#Robin buckely x gn!reader

[gay-dorito-dust]

You, Steve and Robin being each other’s wingmen;

you and Steve being robin’s when it came to Vickie, going to pep rallies per her request, poking fun at Tammy Thompson, and making sure that she didn’t say anything that would ruin her chances whilst also hyping her up on the car ride there which only ends in Robin and Steve having their little arguments over the word boobies.

You and Robin being Steve’s whenever a beautiful/and or handsome person walks into Family Video, hyping him up, telling half-truth stories to make Steve look good and hopefully score a date, praising his skills and qualities without it coming across as anything other then platonic because to Robin Steve was the annoying sibling who’d stand in the doorway not speaking before leaving.

Robin and Steve being yours whenever you were talking with Eddie/Gareth/ anyone you were currently crushing on, facepalming from afar whenever you indirectly embarrassed yourself and would visibly cringe while giving you a halfhearted double thumbs up. There’s no doubt that they would playfully mock you afterwards as you groan into your arms, calling yourself an idiot as Steve and Robin sympathetically patted you on the back whilst agreeing that you were indeed an idiot but that’s one of the reasons why they love you.

You’d three would sit on the counter at Family Videos with the sign flipped to ‘closed’ as you laughed and bantered with one another, arms flung over each others shoulders, enjoying each others company and damning yourselves for not finding each other sooner in life if it meant having a friendship as great as yours.

[chestharrington]

Adult Education || Part Two

Summary: Weeks into your newfound routine with Steve, you decide to shake things up a bit. It'll be fun and casual, right?

Couple: Steve Harrington x AFAB!Reader (GN Pronouns)

Category: Smut/Fluff

Content Warning: graphic smut, slight voyeurism, fingering, handjobs, awkward depictions of visiting a sex shop, slight drug use

Word Count: 7.5k

Requests: Open!

Robin was extremely tired of your bullshit. Both of you. The giggly calls to Family Video— “Hey Robin! Can you put Steve on the phone?”— and the way neither of you was very subtle about your “secret” meetups. She wasn’t even sure they were supposed to be secret anymore. 

And Steve was almost worse. He’d spilled everything to Robin, and he still tried to act like what was happening between the two of you “wasn’t a big deal.” Which was dumb, because it very clearly was to him. 

And you… she couldn’t quite read you. Sure, you seemed to like whatever was going on between the two of you, or you wouldn’t have giggly, super long phone calls with Steve on the days you weren’t following him around like a lost puppy. Those days were maybe the most insufferable. The inside jokes, the banter. She just wanted to know if you two were an item so she could stop feeling so left out. 

She swirled a fork through her lunch, which had been poorly reheated over break. With a glance towards Steve, whose head was glumly rested in his hands, she spoke up. “No call from your sweetie pie?” She teased. 

“Nah,” Steve sighed, before catching Robin’s underlying meaning. He furrowed his brows, annoyed. “Don’t say anything.”

“I will be saying something, Harrington, because I am sick of you two dancing around your obvious attraction to one another!” She said finally, pushing her lunch away. “How do you think this is all gonna turn out, smart guy?”

He sighed, and she could tell he was thinking about it— really thinking about it. It almost made her feel bad for pressing the matter. 

“What if this is the closest I’ll ever get to being with them?” He finally asked with an alarming amount of earnestness. Robin sighed, her lips turning down into a frown. Oh, Steve. “Like, I  could technically tell them ‘Hey, by the way, I want to kiss you and take you out on dates and make sweet, sweet love to you pretty much every waking moment,’ but I could scare them away. I could lose them so easily.” He sighed, looking like he wished he could shove all those words right back inside. “Anyways, if this is the only way I can be with them, I’ll take it.”

Robin sighed. “You’re selling yourself short, Steven. Ten bucks says when they walk in this door later today, they go straight to you.”

———

You walked into the video store like you belonged there, much to Keith’s chagrin. 

“No.” The word escaped him firmly. “No, you’re leaving. You can’t just treat this store like some sort of hang-out spot.”

You pouted, leaning against the doorframe. “Keith,” you whined. “C’mon, man, I’m here for an actual rental this time.” He looked at you pointedly, so you made a show of heading for the science fiction section. “See! A New Hope.” You held it up and approached the counter. “That’s all I wanted.”

He looked at you skeptically, brow raised. “And, uh, I wanted to simply invite Robin and Steve to join in on my family movie night, but, uh, I can always go to Video Village and rent from there.” You raised a brow, testing him, and he sighed.

“They’re on break out back. Rent first, talk after.”

You sighed, slapping a few bills on the counter. He seemed to take his sweet time counting the money and distributing change. You tapped your foot impatiently until he finally slid the VHS and change over the counter. “Alright, knock yourself out.”

You grinned, grabbed your tape, and dashed past him into the back rooms where the rear exit was. As soon as the heavy door slammed open, you heard panicked coughing and whispered curses. You grinned, shutting the door behind you.

“It’s not Keith, don’t worry,” you said, wrinkling your nose at the very pungent smell of pot. “Knock yourselves out.” Steve pulled you into his side, taking a quick hit before passing the joint to Robin. He turned his head to blow out the smoke, then looked down at you through half-lidded eyes. “Hey,” he said with a dopey grin. “Took you long enough.”

You sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “I’m house-sitting for the nice little old couple next door. And I’m a total professional, so I had to water a few plants and get some mail before I could come see my favorite people.”

Robin coughed unceremoniously, fanning the air around her face. “Keith see you?” She took a long pull and exhaled with a contented sigh, too stoned to care if Keith knew they were smoking in the alleyway.

“Yeah,” you replied with an eye roll. “Weird fucker hates me. I had to rent a tape or I wouldn’t have been allowed in.” You held up the VHS to drive home your point and she giggled. 

“Aww, you rented Star Wars to see me?” Steve said with a wide smile. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you said with an eye roll. “Don’t let it get to your head.” Your cheeks felt warm as both Robin and Steve’s gazes fixed on you, like an ant under a magnifying glass. 

You felt your cheeks burn hotter as you mumbled the reason you really showed up. “Oh, and, uh, my parents want to invite you both for dinner and a movie tomorrow, so, like… come over after you get off, okay?” 

The words came out rushed and jumbled. There were only so many times you could make excuses about sleeping over at Robin’s or bring up something funny Steve had said before your parents wanted to insert themselves in the middle. The offer to host them seemed less like a friendly invitation and more like an order. 

“Sweet!” Robin said with a giddy smile. “Your parents’ cooking is bomb. Like, that time I came over to study and your dad made us omelets? Oh my god, is he making omelets again?” 

“I think it’s, uh, pasta tomorrow,” you replied, which seemed to please Robin more, if possible. You turned to Steve with a furrow in your brows, watching him take a pull from the joint with keen fascination. He had a pretty mouth. He caught you looking after he’d exhaled, his mouth quirking up in a half-smile. 

You stammered. “Is— uh— is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, yeah sounds good.” His gaze was intense. No breaking eye contact, no shifting his eyes, just… looking at you. “Is that good for you?”

“The pasta?” You asked with a tilt of your head. He nodded. “Yeah, Steve, pasta’s good for me too.” He smiled wide before pressing his lips to the top of your head. He was so warm, not just physically, which was usually true, but in his entire being. You just felt good when you were with him. 

Robin’s watch beeped loudly and she sighed, taking the joint back from Steve so she could have the last hit. “Break’s over dingus. I’ll see ya inside.” She dropped it on the ground and stubbed it out with her oxfords before reaching in her bag and spraying some sort of cheap perfume all over herself. You frowned at the overwhelming smell of what could’ve been your nana’s old perfume wafting your direction as she left. 

Alone with Steve, you felt the intensity of his closeness practically double. “Uh, I had a good time last night,” you said softly. “I think that old guy was right. Pleasure Olympics might just be in my top three.”

Steve laughed so hard his shoulders shook and you smiled up at him. “God. Never bring up that old guy ever again. What’s the point of guys that old watching porn? Half the time their dicks don’t work anyway.” 

