, please

You begged, you literally begged in your mind, to be the one to show Abby that release she was desperately looking for.

"Well, miss know-it-all, if you're going to roast the shit out of me, at least tell me what I'm doing wrong."

"Abby, you're choosing the wrong guys. They can't please you."

They are not me.

"They can't?" The cockiness in her voice could be heard a mile away.

Shit, what game are we playing?

"Of course they can’t, I'm telling you! They just don't know what to do with you. They don't know how to properly treat you, Bibi."

They don’t know, but I do and you know it

"Oh, lord, then who knows? Who knows how to treat me? You?" That fucking giggle she let out after voicing the question...

You were taken aback by it. You had the thought before, every damn night, of Abby all over you, kissing her hungrily like you were starved, your lips biting and sucking every inch of her body, marking her as yours, screaming your name like it was a fucking prayer, like she wanted God to be a witness of the sin happening between you two. Of course you had the thought before...

Fuck it, I’m fucking you.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"I said yes; I'm pretty sure I can do it."

"Then do it; make me fucking cum."

There was something in Abby’s eyes that told you how much she wanted you, how much she craved you, and how much she needed you.

With little to no hesitation, you aggressively pulled her lips into yours, the couch creaking with the sudden movement of your body towering over her. Straddling her hips, her hand traveled to your neck while yours got entangled in her hair, pushing her face impossibly closer to yours.

Her scent makes you dizzy even to remember; your whole senses were full of her; you were breathing her, touching her, and hearing her; she was being engraved in your mind like stone; her body warmth was surrounding your body, making you feel hot and heavy.

Your lips left the comfort of hers to travel to her neck. "Please, just, fuck, just..." she mumbled.

Abby’s head was empty; your body was caging her between the couch, and the way your lips were kissing her soft, velvet skin made her sigh dreamily and made your core ache in agony.

But this wasn’t about you; it was about her.

You started spreading little bites that made her whimper, just so you could smooth out the ache on her red and burning skin afterwards with your tongue, licking on the spots where a mark would be noticeable tomorrow.

You guided Abby to your bed, stumbling into the furniture of your little apartment, and then kicking open the door of your bedroom. Abby sat on your bed, her lips only leaving yours just to tear her shirt and pants away, leaving her only in her fucking black boxers.

The thing is, you’ve been fantasizing about that slutty piece of clothing since the first time you saw her waistband peeking over her jeans, just there, resting and calling you to tear them apart and make her yours there and then.

She lays on your pillows, watching you discard your shirt on the floor. Your nipples perked up because of the sudden cold air that hit them.

"You are so fucking beautiful," she said with her hands traveling to your hips, guiding you to rest on top of her again, now being her the one pressing kisses all over your chest and toying with the hem of your pajama shorts.

"I know pretty one, but let’s focus on you, shall we?" And with a sudden move, you made Abby straddle you while you rested with your back on the headboard.

You kissed her, and a long whine came out of Abby’s lips. Ready to give her some relief, you grabbed her hips, guiding her to grind her clothed cunt on your bare thigh.

"Holy fuck!" It was sparkling; it literally felt like the sparks that come out of a lighter before the flame comes out to burn everything on its path.

"You like that, huh? You desperate little thing, you love this." Abby never felt more turned on by someone; it was like heaven—like a perverted, hot, and burning heaven—shit that sounded more like hell, but if hell felt this good, she would be the biggest sinner of all just so she could feel you again.

Her movements started to become erratic; she moved faster and harsher; her mouth started to let out little moans and profanities; and your skin was now soaked and dripping just from Abby’s fluids.

"You want to cum pretty one? You deserve this one bibi come on," and with that, a long moan came out of her mouth, your hands guiding her to ride her high.

"Shit, shit, shit, you are so fucking hot," she said, leaning for more kisses, but you dodged her face.

