#sapphic cheerscoops

[fuctacles]

THE VIDEO

E | 2538 | Cheerscoops | Sex Work, pwp, Transfem Stevie, Friends with benefits kinda? | part 1 here or here but you don't have to read either to enjoy some smut | i never write lesbian smut so half of the fic is me overusing she/her | for @stevieweek

Stevie may be on camera a lot, but the porn context is unfamiliar to her and it shows. She sits tensely on the edge of a pool, sipping on a margarita, when a pair of long legs enter the frame, making her look up and smile.

"Hi," she says awkwardly, and the girl out of frame giggles.

"Hi yourself. Would you mind if i lost the bikini?" she asks, fingers toying with the edge of her sea green bottoms.

"Whatever makes you comfortable, you're my guest." Stevie smiles at her and laughs when Chrissy drops her panties like she's been waiting for permission for hours. The tension dissipates from her momentarily, the air turning from awkward to familiar and friendly in seconds. "Wow, you're eager."

"This set may look good but it goes all up in my crack," she complains as an explanation, while dropping the bikini top on the tiles as well. Stevie laughs again, delighted and genuine. "Besides, you invited me to enjoy a private pool, of course I'd want to swim naked." With that said, she jumps in, splashing her friend in the process.

"Hey!"

"Getting wet already?" Chrissy chuckles just out of frame, only her legs kicking the water. Stevie rolls her eyes. 

"Sure, whatever makes you feel better."

Chrissy swims through the pool, but the only indication of that are glimpses of her naked body when she makes a turn. The camera stays on Stevie, who's watching her while finishing the drink.

After about three laps, Chrissy swims up to her and pops out between her legs, her tits bouncing with the movement. 

"No drink for me?" she asks with a pout after she pushes her hair away from her face. 

In answer, Stevie leans back to reach behind her, bringing back another margarita. She's about to hand it over when Chrissy opens her mouth, so with another roll of her eyes, she brings it to her lips. 

She has to follow Chrissy's movement if she doesn't want to spill the drink, and with the way she tips her head back, she basically deepthroats it in one go. 

"Jesus," Stevie mutters, both alarmed and impressed. 

Chrissy licks her lips and grabs the empty glass to put it away.

"Thank you," she says, before reaching for her friend's cheeks to pull her down for a kiss. 

The angle isn't the best, but it's nothing a bit of enthusiasm and a lot of neck craning can't fix. Stevie licks the taste of chlorine and alcohol from her tongue, making her sigh and press harder against her. Chrissy's wet tits brush against Stevie's crotch, inner thighs, and abdomen, and she reaches down to touch them and test their squishiness. 

Chrissy pulls away with a smack. 

"Harder," she requests, and Stevie's fingers visibly dig into the soft fat tissue. The girl bites her lip, content with the touch. 

"You're gonna break my neck like that, baby," Stevie complains jokingly, to which Chrissy hums in thought. 

"We can do something else," she says before dipping back into the water, now pressing with more purpose between her friend's legs. 

"My neighbors could see," Stevie rather points out than protests. 

"Lucky them," Chrissy smiles wide, before sliding the bottom of her friend's costume off her legs. From the way the camera is angled, all you can see is the flushed tip of Stevie's dick, and even that quickly disappears under Chrissy's hand. 

Stevie throws her head back with a sigh. 

"Fuck."

Chrissy gives her zero warning before assaulting her with her mouth. Her friend makes a surprised squeak, folding into herself as she's hit by the feeling of a hot mouth around her dick.

"Chris—!"

She hears the wettest, slurpiest sound a blowjob can make before the blonde comes up for air.

"Yes, baby?" she asks innocently, not stopping the pumping of her friend's dick. 

"Let's go inside. Please," Stevie whines, eyes zeroed on her friend's slender hand wrapped around her.

"Can I ride you then?" Chrissy asks, adamant about prolonging Stevie's torture, apparently. 

"Yes, absolutely, whatever you want," she babbles back, already crawling out of her reach. 

Chrissy follows, jumping out of the water and moving on all fours like she's a hungry predator that forgot its ability to walk on two legs. They crawl out of frame, but soon the camera switches to the view of the living room, where Stevie gets sprawled on a plush, beige carpet, her friend climbing on top of her and sitting on her hips, dick pressed between bare buttcheeks. 

"Is this inside enough?" she asks, her hips already seeking friction.

"Yeah, it's fine," Stevie pants, hands reaching towards her. But instead of stopping her, she aims down, her thumbs pulling on her skin to reveal her clit. 

"So pretty," she whispers reverently. Chrissy giggles on top of her. 