You groaned, nudging him with your shoulder. “Ew, Steve. You should have some empathy. That could totally be you someday.” 

He shook his head incredibly insistently, like he’d seen into the future already. “No, because my dick is going to work forever, obviously.” He wrinkled his nose at his own words like he wished he could take them back immediately. “On that note, I need to go act sober and rent some movies to people.”

You grabbed his arm before he turned to go, keeping him near you. “Come over after your shift? I wanna check this place out and I’m too nervous to go alone.”

He nodded quickly, a smile spreading across his features. “Yes!” He said eagerly. He coughed, cleared his throat, and amended his tone. “I mean— Yeah, okay. Sounds good, I’ll, uh… I’ll pick you up?”

You nodded, chewing your lip to contain your excitement. “Yeah, it’s a date, Stevie. You’ll love it, I promise.”

He looked like he wanted to melt as he nodded, smiling sweetly down at you. “I uh…” He trailed off, blinking a few times. With one hand, he gestured vaguely to the metal back door of Family Video. “Videotapes.”

You giggled, trying your best to fight a grin as you nodded. “Yep. Go get ‘em big guy. I’ll see you later, alright?”

He nodded, turned directly into the door, swore under his breath, and slipped back inside. 

———

At precisely three fifteen in the afternoon, Steve was outside of your house, practically vibrating in his seat with anticipation. He watched you walk out the front door, turn to wave to your father, who was seeing you off, and hurry towards the passenger seat. 

“Hey, Stevie,” you greeted as you slid into the car, smiling over at him. “Ready to go?”

“I, uh, I don’t even know where we’re going,” he said, almost nervously.

You patted his arm and grinned. “Get on the highway going eastbound and take the third exit, alright? Trust me on this.” He nodded and peeled off, his tires screeching against the suburban asphalt. You sighed, leaning back against the seat. His car always smelled like his cologne, and you happily took a deep breath as you turned to look at him. 

He didn’t notice for a while, until he caught you out of the corner of his eye. At a stop sign, he furrowed his brows. “What is it?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. I’ve liked hanging with you lately, that’s all.”

“Me too,” he replied. “Like, we were friends before and that was cool and everything, but now—“ He was cut off by the car behind him honking repeatedly, urging him to just go already. “Shit.” 

You looked at him expectantly. “But now…?” You trailed off, hoping he’d pick up where he left off. 

“I guess now things are just better.” You nodded, turned on the stereo, and put your feet on the dash.

Better was the perfect way to describe it. You were still both… you, but you were more than that. Never in your entire life had you felt more comfortable being vulnerable with someone. You liked that every free moment, you were both jumping at the chance to be together. 

How long had it been since you’d had that?

The rest of the car ride was brief— your destination wasn’t exactly far. You told him when to exit, and directed him into the parking lot. He swallowed as he parked, looking up at the sign that placed a shadow on his car. 

Lion’s Den: XXX Movies, Toys for Lovers, And More!

“No,” he said firmly, meeting your gaze. “I’m not… no way.”

You put on your prettiest smile and leaned across the center console. “C’mon, Steve, I told you to trust me, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but… I mean, what if someone recognizes me inside?” His pretty brown eyes were wide, his lips turned into a nervous frown. You wanted to just squeeze his face with your hand, for some reason. You decided not to think about that too much. 

“We’re three exits outside of Hawkins, and if anyone recognizes you, they’ll have to explain why they’re here too, right?” You smiled victoriously. “Can’t call you out for being a pervert when they’re one themselves.”

“What did you need here again?” He asked as he got out of the car, finding it incredibly impossible to tell you no. 

You shrugged, slamming the car door. “Just felt like exploring with my best pal, Steve Harrington. Who knows, we might find something fun.”

He walked right on your heels as you entered the store, waving an awkward greeting to the man behind the counter as he followed you within. The walls were lined with sexy everything. Lingerie, books, movies, toys. You didn’t really know where to start.

“Lingerie first?” You asked, nodding towards the racks and racks of lace, velvet, and silk. He nodded wordlessly, his cheeks a burning red. You had to chew on your lip to keep from laughing— it was just too adorable. 

He stood respectfully beside you as you flipped through the rack, holding up the occasional teddy or babydoll gown for his appraisal. He just blinked a few times, opened and closed his mouth, then nodded. It was like that for each and everything you showed him. 

“Steve, you’re not really being a big help,” you chided with a playful grin.

“I can hardly think right now,” he mumbled, running his fingers over white silk on the rack. It felt so soft that he wanted to buy it for you then and there just so he could imagine you wearing it. “Is it hot in here?” He tugged at his collar and cleared his throat a few times. “I’m really hot right now.”

“Hey, breathe, okay?” You said, holding onto his arm. He really was burning up under your touch. “No one else is here except the guy behind the counter, and I’m sure he’s seen crazier stuff than two twenty-somethings browsing the wares.”

He took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” he said. “I can be cool about this.” He swallowed as you turned back to the shelves and grabbed a pale blue babydoll with lace around the edges. You turned to face him and held it up to yourself, raising a brow. 

“What do you think?”

He wanted to pass out. He could imagine you in it so easily— how the silk would feel on your skin, the way the lace would fall around your thighs and tits. He could especially imagine peeling it off of you, how warm it would be from touching you. He felt his dick twitch, trapped uncomfortably in his tight jeans. God, he wished he’d had some sort of notice so he could’ve worn some sweats or something. Or, actually, that probably would’ve been worse for him.

“I think you should buy that one,” he said quickly. He grabbed the soft white teddy and pushed it towards you. “And this one too.” You smiled prettily up at him, and he wanted to propose marriage or eternal love on the spot. He’d follow you anywhere— into certain danger, into hell, or even into a sleazy sex shop. 

And then came the toys. His mouth felt dry as he watched you peering at the shelves, your tongue slipping out to wet your lips. Some of them were big… and lifelike. You took one in your hands and he wanted to whimper. Your painted nails wrapped around the silicon, not even making it all the way around. Your hand looked so fucking small. 

And you giggled, a bright, pretty sound and he wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor. Become one more stain that the store’s patrons had left. “This is ridiculous,” you muttered, wielding it like a gun toward him. He made himself laugh, but it was clearly forced. You replaced it on the shelf and went back to browsing.

“Yeah, super ridiculous,” he said, his mouth feeling even drier. They really should’ve had water stations around places like this. “Uh, what about that one?” He pointed towards the top shelf and you laughed, reaching on your tiptoes to bring it down. 

“Steve,” you said with disbelief. “This would kill me.”

“What?” He asked, brows furrowed. “No, that’s literally just like mine and I’ve never killed anyone.”

“Stevie, I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but your dick is not the size of my forearm,” you said. You placed the toy against yourself and the tip hit above your navel. “See. That wouldn’t even feel good.” You hopped to place it right back on the shelf and began perusing again. 

He wanted to scoff, or something and defend his ego, but it was useless. You’d literally seen what he was packing, and while you were impressed, you weren’t a liar. You gasped victoriously and turned to face him, holding a smaller, but still above-average dildo. 

“This is about where you’re at, right?” You asked rhetorically.  Because, y’know… you knew. You held it right where you’d held the other and nodded approvingly. “See, this isn’t going to bruise my organs or anything, but it would still feel good.”

Steve nodded, biting down on his tongue until he feared he would bleed. There was no way you didn’t realize what you were doing. “So that’s like… the ideal?”

You looked at him pointedly. “Don’t fish for compliments, Stevie,” you said as you brought the box for that toy down, turning it over in your hands. “Anyways, I think I might actually buy this one.” You paused, meeting his gaze curiously. “That’s not weird or anything, right? Since I kind of compared this one to you.”

He swallowed. He wanted to say that it wasn’t weird and that actually made him want you to buy it more and that he wanted to watch you use it. But instead, he just shook his head. “Not weird,” he said weakly. That was the best he could do. 

You smiled, holding your wares in your arms as you continued to browse. He followed you closely, placing his chin on top of your head when you came to a stop at some of the tapes. 

