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ddejavvu · 6 months

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Play wrestling with your gf Robin Buckley, but Steve walks in and practically shrieks because he thinks you two are doing something wildly different

In Steve's defense, you are biting Robin's thigh. But you're biting her thigh to overpower her, which- doesn't sound much better. But you're wrestling - really wrestling, not wrestling.

You've got her pinned to the wall, and you'd dropped to your knees to gnaw at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The pinch from your teeth is meant to make her knees give out, and once she's on the floor you'll grab her wrists and pin them to her back. Then you'll declare yourself the winner before she can escape. It's meant to be a foolproof plan, but- well, Steve Harrington has been called a fool before. Perhaps no plan is foolproof enough for him.

He's accustomed to walking into Robin's room like it's his own, but this time you're sure he wishes he'd knocked. He finds you kneeling between Robin's legs, face buried in her thigh a little too close to what's between them for Steve's comfort.

He screams. He screams, and slaps a hand over his eyes, and stumbles backwards all at once, which means he goes tumbling back down Robin's staircase. Her bedroom is right at the top of it, and the hallway is evidently not wide enough for Steve to stop in before he falls right back down the way that he came.

You both dart to the staircase and watch as he lands at the base with a sickening thud, and a groan that you've come to associate with visits to the emergency room.

"Steve?" Robin calls, feet pounding against the stairs as she races to his side. She prods at his temple, and when he grumbles something incoherent in response, she lifts his head off of the floor. She cradles it in her hands, checking for his pulse, "Steve, can you hear me?"

"Yes, dipshit, stop poking me," He swats her hand away when he regains the wind that was knocked out of him, and he sits up while glaring at you where you stand at the top of the staircase.

"That was fucking disgusting." He accuses. You're fairly certain you have the right to do whatever you want with your girlfriend in her own home, but you'd just caused Steve possible brain damage, so you don't point that out.

"We were play-fighting," Robin huffs, rubbing the back of her hand where Steve had smacked her, "You're the one who didn't knock."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I've been your best friend for two years," Steve gripes, struggling to his feet and rubbing at the back of his head where you presume it hit a step, "I didn't know I had to alert the presses to my arrival. Listen- you two," He turns his glare back to you, "I'm- happy for you, okay? But don't- don't ever do that shit again. Close the door, put a sock on it, put up a sign, I don't care, just- never again."

Steve chooses to ignore your rather snippy 'Yes, sir,' in favor of exaggerating a wince as he prods at a sensitive spot near the base of his neck. "Un-fucking-believable," He scoffs, "Another concussion, and this one didn't even come from an interdimensional monster.

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moonstruckme · 6 days

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so requests are open again, can i así for a Robin fic where she tries to ask Reader out but she is really nervous and all cute?

Thanks for requesting babe!

Robin Buckley x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

You have no idea how Robin managed to get Keith to let three of you work the Saturday shift, but you owe her your life for it.

Normally, you end up by yourself, uneventful weekday nights where you organize and reorganize the clearance section, talking to yourself since the last time you brought a book and Keith’s boss caught you on the cameras you got chewed out.

Robin and Steve have a routine of their own. They pulled a hidden stock of snacks out of the break room, gossipped about who had borrowed what movies for how long and what that meant, made up ridiculous life stories for the customers that came in. Then Dustin had come over and Robin had relegated the boys to the back room. You like Steve, but you’re not mad about it; having Robin all to yourself makes your stomach do flips like it does on a rollercoaster.

“Okay,” she says in a low voice, eyes tracking a customer who’s just wandered into the teen section. You’ve hopped up on the counter, sitting with your back to the door and your legs dangling, and her elbow is about three inches from touching your thigh. “The guy in the tank top. What do we think about him?”

“He looks like he just rolled out of bed.” Which isn’t unreasonable, because it’s only ten. “Who comes to rent a movie first thing in the morning?”

“Someone desperate,” Robin agrees. You’re both leaning in as you talk in near-whispers, but that distance between her arm and your leg stays.

You hum. “He could have kids.”

“Does he really look like someone who has kids?”

“I don’t know what people who have kids look like. I guess there’s probably a variety.”

“Fair…” She kisses her teeth as she watches him, big eyes narrowed sneakily. “I don’t know, I think he’s horny.”

Your laugh is so loud and sudden you have to clamp a hand over your mouth. A customer browsing near you gives you an odd look, and you murmur an apology. Robin looks delighted.

“Why would you think that?” you hiss at her. “He’s just looking for a movie.”

Her expressions turns sheepish, complete with a cute half-smile that makes your brain buzz distractingly. “It’s possible I have some information you don’t.”

You lean back on your hands and tilt your head, looking at her curiously.

Robin leans in close. “He rented Fast Times five days ago and hasn’t returned it.”

Her eyes are sparkling with amusement. With great effort you tear your gaze from them, looking past her at the man. “Oh,” you say, “yeah, I see it. He looks like he hasn’t shaved in days. I’ll bet he’s been locked in his mom’s basement watching the pool scene on repeat.”

She turns her head down toward your leg to hide a smile, and her laugh tickles down your spine like a grazing touch. You have to trap your bottom lip between your teeth to keep your own grin from getting too out of hand.

“This is fun,” you blurt. Or, it feels like a blurt, but Robin doesn’t seem to note your abruptness, only turning her eyes up to yours curiously. “Hanging out, I mean. I wish we worked the same shifts more often.”

“Yeah, I—it is fun.” Robin’s smile gets a funny look to it, her gaze flitting down to the counter. “I’d rather work with you than Steve anytime. Not that you’re, like, only just better than Steve, obviously you’re tons better than him, I just meant that—Steve, he’s actually not terrible, I mean he’s probably my best friend, and he and I hang out outside work all the time, so—” She presses her lips together as if physically stopping herself. You chew your bottom lip. “Basically, I like hanging out with you even more than him, which is…not as low a bar as you might think.”

“I don’t think that’s a low bar,” you say through a smile. “Steve seems cool.”

She scoffs. “He’s not. Don’t let him think you think that.”

“He seems nice, I mean. Nicer than he was in high school.”

“Exactly.” Robin lifts her stare to yours again, something like relief in it. “Yeah, he’s…better. He, like, had a spiritual change or something.”

“Maybe he found good influences.” You nudge her leg with the toe of your shoe. She makes a scratchy laughing sound, looking away from you again.

“We hang out a lot outside of work,” she says.

“You mentioned that.”

“We could try that.”

You blink, her candor cutting through the light and flirty feeling you’ve fallen into like a knife.

“You and me?”

“Yeah.” Her eyes find yours. “Like, if you wanted to hang out more, we don’t have to—I mean, we could, totally, we just don’t have to—do it here. At the store.” Her throat bobs so quick you almost miss it. Your chest feels tight, but not entirely unpleasantly. “We could go to the movies, or to get pizza, or to the roller rink—I don’t actually really know what you like to do, but you have to like movies, right? We could definitely watch a movie.��

There’s a commotion in your stomach. You want to look down and check again the distance between her arm and your thigh, but for some reason now it feels like too much of a risk. “Like, with Steve?” you ask.

Robin’s nose wrinkles. “Definitely not with Steve.”

“So, just us.”

In the corner of your eye, you see her hands flex on the countertop. “If you want,” she says quietly.

You wet your lips. When you take a second too long to answer, she goes on, “Or we could totally invite other people, if that’s what you want to do.”

“No,” you say quickly. “Just us is…is good.”

“Really?” Robin sounds so surprised you can’t help but smile. She smiles back, tentatively, like she’s not one-hundred percent sure if she’s in on the joke but she’s happy if you’re happy.

“Yeah.” You lower your voice, glancing around the store. You’d nearly forgotten you were in public. You think for a second you catch Steve looking, but he directs his stare to the movies he’s organizing, smiling to himself and waving off something Dustin’s said. “I’m not doing anything tomorrow, if you want to see what’s showing then.”

Robin grins, huge and heart-stutteringly pretty. It shows all her teeth and little lines shoot out from her eyes like rays of sunshine. “Do you like thrillers?”

“Sure.” No.

She leans forward conspiratorially, and it takes every ounce of willpower you possess not to look down when you feel her skin make contact with the side of your thigh. Your heart starts beating hummingbird fast. “Perfect.”

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lily-fics-11 · 2 months

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The Cynic and The Sweetheart

You are cynical about love but Robin, the hopeless romantic with a secret crush, tries to convince you that love is real.

Warnings: not beta read, cynicism, a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff, kissing/making out, revelations about sexuality

You enter Family Video, and your sort-of-friend Robin is behind the counter.

“Hey Y/N!” She seems happy to see you. You two run in different social circles but frequent the same parties and have classes together.

“Hey, how’s it going?” You ask with a smile.

“Good, I’m good. Are you looking for anything specific?”

“Not really, I’ve got nothing to do tonight so I figured I would watch a movie.” You sigh. Your best friend had said that she would hang out with you tonight but she bailed on you at the last minute to go on a date.

“Why don’t I help you pick something out,” Robin offers.

“That sounds great, thank you.” Even though it’s her job, you appreciate her taking the time to help you out after being blow off by your friend.

Robin heads down one of the rows of videos. You follow her until she stops scanning the shelves and pulls something out.

“Sixteen Candles” she says, holding the video out to you. “We just got it in, I saw it when it was in theatre, it was great.” You can tell she is a fan of the movie by the way she talks about it so you feel bad not accepting the video and rolling your eyes by accident.

“Robin, I appreciate your help, but I don’t think you know me well enough for this. In all honestly, I wouldn’t be caught dead watching a rom com.” Any of your close friends would know better than to recommend a rom com to you. You don’t blame Robin though, even though you were more than acquaintances you were not quite friends.

Robin looks shocked to say the least. “You don’t like rom coms? Who doesn’t like rom coms? Everyone loves rom coms!” She almost sounds offended.

“Me I guess. I’m just, not a fan, you know?”

“No, I don’t know. Like at all! I don’t get it, what’s not to love about romance and happy endings?” She is defending rom coms like her life depends on it.

“Because love is just a concept, Robin, it’s intangible!” You are just as defensive as she is.

“Love is absolutely real!” She seems very protective of this concept.

“Alright then, prove it to me,” you laugh knowing that making reality out of fiction is an impossible task.

“How am I supposed to prove it? I can’t just prove that love is real. Love and romance means something different for everybody. I wouldn’t know what the definition of love and romance would be for you, especially if you don’t even know it yourself. Haven’t you ever had a crush that makes your heart beat fast? Haven’t you ever felt the magic of falling for someone? Haven’t you ever had a perfect kiss? Haven’t you ever had someone look at you like you put the sun in the sky?” Robin is absolutely flabbergasted.