"Thank you. You can touch it," she encourages, and Stevie doesn't need to be told twice. 

She puts one of her thumbs in her mouth to coat it with spit before she presses it against Chrissy, starting a circling motion. Chrissy sighs, rocking gently on top of her. 

"Mmmm, I want you inside me. You have such a cute dick."

Stevie laughs at that. 

"Thank you?" 

"Thank you, for letting me ride you."

"You just ask so nicely," Stevie giggles. 

Chrissy slides down her body to capture her lips in a kiss again, swallowing her groan when the movement traps her cock between their bodies. She resumes the movement of her hips, now rubbing herself against her hard dick, each slide wetter than the last one. Stevie palms her butt to press her closer, harder, eliciting a sigh from both of them.

Suddenly, Chrissy sits up. She's pouting, and Stevie looks at her curiously, head cocked to the side. 

"Hm?"

"Why are you still wearing this?" she asks, pulling on the strings of her bikini top. Stevie snorts.

"You were so eager to get on my dick you couldn't undress me properly," she points out, raising her eyebrows. 

Slap.

"Ah!" Her back arches at the unexpected sting of pleasure-pain when Chrissy slaps her tit. It lets the blonde weasel her hands behind her and untie the top so she can have her friend in all her naked glory beneath her. 

She smacks the other tit as well, before apologetically latching onto it. Stevie sighs, threading her fingers through her friend's wet hair. 

"You're so sensitive here," Chrissy murmurs in awe between licks to her hardened nipple, so quiet the camera's microphone barely catches it. "Is it the estrogen?"

"Uh-huh," Stevie admits, sounding almost pained. Her friend just switched to the other nipple, kneading and rubbing the one she abandoned. 

Once she's satisfied with her work, she rests her cheek on her breast, pressing close like she's hugging them. Stevie's breath hitches. 

"I wanna fall asleep on them tonight."

She throws her head back with a sigh.

"Chris," Stevie's voice shakes between exasperated and aroused. 

Chrissy giggles like a playful fae the fate has dropped on the human realm just for kicks. And to ride Stevie unconscious, apparently. 

She sits back up and slowly sinks her fingers into her pussy. The wet sound makes Stevie pick up her head again and she groans at the sight in front of her. Thankfully, Chrissy spares her the wait this time, doesn't play with herself but gathers the slick she's produced there to spread on Stevie's cock.

"Og my god ohmygodohmygod," Stevie chants like a litany when she feels her wet hand around her. She gets zero warning before her friend sinks down on her, the heat of her body enveloping her with a tight grip. Chrissy lets out a high-pitched moan and Stevie's hands fly to her hips so she doesn't dare move more.

"It's been way too long, holy shit," she breathes out, eyes focused on the point where her dick disappears inside her friend. Chrissy laughs at that, and the movement it causes makes them both shudder. 

"You've been saving yourself for me?" she asks coyly, biting her lip, and despite her friend's best efforts, starts moving her hips. Gently, in little circles to give them both time to adjust, but it's enough for Stevie's manicured nails do dig into her pale sides, and her toes to curl. 

"Chris," she whines. "You know I haven't been dating."

"Not dating doesn't mean celibacy," Chrissy points out, her hips moving bolder with each second.

"It does when you're a well-known YouTuber."

"Weird flex, but okay."

Stevie rolls her eyes, the banter taking her mind off the overwhelming pressure around her dick. 

"It's just facts, and you know that."

Chrissy hums, her movements slowly inching towards the main course. She sighs when she hits a particular spot, and slides her hand down her mound, like she's trying to feel Stevie through her skin.

"When was the last time you got your dick wet, then?" she asks, before brushing against her clit. Her hips jerk at the unexpected zap of pleasure and they both moan when the movement jostles their connected bodies. 

"Uh," Stevie scrambles with the timeline in her head, distracted by the sight of Chrissy's fingers ghosting over the pink skin stretched around her dick. "Vidcon, I think?" she offers absentmindedly. 

"Gareth?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, baby," Chrissy takes her cheeks in her hands suddenly. "That was last year! And here I am getting a random dick every week, you should have told me!" she says, pouting at her friend. 

Stevie decides to take advantage of the fact she's leaning down and grabs her ass to guide her into a slow, humping motion. She tries moving her hips along. 

"And what? You'd fly out here every week?" she huffs, trying to keep at least half of her focus on the conversation and not how pliable Chrissy is under her guidance. 

"Yes! I can afford it!"

"What about the carbon footprint?" Stevie raises her eyebrow.