“See anything you like, Steve?” You asked, turning your head to peer back at him. 

Yes. Yes. You’re literally right in front of me. He didn’t know what to say or how to explain that he was so hard he couldn’t even focus on the VHS tapes, despite them having tons of naked girls on the cover. All he could think about was you. 

The door swung open, startling him, and he pressed himself into you, trying to hide his obvious boner from the new shoppers. You froze, unable to ignore the feeling of him hard against your back.

Oh. It wasn’t like you weren’t hoping it would happen, but you figured he might be able to contain himself until you were in the car so you could park somewhere and get off together. But he was desperate behind you, a shaky moan escaping him as you shifted where you stood. 

“Steve,” you said softly, covering his hands where they gripped your hips. “If you trust me, I’ll take care of you.”

“Okay,” he replied, his voice weak in the back of his throat. 

You shoved the toy and lingerie onto a shelf that you completely intended to return to later and grabbed his hand, guiding him into the back of the store. In the hall by the bathrooms, there was another room, completely dark and lined with booths. 

“What are we—?” He was cut off by you opening the door and nodding him inside. It was like a cheap school bathroom stall, except there was a TV that took quarters. “Oh.”

“Got change?” You asked, patting his wallet in his pocket. He was so lucky that he tucked himself to the other side or he might have cum then and there. He nodded, grabbing his wallet nervously as he took out at least two dollars worth of quarters to feed into the machine. “Alright, pick your movie, Stevie.”

Your hands slipped under his shirt, feeling the hot skin beneath, tracing each dip and curve along his abdomen and sides. He gave a shaky breath. With eager hands, he pressed a random button. He didn’t give a shit about dirty movies when you had your hands on his body. 

Moans filled the small space as the movie clips played, but you took your time feeling him. Your fingers brushed over his chest, nails combing through the thatch of hair there. You sighed contentedly, breath hot against his back. 

“This okay?” You asked softly, moving your hands back down his body. “I know it’s against our rules, but—

“Fuck, fuck, it’s okay. It’s so okay,” he gasped, his hands balled into fists, pressed above his head on the wall to keep him upright and from crumbling beneath your touch. 

A string of curses escaped his lips as your fingers found his belt and made quick work of it. The buckle jingled as it slipped free of one of the loops, forgotten as you unbuttoned and unzipped him. 

He was warm beneath your touch, almost on fire. You pushed his briefs down just enough to free his cock, relishing in the gratified moan he released as you took him into your hand. 

You stood on your tiptoes, nuzzling against his neck to press a soft kiss there. His skin tasted of sweat and cologne. “This feel okay?” You asked, slicking up his length with the precum that was practically leaking from him. He nodded, his breath heavy and coming in pants. “Good. I want it to feel good for you Stevie.”

Your free hand wandered beneath his shirt, nails raking along warm, damp skin. You would be lying if you said you weren’t hot yourself— sweat beading at the back of your neck.

He thrust into your hand, desperate and needy. You soothed him with a kiss to the back of his neck, whispering against his skin. “Shhh… I’ve got you.” You pressed another open-mouthed kiss to his neck, letting your teeth graze him. “Let me take care of you, okay?”

He cried out as your thumb swept across the head of his dick, not even caring if anyone else was listening despite feeling so shy earlier. You were good. So good that he wanted to simultaneously thank and kill whoever you’d touched before to be so fucking good at jerking him off. 

This was Steve Harrington, king of the hook-up, founder of skull rock— and he was terrified he was going to cum after hardly any action at all. He just wanted you so bad. The mere act of you touching him set every cell in his body aflame. 

“You’re so good, Steve,” you said softly, remembering how he’d reacted to your praise that first night. Now was as good a time as any to put that detail to the test. “So big, can barely fit my hand around you. See how little my hand is compared to your cock?”

He swore breathily. He’d never heard you talk like that once. 

“So big and so pretty for me. The prettiest guy I’ve ever seen.” You pressed another kiss to his neck. “Cum for me, Stevie. I wanna feel you cum while I’m touching you.

He was done for. With a string of moans, he came hard, ropes of pearly white painting the walls of the booth. It was gross if you thought about it, but you were too hung up on his pretty moans and the feel of him twitching in your hands to care. He thrust shallowly into your grip as you guided him through his finish, groaning at the way you squeezed him slightly before letting go.

“God, that was hot,” you said with a grin, meeting his gaze as he turned around, blushing deeply as he tucked himself back into his pants. “Was that all okay?”

He nodded, chest still heaving. “It was great.”

You grinned. “Great,” you echoed. “I should go clean up.” You held up your hand, glazed with his cum, and he grimaced, clearly apologetic. 

“God, I’m sorry, that’s—“

“Steve, it’s fine. I told you I thought it was hot, and I wasn’t kidding,” you said firmly. “Stay here while I clean up, then we’ll do our walk of shame together.” You paused, glancing around the booth. “Actually, you might want to wash your hands too.”

———

Back on the highway, Steve’s knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the wheel. You toyed with the plastic handles on the little black bag in your lap, the crinkling sound drowning out Wham on the radio. 

“Where are we gonna park?” Steve asked suddenly, turning to glance in your direction. 

“Park?” You asked, a furrow between your brows. “Why are we parking?”

An awkward laugh slipped past his lips. “Uh, because you didn’t cum.” His expression was earnest— the sweetest puppy-dog eyes you’d ever seen. It was sweet that he wanted you to experience as much pleasure as you did. But your silence on the matter made his cheeks turn pink with sheepishness. “You bought that fake dick so I thought you wanted to… I dunno… use it, I guess?”

At his words, your mouth dropped open in realization. “Oh,” you replied. An uncomfortable laugh escaped you. “No… Stevie, I’m not going to fuck myself with a sex toy in your car.”

“Oh… I mean… yeah that, uh, makes sense.” He paused. “Do you want to like… fuck yourself with it somewhere else? I think there’s a blanket in my trunk if you want to go to Skull Rock, or—“

You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t want a public indecency charge.”

He nodded, trying to stay nonchalant. “Yeah. Duh. Of course.” He set his mouth in a firm line, and you figured it was his way of stopping himself from saying anything else. “Yeah, just forget I asked.”

You sighed as he turned up the radio, humming along to the Beastie Boys. It was obvious that he was dejected from the way his brows furrowed, the corners of his mouth twitching downward. 

“It wasn’t a no, Steve,” you said gently, putting a hand on his arm. “It’s a ‘not in public.’”

He perked up, eyes wide with surprise as he met your gaze, taking in the sight of your growing smile. “It’s— It’s not a no?”

You shook your head firmly. “Can you swing by mine tonight? Late?”

He nodded eagerly. “Yeah, shouldn’t be a problem.”

———

Steve parked in front of your neighbor’s house, knowing that they were gone and wouldn’t mind. There was a skip in his step as he made his way along the lawn, already seeing dim light glowing from your window. He stopped just shy of the glass, peering in at the sight of you standing in front of the mirror, running your hands along your body. Blue silk covered your skin, the lace hem stopping just barely below your ass. 

His breath caught in his throat as he watched your hands wander over your tits, nails dimpling skin and lace. You smiled at your own reflection, then slipped the straps off, allowing the gown to pool at your feet. 

“Holy shit.” The words slipped out without him actually meaning to say them as he looked at your naked body in the dim lamplight. He felt his length twitch with need, desire stirring within. 

The curves of your body twisted as you stretched, arms reaching above your head, elongating your spine. The fall of your shoulders told him you had sighed as you turned, picking up the white silk teddy he’d chosen from where it laid against the bed. 

If anyone were to walk by, they would’ve thought he was a peeping tom or something. Fuck. That’s exactly what he was doing. 

You slipped on the teddy slowly, observing your body from each side with a furrow in your brow. Your hands smoothed out the fabric carefully, and he swallowed hard. 

The white fabric was thin and skimpy— he could see everything he wanted to through it. And even though you were just naked, the sight of you in sheer lingerie was even more erotic. 