“No,” you just laugh more. “I’m still in high school. Isn’t it kind of intense? All of that at such a young age?”

“Well, I haven’t exactly experienced most of that myself. But I’ve read so many romance novels and watched so many movies and listened to so many love songs. Love just seems like something to strive for. It seems like falling in love would make the sun shine brighter,” Robin explains slightly in distress.

“Other people might have a definition of love, but I don’t. Because no one would ever feel that way about me, so I would never let myself feel that way about someone else. I understand that love is real for some people, but it’s just not real for me.” You try to clarify, stubbornly attempting to prove your point.

“I’m sorry.” Is all she has to say about that, looking like you just crushed her dreams.

“Why are you sorry?” You question.

“For starters, a life without the prospect of love is like a puzzle you can’t finish because there is a piece missing. But also because I can’t imagine what it’s like feeling as if no one could ever love you. I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. Not even my worst enemy, and you’re a good person.” She looks genuinely concerned about you.

“Don’t worry about me, Robin.” You laugh again, trying to make light of what has become a deep conversation “I’m just being realistic.”

“What if you’re not?” She suggests.

“What do you mean?” You are not exactly sure what she is trying to get at.

“Y/N, what if you’re not being realistic? What if there was someone out there who felt drawn to you? That would kiss you if they got the chance? What if there was someone who saw you for who you are, not even caring that you don’t believe in love, because they could see themselves falling for you?” She offers that all to you, reserved but hopeful.

“I don’t know, Robin. I’ve never really thought about it. I guess I just have faith in my assumptions.” You shake your head, trying not to let her into it. You never intended to have a philosophical conversation. You just wanted to watch a movie.

Robin puts the video back on the shelf and then takes a step towards you. You are not sure why, but you also don’t question it.

“Just play devil’s advocate for a minute. What if you found out that your assumptions were wrong? Would that be enough to sway your opinion?” Robin seems well intentioned but you really aren’t sure why she is bothering. What does she get out of this? She is, however, starting to make you think no matter how hard you are trying to resist.

You ponder over what could persuade you to view love and romance differently. You eventually come to the conclusion that “I guess I would need some proof, like an experience that made it tangible for me. I guess it would take someone genuinely liking me, or kissing me and actually meaning it. Not just any person could convince me. It would have to be real and special.”

“So what you are telling me is that if someone genuinely wanted to kiss you, they should do it?” She’s got an air of curiosity.

“I wouldn’t want someone to kiss me that I couldn’t see myself with. But I guess if I let someone close enough to kiss me, why not? Neither of us would have anything to lose.” You tell her all this hoping to have satisfied her curiosity. You expect this to be the end of the conversation. There is no one else to turn to and it’s not like she is going to romance you. And she is definitely not going to kiss you.

That imaginary prospect sparks something in you though. You had never really thought that much about kissing anyone because kissing boys seemed like the only option. But the new found option of kissing a girl, that is intriguing. Your head begins to spin.

Robin takes another step towards you, leaving less than a foot of space between you. She reaches out her hand to brush a piece of hair off of your face.

“Is this close enough?” She asks with a smirk. Robin seems to be testing the waters, as if she were following the steps you have given her. But that’s ridiculous. Right? You are just letting yourself get carried away. She’s only gotten inside your head to prove her point. Right?

There is something about the way that Robin looks at you that causes a fluttery feeling in your stomach that you’ve never felt before. It reminds you of the way people describe their first crush or first kiss.

But now you are met with Robin’s pretty face, beautiful smile, and, now that you are looking deeply into them, alluring blue eyes. Something about Robin and this conversation has practically changed the chemistry of your brain and triggered a part of your imagination that you didn’t know existed. You can hardly believe it. But god is she endearing. You’ve quickly come to the conclusion that if it were with a girl, kissing was something you were interested in. Especially if that girl was Robin, who has taken the time to challenge your cynicism in a way that no one else ever cared enough to.

“I… I… um. Yes. I would say that’s, um, close enough.” You squeak out nervously. Your heart is racing from the attention that no one has ever given you before. You feel drawn to her like a magnet.

“So you are sure, you wouldn’t mind if I…” Robin begins but you cut her off, taking another step so you two have mere inches between you. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

Robin leans down towards you and you can feel her smile against your lips as she kisses you, as if she’s been waiting for this moment for a long time. At first you are both standing there a little awkwardly. But you just can’t seem to get enough of Robin. So you get as close to her as you can, your bodies pressed together, and you wrap your arms around her neck. She follows your lead and grabs your hips, clumsily at first but once her hands are settled in their position she tightens her grip. Robin was pulling you in as if she were trying to get closer despite the absence of space between you. Does she feel the same gravitational pull you feel towards her? The way that Robin holds you in place against her and insatiably kisses you starts a fire deep within you. You can tell that she really means it. She kisses you with an intention you didn’t know she had. You never imagined that another girl could make you feel this way.

You have no idea how much time had passed when you hear the door open. You and Robin quickly separate yourselves from one another and try to act casual. But you are unable to take your eyes off eachother or stop smiling.

“You know what Robin, I think I’ll take that movie,” you tell her nervously. Now that you have had this revelation about her she is making you nervous. Is this a crush? Is this more?

“Really?” She asks, sounding surprised and looking excited.

“I think you’ve started to convince me that romance is all that it’s cracked up to be.” She looks a little disappointed when you tell her that, “only started?”

You lean towards her and whisper in her ear with a smirk: “I think you should come over after work and watch this movie with me. You can finish proving your point.”

Robin’s jaw drops and her eyes go wide. She takes a moment to recollect herself.

“You will be a firm believer by the time I’m done with you.”

Thanks for reading, lmk what you think:)

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maladaptive-day-dreams · 1 year

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WLW Hotline

Robin Buckley x SW fem!reader, smut 18+, 2k words

I might've downloaded Quinn Audio Er0tica annnnd might’ve stumbled across a guided masturbation audio that made me think of Robin calling the WLW part of a phone sex line🥵it's about time I wrote and posted something so hereeeee ya go [alsoooo there's potential for a part 2 if the ppl want it so pls lemme know if you liked this and want a continuation!! ty!!]

Part 2 • Part 3

CW: reader knows it’s Robin but Robin doesn’t know it’s reader (idk what warning that would fall under but it’s a warning), guided masturbation, eager sub!Robin, mommy kink, nervous Robin but then she gets into it

Tags: @lightvixxen <3

You’ve been working at this phone sex operator for going on three months now. As one of the few out queer people in Hawkins, job hunting was hard until you convinced the boss here to open up a WLW hotline specific for fem bodied people, curious women, closeted women and other out queer women in town (if there were any).

Unfortunately, most of the people who called in to you were men trying to “fix” you or see what’s so special about your line. Every now and again—though it felt rare at this point—you’d get a woman or fem bodied person and your long nights would be worth it again. Plus you had some regular callers, none of whom would give you their real name of course (for privacy’s sake). For the regulars, you’d come up with a nickname to use on all their calls. Your favorite of them was Bunny. An older (like mid 40s), closeted queer woman who’s hubby is shit at making her cum so she calls you after he’s passed out naked in bed.

Another regular is Sweets, a trans man who hasn’t been in a relationship since he socially transitioned. He moved to Hawkins from Wisconsin so he could start over where no one knew his old self.

And recently, more young women (20s-30s) have been calling. Usually for one-and-done calls out of curiosity, but still every call meant a better paycheck. So when your coworker Patricia said there was a new girl on the line for you, you assume she’ll be another curious Cindy like the rest, until you hear her voice.

You pick up and start the call like usual. “Thanks for calling the WLW Hotline, how long of a session would you like tonight honey? Quarter, half or a full hour?”

“Um. Half please?”

Your heart dropped at the voice on the other side of the phone. It was Robin, one of the few out women in Hawkins. You would know her voice anywhere considering how close friends you’d been when you first moved here. But then the fall after she graduated (that past summer is when you met her) she made a move on the band girl she was crushing on and they dated for two years and you were forgotten. Only getting small smiles and head nods when you happened to see her in town. She wouldn’t know you were working here since you’ve not talked for a year and a half.

You know that it’s wrong but you’re the only WLW worker and there is a voice changing filter on your phones so she won’t know it’s you. Plus, you haven’t spoken in so long, and you probably won’t seeing as she’s with someone.

“Half it is. We don’t do names here so you can call me whatever or whoever you want to help you get there. As for my name for you, what would you like? Darling, love, honey, sugar, baby?”

“Oh, um I didn’t think about that. Uh,” Robin mumbles nervously. “I guess baby will work? Or whatever comes naturally for you?”

“Baby is the most natural, we can go with that,” you smile into the phone. “Before we start your time is there anything you want me to know going in to this session? A reason why you’re here, any kinks you want incorporated, anything off limits for dirty-talk?”

“Well, uh, my ex broke up with me about two months ago, and I haven’t been able to, um,” she pauses.

“Masturbate?”

She chokes back a laugh, “yeah. I haven’t been able to get there.” She says, emphasizing the last word.

“Would you like to role play or do you want a guided masturbation?”

“Guided?”

“Yes. Guided as in you follow my every direction and let me take control in making you feel good, but it’s your hands doing the work. Or you can imagine it’s someone else’s.”

There’s silence on the other side of the phone for a moment.

“I, um, I think guided masturbation, please.”

“Alrighty then, I’m gonna go ahead and start the time now if you’re ready?”

“Yeah,” she breathes out a heavy breath.

“Are you gonna listen to my every word, baby?” You ask in a sultry, dominating tone. “Gonna let me take care of you? Guide you since I can’t be there to help?”

She breathes heavy again, “yes.”

“Are you comfy where you are? Maybe in bed? Or on the couch?”

“I’m in bed, on top of the covers. I didn’t want to get in yet,” you can hear Robin’s nerves through the phone.

“Good, good. You’re comfortable then. Why don’t you lie all the way down, get situated. If you’ve got your pajamas on already why don’t you strip down for me, baby? All the way or you can leave your underwear on, whatever you’re comfortable with okay?”

You hear shuffling on the other side of the line and wait a few minutes until the movement stops.

“What do you have on?”

“Nothing, I’m, uh, naked.”

Fuck. This was going to be harder than you thought. You swore that your feelings for Robin were over shortly after she stopped talking to you once she got together with her now ex, but knowing she was naked in bed on the other side of this phone? The pit of your stomach was full of butterflies, you know this will be one of the few calls where you’re gonna end up with wet panties and a need for your vibrator when you get home.

“Good girl.”

“Fuck.”

“Oh you like that baby? Like it when I praise you like that? Being so obedient and doing as I say, you’re so good.”

