#robin Buckley smut

[eiightysixbaby]

the lacy black pair with the little bows

pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader

robin’s thoughts run wild when she catches a glimpse of your panties in class… (1.4k)

cw: 18+ only — SMUT. i guess you could argue that this is perv!robin bc she’s fantasizing about reader???, fingering, v v brief blood mention. lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: i hope y’all like this!! i’d really like to do a part 2, let me know your thoughts… 👀

There’s a muddied hum in Robin’s ears; the droning voice of the teacher that has melted into nothing but incomprehensible mush. Focusing on Mrs. Click’s ramblings was a near impossible task even under normal circumstances, and the present circumstances were far from that.

See, Robin’s a good student. Maybe easily distractible at times, but she tries her best to stay focused and take her notes and do well. It’s just that today you’re making it really hard to concentrate.

You sit in front of her, diagonally to the right. And she’s always been respectfully appreciative of having such a beautiful girl in such close proximity to her, if even for a 50 minute class-period.

She knows you, but she doesn’t know know you. She knows she’s seen you roaming the halls with Nancy Wheeler, she’s spotted your name on articles in the Hawkins High school paper, but she hasn’t exchanged a single word with you aside from the time you asked her to borrow a pencil. (She had, in her nervousness, given you her only pencil and was left unable to take notes the entire class.)

It would be a lie for her to claim that she wasn’t crushing on you. I mean, how could she not be? There’s no possible way anyone could expect her not to have a crush on someone like you. It’s been pretty tame, however, just little daydreams here and there.

But today. Dear God, today was testing her limits.

The thing is, Robin didn’t mean to look. She really, really didn’t. But it’s kind of hard not to when you’re in a natural line of sight and she already has a reason to look your direction because even the back of your head is pretty.

Today, you’re showing off a little more skin than usual.

It’s a simple fashion mishap. Your jeans rode down a bit too low once you sat in your seat. It happens to everyone, right? It’s just that you’re wearing these underwear, and they’re peeking out above your pants, and it’s like you’re personally taunting her.

They’re black with lace, and holy shit Robin was a goner the instant she noticed them.

Again, she didn’t mean to look. She’s trying really, really hard not to objectify you. But what the hell.

She might as well be drooling, her head propped up by her right hand, her gaze locked on you and that scandalous little garment. Uninterested in the topic at hand, she easily tunes out the teacher’s monologue. Her mind wanders; as much as she’s trying to be good and polite and respectful, her thoughts are turning out to be anything but.

Because it’s so, so fucking easy to imagine herself unbuttoning your jeans. Tugging down the zipper, hands eager to cop a feel. She can picture the way you’d shiver when her nimble fingers cupped your heat over the fabric of those pretty black panties. She can nearly hear the gasp you’d let out when the pad of her index finger teased your hole. Her mouth nearly tingles with the imaginary softness of your lips against hers, the pretty gloss you wear rubbing off on her own smirk.

She’s in too deep, because she’s imagining hooking her fingers through those panties and slowly working them down your thighs; teasing you. Locking eyes with you as she strips your bottom half bare, letting her fingers caress you carefully. The image is so clear in her brain; sliding a digit through your folds, already soaking wet for her. Your eyes flutter closed and your head tips back, exposing the column of your neck to her teeth and tongue. She can feel the warmth of your skin on her tongue as she sucks on a section of it, only pulling away when you’re mewling in a satisfied sort of pain.

You’d make the cutest sounds, there’s no doubt about it, your high-pitched little moans ringing in her ears as she imagines pushing one finger fully inside of you. She’s testing the waters, slowly pumping her index finger in and out, feeling the warmth of your inner walls engulfing it.

And when you start to buck your hips, because you just can’t take it and you need more, she’ll throw her middle finger into the mix, too. Two fingers fucking you, slowly at first then gradually picking up speed and intensity. You let her name fall from your lips, and it makes goosebumps erupt on her skin with how pretty she guesses it sounds in your mouth.

She thinks it would be fun to taunt you a little bit, get you even more riled up.

“What, pretty girl?” she can hear herself asking you after the second moan of her name.

“Feel so good,” is your reply, your voice taking on a breathy quality.

Your body is pliant under her control, arching into her touch and encouraging her actions. She knows she wouldn’t be able to take it, letting her composure slip a little as she fucks you harder with her fingers. Your cunt makes the filthiest sounds, your wetness sloshing and squelching with each pump of her palm against your sex. It only eggs her on; if she had a tail, it would surely be wagging.

She’d start kissing your neck as she fingers you, dipping down to the junction where it meets your shoulder. Maybe she’d bite down, see how you react to it. Maybe she’d let her teeth draw blood, only to lap it up with her tongue.

In real time, you shift in your seat at your desk, and it makes Robin’s whole body feel warm. A tiny bit more of your panties poke out, your ass just centimeters out of view.

In her head, her free hand grabs your ass, squeezing the doughy flesh until you mewl into her mouth.

“Don’t stop, Robin,” you’d cry, muffled by her sloppy kisses to your mouth. Her fingers curl mercilessly inside you, and if your words are anything to go by, you’re getting close to release.

She’d keep up her pace, listening to you moan and whine with each press of her fingers to that sweet spot inside of you. She can feel the ghostly press of your fingertips to her shoulder, nails digging in to brace yourself.

“Are you gonna cum for me, gorgeous girl?” is what she would ask, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Mhm,” your whimpered response reverberates inside her brain, your bottom lip sucked beneath your teeth in concentration.

She knows it would be earth-shattering, watching you cum. She knows it would be even better feeling it happen, around her fingers.

Her fantasy reaches the perfect peak, your body trembling as your orgasm rips through you. Your walls squeeze her fingers, clenching in an erratic pattern. Your head is tipped toward the ceiling, her name slipping past your lips.

“Robin,” you nearly scream.

It’s the prettiest sound she’s ever heard.

“Robin.”

It’s a plea, a chant, a prayer all in one.

“Robin!” her name comes for the third time, but this time the voice doesn’t sound so much like yours. It sounds like—

“Ms. Buckley, are you paying attention?”

Robin’s head snaps up, her posture straightening, suddenly alert. The fantasy slips out of her brain, the images going cloudy as the classroom comes back into focus.

Mrs. Click stares disapprovingly from the front of the room, tapping a pen against her palm in waiting.

Her face goes crimson, embarrassment flooding her body. She’d been completely laser-focused on you, and she finds herself suddenly taking up faith and praying to every god that no one realized she was staring so hard. Staring so hard at your ass, to be specific.

“Y-yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am,” Robin replies, voice hoarse. Of course she hadn’t been paying attention. She doesn’t have the slightest clue what’s going on.

“As I was saying,” the teacher huffs. “You’ll be partnered with Y/N for the project.”

Robin feels herself nod, even give a weak smile, but she suddenly feels like there’s cotton in her ears. The last thing she thinks she needs right now is to have to work in close proximity to you, on a project she knows nothing about because she was too busy fantasizing about finger-fucking you.

She chances a glance at you, only to be met by your gaze staring right back, over your shoulder. You give her a sweet little smile, fingers waggling in a subtle wave, oblivious to the things you’re doing to her.

She waves back, swallowing hard.

The universe might just have it out for her.

[iheartdoll]

Audio Recommendations 12

You find the dorky guy now in college is he got hotter (kinda giving Eddie)

"Honey, stay in school" (Age play)

Your selfish husband abandons you during your vacation so you have a threesome (MF4F)

"Both? Both is good" (there's one VERY deep voice, but the story is good and does the job) (MM4F)

Catching a ride with a masc (fuckgirl) lesbian

"Make you mine"

A 50 year old divorcee goes on a blind date (HOPPER)

Begging for mommy (overstimulation on M) (STEVE)

Exhausted overstimulation (can't you tell I like men moaning?) (STEVE TOO)

Nipple stimulation on your boyfriend (imagine Eddie getting his nipples pierced)

Just 2 friends playing smash

Hot best friend gives you what you always wanted

Morning sex (very intimate)

Sleepy sex

Cute boyfriend turns dom and goes hard on you

Face fucking (Eddie is so into this)

Corrumpting your priest, he loses control

part 12 is here with some help from you guys (always thankful when you send me audios to share with everybody)

MASTERLIST

[robinbuckleyluvr]

⊹˚˖⁺ check you out - robin buckley

masterlist | requests

Summary: goodness! imagine robin buckley accidentally says she was checking you out...

Warnings: she/her pronouns used on reader

Notes: this was lowkey hilarious to write

Word count: 698

⸻⊱༺ 

The door opened, the familiar bell signaling the entrance of yet another customer. Robin barely had a second to look up and catch herself from dropping the VHS tapes she carried as she watched a girl come in. Steve was just as dazzled as Robin, he stumbled out his usual “Welcome to Family Video!” line, and Robin just… stared.

Robin and Steve made eye contact, both exclaiming “Dibs!” at the exact same time. 

“She looks like she would be into more intelligent conversation anyway,” Robin raised her eyebrows.

“Uh, rude?” Steve joked, making his way over to the girl before Robin could even respond, “Guess we’ll just have to find out.”

Robin sighed and crossed her arms, scouring her mind to think of an excuse to hush Steve away from the girl.

“Hey, uh, need any help around here? What are we browsing for today?” Steve flirted as he approached her.

“Just looking, I don’t have anything in mind,” she responded, a lack of interest filled her words, but it was a hint a guy such as Steve wouldn’t really get.

Robin, clearly amused, watched Steve’s desperate commentary, her mind running faster than ever. Okay, Robin, think! He is totally dumb and will fall for anything. You just have to come up with something that he will actually believe.

“Steve!” Robin exclaimed, “Can you please come help me? The computer is totally jammed again!” 

Steve sighed at Robin’s words as he muttered an apology to the girl, who didn’t really seem to mind as she kept on looking around. 

Robin stepped back as Steve approached the computer, and before he knew it, Robin had approached the girl already. Steve sighed and rolled his eyes as he realized the computer was working perfectly, watching Robin hurry away to speak to the girl instead.

“Hey! Hi, do you need any help?” Robin smiled nervously.

The girl offered a kind smile, “Thanks! I’m just unsure of what to get. Just looking for something to watch over the weekend I suppose.”

“Cool cool cool,” Robin breathed out, “Well, are you a rom-com kind of girl? Or do you like sci-fi movies and stuff?”

“Oh gosh…” She laughed, “Not a rom-com girl I don’t think… I avoid watching them alone. It's saddening, I prefer sci-fi for sure. I love horror, does that help?”

“Understandable! I’m the same,” Robin smiled, “But uh… sci-fi and horror! I can work with that.” She spoke shyly as she scanned the ‘horror’ shelf that stood behind the girl. 

The girl stood there quietly next to Robin as she looked around, Steve stood watching them from afar, having his eyes nearly popping out of his skull as he noticed the girl checked Robin out — something Robin, of course, had completely missed. 

“How about…” Robin spoke as she reached over to grab one of the VHS tapes, “‘The Shining’! A total classic. It’s one of my all-time favorite movies. Have you seen it before?”