You smiled at your reflection before you turned, laying down on the bed, your knee bent just slightly.  The lamplight cast a pretty glow over your skin as you tossed your head back, your hands wandering along your breasts, then between your legs. 

His cock pulsed in his jeans, uncomfortably tight for the second time that day, all because of you. He couldn’t help but let his hands brush over the obvious bulge he was sporting. A shaky groan escaped him before he thought better of it. You paused, but seemed to brush off the noise as the wind. 

He couldn’t help himself. Watching you through the glass— the unhurried, lazy way you sought pleasure—was enough to make him feel like a live wire. He rubbed his denim-clad length, swallowing as you threw your head back against the pillows, arching your back slightly. He squeezed, the pressure so good but not near enough. 

He popped the button of his jeans, unzipping just enough to fit his hand. He moaned at the feel of his hand around his cock, chest heaving with restraint. You sat up suddenly at the noise, turning to the window. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, quickly zipping and adjusting his pants. “Shit.”

“Stevie?” Your voice was muffled by the glass, but he made it out clear as day. You hopped off the bed and leaned against the sill, the silk blousing enough that he could see straight through to your tits. He swallowed hard, tearing his gaze from the fucking incredible sight to meet your eyes. “You been there long?”

You made quick work of the window, tugging it up to allow him in. He peered at you from outside, his eyes wide and sheepish. “Uh, no,” he said quickly. “Not long.”

You grinned, nodding for him to come inside. “Alright, pervert,” you teased. “Get in here quick before someone calls the cops.”

He practically leaped over the window-sill, landing with a soft thud on your carpeted floor. You laughed at his eagerness and tugged the window back down, drawing the curtains quickly. 

“So…” you said, settling back on the bed, lying on your side to face him. “Any reason you stayed out there spying instead of coming inside?”

His face fell, a frown pulling at his lips. “You’re right. It was wrong and gross of me to just stand out there and watch you, but you just looked so pretty trying on your new stuff, and then you were on the bed and your hands started moving and—“

“Were you touching yourself?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. “While you were peeping through my windows, that is.”

He made a soft noise, right in the back of his throat, something between a whimper and a whine. “Yeah. Fuck, that was so wrong of me to do. I’m really sorry.”

“Steve, I’m fucking with you,” you said quickly, worried he might actually take it to heart. “I heard your car door slam, so I put on a little show.”

He groaned, leaning his head back until it banged on the window-sill. “You’re such an asshole.” He shook his head and looked at you expectantly. “So are you going to keep going, or not?”

A surprised laugh escaped you at his tone, and you couldn’t help but relish in his desire. In the past few weeks, your confidence had skyrocketed— you had never felt more confident in your own skin until Steve treated you like something worth worshipping. 

With a wink in his direction, you turned onto your back, spreading your legs slightly to fit your hand. His eyes followed your hands, but your eyes were glued on him. Gently, you let your hands wander along the silk, dancing along each dip and curve in your figure. 

“Tell me what to do,” you said, meeting his darkened gaze. He swallowed, eyes trailing up and down your body. 

It was a few moments before he spoke up, wetting his lips with his tongue before he finally told you what he wanted. “Take your clothes off,” he said finally, his voice more confident and firm than you expected. Heat burned in your cheeks at the ferocity of his gaze, the desire within it. You moved to brush the straps off your shoulders, but he shook his head. “Not like that. Slow.”

A shiver ran through you, and you nodded, standing from the bed to remove it properly. Slowly, you brushed the first strap off your shoulder, letting it fall to your elbow, exposing your breast. Already puckered from the cool air through the thin fabric, it felt sensitive so bare. 

Steve sat forward as you let the second strap fall, leaving you naked from the waist up.  A low noise came from the back of his throat, and you gave a shaky exhale. You turned, facing away from him as you brought your hands to the waistband, bending as you dragged the fabric to the floor, where it pooled at your feet. 

“Fuck. You’re incredible,” he said as you turned back around, crossing your arms across your belly sheepishly. “Back on the bed now. I wanna watch you touch yourself.”

“Jesus, okay,” you said softly, lying back against your pillows. “Do you want to get up here? Have a closer look?”

It was like asking a fish if it wanted to swim. Or a dog if it wanted the juiciest, most expensive steak in the world. He simply had no choice in the matter— every single one of his cells was screaming yes. He sat at the foot of your bed, watching you keenly as your hands began to trace along your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

A shaky sigh escaped you as your fingertips brushed along your thighs, making you part them slightly to fit your hand. At the first brush of your fingers against your clit, you gasped, your breath coming in shaky bursts. 

You’d been pent up since the sex shop, since you’d actually touched Steve. And having him just watch while you pleasured yourself was so much more intense than anything you’d done with him before. 

 It would be stupid to deny that you cared about him anymore— it was just a fact of your existence, same as your eye color or the shade of your hair. You liked him. Maybe even loved him, if you really thought about it. He was simply your favorite person in the world. 

“You can do more than that,” he said, the corners of his mouth quirking into a grin. You swallowed hard, fingers dipping towards your center. “Tell me what you’re feeling, sweetheart.”

“I’m so wet,” you gasped, closing your eyes as your head fell back against the pillow. It was too intense to keep looking at him, not with everything you were feeling then. “Just wanna be filled up so bad.”

A soft hum escaped him, making your cheeks heat up. “With what?”

“Fingers.” You barely managed the two syllables as you pushed two digits into yourself, a choked sob escaping your lips as you fucked yourself with them deeper. 

“You sure?” He asked, and you could almost hear his smug grin. You were impossibly wet, you could hear the obscene noise of your fingers pushing in and out of your pussy. And, god, you needed more. “‘Cause if you want something I can go get it.”

Oh. Smug bastard. You swallowed down your pride and nodded, opening your eyes to meet his gaze. “Please,” you said simply, cheeks burning. 

He raised a brow, glancing around your room. “Want something specific… or dealer’s choice? I’ve got my eye on a pretty sick-looking candle on your dresser. Like from Debbie Does Dallas. You remember that one from two weeks ago, don’t you?”

You kicked him lightly with your foot as he burst into laughter, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him smiling. God, you had it bad. “Go get the toy dipshit,” you said, with a pointed look. “It’s in the back of my underwear drawer.”

He grinned victoriously, hopping from the bed to rifle through your dresser while you watched. While he snooped, you continued to pump your fingers in and out of yourself slowly, relishing in the sensation of being filled, even if it wasn’t as much as you wanted. He held up a pair of pink panties with an embroidered cherry on the front grinning wildly. 

“These are cute,” he said as he tucked them into his back pocket. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t ignore the heat that burned in your belly at the thought of him having them. A soft, aha, sounded from his lips and he turned, holding the dildo casually in his grip. 

Your mouth practically watered at the sight, your cunt spamming around your fingers, desperate for more. “Is this what you wanted?” He asked, raising a brow. You nodded and he smirked. “Yeah? The same toy you compared to my dick?” You nodded again, chewing on your lip. 

He sat back on the bed, not handing over the toy just yet. “You gonna think about me while you use it?” He looked at you curiously, and you felt the line of questioning tipping further away from just dirty talk. 

“Yeah,” you said weakly. “I’m gonna think about you, Stevie. Please let me have it.”

His face lit up at your words, eyes brightening with the telltale signs of an idea forming. You felt your breath shudder in anticipation. 

“I’ll let you have it,” he said plainly. “I’ll give it to you if you’re good and let me.”

Wait… you sat up on your elbows, meeting his gaze with wide eyes. “You want to… use it on me?” You swallowed. Hard. He nodded and your heart skipped enough beats to make you genuinely concerned. “O-okay.”

“You sure?” He asked, his voice softer. 

“Mhmm,” you replied, offering a small smile. “I trust you.” You paused, feeling suddenly shy. “How are we gonna do this?”

He paused, brows furrowing as he considered his options. God, you wanted to know every thought running through his head. “I’ll sit behind you, you lean back on my chest, that way I can just reach around and… y’know.”