“Yes mommy.”

Robin and a mommy kink, that will definitely be fuel for your own masturbation session after your shift.

“Why don’t you put the phone by your ear for me, ok? I want you to have both hands free for this.”

“Ok.”

“Good good, now I want you to run your fingertips from your shoulders, down your sides slowly, and then once you reach your hips, bring them up your stomach and above your tits.”

You wait a few minutes, listening to Robin’s heavy breathing through the phone.

“Did that feel good baby?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Good, now I want you to softly circle your tits with your fingertips and brush over your nipples ok? Play with your nipples for me baby. Let mommy hear what it does to you since I can’t be there.”

“Fuck, mommy it feels so good,” she moans, and it’s the most glorious thing you’ve ever heard.

“Good girl, now give your nipples a nice pinch for me.”

You know she does as you say because of the deep intake of breath you hear through the phone.

“You’re doing so good for me baby, listening and doing just as you’re told.”

“Mmph,” she whimpers.

“Want more?”

“Please,” she begs.

“What nice manners you have,” you sigh, panties growing wetter with every sweet whimper and moan Robin let’s out. “Go ahead and trail your hands down to your pussy.”

She huffs a sigh of relief.

“But don’t touch.”

She groans impatiently.

“Ah ah ah, do as I say or I won’t help you.”

“Sorry sorry, please.”

“That’s better. Trace your fingertips just at the top of your mound and down the inside of your thighs. Do that a few times.”

You pause and mute your end of the call so you can let out a shaky breath and change how your sitting so you can sit on your leg, putting pressure on your own throbbing center. Unmuting yourself, you ask, “all done baby?”

“Mhm,” Robin groans.

“Alright you wanna show mommy your pretty little cunt? Wanna let me hear how wet you are for me?”

She breathes out the softest yearning of a “yes.”

“Go ahead and point your knees out and spread ‘em for me so I can see your pretty pussy. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes mommy, I did it.”

“Good baby, now take one hand and trail it town your stomach to your mound ok? Now I want you to use your pointer and ring finger to softly go down your pussy lips and then once you get to the bottom, use those two to open up your lips for me, lemme hear how wet you are baby.”

And you actually do. A shuddering breath from Robin and the wettest, dirtiest of squelches to follow it.

“Fuck,” you drop the curse so quickly, grinding your own pussy on the leg tucked under you.

You hear Robin’s heavy breathing by the phone again, “did you hear?”

“Shit, yes baby I did. Did you put the phone by your pussy just so mommy could hear you touch your wet cunt?”

“Yes, isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Yes it is,” you smile at how eager to please Robin is when she’s horny. “So good at following directions, I think you should be rewarded.”

“Please,” she begs through a moan.

“Yeah? Wanna be rewarded for being such an good obedient girl? For making mommy so wet she wants to touch herself with you?”

Dear god, if you weren’t at work you’d be riding your own hand while tell Robin to ride hers.

“I think you deserve a reward, do you wanna cum? Want me to let you touch yourself until you come for me?”

“Mommy, yes, please,” she huffs.

“Ok baby, I want you to play with your pussy until you cum. That same hand that’s still on your wet cunt, I want you to use your finger and get some of that sweet wetness and bring it up to your clit, ok? Play with your clit for me.”

“Ok, do you wanna hear me play?”

You bite your lip to hold back a moan, wishing to high heaven that these phones were cordless so you could hide in the bathroom and touch yourself to the eager lil baby on the other side of the line.

“I don’t need to hear your wet pussy, I want to hear those pretty little sounds you make when you play. Don’t hide those sounds from me okay?”

“O-Okay,” Robin huffs as she plays with her clit. “Fuck it feels so good mommy, you make me feel so good.”

“Yeah? Want mommy to touch you when she gets home? Use her fingers on you?”

A whimper is the only response you get.

“Or would it be better if mommy used her mouth?”

That comment makes Robin moan “please” into the receiver and has you wishing this was real life and not what’s supposed to be an anonymous phone sex call.

“Yeah? How fast would you want me to fuck you with my tongue? Use your fingers, show me how fast.”

A breath hitch and fast, shuddering breathing lets you know that she’s started fingering herself. You can hear the faint wet noises of her fingers moving in and out of her cunt in the background of the call and you squeeze your legs together at the sound.

“C’mon baby, ride your fingers like you’d ride my face. Let me have it, gimmie all your cum baby.”

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum. Gonna cum,” she pants.

“Let go, cum for mommy.”

“‘m cumming, mmph. FUCK, YES Y/N fuck, oh fuck, fuck.”

Did you, did you hear that right? Robin came with your name on her lips?

There’s a small chuckle on the other end and then she says, “fuck, that was the first time I’ve cum in a while. Jesus, it was so hard too.”

You’re still processing that she was imagining you the whole time without knowing it was you.

“Are you still there? I wanted to say thanks before hanging up.”

You go back and forth with it but last minute decide to drop the voice filter to respond.

“Robin?”

The line is quiet.

“Y/N? Fuck, shit-“

And the line goes dead.

If she was ever going to talk to you again, she won’t now.

Shit.

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theemporium · 1 year

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Can I request 40 and 49 in the smut list for Robin? Desperate for some good Robin smut i’ve read it all

ahh thank you for the request! sorry its short but hopefully i can write some longer smut for robin!!🖤

40. “this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you”

49. “shut up and pin me down”

It was funny the situations that alcohol could get you into. Maybe spouting embarrassing comments in front of someone you didn’t mean to expose yourself to. Maybe doing something stupid that you’d never do whilst sober. Or maybe something as simple as being a clumsy mess that chips away at your dignity.

Alcohol just has a funny way of putting people in situations they usually wouldn’t find themselves in.

And for you, it happened to be underneath the girl that you had labelled your sworn enemy since the sixth grade.

Short tempers, misunderstood pubescent girls and a cattiness that could only be understood by girls in the sixth grade fuelled what only came to be years of mutual hatred. Snappy comments, bitter remarks and harsh glares shared through classrooms and corridors over the years.

And then came Chrissy Cunningham’s big senior year party.

It was inevitable to bump into each other considering the whole grade had shown up, and then some more. It was stupid, honestly. A little bump of the shoulder, spiked punch spilt over a white t-shirt and a whole load of anger that needed to be fuelled into something was shared between you.

“Fuck you, Buckley!”

“Cry me a river, dingus!”

You had shoved past her, returning the shove to the shoulder as you made your way towards the staircase, deciding it would be best to use the upstairs bathrooms instead of the ones being occupied by horny teens and vomiting party-goers on the ground floor.

But Robin was two cups of cheap beer in and she wasn’t done with you yet.

You only glared at her through the mirror as you pulled the shirt over your head with little care in the world, shoving it under the tap and spritzing the hand soap onto the fabric with little hope it would get the stain out.

“It’s your fault, you know,” Robin muttered as she leaned against the door, watching you with her nose scrunched up. “Who even wears a white t-shirt to a party.”

“Everyone,” you deadpanned. “Who even drinks that much when they are clearly a lightweight?”

Her eyes narrowed on you. “I am not a lightweight.”

“Sure, Buckley,” you retorted with a sweet smile that quickly dropped as you focused on your shirt once again. “Ugh, it’s not coming out!”

Robin snorted. “Karma well deserved, I would say.”

You turned on your heel. “Do you ever shut up?”

She stood straighter. “Do you ever stop being annoying?”

“That makes no sense.”

“You make no sense.”

“You are just so infuriating.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.”

“Just fucking kiss me already!”

You weren’t sure if it was the buzz of the alcohol or the adrenaline pumping through you, but somehow you had made it to some random bedroom. Robin’s hands were all over you, her tongue was licking every inch of your mouth and her whole fucking being overwhelmed you.

“You’re such a brat,” she muttered against your lips as your knees hit the back of the bed.

“Shut up and pin me down,” you grumbled back, something quite like pride blossoming in your chest when she had done just that.

Robin’s hands glided up your legs, making quick move of unbuttoning the jeans you were wearing and tugging them down your legs. She didn’t waste much time with your panties, they were off your body in the blink of an eye and her fingers were already gliding along your soaking lips.

“You’re already wet,” she murmured, eyes shining with an emotion that usually infuriated you. “Someone putting you in your place get you going, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

A sharp sting rippled against your inner thigh where she smacked you. “You’re gonna regret that.”

Because you had imagined Robin in many positions in your life, but her head between your thighs and your fingers tangled in her short hair was certainly not one of them.

“Please, please, please,” you cried out in a babbling mess, your hips squirming up to meet her tongue and your thighs squeezing around your head. “I-I just wanna come—”

“Do you think you deserve to come?” Robin cooed in a mocking tone, pulling her tongue away just before you could come…again.

You whined in discomfort. “Robin—”

“So pathetic,” she muttered as her thumb feathered over your swollen clit, laughing at the way your body convulsed underneath her touch.

“This isn’t what I had in mind when I yelled fuck you,” you breathed out, your hands reaching out to push her back between your legs but she only slapped your hands away.

“You’ll be yelling a lot tonight,” Robin said with something quite like mischief shining in her eyes. “Like I said, you’re a brat. You just need to be put in your place.”

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sofiiel · 9 months

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Date: water park with Robin:

She's having a hard time functioning with you in your swimwear. Smelling of gentle sunscreen and flavored chapstick. You often catch her just quietly biting her lip and not so slyly checking you out.

You just blatantly checking her out right back and her tossing you a wink before striking poses for you. Earning herself many heated kisses.

Robin in painstaking reminding you of all safety tips when it comes to water or slippery surfaces. "Those sandals don't have much tread on them, be careful." or she's reminding you to stay hydrated as you walk around under the sun.

She's got her arm over your shoulders while you wander about the park. Giving you cheek loving nuzzles.

🤭 playing chicken/camel fight in the pool! Either you're on her shoulders or she's on yours. It turns into a giant splash war and you two aim to win.

You find a quiet spot near the aquarium to gaze at the marine life. It's quiet and you're cuddled against her. Robin will draw you into a kiss, under the rippling reflection of sunlight through the water.

A curious sea creature swims up and starts trying to get your attention from the other side of the glass. You and robin play with it by turning in circles, which it mimics.

Buying a large shell and listening to the sounds of the ocean together.

At the aquatic petting zoo you two freak out about touching the sea cucumbers.

Playing footsie while cruising down the lazy river. She can't stop giggling. "Do you have to be so cute all the time?" she laughs. "That doesn't mean stop - just so you know."

She makes a small soft groan as you're rubbing more sunscreen onto her back, she's absolutely loving the slight massage and keeps asking for 2 more minutes.

