hello anon! I hope you see this even though it is weeks later! I promise I am still filling all of these backlog requests life has just been a doozy lately!
This is also my inaugural buckingham fic, and boy was it a fun one to start with. I really enjoyed writing this premise and I may end up expanding on this little drabble in the future. 🫡
prompt: 'anxious' | wc: 250 | rating: E | cw/tags: First Time, Virgin Chrissy, Sex Ed 101, Vaginal Sex, Mirror Sex (...kinda) | Buckingham
“… this…” Chrissy watches Robin’s fingers brush over blush-pink folds “…is the labia minora.”
Chrissy’s heart flutters in an anxious rhythm. “They look all…wrinkly and weird.”
“I think they’re gorgeous,” Robin husks. In the pocket-sized mirror, Robin’s fingers spread, revealing soft pink flesh that glistens with wetness. The very tip of one finger dips into it—Chrissy squeaks, jumping in surprise. “That is your vagina.”
“I-I thought the whole thing…?”
“No, babe, just this pretty little hole.” And then Robin is inside her.
Chrissy moans—and immediately slaps an embarrassed hand over her mouth.
A kiss brushes over her neck. “Hey.” Robin’s voice is low, soothing. “I want to hear you.”
Chrissy nods, speechless, and Robin’s finger pulls out, tracing upwards. “This is your urethra…and this—” her finger hovers over the hard pink nub at the top of Chrissy’s vulva “—is the clitoris.”
Robin presses the mirror into Chrissy’s palm, and she watches as Robin keeps her labia spread with one hand and brings the first two fingers of the other down to press against her clitoris.
Chrissy throws her head against Robin’s shoulder with a moan, as Robin rubs.
Robin tsks in her ear, whispering, “C’mon baby, want you to watch what I do to you.”
Heat pools in Chrissy’s gut. Muscles clench. Her body is taut as a bow as Robin’s hand quickens.
The tension snaps, pleasure spilling all over. Chrissy doesn’t know what to call it.
But it’s the best she’s ever felt in her body.
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For microfic: Steve & Lucas bonding (maybe a lil Erica too?) and your word is ‘imply’ 💗
oh no, I got all up in my Lucas feels 😭
prompt: 'imply' | wc: 250 | rating: G | tags: banter, basketball | Steve & Sinclair Sibs
"Are you implying I'm not cool, Sinclair?"
"He might be," Erica called from the stands. "But I'm not. I'm stating it outright: you're not cool, Steve!”
"Thanks, little Sinclair."
"Don't call me that, asshole!”
"Can you stop antagonizing her," Lucas asked, arms crossed over his chest.
Steve threw his arms in the air. "I'm antagonizing her?"
"Well what am I supposed to do, tell her to stop antagonizing people?”
"Fair point." Steve gestured to Lucas, indicating he pass the basketball. "Okay, if you're not going to take my advice to avoid the basketball team, then let me at least make sure your form is up to par."
"Isn't par a golf thing?"
"The nerd does know sports things!”
"Hey, I know basketball!"
"Funny, I've never heard you bring it up before now."
"Because he gets embarrassed that his little friends aren't gonna like him anymore if he becomes a jock."
Steve squinted. "Is that true?”
"No.” Lucas glared at Erica. "I just…it's not something they care about, so I don't bring it up."
"Oh. That's dumb."
"What?"
"What's the point of being friends if you don't talk about the stuff you like?”
"We talk about science and D&D all the time!"
"Yeah, but that’s stuff they like too. What about like—? Will’s art. D’you listen to him talk about that?"
"I mean, yeah…”
"And Max’s skateboarding? You listen to her talk about that?"
“Of course!”
“So are you the only person who doesn't talk about your interests?”
Oh.
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Steve woke to sunlight streaming through the window, and sweet kisses pressed to the open expanse of his back. He hummed, burying his face into his pillowed arms as Jeff's weight bore down on him.
"Morning, babe," Jeff murmured, bracketing his arms on either side of his head.
"Morning. Can I help you?" Steve asked, wiggling his ass against Jeff's hard length.
"Yeah, wanna fuck you."
"What's stopping you?"
"Wanted you awake first." Jeff dropped a kiss on the side of Steve's face and pressed down as Steve's hips canted upwards, slipping inside his husband's wet heat.