"No uh, lay for me, Abs. Be a good girl." She watched you with doe eyes as she complied, slowly laying in your mattress below you once again. You swear that you have never seen her like this, so compliant and at your mercy. You swore that if you struck a knife on her stomach right now mercilessly, she would accept it and thank you for it. She was in awe of you.

Her mind cleared again when the cold air hit her soaking cunt, and she became aware that you had just removed her boxers and were now staring at that pretty and glistening pussy she had.

"Is this okay?" you asked, seeing how she looked at you like a deer in headlights.

"Yes, just do it, please." The agony in her voice became visible when she stuttered the confirmation. You came closer to her face, leaving some soft and slow kisses all over her face

"Okay, Abs, what do you want me to do?" You said it with the most innocent and indecent tone of yours.

"Wha- what?" She stumbled over the words because, holy fuck, you were unreal.

"Yes, Abby, what do you want me to do?" You said slowly parting her legs with your knee, pressing it in her cunt, and start grinding it slowly just to tease the whiny mess you had underneath.

"Your mouth, your fingers, I want you; please, I want you in me," she finally said, rushing the words out of her mouth.

"Your wish is my command, pretty girl." With that, you kissed your way down, sucking a little bit her nipples and leaving hickeys all over her chest. You made it to her cunt, slowly kissing the inside of her legs.

"Fuck, please y/n, please just do something." God, she was so needy.

You licked a line from her entrance all the way to her clit. She was squirming, so you grabbed her hips aggressively, pinning her to the bed. A loud moan coming from her mouth was your cue to start devouring her cunt like a starved woman, your hands applying bruising strength to her hips to keep her steady while you ate her out in the most ungodly way you knew.

Feeling how wet she was, you slipped two fingers into her, knocking the air out of her lungs. You began curling them at her spongy spot, playing with the pace, and then you added your mouth to the equation.

It was too much, but also not enough, and also perfect. Abby’s hand found its way to your hair, gripping it tightly as the other one covered her mouth to muffle her loud moans.

"Hey no, I want to hear your beautiful sounds, ok? So loose the hand or I’ll have to tie it to the headboard" you said, not liking a little bit how hard she was trying to not make a sound. It was your fucking apartment; if your neighbors had any complaints, they could shove it up their asses. Hell, even if it was God and Satan themselves, they could religiously go suck a dick if they were bothered.

Your unholy pace kept going alongside your delirious way to eat cunt, and hearing Abby moan your name like she was trying to carve it in the walls was a fucking dream come true

And then she felt it—the knot forming in her stomach, begging to be untied. The sweat made loose strands of her hair stick to her forehead, the reflex of her hips buckling upwards towards the stimuli, begging for more. The primal instinct to let out the most beautiful whines and moans you'd ever heard, and the urge to bury your face deeper into her cunt just so she could let all that pressure in her core out in that sweet and strong release she was hoping for.

Your eyes traveled upwards, and you saw Abby's face, eyes completely shut down with tears threatening to fall out, all her face contorted with her brows furrowed, and you knew she was there.

"It's okay, pretty one. You can just let go; it's fine," you said. Abby gasped at the sudden loss of contact while you spoke, but then this sudden feeling of pleasure traveled from her body to her core, making her legs shake and the grip she had in your hair become even harsher. "It's okay, Abby. You can let go," and with this came the orgasm she was begging God to have.

Her cum dripping all over your chin, you helped her ride her high, slowly decreasing the pace your fingers had at her now-abused hole until you saw her visibly relax all the muscles in her body, flopping onto the mattress.

With a last kiss on her puffy clit, you made your way up her body, scanning all the marks you left in her hips from the strength you were using to hold her down and the purplish hickeys forming all over her breasts, proving how good you made her feel.

You kissed away all those tears, showering her face with kisses while whispering sweet nothings and compliments. And then, finally, you kissed her lips with such tenderness, as if she were made of porcelain and you were afraid of breaking her, a complete contrast to your first kiss of the night.

Abby's hand traveled to cup your cheek, while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. She had just experienced her first orgasm during sex, and the entire time, she felt loved and cared for by you, making her weak in the knees.