Matching bracelets from the merch shop! But as you're browsing, Robin's wandered off. She returns to you and asks you to close your eyes. You do as she asks, and feel her clasping a necklace around your neck. She leaves a gentle kiss to your collarbone and tells you to open your eyes. A mirror in the shop reveals it's a necklace you'd eyeballed as soon as you walked in the store. But would have felt guilty purchasing for yourself.

On the rushing rapids ride, Robin has you sit on her lap in the small raft. Her arms hold you tight to stop you from falling as you brave the wild ride together. Her laughter echoes in your ears.

Having people take pictures of you two snuggled just in front of the artificial water fall.

Robin calling you her little mermaid, as she rests on the edge of the pool while you swim up to her. Playfully splashing water at her to help keep her cool.

You enjoy a relaxing lunch at the juice bar, you two munch on some refreshing fruit and share a vividly colorful slushie. The waiter brought you two cute heart shaped twisty straws that they had left over from Valentine's Day.

Laying on beach towels on a simulated beach, your curled up neck to Robin as she caresses your hip, and you both are nearly falling asleep after using up so much energy. Robin talks endlessly in hopes of keeping you both awake, but you find she's making everything twice as soothing by doing so.

Near the end of your day together, you two run into a fun couple and hang out with them. They offer to snap a bunch of pictures for you if you do the same for them and you agree. Running about the water park, taking as many as you can manage, with each of your cameras.

After heading home the next day, Robin surprises you with a scrapbook of all the photos and clippings of beachy or sea themed pictures, she spent all night working on. It's scatter with little inner thoughts she had about that date inside.

Little notes such as: "she took my breath away in the shimmer of the water" or "I will remember this for the rest of my life" or "her smile out matched the sun." and "It was so crowded, but all I saw was you."

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sammy-is-not-smiley · 2 years

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can you make an enemies to lovers with robin x reader <33

You're You

Robin Buckley X fem!reader

Summary: You think Robin hates you, and you're jealous of her being with Steve. Both of you with pent-up frustrations, an argument was bound to happen... But you never expected it to go like this.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings/tags: Super angsty, frustrated gays, short steamy make-out, no smut, use of (y/n), language

A/N: I hope this doesn't feel too all over the place lol thanks to my bestie @itsreallydumb for the enemies to lovers help. Bless u 😅 And thank you for the request anon!

The Hawkins home team lost, and while in their home football field nonetheless. Everyone was bummed out, especially after the whole marching band knocked it out of the park that night. It had surprised you how well you all managed to get your act together when prep had felt so chaotic. But you did, and the team losing had dampened the mood. So, in an effort to bring the mood up, everyone decided to go as a group to the new ice cream stand next to the park.

You changed clothes and carpooled with some friends, all of you buzzing with the adrenaline of the night. Before you knew it, you were standing in line for ice cream behind none other than Robin Buckley. Once you realized that, you prayed she wouldn't turn around and see you were the one behind her.

Yes, you were in the same band group, but she only ever threw you heavy glares when you met eyes. It always made you turn away. You would never admit it, but deep down she intimidated you, all with her dumb pretty eyes and stupid beaming smiles. The guy she was with, not so much. Steve was a dork, but you intended to keep your distance from him as well. They seemed happy together. The last thing you wanted was to cause tension in their relationship somehow. Sure, they never announced any relationship, but you got a certain vibe from them.

Pining felt like an understatement when it came to Robin. You never understood why she glared at you, but somehow you still found yourself falling for her. You loved her sense of style and she wasn't half bad at trumpet. You could pick out her laugh in a crowd, always giving you a boost when you heard it. You adored listening to her ramble on in class when she would present a project too. She seemed to do no wrong… except seem to hate you.

In the tiny town of Hawkins, it felt wrong looking at another girl in that way, especially one that didn't like you. But now in senior year of high school, the truth slowly wasn't feeling so wrong. That was until you saw her with Steve so often all of a sudden. Now it felt hopeless… and it made you more jealous than you thought you could get. Angry in fact. While the attraction was still undeniable, it was easier to let her ignore you if you told yourself you were mad at her.

You were pulled from your thoughts as Robin and Steve received their orders. With their leave, you stepped up to the window, tightening the flannel around your waist, and gave your order. Something in a small cup, nothing too big. You didn't want to oversleep the next morning due to sugar coma.

Once you paid and got your order, you began walking over to find the few people in band you got along with the most. Weaving through the small crowd around the stand, you searched until you spotted them over at a picnic table already. You picked up your pace. Out of nowhere, you were cut off by someone whirling around, catching you by surprise and slamming into your chest.

You immediately felt the cold ooze of freezing cold ice cream down your t-shirt and you stumbled back. Your eyes trailed up to see Robin standing just as flabbergasted as you, strawberry ice cream dripping even more so down her shirt. She had changed out of her band uniform and into a white blouse… Now with an added pink splotch right in the center.

Your hand came up in apology. "Oh god, I'm so sorry!"

Robin only grimaced down at her shirt. "Ah, it's uh… Fine," She leaned over and tossed her now empty and crushed ice cream cup into the trash. "Either of you have napkins on you?" She glanced back and forth between you and Steve, her hands pulling at the hem of her shirt.

You both shook your heads, yours much more frantic than Steve's. "They have some bathrooms around back though," You offered. "They probably have paper towels."

She simply nodded and began to stride to the back of the small ice cream stand. You glanced around, from your cup, to your slightly soiled shirt, and then to Steve. Without asking, you put your ice cream in his free hand and dashed to follow Robin. "Woah, hey, I don't-" He tried to argue, but you were gone before he could get any further.

As Robin walked in the bathroom you caught the door behind her, slipping in with her. The bathroom was a single room.

Paper towels ripped and the faucet turned on as Robin began to soak a wad of towels in water. She didn't look at you from the mirror, so you stood awkwardly by the door. What were you supposed to do now? What exactly had been your plan here?

You fumbled anxiously with your hands. "I'm sorry… again," You muttered. She still didn't look at you as she wiped and dabbed at her shirt. The spot looked to be getting bigger. "I can buy you another ice cream?" Once again, no response.

A wave of heat rose up from your gut and your brow came together in annoyance. Why was she ignoring you even now? You were trying to help her.

Eventually she growled and tossed the wet paper towels on the floor with a splat. "Why'd you have to ruin this for me too?" She snapped, aggressively getting more towels from the dispenser.

Your head snaked back in offense. "Too? Look, I've been nothing but nice to you, okay? The least you could do is cut me some slack here."

Robin stopped and looked at you, flames in her eyes. "Nothing but nice? Then why'd you write that note about me?"

You paused a moment, confused. "What note? When?"

"Earlier this year you wrote a dumb note to your buddy Erik about… Like about how I probably had a crusty crotch that smelled like fish?" Her face contorted into disdain as she wildly gestured fresh paper towels. "And now, even though it's completely false, Steve won't stop calling me tuna roll!"

Suddenly it hit you what exactly she was talking about. All the pent up anger at her was suddenly bubbling up out of you at an inappropriate time. "What were you doing looking through my notes? Erik was the only one that saw that and I saw him throw it away." You rolled your eyes. "Plus, that wasn't even about you Ms. The-World-Revolves-Around-Me." You mocked.

Robin barked out a laugh. "You literally used my name. R-O-B," She spelled out as if you were a preschooler.

"Uh, yeah, as in Robert," You smiled deviously. "Mr. Bowen doesn't like when we use his first name. It's an inside joke between me and Erik to call him Robert. I just shortened it that day."

She sighed and shook her head, turning to wet the new paper towels in the sink. "Whatever, I don't believe you."

"Okay, well I got one for you then," You took a step closer to her. "Why have you been such a jerk to me? What the hell else have I 'ruined'?"

She squeezed the extra water from the towels harder than necessary, not meeting your heated gaze in the mirror. "You just stare at me all the time and it makes me feel ways I shouldn't, not to mention you're better in band than me and Mrs. Walsh pays more attention to you and- You know what, no, this doesn't matter," She grumbled, dabbing at her shirt again.

"Uh, yes it does!" You exclaimed, trying to ignore how she said you made her feel. You decided not to read into it, stepping around the sink to face her. "If you have a problem with me, I need to know."

Robin tossed the paper towels into the sink impatiently and finally met your gaze. "My problem is that you're…. You!"

You shook your head, her answer not computing. However, you didn't say anything, distracted slightly by how she actually looked when riled up. Her hair was a little frizzy now and her cheeks were red but in the best way possible. The both of you held your heated stares.

You shook your head again, this time to snap yourself out of your trance. "The fuck does that mean?"

She took a step closer. "It means you're so goddamn distracting that I end up digging through the trash for your stuff!"

Your anger spiked in your chest and you leaned in, accidently looking down at her mouth for a moment too long. "Maybe you should mind your own damn business, Buckley."

She leaned in closer as well. "Maybe you should be less of a bitch."

"Make me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah-"

She grabbed hold of your jaw, pushing you against the rough brick behind you, and pressed her lips to yours. Your breath hitched, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't begging with your eyes for this to happen.

As your lips began to work in unison, you caught a hint of strawberry. Whether it was from the ice cream or her lip gloss, you couldn't tell. But the sweet taste and the feeling of her body on yours caused ripples to vibrate down to your core.

The room was warm and the anger you both manifested together made your breaths like steam on each other's faces. Just as you found yourself getting into a rhythm, Robin pulled away and you opened your eyes to meet her horrified expression.

Her mouth gaped and closed like a fish out of water. "Shit I-.... I didn't mean to…"

"It's okay, me too," You uttered before pulling her back in by her dirtied shirt. You picked up where you left off, finding your sinful rhythm on her lips once again. She moaned gratefully and her hands trailed up and pressed to the sides of your head in desperation. You returned the gesture and snaked your arms around her waist, pressing the small of her back closer to you. She let out a hot breath at this and immediately brought her knee to rest between your legs on the wall, leaning her full weight onto you.

You got lost in her deeper than you ever thought you would be able to and yet, it still wasn't close enough. With every movement on her lips you tried to push further into her. She did the same, trying to push herself into you as if you both could meld into one. Grabbing hold of her clothes, you pulled at her body, and as you did so her knee suddenly slid up to your crotch and ground into you.

You gasped at the sensation, pulling your face from hers, meeting the wall at the back of your head. She simply followed, smiling into your face as she continued to assault your mouth.

A sudden banging caused you both to jump out of your skin in each other's clutch.

"Hey Rob, everything okay?" Steve called from the other side of the door.

"Shit, boyfriend," You whispered mostly to yourself. You had gotten so engrossed in the moment you hadn't even thought of Steve.