“Are you joking? I love that movie. Wouldn’t mind re-watching it, I think.”

Robin’s face lit up as the girl accepted her request. “Alright! You’re all set then! I’ll just get you checked out.” Robin paused, flustered, “I mean, I’ll check you out—Not check you out like that, uh, check out your movie! Not that I wouldn’t, you know, check you out. I mean, wait, that’s not, I mean, get your movie checked. You checked. For the movie that you’re renting! Which… yeah — pay there?” She motioned to the counter and walked off, her voice increasingly getting higher with each word.

As she followed Robin to the counter, the girl shook her head slightly, a shy smile forming as she did so. 

[blckbrrybasket]

23. “Show and I’ll Learn”

Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

꒰Sex Toys꒱ - 1.1k

• sharing sex toys, first use of a vibrator, friends to lovers

kinktober m.list

“Have you ever used sex toys?” 

The question made your eyes widen, not expecting that at all. It was out of nowhere, like most of Robin’s questions were. “Uh no, not really. Have you?” Chewing her bottom lip, Robin responded carefully, “Mhm. I have one.” Unbeknownst to you the reason she asked the question was because she had gone to a sex shop recently.

“Really?” You never thought Robin was a prude, but it was still a bit shocking. Not many people around here openly spoke about sex toys. That didn’t mean you were turned off from the conversation, looking at Robin with a curious smile. “Want to see it?” Of course you said yes, why wouldn't you?

She hopped off her bed, opening her bedside table, pulling out the device. It looked like a cloudy purple dildo with a rabbit that split off from the side of it. A cord was attached at the bottom, leading to a remote with a slider to determine the mode and speed.

Robin’s fingers were curled around the bottom, turning it over for you to curiously inspect it. “And what does this part do?” You pointed to the two little ‘ears’ of the rabbit finger angling down as you looked at the rabbit part. She tilted her head to look at what you pointed to. “It’s for your clit.” “Huh.” you commented, having a hard time imagining how it worked.

Your confused expression was easy to pick up on. “Do you want to try it?” You looked up at Robin curiously, “Is that okay?” She smiled brightly at your question, happy to share. “Yeah!” She held onto it while she disappeared into the bathroom to wash it for safe measure. While waiting you picked at your nails, imagining what would happen.

Would Robin touch you too? You hoped so. Before you knew it, Robin had reentered her bedroom, locking the door for extra measure even though nobody was home. “Okay first things first, I use some lube to help.” You watched her dig in her dresser, tossing underwear from her drawer to find it. You knew what lube was, but you were unsure why you needed it for the toy.

“Aha!” Robin exclaimed triumphantly, holding the bottle up. “Why don’t you just use it when you’re wet?” You shuffled your shorts off, underwear following them as you asked her. “It makes it easier since it’s different from a real dick.” Fair enough. Robin sat back on the bed, “Come here.”

Following her instructions, you sit in her lap and between her legs. “Next I usually touch myself for a bit.” You looked down, fingers hesitating. She was way closer than before, pressed against you with her chin on your shoulder. Saying fuck you to the nerves, you reach down and press your fingers to your clit. 

Robin watched you play with yourself, fingers moving up and down back and forth. Her nose slid across the top of your shoulder, watching you closely. She was entranced by you, snapping out of it when you whined. “That...that should be good.” She reached around, holding the toy.

She was so focused she didn’t realize she could ask if you wanted to control it. Yet she didn’t want you to. She wanted to control, the same way you wanted her to have the power.

The tip of it slid down through your warm folds, spinning it to coat it with your wetness. Her other hand brought the lube to it as she held the toy up again. You couldn’t look away as she poured the liquid on it, watching as it rolled down. Robin placed the bottle beside her, smearing the lube around to cover the rabbit.

“It may be a bit of a stretch,” she warned, lining it up to your entrance. Getting the gist, you slid your body down an inch or so, opening your legs to bend them over on either side of hers. Robin drew the tip up and around your clit, sliding it back down. The material was cool from the lube, making you shiver when Robin gently thrust it in. 

“Sorry,” she mumbles against your shoulder when you shiver. Robin settled it properly, your clit pressed against the rabbit. “And then you turn it  on…ready?” Once you muttered a soft yeah, Robin grabbed the remote, making sure not to tug on the cord. She slowly moved the dial up to turn the speed on low, your lips parting. “O..oh!” you gasped, hips jolting. 

Not wanting you to accidentally run away from the feeling, Robin held your hips down with an arm across them. The dildo inside moved in a circle, swirling inside you. It was impossible to keep your head up, letting it fall back as you became accustomed to the feeling, sticky arousal sliding down the toy. “Oh shit, robin..” She smiled and nodded, “I know.”

Your arms moved to the side as you held onto the sheets “I want more,” you panted. Listening, Robin turned it up as you moaned, thighs clamping around it. She laughed, knowing she had the same reaction the first time she used it. Her hand left your hips to pry your thighs open, the rabbit vibrating over your clit.

She bit her lip as your hips bucked, trying to meet the vibrations deeper, crying out when it flicked over your clit. “Oh my god!” You mewled, Robin shifting to keep your writhing legs open. She settled your back to her chest, body leaning forward to meet your arching back, her arms hooked under your legs.

The toy continued moving, sliding around the walls of your needy pussy. You had previously thought the vibrations would numb your cunt, but it did the opposite, all of your nerves feeling like they were sparked like fireworks. “Shit robin I’m-” “I know, come on. Come for me,” she whispered in your ear, your pussy clenching at her words.

At her insistence, your walls constricted as you came, eyes rolling back. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” you moaned, unable to stop your reaction. Robin let go of your thighs, letting you shut them instinctively as she reached under to grab the remote and stop the toy. 

You panted, shaky hands leaving her bed to push your messy hair back. “Holy shit,” you breathed, chuckling. “I love the future.” Robin snorted at your words, coaxing your legs open to pull it out of you. She pecked your cheek, “If you ever want to use it let me know” “I will,” you answered almost immediately, giggling as you curled into her lap, completely relaxed after your orgasm.

tags: @babybatlover, @starrgurl46, @wowzers-07, @nenukkjhj, @morgan0lw21, @kinokomoonshine, @slut4ddn, @marirxse, @chx-rrryc0la, @adventures-of-impala, @shesadilema13, @dreamerjj

[honey-flustered]

Kinkmas Day 2: Cunnilingus + Aftercare

Soccer Player!Cocky!Robin Buckley x Catholic!Cheerleader!Reader

Roommates/Enemies to Lovers

Summary: based on a tiktok meme i saw: “my roommate found out i was gay and started reading me bible verses” -> “eat her out”

Warnings: girl on girl (duh), closeted!reader, virgin!reader, light humor, bimbo!reader, meangirl!reader, perv!flirty!robin, robin calls reader per names (angel, cupcake, etc) internalized homophobia, all girls catholic school, blasphemy, religious themes, oral sex, if you squint dub con, come eating, fingering, nipple play, anal play, kissing, robin talks about her parents sending her to catholic school for conversion, fluffy aftercare

A/N: 1st image @/abbighy, 3rd image @/momoiro_lys (i don’t own any of the images above) this was fun and self indulgent. Some aspiring dynamics from elphaba and glinda.

“I can’t believe your parents are making you go to an all girls catholic university. When you should be going to university with me.” Steve grumbles

“Aww, you gonna miss me, buddy? Don’t worry you can still visit and call me whenever you like…at least when I’m not getting laid.” Robin says, patting his back.

“I know I can but I just hate that you’ll be living the dream without me,” He sighs. “An all girls school? These are gonna be the best years of your life. Meanwhile, I’ve got a roommate that’s had a sock on our dorm’s doorknob for 2 nights straight. Do you know how humbling an experience that is for me? Me, King Steve.”

“Yeah, yeah. King Steve,” Robin waves off. “To be fair, I don’t even know what my roommate’s like and, with the luck I’ve got, she probably sucks so hard.”

“But she’s a girl…with boobies.” Steve emphasizes.

“Gah, you know I hate that word. Tits is more like it.” She quips.

Dragging Robin’s belongings down the hallway of the building, Steve and Robin could already see the wandering eyes of the students who couldn’t decide whether to thirst for him or her. They finally reach the room door, Robin putting a key to the door and praying silently for a decent roommate.

The two of them enter, greeted by you as you struggle to place a box onto the top of your closet. Robin couldn’t deny that she found you quite pretty. Maybe a bit too much pink for her liking but you wear it well.

Stepping forward, she takes the box from behind you and puts it in its intended position. You look up at her with big eyes before turning to fully face her.

“Thank you.” You say.

“You got it, angel.” She winks.

You clear your throat, adjusting your clothes and distancing yourself from her. “You must be my new roommate. It’s a pleasure meeting you. I’m (name), new head captain of the Hawkins Saints cheer squad. Niece of the renowned Priest of the Eden’s Holy Children Temple. Oh, I also am the top student of this school.”

You finish, three of you all staring in awkward silence as you await for her to introduce herself.

“Oh, right…umm, I’m Robin Buckley.”

“Yes, and…”

“We’re currently on the moon.” Robin says.

“What?” You ask, scoldingly perplexed.

“Sorry, thought we were doing a whole improv thing.” She replies.

“I’m confused. Are you a comedian?”

“No, I’m just…Robin.”

“And I’m Steve.” Steve says with his hand raised, reminding you two of his presence.

“Oh,” You say in a disappointed tone. “How…ordinary. Not a bad thing just…okay.”

Robin presses her tongue against her cheek. She usually doesn’t mind being called basic, it meant nothing to her but hearing it from your mouth in such a condescending tone made her blood boil just a little.

Her eyes scan your side of the room, landing on the “eat, pray, love” wall art above your computer desk.

“Really?” Robin questions, raising an eyebrow.

“My mother gave it to me.” You say, face heating up.

“Whatever you say, angel.” She smirks, brushing past you towards her side of the room. It’s quite small in comparison to your side because you’d taken up most of the space with your things.

“Geez, is this really it?” Steve asks.

Robin projects her voice as she answers Steve, wanting to make sure you heard her. “No! Because she’s 100% going to be a good girl and remove the rest of her things from my side by tonight.”

“I can hear you just fine, Buckley.” Steve says, not catching Robin’s angle.

“I’m sorry, were you talking to me?” You ask nonchalantly. You’re sitting at your vanity table, applying makeup without a care in the world.

“When are you planning to remove your things so I can properly settle in?” She asks, crossing her arms.

You roll your eyes, standing on your feet to approach, your arms also crossed. “I already did. What do you think that box up there is for?”

“There were only like 3 pairs of shoes in that thing.”

“Wrong! 5.” You correct.

Steve has never seen Robin standing firm in a confrontation. You must’ve really gotten under her skin and he’s starting to think that maybe he doesn’t have it so bad.

“Fine, you don’t want to remove your things. I guess there’ll just have to be some overlap, hmm?” Robin says, sending you a mischievous grin.

Going over to her bed, Robin rummages through her suitcase to pull out a rainbow flag before skipping over to your side to place over the “eat, pray, love” sign.

“Hey! You can’t do that or hang up that flag here. You’ll be in big trouble.” You exclaim.