You nodded, sitting up so he could slide into place behind him. He settled comfortably behind you, wrapping one arm around your belly to ease you against him. It felt strange to be so naked while he was fully dressed, but not enough to really mind. You laid back against him, spreading your legs to allow him access. 

Knowing him, you figured he’d just go in with the dildo and just ram you with it a few times, but you were sorely mistaken. The toy was discarded to the side for the moment, his fingers moving between your legs to rub your clit, eliciting contented moans from you. 

Your hips buck into the sensation, grinding in thoughtless, subconscious movements to get more pressure out of his touch. His tongue clicked, chiding you for your impatience, but he didn’t do anything to stop you. You figured he liked knowing you wanted more. 

“What fingers do you use when you touch yourself,” he asked, breath warm against your ear. 

“Huh?” You asked, almost breathless, too riled up to think clearly. 

He held up his hand, wiggling his fingers jokingly for a moment. “Ring-middle, or pointer-middle?” He asked, flexing them in turn. “I have a preference, I just wanna see if you do too.”

Smug fucker. “I don’t really think about it,” you answered honestly. “Ring-middle, I think.”

“Excellent choice,” he said, and you could practically hear his grin. You sighed, leaning further back against him as his hand settled back between your legs. Your cunt was practically pulsing as he let his fingers wander, dipping into the wetness pooled at your entrance before returning to your clit, circling gently. “You want my fingers?”

You nodded wordlessly, yeah thrown back against his shoulders as he teased your entrance, making you whimper. His lack of action told you one thing— he wanted you to say it. “Please, Steve,” you practically whined. “I want your fingers so bad.”

You hadn’t ever really thought about how his hands would feel until that moment, when his middle finger breached your entrance and pushed deep within you. It felt like heaven, but you needed more. You rocked against his fingers, encouraging him deeper, or to move, or to use one more. You didn’t really know what you wanted, just that you wanted something. 

“So fucking needy,” he mumbled against your hair. “It’s cute.” 

“Sh-shut up,” you said, voice catching as he pushed another finger within you. Ring-middle. Fucking incredible choice. The sounds his fingers made as they fucked you were obscene. You hadn’t even known your body could do what he was making it do. “I want more, Stevie. Please.”

“Yeah?” He asked, removing his soaked fingers to toy with your clit. “You want me to fuck you with the fake dick you bought? Hm?” 

“Steve,” you said, feeling embarrassed for no discernible reason. He laughed lightly into your hair and you burned inside. “Steve I want you to fuck me with it so bad. I really want it.”

“Yeah? You think it’s gonna feel like I would?” He asked, letting the toy run along your slit so it was coated in your wetness. Each brush of the silicon against your clit made you gasp. 

“Almost,” you said, exhaling a shaky breath as he pushed the toy in barely an inch. “It won’t feel as good.”

“No, it won’t,” he said, using his other hand to tease your clit as he pushed the toy in slowly, so you felt each and every passing inch. “But it’ll feel good for now, won’t it?”

As soon as the toy bottomed out, filling you completely, you gasped, nodding desperately. “Yes. It feels so good.” 

“Yeah?” His teeth grazed your ear as he spoke, his words low as he fucked you with the toy. “You like feeling stuffed with cock, hm? Does it feel good to be so full?” You nodded, beyond words at that point. His fingers moved faster on your clit as he thrust the dildo shallowly, just like you needed. You felt deliciously full, and each touch on your clit made your veins feel like fire. 

“Fuck,” you gasped, nails clinging to his thighs on either side of you. “Fuck, Steve, I’m so close. You’re gonna make me cum. Please make me cum. I want it so bad.”

He kept up the same rhythm, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. You felt like crying from the pleasure that he so easily drew out of you, and he was touching you like he was fluent in the language your body spoke. You came suddenly, crying out a mix of obscenities and his name, grinding against the toy and his fingers, desperate for more of that delicious feeling. 

The feeling of him slipping the toy from your cunt was strange— you suddenly felt so incomplete. You felt sensitive all over to the slightest touch, shivering as the chill in the room suddenly became apparent. 

“That was—“ You sighed happily, feeling drowsy and sated with the pleasure coursing through you. “So good. Never understood a reputation more than in this moment.” Your eyes were heavy as you blinked, turning to face him. 

You wanted to press your lips to his, kiss him until you were desperate for breath. You shivered. “Can you grab me pajamas?” You asked softly. He nodded, slipping from behind you to rifle through your dresser again. 

He turned, holding up a blue button-up pajama set for your appraisal. When you nodded, he shut the drawer and returned, grabbing the cherry print panties he’d stashed earlier. 

“See, I’m not a pervert, I just think ahead,” he said with a grin. You slipped them on and let him help you pull the pajama shirt over your head. 

“I still kind of think you’re a pervert, Steve,” you replied as you awkwardly tugged on the pajama pants. You turned to face him, peering down at the bulge in his jeans. “You, uh, want some help with that?”

He brushed you off with a wave of his hand, pulling off his shirt and jeans before climbing into bed. “Nah, you’re tired. Just c’mere.”

You didn’t question Steve wanting to stay the night. You didn’t find it presumptuous or overbearing. The sight of Steve looking up at you from your quilted blankets, his brown eyes so inviting, made your heart melt. You grinned and slipped beneath the covers, reaching over to turn off the lamp before you cuddled against his side. 

He was warm, and he was in your bed. And you were almost entirely certain you loved him.

[yaekiss]

꩜ Room Content: GN! Dom! Reader x AMAB! Male! Sub! Sydney the Faithful, no gendered terms for reader, jerking Sydney off in a cinema, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: This has been on my mind for so long, ugh the grip Sydney has on my mind is maddening. Might also do a corrupted Sydney version after this who knows teehee :3c

It was meant to be something relaxing. At least that's what Sydney had in mind when he agreed to a movie date with you at the cinema.

It's been a while since he's seen one so he thought that it'd be fun to watch one together. (He was even the one who suggested watching the newest romance movie after hearing about it from Robin.)

So how did it ever end up like this?

Maybe he should've paid more attention to Robin talking about the movie because when the beginning of a sex scene starts to play on the screen, he flushes instantly, hands shooting up and shielding his face to prevent him from seeing the lewdness on display.

His sudden actions catch your eye and you turn to take in the delicious view of your lover trying to tune out the raunchy moans from the actors, eyes squeezed shut and brows furrowed so cutely that you just want to eat him up ♡

Your hand finds its way over to the edge of his pants, pulling the band before letting it go, snapping against his skin. A squeak escapes him as his eyes fly open, surprised by your actions.

"W-what are you doing?" Sydney's voice is shaky, volume slightly above a whisper.

"I'm just helping distract you from the movie, angel. Now quieten down, you wouldn't want the people to realise, would you?"

Worried, he surveys the other cinemagoers around the both of you and breaths a sigh of relief when no one else heard the squeak he let out. Turning back to face you, he notices the hunger in your eyes and the blush on his cheeks deepen.

His hands are still held up in front of him so you take the opportunity to slip your fingers past his waistband, teasing at the rim of his boxers. The sensation of your fingers on the skin of his hips has him quivering but he makes no move to stop you from taking this even further. You press on, dipping into his boxers and when you come into contact with his already half-hard cock, he jolts in his seat, biting down on his lip to muffle any noises from him.

Leaning closer, you take his cock into your hand, gradually stroking him until he's hard and dripping. His self-restraint wavers when your nails glide across his slit, hips bucking up with a sharp gasp. Alarmed, his eyes dart around the surroundings, heart jackrabbiting in his chest at the prospect at getting caught. Working him up to his orgasm, he's squirming in his seat, moving one of his hands down to bite down on to stifle his moans as he loses himself in the pleasure you're showing him.

A harsh tug and a scratch along the underside of his dick is what tips him over the edge, he doubles over and his hands immediately shoot to grasp at your wrist so that he can rut into your hand as pure euphoria overtakes him. There's a wet patch growing on the fabric of his pants but he's too caught up in the bliss to notice.