Robin cocked her head at you with a cheeky half grin. "Yeah, all good!" She called back, voice husky, but not breaking her gaze on you.

"Alright, just checkin," He responded. You heard his footsteps fade as he walked off.

She turned her full attention back on you. "Did you say boyfriend?"

You rolled your eyes at yourself. You had done exactly what you didn't want to happen. "Yeah, I know you guys haven't announced anything but-"

Her laughter interrupted you and she leaned back to hold her stomach. "(y/n), no, no, no," She giggled, bringing a hand to her face. "Steve and I are completely platonic. He flirts with any other girl he sets his eyes on… And I honestly couldn't give a shit about it. We're not together like that."

"Oh…" You replied dumbfounded. "That's…. Good?"

She nodded ever so slightly. "Yeah. Good." The look in her eyes described exactly how you were feeling in your chest for her. They sparkled with newfound discovery and understanding of one another.

You looked down at her shirt and smiled. "I don't think that stain is coming out."

Robin took a step back and looked down at the stain. Without warning, she began to strip off her shirt. "Here, just give me the button up around your waist."

You stared wide eyed as she lifted it over her head and draped the shirt over the sink. She looked at you expectantly for you to hand her your flannel. However, you were frozen.

She smirked at your stare that fell on her chest clothed in a sports bra. "For fucks sake-" She leaned over and began untying your flannel, her fingers brushing slightly against a spot of your bare waist.

You averted your gaze, a blush returning to your cheeks. Shit, you really weren't going to be able to stop thinking about her after all this.

Robin slipped on your shirt, fumbling as she buttoned it up.

"So, uh…" You started, a thought occurring to you. "Why did you always… glare at me? If you're, ya know… If you feel like this…" You stumbled with your words, hoping she would understand what you were trying to say.

"Damn it, Steve told me they looked like dirty looks too." She looked up at you from the shirt. "I was trying to… be sexy I guess?" She shook her head dismissively.

Your mouth opened in surprise and you laughed a little too loud. "Sexy?" You giggled. "You looked like you wanted me dead!"

"Sorry about that," She laughed, "I'll have to work on that. Here wipe yourself off," She changed the subject and handed you the wet paper towels from the sink. Right, your own shirt was still a mess.

You kept stealing glances at her as you wiped and dabbed the stain, captivated by her working hands. You watched her try to fight a smile and she stepped in front of the mirror, rolling up the sleeves to the mid arm. "This look alright?" She asked, tucking the shirt into her jeans.

"Looks fantastic…" You breathed. You couldn't fight how much you loved seeing her in your clothes.

She smiled knowingly and grabbed your hand, stepping closer to you. "Your clothes are comfy. Now come on," She grabbed and tossed your paper towels into the trash. Her hand tugged yours with her, stepping back, "You owe me another ice cream."

Just as she pulled you away, you swiped her soiled shirt off the sink, intending to try and clean the stain out yourself at home.

"Still want strawberry?" You stumbled behind her.

"Hell yeah. I want to taste it on your mouth again."

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moonbcrry · 2 years

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Robin x reader where reader gets hurt in the upside down and Robin takes on the job of patching her up. Robin accidentally confesses her love for reader. Happy ending pls

okay but this is super sweet nonnie thank you for requesting!!!! also sorry for the super late reply :<

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴

cw: fem!reader, spoilers from season 4, mentions of blood and injuries, slightly angsty at the beginning (blame my dramatic ass), idiots in love as a hattie usual, eddie my sweetheart <3

a/n: thank you so much to @my-my-only-angel for proofreading and being unhinged about maya hawke, @mirclealignr being supportive through my writing process <3

wc: 600-ish

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“there you go,” robin breathes, gently settling your back to the rocks. “we’re safe here.”

you swallow hard, the tang smell of blood on your drenched t-shirt makes your head dizzy, the murky air around gets harder to breathe and the voice of the horrifying creatures around adds more to your anxiousness. “we’re not,” your eyes flutter close as a tear escapes to your sweaty cheeks, “not while we’re stuck in here.”

robin lifts your shirt, being careful to not to hurt you while taking it off. you see how her face scrunches at the sight. her face mirrors how bad it is, even though she tries her best to hide it. “you should leave me behind,” you breathe out, shaking as the cold hits your exposed skin covered in blood. “ i’ll slow you guys down.”

you knew from the moment you jumped to the water right after robin that this wasn’t a good idea. you knew you couldn’t live with the guilt of letting her behind. she was your closest friend, you couldn’t just let her jump to the death. not without you. now you can not let yourself be a burden to her.

“nonsense!” her voice quakes as she starts to wrap a piece of clothing around your torso. you hiss, another teardrop rolling down your cheek. robin panics.“ you’re not slowing us - and - and - and i’m not going to let the girl of my dreams become dinner for those bat-monster things.”

suddenly you forget about the unbearable pain you’re dealing with. you forget about you’re trapped in the upside down, probably will be dead in a few hours. cheeks heat up, her words echoing in your mind on repeat. the girl of my dreams.

“your what?”

she looks at you startled, doesn’t expecting you to hear that. mumbles something under her breath, and her hands and mouth starts to work faster than her brain, just how she says all the time. “i - i just - i meant that - i dream of all of us, steve, eddie, nancy, you, me, kids? getting out of this shit hole and living the rest of our lives happily - as friends of course. though i’m not sure about nancy and steve’s situation, i mean she’s got a boyfriend but they seem -”

you call her name, hands placing above hers. you admire her features a bit, freckles on her bumpy nose, squishy cheeks you always love to pinch when you’re annoying her now painted in crimson red, big, blue orbs batting at you under her lashes. she takes your breath away.

“yeah?”

“that -” you clear your throat, looking away immediately with embarrassment. “sounds like a great dream.”

“yeah?” she wears an idiotic smile.

“yeah.” you mime, bashfully.

eddie throws a death glare towards you. “can you two continue your - flirting or whatever the hell is going on here, when we’re out here alive, okay!” steve making a moment to hush him, only to get hushed by eddie. “am i the only one who cares about surviving here?”

after offering you her own jacket, robin makes a move to get up. but you’re quick to pull her down and place an almost unnoticeable kiss to her cherry lips. you smile at her stunned state while getting up with a struggle. your face wrinkles with pain but fails to hide the big stupid smile. you whisper down at her when her fingers press where your lips were a moment ago. “i mean we’re at the skull rock, right?”

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ddejavvu · 5 months

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m.list - robin buckley

blurbs:

robin is too shy to ask you out

robin wears the crafts you make her

robin and steve take turns with you | 2

robin and steve steal your clothes

you and robin scare steve

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bagsofboness · 11 months

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You'd always hated peeling oranges.

The way you'd dig your nails into it, leaving you with bits and pieces of the peel stuck under them, having to go back and pick at your nails to get them out until you could clean them properly.

And your hand were left feeling sticky, coupled with the strong citrus smell sticking to you for what felt like hours regardless of how well you washed your hands.

Still, the orange with your lunch was your favorite part of the day.

It started one of the first few times you had lunch with Robin.

It was your band directors idea for the two of you to be friends, suggesting that instead of taking turns gossiping and such in his office, you could just hang out with each other. He'd given you the final push one day near the end of the period while you were chatting in his office.

"You see that girl out there near the piano? That's Robin, go introduce yourself, be friendly."

You were hesitant but did it, quietly introducing yourself and asking to sit with Robin, who quickly nodded and made room for you. You ended up talking for the rest of the period, agreeing to have lunch together the next day.

You two met up in the band room and walked to the cafeteria together and when you finally got to the front of the lunch line Robin paused your conversation to ask if you wanted the last orange in the basket.

"No you can have it, I don't like peeling them."

She rolled her eyes at you and told you that she would peel it and if you liked oranges you could share, which you ended up doing.

That quickly became your routine: meeting in the band room, going to the cafeteria together, before returning to the band room for the rest of lunch. The pair of you always sat on the floor near the last row of chairs with your things strewn out around you, Robin's trumpet case on the chair next to her - despite how many times your director told her to keep it on the floor - and both your book bags on the floor next to you.

And everyday you would pick up an orange with your lunch and hand it to robin when you two settled in. She would chuckle at you but take it and peel it before pulling it in half and giving it to you.

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marie-swriting · 8 months

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More Time With You - Robin Buckley

Stranger Things Masterlist

Speak Now TV Masterlist

Summary : You meet Robin at a party.

Warnings : party, fluff, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 2.3K

French version

Song inspiration : Enchanted (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

A knot in her stomach, Robin enters Steve’s house where the music is already in full swing. She passes by a few teenagers, including some couples who are kissing - or eating each other’s face would be more accurate. Robin tries not to pay attention to it and looks for her friend. When she finds him, she calls his name. Steve turns around and gives her a smile.

“You came ! You’ll see, you’re going to have fun.”

“I’m not so sure about it. I don’t know a lot of people here.” she contradicts nervously.

“That’s exactly why you need to meet them ! You’re staying here the night and I'll bring you home tomorrow ?”

“No, my dad comes to pick me up at midnight.”

“Seriously ?” Steve asks, rolling his eyes.

“Look, it was the condition for me to come to your party ! Be happy I’m here, I could have not insisted when they told me ‘no’ the first time.”

“Try to enjoy as much of it, then.”

“Yeah, I don’t really know.”

“It’ll be alright, Robs.” he reassures her, putting a hand on his shoulder. “And if it becomes too much, you can always come find me or go in my bedroom.”

“And find a couple almost naked, if not worse ? Hell no !” Robin exclaims, shaking her head.

“I closed my room and my parent’s. The key is in the drawer of the table in the corridor.” Steve whispers in Robin’s ear.

“What a hiding spot !” she laughs.

“You can criticise all you want but people are too drunk to think about it. I need to check if there are still enough drinks, go on the dancefloor, have fun !”

‘Have fun’.

Robin keeps saying these words in her head as she gazes at the teenagers from the corner of the room. Despite the lively music, she doesn’t dare to set a foot on the improvised dance floor in Steve’s living room. She doesn’t want to appear like the girl who doesn’t have any friends by dancing alone. She’s already feeling too out of place. It’s better for her to be forgotten by the others than drawing attention to herself.

Robin tries to search for Steve and she finds him close to a girl from school, so she prefers to leave him alone. Not wanting to stay static, Robin goes to pour herself a drink and snacks a bit. When there are more people joining her to fill themselves up, Robin decides to leave, her drink still in hand. This time, she doesn’t stop in the living room and goes outside. She was hoping for some calm, though the people jumping in the pool make her realise she needs to go somewhere else. Robin sighs and ends up going to Steve’s room after retrieving the key.