“Then, try not to run your mouth to the feds. ‘Kay, gorgeous?” Robin says continue to pin up the flag.

“You take that down from my side.” You hiss, going on your tiptoes to claw at it. Robin is currently kneeling on top of your computer desk so you had no way of reaching her which made things all the more entertaining.

“You gonna remove your shit?” She asks.

“Yes.” You huff.

“Say it,” She taunts. “Say you’ll remove your shit.”

“I’ll remove my things. There I said it.” You pout with a defeated stomp.

“D’awww, miss goody two shoes refuses to curse?”

“My mouth isn’t meant for such vulgar things.” You reply, turning your nose up at her.

“Can’t say the same for myself, angel,” She quips, hopping off your computer desk. “Alright, I’m done teasing you. It’s been really fun though. Let’s do this some other time. My side of the room, maybe?”

You glare at her as she makes her way over to her friend, with him giving her a little nudge of approval.

———

After a long day of practice, you sorely trudge up to your dorm room. Your eyes are heavy from fatigue as you turn the key and swing the door open, only to be met with a sinful sight.

Robin and a fellow teammate, still dressed in their soccer uniforms, were making out in her bed. Robin’s hand was down the girl’s tight shorts as she moaned against her lips, grinding down on her hands.

You’re frozen, watching in both horror and intrigue as the girl pants hotly and heavily into the still air. Shaking out of the trance, you announce your presence with a drop of your purse onto your furry rug.

The girl quickly jumps away, ashamed but Robin is clearly amused.

“Um, I-I’ll see you tomorrow in Statistics, Robin.” She whispers, before quickly rushing out the room with her things.

“Just how many girl kissers are on this campus?” You scoff.

“More than you think.” Robin answers.

“This campus needs the fear of God. I’ll be praying for its salvation,” You reply before looking Robin up and down. “And maybe yours.”

“Am I finally touching a soft spot? Cause it sounds like you don’t want me going to hell,” Robin smirks, removing her knee high socks. “You’ll miss me too much I guess.”

“Puh-lease, you aren’t touching any part of me,” You snort. “I just feel compelled to pray for those who are lost. Maybe one day, you’ll see the light.”

Robin makes a show of her licking her fingers clean before she answers with a slick comment. “I’ve seen it plenty.”

“You don’t mind if I hit showers before you, right?” Robin says.

“Why hadn’t you done that before I got here?” You say through gritted teeth.

“Well, I was planning to do just that but Vickie and I got a little carried away—”

“Fine, just go.” You interject.

“You really are an angel, angel.” She praises, walking into the bathroom with a sway of her hips.

————

Robin is busy snoring away in peaceful slumber when she’s rudely awoken by your prayer. Usually it never bothers her but when you’re literally sat 3 feet away from her, that becomes her problem.

“What are you doing on my side?” Robin inquires, rubbing her eyes.

She noticed the way your thigh clenched a little at the rasp in her voice. You’re clearly not immune to attraction as sexless and sinless as you may seem.

“I’m praying for your salvation as I said I would.” You say.

“You couldn’t do that from your part of the room?” She asks.

“Well, how else am I supposed to reach you? I’m ensuring the connection’s strong enough.” You say.

“Is that so?” She asks, cocking her head to the side. “This isn’t some kind of excuse for you to be near me?”

“W-why would I want to be near you? I wouldn’t want to be at risk of you falling in love with me or something.” You say, face heating up.

“You must have some kind of magical pot of gold between your legs to make me want to fall for you, cupcake. No offense but I’m not exactly into the spoiled, holier than thou types.”

You gasp. “Well, if I were into girls, I wouldn’t want you because you’re unserious all the time and crass.”

“Someone’s got to be around here,” She says, throwing her hands up. “It’s like you all walk around like you suck on lemons for the hell of it. Maybe instead try sucking on my stra—“

“John 3 verse 16, ‘For god so loved the world…’” You begin.

“What…are you doing?”

“Reciting the bible,” You explain before continuing. “‘…that he gave his only begotten son, that whoever believes in him should not perish—”

“I’m going back to sleep, angel. Wake me up when you’re done spiraling at the thought of girls liking girls.” She mutters, laying her head back against her pillow.

“I won’t give up on you, Buckley. God has plans for all us and I’m sure he has one especially for you,” You say, plopping down on her bed. “Why, you could be anything in his eyes. Touching the hearts of people in even as insignificant as your career as either a retail associate, or a retail supervisor, or a retail store manager—“

“Why am I only working in retail?” Robin asks knowing she should regret speaking with you any further.

“Aren’t you majoring in services?”

“Public relations.”

“Is that not the same thing?” You ask, batting your lashes in a daze.

“Go to bed, angel. Unless you’re looking to share a bed with me.”

“In your dreams.” You say.

“Then, leave me alone.” She says before flopping back against her pillows to rest.

————

You approach Robin on the field with a beaming smile, shaking your pom-poms in her face. “Buckley, you were super interactive in bible study today. I bet you’ve been feeling different lately. You can thank my prayers for that.”

“Huh? I was wondering why I’ve been a lot gayer lately. Guess I really do have you to thank,” She jokes. “I was only interacting because I wanted the participation points by the way.”

“Why do you insist on resisting?” You say, putting your foot down.

“Funny, I could ask you the same thing.” She scoffs.

“I’ll have you know that I’m not…” Your words begin to drift tune at for a moment as Robin catches a glimpse of one of the clumsier teammates, Amy, attempting to kick a goal into the net. The ball completely misses its mark before heading towards the back of your head.

Obliviously, you continue to rant until Robin’s sudden catching of the ball makes you jump at her quick reflexes. You’re hyperventilating, looking her up in her eyes with a timid look. She holds the ball in between your bodies.

“You were saying, angel?”

“W-we’re continuing this discussion in our dorm.” You say.

“I’ll be counting down the minutes.” She says sarcastically.

You angrily stomp away and she quickly turns to join her team but for a moment, at the exact same time, the two of you look back at one another; lingering stares.

————

Robin is busy reading her book on her bed when she hears you sobbing in the bathroom. When you enter your shared bedroom once again, you attempt to hide your face and discreetly wipe your tears. Placing the book down, she looks at you with concern in her eyes.

“Hey, angel. Everything okay?”

“Like you care.” You say dryly.

“I care,” She says softly, patting the empty space beside her. “Come on up. I’m known to be a very good listener. My friend Stephen says so.”

You sniffle. “I thought his name was Steve.”

“What are we talking about again?” Robin quips.

“You have a strange sense of humor.” You laugh, climbing in the spot beside her.

“So I’ve been told,” She grins. “Now who’s got you, the ice queen, crying?”

“You’ll pay for that nickname,” You say an empty threat before explaining. “It’s my parents. For the second time in a row, they won’t be coming to family day here. Plenty of times they’ve cancelled on very important events of mine but still I could never get used to it. I’m just so tired of being alone at a Barnes & Nobles all day just so I could avoid anyone from asking me about my family.”

“I’m really sorry,” She says sincerely, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “If it’s any comfort, all parents suck. Mine sent me here because they refuse to accept who I am. They think it’s all a phase and that this school will ‘fix’ me.”

“Maybe they just wanted the best for you.”

“What’s best for me is that I get to be me…not what they think I should be,” Robin argues. “Who am I kidding? You wouldn’t get it. Little miss perfect over here.”

“I’m not perfect but my god is—

“Oh for the love of—“

“Proverbs 3 verses 5 through 6…”

“This again?”

“It says ‘trust in the lord—“

“Yeah I really don’t care what it says.” She dismisses, reaching over you for her book. The sudden proximity of your bodies, reminds her of the heat radiating from you. You’re abnormally hot. Feverish yet no actual fever. She looks into your eyes and you stare back into her big blue ones. Her eyes dart down to your lips as if to tell you of her plans and like a magnet your lips draw near. Just as they’re about to collide, you pull away at the last second.

“I’m going to read the bible before bedtime,” You announce, standing on your feet. “Have a goodnight.”

She remains in position still taking in what just happened but you refuse to let it sink in, going over to your bed.

Flipping to a random chapter, you force yourself to focus on your reading out loud, hoping it could take the urge to kiss her away. But when you find her making her way towards you, you don’t bring your eyes on her. Instead, you keep them on the page as she begins to tug your shorts down.

She pulls you by your legs, sliding you down the mattress just enough to pry your legs apart. Your pussy is still clothed, the white lace—a thin barrier from her eager tongue lips and pouty lips. She licks an experimental swipe of her tongue along the gusset, tasting the juices that soaked through them.

She groans, placing butterfly kisses along your inner thighs. The bible has long fallen between your fingers as they now take home in her dirty blonde hair, gripping the strands as you grind against her face.

“Can I take these off?” She asks.

“Mmm.” You answer, teeth still biting your bottom lip. You expect her to carry a smirk on her face at your permission, as if she’d won some kind of game. Instead, all that she holds in her features is gratitude as she drags your panties slowly down your clean shaven legs.

She stares down at your glistening pussy, creamy juices seeping and collecting at the edges of your plump lips like a divine dew.

She greedily licks at it with her tongue, eyes focusing on you as she does so and you whine at this. It’s erotic. It’s alluring. How could something this good be considered bad?

She curls her arms around your thick thighs, fingers sinking into the fat of it as she hungrily indulges herself in you.

“You taste even better than I could’ve ever imagined.” She moans.

“You’ve thought about doing this with me?” You ask, breath hitching when her lips close around your throbbing clit.

“More times than I can keep track of.” She admits, whispering softly against your sensitive cunt, circling the bud with her tongue.

“I’ve never done this before. Not with anyone.” You gasp.

“No wonder you taste as sweet as cherry pie.” Robin comments, eating you with more ferocity at your admission.

Now you understand why the girl breathed as if she were losing air. Every breath you take is stolen with every lap of Robin’s tongue. Oh, and when she pushes it inside your hole is when you really begin to whine out in pleasure.

“So good, Robin,” You mewl. “Never felt like this before. Never ever.”

She dips her tongue low enough to play with your puckered hole for a little, adding a finger into the mix. You squeal at the sudden intrusion before moaning at the combination of her mouth eating your meaty cunt while her finger twisted and thrusted inside your ass.

Your legs begin to shake, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “I think I’m gonna cum. Fuck, Robin. Please.”

Her free hand creeps up your stomach, pulling up your tank top over your breasts and exposing them for her to play and pluck at the hardened buds.

“Oh my god, oh my god.” You moan, surprised at yourself. You’ve cursed and now you’re taking the lord’s name in vain.

“Mmm, you’re close. Aren’t you, angel? You’re soaking and your legs can barely stay apart,” Robin coos, kneading your thighs before prying them apart again. “You gonna be a good girl and keep your legs apart while I make you cum for me.”

“Y-yes, baby.” You answer, letting her push your legs closer to your body as you held them by the backs of your knees.

She’s even nastier with devouring you, wiggling her tongue about and making the sloppiest noises possible. If anyone were to put their ear to the door, there would be no denying the activity.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Robin. I’m fucking cumming. Shiiiiit.” You cry, feeling yourself squeeze around your plunging tongue and coating it further with your honeyed essence.