After he rides out his high, he slumps back against the backrest, boneless and panting as he tries to process everything that just happened. Retracting your hand covered in his spend, you hold it before him, expectant. Hesitant, he slowly licks away his cum. He's slightly put off by the taste of his own cum at the start but determined, he carries on until your hand is completely cleaned. Giving your fingers one last suck, he pulls away, face still hot from arousal. As thanks, you grab his face and pull him in for a heated kiss that leaves him melting in his seat, his brain mushy. The only thing he can think of is you, you, you. + + Love

Well, he can't lie, he supposes the movie was relaxing in a way! - - Sydney's Purity

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pairing: steve harrington x gn!reader

summary: steve harrington has been your babysitter since you were 13, looking after you whenever your parents went out (which was quite often). now you're 19, working at family video with him and your feelings towards the older man are becoming harder to hide.

warnings: age gap (5 years, nothing too crazy), slight sexual innuendos, robin being kinda flirty (cause i'm a simp for her and steve 💕) other than that, fluff

word count: 1.4k

a/n: the steve harrington age gap fic based on this request. i had fun with this one ngl. hope you enjoy it anon :) i did make the reader gn cause no specific gender was included and yeah. tbh i had the urge to make this a older!reader fic with steve who is most likely the babysitter of readers kids and basically worships the ground reader walks on but then i realised that that probably wasn't what anon was asking/hoping for and decided to make steve the older one :(

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you sigh in exasperation as you watch the time slowly tick by, bored out of your mind. you're leaning on your elbows, fingers drumming rhythmically on the table top but robin bangs on the counter next to you, pulling you from your intense stare at the clock.

“how is my favourite person doing today?” she practically screams in your ear as she pushes herself up onto the counter. you laugh lightly as you shake your head at the older girl.

“besides from the raging boredom, fine i suppose.” you can't hide the annoyance which is laced into your voice and she chuckles at your response, gently patting your back.

“don't worry. there's only…” she drags the word out, glancing at the clock, “2 hours of your shift left! just 2 hours.” she encourages.

“oh yeah, which i'll be spending alone cause you're ditching me.” you deadpan. she smiles and slowly walks around the counter so she's standing in front of you on the opposite side. “well duh. there's no way in hell i'm spending an extra 2 hours in this shit hole.”

you're about to say some sarcastic remark but a voice shouts over the two of you, “alright that's enough. robin, y/n still needs to work.��� you turn and see the man you've been secretly pining over for the past few years. steve harrington.

steve used to babysit you when you were younger, he was 18 and looking for an extra buck while you were 13 and a liability to your parents who constantly traveled.

he looked after you until you were old enough to take care of yourself (no 22 year old wants to babysit a 17 year old). you've always found him cute but it wasn't until you were 16 that you realised how infatuated you were with him.

now you work at a small shop called family video with him and his friend robin (who knows about your not so little crush on him). working with him was a challenge… mainly because you had to hide your attraction to the guy, scared that you'll not only fuck your friendship up, but also embarass yourself if you told him you liked him.

“well it's not like there's much work here, now is there?” robin makes a grand gesture to the, very much empty, store. her words snap you out of your thoughts and you quickly look away from steve, hoping he didn't notice your staring.

“oh shut up.” steve rolls his eyes before making his way to the two of you. “well!” robin claps, “i'm gonna go. you two have fun with this.” she subtly winks at you and you discreetly flip her off in return, earning a wink from her.

steve notices her action and frowns to himself, not exactly knowing how he feels about it. robin opens the door and turns to the two of you, bowing. “tata king steve. hot stuff.” you flush slightly at the nickname, still not used to her nicknames for you.

once she's out and the door is closed, you slowly return to the same position you were in earlier, slumping over the counter, fingers drumming as you watch the clock, urging it to go faster.

“so…” steve starts. you look at him curiously. “so…?” you raise a brow, not knowing what else to say.

“so you and robin…” he trails off. it takes you a good second to understand what he's insinuating and when you do you can't help the laugh that makes its way from your chest.

“if you're trying to ask whether or not we're anything but friends then you're delusional, harrington” you laugh some more, finding it way funnier than it should have been.

steve nods slowly, strangely relieved that you and her weren't a thing.

if he's being honest with himself, he was relieved because he's been interested in you for a good 2 years now. he didn't act upon his feelings as he knew it was immortal, he knew it was wrong. hell, the only reason he hasn't kissed you yet is because he's worried you'll find the fact that he's 5 years older odd. that and the fact that you've known him since you were a kid.

“and besides, she's alot older than i am.” you continue as a matter of fact. he turns to look at you, a crease above his brows as he considers your words. “what do you mean alot? 5 years isn't that much of a difference is it?”

you shift on your feet. truth be told, you didn't see it as a huge age gap but you knew that others might. realistically, you were saying that to convince yourself that you and steve would never happen.

so instead of replying, you simply shrug your shoulders. you were confused as to why he was saying any of this, not understanding his angle whatsoever.

“well is it?” he asks a minute or so later. “is it what?” you frown. “is it too big of an age gap?” his eyes bore into yours, wanting, needing an answer.

you nervously look away from his eyes as you shrug again. “i don't know… depends, i suppose.” “so you'd go for robin?” he cocks a brow at you, waiting in hidden amusement.

“no,” you laugh, “not robin.” you mentally facepalm yourself at how that sounds. “oh, not robin but someone else?” he smirks, walking closer you.

“what does it matter?” your tone is defensive and you hate how he's getting you all worked up over a simple question.

“it doesn't matter. just wondering what your thoughts were before i did something i'd regret later.” he's standing in front of you now, arms crossed.

“stop speaking in riddles steve and spit it out already. you're not making any sense.” you copy his body language, folding your arms across your chest as you lean back against the counter.

when he makes no attempt to speak you continue, “what are you going to regret later anyway?” something in his mind seems to click and he approaches you slowly, arms unfolding and reaching on either side of you to rest on the counter, caging you in.

your mind and body freezes, not processing what the hell he's doing. “i'm not sure if i'm being honest. as if you'd be opposed to this.” he chuckles at the end.

“opposed to what?” you ask dumbly, mind foggy from the close proximity.

“this…” he trails off, lips pressing against yours gently. you're standing in shock for a moment, not believing that the steve harrington, the guy you've crushed on for ages now, is kissing you.

you quickly regain your composure and happily return the kiss, hand hesitantly reaching up to find home in his hair.

the two of you pull away after a while, breathing heavily. your forehead is resting against his and you stare into each other's eyes, smiling like complete idiots.

“i've wanted to do that for a while now.” he breathes out. your smile broadens even more, “believe me… so have i.”

you lean forward and brush your lips against his again and he eagerly returns it with a kiss, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“oh my god!”

the two of you quickly pull apart, turning around to see who the intruder is.

there, in the doorway, is robin with a gigantic smirk on her face. “i knew you two would get together eventually.” she quips, causing your embarrassment to grow.

“what are you doing here? i thought you left?” steve's voice is annoyed and frustrated which only makes her chuckle.

“forgot my jacket.” she states simply as she walks over to the desk and grabs it, turning around and heading for the door almost immediately. “well you kids have fun,” she says as she opens the door once again. “and use protection!” she shouts before leaving the two of you alone again.

you and steve look at each other for a moment before bursting out into laughter.

the laughter quietens down and steve is staring into your eyes, a small smile left in his lips. “what?” you ask with a light laugh.

“nothing… just enjoying the view.” he gently places his hand on your cheek. you bury your face in his chest as you wrap your arms around him, just wanting his warmth. he's quick to wrap his arms around you in return, closing his eyes in happiness.

“i don't mind, y'know.” you mumble. “don't mind what?” you internally roll your eyes, squeezing him ever so slightly. “the age difference… i don't mind it if you don't?” it came out as a question near the end, needing reassurance.

“not at all… i don't mind at all.” he kisses the top of your head.

“good to know.” you smile into his chest, not wanting to let go. ever.