You pulled away, looking expectantly into her eyes. "So, how was it?" you asked, a little grin forming on your lips.

Abby was so enamored with the view of you on top of her, breathing heavily, blushing cheeks, all sweaty and perfect, that she couldn't speak. She tried your lips just today, and just as quickly as it sounds, she became obsessed with how perfectly your entire existence fit with hers, making her feel complete and incredibly good.

After cleaning up, you lay facing upwards with Abby nestled beside you, burying her face in your neck. Abby was a big, intimidating, and dominant woman most of the time, but sometimes she just wanted someone to take care of her, just as she took care of everyone else. And you were that someone. Tonight, with her whole body pressed into you and your digits tracing shapes on her bare back, you thought while pressing your lips to her forehead.

Hell yeah, I could get used to this.

Tags: @cvqii @akinui

Requests are: open!

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#lesbian #abby the last of us #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #the last of us #abby anderson #sub!abby x reader #smut #abby anderson fic #abby anderson fan fiction #boowrites★#boo’sadultcontent★

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boobabietch · 2 years

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Steve Harrington you are a hero | Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: Figure skater!reader, mentions of toxic household, verbal abuse, slight mention of minor injuries, hurt/comfort, slight angst, mentions of shitty parenting, fluff, and i think that’s it (if i skipped something please tell me)

A/N: Well hello there! This is my first time writing for Steve Harrington so I hope this doesn’t suck. English is not my first language so if you find any grammar or spelling mistakes please tell me so I can change them asap. If you like this you would help me a lot with a like, comment or reblog. Love Sof :)

Word count: 1.1k

You met Steve when you were 8. It was a nice day in Hawkins and you were training for your next competition in the ice rink when suddenly out of nowhere a boy smashed your side while you were spinning, causing you and the boy to fall loudly in the cold and hard ice. That day ended with a trip to the ER, stitches in your forehead and a boy with a broken arm.

You might think that since that day you would despise the guy for giving you a scar on your face and ruining your perfect biellmann spin, but his puppy eyes and constant apologies while you waited for the doctor to see you made the big frown on your face turn into a little smile.

“What’s your name? I mean you gave me the nastiest cut on my forehead I might as well know your name to tell my friends who was the dumb boy who caused it” You asked trying to sound mad to scare him a little more.

“Steve, my name is Steve Harrington, and again I'm truly sorry for everything” He really sounded ashamed.

“It’s fine Steve Harrington at least I wasn’t the one with the broken arm” Since that day Steve and you became friends, he went to all your skating competitions apologizing every time he saw you skating.

He was your best friend. He knew you better than he knew himself. Not only that, but he was always there for you like when your cat died, your parents divorce, when you didn’t land any of your jumps in a competition, he was there. You knew you could trust him with everything, but he always put a wall between you guys when you tried to talk to him about his own problems. That was until one day.

You were in your room doing a bit of flexibility to warm up, the soft hum of the current Cyndi Lauper song and the rain crashing on your rooftop were the only sounds in your bedroom when a knock on your window made you stand up from the floor. Getting closer to it, the cause of the noise was revealed: a depressed looking Steve Harrington, soaked from head to toe.

“Now what the fuck are you doing out there, Steve, it's pouring!” You said helping the boy into your bedroom. “I’ll find you some clothes while you get in the shower, or you are going to catch a very bad cold, sir!” He looked at you while you spoke, a glimpse of adoration in his eye. Ever since he met you, you turned into his safe place. Even if he didn’t like to talk about the shit that happened at his home, your mere presence was enough to calm his nerves and forget about the shitty family he had.

That night he didn’t remember what was the particular reason of why his father was so angry at him but again that wasn’t weird at all, it’s not like it never happened before, it was not the first time and definitely not the last time, but then he said the words, he had never yelled something like that before. The words his father said were engraved in Steve’s mind while he walked to your home. “If I knew you were going to be such a failure, maybe you shouldn’t have been born” Steve didn’t know if it was the heat of the moment or if his father really meant it, but you know what? Maybe he did mean it. The thing that hurt Steve the most is that whatever was the reason of why his dad said such a thing, he knew that his parents will do anything to make him feel like a fucking piece of trash every chance they had. He hated them.