She collects it all with devotion for you, getting herself off as her ass rests high in the air, throbbing pussy soaking through the material of her own pajama pants.

You shake violently as she continues to drink you in through your convulsions. You eventually force her away and she gets the memo, licking her lips and fingers as if you were the best meal she’s had in a while.

“Fuck, that was good.” She laughs, laying beside you.

You get a wicked plan and jump in between her legs with the enthusiasm of a puppy, tugging at her pants.

“Could I maybe return the favor? I can’t guarantee I’ll be as talented as you but I’m willing to learn.” You say but just the moment after you finish your sentence her lips are on yours and you get a taste of yourself. It’s an addicting mix of her and you that you fear you’ll crave everyday.

“Maybe another time. You deserve some rest,” Robin says, brushing a strand from your face and kissing the top of your forehead.

She goes to the bathroom, retrieving a washcloth to clean the sticky mess between your thighs. She also gathers some mouthwash for the two of you to wash out the aftertaste and though you’re reluctant to do so in your usual bratty fashion, wanting to savor the taste. You eventually comply, though. Lastly, she grabs a clean pair of underwear for you to wear before she’s taking you into her arms again and cuddling you into the cold winter night. And neither of you are willing to let go.

[lis-likes-fics]

Loser, Loser

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader Word Count: 2.2k words Prompt: Stay Quiet Warnings: NSFW, smut, semi-public sex, staying quiet, fingering, oral (f!receiving), allusions to typical 80s homophobia, swearing... A/N: I love me some Robin Buckley, she's literally so amazing and I love her sm. I also love fucking with Steve. Thank you and enjoy!

“Shh!”

You're both giggling back and forth at each other, glancing back at the door of the storage closet like someone is going to come in and see you pressing her into the shelves.

Steve's manning the counter, pretending to ignore the fact that you and Robin are making out during your thirty minute lunch break.

“Shh, you're gonna get us caught,” you whisper again, dipping in for another kiss. You grip her hips, pulling her in close to your body as you taste the cherry of the chapstick mixed with her lipstick.

Her arms drape over your shoulders. She hums, “Stevie already knows we're sucking face. It's not like we're butt naked or anything.”

You smile wide, practically purring against her lips. “Do you wanna be?”

She gives one of her squeaky laughs, and you slap your hand over her mouth to silence her with a quiet giggle of your own. “I said ‘shh’!”

Her tongue pokes out against your palm, and you raise your brow. “Baby, you've had your tongue in me. What's that gonna do?”

She blushes a deep color that nearly obscures her freckles. You're so close to her that the dark does deter you from seeing her.

“You said that way too loud,” she whispers.

You roll your eyes. “I didn't. You're just a wuss.”

“I'm not a wuss,” she retaliates. She pulls you in for another kiss, and she can tell by the look on your face that you're not planning anything good.

“Then play a game with me.” You tuck a crooked finger below her chin so she keeps looking at you, your eyes lidded as you look between her red lips and the green of her gaze.

“I'm not gonna like this game, am I?” She runs her fingers through the hair at the back of your head, easing into your hand as it rubs against the small of her back.

You shrug a shoulder, humming deeply. “I think you're gonna love this game. But we only have,” you check your watch, “seventeen minutes left to play, so you better let me know now.”

With the way you're looking at her, there is no way she can say no. You can be quick. Steve won't even know.

“What's the game?”

You smile, pumping a gist at your triumph as you dip in for the hundredth kiss. “Simple. Quietest wins.”

Your hands squeeze on her waist, pulling her a bit closer as one slips down to brush against her behind. She does not seem to be winning this game as she hums lightly at the contact.

“What if we get caught?” she whispers, her eyes flicking between yours and your lips. “We could get in a lot of trouble. I mean, a lot. Much more than if it were…Steve or something.”

“That’s what staying quiet does,” you smile. She still looks worried, even as she presses a few more pecks to your lips. “I'm not letting you get in any trouble, Bobby. You trust me?”

She nods instantly, sinking back into your lips. You don't even say anything after, letting her lead you into a slow kiss as you hold her by her hips. Her breath is quiet when your lips find her neck, tilting her chin up with the curve of your nose to press kisses there.

You won't give her any hickeys. She can't afford to have any hickeys, so you'll settle for whatever skipped pulses you can find with your lips against the vein in her neck.

You dip down, nudging the neckline of her shirt aside so you can press kisses to her collarbone. She tries not to sigh, but a few silent ones slip out with the way your hand gropes a handful of her ass.

Your hands pull her shirt out of her pants, slipping beneath to touch the bare skin of her waist. You hold her tight, mesmerized by the feel of her warm skin under your palms. Your thumbs stroke circles in her sides as you continue to mouth at her neck.

You know you don't have much time, so you have to be quick. You fall down to your knees, framing her hips in your hands and looking up at her through the dark with wide eyes. She stares back down at you, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed.

You pull her pants down her thighs, letting them pool around her ankles so she's bare in front of you. You bring a finger to your lips, reminding her of your little game with a smug smile.

You lean forward, pressing a kiss to her clit and containing a chuckle when her hips buck forward. You dart your tongue out, licking out to taste her with a silent sigh as your eyes close.

Your fingers tighten around her waist, digging lightly into her skin in order to pull her close as you move her to grind down on your mouth. You lick and suck on her clit, trying not to moan as the taste of her arousal leaks out over your tongue.

One of her hands reaches down to the back of your head for something to hold onto, the other clasps over her mouth to keep silent as you lick her with feverish intent. She tastes so good, melting on your tongue like honey.

You spread her legs a little wider, slipping one foot from her pants leg to lift over your shoulder so you can get a better angle. The hand on her mouth reaches out to take hold of a shelf, her knuckles turning white with the strength she uses to grip it in order to keep herself steady.

Her head falls back, and you're almost certain you hear the slightest, tiniest whine crawl its way out of her throat as you flick your tongue at her clit, pressing down with enough pressure to have her hips bucking.

One of your hands reaches down to her ass, groping it as you help her ride your face. You're just glad the no sound rule doesn't apply to the quiet but lewd sounds of your mouth sucking around her clit. You nearly lose yourself in the sensation of her.

You know she's cumming when her hips rock back and forth and both her hands find a place at the sides of your head to hold you still. Her jaw twitches, and her eyes are squeezed shut as she falls apart on your tongue. Her breaths are shaky, but they hold no sound other than the silent passing of air, even as you continue to lick her through her orgasm. She shudders against you, and you're tempted to keep going until she's coming apart once more.

You kiss up the length of her body, bringing up her pants with you. She's still trembling lightly, looking at you with lidded eyes and parted lips as you tuck her shirt back into her pants before tightening her belt once more.

“My turn?” she eventually whispers, her hands finding your waist.

You smile, cupping her cheek with one hand and stroking it with your thumb. “After a kiss?” She's happy to comply, leaning in and kissing you sweetly, licking along your bottom lip and tasting herself on your tongue as she tries not to moan into your mouth.

Your kiss is interrupted when her hand slips into your own jeans. You had been too caught up in the taste of her to realize her wandering hands. She teases your clit through your underwear, and you have to remind yourself not to make noise as you dip your head in the crook of her neck.

You rest your forehead on her shoulder, letting thick sighs pass through your lips and nothing more as she taps lightly at your clit. You're so worked up from seeing her fall apart on top of you, that you hadn't realized how just sensitive it had made you.

The very tip of her nail scrapes against you through the thin cotton fabric, and the tickling nearly makes your legs tremble. Robin presses kisses onto your shoulder after pushing your shirt aside to access it.

Her hand dips below your underwear, finally sliding along the seam of your pussy to feel how wet you are. A tiny breath passes through her lips, and you shudder when she presses a finger inside of you.

You clench your jaw as she slowly thrusts her finger in and out of you, coaxing you with a curling digit and listening intently for any sign of pleasure besides breathless, soundless sighs. She adds a second finger, and you're not sure if you're going to win.

She thrusts it in and out of you, curling against that spongy spot that makes your knees weak. You keep yourself standing, leaning back against a shelf behind you and nudging one leg farther apart. One of your hands holds gently to cup the back of her arm, looking down to watch her fingers disappear inside of you with a wet, sticky sound.

Her eyes are trained on your face, the pretty greens darkened into something full of an earnest desire to see you come undone. When her other thumb adjusts to press to your clit, rubbing quick, measured circles, you purse your lips tightly together to keep the sound muted in your throat.

The pleasure comes in the form of swelling shocks that surprise you with each surge. Your hips keen into each thrust of her fingers, suddenly very happy about her French horn lessons as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to that desperate release.

It comes as a surprise, a clenching jaw and an arching back as you hunch into her. She presses her lips to your forehead as your legs shake and your breath stutters in your chest in an attempt to control your sounds.

Your grip tightens slightly on her arm, but she takes it in stride as she continues to finger you in slower, deeper strokes. You clench around her fingers and grip the shelves like a lifeline.

She pulls her fingers from you, stroking circles into your side with her dry hand to ease you down from your high. She sucks the other between her lips, licking them clean of your arousal. You know she's partly doing it to get a rise out of you, but you give her a glaring look and nothing more.

You sigh deeply, fixing your ruffled clothes as you catch your breath. Robin kisses your neck again, and you smile as you take her face and lead her to your lips.

You kiss her sweetly, the both of you giggling again like giddy girls into each other's mouths at the pleasant feelings in your chests. You chase her lips when she pulls back, just as she chases yours, and your grabby hands are already messing up your clothes again as you reach for the other.

“I love you, baby,” she rasps into your mouth, sucking lightly on your bottom lip.

You giggle back. “I love you, too.”

There's a knock on the door, and you both jump at the sound. The voice that carries through the wooden door has you both rolling your eyes as Steve grumbles.

“Break was over like two minutes ago. Stop making out, and get back to work, Rob,” he says and you assume that there's no one else in the store because Steve knows better than to out you both like that.

Just to annoy him, you both laugh loud enough for him to hear. You hear him grumble again as he shuffles away.

You help her fix her clothes so she looks professional again, running your fingers through her hair in an attempt to make it look like you didn't spend the last half hour running your fingers through it.

“So who won?” she mutters curiously.

“Me.”

She seems offended by that, frowning deeply. “Nuh-uh! I didn't say anything.”

You smile at her and laugh to yourself at her borderline childish behavior. “Yes, you did. You squeaked.”

“When?”

“When I put your leg on my shoulder.”

She thinks about it for a moment before cursing to herself, which gains another laugh from you. “That can't count!”

You roll your eyes, giddy with your affection for her. “Yeah, it does, Bobby.” You shrug. “You know, it's okay to be a loser.”

She rolls her eyes, seemingly disenchanted by you as she shoves your face away and turns toward the door. You weave your arm around her waist and pull her back into you with a smile, her back to your front as you tuck your face in the crook of her neck and place a kiss there.

“Hey, this just means I get to do whatever I want with you tonight. Then you can make all the sounds you want.”

She blushes a deep color, ultimately pleased by this as she suddenly seems okay with losing. “Fine,” she fake grumbles. “We should go before Steve breaks the door down.”

