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STRANGER THINGS ONE SHOTS !

note from author: all works are 18+ ; ☽ indicates explicit sexual content; home

includes ... ROBIN BUCKLEY; STEVE HARRINGTON; EDDIE MUNSON; DMITRI ANTONOV

ROBIN BUCKLEY !‏‏‎ ‎

❝ no surprises ❞ ☽ 2.3k+ words

robin steals your panties and, even though you shouldn’t, you reward her with your fingers

STEVE HARRINGTON !

❝ touch tank ❞ ☽ 1.0k+ words

if there’s one thing about steve you want everyone to know, it’s that he’s a gentle lover

❝ santa baby ❞ ☽ 5.0k+ words

stuck in a loveless marriage, a holiday that brought nothing but cold for you is transformed by santa claus, of all people

EDDIE MUNSON !

❝ an order ❞ ☽ 1.1k+ words 

eddie loves the sound of your moans and horror movies. the two together is euphoric 

❝ girl with the tattoo ❞ ☽ 3.6k+ words

when eddie pays for a tattoo for you, he doesn’t expect you to get the hottest one possible

❝ soleless ❞ ☽ 1.4k+ words

eddie gets you to help him break in his new dr martens

DMITRI ANTONOV !

❝ eyes on fire ❞ ☽ 1.9k+ words 

dmitri returns home, back to your warm embrace

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INTERVIEW 011

with. robin buckley

includes. voice kink, fem!reader, dom!robin, robin is a tease, edging (harry styles voice), oral mention, robin telling r how to get off

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You remember how you laughed in Robin’s smug face as she claimed she could get you to do what she asked if she lowered her voice enough. 

She sat across from you then, grinning conceitedly, as if she knew she was right. All the while, you tried to convince her of the opposite, feeding both yourself and your girlfriend lies as you turned away from her and continued your boring task.

But putting away your clothes quickly became the least of your concerns whenever Robin says your name, low and drawn out and exactly how you like it. 

It’s cruel and mean of her to do that to you. You still, an instant chill sliding down your body as you clear your throat and attempt to present as if there’s been no effect. 

You ignore her, folding your panties up extra tight as you stuff them into your drawer. She only says your name again, this time punctuated with the rustle of your bedsheets and the soft pad of feet against the floor. 

Her hands wrap around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder. 

“Don’t act like you’re not affected.” 

Your breath hitches and your eyes begin to flutter shut. 

“Will you do what I say? Hm?” 

You nod as you drop your underwear into the drawer. It’s not your last one, a couple more pairs sitting in your basket at your feet. But this requires your attention more at the moment. 

“That’s a good girl. You’re always so good for me.” She kisses the side of your neck. “D’you think you can touch yourself for me? Will you touch yourself for mommy?” 

Jesus fuck. 

You moan, pathetic and accidental, and you feel twice as embarrassed when Robin giggles. 

“Is that a yes?” 

Your nod is appreciated from Robin, who instantly maneuvers you to your bed where she pushes you to sit, after she’s pulled your shorts and panties off. 

What follows is a torturous hour where Robin directs you, her voice the sultriest it’s ever been as she walks you through fingering yourself to almost completion over and over again, creating a sick cycle of edging that has you nearly crying at the end before she finally lets you cum. 

It’s with her mouth, though, a reward for behaving like she’d asked of you. 

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this is so intimate but hair removal with robin ,,,

she’s the one who offers to help you out. you’d been talking about switching to self waxing for a while. shaving caused too many problems, and paying to get waxed was out of your budget.

so, she casually, with just a bit of a quiver in her voice, suggests to help you wax.

of course, you take her offer.

your legs you can do yourself, and your armpits was a 50-50 shot. but your bikini? that’s where you really needed helped.

robin’s there, standing between your open legs with a cold hand resting on your lower belly. she’s watching you, counting your breaths, taking note of your breathing and trying to make sure you weren’t gonna freak out.

“ready?” she asks. you nod through an exhale. “one, two …” three never comes because robin’s ripping the strip off, pulling your hair and a small squeal out of you.

she instantly presses her hand into the area, trying to soothe the skin and stop the minute bleeding.

you’re breathing deeply, holding back tears that came automatically, all while robin is saying little praises.

“there you go. ‘atta girl. just a few more and we’ll be done. you can handle it.”

with the next few strips, she’s kissing you. little pecks on your thighs, right below your naval, on your forehead. all until you’re done and she’s cradling your face between her hands and pressing her lips to yours, little smiles between each kiss.

“you’re tougher than me,” she tells you.

(and a few days later, when the stinging has gone down and you’re left with neatly tamed pubic hair that’s waxed in a landing strip per robins expertise—she’s between your thighs, face leveled with her handy work, admiring it through kitten licks and harsh sucks)

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just robins voice ,,

“robin, baby, i mean this in the nicest way possible but please stop speaking.” you say it without a second thought, satisfied with the silence that follows until you pick up on the implications that your request had.

“wait,” you begin, looking away from your textbook to her. she’s sitting silently on your bed, crisscross with her hands in her lap. “i didn’t mean it like that, robs, i swear.”

she looks unconvinced so you sigh, standing to your feet and taking the few steps required to stand in front of her. “i love hearing you talk about your day, you know that. but your voice? it’s so—“

“annoying?” she suggests before you can finish.