When Steve came out of your bathroom with an old hoodie he had left in your house a few months ago and a pair of pajama pants that belonged to your father you noticed his puffy red eyes and how destroyed he looked.

“Hey pretty boy what happened?” You asked, trying not to sound so scared. You knew that he wasn’t the happiest man on Earth but it was the first time that he actually showed how bad he was emotionally. “Hey no, what happened Steve, come here” You said and you opened your arms taking a seat in the bed. He practically ran to your embrace and started crying his eyes out.

You felt your heart shatter in little pieces at the sound of every sob the boy let out. “I’m a failure. He said it. He hates me and I’m a failure” He let out between sobs. You carefully caressed his back while he held you tightly afraid of letting you go. Then he began to explain what happened with his dad and everything he said. Your blood started boiling at the words Steve was letting out of his mouth.

“That is such bullshit!” You practically yelled “Steve you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met! You are brave and kind and you have saved the world several fucking times. Steve, maybe you are not academically super gifted but you are smart, you know how to solve problems and save the day, you know how to be a leader and lead your team to victory. You are basically a hero. Steve Harrington, you are a hero.” You stopped to take a breath.

“Steve you are important, you are useful, and that son of a bitch you have for a father can go fuck himself so freaking hard and-” Your rambling was stoped by Steve kissing you softly. You completely forgot what the hell you were saying and your thoughts stopped.

The kiss was soft and passionate, it was like slaying that routine you’ve been having trouble in, it was like winning first place, it was like doing a fucking triple axel for the first time in history and somehow land it succesfully. It felt like a million of unsaid love confessions finally clicking in your head.

You felt dizzy when you two pulled out of the kiss.

“I love you” Steve said looking at you like in front of him was that home he was looking for since he was little.

“I love you too Harrington, and I meant it, maybe you gave me a horrible scar in my forehead but-” “And again I’m really sorry about that”

“You are all the things your father wish he could be, you are the most amazing human being I’ve had the pleasure to meet”

The day Steve bumped into you, you were in horrible physical pain for the fall, but you couldn’t be more grateful for that because that day you found the person you loved the most in the whole world.

If you are not a skater and you don’t have a fucking idea of what I was talking about:

Example of a biellmann spin

Example of a triple axel

Requests are: Open!

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#stranger things #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington #steve x reader #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #fluff #boowrites★

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boobabietch · 2 years

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Snickerdoodle cookies | Robin Buckley x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of food i guess? But nothing literally nothing this is pure fluff (if I skipped something you are free to tell me)

A/N: Hellooo this is Sof here! This is the first time I wrote for Robin and first time writing a one shot as well so it might suck a little bit but I promise I did my best. English is not my first language (I’m a Mexican so you can talk to me in Spanish too if you want) so if there are any mistakes please please tell my so I can change them asap. Love Sof :)

Word count: 907

It was a nice afternoon in Hawkins, the summer came to an end, bringing with this the chilly breeze and orange colors of autumn.

Having a girlfriend like Robin Buckley was fun, but sometimes very weird. The girl is often bored when she is not doing anything specific, l like she is always craving for something to do with her hands and her mind. Then this specific thing would get boring in a couple of minutes, making her drift out of any concentration she managed to have.

You two would be lying on your bed without anything to do. Robin’s head was on your lap while you caressed her hair. “Hey, wanna make snickerdoodle cookies?” She said lifting her head a little bit to look at you.

You pondered that question for a second but then a thought crossed your mind -your mom went to visit your grandma taking with her the recipe book with the directions for the cookies- “I’m sorry robs but it’s going to be another time, my mom took with her the recipe” She lifted her head completely out of your lap this time and sat beside you looking at you “Come on Y/N! We’ve been making those cookies since we were 13. I'm pretty sure we know the recipe from the inside out!” Yeah that works for you.