Robin takes a look at his friend’s room, discovering some posters and school stuff on his desk. Music muffled by the closed door, Robin lays on the bed and enjoys the calm.

Robin stays on the bed, drinking her glass slowly until she hears somebody knocking on the door. She doesn’t have the time to respond as the person partially opens the door and brings their head near the crack without looking inside.

“Please, tell me you’re not naked.” you say with your eyes closed.

“Huh, I’m dressed.” Robin informs as she sits back, confused.

“And the other person ?”

“There’s only me.”

“Really ?” you exclaim before entering the room. “Oh, thank God ! I was afraid a couple found Steve’s infallible hiding spot or that he told someone else where the key was.”

At first, Robin stays quiet when she sees you. She doesn’t consider herself dramatic when she thinks you are the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen. Quickly, Robin puts her hair right back - she has messy hair because of the pillow.

“Sorry, I didn’t know someone else wanted to come here.” she apologises, talking fast. “Steve told me I could come here if I needed to. I didn’t mean to-”

“Hey, it’s okay.” you cut her with a smile. “If Steve told you you could come it means he trusts you. Do you mind me joining you ? I’d like to have some time away from the others for a bit.” you explain, scratching your neck.

“Yes, sure, you can stay. I’m not gonna forbid you to stay here.”

You close the door behind you and sit next to Robin. You stare at her quickly, trying to determine if you know her. Robin is uncomfortable, feeling like she’s under a microscope. A million scenarios are going through her head where she thinks that despite your nice appearance, you’re about to throw her out of the room. As soon as you finish analysing her, you smile at her.

“I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“I’m Robin.”

“Robin Buckley ? You’re the one who is working with Steve at Ahoy Scoops ? I mean, was working with.” you ask her, enthusiastic.

“Yes, it’s me. I’m still working with him by the way. We’re going to start a new job at Family Video in two days.” she informs you with red cheeks.

“That’s what he told me. I’m glad to finally meet you. Steve didn’t stop talking about you. You gave him some humbling lessons, he needed it.” you laugh before holding your hand to her. “I’m Y/N.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you at school before and I feel like you’ve known Steve for a long time so it’s weird. You must be part of the popular.”

“Far from it.” you exclaim with wide open eyes. “I’m not from here, actually. Long story short, my grandma is his neighbour and I come visit her for a month during summer. Steve has been my best friend since we were kids. It’s also the reason why I’m always hiding here during his parties, I don’t know anyone.”

“Me neither.”

“You’re in the school marching band, right ?” you question, interested.

“Yes, I play the trumpet. It’s not exactly popular but I like it.”

“It’s so cool ! Could you play me something one day ?”

“If you want to. Do you have a song in mind ?”

“Your favourite.”

Robin doesn’t really know if your request is serious or if you just want to be polite yet she’s already figuring out which music she could play for you. She hopes she’ll be able to do it in a few days, wanting to impress you.

“What about you ? If you’re not popular then, what do you do ?”

“Theater. Like you, I like it even if it’s overlooked.”

“I’d love to see you act one day.” Robin admits, avoiding your gaze.

“Well, we’ll have to plan this.” you say, putting your hand on hers.

You’re looking into each other’s eyes for a few seconds. Robin is about to talk when the first notes of Whitney Houston’s Saving All My Love For You start. You speak before she can utter a single word.

“Oh ! This is my favourite song ! Would you like to dance with me ?” you ask her after standing up, your hand still in hers.

“I don’t really know how to dance.” Robin refuses, wincing.

“I’ll show you, it’s easy !”

You give Robin your other hand. With a smile on her face, she takes it and stands up. You bring her closer to you and put her hands on her shoulders. You put hers on your waist. You smile at her, hoping to calm her nerves. You show her the first steps, then you dance softly.

Robin steps on your toes several times though you reassure her, saying she’s doing well for a first time.

While the song keeps going, you admire her features, her blues eyes, her freckles and finally, her beautiful lightly curled hair. Robin tries to do the same but your eyes on her are making her more stressed so she stares away. At one point, you spin her around. Surprised, Robin is about to fall when you hold her back just in time. You laugh before slow dancing again, your faces only a few inches apart.

When the song is over, you stay for a second in each other’s arms before breaking the embrace.

“You’re a good dance partner.” you state, putting a piece of hair behind her ear.

“I think your feet might disagree with you.” Robin laughs.

“Maybe, but it’s a good thing. We have to keep dancing until they change their minds.”

You take a step back from Robin and go open the window, letting the fresh air of the night in. Robin comes next to you, leaning against the window sill. Below, you can see some of Steve’s drunk friends laughing, dancing or swimming in the pool.

Under the starry sky, you enjoy each other’s presence and get to know each other a bit better. The conversations flow naturally without an awkward silence. You feel like you’ve known one another your whole life. It’s officially the first Steve’s party you’re going to where you’re having that much fun and all of this thanks to Robin.

After spending quite some time talking, you need to use the bathroom so you excuse yourself before leaving the room. Robin feels her smile growing bigger whilst she realises this night is going better than she could have ever imagined. Sure, she hasn’t socialised with the people from her school, she’s isolated herself but she met you and she instantly liked your character. She only wishes for one thing : to keep talking to you. She thinks about other questions she could ask you when Steve appears.

“Hey, Robin ! Your dad is here.”

“Oh, can you tell him I’ll be there in five minutes ?” Robin asks, hoping to see you one last time before leaving.

“He seems a bit in a rush. And it took me at least ten minutes to find you so you should hurry.”

Robin weighs the pro and con for a few seconds before accepting, knowing her father can be impatient.

“Alright, fine. I’m going. See you Steve.”

As she leaves the room, Robin hopes she’ll find you on her way out yet, when she walks out of the house door, she has to accept the fact she has to leave without saying goodbye. Robin promises herself to talk to you again to, at least, apologise to you for leaving so soon. She doesn’t want you to think this night didn’t mean anything for her.

In her father’s car, Robin stares through the window at the landscape whilst she thinks back about the night. In spite of herself, she blushes as your slow dance plays in her mind. She loved your proximity, even if anxiety was eating her alive. On the way home, she only has you in her mind, wondering if you felt the same thing she did. She wonders if you know how glad she was to meet you. She can’t help but let her imagination wander and hope she has more time with you. After all, she has to show you her musical talent and you, your acting skills.

That night, it took some time for Robin to fall asleep, because of the way you overtook her thoughts. She even started to search for a song to play for you. She doesn’t know how long you’re staying at Hawkins but she hopes she has a few days left. She needs to see you again, no matter when. Maybe she has too much hope for you. She wishes for this night to be the beginning of something, not something that already has an end. Although, who can assure her you felt the same way she did ? Maybe you’re already in love with someone else ? She wishes with all of her heart you don’t have somebody waiting on you. Her hopes might be vain but she can’t help it ; this night was unique. It means something for Robin so it could mean something for you, too.

When Robin meets Steve again two days later at Family Video, she knows she has to ask him about you. You haven’t left her thoughts and only Steve can give her all the information she needs. Though, she doesn't want to let her friend know you’ve caught her eyes so she has to be discreet about it. That’s why she waits for Steve to give her the perfect opportunity which he does a few hours later :

“So, did you enjoy my party ?”

“Surprisingly, yes ! I spent the night with your friend Y/N. She’s nice.” Robin affirms, trying to hide her idiotic smile.

“Yeah, she’s amazing.”

“Is she still here ? She wanted us to do some stuff, I don’t know if she told you.” she states casually.

“She left today actually.”

“Oh, I was hoping I’d see her again.” she mutters, hiding her disappointment.

“Don’t worry, she comes back here often to see her grandma.” Steve reassures her before putting his hand in his jean’s pocket. “By the way, while I’m thinking about it, she asked me to give you that.” he informs, showing her a piece of paper folded in two with her name on it.

With eagerness, Robin takes it from Steve’s hand and puts it in her pocket. She takes a box full of VHS next to her and tells Steve she’s going to put them back on the shelves.

The second Robin is hidden in the horror section, she puts the box down and opens the notes you wrote where she finds your address and your phone number. Her smiles goes from ear to ear when she sees the words you added at the end :

“I hope you didn't forget you owe me a song and me a play so let’s keep in touch.

This night was flawless, I was enchanted to meet you.

Y/N.”

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bettyfrommars · 10 months

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So Gone // Robin Buckley x bi!fem!Reader

from the I'm on Fire au

18+Only, no minors pls, smut (but also very fluffy), wlw, fingering, scissoring, oral, new love, mention of typical 90's homophobia. Word count: 1.3k

I've done several side one shots for biker!Steve, and this one for Robin has been brewing for a while. Robin is around 30, and so is Reader. Parts of who she is in the series are mentioned but this can easily be enjoyed as a standalone. It's the late nineties. If you are following the series, Katie could also be an insert for Reader.

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You were about to go home, but Robin told you to stay. If she’d asked, you might have been able to decline, but she flat out said: “You’re not going anywhere,” and then she brought her hand up and held your cheek, sliding her thumb along your mouth with purpose. “Please be here when I get back.”

It was time to put Oliver to bed; the five year old boy who was biologically Steve’s, Robin had helped raise him since he was a born. You’d come by to pick up the jacket you left there at the barbeque the other night, and then she’d offered you a beer, and now you were wandering around while she read her son a bedtime story in the other room. Steve was at the Velvet Hammer working his side job gig as a bouncer, and the house was dark, but for a kitchen light and an episode of Northern Exposure on the Zenith TV.

You should go, that is what your internal voice told you. What would your parents think? What would your grandmother think? My god, you were almost 30, and you physically shook your arms out trying to rid yourself of the intrusive thoughts. You’d explored your feelings for women before, but always in secret.

Robin was different—she knew what she wanted, and she was open and confident about her sexuality in a way that made you envious. In a way that made you want her even more.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, maybe 20 minutes, and you saw her step out into the hall and shut the door to Oliver’s bedroom so softly, adding a hand slice across the throat to let you know that he was out cold.

You put your empty beer bottle on the coffee table and stuffed your hands in your front pockets as she came over. You could tell she was happy that you’d stayed; the way she smiled and chewed at her bottom lip at the same time betrayed her calm walk.

You hitched a breath as she closed in and placed her hands on your hips. “Is this okay?” She breathed, carefully taking in the shift of your eyes and the movement of your lips to decipher your sighs.

You took your hands out of your pockets and slid them up her forearms. “It’s more than okay,” you answered, bringing your forehead to rest on hers. Noses met and slid along each other, and then lips grazed. They were lips that Robin had been dreaming about for years, ever since she first met you. There were tongues touching next, just the tips through parted lips, silent begs trembling on each inhale.