Chrissy bristles at that, straightening up and therefore changing the angle of the dick inside her. Her mouth opens in a silent sigh.

"Well, you could keep me here for a month or two. Fuck me whenever you want," she offers an environment-friendly solution, her voice breathy.

"Now, that I could get behind," Stevie smiles, pushing her hips up so Chrissy gets jostled in her lap. She finally starts moving with more purpose. 

"Yeah?" she asks with a smile, slowly losing the plot of their conversation. "You'd keep me..." she grabs Stevie's hand to put it on her other asscheek, encouraging her to press her down on her cock. "...like a fancy sex toy to use every day?"

"Yeah," Stevie agrees with a sweet smile. "I'd eat you out for breakfast and feed you my cock for dinner."

Chrissy presses hard on her clit and moans as her first orgasm hits. She squeezes around Stevie, making her groan and pull her down for a filthy kiss.

"You're so pretty when you come," she says, licking into her mouth as Chrissy purrs in her arms, unable to do much else but comply. 

"I'm always pretty," she mumbles once her mind clears enough. 

"Of course, baby," Stevie pecks her lips and then licks them for a good measure. "Now, didn't you promise me a ride?"

Chrissy's eyes sparkle.

"I did." She sits back up with a smile that she must have learned from Eddie. It sings trouble, the most delicious kind. 

Her fingers dance over Stevie's abs, seeking purchase before she wiggles her butt in her lap, makes a few experimental thrusts, and slides slowly up. Slowly down. Up again. The pace is torturous, but it gains momentum steadily, in a feat impossible for a mere mortal. 

Unless that mortal is a medal-winning cheerleader and track athlete. Stevie can't imagine all that training going to a better use. 

Or a more evil one. After the third time Chrissy slows down, Stevie protests with a groan.

"Come on, stop torturing me!" 

"But you make such funny faces," Chrissy pouts but picks up speed anyway. The strong muscles of her legs are finally starting to tremble, so Stevie plants her feet to help her out.

"Oh," the blonde sighs out, locking eyes with her lover when she starts meeting her thrusts. "Hold me," she requests on an exhale. "Move my hips."

Stevie nods, readjusting her hold on the girl to ease the glide up and down her shaft. Every time she moves her hips up, she pulls Chrissy down, tightening her grip, putting more force into her thrusts, until her friend is jumping on her cock and her legs are trembling. 

"I'm so close, so close," Stevie mumbles, unable to focus on just one thing in front of her. Chrissy's slack jaw, her bouncing tits, or her pussy stretched around her cock. 

"Come inside me, wanna feel it," she asks, and it's close from there. Stevie can count on the fingers on one hand the amount of people who let her cum inside them, and Chrissy knows it's a huge turn-on for her. 

"I— I'm gonna—!"

"Come on," Chrissy starts pulling on her like she could somehow make the thurts come even faster, deeper. She slams down on her with renewed vigor. "We'll make such beautiful babies."

Stevie blacks out. 

When she comes to, her face is peppered with kisses. The sensation in her body comes back gradually, with the help of fingertips tracing her skin. She can feel her sweaty hair plastered to her forehead, and the soft rug below her back. The muscles in her abdomen and thighs twitch faintly, as her body comes back from a brain-shattering orgasm. Her soft dick is still deep inside Chrissy's warmth, and she can feel the wetness trying to glue them together. 

"Shower," she mumbles, making Chrissy snort. Only then does she realize her eyes are closed and she opens them to find her friend's face flushed with exertion and damp with sweat. 

"Give yourself a minute, big girl," she chastises her with a smile, gently slapping her tits. "I don't think I'm even ready to move." She looks at her toned legs folded on the sides of Stevie's hips and pinches her thigh. "Nuh-uh."

Stevie chuckles, reaching up for her.

"Come here."

They make out for a long minute until the sensation comes back to their bodies enough for them to feel uncomfortable. 

"Ready for me to move?" Chrissy asks as they part. 

"Not really, but let's do it," Stevie decides, eyes immediately falling to where they are still connected. 

They both watch as Chrissy raises on her shaky knees, their mixed juices clinging to their skin, the sight and the feeling of their sensitive parts unsticking from each other making them whine. Chrissy sits heavily on the shaggy rug beside her friend and stretches out, breathing deeply.

Stevie does the same from her prone spot, observing her before she speaks up, eyes zeroed on where her bare ass rests on the beige, fluffy threads.

"I'll have to deep clean the rug after this."

Chrissy throws out her head in a surprised laugh. She finally stands up and pulls on her friend's arm to help her up too. 

"I'll help you out with that. Now let's take that shower."