"Mmm, that's never stopped you before," Steve said with a satisfied sigh. He'd already been hard and wet upon waking, which meant—
"I may have played with you a little before you got up. But sometimes I wanna hear the sounds you make when you know what I'm doing to you." Jeff punctuated his words with a sharp thrust forward, and Steve's responding moan was almost a cry—a blissed out note sustained over several bars. "Yeah, like that. You sound so pretty for me, love."
"You fuck me so pretty."
Jeff buried a snort into Steve's neck, placing a kiss there as he pulled back to say, "That didn't make any sense, babe."
"Mmph." Jeff's cock pressed up against Steve's sweet spot, dragging across it with the next few thrusts. "I love you too."
"Not what I said."
"Yeah, but it's what you meant."
Another kiss landed on Steve's temple. "It is."
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I opened my notifications for a minute and barely read this prompt before the first bit of it was writing itself in my head, so take your stomarol filth, janai! i may or may not expand on this at some future point.
I have lots of prompts whose fics won't need to exist below a cut, but this is not one of them!
"Bet I'm better at eating pussy than you, Stevie."
Steve cocked an eyebrow Tommy's way. "Why do you think that?"
"I've been doing it longer."
"And I've done it with more girls!"
They both turned to look at Carol, who regarded them with barely concealed amusement.
"What? And I'm supposed to be the judge of that?”
"Fuck, Tommy," Carol moaned. Her bare chest rose and fell with each gasping breath, and Steve's gaze was fixated on the swell of her breasts. "Steve— move him a little higher."
Steve used the hand he had tangled in Tommy’s hair to tilt his head up at Carol's request. "Y'know, I feel like this is cheating?"
"D-don't care. Fuck, right there!"
"You want his fingers now?"
Carol puffed out a small breath and shook her head. "You didn't use yours— wouldn't be fair."
"Oh yeah, now you care about fairness." Steve rolled his eyes. "I just think you wanna get a couple good orgasms out of us."
Carol snorted. "if I wanted to get good orgasms I'd use my own h-han—ohhhh, fuck." Shivers traveled the length of her body, and her hips bucked up against Tommy's face uncontrollably.
Steve wasn't going to let Tommy up for air until he'd brought Carol over the edge, so he shot back a comeback on his behalf. "You were saying?"
"Oh, sh-shut up, Harrington."
"Make me, Perkins."
"Gimme a minute and I will."
"So, verdict?"
"Nuh-uh, if I pick, neither of you are gonna do that again."
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cws/tags: Dirty Talk, D/s dynamics, (very very light) face-slapping, light manhandling, hands on throat (not really "choking" though)
“Gimme your cock, Stevie,” Eddie begged, already out of his mind with arousal and the desire to please.
Steve caught Eddie ‘round the throat, startling a choked sound from him, and pressed his thumb into Eddie’s chin. Steve’s eyes glinted in the light. “Are you the one who makes the demands here, sweetness?”
Eddie swallowed against Steve’s palm, and tried to shake his head.
“Use your words, baby. ”
“No, Stevie.”
Steve’s hand dropped from Eddie’s throat, then reached up to pinch his chin in a tight grip and give Eddie’s head a light shake in rebuke. “No, what, Eddie?”
Eddie whined at the loss of any sort of pet name. “No, I don’t get to make demands, sir.”
Steve landed a couple condescending pats against his cheek. “Good boy, I knew you’d get there.” He moved to stroke his thumb across Eddie’s bottom lip, using his other hand to lazily undo the fly of his pants. “Now, open up.”
Eddie dropped his jaw open immediately, sure he was about to get what he’d been waiting for all night. Instead, Steve just tucked his thumb inside, pressing it down against Eddie’s tongue.
“Look at you,” Steve said, voice low and rough with appreciation. “You just wanna have your mouth full all the time, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, sir,” Eddie tried to answer, but his words muffled around Steve’s thumb.
Steve hummed, a smirk melting over his face. “Too bad you just get to watch this time.”
He didn’t sound very apologetic.
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for the lovely little follower celebration (congrats on 250 btw!! thats awesome!!!):
Scoops Troop (platonic + sfw obv) Sleepover!!
no squicks or triggers really, but im not a big fan of the focus being them talking about a steve ship. other than that, go crazy! 💕
Thanks Devon!! 🫶💚
I have another Sccops Troop fill that I will probably post today or tomorrow (it is still over 250 words 😔) and one thing I am discovering about me is that if I have Scoops Troop in a room together those assholes are just gonna Bicker the whole time. (I love them so much).