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[samrsgyi]

My master list

One Chicago:

Chicago fire:

Kelly severide

Stella kidd

Sylvie Brett

Violet Mikami

Evan Hawkins

Blake gallo

Ritter

Cruz

Casey

Herrman

Mouch(platonic)

Otis

Leslie

Gabby

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Jay Halstead

Erin Lindsay

Kim burgess

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Hank voight

Hailey Upton

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Connor

Ava

Natalie

April

Robin

Hannah

Will

Sarah

Maggie

Denise

Cloverfield:

Rob

Jason

Beth

Lily

Marlena

Hud

10 Cloverfield lane:

Emmett

Michelle

(No frank that bitch is disgusting)

Cloverfield Paradox:

Ava Hamilton

Mina Jensen

Ernst Schmidt

Life (2017)

David

Miranda

Hugh

Sho

Kat

9-1-1:

Buck

Hen

Karen

Bobby

Eddie

Chim

Maddie

Josh

Athena

May

Albert

Lena

9-1-1 Lone star:

Owen

Marjan

Paul

Nancy

Mateo

Judd

Grace

TK( Male!Reader or GN!Reader, he's gay people)

Carlos(Male!Reader or GN!Reader)

Tommy

Michelle

Station 19:

Jack

Andy

Vic

Travis

Demon slayer:

Tanjiro

Nezuko

Zenitsu

Inosuke

Kanao

Genya

Uzui

Shinobu

Mitsuri

Obanai

Rengoku

Gyomei

Muichiro(Platonic)

Sanemi

Aoi

Naho(platonic)

Sumi(Platonic)

Kiyo(Platonic)

A/n- FORGOT TO MENTION!!!!! For Chicago fire I will do Stellaride x reader any gender. It's gonna be poly remember I am taking requests. I could also do brettsey x reader. On Cloverfield poly relationship I could do Beth x Rob x reader. Jason x lily x reader

Hud x reader x Marlena. For demon slayer! (This one is not really poly but I'll give it a shot) Uzui x his wives and reader. Tankana x reader. ZenNezu x reader. AoIno x reader. I can make all these poly platonic or affectionate if only you guys want.

That's it. My hands hurt so bad.

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Characters I write for and Request details

I am also taking requests!

I write for all of the people either romantically or platonically, so if requesting for someone you could ask for someone to be their sibling (Like Eddie Munson x Henderson Reader) when requesting these the sibling and romantic partner must be from the same fandom

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Throne of Glass

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Rowan Whitehorn

The Rookie

Tim Bradford

Lucy Chen

911

Evan "Buck" Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy hargrove

Jonathan Byers

Mike Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Max Mayfield

Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank

Scythe

Rowan Damisch

The Inheritance Games Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Grayson Hawthorne

Jameson Hawthorne

Nash Hawthorne

MCU

Peter parker (Tom Holland)

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Peter Quill

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Matt Murdock

Lance Hunter

Bobbi Morse

Grant Ward

Leo Fitz

Lincoln Campbell

Deke Shaw

Daniel Sousa

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

The Naturals - Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Dean Redding

Michael Townsend

Divergent

Tobias/Four Eaton

Peter Hayes

Eric coulter

NCIS

Tony Dinozzo

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Non Specific

Nonspecific Female

Nonspecific Male

For the nonspecific ones, you can either choose a name or I will do one! It helps the writing flow. Also, for reader types, you can choose GN! Or Fem!

Please include what type of fic you want, angst or fluff.

Any side characters to make appearances?

And any type of prompt

I won't write for; Rape, smut, cheating, incest, pregnancy, children, SA, or anything else like that.

I will write for anxiety, ADHD, ocd, etc. Along with eating disorders and self harm.

[tatakaetime07]

Hi :) I love your writing and I was wondering if you could do headcanons of Eddie, Steve, and Robin(if you do her, if you don't then just character of your choice lol) with a shorter partner who is helping someone move or smth and reader is lifting heavy ass boxes and furniture like it's nothing. And the characters are just like hyping them up/Flirting with them. Thank you if you do this :)

༘✶｡˚ ੈ♡What Steve,Robin,and Eddie would like with a short!partner being stronger hcs

A/n-Omg I've always wanted to write one of these jawkwk,this was so fun to write^^

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠-Eddie Munson x Gn!Reader,Steve Harrington x Reader,Robin Buckely x Reader Eddie Munson x Gn!Reader,Steve Harrington x Reader,Robin Buckely x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:How Steve,Robin,and Eds would be with a short partner whos still stronger then them

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬-:Cursing,suggestive themes

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭-422

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❥eddie munson

-Not gonna lie he would be in the middle of being jealous and being turned on.Honestly he didn't know how someone literally half his height was carrying boxes that felt like metal on your shoulders like it was nothing.Maybe he was being a bit dramatic,I mean he literally couldn't pick up a dodgeball,so it might've damaged his ego a bit.

-But when you saw him moping around,you would walk over with another one of those large boxes and hit on the chest

-"C'mon big boy,its time to start to doing things.""Yeah,yeah,hey why aren't we having a date rn?-"You would yank him by his collar and gently kiss him."What is this not enough for you?"You would tease,laughing.He would just shake his head and do the same,grasping your hand and kissing it.

-"Your such a dork.""Yeah,but I'm your dork."

❥steve harrington

-Steve would literally watch for minutes as you went back and forth between your friends car and their house,picking up boxes heavier than yourself.He would just kinda chuckle with his hands on his hips.

-"What are you looking at,hm?"You would smirk,grabbing another large box and effortlessly going across your friends lawn.At one point you would literally be holding this huge ass box with one hand,when you dropped it off and circled to get a new one Steve would yank your hand so you would turn to him.

-"I'm so in love with you."He would lean for a kiss but you dodge and prop another box into guys his arms."You can tell me how amazing I am when we get all the boxes out mister."

-You would smugly smirk,taunting him as he struggled to carry a smaller box."Ah c'mon."

❥robin buckley

-She would think it was so cute omg,like the second she agreed to helping your friend out she couldn't stop thinking about how you would carry those huge boxes lying around.And god when she did she couldn't stop telling everyone,"That's right guys,that's my partner."

-Everyone would roll their eyes but she wouldn't stop boasting.She thought it was adorable the way you need help tying the boxes onto the top of their cars roof."Here let me of service."She would bow dorkily while helping you."Pssh,well thank you my knight and shinning armor."

-You would stand on your tip-toes to kiss her on the cheek and gently patted it.Turning right back and getting so flustered,like seriously she just felt her face go all red.Oh the things you did to her."Hey wait up shorty!"You would punch her on shoulder playfully,its just so cute ahhh

[robinsvoid]

info and rules!

hello,, my name is bella and this is a side blog dedicated to writing for robin buckely from stranger things!

⟣ . . i only write for robin buckley or maya hawke x female!readers or gn!readers

⟣ . . please check my bio to see if requests are open.

⟣ . . when requesting, please try your best to be specific in your requests. i am willing to write fluff/angst/smut/headcanons/blurbs/fics/etc.

⟣ . . my inbox is always open for chatting.

⟣ . . a lot of my writing will be “blurb-like” unless the requests specifically asks for a full fic or something else (like headcanons, etc.), or if i decide to write a fic.

⟣ . . please be patient after requesting; for i am a woman of laziness and procrastination so it might take me a while to get to some requests! dnw tho, i will make sure to get to them as best as i can

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— that includes reblogging, commenting, liking anything labeled mdni! or 18+, or requesting for nsfw/interacting to any nsfw post.

navigation. © ROBINSVOID

[missallsundaes]

Kinktober 2021 | Day 3 | Voyuerism MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Nico Robin x GN Reader (no gendered language used) cw: misuse of devil fruit abilities, body horror (multiple limbs, singular eyes), masturbation, being watched, blindfolding (with hands), oral (reader receiving, ungendered), nipple play (ungendered) wc: 601

It always thrilled you, how she could be watching you at any time. Listening to you. Just a moment away from her fingers joining yours. The amount of times she had let you see her using her devil fruit in the most obscene of ways, she wanted to be caught watching you. In the shower, while you changed, or, like now, when you were touching yourself.