You laugh, pulling away from her and pushing the door open to let her out first. Once she's sure the coast is clear, you step out behind her and join Steve.

“What, were you fuckin’ in there or something?” Steve grumbles, labeler in hand.

Before Robin can stutter over a cover-up and confess, you scoff. “Course not. What, are you jealous that Bobby gets more game than you?”

Robin's laugh is a squeak of a thing. Steve isn't pleased by your jab, but he hides his secret amusement with the shake of his head. You blow Robin a secret kiss and wish them both a good day as you take your leave.

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[munsonify]

hand prints and good grips

pairing. dom!robin buckley x sub!fem!reader

summary. robin fucks you with her strap in the back of steve’s bmw during a party

content warnings. smut 18+ dni, strap-ons, weed consumption (both ends), penetration (reader receiving), pet names (good girl), making out, hickeys, sloppy sex, swearing, slight exhibitionism, power bottom!robin, use of cock when referring to her strap. if you aren’t comfortable with sex where both parties are high, then this isn’t for you

word count. 1005

Robin was never one to go to parties. They tended to stress her out, the constant pressure to keep up conversations weighing too much on her. She hated the way Steve insisted on her going to parties with him. There, he was in his element, while Robin felt as though she was sticking out like a sore thumb. She was never meant to be at parties like this, and it weighed on her every time she was at one.

Luckily for Robin, she’d quickly convinced you, her girlfriend, to come with her. Her original intentions when attending parties was to be Steve’s wing-woman, which she quickly found out was very unneeded. She always ended up standing around, alone, with nothing to do. Why waste her time standing around when she can have you with her? She would rather be with you, blunt in hand, than by herself, unsure what to do.

A blunt hung loosely from your lips, smoke clouded around your head. You could feel yourself slowly unraveling. Robin was right next to you, her shoulder pressed right up against yours. Part of her weight was leaned up against you, the rest of her weight supported by the wall behind you. Her thin fingers grabbed the blunt from your lips, bringing it to her own plump ones, inhaling deeply.

You found your eyes staring at her lips. They’re perfect; everything from the shape and the color, and especially the way they fit against yours. You’d gotten a little lost in your daze, not aware of the fact that Robin was staring back at you, eyes glossed over. She recognized that look immediately - the way you absentmindedly stared at her lips told her everything she needed to know. One ringed hand found its way to your waist, the other holding the blunt. A few things ran through her mind, including a wondering thought about whether Steve’s car was unlocked or not.

Robin was determined regardless. She dragged you through the living room and out the front door, right into the brisk night air. You stumbled down the stairs of the porch behind her. A few people were standing outside, one lucky boy receiving the half smoked blunt she passed to him. You crossed the street together, her eyes staring down Steve’s car as they finally approached it. The back seats were out of view from the house, and lucky for the two of you, he left it completely unlocked.

That’s how you found yourself in the back of his BMW, shirt off and skirt flipped. You were straddling Robin’s waist, your hands gripping the headrest behind her to steady yourself properly. You didn’t know she was packing until now, a long dildo suctioned to a strap tucked perfectly in her jeans. It since has been untucked, pressing against your tummy. Your lips had finally made their way to hers, one of your hands moving to her hair. Your fingers tangled into her locks, your mouths sloppily moving against each other.

The car became about as foggy as your mind was quickly. Robins hands were on your waist, and it made you dizzy. Her touch was intoxicating. She fumbled with your panties for a second, somehow struggling to tug them off. She opted to just push them to the side. Slowly, her thumb brushed against your clit. Your sensitive body reacted immediately, squirming in her lap. She rubbed on your clit almost teasingly, though she couldn’t keep a good pace.

You were in a desperate haze, and all you wanted was for Robins strap to fill you up. Your eyes were begging into hers. You’d broken the kiss just to look at her with desperation. With her careful help, she positioned you better, the tip of her strap now gliding against your folds. Robin slowly eases you down onto her cock, your walls opening up for her gratefully, a soft, thankful moan releasing from your mouth. She held your hips down, your cunt filled to the brim with her.

“Good girl,” she breathed out, slowly beginning to move you on her cock. She helped you move, letting her strap drag in and out of your needy cunt. Robin could tell your desperation was getting the best of you. She positioned you halfway on her cock, before sloppily thrusting her hips up into you. She had no main goal as to where she was trying to hit, though she still managed to thrust her cock deep inside of you. Her lips attached to your neck in a wet kiss, sucking at you more aimlessly than her thrusts. It was a wonder how she managed to suck a hickey onto you.

Robins fingers dug into your skin as she tried to get a good grip on you. Your hips had a mind of its own, and began bucking and grinding against her. It made it a little hard for your girlfriend, however, to fuck you. Her glazed eyes glared down hungrily to your tits, which were bouncing with every weak thrust of hers. Your sensitive body was easy to give out on you, your orgasm approaching with every glide of her cock. You were a lot more pliable while stoned.

What sent you over the edge was the way Robin started squeezing at your ass. It peaked out of your skirt perfectly, she just couldn’t resist. With a clench of your wet cunt, you came all over her strap, eyes rolling to the back of your head. She praised you a few times as you came, your senses amplified from your buzz. You gripped her thankfully, overstimulated from just one orgasm.

It didn’t matter, anyways, a few taps on the window breaking you two away from each other. Steve was outside of the car door, groaning in annoyance. He was rambling on about how you two better look presentable in the next 2 minutes, or “so help me god”. One glance at each other had you erupting into a fit of giggles, bracing each other with large smiles.

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and also @reidsbtch for being so enthusiastic about it

[cherryc1nnam0n]

So I had an idea, what about Robin and her girlfriend reader wanting to have a baby so they convince Eddie to breed Y/n while Robin assists on the process 👀

Cw: For anal sex, unprotected P in V, breeding kink, lots of dirty talk, nipple play, boob play, blowjob (m receiving), ass eating (f receiving), voyeurism, masturbation

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It all started when you guys got baby fever from Nancy and Jonathan's newborn, the soft gurgles and coos of the baby had made your hearts melt

"Robs, we need a baby"

"Yeah we need one"

And the hunt for the bebe had started, finding the right way of having him was difficult, until a certain horny thought popped up in your head

"Eddie?! Really?!"

"Yes! He's perfect, tall, good looking, great hair"

"If you wanna call that rat's nest hair"

"Robiiiin" you whined "I'm serious, he'll say yes"

"I don't know..."

So a few days later there you were, Eddie at you guy's apartment looking baffled at your question

"Would you get me pregnant?"

"W-what, how, why, when, why?!"

"We wanna have a baby, our baby, you would be out of the picture"

Having a baby with no responsibility? The chance to fuck a hot girl and creampie her? With no bounds?! Hell yeah! It's what went through Eddie's mind

"Okay but under two conditions"

"We'll do anything" Robin rushed to say

"One, I want Robin to stay and watch and assist..."

"Done" she replied

"And two, you let me fuck you in the ass first"

That's when you froze, you had never been touched in there, let alone put anything in it, never a dick

"Ummm, I don't know, I've never done that before"

"Come on... It's just one time and then you'll have a cute baby to raise..." he raised his eyebrows "It'll be fun"

You took a deep breath and looked at Robin who squeezed your arm reassuringly, so you nodded at him

"Let's do it"

Fast forward to you on Robin's lap, she's basically worshipping your tits, playing with them, sucking on your sensitive nipples, pulling on them, nursing, you name it, while behind you Eddie is going to town on your puckered hole, licking and kissing all over it

"Fuck I can't wait to fuck this tight lil hole" He went back in to tonguing the insides of your ass while you moaned as Robin kept on massaging your tits

"Okay, I'm going in slow babe"

"O-okay" you said holding onto Robin as she held your ass cheeks open for Eddie to go in easier "Ooooh fuck" your eyes rolled back as he thrusted all the way in

Setting a steady pace you made out with Robin while Eddie watched you intently, your ass was so tight he was gonna cum in any second

"Fuck babe keep your back like that yes fuuuuck" Eddie said holding your lower back down to get your ass perked up to fuck it better

"Fuck, fuck so good babe, gonna cum"

"Don't waste the cum in there, put it inside her"

"Shit fuck"

He quickly pulled out of your ass and thrusted into your pussy, jerking off as he came inside your pussy

"Ooooh fuck Eddie" you moaned

"First load babe, I have plenty more to go"

Now being fingered by your girlfriend while Eddie jerked off in front of you did not have to be so hot, but it sure as hell was

"Come on baby, cum for me babe"

As you were orgasming Eddie pushed his cock inside your clenching pussy, thrusting his hips desperately as your girlfriend held your thighs wide open for the man to fuck you into oblivion

"Oh fuck!"

10 months later...

"She's perfect..." You said holding your newborn baby in your arms

"She's beautiful..." Robin said holding her tiny hand in her finger

"She's... She... She looks just like Eddie" Steve said looking at the baby with a furrowed brow "Right?"

"It might seem crazy what I'm about to say" Eddie said with a shit eating grin

[robinsno1lesbian]

Can u do a Robin smut where she like teaches the reader how to eat pussy? Like she has the reader go down on her and gives her tips to help make her cum

warnings: SMUT!! oral sex (robin receiving), inexperienced reader, first time, pet names (baby, good girl), dirty talk, praise kink, hair pulling, established relationship. (1.1k)

a/n: thank you guys sm for all the requests!! your feedback obviously means a lot + reading your suggestions is definitely a great inspo so, if you have any ideas yourself, keep it up! <3

you’ve never gone down on anyone before her. you had pictured it, in the safety of your own room, had envisioned the taste of her slick against your tongue, the way she’d squirm and moan for you.

but you’d never gotten the chance to, well, practice. and while your lack of experience had never been something that necessarily bothered you, it gets to you now: the fact that you don’t exactly know how to please her, no matter how badly you want to

now that you’re face to face (face to cunt?) with her, you have no clue what to actually do.

robin has her thighs spread on your bedsheets, revealing all of her to you with a soft smile on her lips. she lets you take in the sight patiently and watches with a bemused, blissed out expression.

“like what you see?” she rasps with a gentle nod of her chin.

“mhm” you hum absentmindedly, your gaze still fixated on her. your fingertips gently trace her outer lips and you watch her way she opens up in amazement. robin is pretty, endlessly pretty, with freckles that really do reach everywhere on her skin. she’s wet with arousal, pink and wanting, framed by curls just a shade darker than her dirty blonde hair.

she chuckles, two of her own fingers coming down to rest between her legs, forming a V-shape and spreading herself open for you to see.

“fuck” you mutter underneath your breath. robin is breathtaking, all of her is. you can see her clit from where you’re laying on your stomach. it’s throbbing for you.

“i don’t-“ you finally admit, eyes darting upwards to meet hers. “i don’t really like…know what i’m doing, i guess”

“oh baby” robin whispers, her free hand cupping your cheek so her thumb is running over your bottom lip. “that’s okay. it’s okay. i’ll show you”

“you’ll-“ you tilt your head as you repeat the words. “show me?”

“yeah” she promises assuringly, the pad of her finger still tracing patterns over your skin. “don’t worry. i’ll guide you and tell you what to do yeah? i promise it’ll feel really good”

“okay” you finally agree, eyes darting back to the task at hand. “okay”

“good girl” robin whispers, a little smile flashing over her features.

the first thing you notice when you put your mouth on her is the way robin sounds. her raspy voice gets high-pitched and carries more of those familiar cracks in it. her fingers tighten in your hair and she mutters a quiet “fuck y/n” under her breath.

and then, then you notice the way she tastes. it’s unlike anything you’ve ever had before, her wetness slick against your broad tongue. your eyes roll back in your head involuntarily at the mere taste as you lick through her folds and feel the way she parts for you.

curious and with her voice whispering words of encouragement, you drag your tongue all the way through her, up to her pulsing clit, where you swirl around it in clockwise circles.

“oh my god, baby” robin groans, lifting her head to look down at you. “you’re a fucking natural, y/n, fuck”

spurred on by the constant praise (that sends pleasure right to your core) you flick your tongue against the bud of nerves. robin’s legs tremble around your head as she tries to hold them open for you, her ankles crossing over your back to cage you in.

“you have to- ah- suck it” she explains, her eyes heavy lidded and hazy with want. “suck it baby, wrap your lips around it and- oh! oh, yeah just like that”

you hum around her clit, sending vibrations through robin’s entire body that have the woman above you shivering.

there’s nothing but robin. the taste of her, the scent of her, the feeling of her hands as they grab you by the hair and pull you just a little closer.

“is that good for you?” you gasp, lifting your head from her pussy to catch your breath. the lower half of your face is smeared with her wetness and your spit,

“so fucking good” robin praises, her hand loosening its grip ever so slightly. “gonna make me cum like that? with that pretty mouth of yours?”

you nod, eagerly diving back in. your mouth wraps around her again, sucking like she instructed you to. you’re craving her praise, craving her taste and the way she moans above you.

“oh, right there!” robin gasps, back arching against your mouth. “holy fucking shit baby”

you’re eating her out with determination now, eager for robin to reach her height and release over your mouth. her breathing grows ragged, her hips grinding against you impatiently. robin’s moans are enough to encourage you further, her praise like music to your ears.

cries of “a little to the left” and “you’re doing such a good job for me baby, such a good girl eating my pussy like that” and “oh! right there! right there” are the only things echoing through your room for the next few minutes, only accompanied by the sound of your tongue lapping up her arousal and your own, occasional moans.

you could stay there forever. she could suffocate you with her pussy and you would die for it happily.

eventually, robin’s thighs close around your head, practically crushing it between them.

“y/n” she rasps, browns drawn together in concentration and pleasure. “baby i’m- oh my god your mouth, fuck. i’m so- i’m close”

you double your efforts, eating her out like your life depends on it. you feel it before robin seems to sense it herself -the way she throbs.

and then she cries out.

“oh my god” she rasps. “baby i’m gonna cum! you’re gonna make me cum!”

robin’s eyes meet yours then, in that very moment you push her over the edge with one final, harsh flick of your tongue against her clit before you suck it past your lips.

her legs clamp down around your head and her entire body goes rigid when she reaches her height. her hand reaches for yours. you’re not even sure if she notices any of it but you gladly take it, squeeze it in your own to anchor her as she cums.

you knew robin was pretty, obviously. the prettiest girl you had ever seen, precisely. but this, her face contorted in pleasure, her body heaving, naked and in bliss, might be your new favorite sight to see.

she’s still trembling when you lean back, a string of saliva connecting her pussy to your mouth. she looks down at you hazily, her lips curling up in a proud smile.

“oh y/n” she chuckles breathlessly, craning her neck to see you. “and you were worried you wouldn’t be good at this? god…”

you wipe your chin with the back of your hand right before she pulls you in.

“come here” robin laughs and you kiss the smile right from her mouth. “time to make up, yeah?”

[strangerstilinski]

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: robin is beautiful all of the time, but she's especially gorgeous when she comes. (1.4k)

warnings: reader with a vagina, use of a strap-on, robin receiving, smut, pls let me know if i missed anything, (lil disclaimer: image above is a mannequin & is not meant to resemble the reader in any way)

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝟏𝟖+

dividers by @strangergraphics and @cafekitsune

"Holy shit."

The words are breathless as they fall from Robin's lips. Her jaw has gone a little slack now that you've pushed the silicone cock as far as it will go, your hips finally nestled flush against her own.

You've got your weight resting on one forearm, but you can't help readjusting just a bit so that you can brush a loose strand of hair back from her face. You stroke your thumb softly over the apple of her flushed cheek, the pad of your finger running over the smattering of freckles painting her skin.

"Y'okay?" You check quietly, nose dragging along the length of her own. You press a sticky, sweet kiss to her lips as she nods a little wildly in response to your question.

"Good," Robin promises in a croak, "Good, good. Please move-"

There's no stopping the soft huff of laughter that escapes you at her desperation. Robin is so beautiful like this — needy, pliant underneath you, a little sweaty. God, she's gorgeous.

You place one final kiss to her slack lips before pushing up on your arms a little, knees sinking into the mattress as you try to find your footing. Your naked stomachs slide together as you pull out just a few inches, both of your skin silky and a little sweat slick from the lead up to this. The two of you have spent nearly the last hour rolling around between heated kisses and wandering hands, dominance shifting back and forth until you'd finally asked on a particularly well-aimed curl of your fingers if she wanted you to fuck her.

"Yes," Robin repeats now, a drawn-out moan falling from her lips as you sink back into her heat and begin to find a steady rhythm. "Ohh, baby, tha's good. You're doing.. so good-"

She gasps as her back arches, her legs clamping down around your thighs so she can raise her hips to meet your thrusts a little better. Robin's moan is loud when she finds the angle she'd been searching for, and your cunt pulses in response, a wave of arousal dripping from your folds and coating your inner thighs.

Your wrists ache a little while you try to keep the trajectory of your hips just where she likes it. The muscles in your thighs and backside burn with exertion, but it doesn't take long for Robin's moans make the shift from deep and keening to those wonderfully high, increasingly-desperate little sounds that indicate her orgasm is getting close.

You grunt and take a leap of faith in bracing one hand on the headboard for a little more stability, hitching Robin's thigh a little higher on your hip in the process. Your fingers curl around the top of the bed frame to support your weight as your lips find hers in a mess of teeth and tongue, hungrily swallowing up every one of her delicious sounds.

"Touch yourself." You urge, panting softly into her mouth with another sharp roll of your hips.

The sound of the silicone sinking back into her cunt is drowned out by the way Robin whines at your words. Your sweaty forehead falls against her own, her damp fringe clinging to your skin while she slips a hand down between your bodies.

You watch in a fascinated sort of trance as her eyes roll back as she follows your command. Her eyelashes flutter, the whites of her eyes visible for just a moment before they fall shut with the slick drag of her fingers over her clit. She bumps the hard base of the strap in her quick strokes, her breath hitching a couple of times with aborted moans. Her chest is heaving nearly as hard as yours is as her peak gets closer and closer.

"Gonna come," Robin gasps, hips jumping, sweaty thighs tightening around your waist. Her jaw quivers as her head pushes back into the pillows, chin raising toward the ceiling and blue eyes pinching shut. "Shit, baby I- I'm- fuckkk, ohmygod 'm cumming, I'm-"

Her words cut off with a ragged moan, legs clamping tight around you and pulling your hips flush to her own. She keeps you there as her orgasm rolls through her, grinding herself desperately onto your cock while she continues to brush her fingers over her clit in increasingly distracted little strokes. Your pelvis aches with the way the wide base of the cock digs into you, bruising with the way it's pressing harshly into the top of your mound, but you wouldn't dream of pulling away before she's thoroughly satisfied. Not a chance in hell.

She's stunning with the way her lips are parted on a silent moan. Her face and chest are flushed pink beneath the freckles that cover every inch of her skin, her hair a little wild from being fucked into the pillows, her lips darker than usual and beautifully kiss-swollen. Her breasts bounce with the sharp little quakes of her orgasm, her nipples peaked despite a lack of stimulation. You wish that you could lean down to capture one with your mouth, but you'd have to pull out in order to lean down enough for that to be possible, so instead you settle for dropping down to let your own breasts press against the softness of hers, leaving loving kisses all over face in the meantime.

You're pressing your lips in a sloppy trail over her cheeks and the corner of her mouth when she finally goes lax beneath you. Robin's legs drop from around your waist all at once, her arms star-fishing at her sides. Her eyes crack open to stare unseeingly up at the ceiling behind you for a moment while she tries to catch her breath.

You brace one hand on her hip as you shift back enough to let the strap slip out of her cunt with a wet sound. The pink silicone shines with evidence of her orgasm and it smears onto the outside of her thigh when you fall to the mattress beside her. You slot yourself beneath one of her arms and curl your sweaty body around her own with a sigh, your cheek pressing into the softness of her breast as you finally let your own muscles relax.

"Shit," Robin murmurs finally, a giddy little breathless laugh falling from her lips while she wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer, "Shit, that was.. Wow."

Your chin digs into her sternum when you look up at her, your eyes dragging slow along the underside of her jaw, lingering a little on the pretty shadows of her long lashes kissing her brow bone.

"Is Robin Buckley actually speechless right now?" You tease, fingers digging into the curve of her waist until she snorts in surprise and tries to wriggle away under your weight. "Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?"

"Oh, shut up," Robin snaps with no bite, "So I don't quite meet the usual standards of my witty repartee immediately following an earth shattering, nay, a brain rattling orgasm. Don't pretend your brain is tip-top after you-"

"Earth shattering, huh?" You have to hide your grin behind a kiss to her chest when her narrowed eyes shift down toward you.

"You..." Robin huffs and the hand resting on your shoulder blades trails down to pinch meanly at your hip, "When my limbs are no longer jelly, you.. you're gonna get it. You'll rue the day you made fun of me in such a fragile state."

"Mmm," You hum playfully, "Don't threaten me with a good time, babe."

An adorably disgruntled little grumble pushes past Robin's lips, and before you can even process what's happening, she's scrambling out from underneath you to pin you to the mattress. Her knees push your own apart as she settles on top of you, the heavy silicone of the strap flopping against your belly as you land on your back.

There's a glint in Robin's eye that has butterflies swarming in the pit of your stomach and fluttering straight down into your cunt. Her fingers dig into the meat of your thighs as she pushes back, her head dipping to press a teasing kiss into the sweaty skin of your hip right below one of the straps of the harness.

"Oh, baby, baby, baby.." Robin tuts threateningly, "You are in for it now."

Your pussy throbs. You gulp.

You're in for it, indeed.

[iheartdoll]

Do you have any Robin audios?

Please, I need them!!!!!

Do I have any Robin audios...

Audio list part 4

Audio list part 5

Audio list part 7

Audio list part 10

There are some Female audios in those lists, but I'm putting all my efforts into finding more Female audios for part 12.

Tell me what you think of them!!!

[eds6ngel]

Okay but Ronance x Reader where they show you how to get fucked with the strap? Being spread out on the bed, back leaning against Robin’s chest and thighs spread open over Robin’s while Nancy steps into the harness? Robin rubbing lazy circles over your clit as you both watch Nancy? Finally, Nancy leaning over you to fuck you, whilst the woman behind you makes sure to whispers dirty things into your ear and plays with your clit simultaneously?? 💋💋

-🪷

double the pleasure ᯓᡣ𐭩°⟡ᝰ.ᐟ

nancy wheeler x afab!reader x robin buckley

summary: when your girlfriend nancy brings out her strap for the first time, you feel a little intimidated. but, from the first feeling, you never wish to part from it again.

warnings: SMUT!! afab!reader. sapphic!reader. poly!reader. threesome. strap-on use. boob play. hickies. soft turned rough. mommy kink. established relationship. poly relationship. sapphic!nancy. ronance. use of pet names (honey, baby, babe.) orgasms for everyone !! some fluff at the end. talks of consent. [1.1k].

a/n: thank you for requesting, babe! absolutely loved the idea of this, so just had to tackle it first in my requests. any poly people, feel free to correct me on inaccuracies !! i don’t identify as poly !!

“I-I’ve never used one before.”

Nancy chuckles at you, a sly grin forming on her face as she shows you the glittery, pink dildo in her hand.

It’s pretty, you have to admit. From your limited knowledge of dicks, you guessed it had to be at least six inches in length, a four inch girth at the least. As you admired the toy, you noticed the small vein on the underside, knowing that would feel good up against your smooth, velvet walls.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m not gonna rush you or anything. Robbie can confirm it feels real good though. Can’t you, Robbie?”

You are laying on top of Robin’s chest, her left arm wrapped around your front as her right hand gently rubs up and down your thigh. Every single word she utters tickling against your neck, each sentence of hers being soothed by the harsh sucking of her teeth against your soft skin. “Oh yeah. It feels so good, baby. Especially when she speeds up. She just knows how to hit all the right spots.”

“And honey,” Nancy directs towards you, your lidded eyes lifting to make eye contact with your girlfriend, “If anything hurts at any time, do not be afraid to let me know, ‘kay? Want this to feel so incredibly good for you.”

“Okay…” you breathlessly let out, Robin’s hand getting dangerously close to your mound.

“Robbie, keep her open for me, ‘kay?” Nancy directs the other girl, “Rub her pretty little clit for me. Make sure she’s nice and wet. Don’t want to break her after all.”

Robin’s movements on your bud are just right. Her actions are lazy, yet firm, putting down just enough pressure for the pleasure to softly sit in the pit of your stomach. Just like you, she is too mesmerised by the sight of Nancy’s long legs stepping into the harness, so delicately and simply tightening the harness around her legs and front.

“Check her for me, Robbie. How wet is she?”

Robin knew exactly what Nancy wished of her, her hand dipping lower as she pushes two fingers into your heat, a choked moan releasing from your mouth. She pushes her fingers to the hilt, curling them slightly before pulling them back out.

As Nancy finishes tightening up the harness, she leans forward to inspect Robin’s fingers. Eyes flicking between the both of you laying down in front of her, she takes them into her mouth, sucking them clean and moaning at the flavour.

“Mmm, I think she’s ready. Such a needy girl, getting wet just at the sight of me and Robin’s poor, little actions.”

Nancy takes her palm and wipes it up your mound, using your slick as lube as she rubs the juices all over her dick.

“Perfect, perfect. Just the right amount. You’re so good for me, baby. So good for us,” she praises, “You ready to take mommy’s dick? I’ll start off slow, I promise.”

You nod ferociously, the movement of Robin’s hand back on your clit so agonisingly slow that you needed that extra dose of pleasure.

And just as you pleaded, Nancy slowly sinks the strap into your pussy, your walls hugging it tightly as she pushes to the hilt.

“Mmm, so fucking good for me, honey. Look at that, Robbie. Look how good our girl took it.”

Nancy slowly pulls out, before pushing all the way back in, creating a steady pace for you to enjoy.

Robin’s breath is still fanning on your neck, her voice low and sultry as she begins to whisper the dirtiest phrases into your ear.

“Taking her dick so well, baby. So perfect for your mommy. Poor pussy cannot let go of her.”

You can’t utter a word back, all that’s escaping your mouth being a guttural “Uh” every time Nancy hit the back of your pussy.

“Think she’s too cockdrunk for us, baby,” Nancy speeds up her pace, her hands coming to massage your perky breasts, “Poor thing can’t even get out a sentence, can you, honey?”

You swallow thickly as Nancy takes your nipple into her mouth, Robin’s fingertips pressing a little deeper on your clit, “F-Feels so good.”

“I know it does, pretty girl,” Nancy replies, bucking her hips in a particular harsh thrust, Robin letting out a gasp herself.

Her thrusts become more rapid, Robin letting out soft moans as she whispers out, “Balls are hitting my clit, babe. Shit!”

“Oh, are they?” she chuckles smugly, “Both my girls getting pleasured at once? What a sight to see.”

The room is filled with grunts, gasps, and moans, the bed creaking loudly with the sheer strength and weight of the three of you, the smell of sweat and sex lingering in the atmosphere.

“N-Nance, baby. Getting close,” you mumble out, Robin’s moaning directly into your ear, her hand struggling to keep a solid pace on your clit, her high slowly building up also.

In a harsh movement, Nancy grabs Robin’s hand from your clit, the other from your waist and pins them either side of her head, hovering over the both of you, hips bucking more frantically, trying to get you both to cum at the same time.

“Pleasure yourself, baby. Get yourself there. Get yourself to cum on mommy’s dick.”

You obey her orders immediately, right hand sneaking down to your clit, rubbing fast circles as your other gripped Nancy’s waist tightly, leaving marks in your movement.

Robin is the first to let go, a sharp whine being let out in your ear as her body shakes beneath you, Nancy grunting, turning into a whine as she bucks wildly into you, pushing you towards the edge.

“Come on, baby. I got you. Cum for mommy. Cum for me.”

And with that demand, you let go, Nancy pounding you through your high, juices coating the pink dildo as she also lets out a squeal, turned loud moan.

Coming down from your highs, Nancy puts her full body weight on top of you, Robin letting herself be crushed by the two of you, settling into a post-orgasm bliss.

“So… how did you find the strap?” Nancy asks you between pants.

You let out a soft giggle in response, “Put that in the regular use box. Gonna need that a lot more often.”

The three of you giggle together as you finally say in a sultry voice, “Although, maybe next time I could try it on.”

And both Nancy and Robin were definitely down for that.

taglist: @agxxb

[blckbrrybasket]

1. “Hotter Than A Burning Fire”

Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

꒰Face Sitting + Inexperienced꒱ - 1.6k

• oral (f receiving), mentions of fingering and masturbation, friends to lovers

kinktober m.list

Your hand swept over the wrinkles of the blankets, smoothing them down only for another ripple to appear where you couldn’t reach it. A groan erupted from your mouth, only silenced when Robin dropped her hand on top of the ripple, eliminating it. You snickered and turned to look at her lying beside you, “Thank you,” you said in a sing-song voice.

Yet, she didn’t look as amused as she usually would. In fact, Robin looked worried. “Robin?” She blinked at her name, snapping out of whatever daze it was. You had no clue her trance was due to the fact you had abandoned your shirt on the floor from the heat. Robin had done the same, severely underestimating what seeing you in your underwear would do to her body and mind.

Both of you had your feet propped up on your respective pillows, laying upside down in the heated room. The summer in Hawkins was hot, but the humidity was unbearable at best. Even with your ceiling fan at full blast you were sticky from the muggy heat. Robin was in the same boat, except her shorts were more uncomfortably syrupy when she noticed the outline of your soft nipples under your bra.

So much was shown yet not enough. Robin had opted for wearing a pair of your smaller shorts, the secure material making it hard to ignore the slick being pressed back up against her heated skin. “Huh?” Robin asked blindly, turning her head to look at you. “Are you okay?” Your voice was breathless, laughing out your question at her red face.

Her mouth felt dryer than a fucking desert when she studied your face. Robin’s eyes felt a magnetic pull to look at your chest again, but she held back, internally panicking at her turmoil. “Yeah. No, yeah I’m okay…totally fine. Why?” The corner of your lips curled up towards a smirk, “You look a little hot over there.” If her cheeks hadn’t been red before, they were one hundred percent cherry red now.

“What!?” She blurted out to your shock and bemusement, shooting up. “You look…hot? Ohhhh!” You erupted into giggles, sitting up after her. “No, no, like temperature wise, Rob. But I mean, sure that way too.” Robin had died and gone to heaven, she was sure of it. Sometime between you taking your shirt off and the both of you lying down she had succumbed to heatstroke. “You can’t say that!”

“Why can’t I? I just did.” You teased, leaning into her space when you sensed her fluster. It didn’t take a fortune teller to show how riled up she was, your words aside. You honestly didn’t know how she had figured you wouldn’t notice the way her thighs had been rubbing together for the past few minutes. Robin choked, leaning back when you leaned towards her, your arm slithering around her waist to pull her back onto the bed, and you, when she slipped. “Careful,” you murmured smugly.

Shit. If that wasn’t the hottest thing she had heard, she didn’t know what was. All she could do was nod at your warning, leaning back into you. When she noticed your eyes trailing down she let hers fall, looking at her thighs spreading over your knees. It wasn’t the first time you’d been in a compromising position, not by a long shot. It also wasn’t the first time she felt like this.

She could go home and finger herself to quell the ache for a bit, but it always came back around you. Only you. She wanted you so badly it hurt, even without a notch of experience under her belt. You could take the lead, she wouldn’t mind one bit. Robin could sometimes mask how much you messed with her head, but watching a droplet of her arousal roll down her freckled thigh she knew there was no hiding that.

The click of your tongue had her perking her head up, lips parting in surprise when your fingertip swept up her inner thigh. “You’re that hot?” Your question was borderline a joke knowing it wasn’t sweat, but it offered her a way out. She felt the pause of your fingers, settling where you had smeared her wetness. However, your reaction spurred her on. You hadn’t seemed grossed out, the opposite of it with how your eyes were locked on the silhouette of her cunt in your shorts.

Robin couldn’t tear her eyes away from your face though, “No.” “Are you finally speechless?” The following silence answered your question, eyes finding her wide ones. “Need me to take care of that?” Surely, she was truly dead this time. Her slow nod wasn’t good enough for you, fingers sliding away. “Please,” she whined, face dropping to a pathetic pleading expression.

You grinned, all teeth when your fingers roughly hooked around the edge of your shorts, dragging her forward. “There’s my talkative girl.” Robin rewarded you with a shaky sigh, eyes falling shut as your fingers relaxed, turning to slide through her folds. You had no clue she had gone commando under your shorts, but the wet material you felt on the back of your knuckles removed any potential aversion to her choice. You’d use them later, but for now you needed to take care of her.