"Making friendship bracelets is literally a sleepover staple, Dustin." Erica shoved her face all the way into his space as she spoke.
"Yeah, well, I'm not doing it!” Dustin folded his arms, stubborn expression firmly in place.
Like an immovable object and an unstoppable force. Robin wasn’t sure who was which.
"Ugh, this is pointless. We all know Sinclair’s gonna win this, Henderson."
Dustin squinted at Steve. "So what, you're telling me that King Steve is gonna go around Hawkins wearing a friendship bracelet?"
"Dude, don't call me that. And I thought you were supposed to be observant. Robs and I have been wearing friendship bracelets for months, now." Steve raised his arm in demonstration, showing off the red-and-blue bracelet Robin’d made him after finding an old stash of embroidery floss.
"See, even Steve knows what's up,” Erica snapped.
"Hey!”
"Shut up."
"I'm the adult here, I don't have to take this!"
"Excuse me, who was it that saved you two fools from being tortured by Russians?"
"She’s gotta point, Steve," Robin muttered.
"I'd like to return the subject at hand," Dustin broke in. "I am not wearing a bracelet!"
Steve rolled his eyes. "Weren't you the one lecturing me about ‘leaving behind’ primal stereotypes? What, you scared wearing a bracelet is too girly? What’s that if not primal!"
"Primitive."
"You aren't winning this argument just because you know words better, Henderson."
Robin groaned. “Auugh. How about this, dorkus: think of it as…a Scoops Troop medal of honor.”
“…fine.”
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continuing on the growing trend of "I don't know where this came from"...I think this is the meanest I have ever written Steve. So like, fair warning.
prompt: 'thighs' | wc: 250 | cw/tags: Transmasc Steve ('dick' and 'cunt' used), Light Objectification/YMMV Degradation, Mean Dom Steve, Face-fucking, references to Stomarol | Stommy
Steve wrapped his thighs around Tommy's head. "Fuck. Is this why Carol always asks me to eat her out? Are you this lazy when you have her legs spread for you?" Steve thrust his hips upwards, grinding his dick along Tommy's nose, and bit back a moan as Tommy's tongue dipped into his cunt.
"I dunno why I even offered to train you. Carol and I are better off riding your face and using you like the broken toy you are."
Tommy whined, the vibrations sending shivers down Steve's spine. Steve forced his hips still, fighting to maintain the illusion of the scene they'd built.
"Flatten your tongue for me, little slut." Steve fisted a hand in Tommy's already mussed hair, holding him still so he could rub his dick over the flat of Tommy tongue. "Mmm, fuck. I have to do all the work while you just lie there and take it like a little bitch."
Steve bucked against Tommy faster, chasing after his release, blood thrumming with heat. He wanted to tell Tommy how good he was. How nice his tongue felt on him.
But sticky-sweet vitriol was what drove Tommy wild, and Steve couldn't deny the rush it sent through him as well. Fucking Tommy left Steve dazed in a way no one else did.
Tommy trembled against him. Strung between the need to be good enough and the knowledge that within the confines of their game he never could.
With a gasp, Steve cut him loose.
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if there's one thing I'm gonna do, it's make stobin dance 💛
prompt: 'sunlight' | wc: 250 | rating: G | cw/tags: Fluff, Dancing, Moving in together | Stobin
Sunlight shone through blind slats, motes of dust dancing in the air. Steve set the final box in the dappled light, resting his hands on his hips to survey the space.
Robin watched him with a smile. He was doing that thing he did. Fidgeting without really fidgeting. Like he was tamping down the need to scream, or flee.
Or, sometimes, dance.
Robin ambled over, knocking him off balance with a hip check. He stumbled into her side, and she caught him around the waist. "Welcome home, Fen."
Steve kissed her forehead. "Welcome home, Birdy."
"We should christen the place."
Steve wrinkled his nose. "How?"
Robin spun away from him with a giddy smile, sprinting to the other side of the room. She'd packed her music last for this exact reason.
When she’d finished setting up the boom box and fishing out a cassette, it was to find him leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest with a bitchy moue of amusement.
"If you think you think you're getting out of this you have another thing coming, Harrington,” Robin said over the opening beats of ‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody.’
Robin bobbed her head and shoulders along to the music, shimmying up toward Steve while lip-syncing.
Steve rolled his eyes at her. But no one was immune to the power of Whitney, and they both scream-yelled “Ohhh I wanna dance with somebody!” into each other’s faces as they started hopping around the bare floors of their new home.
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