[spicysix]

·❆· countdown to christmas masterlist ·❆·

series summary: drabbles for keerysquinn's writing challenge. each chapter is a different ship (some of them are gen).

status: completed

word count: 2.1k

warnings: all readers are gender neutral, except for the first one with robin. the ones shipped with the other girls were also written with sapphics in mind, but remain gn. no pronouns used

rating: T

↳ ao3

1. first snow | robin X fem!reader

2. santa's elves | gen - the byers & byers!reader

3. fireplace | steve X reader

4. eggnog | argyle & eddie & steve

5. snowball fights | gen - the party (background steddie)

6. mistletoe | eddie X reader

7. freezing fingers | eddie X reader

8. christmas cards | gen - the munsons

9. knitted sweater | steve X reader

10. tradition | steve X reader

11. baking | argyle X reader

12. ornaments | jonathan X reader

13. ice skating | chrissy X reader

14. hot cocoa | nancy X reader

15. christmas carols | steddie X reader

16. picture with santa | eddie X reader

17. sledding | steddie

18. ugly sweater contest | gen - the party

19. movie night | hellcheer

20. gingerbread | argyle X eddie X jonathan

21. grinch | ronance

author's note: i did not finish the four remaining drabbles (days 22-25) and i don't plan to write them, at least not anytime soon. maybe i'll come back to it someday, who knows

the last four prompts, if anyone's curious, were:

22. baby's first christmas | gen - the wheelers (mike's the baby)

23. matching pajamas | cheerscoops

24. secret santa | gen - spicy six

25. proposal | buckingham

divider by @jayteacups

[fuctacles]

The day Eddie quit his job

Me: it would be fun to mix this months microfic prompt with last years Me: hey I don't have anything for rarepair *proceeds to write CheerScoops for STEDDIEmicrofic prompts*

ANYWAY

for @stevieweek Day 7: Rare Pair + sapphic (+ one + pool) | M | 1111 | Stevie/Chrissy &Eddie, mentioned Chrissy/Eddie | open relationship, streamer!Stevie, FanslyModel!Chrissy, friends with benefits (?) lots of wiggle room for interpretation, CHAT FIC

Short stream, big announcement!

elderning: is it time????

beatred: Cheer100 this better be about the pool stream

"Chat, chat, calm down, it is about the pool stream." Stevie is rolling her eyes as soon as she appears on the screen. "I had a nice speech prepared and you're ruining it." She frowns, pouting her full lips. "Can you stop yapping for five seconds and let me speak?"

bimbothelotrguy: No yapping

ballstothewall007: Proceed queen

bimbothelotrguy: :x

"So, we recently hit one million subscribers on YouTube, which, thank you so fucking much, holy shit!" She grins. "And, true to my word, I'll be doing a pool stream as promised. Don't know when yet, but stay tuned, I'll give you a heads-up. And thank you again, though I know you had ulterior motives." She smirks at the camera.

mojito_chan: ulterior motives?? us??

mojito_chan: must have mistaken us with a different chat

bimbothelotrguy: BADONKERS

powerdrill1000: message deleted by a moderator

"Yeah, exactly," she snorts. "Okay, I don't have much time today, but there's this one game I want to check out and we can talk out the details while we're at it."

MasterOfChatters: I have a bad feeling about this

Stevie looks at her chat, and smiles.

"Are you high again, Master?"

MasterOfChatters: would you fire me if I was?

"No!" she laughs.

MasterOfChatters: then yes

She leans close to the mic.

"There's someone in your house, Eddie."

MasterOfChatters: FUCK OFF

big stream big surprise!

beatred: oh

bilbothebimbo: oh no

mojito_chan: I mean...

Stevie's not there yet, but they can see the set-up for today's stream. The pool behind SailorSteph's house is right there. Still behind her house. Still behind the glass door. Behind a huge inflatable pool full of colorful plastic balls.

ballstothewall007: is there at least some water in there?

footjoblover: -slow clap- well played

MasterOfChatters: STEPH YOU MINX

MasterOfChatters: KNEW YOU WERE COOKING SOMETHING

MasterOfChatters: @footjoblover nice nick

SailorSteph: @MasterOfChatters oh I'm not done cooking

footjoblover: @MasterOfChatters thank you good sir

The chat starts flooding after her brief appearance, and her moderator has to put it in slow mode.

"Chat, I'm coming! Calm down!" the microphone picks her up from somewhere in the house, and soon she appears in the camera's view. Her outfit is skimpier than usual, with a tiny crop top and bootcut shorts. She's holding a colourful drink and she steps into the ball pit to settle down.

footjoblover: F E E T

MasterOfChatters: @footjoblover I'll let it slide this once

She sips on her drink while adjusting the stream settings.