Apparently all those times you made snickerdoodle cookies with Robin your mom helped a little bit. Well maybe a lot. Now that you remember your mom did everything while you and Robin just weighed the ingredients and ate the raw cookie dough while making heart shaped eyes to each other when you thought your mom wasn’t looking.

Step 1. Preheat the oven to 400º degrees.

You guys totally skipped this part. Like what the fuck does preheat even means!

Step 2. Place the softened butter, sugar, eggs and vanilla in a bowl and mix until smooth.

Robin put the butter (not soft at all, maybe even slightly frozen) while you measured the sugar and vanilla.

“Wait, how much sugar do we need?” You ask not remembering if it was 1 and a half cups or 2 and a half. You put two cups and a half, I mean they’re cookies the sweeter the better right? No girls, that’s not how it works.

Step 3. Put the flour, cream of tartar, baking soda, and a pinch of salt.

“Did you know that when you concentrate you poke your tongue a little bit out of your mouth?” You asked Robin while she was sifting the flour in the bowl trying not to spill anything of the white powder. Her tongue poking a little bit while she frowned slightly at the sight of the flour starting to cover the table because of her very bad pulse. “I didn’t realize but thank you Y/N”

“I think you look really beautiful when you do that” Then you reached her to give her a little peck on the lips that managed to become a soft kiss that made a quarter of the flour end up on the floor and the counter.

Step 4. Roll your balls of dough in the mixture of cinnamon and sugar.

This step was actually really easy and you guys managed to go through it without any complications. Well if you count that you rolled your already tooth rotting sweet dough in more sugar a complication then you might have a complication.

Step 5. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes.

Remember when the oven needed to be preheated and none of you cared to do it? Well you put your cookies in the cold oven, turned it on and set your timer.

“Oh god no” Mess, the kitchen was a mess, it looked like a freaking war zone actually. Everything was covered in flour, sugar and cinnamon, there were a million bowls and cups on the counter, some of them you didn’t even remember why they were out but they were.

“Well shit” Robin turned to look at you but not taking her eyes completely out of the mess. You grabbed her hand pulling her closer to you putting an arm over her shoulders and leaning your head in her shoulder, she turned to look at you completely this time giving you a little kiss on the forehead “Well princess I think we have a little mess to clean” she said with a sarcastic tone in her voice.

You guys spend the next 35 minutes cleaning the disaster (well maybe making out for ten minutes of that time but who’s counting?) completely forgetting the cookies in the oven. The smell of burnt dough coming out of the oven was a slight warning that something might be wrong.

“Fuck the cookies!” You practically yelled running to grab a kitchen glove and getting the tray out of the oven. They were a little burned but your lack of preheating saved the day by not making the oven hot enough to burn the cookies to the ground.

Having a girlfriend like Robin Buckley was fun but sometimes very weird. She was very good at some things but cooking was not on the list of those things. Your cookies ended up being super sweet, burnt and a little bit watery for the lack of flour in them but seeing Robin smile and laugh at your face when you tried them was always the best part of your day.

Requests are: open!

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#stranger things #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley fic #robin buckley #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x reader #robin stranger things #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #boobabietch #lesbian #wlw post #wlw #i love this woman #boowrites★

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boobabietch · 10 months

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I’m desperately in the need of writing something but I literally have zero ideas rn, I fucking hate everything :(

Requests are fucking open!

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boobabietch · 2 years

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Fluff (♥︎) Angst (♡︎) Nsfw (🝮) Personal Favourites (⍟)

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Albums:

Four - One direction | coming soon!

Stranger things:

Steve Harrington:

Steve Harrington, you are a hero ♥︎ ♡

Ready to run | coming soon!

Robin Buckley:

Snickerdoodle cookies ♥︎

Robin, your Robin ♥︎ ⍟

Steal my girl | coming soon!

Nancy Wheeler: