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ddejavvu · 5 months
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Play wrestling with your gf Robin Buckley, but Steve walks in and practically shrieks because he thinks you two are doing something wildly different
In Steve's defense, you are biting Robin's thigh. But you're biting her thigh to overpower her, which- doesn't sound much better. But you're wrestling - really wrestling, not wrestling.
You've got her pinned to the wall, and you'd dropped to your knees to gnaw at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The pinch from your teeth is meant to make her knees give out, and once she's on the floor you'll grab her wrists and pin them to her back. Then you'll declare yourself the winner before she can escape. It's meant to be a foolproof plan, but- well, Steve Harrington has been called a fool before. Perhaps no plan is foolproof enough for him.
He's accustomed to walking into Robin's room like it's his own, but this time you're sure he wishes he'd knocked. He finds you kneeling between Robin's legs, face buried in her thigh a little too close to what's between them for Steve's comfort.
He screams. He screams, and slaps a hand over his eyes, and stumbles backwards all at once, which means he goes tumbling back down Robin's staircase. Her bedroom is right at the top of it, and the hallway is evidently not wide enough for Steve to stop in before he falls right back down the way that he came.
You both dart to the staircase and watch as he lands at the base with a sickening thud, and a groan that you've come to associate with visits to the emergency room.
"Steve?" Robin calls, feet pounding against the stairs as she races to his side. She prods at his temple, and when he grumbles something incoherent in response, she lifts his head off of the floor. She cradles it in her hands, checking for his pulse, "Steve, can you hear me?"
"Yes, dipshit, stop poking me," He swats her hand away when he regains the wind that was knocked out of him, and he sits up while glaring at you where you stand at the top of the staircase.
"That was fucking disgusting." He accuses. You're fairly certain you have the right to do whatever you want with your girlfriend in her own home, but you'd just caused Steve possible brain damage, so you don't point that out.
"We were play-fighting," Robin huffs, rubbing the back of her hand where Steve had smacked her, "You're the one who didn't knock."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I've been your best friend for two years," Steve gripes, struggling to his feet and rubbing at the back of his head where you presume it hit a step, "I didn't know I had to alert the presses to my arrival. Listen- you two," He turns his glare back to you, "I'm- happy for you, okay? But don't- don't ever do that shit again. Close the door, put a sock on it, put up a sign, I don't care, just- never again."
Steve chooses to ignore your rather snippy 'Yes, sir,' in favor of exaggerating a wince as he prods at a sensitive spot near the base of his neck. "Un-fucking-believable," He scoffs, "Another concussion, and this one didn't even come from an interdimensional monster.
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astermath · 8 months
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pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader
summary: robin falls head over heels for the cool girl renting horror movies at family video. steve can’t believe her awkward shyness is actually landing her a date, but he’s happy for her nonetheless.
word count: idk kinda short lol under 1K
notes: just wanted to write a little blurb, then it turned into something else, so enjoy this short little meet cute with robin ♡
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Robin really is that love at first sight kinda girl.
She’s the type of girl to be busy sorting tapes at family video, when you walk in, all pretty femininity and mysterious aura around you. And suddenly she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She doesn’t know where she is, why she’s there, hell, she probably wouldn’t be able to tell you her name if she asked.
She doesn’t stop staring at you, not when you enter and not when you walk over to the horror section to pick something out. Only when Steve nudges her in her side, she snaps out of it, looking more flustered than ever.
“Dude, can you not?”
“Sorry man, it just— looked like you were falling asleep with your eyes open! What’s with you anyways?”
Robin doesn’t respond, simply averting her eyes to the cash register and hoping Steve doesn’t pry any further.
Which would have worked, if you weren’t talking to her right now.
“I’m sorry, can I—“
“Yes! Yes, absolutely, you can…” Robin trails off, realising she hasn’t even let you finish your request. Her own eagerness embarrasses her to no end, her face heating up and her cheeks now closely resembling the colour of a tomato.
To her surprise, you giggle. You’re not awkward about it at all, which somehow makes her fall for you even harder.
“I was gonna ask what the latest time would be when I’d be able to return this.” you smile, and the blonde girl is certain it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.
“Oh! Yeah, totally, no problem! It’s uh— a great choice, by the way. I love friday the 13th, sooo good, all that horror stuff, a huge fan—“
“A week.” Steve interrupts her rambling.
“Huh?” Robin turns to her friend.
“To answer her question, since you’re too busy being head over heels over here.”
You chuckle again, and Robin genuinely thinks her head is going to explode. Not only is her best friend making fun of her in front of you, but you’re not even making her feel bad about it. It’s like you find it cute or something. How crazy is that?
“Cool, I’ll just uh,” you hold up the tape, “rent this one then.”
Robin rings you up, her hands moving faster than her mind, and she hopes you don’t notice the slight shakiness in them. It’s not every day the prettiest girl in the whole world shows up at her job, so she’s not exactly prepared.
“Thanks,” you take the tape from her along with the receipt, your fingers touching slightly when she slides them over. Now you’re the one who’s getting the butterflies.
“So, you said you were a fan of horror movies?”
Robin nods enthusiastically, while Steve has to bite his tongue to hold back from saying that that’s the biggest lie ever. Robin isn’t a coward, not at all, but she’s the worst at scary movies. She’s just saying all this to impress you. She doubts it’s working though.
“Well, I was gonna watch this alone, but…” you grab a pen off the counter and scribble down your number on the receipt. “If you feel like watching it together, give me a call…” you pause to read her name tag. “Robin.” You smile again. “Nice name.”
“T-Thanks! You uh, you too!”
“Thanks, even though I… Haven’t told you yet.” You write your name down next to the number. “Now you know.”
“Huh…” She reads it over, not being able to keep herself from smiling like she’s sunshine incarnate. “That is a really nice name though.”
You grin, grabbing the tape off the counter and stuffing it in your bag. “Well, Robin, I’m free this Friday, if you wanna take me up on the offer.” You start walking backwards and give her a quick wave. “See y’around.”
She waves back, although more hesitant. Frankly, she’s still processing the entire encounter, and the fact that you’re real. Someone as beautiful as you exists, talked to her, even gave her your number. She didn’t know a reality like that was possible.
“I can’t believe that worked.” Steve scoffs in disbelief, though he’s pretty stoked for Robin all in all. He wants his friend to find her special person as much as he does for himself.
“Yeah,” she stares as you walk off, “me too.”
The freckled girl groans loudly and drops her head into her hands. “Why the fuck did I say any of that? Why do I always just keep talking?”
“I don’t see the big deal Buckley,” her coworker leans against the counter, “you got your date, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but then what? Then what do I do? I might have been able to charm her with my awkward idiocy this time, but what if we watch the movie and she finds out I’m a huge wuss!” She gestures around wildly with her hands, earning a confused stare from one of the older customers.
“This is going to sound so stupid, and I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he runs his hand through his brown locks, “but just like, be yourself? She seems nice enough, I’m sure she won’t judge you for being a total scaredy cat.”
“Not helping, Harrington.” She gives him a defeated look.
“Sorry, you know what I mean.”
“But what if she does?”
“What?”
“What if she does judge me? I mean jesus Steve, I wouldn’t blame her! She’s like— way out of my coolness league! She’s practically doing charity work watching a movie with me.”
Steve scoffs. “Don’t sell yourself short, Buckley, you’re plenty cool. Besides, if she does judge you, then clearly she’s not worth it. But again, I think you’ll be fine.”
“Yeah,” she sighs, already picturing her holding onto you in fear of a completely fictional serial killer. “I guess you’re right.” She goes quiet for a moment, before she’s back to daydreaming about the whole scenario. The two of you on your couch, shoulders touching, maybe an arm around her, hands brushing when you reach for the popcorn, all that sappy stuff…
“Buckley?”
Maybe you’d find it cute that she gets scared. Maybe you’d wanna protect her. She gets that vibe from you, that you’d keep her safe from all the Freddy Kruegers and Jason Voorhees of the world.
“Robin!”
Steve snaps her out of her daydreaming, gesturing towards Keith who’s about to enter the store.
“You two organise those tapes like I asked you to?” Their manager isn’t even looking at them, struggling with putting away his car keys.
Robin swipes the tapes off the counter and stuffs them randomly into the two boxes. That’s a problem for later.
“Yup! All sorted! Good thing I love organising stuff!” She laughs awkwardly, and Steve is fighting for his life trying not to laugh.
She’s got bigger things to worry about right now. Like what to wear for her date with you. And what kind of snacks you like to eat with your movies. And how she’s going to explain that the scariest thing she can handle is Frankenweenie.
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ssweetleaf · 10 months
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Reader has their nips pierced and poor Robbie doesn’t know what to do! She’s just stuttering and drooling poor thing!! Let her lick them<3
😵‍💫 SMUT under the cut
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With an open mouth and wide eyes, Robin stared at the pretty swells of your tits— watching them rise and fall with each breath you took, drool collecting at the corner of her lips and beginning to slip, just itching to have your pretty nipples between them and have a taste of the cool metal bars that peaked out.
It all started out as some giggly stupor— innocent at first, asking poor Robbie if she’d seen a girl’s tits before.
“I’ve seen them in movies—” she said, stuttering over her words, cheeks starting to flush. “b-but not in real life.”
“Did you— did you wanna see mine?” You asked, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt and gazing up at her from beneath your lashes. “Y’know, for experimental purposes.”
“Yes! I mean— yeah, that sounds— nice.”
So, all giggly and flushed, you lifted you shirt up and Robin raised her hands, eager to touch before settling them back into her lap. She needed your approval first.
And once you snapped the latch that supported your bra, you could hear her shaky exhale once the weight of your tits fell, bra tossed to the floor and nipples all stiff and pebbled. But the thing that had her breath hitching, nestled between both of your nipples, two metal bars, glinting in the light of the lamp beside you and a little whimper escaped when she caught sight of the little hearts that adorned either side of the jewellery.
Oh, fuck. She didn’t realise you had your nipples pierced!
“D’you like them, Robbie?” You preened, all sickly-sweet and eyes all honeyed for her, fluttering your lashes and purposefully shifting closer, causing your tits to jiggle crudely.
She nodded, eyes still wide as saucers, unable to shift her gaze from the soft mounds and stiff peaks, her fingers twitching, the need to touch consuming her and she had to clamp her thighs shut, heat swelling between them, her clit throbbing furiously.
“C-can I touch them?” Her eyes finally flicked to yours, eager and shuffling her knees along the carpet to get even closer, feeling the heat radiate from your warm skin, and the slight sheen of your flesh in the stuffy room.
You nodded prettily, palms on her thighs, smoothing up and down, thumbs dipping cheekily between the apex of her clenching thighs.
“Of course— want you to.”
And you expected her to bring her hands up, feel the weight of your tits in her palms and tweak your little buds with her thumbs, though she did no such thing— instead, lowering her face to nuzzle against your skin before seeking out a nipple and wrapping her lips around it, suckling deeply, her eyelids fluttering closed at the feeling.
“Oh—” you moaned, pressing a hand to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her tresses and tugging lightly at the roots, whining when she lathered her tongue along the cool metal piercing, nipping at it slightly with her teeth. “such a dirty girl, Robbie.”
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munsonsbtch · 4 months
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18+ ONLY MDNI!
“shhh it’s okay baby you can take it.”
robin looks up at you from your position in her lap, her fingers gripping the skin of your hips as she slowly lowers you onto her silicone cock. another noisy whimper escapes you, her hand leaving hips to cover your mouth with her palm. muffling anymore sounds from escaping your lips, one of her brows raising as she gave you that look.
“i told you kitten… you need to be quiet. what would steve think if he could hear you right now?”
you normally would wait for nights when you both knew steve wouldn’t be home, but robin had surprised you with this new toy. and there was no way you were saying no her, but she had one condition— that you were quiet. and you were trying, but it felt so good you couldn’t help yourself. she promptly removes her hand from your mouth, fingertips trailing down the curve of your breast. causing you to shiver, goosebumps breaking out across your skin.
“now… think you can be my good girl and listen?”
you merely nod your head, biting your lower lip as take more of her strap inside you. the thick base stretching you beyond anything you’d felt before. the ridges brushing against your walls in such a delicious manner it made your held fall back, eyes fluttering shut. robin is quick to tilt your head back down towards her, her blue eyes watching you with a hunger that made you clench harder around the silicone toy. now seated fully, your breath coming out in small pants as robin slowly guides your hips to start riding her.
“that’s it… such a good girl for me baby.”
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heartbreak-sandwich · 4 months
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I have been CORRUPTED by insane, gay, sexy thoughts of Robin today thanks to this fic, so hear me out - (NSFW incoming)
You, Robin, a strapless dildo, and a Hitachi wand because of course she has a treasure trove of toys to torture you with.
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"Lay back. Relax -- or don't. You're cute when you're nervous," Robin drawls, biting her lip coquettishly.
You lay back slowly on the bed, keeping your gaze on her as she kneels in front of you, her strawberry blonde bangs dusting her dark eyelashes as she leans forward and pushes your skirt up, bunching it around your hips.
She palms at your clothed pussy through your nylons, rubbing up and down slowly, eliciting tiny gasps from you each time she presses her fingertips to your clit.
She smiles wider now and pulls a tote from under the bed. She reaches up and pushes down on your chest, forcing your back down against the bed and your eyes up to the ceiling.
"This part's a surprise. No peeking." She ghosts her fingers over your lips before you hear her rummaging around in the tote, the lid closing, and her sliding the entire box back under the bed.
You feel her touch between your legs again, but it's different this time. You hear the tearing of fabric as she rips a wide hole into your nylons and moves your panties to the side.
You gasp louder this time at the slick sliding of her velvet tongue through your folds. She lets out a soft laugh against you, her warm breath making the goosebumps on your skin stand at attention.
Robin loves you like this.
Her tongue feels so good, but it's almost not enough. You need more to bring you to that fiery edge you crave.
"Robin," you almost whisper.
She stops and looks up at you, scrunching her nose with a devilish grin.
"Always so desperate," she purrs before pressing a wet kiss to your clit and sucking it into her mouth. You moan loudly, letting your head fall back onto the bed as your hands find her soft hair, tangling your fingertips into her tresses and pulling gently.
You're surprised when the contact stops with a pop, and she stands up, grabbing her strapless dildo and sucking the short end into her mouth, her icy blue eyes keeping yours in a chokehold before she lets a long string of spit slide out onto the toy, not batting an eye when some drips languidly onto the floor. Resting one leg up on the bed, she pushes it inside of her until it sits perfectly in place.
She stares down at you and smirks.
"I need more of you," you whine as she picks up the thick wand, giving it a twirl before turning it on, the low buzzing sound making your walls clench in anticipation.
"Be careful what you wish for," she burns before pushing the wand hard against your clit, causing you to cry out and buck your hips.
"I'm gonna make you beg to cum on this cock." You feel the sweet, searing stretch of her dildo filling you up almost too quickly before she angles herself just right and rolls her hips into yours over and over again.
Robin's moans are louder than yours now as she fills you to the brim, bringing the head of the wand to rest exactly where you two are connected, turning the vibration up higher. She grinds her own clit against it so that each movement pushes harder into you everywhere.
Reaching up with both arms, you grab desperately at her perky tits, instantly finding her hardened nipples through her button down, and you pinch and twist just the way she likes it.
Robin's eyes brim with tears as she lets out choked up gasps, and her mouth falls open, her words barely decipherable through her bliss.
"I'm -- I'm cumming."
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milkiane · 2 years
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GOLDEN GIRL. robin buckley.
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summary: steve flirts with the cool beautiful tourist who visits family video for her girlfriend.
warnings: profanities. suggestive comments. embarrassed steve. gif credits to @dykejaskiers
word count: 1.4k
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steve doesn’t know how everything went off the rails or why he suddenly has six kids under his wing – seven if you include robin. he used to be king steve, now he’s mom steve to a pack of fifteen-year-old shitheads.
where are their parents? it’s a question steve wishes he has an answer to.
the said shitheads were currently huddled at the corner of family video. it was a monday so they were the only ones keeping him busy. he had to drag the staff room’s television out and let them choose a film from the newly shipped releases after getting blackmailed by dustin.
“farrah fawcett.” dustin mouthed. he was lucky keith was out for a two-week vacation.
steve glared at him like there was no tomorrow — other than the mean blackmailing, it was peaceful. they were quiet, aside from occasional comments and laughter. steve basks it all in.
robin is out back, rewinding tapes, and steve is, yet again, stuck by the counter whilst looking out for the kids because where else will steve be without his children?
the overhead bell rings, signaling a customer, but steve couldn’t even bother to look up as he mindlessly flips through a magazine. he drones aloofly, “hi, welcome to family video. my name is steve and i’ll be helping you find the perfect film for yadda yadda yadda.”
“you think you can help me find a good rom-com, steve?”
his head snaps towards the lovely voice, magazine nearly dropping from his hands as he gapes at the sight of you. hawkins is a small town and you must be a tourist because it would be foolish of him to miss someone as drop-dead gorgeous as you. 
“h-hi, my name is uh- harrington. steve. steve harrington.”
“hi, steve harrington,” you smile, a hint of mischief in your sultry voice. you knew who he was, you’ve seen him in the manifold of polaroids robin has. you decide that you want to have some fun.
steve’s knees nearly buckled, chills ran through his bones, and goosebumps rose on his skin. your voice was airy, like a soft breeze alleviating the heat of a feverish man under the scorching sun.
he feels his hands start to get clammy, was it getting hot in here? he lightly tugs at the collar of his god-awful shirt. “what was your question again? i’m sorry, i must have gotten lost in your eyes for a bit.”
you scoff in amusement, ignoring his outdated pick-up line. “rom-coms? do you have any new releases that are worth watching?”
max snickers at the sight of a tomato-red steve, she nudged the others and paused the movie to watch steve instead. it was better than whatever movie lucas picked.
steve directs his attention to the kids and glares at them. he takes a deep breath before turning his gaze back to your expecting one. 
“well, if it’s romcoms you’re looking for, we don’t have any good ones yet,” he starts, tilting his head to the side to flash you his ever-charming smile. “but, y’know, i heard that pretty in pink is good.”
robin shuffles out of the back room and grins at the sight of you. she heard steve’s poor flirting attempts and decided to bring out the scoreboard, but when her eyes settled on you, her grin widened even more.
“yeah?” you muse, leaning against the counter. you notice robin’s presence.
steve gulps at the proximity, he wasn’t lying when he said he gets lost in your eyes. “yeah… i can- i can take you to the movies and we can watch it together?”
you hum as if in thought, playing with the charms on your bracelet before you look up at him with a smile. you ask sweetly, “you think i can invite robin to come with?” 
robin stifles her laughter.
“rob-” he pauses, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “robin? buckley? my robin buckley?”
“well, yeah,” you shrug, lips curling into a smirk. “i mean, i don’t think it’ll look good for me if i go out with my girlfriend’s best friend to the movies alone, don’t you think?”
steve’s jaw drops.
the kids burst out laughing.
robin snickers, making her way towards you. “i thought you were staying at home today, baby?”
steve grimaces at the pet name. 
“well, i thought i’d visit my best girl,” you smile, leaning into her embrace as she wraps her arms around you. she pulls you in for a kiss.
“-and flirt with her coworker slash best friend?” steve asks bitterly, a small pout on his lips. his glare steers to robin. “and you! you let me go on with it – what is wrong with you, seriously.”
dustin and max cackle at his demise. tears were forming in their eyes from their laughter.
“you were doing the flirting,” robin points out. “she was asking you for movies. you know, like what you’re paid to do?”
steve grumbles, but he isn’t mad or annoyed. he’s actually happy for robin even though he felt cross that she never told him about her cool girlfriend from the city.
“aww, it’s okay, steve,” you coo. “we can still go to the movies. if it helps, i know robin will let you hold my hand if you get lonely.”
he shoots you a sarcastic smile.
“i will, actually,” robin agrees, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. “i know how you cry when the guy and the girl finally get together.”
“okay, you’ve had your fun.” he rolls his eyes, hands resting on his hips as he looks at the giggling children. mom steve mode activated. “and you shitheads, do you want to walk home later?”
robin grins, intertwining her hands with yours. she drags you towards the backroom, sneaking behind steve as he continues to scold them. you hear the faint sounds of the television after a few seconds.
you hop on top of the low shelves in the room, grabbing one of the lone vhs tapes as robin shuts the door. you snort, showing her the tape with wiggling eyebrows. “may the foreskin be with you.”
she pulls a face of disgust as she settles herself in between your legs. “that’s actually so fucking gross, i can’t believe people are into these.”
you laugh. “don’t kink shame, robs. might i remind you that you absolutely love being-”
robin scoffs, pinching your thighs. “you’re being malicious.”
you smile, putting the tape down to wrap your arms around her neck, her own promptly snaking around your waist to pull you just a little bit closer. you pull her into a soft kiss, mumbling in between pecks, “missed you,”
“you know i missed you more,” she says, moving forward to kiss you again, and again, and again. it was an act that she will never get tired of. it was dizzying, the feeling of you, the feeling of your love.
the kiss was heated, lips pressing together like the final piece to complete the puzzle – the feeling of domestic content as you step back to admire your work. it’s bruised and red, a feat of passionate love and adoration.
your hands roam wherever they can, trailing and leaving goosebumps in their wake – an unconscious matter of habit; memorized after spending time after time of lingering touches and ardent intimacy.
you’ve never loved anything more than you loved robin. it was endless, the love you have for her, and you never quite failed to remind her, to show her. it goes on a long way; like going on a trip to find the other side of the rainbow where you’ll find a pot of gold.
but the happiness doesn’t stop at the gold; it’s where fortune leads you.
and it’s infinite because with the gold in your hands, life keeps getting better every waking moment. you’re lucky. 
with robin, you are golden.
a soft moan slipped out of your lips as her tongue slipped into yours. 
steve makes himself welcome in the room, leaning against the doorframe. “you aren't paid to sneak in your girlfriend and make out with her, you know?”
robin hums, a soft smile gracing her lips. her eyes never wavered from yours. “wish i was,”
you are golden but she will always be your golden girl.
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im-robins-bitch · 2 months
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Hii,
If your up for it could u write a fruity four x reader imagine based off of the song tongues and teeth by the crane wives where reader runs into a ex that used to treat them horribly and made them believe that all they could do was hurt other people triggering those old feelings leading them to pull away from Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy
(Sorry for the long ask 🤍)
Poison (fruity four x g!n reader)
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Or, You run into your ex and find yourself reflecting on your past self, do you deserve the love you find yourself surrounded with? (3.4k)
Anon, Sorry this took so long, I love the Crane Wives sm I was really excited by this request so I wanted to make it perfect and then it accidentally got really long and filled with irrelevant scenes that I had to scrap and will probably be posted at some point. I hope you like it lmk <3 Thank you so much for the request
Reader was in a toxic, abusive relationship (No scenes of this relationship and it is only briefly mentioned that it was abusive). Reader in this fic was mentioned to be an asshole in the past, but it's up to you whether she truly was or if she just thinks that bc of their ex.
Warnings: mentions of toxic, abusive relationships. Reader thinks she deserved to be hurt, the ex now has a baby. Ex threw things at the reader. Food, depictions of cooking and eating.
“You remember the voices Eddie taught you?” 
Steve sighs into his bowl of lucky charms, stirring the spoon around restlessly. His cereal had gone soggy, something he hated, but he hadn’t had a single spoonful since he sat down. 
“I remember,” He mumbled, looking at the milk in his bowl as if it would conjure up all the answers of the universe for him. You rub a warm hand up and down his back to try and soothe him, it works, a bit. 
Then Eddie's head is poking over Steve’s shoulder, eyeing Steve’s bowl in a way that you know means trouble. Instead of the usual playful spat, that always ends with Steve reluctantly sharing his bowl of cereal, Steve passes Eddie the spoon without argument. 
Eddie kisses his cheek sweetly, rubbing his nose into the chub of his cheek before digging in. “Wanna give us a taste?” Eddie questions, mouth full. 
Steve’s cheeks are pink as he shakes his head, his perfectly styled hair not moving an inch. You can taste all the hairspray he’s used this morning. You keep your warm palm against his back, hoping some of it will seep into his bones and make him a little less tense. 
He’s been like this all week and you know he won’t be able to relax until the day is over. Getting a placement at a kindergarten had been all Steve had talked about all year, all he had been looking forward to. Now it was happening, he was terrified. 
Today was make or break, it was his first attempt at a storytime. 
He had spent a long time researching books with Nancy and had rehearsed reading the book to you and Robin and had practised his voices with Eddie. You thought all this made him overqualified for the position. 
There couldn’t be a person out there who cared so much about this. It was just Steve all over, he cared so much. He loved so much. It made you want to swaddle him in your arms and keep him safe forever. 
“If any of those punks make fun of you let me know and I’ll kick their ass,” Eddie garbled around another mouthful of lucky charms. 
“You think they’ll make fun of me,” Steve worried, his first clenching around the countertop. 
“Eddie!” Nancy chided. Eddie almost lept from his seat at Nancy’s sudden appearance. She stood in the doorway, as perfect as ever. Brown briefcase held tightly in her hand, her blazer hanging perfectly on her small frame. “You’re overthinking this Steve, it’ll be fine,” Nancy assured, kissing the top of Steve’s head. “And for the last time Eddie, no kicking children,” 
“Some kids deserve it” He argues.
“Ready?” Nancy asks you, ignoring Eddie, much to his annoyance.
You cast a wary look at Steve, you were reluctant to leave him alone like this, but you were the girl’s lift to work, so you had to trust Eddie would find a better way to comfort your boyfriend than his current tactic. 
“Ready” You confirmed, checking your reflection quickly in the toaster. 
Nancy pressed a kiss to the back of Eddie's head, eyelashes fluttering against his frizzy hair. Then she moved to Steve, lips lingering a little longer on his cheek.
“Ro-”
“Here!” Robin yelled, interrupting Nancy’s call of her name. She had a reputation for being late that she was trying to put behind her. 
“Let's go!” Nancy sang, holding your arm in one hand and wrapping her other around Robin’s waist to pull her towards the door. 
“Good luck Steve!” The three of you called together.
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You’re still thinking about Steve and wondering how his story time went as you’re organising the vinyl at work. You wonder if you should call him, trying to remember when the kid's nap time is so you can get him on the phone. You don’t want to interrupt, but you can’t help but worry about him. 
In between thoughts of Steve, you’re trying to keep track of which ABBA albums need to be restocked.
You’re so busy thinking of ways to celebrate or cheer him up in case of disaster, that you miss the chime of the bell.
“Still working here huh?” You freeze at the familiar voice, all thoughts leaving your mind. The one voice you wished you’d never have to hear again. “Some people just aren’t meant to change I guess,” 
You stand up, brushing off the dust on your knees. You hate how you’re immediately flooded with embarrassment. “Can I help you?” You ask in the friendliest voice you can muster. 
They take it in offence, hands held aloft in surrender, “Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it, you really haven’t changed at all,” They laugh, your heart beating faster in your chest at the sound of it. You hate how they still have such an effect on you. 
“Did you want something?” You ask again, colder this time. Letting the hatred you feel seep through. Your arms, crossed over your chest, erupt in goosebumps. You can feel your heartbeat like it’s in your ears, pounding again and again. It’s an effort to remember how to breathe without it sounding rugged. 
You were both bad for each other, that’s what you settled on after the fact. They would tear you to shreds and act as if you were the one in the wrong. You could be just as cruel, the relationship was a toxic one and it turned you both sour. 
 It took so many nights of talking and looking back on the relationship to realise that you didn’t need to be the person they painted you to be. You hadn’t been perfect, no one was, but you felt you had learnt from your mistakes and hoped they had done the same. 
 “Thought we could have an adult conversation, but obviously not,” They sneered, tone condescending. 
They looked around the store you’re usually proud of with disdain. “God, I’m so fucking glad we broke up,” They laugh, flicking the sleeve of a vinyl, making you scowl. You feel the same but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. “My life has been so much better ever since you left it,” 
It’s like a dagger to the chest. If you were in your right mind, maybe you would wonder why if they felt like that they would seek you out. Especially since they don’t even bother to buy anything before they leave.
-
When Robin had last seen you, you were pushing her out of the car, trying to stifle your giggles. 
In her rush to get out of the house on time, she forgot her scarf. You had bundled her up in your own which looked ridiculous. Eddie had knitted it for you, but then he got so caught up in seeing how long he could make it that when you wore it, it went down past your knees. 
You thought it looked great, but it was a bit of a tripping hazard so when it came to Robin you wrapped it around her neck over and over until it was an appropriate length. Only she couldn’t move her neck to look down. You had been laughing at her the whole drive, much to her annoyance. 
Now all she wanted was for you to look at her and laugh, but you didn’t even spare her a glance when she walked into the house, or when she unspooled the long scarf from around her neck. 
You’re still in your work clothes, even though you must have gotten home an hour ago at least. The TV is playing credits, but you’re watching them like they’re the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen. 
All she wants to do is touch you. She restrains herself though, she knows people don’t always want to be touched and it can make things worse. 
As if you can tell that she’s about to ask you something, you change channels and turn up the volume on the TV. You lean against the side of the sofa, further out of her reach and feign interest in a Miami Vice episode. 
Getting the message she leaves you to it and joins Steve and Nancy in the kitchen, who are chatting over the kitchen counter. Nancy has already started making a pot of soup. 
Steve is dutifully making grilled cheese sandwiches and plain slices of toast. They work in unison, Nancy passing Steve the butter before he even needs to ask, Steve wrapping one arm around her hip when he joins her on the hob, warming up the pan so he can toast the bread. 
He’s left two cheese toasties to the side, to be grilled when Eddie gets home. 
“Not waiting?” Robin asks, catching the pair's attention. Nancy smiles, wordlessly passing her wooden spoon to Steve who accepts it without question. She holds Robin tightly in her arms, pressing kisses to her cheeks. She didn’t realise how much she needed a hug until now and how much better it would make her feel after your rejection. 
“Thought some food might cheer everyone up,” Nancy explains, nodding towards the living room. Robins nods, squeezing Nancy back, hoping she won’t let go of her anytime soon. 
“Did she say anything?” Steve asks, looking away from the soup briefly. 
Robin shakes her head sadly and Nancy makes a sympathetic noise in her ear, rubbing her manicured hand up and down Robin’s back. “What about you?” Robin asks Nancy.
“Nothing,” Nancy sighs, pulling away from Robin when she realises that Steve has stopped stirring her soup. She bats his hand away and hip-checks him out of the way, deciding to take charge again. At least that's something she has control over. 
The rest of the dinner is made in relative silence, Robin sets out the cutlery on the living room table, along with everyone’s preferred drinks. At one point Robin can tell you’re about to make an excuse not to eat at all, but a raised brow from Nancy has you sinking to the floor.
Robin’s eyes have been nervously flickering from her soup to you. She’ll see your lips part for a moment like you’re about to say something, but you close them just as fast, swallowing down soup and tearing at your bread. 
You all eat hunched over the living room table, Eddie is missed even more than ever as silence haunts the table. No one can work out what to say.
You can feel yourself putting a dampener on everything but feel so shaken from the interaction this afternoon that it’s all that you can think about. You’ve heard people say their exes were the worst things that happened to them, but you never thought you would have been one of those. 
Had you truly been that bad?
When Nancy leans over to grab your hand you smile at her or attempt to. Then when she lets go your hand sinks off the table and down to your thigh out of reach. 
What if one day they thought about you like that? What if one day they’re glad that you broke up? They continue without you, happier without you. 
It’s then that you remember, to your horror, all about Steve’s story time. The cake you had planned to buy him in celebration.  How could you be so selfish, forgetting about something Steve had been worried about for so long? 
“How did story time go?” You ask, timidly. 
Robin and Nancy are patient, but Steve has never been. He’s going out of his mind with worry. Perhaps it's because he’s suddenly lost a girlfriend before. Thought she had loved him the way he loved her until she pulled the rug out from under his feet and told him it wasn’t working and that they were nothing. 
It took so long for him to come back from that, even though he’s over the girl who said it, he still occasionally fears that all this love could be fleeting.  
He smiles, abandoning the last of his toastie to thread his greasy fingers between your own. They slip against your hand and when he squeezes, he tries to push as much love into it as he can. “It went really well,”
“Yeah?” You ask more enthusiastically. Steve’s smiles have always been contagious. The pretty curve of his smile and the movement of his freckles as his cheeks apple, it’s the kind of smile that makes you believe in love at first sight.
“Mrs Lemon wants me to read again tomorrow,” Steve grins. 
Everyone at the table erupts in excitement at Steve’s news. Robin drops the last bit of her toastie into her soup and has to fish it out with her spoon, fingers turning red in her attempts. Nancy's hand rubs up and down Steve’s thigh, in congratulations for his good news and for bringing you out of your melancholy. 
Robin has you hold up her glass to her lips so she can take a sip of water without getting her soupy fingers all over the glass. It causes her to dribble water all over the table and she can’t even find it in her to be embarrassed when it results in giggles and your fingers brushing across her chin to catch the drips. 
When everyone finished you’re quick to gather everyone's bowls and dismiss any help. You want to feel useful after sulking on the sofa while everyone else has made dinner. 
-
This whole weekend you had been a whirlwind of productivism. Unless Eddie was forcing you to sit on the sofa with his head in your lap, you were doing something for someone else. Any errand anyone was putting off was finished by you that weekend. You had gotten the juice stains out of Steve’s jumper, sewn up the hole in Robin’s jacket pocket, reorganised Nancy’s toiletry cupboard and buffed her briefcase. Eddie had to coerce you into a cuddle to stop you from sewing up the holes in his favourite socks. 
He hadn’t attended last night's dinner but had heard all about it from a concerned Nancy and spent the whole weekend attached at your side. 
He did everything one-handed, not wanting to spend a second not touching you. It was so out of character for you to be so withdrawn. Steve and Robin assumed it was a bad day or more specifically a bad customer. 
Nancy and Eddie had a gut feeling it was something more important. You didn’t often keep things to yourself, you found talking about problems usually stopped them from bothering you so much. If whatever happened hadn’t felt fixable to you by a rant and a cuddle, something must have happened. 
Eddie wanted to be there, ready, for when you wanted to tell him. He never wanted anyone to feel as alone as he once felt, drowning in his worries, before his uncle took him in. 
Nancy, though claiming she was taking a more relaxed approach, glanced at you about every two seconds, checking your reactions. 
So when you had said you needed to go out to the store, Nancy and Eddie shared a look and insisted they both needed to come with you. Eddie for some smokes and Nancy for a specific body lotion she claimed would be too hard for you to find. 
They were so obvious it would be annoying if they weren’t so endearing. 
-
You ended up in Bradleys.
You had been antsy to get in, buy the cake you planned to get for Steve on Friday and then transform yourself into the partner your lovers deserved. 
Instead, Eddie had taken his sweet time driving you all there, even though normally he called the speed limit a suggestion. Then he convinced you that you needed to walk up and down each aisle to make sure you didn’t ‘forget’ anything. It would have been an accomplishment to forget anything when you only have one item to obtain each. 
The basket hooked on one arm, you hooked through the other,  Eddie was strutting down the isles bobbing his head along to the pop songs he ‘hated’. Even though Eddie’s reasoning was ridiculous, it did feel relaxing to take your time walking through the various aisles together. 
Eddie’s fingers were tracing up and down Nancy’s spine as she held two types of tea in her hand, reading the backs carefully. “Do you think these work?” She asked, holding out the packages for you to inspect, two different teas both promising to help with sleep.
You took one out of her hands, to inspect the ingredient list. Robin’s mum had said something about lavender last time you had spoken, but you weren’t sure that was digestible. 
“If you need help sleeping, I’ve got the perfect solution” Eddie teased, arms snaking around Nancy’s waist and squeezing as he dipped his face against her neck. Nancy shivered, feeling his cold nose trace her neck and his curls tickle her collarbones, the basket digging into her sides.
“Stop!” She said, trying not to smile, wiggling out of his arms and lightly slapping at his arms, “I can’t take you anywhere,” 
Eddie pressed a wet kiss to her cheek. His arm went over her shoulder, grabbing the box of tea out of Nancy’s hand and dropping it into the basket. “Mrs Norris used to drink that one,” He explained, taking the other one from your hand to put it back on the shelf. “Always knocked her out cold when she was supposed to be babysitting me”
Nancy huffed, crossing her hands across her chest as Eddie encouraged you both to the end of the aisle, hands wandering. “You have no shame” She scolded, cheeks burning at the wink he gave her in response. Still, he dropped his hands from her but continued to lead you both down to the frozen section, in search of ice cream. 
She stopped at a display of lip balms, letting the two of you go on ahead. Her gaze did not linger on his fingers curled around the basket handle, or the dip of his spine that his cropped band shirt exposed.
You were still smiling over Eddie as you watched him search the freezers for the giant tub of Neapolitan-flavoured ice cream. He always made a big display of it, sometimes he and Robin would compete to see who could keep their hands in the freeze the longest. 
Nancy soon floated behind you, her floral perfume altering you to her presence long before she slid her hand into your own. She leaned into your space, so close you could smell the curl cream she and Eddie shared. The pair, despite their differences, had a surprising amount in common. 
“How mad do you think he’ll be if we refuse to hold his hand when he gets the ice cream?” Nancy whispered. 
“I think we’ll hear about it for the rest of the night,” 
Eddie cranes his head, looking you both up and down conspiringly. He fished the last tub from the back of the freezer and dropped it into the basket with a thud. It crushes the flimsy box of tea, but Eddie’s attention is on the guilty expression you’re wearing. 
He holds his freezing hands out expectantly, wanting you to come and warm him up after his valiant efforts of searching in the freezers. 
Nancy shakes her head at him, but his doe eyes can’t hold you off for long so soon he’s holding one of your hands in both his. You flinch at his touch and he pouts childishly, lashes fluttering. 
“I risk my fingers for you, and this is the thanks I get,” Eddie huffs at Nancy over the top of your head, “At least you love me, sweetheart,” He coos kissing the side of your head. 
“You hardly risked your fingers,” Nancy says rolling her eyes as she tugs your hand to lead you down to the toiletries aisle. You think half-heartedly about the cake, vanilla and shaped like a heart, that you wanted to get Steve, but then think of the crushed box of tea, it might be best to leave it for last. 
“I was very close to hypothermia,” Eddie dramatises, flexing his fingers against yours. You feel the cold bump of his rings, they’re usually cold but feel even more so after being in the freezer. 
Nancy ignores him and walks straight to the body lotion, hand reaching out for her usual choice, but lingering on a couple of new scents. Strawberries & Cream sounds like it would smell pretty nice, plus the bottle matches her nails. 
She picks it up, dropping your hand in the process and uncaps the lid to give it a smell. Eddie takes your dropped hand before it can even fall to your side, now, he threads his fingers through yours with a giddy smile. 
He pecks a kiss on your nose catching you off guard and pulls you off to the side next to the baby powders, moving you away from an oncoming cart. 
You lean in to kiss his own but are brought out of your lovesick stupor by a harsh cough.  Eddie glares at the culprit, kissing your lips extra firm. The person coughs again and you push Eddie away from you and try to move out of the way, catching sight of the person coughing at you. 
It’s always a shock to see your ex unexpectedly, it’s even worse when they’re with a beautiful partner and they have a child sitting in the cart tugging a little plush to their chest. It shocks you for about a million reasons, the most hurtful being that the entire time you had been together they claimed to never want children. 
Yet here, in front of you, is the clear proof that they did. 
“Nancy!” 
It’s a small town, everyone knows everyone. Still, it shocks you that their new partner knows Nancy. You feel so different from your old self that a reminder of it is terrifying. 
Suddenly you’re scared, what had your ex told them? How badly had they painted you? what if they tell Nancy? 
The worst part is that if they were to tell her, it would have been entirely your fault. How could you be mad at someone for telling the truth? You hadn’t been the greatest partner in the past, but you were trying to make up for that. It felt like you had made up for that. 
You make eye contact with your ex, who isn’t even trying to hide their disappointment at seeing you twice in such a short amount of time, still, it’s obvious by the conversation Nancy is getting into that they’ll be standing around for a while. 
Your eyes try to look at everything, but the person who’s fucked with your head for the last couple of days. The child, old enough that it must have been born within a year of your breakup, hair a dark brown colour, coils around their shoulders. They look so happy, a picture-perfect family. 
You excuse yourself, using the cake you need as an excuse to go to a different aisle. Eddie tries to go after you but is cut off by an old lady jamming her shopping cart in front of him with a rude huff, muttering about young people these days. She runs over his foot and he almost takes down the entire shelving unit when he backs into it.
When Eddie finds you, standing in front of an empty shelf, sniffing into your hands, he’s crushed. 
-
The drive back had been awkward. 
Nancy had found you both and sent Eddie to pay for everything while she took you to the car. You refused to cite anything but the cake’s being sold out as the reason for your tears, but it’s clear that there was something more. 
It isn’t until you’re home, that the extent of your upset is clear. At the supermarket, you had clung onto Nancy and Eddie for life, feeling personally devastated at the thought of either of them leaving you.
Now leaving was all you could think of doing. 
You had packed your bag, unpacked and re-packed it again. You just couldn’t get it out of your head, how much happier everyone might be without you. Your last relationship played through your mind like a reel.
All the times your exe had yelled at you, called you a bitch, the problem. You could be forgetful, self-absorbed, hurtful. You thought you had changed, but you had proved yourself wrong on Friday, ignoring Steve’s accomplishment to stew in your self-obsession. 
There was a knock on your door, but it was a warning rather than a request as Steve and Robin barged in without waiting for a response. 
“Are you ok?” Robin asked, skirting around your clutter to land on the bed, beside the duffle bag you were about to re-pack. “Actually no, I know you’re not ok, so don’t bother lying,” Robin huffed, pushing the fly aways from her face and staring at you in determination. 
Her hands darted out to your sides, holding you firmly in place. On her knees, on your bed, she begged you to tell her exactly what was wrong, “You always feel better after talking to me, I can help you, whatever it is. If it’s working at the vinyl store we’ll get you a new job, you could come to work with me in the museum archives?” 
“It’s not…it’s not that,” You stutter, fingers feeling tingly as your eyes dart nervously from Robin to Steve, who hasn’t moved from standing at the door. You can’t see his expression, but the vein on his neck is close to bursting. 
I’m the problem, you think, but you’re all too sweet to realise and you’ll be too kind to tell me when you do work it out. 
Robin’s nose bumps your sternum bringing your attention back to her. She presses a kiss to the swell of your stomach. Her hands are ever wandering, frantic in their need to comfort you, but unsure where to go. “You can tell me,” She promises, her sea-blue eyes boring into yours. Your eyes water as you try to think of what to say. 
“You’re leaving,” Steve’s voice is cold, and his stare is even colder. He nods to the duffle bag on the bed, glaring at it with the heat of a thousand suns. 
Robin looks at the bag that she hadn’t registered, shaking her head in disbelief, until she sees the crumbling expression on your face and realises it’s true. Her hands drop from your body and she darts from the bed like a person burnt. She brushes past Steve, rushing out of your room and you can hear her fast footsteps retreat down the hall.
“You…you don’t understand,” You try to defend, hands falling into fists in frustration. 
“No, I understand,” Steve spits, arms crossed across his chest, muscles clenched, “You’re just like her, only so much worse,” 
“Ste-”
“Don’t” Steve scoffs “You promised us you wouldn’t do this, promised me.” His voice breaks and he has to turn his face to the side, collect himself and wipe the rouge tears that he let escape. 
You sink in on yourself, “It’s…it’s for the best, I’m…I,”
Steve laughs, fist banging against the door frame, startling you, you have to steady your hands on the bed to stop yourself from falling. 
Your stomach lurches, it doesn’t feel right. You’re last breakup hadn’t ended like this, they hadn’t been mad at you for leaving, they had been mad you hadn’t broken up sooner. That they hadn’t been the one to dump you.
You fear you might have made a terrible mistake, but then remember what they had said when you broke up. That you were poison, that you ruined everything that you touched, how much happier they had been before you. Now you knew how much happier they were without you afterwards too. 
They would thank you in the long run. 
“If you walk out this door right now, I’m never going to forgive you,” Steve’s heart was cracking. Just like last time, he was caught off guard. His voice was stern, but his expression was heartbreaking. 
“Steve!” Yelled Nancy, pushing past him in the doorway and walking over to you instead. Her hair was half dry, one side still dripping water onto the collar of her shirt. 
Eddie, hair wrapped in the band shirt he had worn to the store, mirrored Nancy, only taking Steve into his arms instead of you. “Let’s all just calm down a second,” Nancy suggested, pulling you down to sit on her lap. She threw your duffle bag off the bed, sending it clattering into your wardrobe. 
“Take a deep breath,” Eddie suggested, palm warm over Steve’s chest. Robin fiddled with Steve’s fingers, eyeing everyone warily. Steve matched his breathing to Eddie’s, lips wobbling as Eddie’s thumb wiped the sticky tears from his cheeks. 
If you felt awful before, now you feel diabolical. 
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” You confessed, trying to push out of Nancy's soothing hold because you felt so undeserving. She had a surprising amount of strength though and held you firm against her chest, “I didn’t mean, I don’t want to hurt anybody, this is exactly what I don’t want, I just want you all to be happy” 
Robin, tentatively let go of Steve’s hand, who Eddie was leading further into the bedroom. Nancy wrangled you so you were leaning against her where she sat against the headboard. Her head resting on your shoulder while her hand was rubbing up and down your back. 
Robin sat down at the foot of the bed, hand reaching out carefully to rub at your leg. “Please can you explain? So we can all understand, why you want to…leave,” Robin asked, hardly able to say the word.
The bed dipped as Eddie sat himself down to the side of you and Nancy, but Steve still refused to sit, standing up with his thighs touching the bed, hand clasped tightly in Eddie’s. 
You took a deep breath and tried to explain “I saw, my ex, first they visited me at work-”
Steve’s grip on Eddie white-knuckled as he scoffed, assuming the worst. You shrunk further back into Nancy making her glare at Steve who rolled his eyes. He was still sure you were about to rip out their hearts. 
“Go on,” Nancy encouraged.
“He said, he was glad we broke up and at first I just thought, yeah me too, but then I started thinking and,I was awful,”
“Did you start thinking that? Or did he make you think that?” Nancy asked. 
“Well, I mean, I guess he implied it and he always used to say it, like I would ruin things and he would throw things, sometimes, when I did something bad,” 
Steve sat down on the bed, looking at you tearfully, “He would throw things at you?” Now he felt himself crying for an entirely different reason. 
“It wasn’t- I was just as bad,”
“Did you throw things at them?” Questioned Robin. 
You shook your head, “No, but I de-”
“I know you’re not about to say you deserved it, no one ever deserves that sweetheart,” 
“I was an asshole, I was cruel and hurtful.” You explained, “You can say they shouldn’t have hurt me, but I hurt them just as much with every word I said. How can I deserve to be happy like this? I’ve been trying to change, but what if i can’t” 
Steve feels a rush of sympathy through his chest. The anger that surged through his body turned from a fiery rage to a simmering heat, directed at whoever made you feel like this. He knows exactly how it feels to try to change, but not be given a chance. 
To this day the title of King Steve follows him around like a bad dream. He’s taken responsibility for his actions and changed for the better, but for a long time, he wondered if it would ever be enough to make up for the hurt he had caused. Did he deserve the friendship Robin offered, that had led him down the path to this? 
You gulped eyes starting to water. “I just don’t want to ruin things, I don’t want to hurt anyone I love again, I’m so sorry Steve, I already hurt you so much and if I stay I might-”
Steve shuffled forward, pulling you roughly from Nancy’s embrace into his own. His strong arms wrapped around you and his tear-stained cheeks stuck to your own.  “The only way you could truly hurt me is if you left right now,” He pulled himself out of your embrace so he could hold his face in your hands. 
“You deserve to be happy, you deserve a chance to change,” Steve promises, tacky lips pressing into the top of your head over and over again, trying to let it sink in. 
“For the record, this version of you you’re describing, I don’t think I’ve ever met them,” Eddie says, palm firm as it rubs up and down Steve’s quaking back. 
“But I- I forgot all about Steve’s big day,” You huff, voice thick with frustration. 
“Honey, you spent the morning comforting me and asked me about it when you got home.” Steve placates. 
“Not right away though, I sat on the sofa for ages, just thinking about myself,”
“Think that’s understandable after the run-in you had,” Steve’s hand keeps a warm grip on your cheeks, eyes softening as he kisses underneath your teary eye.
“Lovely, you’ve never made any of us feel anything but loved and I hope you feel the same about us” Nancy offered, stroking your shoulder with soft fingers. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I even thought about leaving I was just, so caught up and I wasn’t thinking properly.”
 “Do you still want to?” Asked Robin tentatively, hands ghosting the sides of your leg. 
You shook your head, lip starting to wobble, “I never wanted to, I just thought- I thought I had to,- Oof!” You exclaimed, Robin’s soft body dropping on top of you and Steve, squishing you down against Nancy, who took the weight like a champ. 
Her arms winded around Steve, you and Nancy, squeezing Steve so tight he thought she might break one of his ribs. “I think as long as us five stick together, we can get through anything” 
“Well said Buckley,” Grinned Eddie, reaching over to ruffle her hair.
Eventually, you all moved from your room into Nancy and Steve’s which had the biggest bed. 
Nancy was removing the decorative pillows from the bed to place them on the ottoman instead. Eddie was helping, but his idea of helping was throwing them at Robin who was trying to dodge them while drinking the tea Nancy had gotten her at the store. A potentially deadly combination that required Nancy’s intervention. 
Steve was with you in the en suite, the two of you hadn’t spent much time apart since the earlier misunderstanding. Steve had joined you in the shower while Nancy and Eddie finished drying their hair. 
You had shared a bowl of ice cream, even though Steve didn’t like ice cream all that much anymore while watching the Documentary Eddie borrowed from the library for Robin. 
Steve had just finished washing your face for you, letting you sit on the counter. Now you were brushing his hair for him. You started carefully combing it back with a fine-tooth comb, but now we're just using your fingers, styling it wildly to make him laugh. 
You were currently attempting a mohawk with little success. He had one hand wrapped around his toothbrush while the other was holding your wrist, fingers pressing into your pulse. It felt good to be the reason Steve laughed instead of the reason he had been crying. 
“I’m sorry Steve,” You whispered again, against his forehead, pressing a light kiss between his eyebrows. 
“Already forgiven lovely,” Steve promised, bending his head to kiss your pulse point. “ but, please tell me what I did wrong” He murmured, turning bashful.
“What?” Now it was your turn to look at Steve in shock. “You didn’t do anything wrong?” 
“Please, you can tell me, otherwise how will I not do it again?” Steve spares you a glance with eyes so earnest it breaks your heart. 
Steve had felt so guilty since he heard your confession, you had thought that you would make them unhappy, in his head it translated that he hadn’t made it clear just how much he adores you. 
“You didn’t Stevie, I promise. I was too in my own head” You kiss him gently “I still am, to be honest,” You confess smoothing his hair down behind his ears, kissing him once again for good measure. “I promise I’ll tell you next time I start spiralling,”
He burrowed his face in your neck, inhaling the smell of strawberries and cream. It scared him to think he would never be this close to you ever again, that he could lose out on all this. “God I hope there isn’t a next time, I love you, you make me- you make us so much happier,”
“Thank you for caring about me, I know it can be hard,” 
“Caring about you is easy, it’s like breathing I don’t even have to think about it, I just do it” 
“Stevie,” You mumble, tucking yourself against his shoulder, “You’re such a loverboy,” You peck him again. 
After another five minutes of cuddling, you go into the bedroom and find yourself in a love pile on the bed. 
Robin is smushed, out cold on top of you and Nancy. Nancy flanks you one one side and Steve is on your other, breath puffing against your neck. Eddie is wrapped around him, his heavy leg draped across you and Steve. 
If he was ever right, about you being poison, you’re certain you’ve found your antidote. 
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The Girl Next Door (Hazel Callahan, Bottoms)
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You hadn't been close with your neighbor Hazel for a few years. But you find her beat up in the locker room after fight club and all of changes.
Chapter 1: You reunite with Hazel and clean her up after fight club.
Chapter 2: Car rides with Hazel have you falling for her harder than ever.
Chapter 3: You attend your first fight club meeting, and it causes things to go awry with Hazel.
Chapter 4: After getting cleaned up by Hazel and clearing the air, things are beginning to feel the way that they used to. Aside from the romantic tension, of course.
Chapter 5: (coming soon!) Now that you are an official member of the fight club Hazel is ready to teach you everything she knows.
*number of chapters TBD
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hawkins-losers · 2 years
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2,18,25 with Fem!reader x Robin Buckley
(‘’Do I make you horny, baby?’’ + “My face is pretty comfortable if you need somewhere to sit.” + “It’s 2am, what are you doing here?”)
A/N: Do you like this new format? It’s gonna be easier for me to clear my ask/write more. Not all requests inspire me to write 1k+ one shots
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‘’It’s 2am, what are you doing here?’’ Robin whispered, opening her bedroom window to let you in. 
Her hair was in a total bedhead situation, probably from moving around while sleeping. She was a very agitated sleeper - and a blanket hogger.
You slid a leg over the window ledge and slipped inside, using Robin’s arm for support when you almost tripped and fell head first on the hardwood floor. ‘’Oops,’’ you giggled, steadying yourself. ‘’I couldn’t sleep.’’
‘’A glass of milk or turning on the tv didn’t work?’’
Shaking your head, you looked up at her, focusing on her lips while biting down yours. ‘’That’s not what I was in the mood for.’’ 
Robin was oblivious to your lip biting, her sleepy mind not awoken enough to catch the hint. 
''Jelly worms, I'm guessing? You always crave jelly worms. That's too bad the gas station closes at midnight-'' Her words were cut off by your lips crashing on hers. ''Or we can do that. It works for me.'' She kissed you back, pulling you in by the hip with a soft hum.
While kissing felt good, that’s not what you were here for.
You grabbed Robin’s hands from your hip and put it under your shirt, letting her know you were not wearing anything under. A glint of a smile turned on her lips through the kiss as she flicked her thumb over your right nipple. 
‘’Do I make you horny, baby?’’ 
You nodded against her lips, swallowing a gentle whimper. 
You were already horny when you got to her house - which was the nature of your visit -, but now that her hands were on you, playing with your nipples, and that she was using her sexy whisper voice, you were horny times eleven. 
Clothes got discarded and left on the floor, now standing in only your panties. 
‘’We gotta be quiet,’’ Robin said, kissing down your chest and playing with the edge of your underwear. ‘’If my parents suspect anything-’’
‘’I can be quiet.’’ 
Robin scoffed. ‘’We’ll see about that.’’ 
The ticking sound of the clock on the wall mixed with your heavy breaths and swallowed  moans as you followed the taller girl to her bed. She sat first, then looked up at you with her lust-filled blue eyes and red-kissed lips. 
She was gorgeous. 
And she was yours.
She pulled you closer. ‘’Come here. My face is pretty comfortable if you need somewhere to sit.”
With a dirty smile on your face, you took her up on the offer. You legs were a little tired from walking five miles to her house. 
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sofiiel · 18 days
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Robin taking Steve's advice and sneaking into your room through your window. Even if it was 100% not covenant at all, she's doing it for made-for-TV movie romance.
She's got the pocket full of perfectly sized pebbles to throw at your window beforehand. big enough to make noise, small enough not to crack the glass.
Robin spent hours collecting these little things and now she has a year's worth.
She's been practicing her pull-ups, so she can hold on, dangling from your windowsill while she kisses you goodbye when it's time for her to go. Enlisting Steve's help in her window training.
(after a few times, Robin is a pro and now Steve's coming to her for tips)
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eddiesbug · 2 years
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GOLDEN RETRIEEVEVR READER AND ROBIN ?!?!?!?! IM DISLECSIK IM SORRY I CANT SPELL RETREEEVAR
this made me giggle hehehe
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“That girl of yours is causing trouble, Robin.” Steve singsongs, eyes following you skateboarding up and down the street outside Family Video.
“What’s she doin’?” she asks, rifling through various boxes of tapes for something to watch.
“She’s on that damn skateboard again.”
Robin’s eyes flit upwards just in time to see you wobble and fall headfirst onto the sidewalk. You sit for a moment, dazed, before leaping back up and hopping straight back onto the board. In the months you’ve been practicing, you haven’t gotten any better; in fact you’re somehow worse than when you started.
Before you can skate off, Robin is rushing outside and coaxing you back onto firm ground.
“No more skating today, honey.”
“Robbie!” you coo happily, tipping precariously on the edge of your board. Her slender hands grasp your waist, lifting you straight off and setting you down in front of her. Her head dips, thin fingers kneading your hips and travelling down as her hair tickles your cheek.
“Lemme see your knees, pretty,” Robin murmurs, bending to scoop your beloved skateboard off of the concrete; she laces your fingers through hers and leads you inside, sitting you behind the counter next to Steve.
“Hi, y/n,” he greets as Robin crouches in front of you, rolling your loose jeans up. Her thumb grazes the deep red scrapes and the sharp pain has you wincing and jerking away from her. She wraps her arm around your middle, murmuring encouraging words into your skin.
“Hi,” you manage to grit through clenched teeth, a halfhearted smile pushing past your lips in Steve’s direction.
“I know,” Robin sympathises as you squirm, pressing a cold flannel to your injuries. “Gotta clean ‘em, though.”
“Nuh uhhh,” you whine, bouncing slightly on the chair. Her free hand travels up to cradle your cheek affectionately. “Robbie, ‘m fine! Just leave ‘em.”
“No, honey.” Robin chides. “They’ll get infected. Just gotta wipe them clean and then I’ll stick a bandaid on, alright?”
“Do I get a fun one?”
“Yeah. Any one you want.”
“A Star Wars one?” you ask hopefully, the sweet cadence of your voice making Robin smile. Star Wars is your favourite.
“Sure thing, baby.”
Your knees bounce as Robin wipes them and Steve does his best to distract you.
“What’ve you been up to, then? Haven’t seen you as much.” You smile sheepishly at him, cringing as Robin swipes particularly firmly over your knee.
“Eddie’s had us all really busy with his Hellfire stuff. Dustin made me sub in when they lost Lucas and I guess I’m kinda stuck now! It’s good, though, he’s nice. I bet you’d like him!” you ramble, unaware of Robin sticking the bandaids onto your weeping knees and rolling your jeans back down.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t really think D&D is my thing, though,” Steve says.
“Yeahhh.” You roll your eyes, “But you’d like Eddie.” You raise your eyebrows suggestively, elbowing him.
“Shut up,” he snorts. You giggle.
“All done, babe.” Robin interrupts your laughter, kissing your clothed legs. Steve mock gags, standing up to rifle back through the discarded boxes Robin left in favour of saving you from your skateboard.
“Thanks, baby!” you chirp, jumping up and into Robin’s awaiting embrace. “I missed you.”
She cups your jaw and your arms slide around her waist.
“I missed you too.”
You gaze up at her, eyes traversing the width of her face with wonder.
“What’re you doing, honey?”
“Counting your freckles, shh!” The very tip of your pointer finger traces the bumps and ridges of her nose and you smile, pressing a kiss to her cheekbone.
“Ooh, almost forgot!” you squeak. “Brought you these. You fish a box of milk duds out of your back pocket, frowning at the now flat box deflatedly. “‘m sorry, Robbie. Forgot they were in there. Sat on ‘em.”
“Thank you, pretty!” she exclaims, taking the box from your hands excitedly. “How’d you know I was craving these?”
“They’re your favourite, silly,” you murmur, a smile on your face from seeing her so elated. She kisses your forehead.
“C’mon, honey. Come and help me pick a video to watch and we can eat these!”
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ddejavvu · 5 months
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Reader who steals clothes from both Steve and Robin (maybe a poly, maybe just the best of friends) but they always let it happen, neither of them complain! Until one day you notice half your closet missing, and when you go into family video, both members of the himbo and lesbian dynamic are covered head to toe in your stolen clothes
as per the request criteria, they all swap clothing so it's implied that they're relatively similar sized!
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You find it rather unfair that, out of all of the clothes in your closet, your favorite jeans have gone missing. The ones that you wear every day, the ones that you've nearly worn holes through, the ones that fit you so perfectly they might as well be a second skin. They've got deep pockets and a good waistband, but the ones you'd had to shove on last-minute to get to work on time are too-tight and the pockets are sewn shut to the rest of the fabric.
You're already in a bad mood when you storm through the doors due to the uncomfortable pressure around your waist, and your belongings dangling from your hands instead of tucked safely into your pockets, but your eyes zero in on Robin's pants immediately. She's waiting for you at the door, holding a stack of tapes in one arm as she smirks at your disheveled appearance.
Her pants are your pants.
"Morning, Sunshine," She drawls, that lazy smirk over her face fitting her features like a glove, "Jeans shrink in the wash?"
"The hell- those are mine!" You accuse, jabbing a finger towards her lower half. The jeans fit her just as snugly as they do you, and you see a pen barely visible in the pocket. Your pocket.
"We decided to get you back," She explains, "You take our clothes all the time. It's time we stole yours, too."
"We?" You ask, "Where's Steve?"
"Here." He calls from behind a few shelves down, "Your jacket's really comfy, by the way."
You stalk over to where his voice is coming from and find him snugly fitted into your lush pink zip-up, the hood fleece-lined for cold winters. There's rhinestones on the back that say 'babygirl', and when he peers up at you through his lashes where he's crouching to shelve tapes, he looks the part.
"You rats," You conclude, jaw perpetually agape, "I- I'll give back your clothes, I swear! Just don't stretch out my jacket, Steve." You cast a wary glance down to the zipper that looks like it may spring free from its constraints and smack you in the forehead, "Your boobs are too big.”
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indiefilmfatale · 2 years
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thinking of a pussydrunk robin who can’t help but never want to leave between your thighs, constantly finding herself back where she was an hour ago, eating the reader out over and over again despite the sensitivity making sure she gets a taste as much as possible
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oh yes robin loves overstimulation. like the thought that she can drive you so wild with just her tongue is like.. mindblowing.
one friday night you were sleeping over her house (her mom/everyone else beside steve thinks you're just besties) and she asked you how many times you think you could cum in one session. like, she really really wanted to know how much you think you can handle so she can go right up to the limit.
it's especially bad when you sit on her face. god, she could just lie there for hours, hands roaming your hips and ass, rubbing her open tongue on your clit as you grip onto her headboard. she liked to see how long she could suck on your clit until you physically had to pull away from the sensation being too intense.
and then after your fourth orgasm, she goes to grab you a glass of water and lets you catch your breath. but after she comes back, she falls onto her stomach in between your legs again and plops a fat kiss on your clit, which is extra extra swollen. you shudder and she giggles sillily, before devouring you again.
her face is always BRIGHT red after she's (actually) done and her lips become extra plump and pink and kissable.
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ssweetleaf · 10 months
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ik it sounds so unlike her but i need a ghostface robin to act silly and goofy while shes ruining me down there and holding a knife to my throat
woah, never knew i needed this 😻
SMUT under the cut
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Cool metal was pressed against your throat, the sharp blade glistening with every heave of your chest— any wrong move and your neck would be sliced open, and the hand that held the knife went down, down, down, to a woman with a mask halfway up her forehead and two fingers stuffed inside your cunt.
That woman was in fact your roommate— and with the countless deaths that had occurred around Hawkins, you knew entirely that it had been her.
So why were you dripping onto her hand? Why were you whining when the curl of her fingers slowed?
Why were you enjoying it?
“I always had a thing for you, baby—” she sighed, irises morphing into heart shapes and a love-sick smile twisted her lips. “made me so jealous when you’d bring people home- I’d hear you, honey, they just can’t satisfy you the way I can, isn’t that right?”
You didn’t answer— you couldn’t answer, fear pumping through your veins along with the satisfaction of being filled to the brim, an odd concoction that had your mind fogging and eyes rolling back.
“I said—” she cooed, a little too prettily, grin all wide and toothy, fist clenching even tighter around the knife and pressing it further against your throat, the tip even managing to catch your skin and slice you a little. “Isn’t. That. Right?”
You nodded for her, for you too, for her to go easy on you and for you to get out of this alive. Though is that what you really wanted?
“Good girl.” Robin’s pace fastened, curling the tips of her fingers against that spongy spot so deep inside, nearly causing you to drool, and her eyes flicked down to your throat, watching as a little trickle of blood slid down your skin and pooled in the junction of your neck.
She pouted, exaggerated and a little mocking, and she nuzzled her nose against your chin before pressing a fat, wet kiss to your cheek.
“Oh, baby, look what you made me do—” she clicked her tongue, pout still prominent, “silly girl, made me cut you.”
You cried out, the rope at the pit of your stomach tightening, tightening, tightening— so ready to snap, the need to cum overwhelming you, each of your senses on complete overload.
“M’sorry, honey— I’ll make it up to you, promise.” She smiled at you, “after all, we’re gonna be together forever. Robin and her pretty girl, hm?”
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munsonsbtch · 2 months
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18+ ONLY MINORS GO AWAY
warnings: mommy kink
“that’s it baby… right there.” robin moans, her fingers tightening the grip she had on your hair. pushing your face deeper into her soaked pussy, a needy whine leaving your own lips. your tongue is eagerly lapping up her sticky sweet nectar, your chin completely covered in her juices from how messily you’ve been devouring her.
your own thighs are dripping with need for her, feeling half tempted to reach between them and play with yourself but you know better. it’s robin’s turn, and she’ll make good on her promise to tie you up and leave you begging for more if you disobey her. and with how worked up you’ve been all day, that’s not a chance you’re willing to take.
her moans are getting louder as you slip two fingers into her awaiting heat, whimpering as her pussy almost sucks them inside. your eyes glance up to watch her face contort with pleasure as you curl your fingers up, hitting that spot that has her bucking her hips up frantically. “g-gonna cum all over that pretty face kitten.”
her words only encourage you to put more pressure onto her clit with your tongue, swirling it around in a circular motion that has her back arching off the mattress. her body shudders as you add a third finger, her walls pulsing around them as she falls over the edge. her thighs tightening around your head, keeping you trapped as she rides out her high.
once she’s spent she collapses down onto the bed, a sigh of contentment leaving her mouth. her blue eyes glancing down as you lift yourself from between her legs. she motions you closer, locking your lips together once you’ve crawled up her body. enjoying the taste of you and her mixed on your tongue.
when she pulls away for air, her own tongue licks up the remaining mess on your chin. the action causes you to shudder, hips moving down to grind against her thigh as she laughs softly. robin’s hands grip your hips to stop your movements, a small huff leaving you. “aww my needy girl… come sit on mommy’s face baby, you’ve earned it.”
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ricvettel · 2 years
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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘.
·˚ ༘ premise: maybe you shouldn’t be doing this, but why does it feel so good?
·˚ ༘ pairing: robin buckley x f!reader.
·˚ ༘ warnings: smut. oral sex (reader!receiving). subby!reader. cheating (sorry, it’s just for the sake of the plot). kind of friends with benefits. slight degradation.
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“y/n, will you accompany me to the bathroom?” robin asked you out loud, without even thinking you stood up from the couch and followed her, once you were both inside the bathroom she locked the door, the noise of the party being muffled by the walls.
she looked at you with a smirk adorning her beautiful features, your heart skipped a beat at the way she looked at you; she walked over and kissed you, her hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer to her.
she backed you up while she kissed you until you gently backed into the sink, immediately hopping up on it, you felt her smirk on your lips as she pulled back.
“you are such a good girl,” her voice raspy as usual, making you feel weak, needy for her.
she spread your legs and hiked your dress up, you watched her every move anxiously, waiting for more.
she smirked when she saw the small wet patch on your cotton underwear, one finger teasingly going up and down over your clothed core, making you moan.
she pulled your panties to the side, smiling at the sight that welcomed her. “all this wet for me, honey?,” she teased, her gaze going back to your eyes, you only nodded.
“my little slut,” she said before kneeling, burying her face between your thighs, her hands grabbing your hips, stopping you from moving.
her lips wrapped around your puffy clit, slurping crudely, sucking on it tightly before letting it go, you wailed out, hands tugging at the roots of her scalp, she hummed, your slightly salty taste but sweet at the same time coated her tongue.
she buried her head deeper, her nose pressed on top of your clit as she tongue-fucked you, wet velvety walls tightening around her tongue, she hummed as she slurped and licked around your drenched cunt, messily eating you.
“you taste so fucking good,” she praised, two ringed fingers toying with your clit, moving in 8 figures, getting them wet before pushing them inside you, scissoring them, making you wasp, you hips slightly thrusting as her mouth went back to your clit.
“mhm, feel good?,” she said before sucking your clit again, with so much force you could cry from pleasure, wet noises filled the room with every movement she made, adoring the way her mess looked down there.
you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and so could robin, your walls almost pushing her fingers out of your tight hole, she pulled them out and flattened her tongue, beginning to lick your entire pussy, you were right on the edge, you just needed a little push.
and that little push came when her mouth clamped around your clit again, but this time she moved her head side to side fast, building an incredible amount of pleasure.
you moaned loudly, thighs convulsing around her head, she licked a long stripe, collecting all of your juices before going back up, licking her fingers clean before searching for a towel to clean you up.
as you went down from your high you started to feel guilty, what you were doing was wrong, extremely wrong, but it didn’t matter how many times you told yourself that, you always ended up wanting more, needing more, robin being a necessity for you, and maybe you liked more the idea of being with her than being with your ‘lovely boyfriend’, you loved the idea of being with her, but, what if he found out?
she saw the conflictive look on your face and spoke up. “don’t worry babe, eddie will never know his girl likes getting her pussy eaten by girls,” she said, winking at you before walking out the bathroom, leaving you alone to keep thinking about what to do.
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