Cautious hands found their way along curves until shirts came off to share that aching moment of skin on skin there in the dark corner of the living room. “Come,” Robin whispered, taking your hand. You clutched your shirt to your chest and you both skittered down the hallway like two teenagers sneaking in after curfew until you were behind her closed bedroom door.

There was a candle lit in Robin’s bedroom, and blue moonlight through the curtain as she pulled down the cup of your bra to let her mouth find your nipple there. You whimpered, sending your fingers into her hair and kissing her head, smelling her coconut shampoo as her tongue swirled. Her other hand was busy at the buttons of your jeans, pulling them apart to seek the warm wet signals you were sending her.

She lifted her head to kiss your mouth while her fingers found the slick neediness between your legs, and all you could think was…Fuck, you were so gone.

You snapped the front of her bra open so that you could dip your head and taste her there too, plucking at one nipple while you sucked the other and Robin gasped, “Fuck, I want you so bad,” and the rest of the clothing came off in a frenzy of inside out denim and underwear that got slightly ripped in the jaws of urgency.

Being with her like that, tangled naked limbs on the bed, you’d never felt so safe or seen. Your fingers found her slick wet present for you, moaning for you as your fingers slipped in. It was the way she muttered your name that sent you into orbit; the way you knew that her state of arousal was all for you and she wanted this just as bad.

“I want us to be…real,” Robin breathed. You kissed her throat and stroked lazily around her bundle of nerves, savoring her mounting pleasure.

You found her eyes then, with a swallow. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

She moved on top of you, rocking her core against yours as you kissed, both enjoying the friction, tongues meeting before lips, hard nipple dragging against each other. “I’m going to make you mine forever,” she said with a bit of a laugh, but then she was sinking down to taste your sweet spot. Eyes watching you bend back as her greedy tongue sank in, teasing up along your slit, curling in for kitten licks at the right spot. You combed your fingers through her hair and cursed, feeling threatened by the swell of your desire.

“You’re going to make me…cum like that,” you whimpered, lifting your head to watch her, biting your lip.

“Mhmmm,” Robin responded. She was sucking in and rolling her tongue deep just as two fingers buried inside of you, twisting and curling, making you choke and squirm.

“Babybabybaby, just like…just like that,” you coaxed, already on the verge, and your hand made a reflexive fist in her hair.

Between your legs, Robin smiled as she worked you into oblivion: you’d never called her “baby” before, and now her heart was in her throat, her own desire actively dripping down her inner thigh. Your pelvis tilted up to meet her, to beg for her fingers deeper, and she obliged on a soft, needful groan.

Without a warning, you reached the crescendo with a whine that was louder than you meant for it to be, a wild bark to announce that you were about to unravel in her mouth. Her fingers stilled and so did you, head back and throat exposed, “cummingcumming!”

A whip inside of you cracked as a velvet sea took you adrift, and you exploded around her fingers. Limbs trembling, heel slipping on the bed, fireworks crackling behind your eyes. She continued as you rode the wave, only stopping when your hips relaxed and your swollen nub became too tender.

You’d never cum so hard in your entire life.

Then you were pulling at her arms, needing her closer, begging for her lips on yours so that you could taste what she had done to you. You bent your knee and brought your leg up to meet the wet heat of her longing, and she bucked against you for the friction as you drank your spend from her chin.

You were holding her neck to kiss her deeper when she pulled away to rest her forehead on yours. “I don’t want things to change when this is over,” she swallowed. “I want you to be mine out in the real world, too.”

She lifted her eyes to yours, hopeful and scared, waiting for you to say something like, “I’m not sure how that would work…”

“I want that too,” you told her, sincerely, butterflies bursting from the windowless caves in your heart.

You could feel her quivering with longing and uncertainty when she kissed you. “But what about your family? I know this isn’t what they’d want for you, and I want you to be happy. I don’t want to cause any—”

“Baby, shhhh,” you sank two of your fingers inside of her and she moaned into your mouth. “Honestly? They can all go to hell.”

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luveline · 2 years

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Could you write some robin x reader fluff 💖 I don't really have a plot idea just soft idiot robin

first time writing robin !! thank you for your request this is very soft so i hope it suits <3

"That one's Orion," Robin tells you quietly as the back of her hand brushes yours.

Alone with her in the dark, there's no secrets.

"How do you know?" you whisper, lolling your head to the side to take in her pretty face where she lays next to you in the grass.

Robin knows everything and this is no different. You watch her lips part, her words quick and sweet as her brain works faster than her mouth. She's halfway through her explanation before you remember to look up.

"See how there's three that are super bright? Those are the Three Sisters. Alnitak, Alnilam and Mintaka. They make up his belt." Her hair brushes tickles you as she points them out to you, the tip of her finger kissing the very last. "That's Mintaka. She's technically a star-system; a double star."

"A double star?" you murmur.

"Right." The way she says it makes you want to kiss her, how she's encouraging though all you've done is repeat her.

"What does that mean, Robs? Like an egg with two yolks?"

The thread bracelets around her wrist slide over your arm as she shifts, looking at you with fondness. Fondness mixed with something else – something big.

"No," she says, her bottom lip curling in just slightly with the force of her smile. Time feels sticky slow. "No, not like a double yoke."

You can't help beaming too, her happiness infectious.

She hikes up on one elbow, stroking the skin above your eyebrow with the pad of her index finger carefully until she reaches the end of its tail. "It's two stars orbiting each other."

"Each other," you murmur.

"Mm-hmm," she says. The lilting cadence of her voice is intoxicating. "Just the two of them. Eighty thousand times brighter than the sun."

"I like that better than a double yoke," you say decidedly.

You can tell from the look on her face that Robin's going to kiss you. Rather than let her, despite everything in you wanting to be kissed, you push up and hover over her, the two of you giggling under your breath as she lays down flat again.

You rest your hand in the space over her shoulder to lock her in.

You lean down. You can see the moment she starts holding her breath, pressing your free hand into the space between her breasts and waiting for her chest to lift, and only then do you press your lips to hers. The barest of touches, so lightly that you're not sure if it's an imagined contiguity or the real thing.

"How do you know everything?" you ask.

Her lips part. You steal her breaths.

"I don't know anything," she says, her eyes fluttering open and boring into yours. She brings her hand to your face.

"You do. My smart girl." You tap her nose with yours, waiting for a babble of self-diminishing chatter that doesn't come.

"I know one thing," she concedes.

"Just the one?"

"Yeah."

Your eyes are closed, rubbing your nose into the pert point of hers, back and forth, waiting for her to tell you what it is that she knows. You kiss her, a true kiss, lips against lips. It's sweet and small – you want to know what she has to say.

She seems to understand that you're waiting.

"You're so pretty. I- I'm so happy you're with me."

Your chest fills with the heat of the sun. Two suns, two stars, chasing each other in circles two thousand light years away and underneath your hand, Robin's heart a skipping pulse to mirror your own.

"That's two things," you chide fondly.

"Want a third?" she asks.

You follow up her high cheekbone and tuck silky strands of hair behind her lovely ears.

"Is it that I'm a great kisser?" you ask, and kiss her.

Patience has never been a virtue you possess, especially with her lying under your hand, pliant and pretty as a peony.

She laughs into the kiss, a giddy giggle. You understand the feeling. You're quick to deepen your kissing and Robin responds in turn, lips searching for yours, her head lifting from the blanket.

You break away to take a breather and Robin does the same and the two of you pant and grin like idiots. You press your head to her chest as you do, only intending to take a small break.

Her arms wrap around your head to pull you in. You can't begrudge her.

"What's the third thing?" you ask the rigid triangle of her sternum.

She cups your cheek, fingers bent and braced against your temples, palm squeezing the dough of your cheek. "Besides your immaculate kisses?" She wrinkles her nose at you, lips upturned. "I love you."

You're grinning into her skin as you say, "You're not smart for that, I already knew."

"Uh-huh."

"I love you, too."

Robin's hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you close though you couldn't be closer. "You were right. I do know everything."

The night sky speckled with a hundred thousand stars, brilliant crushed pearls blanketed in a velveteen ebony, and still you ignore it all for the chance to press your face into Robin's chest.

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lily-fics-11 · 2 months

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Robin’s Jacket

Inspired by a combination of prompts from @novelbear and @creativepromtsforwriting

*not beta read

cw: teen+

(This is my first attempt at writing something a little spicy so let me know what you think)

You turn off you car after pulling into Robin’s driveway. You were planning on sitting and waiting for her, but you see her open her window and it looks like she is saying something. You can’t hear her from inside your car so you open the door and get out.

“Come upstairs, I need your help with something. The door is open!” She calls out to you. “I’ll be right up!” You call back.

When you enter her house no one greets you like her parents normally do so she must be home alone.

A wave of nerves crashes over you. The two of you haven’t been alone since everything changed last week.

You and Robin like to hang out at the park and listen to music most Saturdays during the day before meeting up with the rest of your friends in the evening. But it was raining last week so you had to switch up your plans. The two of you had gone back and forth on what to do and you settled on going to the mall. You needed a new pair of Vans anyways.

The mall is always crowded on the weekend, making it difficult to navigate through the throngs of people. When it came time to cross through the food court it was overrun with mall goers. Robin tends to get lost and distracted in crowds so you figured you would take her hand and drag her through to keep her on course. “Follow me,” You tell her and you lace your fingers through hers. When your skin made contact with Robin’s you felt what you could only describe as a shock of electricity surge through you. You know she felt it too by the way your eyes met, searching for a way to understand the feeling that the connection gave you. You held each other’s gaze for a moment but you panicked and turned away, repeating your instruction for her to follow you.

Ever since that moment thoughts of Robin have filled your head. “What is this feeling?” You asked yourself. “What does this mean?” After thinking things over you realized that a crush on Robin had hit you like a tidal wave. Robin was your best friend, the person you felt closest to in the world. But she is also beautiful like nobody’s business. And now that you are thinking about it, she checks off every item on your list of what you want in a partner.

As you climb the stairs all of the interactions you’ve had with Robin over the last week flicker through your mind. After the mall that night Robin had accidentally hip checked Nancy trying to get a spot next to you on the couch. Where everyone sits at your lunch table never stays the same, but in the last week you have found yourself next to Robin every day. No matter what room the two of you were in your bodies are always angled towards eachother. You have made more eye contact with Robin in the past week than you ever have before. You haven’t talked about it, but the two of you have been communicating without words and you didn’t even realize it until now.

You take a deep breath and try to settle your thoughts as you pass through the doorway. You are met with Robin beaming at you. You are sure you are smiling back at her just as brightly.