Robin’s folds were so swollen you could easily sink two flattened fingers between them and have them disappear without having to push them into her fluttering entrance. “Why don’t you get out of these?” If the offer wasn’t enough, the way your fingers curled to gently pet her pussy had her head reeling. “Good idea,” she rushed to bend over, your fingertips barely dipping into her cunt at the new angle, slipping out to give her space.

Her eyebrows pinched together when she whined, hurriedly shoving her shorts off. You watched as she squirmed in frustration, kicking them haphazardly. Granting her more room, you turned and laid back on your bed, licking your fingers clean. Her musk was tangy, wetness thick like molasses. Perfect.

Robin triumphantly let the shorts fall to the ground, slipping them off her ankle, when she raised her head to look at you. The shape of your fingertips poked at your cheeks as you sucked your fingers clean. “Jesus,” she sighed, stumbling to crawl over you. Robin seemed to realize what position you were in, pausing to hover over your abdomen.

You answered her before she needed to ask where to sit. Well…you answered in a way. Smirking, you tapped your lips with two fingers that still shone with your spit. “No way,” Robin gasped. “I’ll crush you!” You laughed at her statement, “Good way to go,” you murmured. The palms of your hands wrapped around the backs of her thighs, urging her up your body. Robin shakily moved up to kneel over your face.

“Are you sure?” Her voice came out as a squeak, cut off by you confidently pulling her down. The first thing you felt was the heat of her pussy soaking into your skin, the second being her actually soaking her skin. Robin whined, squirming as she tried to get used to sitting on your face while she held onto the headboard.

Only once she finally settled, did you draw your tongue up through her folds. Tasting her on your fingers was good, but nothing compared to it straight from the source. Instantly, Robin gave a wobbly mewl, not surprising you that she was loud. With how often she rambled on or was brash in day-to-day settings, it made it plausible that she was loud in bed. You definitely had never thought about it before.

Did it even matter to deny it anymore when Robin was humping your face so desperately? One second you were lapping languidly at her cunt, the next her hips speeding up newfound determination. Laying your tongue flat, you let her ride it as she pleased. “Oh shit, ohmygod. Thank you, thank you..” Any following words died in her throat as you flicked your tongue against her sensitive clit.

Something akin to a squeal left her lips, her hips jolting yet not moving far with your grip on her thighs keeping her to your face. Her hands clutched the wood of your headboard, straining under her grip and she knew she would be addicted to your mouth. Robin couldn’t find it inside herself to be embarrassed at the sounds her pussy made, molten on your mouth. You didn’t care either, pulling her down further to put your heart and soul into teasing her clit.

Swirling the tip of your sharp tongue around the bundle of nerves, your lips cupped it gently contrasting how you sucked adamantly. Robin fell farther into silence, at a loss for words, hips almost bouncing as she tilted her head back. Her blue eyes disappeared from sight, rolling back as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

She wished she could verbalize how good it felt, to keep doing that right there, but this was a rare occasion of her completely shutting up. The only indication of her impending release was her tensing body and the choked sound she finally let pass her chapped lips.

One, two, three sucks more and her thighs were clamped around your head. Your reward came as did she, salty cum dripping into your mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut at your happy moan when you hungrily drank her up. Stars burst behind her eyes at your continued ministrations, disgustingly loud sounds finally leaving her again.

You took the cue, reluctantly unlatching from her bullied pussy. Robin sat mounted on your face, head fuzzy until you tapped her thigh a moment later. She slowly moved back, sitting on your chest as she panted and looked down at you. “That good?” Even with her blurry vision she could see your wide smirk. “Shut up,” She smiled, leaning down to lick your soaked chin clean.

tags: @babybatlover, @starrgurl46, @wowzers-07, @nenukkjhj, @morgan0lw21, @kinokomoonshine, @slut4ddn, @marirxse, @chx-rrryc0la, @adventures-of-impala, @shesadilema13

[stevesgother]

I Wish I Knew You (Before It Felt Like A Sin)

As the daughter of a devout Catholic preacher, you've spent your entire life being the model child your parents always wanted-- obedient, faithful and never straying from the path laid out for you.

So, what happens when you befriend the loud, awkward and unabashedly herself Robin Buckley-- who sees you for who you truly are? Torn between the love you've been taught is righteous and the love you feel in the very depths of your soul, will love win? Or will you stay the ever-dutiful daughter you'd always been?

Part I - American Teenager

[strangerxperv]

hiiii id like to request a robin buckley x reader smut, maybe one where robin’s this desperate loser lesbian archetype and she has a huge crush on reader, reader ends up letting robin fuck her however she wants. sorry if this isn’t how you’re supposed to request, i couldn’t find a request button!! thank you!! :)

A request I've been sitting on

Robin Buckley x popular Reader

Minors fuck off

NSFW

word count: 1K

You're popular, like truly popular and friendly with literally everyone. Friends with jocks, nerds, druggies, outcasts, and other popular people (just as a few examples). Being a class clown with charisma sprouting like flowers in spring has its perks.

It's the reason Robin has such a crush on you and can't help but follow after you. You're both besties! The kind where one jokes about fucking the other and that friend desperately wants it to be a reality. She wants to see how pretty your clit is and how good you taste.

Robin's seen you naked thanks to gym class and the occasional slumber parties. She knows what color your nipples are and how much hair is on your pelvis. The way your ass jiggles when you pull up your panties.

Robin knows what your favorite panties and bras are, it's memorized, she even knows your sizes. Hell! You've even posed while wearing lingerie to get Robin's friendly opinion.

What she doesn't know is that you've figured her out, her little secret. You still remember the first time Robin saw you completely nude. You thought she broke her jaw from how hard her jaw hit the floor.

The way she looked you up and down. Blue eyes lingering on your tits and sliding down to your pussy, seemingly stuck. Robin's eyes widen when she sees that you're wet, slick shining.

You pieced it all together after that and loved to make her squirm. Flirting with the brunette was your favorite pass time and left you more than wet. You wanted to see how long it would take her to notice that you knew. You wondered how long it would take for her to snap, what will she do?

Which leads you to now, with your legs spread wide and cunt glistening in front of your best friend, "Is my ex right? Does it look gross?"

Her blue eyes are eclipsed with black that snap up to your face before taking in your entirety. "He's an idiot. If I were a guy I'd be hard as hell."

"You aren't hard? Clits get hard but you said you aren't, so it's not pretty?"

Robin's face reddens and she licks her lips before speaking, "No, I'm definitely hard. It's so fucking hot. Like, seriously hot." Her trembling words encourage your hand to slide down. Gently you spread your cunt open to show your twitching clit and sopping hole. "Whoa."

Her whisper buffs onto your slit and lads on your pearl forcing more slick onto the bed. "Well, I don't know that for sure." You pause, "Can I see?" Her head snaps up at you so fast you worry for her neck and if it might hurt later.

"Y-you want to see, you want to see my...down there?" Robin's face couldn't possibly get any more red and she holds her breath.

"Well...we are both girls so it's not a big deal plus we're both besties! And, to be fair, you've seen me." Still your legs are spread while you keep your lips open. "Would it help if I took everything off?"

With that you remove your hand and whip the shirt over your head. Making fast work of your bra to toss onto the floor. Your tits bounce with the movement leaving you completely nude. "Does this help? Can I see if you're hard?"

At this point you could ask Robin to murder someone and she'd agree. How could she refuse her crush? Especially when she's completely naked on her bed with spread legs.

Robin stands silently and fumbles with the button on her jeans then struggles to pull the zipper down. Shucking them down quickly to kick it aside before yanking her panties off and kicking them aside too. Robin climbs onto the bed and spreads her own tan legs.

You close your thighs and sit up onto your knees crawling to her. In a few short moments you're between her legs. Your hand slides up the bed to below Robin and up the inside of her thigh, it's slick. "I can't see." Comes your breathy explanation as you gently spread her open.

Her clit is a pretty pink color and standing at attention, stiff, and it calls to you. Blowing purposefully onto the shiny pearl makes it twitch desperately. Robin let's out a surprised gaspy moan with her head thrown back.

"You really are hard for me. Does that mean you wanna fuck me? When boys are hard that means they do." You want her to say it. Say that she needs you as much as she needs you.

"Mmm..." Her blue eyes lock with your own pretty eyes, "I want to...I-I do." It's not that Robin is unsure of her feelings but she is afraid.

"Why? Do you like me like a boy does?"

"Please, please don't be mad." There's tears in her blue eyes as she begins to close her legs.

But before she can you're between them pressed against her. Your lips are on her own in a gentle embrace that makes her gasp. Your slick tongue flicks her lower lip announcing it's presence. Slithering into Robin's mouth the wet appendage tangles with her own.

"I could never hate you Robin. Not for this. I know how you feel and I obviously feel the same. Never, never question this." You lay one more quick kiss onto her plump lips, "Since you've liked me longer I think you should fuck me first, however you want me."

Those words seem to spur her forward as she flips you onto your back, "You've known the entire time. You little fucking tease! Do you know how many panties you've ruined and how many nights I had to feel guilty? Cumming to you was the best and worst thing up to this point." She bites your neck until you're crying out her name, "Tonight you're gonna make it all better cause I'm gonna punish you till I feel better."

[littlexdeaths]

was thinking about what would happen if you took robin home to meet your folks for christmas, and you had to share the shitty pull out sofa bed in their living room. enjoy xx.

warnings: 18+ freaks only, fingering, little sprinkle of dom!robin

“Robs, please.” you plead, gasping when her fingers meet your cunt with a wet smack.

“Shh,” she coos softly, resting her chin on your shoulder. The fold out bed creaks loudly in protest as she shifts her hips, keeping your back pressed to her front. “You’ll wake everyone up, baby.”

And while you know she’s right, your parents are literally just down the hall—the desire coursing through your veins has you pushing your hips back with a newfound desperation. Her soft giggle tickles your cheek, her slick fingers gripping your hip to stop any further wiggling.

Robin waits a minute more, partly due to her own paranoia that your parents will come bursting into the living room at any given moment and discover exactly what the two of you are doing under their roof. But she’s satisfied when the only thing she hears is your elevated breathing and the blizzard raging outside.

You swallow down a whimper when her fingers dip back between your thighs, burying your face deeper into the pillow in an attempt to muffle any other sounds that happen to escape your mouth.

“You’ve been so desperate for it all night, huh?” She teases, the pad of her middle finger ghosting over your clit. “My sweet girl just needed me to take care of her, is that it?”

Your frantic nod has another soft giggle echoing in your ears, your teeth digging harshly into your lip when her fingers continue lower and carefully slip inside your aching center. You want to cry out of pure relief as she stretches you out slowly, carefully adding another digit when you wiggle your hips back against her again.

While you should feel embarrassed when it’s your cunt that cries out when she slips a third finger inside, it’s her reaction that makes you all the more insatiable. The sound has Robin burying her face into the curve of your neck, your skin muffling the soft whine that leaves her lips. She grinds her hips against your backside, in search of some much needed friction.

But she knocks your hand away when you try and reach back to touch her, instead spreading your thighs further apart to thrust her fingers back inside you. Another muffled moan leaves her lips when your body makes that deliciously wet sound again.

“Who’s the desperate one now?” you taunt with a breathless giggle.