Leaning back against your pillows, head thrown back, fingers touching your sex, stroking and teasing yourself. You knew she was watching, she loved to watch you, silently. You imagined her face as she watched you pleasure yourself, greedy hands exploring your own body and working you to orgasm. Imagining her soft smirk, plush lips as her tongue wet them. You knew she was thinking about you, and that made you hotter.

Speeding up your motions, rocking your hips in time with your hands actions, moaning softly, “Robin, please,” You knew she could hear, and you wanted her not just your own hands.

You heard to soft noise of her sprouting limbs, growing like flowers from the bed around you, her arms over you now, touching all the places you were the most sensitive, giving special attention not to touch your aroused sex, teasing her hands around your thighs, your abdomen, never replacing your own hands as she teased you. A hand covered your eyes, blinding you to what she was doing, withholding from you the thing that turned her on the most. Her soft fingertips across the nape of your neck, the jawline of your chin, down your sternum to your tummy.

She pulled your own hand away from your sex now, not allowed you the gratifcation of your own minstrations on your body, you groaned, rolling your hips up to make contact with something, anything, feeling so desperately wanting for her touch.

“R-robin,” You groaned, as her fingers pinched your nipples, her well manicured nails trailing the lengths of your arms, tickling the sensitive soft skin of the insides of your wrists. Her hands grabbing your ankles, spreading your legs and teasing you again with her nails, running hands up the lengths of your legs, how many sprouted hands were around you now, you had no idea, losing count long ago.

Feeling the gentle bend of the mattress of her body climbing between your legs, you wondered when she had opened the door, when she had seen you truly spread and on display, for her. By Her.

Her extra limbs disappeared now, and you looked down at her from your position propped up on your pillows, her hair cascading down her back, her body naked, on display for you now the way you always were for her. Without any of her limbs touching you, you felt suddenly cold, empty and longing for them again.

“Robin,” You said, through a pleading breath, ready to beg her if that’s what it took.

“Shhh, my love, I’m here to take care of you,” She said, sitting on her knees on the bed, leaning forward with her hands on your thighs, trailing her slick wet tongue across your sex, making you shudder. It wasn’t long before her skilled mouth had you mewling for her, your back arching.

“Robin… I’m going to.. Come,” You moaned, bucking against her face, her hands now joining her mouth, pushing you over the edge of your orgasm.

“Cum for me then,” She commanded against your body, her dirty words in such a soft eloquent voice making you weak, shaking and moaning loudly as your orgasm released, the waves of pleasure rocking over you.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Number 42 from this prompt list.

A/n: Steve, Robin and reader all live together cuz that’s the dream.

“Steve.”

“Steevee.”

“Steeevvvveee- you know I think he’s dead.” Robin jokingly assumed, looking over her shoulder at you with a cheeky grin. You scoffed, looking over her hunched form at your friend with the perfect hair who totally wasn’t drooling on his pillow, snoring obnoxiously loud that you were half tempted to smother him with his own pillow. “Let me try something.” You told Robin, reaching down to lightly pinch Steve’s nose, watching as he began to struggle; his brown eyes shot open where they trailed up the arm of the person that had been pinching his nose where he saw that it was just you and Robin dressed in nothing but pyjamas before briefly remembering the pressure upon his nose and promptly smacked your hand away.

“What the hell were you trying to do? Kill me?” Steve said as he rubbed his nose, give you both weird looks as he sat up in his bed, running a hand through his hair. “I mean yeah that’s what we were originally going for.” You shrugged, amused as Robin playfully nudges you in the side. Steve only shot you a look but you knew he loved these types of banter you threw constantly have whether it be in his car, at work or even here in his own bedroom at three in the morning as it only solidified your friendship with the dynamic duo that was him and Robin; you had boringly worked in family video longer then them, so when Keith told you that there was going to be two new hires looking for a job, you didn’t think much of it at the time but when Robin and Steve walked through those doors of the store you knew they were going to be important to you later on and you were proven right when they started their first shift.

“What’re you guys doing here anyway?” Steve asked, voice tinged with slight concern as his mind curiously wondered what your arrival at such a time could mean, his thoughts, despite fogged with sleep, were ran ramped with worries about you, Robin, Dustin, Eddie and the other kids well beings, both mental and physical. His eyes instinctually looking you both over incase there was any injuries either of you were hiding from him and yourselves unknowingly as to keep the illusion that everything was fine when it was far from it. Yet he couldn’t seem to find a single scratch, scrap nor bruise on either of you which made Steve sigh in relief that he covered up as a yawn. “We want food.” Robin said straightforward, Steve’s expression dropped to that of annoyance, “that’s it?” “Yep.” “You came here at,” Steve checked the time, squinting through the sleep that blurred his vision, “three in the morning just to ask for food? Don’t we have any in the fridge? I’m pretty sure I made sure to stock it up-“ “yes we have food but me and Robin aren’t too chuffed with the idea of having to do the preparation, the cooking, so on and so forth-look just answer the question dipshit it’s a simple yes or no.” You cut Steve off, slightly agitated and albeit a little hungry.

“So you want me to cook?” “No! We wanna head out to the nearest store and get junk food but neither of us have a car and you do.” Robin butted in this time when it became clear to you that Steve wasn’t picking up what you were putting down. “Is that all I am now that I’ve got a car? Your choir boy?” Steve asked in disbelief as you and Robin looked just shared a look for for a split second before shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe? kinda? yeah your our choir boy. Congrats.” You patted him on the shoulder as he started to get out of bed against his own body’s wishes as he rummaged his jean pockets for his car keys while you and Robin threw each other a thumbs up with the widest grins across your faces. Neither of you saw but after having found his keys,Steve stopped to smile at yours and robin’s theatrics, he acts like he hates them when in reality he couldn’t wish for better friends who’d drag him out of his bed at ungodly hours just for junk food. He would’ve never gotten this with his other friends back at school, not a chance; it was another reason why he damned himself for not finding you both earlier in his life because if this is what he has to endure for the rest of his life then he’d gladly venture to find you both again and again as though you were bonded for life as platonic soulmates.

Alright, alright, let’s get you two your junk food so I can get back to my beauty sleep.” Steve called, standing up from his crouching position to walk out of the bedroom with you and Robin following soon after like little ducklings following their mother. “I call shotgun.” Robin cried as you ventured out towards the car, not caring who she woke up. You groaned, “come on Robin you always get shotgun! When do I get shotgun! Steve I want shotgun!” You looked to Steve, tugging his arm playfully as he laughs, managing to get his arm out from your grasp so he could put it over your shoulders, bringing you into his side as he talked to you in a low whisper. “You can get shotgun when we get back, deal?” He offered you his hand that you eagerly took without a second thought. “Deal.” “Come on you two I‘lol be dead by the time you get over here!” Robin cried as she waited by the car for you two impatiently causing you and Steve to laugh in response.

‘Yeah,’ Steven thought as he watched you run over to Robin with the widest grin across your face, waiting on him, ‘this is the life.’

[gay-dorito-dust]

Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson fic list (ft Robin and Steve)

Eddie Fics:

Eddie w/ a quiet male!Reader (requested)

Where were you when I needed you most (requested)

Soft!eddie moments

Dustin, where’s Eddie?

You’re my everything

Between a Munson and a Buckley

Prompts 45 and 56 (requested)

Eddie x ftm!Reader (requested)

Eddie x chubby male!Reader (requested)

Eddie x glasses/braces reader (requested)

Eddie x male!Reader enemies to lovers (requested)

Eddie x nb!Reader (requested)

Chrissy is dead

Robin fic:

Between a munson and a buckley

Prompt #42 ft Steve Harrington

Robin, reader and Steve being each other’s wingmen

Steve Harrington fic:

Prompt #42 ft Robin Buckley

Steve, Robin and reader being each other’s wing men

Steve x male!reader