"I know some of you might be disappointed..." She skims over the chat briefly. "Yeah, I'm not sorry about that. If you didn't see it coming it means you're new here. Anyway, since you're not getting your softcore fix, I have another surprise for you big babies. We're having a guest today."

ggiirrllss: is it ChiChi???

prawncocktail: please be cheerscoops

bimbothelotrguy: oooo a collab?

elderning: if it's a secret boyfriend announcement imma kms

thepizzaguy: is your hot mod visiting? owo

MasterOfChatters: @thepizzaguy nope, still in my basement. thank you though

bimbothelotrguy: @thepizzaguy boooo sucking up to the mod

MasterOfChatters: @bimbothelotrguy you're just angry you weren't first

bimbothelotrguy: @MasterOfChatters u got me there hot mod daddy

"I'd be angry that I'm playing into your guy's sick fantasies, and I've seen your fanfiction, okay?" She looks straight into the camera, leaning in, eyes squinting. "So don't even try denying. I know what you're thinking about. Anyway, I would be angry if she wasn't such a genuinely lovely person. And she agreed to play with me today."

prawncocktail: SHE

bimbothelotrguy: chichi???

prawncocktail: please be chichi please be chichi please

"Come on babe, don't be shy." Stevie smiles at someone off-camera, and then stands up to help them step into the pool.

"You know, chat..." The mic picks up a new voice. "I've actually been lied to as well, and I flew in here with a bag full of swimsuits." The girl pouts and when she sits down you can indeed see she's wearing a bikini with a kimono-cut short robe thrown over it.

"I didn't lie, you all just assumed pool means water." Stevie rolls her eyes. "Besides, we can still go take a dip later." She sends a suggestive smile to the girl on her left, who takes a sip of her drink and wiggles her eyebrows with a smile.

"I think we broke your chat," she points out. Stevie turns to one of her monitors to see what's happening.

Among the slew of emotes, only her mod's messages can be seen.

MasterOfChatters: CHRIS WHAT THE FUCK

MasterOfChatters: YOU SAID YOU'RE VISITING YOUR MOM

Chrissy, aka CheerCheer or ChiChi, as she's known online, stirs her drink slowly.

"No, I said I'm visiting Mommy." She grins, throwing her long, bare legs over Stevie's lap. Stevie smiles brightly and her mod, who's also Chrissy's boyfriend, knows it's directed at him.

MasterOfChatters: I'm

MasterOfChatters: appaled. speechless. mad.

MasterOfChatters: and so glad I put these fuckers in emote-only

MasterOfChatters: iF ANY OF YOU EVEN SUGGESTS A THREESOME I'M TIMING YOU OUT FOR 24H

emote-only mode is off

footjoblover: message deleted by a moderator

MasterOfChatters: OR A FOURSOME OR IS JUST NASTY IN GENERAL

milkpudding: message deleted by a moderator

milkpudding: I need fanart refs

MasterOfChatters: @milkpudding THIN ICE

Chrissy, unfazed, turns to Stevie.

"One hundred?"

"I'd do it for free." Stevie gives her the most charming smile while idly stroking up her shin. It finally makes Chrissy blush.

MasterOfChatters: GODDAMNIT CHRIS

MasterOfChatters: ENABLERS

MasterOfChatters: @SailorSteph UNMOD ME PLEASE I CAN'T HANDLE THE CHAOS

milkpudding sent $100

"Well," Stevie shrugs, already leaning in. "A hundred dollars is a hundred dollars, right?"

"Right," Chrissy says softly, parting her lips for the other girl to slot into.

The kiss is sweet and chaste, Stevie's hand squeezing briefly her knee before caressing her cheek and letting go. She smiles at her, pecks her nose, and turns back to the camera.

"Hope you got your money's worth, milkpudding. Thank you for the one hundred." She smiles sweetly.

milkpudding: yes thank you!!!

milkpudding: see you in #fanart on discord later! teheheh

prawncocktail shared a clip: CHEERSCOOPS IS REAL

"Should we tell them now?" They share a thoughtful look. Chrissy shrugs.

"Better get this out now before Eds gets a heart attack."

MasterOfChatters: ?????????

"We made something for Chrissy's socials too," Stevie starts, playing with the hem of her friend's robe. "We can't link it here, but keep an eye out in Discord and her Fansly." She smiles at her with mischief before looking back to the chat to see the chaos they've surely created.

emote-only mode is on

MasterOfChatters: GODDAMNIT GIRLS