“hot.” your face is stern, eyes unwavering from hers as you attempt to communicate what you’re feeling.

robins eyes widen and her face lights up. “you’re joking.”

it’s not a question but you shake your head in response anyway.

“‘m not, rob. do you ever wonder how i cum so easily when you talk me through it? it’s because your voice is all i need.”

“oh yeah?” shes feeding into it now, lips rising into a smirk and her voice deepening just a bit. “you like my voice, baby?”

“robin …” you warn, no real bite behind it.

“don’t ‘robin’ me. you’re the one who called my voice hot.” she tilts her head and you look away, eyes finding your textbook which sits away from you. you knew that if you even tried to get back to work, you wouldn’t be able to focus, not with this throbbing between your legs.

but it seemed to be worth a try either way.

so, you take just a singular step before robins hand is closing around your wrist, pulling you back so she can wrap her other hand around your waist.

“don’t run away from me,” you’re forced to look at her, to stare into her pretty, sparkling blue eyes. “tell me how much you love to hear my voice.” she brings her hand to your chin, thumb and forefinger gripping it to keep your gaze in place.

she lifts an eyebrow when you don’t say anything, then parts her pink lips to speak. “or do you want me to talk you through it? hm? wanna get off to the sound of my voice. that’s what you want, babe?”

you don’t even realize that you’re nodding, not until robin smiles triumphantly.

“okay. we can do that.”

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more steve n robin haha

in all of your years of knowing steve and robin, there’s some things you’ve never told them.

like how you didn’t abstain from dating in high school from personal choice, but from last of pursuers. or how your lack in that specific field also meant you were lacking in sexual experience.

you never meant to tell them about it, it wasn’t their business either way. but it was becoming harder not to. hiding the truth when they would insinuate that you were going to be bringing over people into your shared apartment, playing along when they would say you probably fucked like a character in a movie, pretending to not be envious when either of them would tell the tales about their sex lives.

but when the truth does come out, sandwiched between spews of insecurity and stress, their shocked faces are immediately replaced with something different. interest, maybe?

and you soon find out that it was not just interest that showed on their expressions, but intent to relieve you of any insecurities and stress. intent to give you the experience that you’d missed out on for so long.

when their hands are on your body, and steve is fucking you nice and slow on his cock with robin metaphorically in line behind him, you know that any experience you would’ve had before this, with anyone else, wouldn’t live up to the bliss taking over every part of your being currently.

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robin is so pretty like i wanna worship her

kissing at her glossed lips. except, at this point you’re more so panting into her mouth with a few little pecks between them. you make your way down to her jaw, neck, and collarbones then. kissing every inch of her skin in those areas.

she notices how frantically you’re moving, and holds onto your waist to ground you instead of her. “slow down, bub. ‘m not going anywhere,” she attempts to reassure you. but her voice just sounds so heavenly that it does the opposite, a low groan coming from your chest as you bury your head in the center of her almost exposed tits.

when she giggles at you, your face heats up and you lick your lips with more determination.

you wish you hadn’t blacked out as soon as robins boobs are exposed, but next thing you know you’re between her thighs, facing her bare cunt.

she’s watching you, propped up on her elbows with her brown hair messy atop her head. when you lift your gaze up to her, she sends you an innocent smile, as if her legs aren’t opened up for you.

“you gonna do something or are you gonna stare at me?”

and then you’re kicked into action between robins legs, eating her out until your jaw begins to cramp up.

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when/if ur taking requests, could u do some dom!robin writings? i love all ur fics sm and would love to see some more robin

i was legit sitting in front of my computer writing so i wrote this rq. includes boot riding, finger sucking, choking (like inside the mouth), and i think that’s it …

Deep down, somewhere inside of you, hidden beneath an insane number of layers shrouded in hormones, you felt embarrassed.

Sucking on your girlfriend's fingers, slicking them up for her, was not the most embarrassing thing. The way she purposefully forced them down towards the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex until your eyes watered and your nose ran, was the most embarrassing part.

Robin practically had no mercy on you tonight.

You’d already begged for her fingers or cock or tongue, and all you got was her thigh. Which, you shouldn’t be complaining, you should be grateful you got anything at all.

But the brat within you could never be grateful for too long.

Begging for more––more than you deserved––brought you here.

Straddling Robin’s Dr Martens, only wearing your white panties, with Robin’s fingers down your throat, prepping them to eventually enter your cunt.

You had no idea when ‘eventually’ would come. It felt as if it’d been an eternity at this point. However, you still couldn’t complain because in all of the fuss you’d made, and with all of Robin’s torture, she’d graciously let you ride her boot.

Your hips twisting and turning and grinding against cotton and leather. You hummed and moaned around Robin’s fingers, sniffing as you swirl your tongue around the digits.

Robin easily caught onto your endgame.

“Putting on a show?” She asked, tone condescending. The corner of her pink lips twitched up into a smirk.

Mm-mm your words muffled around her fingers. Robin scoffed and rolled her eyes, not believing you for a moment.

“Don’t lie, baby. Good little sluts don’t lie, right?”

You nodded, confirming Robin’s suspicions and answering her rhetorical question in one. She smiled, praising you and looking as if she was ready to devour you in one gesture.

“Now,” She finally removed her fingers from your mouth, her dry index crooking under your chin as she lowered herself until her lips were almost touching yours.

You knew better than to move so you stayed put.

“How about I finally give you what you’ve been begging for.”