Robin is sitting on her bed, legs crossed, surrounded by school stuff. “Can you check and see if I did this problem right?” She asks. “I want to make sure I know what I’m doing before the test this week.”

Robin was always asking you to check her work. Not because you were smarter than her. She was smarter than you, if anything, but she is always doubting herself.

“Of course, anything for you.” The last part just kind of slips out, you hadn’t meant to say it even though you were thinking it. You immediately focus your gaze on the notebook in Robins hand.

You join Robin on her bed, nerves blazing as you are forced to sit very close to her by the stuff all over the place. You lean over trying to get a better look at the page. Both your knee and your shoulder touch hers. You don’t fight it though, you settle in, yearning to get as close to her as you can.

You reach towards the notebook to take it from her but you are so distracted that instead of grabbing the notebook you grab Robin’s hand. You both look at each other, eyes wide, then back to the notebook. You notice that she doesn’t pull away so you decide to test your luck. You pull the notebook towards you but leave your hand on top of hers. It takes you longer to look over the problem than it should. Partially because you are distracted, partially because you are reveling in the moment of intimacy.

As you look over the problem Robin starts to ramble. “I’ve done this problem 3 times already and I got the same answer every time. But the teacher specifically said that there would be a problem like this one on the test so I have to make sure it’s perfect. I’m sure it’s fine but I just need confirmation that I’m doing this right, ya know? I wouldn’t want to risk my grade. I really appreciate you checking it over for me Y/N, you are the best.” She hesitates for a moment but Robin starts to go on about how even though she got an A on the last test and all of the homework she could still fail the next test and then she would never get into college. Robin cuts herself off when you look back at her after you finished scanning over her work.

“You,” you begin and stop dead in your tracks, “it” you correct yourself, “looks good.”

You are failing to hide how you feel behind your words and your body betrays you in the way that it is magnetically attracted to Robin’s.

You are embarrassed by the slip of your tongue. Your face is burning red as you quickly scramble off Robin’s bed, leaving her there in shock.

“Are you ready to go?” You ask, desperate to divert attention away from what just happened.

Robin stares at you for a moment before snapping out of it. She quickly puts down the notebook and gets up. She pulls a jacket off her desk chair and throws it on. She starts to walk towards you but then stops.

“What are you wearing?” Robin questions.

You look down at your outfit and assume she is referring to your ripped jeans.

You begin to defend your fashion choice, explaining “I know they aren’t nice or anything but we aren’t going anywhere fancy.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “I’m talking about your short sleeved shirt! It’s cold out, Y/N, you need to wear a jacket!”

You sigh. “I don’t have one with me and I’m not going to go all the way back to my house to get one.”

“We are going to be outside and I’m not going to let you freeze your ass off. You are going to wear one of my jackets.”

Before you can protest she is going through her closet and pulling out a denim jacket. She holds the jacket open in front of her and you realize she is going to help you put it on.

God, you are practically screaming on the inside. Not only will you be wearing Robin’s jacket, she is going to put it on you. You’ve been longing for this kind of intimacy all week, but it scares you too. You timidly approach her and the jacket and turn so that you can slip your arms into the sleeves. Robin brushes your hair to the side so that she can settle the jacket over your shoulders. Her fingers brush your neck, practically setting your skin on fire. She smooths down the collar. You let yourself have a moment to take in Robin’s scent. It’s not only carried by her jacket but she is close enough that it’s all around you.

You turn around to say “let’s go”, taking a few steps while walking backwards.

“Wait,” Robin instructs you so you stop moving and let her approach you. Robin is standing close to you when she starts to button the jacket. She starts from the bottom button and works her way up. But she never looks down, even when she fumbles over one of the buttons. She maintains eye contact with you the entire time.

Your breathes are deep and shaky.

When Robin finishes with the last button her hands linger there for a moment, still holding on to the jacket. One of her hands slides over to your shoulder and the other up to your chin. You had been looking up at her with just your eyes but now she has lifted your face up towards hers. Robin is a few inches taller than you so her face is angled down towards you.

Robin shifts closer, as close as she can, your bodies pressed up against each other.

Her focus drifts away from your eyes to your lips. Her gaze lingers on your lips for a moment before glancing back up to your eyes, asking for permission to give your lips more attention. Your hands had remained by your side but without hesitation they find themselves on Robin. One hand settled on Robin’s waist and the other on the back of her neck so that you can pull her face to yours and close the only distance remaining between you. Robin’s lips touch yours softy at first but she quickly deepens the kiss. Goosebumps race over your skin as fast as your heart is pounding in your chest. Your mouths seem to fit together like puzzle pieces, as if they were made for each other.

Your hand slides down from Robin’s neck to the small of her back. You pull back from Robin and she takes a deep shaky breath. Your lips don’t spare a moment reconnecting, you place gentle kisses along her jaw then move down to her neck. The soft kisses grow hungrier as you nip at her.

“Y/N,” Robin mumbles in your ear. You can feel her hot breath on your skin. Her voice sounds raspier than it usually does and it sends a wave of heat through your body. A tight knot forms in your stomach.

You can’t help but detach yourself so you can take a moment to look up at Robin and admire how beautiful she is. Her pupils are dilated and she looks a little dazed, but she is smiling at you.

You notice over Robin’s shoulder that her closet door is closed so you place one hand on her chest and you give her a gentle push to tell her to back up. She tangles a hand in your hair and pulls you with her. You look her right in the eye and smirk.

As she slowly steps backwards, holding your gaze, Robin tells you “I don’t think I feel like going to the park.”

Then right before you reach the closet Robin spins you around in one quick maneuver and you find your back against the door.

“Babe, we aren’t going anywhere,” you ensure her before grabbing her shirt and pulling her in for another kiss.

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inkluvs · 10 months

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your turn

a/n: i’m not completely sure who originally requested this but it might be @thyme-in-a-bubble ? anyways, posted originally for my 1k celly in may ‘23; oh!! and thank u to @astermath for choosing this one out for me <3 tw: food. boredom. throwing food. pre-established relationship (0.4k)

robin buckley x fem! reader

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Nobody enjoys being bored, in fact, you personally believe boredom is the universe's way of punishing you, but Robin, the poor girl, seems to have it worse. You’re both on her bed, Robin’s head hanging off the side as you try to brainstorm things to do.

Although being with her is never a bore, there’s only so much you can do when you’re stuck inside due to a heatwave. Something about boredom seems to make Robin even more jittery, the energy not spent building up inside her until they come out in the little tremors in her hand as she tries to write down her ideas or pull herself back onto the bed.

“A movie,” she says suddenly.

“The movies are closed, something about the kids messing with the films.”

“We can watch one here, can’t we? You still have that tape?”

And that’s how you find your body pressed against hers, her eyes glued on the screen as you study her freckled face, aiming to memorize the location of each one. There’s a more prominent one on the bridge of her nose, disappearing for just a moment as her nose scrunched in reaction to the movie.

“What’s wrong?”

You clear your throat.

“We’re missing snacks, d’you want popcorn?” She nods and you peel yourself from under her covers, the skin of your thighs slightly sticky from the perspiration. You return a few minutes later, two bowls of popcorn in your hands. To your surprise, the end credits rolled on the screen as you walk in.

“I have an idea,” The bed shifts under your weight and Robin shuffles over, just a bit, to give you space, “Why don’t we use the popcorn for a game?”

“I’m not sure I like where this is going.”

“We toss it into each others’ mouth and if we catch it, it’s a point.”

“What’s the prize?”

“My eternal love for you?”

“‘Kay, but it isn’t my fault if you choke alright?” You hum in approval and she pushes herself to the foot of the bed, a bowl in her hands.

“Ready?” you nod. She tosses one and it lands just below your feet. Another and it goes over your head. The third is close, touching your cheek before it falls to the ground. You finally catch the fourth, the butter of the popcorn melting on your tongue as you close your mouth around it.

“Your turn,” she smiles, and for a moment that’s all you think about. The simplicity and comfort of the situation despite your circumstances knowing that you’d dwell on this memory for years to come.

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I had an art show tonight and no one showed up(strangers did, but my friends and fam didn't. They were all too busy i guess). If it's okay with you could I get some comfort from Robin? I need my beautiful girlfriend to hug me 😔😪🤧

I'm really sorry it went down like that sweetheart, I hope the show was good overall and you feel more supported if you do it again! Thanks for requesting <3

Robin Buckley x fem!reader ♡ 473 words

“I think it went well, right?” Robin sits atop the one table you haven’t folded up yet, eating mini brownies right out of the tray. “I mean, plenty of people came, and that one lady said she’ll come to your next one, too. You gave tons of people your info.”

“Yeah.” You try to sound upbeat, packing away the last of your pieces and joining her on the table. “You’re right, it wasn’t bad.”

Your girlfriend turns her head to look at you, mouth puckering. “Okay, you say that, but you’re still looking all mopey.”

“Sorry,” you sigh. “I just wish they’d come.”

The bridge of her nose wrinkles, pretty eyes squinting distastefully. “Whatever. More brownie bites for us,” she says, popping another one in her mouth.

You try to laugh, but it’s not very convincing. Robin’s expression creases further.

“Sorry,” she says around the brownie. Swallows. “Sorry, it’s just, it’s shitty. It is.” She hops down from the table, standing between your knees. Her ringed hands travel up the outsides of your thighs. “You were amazing today. Like, seriously. You were so good at talking to people, and everyone wanted to hear about your art, and they should, because it’s the fucking coolest, you know?” She looks into your face, seemingly to make sure you do know, and she doesn’t push you when you look away.

“It really sucks that they didn’t get to see it,” she says, so earnestly disappointed it makes the ache of your own heart worsen.

You twine your arms loosely around her neck, and Robin doesn’t need more urging to hug you, pushing in between your legs as her hands slide up around your lower back. You’re just taller than her like this, her face pushing into your shoulder while your cheek squishes against her hair. She holds you tight around your middle, fingers clutching at your shirt like you’ll disappear if she’s not careful.

“We should stop going to any of their things,” she mumbles, turning her face into your neck so the words vibrate against your skin. “There are too many birthdays in a year anyway.”

You laugh, for real this time. “No, I don’t think I’m that mad.”

“This is the problem,” Robin sighs, though she sounds happier than before. “You’re too nice.”

“Like you would do any different if you were me.”

She makes a cute disgruntled sound, hugging you tighter. Something in your chest lightens. “It’s different when it’s you. I have more of a thirst for vengeance.”

“Sorry.” You turn your face into the crown of her head, lips curving. “I hate to leave you unquenched.”

Robin’s quiet for a second, thoughtful. “Can I at least make pointed comments about how cool your show was the next time we see them?”

“I mean, if you really want to.”

“Oh, I do.”

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