hello! this is my side blog for all things stranger things/maya hawke/joe keery!! i follow back on my main which is @joanne-woodwards, i also write which i havent done in quite a few months but i want to start it again. i looove writing for steve and i’m also open to requests! this is a remake of an old blog i had years ago and then accidentally deleted (rip sweet blog). i write x reader fics for most joe characters but especially steve, and i take requests! im also writing a steve x oc fic on ao3 which i post about on here. just looking to make friends and yap about joe🩷
We're all in this together girl, you've got this 💪🏼⭐
Thinking about bllind!Gator rn and how he'd have to readjust to having sex, so you'd have to take the lead and show him soft and sensual it can be, getting him hooked on the feeling physically and emotionally. Thinking about taking his hands in yours and dragging those big palms down your body to where you want him to touch you. Thinking about his lips desperately chasing yours once you're seated on him. Thinking about when he finally gets the confidence to take the lead, feeling around the bed beside him to make sure there's enough space to flip you on your back, then doing so so that he can bury his face in the crook of your neck and work his hips in and out of you as much as he can with your chests pressed flush together. Thinking about Gator saying he's about to cum in tone that presents it more like an open question, like he's unsure if you want it inside, so you wrap your legs around him to keep him deep in you😌😌
OHHH MY GODDDDD,
he loves feeling you against him, the skin on skin, the sweat, his chest hair tickling your nipples. he loves to be in your embrace, he can smell your soap, your sweat, your sex, everything that’s you. he can sit and name every little scent that comes together to make the smell of you that he loves so so much. it kills him that he can’t see you, but he can smell you, he can feel you, he can taste you. he feels the way your walls clench around his cock, the way your legs tighten around him. he can feel the way your back arches off the bed and pushes your chest further against his. he can hear the way you whimper his name, the way you’re trembling under him as you reach your peak.
and ohhh my god when you wrap your legs around him…oh that just does him in. you don’t even give him time to worry that you’re not as close as he thought you were. feeling him fill you, the way he gasps and fucking whines against your sweaty skin is enough for you to milk his cock. neither of your hips stop moving until you’re both trembling and completely spent.
and his absolute favorite part? when you guide his face away from the crook of your neck, gently holding his head in your hands, thumbs caressing his cheek. “that was perfect baby, fuckin’ perfect.” you mumble, he can hear the smile as you gently kiss his forehead, nose, each cheek, and over each eye, before finally kissing his perfect pink lips.
oh I neeeed to hear more about gator and pregnant waitress!!!! ok, most importantly is he the dad or is he just kinda sticking around throughout the pregnancy? what’s the vibe of their relationship? is gator scared as fuck or is he envisioning a long happy life with her? tell me EVERYTHING!!!!! (also ilysm and I’m sending you all the happiness in the world)
EEEEE okay so there’s a lot i haven’t worked out, but here’s what i do have figured out
(i yapped so much😭😭)
but the idea is that she works at this diner he always goes to, and they chit chat a lot. she’s new in town (like moved in a couple months ago), knows no one, just hangs out with her coworkers. neither her or gator make a move but they obviously like each other, and the other waitresses are like “oh my god girl stay away from the tillmans are you insane??” and she doesn’t want to date a customer anyways (or actually she just thinks he’d be interested in sex only and she definitely doesn’t want to bring that drama into work.) so at some point she goes out with some friends and starts seeing a guy but it’s some casual thing that turns sour fast and she gets rid of him. then finds out she’s pregnant. she’s out of work for like a week because she’s so sick, and gator is sad he goes to the diner and her smiley face isn’t there to give him coffee and listen to his stories. so when she’s back he asks her out and she’s like, “i really don’t want to do hookups with customers, i’m sorry.” and she walks away, doesn’t even give him a chance to explain or defend himself. she goes out by the alley, has one of the other girls give gator his bill because she’s hormonal and upset that this guy actually wants her and shes pregnant. gator finds her out there and he’s awkward and gator😭but he really enjoys talking to her and he doesn’t want his question to mess things up between them. she once again is like, “no, no, you didn’t…i just don’t sleep with customers.” and gator is quick to clear the air, “well i wanted to take you on a date and all that, ya think i just want to fuck?” and something about hearing that he actually wants to date her, makes her cry more. the poor man is so confused lol. she says, “i’m pregnant gator.” and he’s quiet for a minute and then goes, “but are ya single?”
they’re not gonna just start dating from that, because she’s still like, “you don’t want to date me, i’m literally pregnant with another man’s baby???” and he just doesn’t care, he likes her so much, and she thinks he’s literally insane. but he’s fucking persistent, and he wants to help her out if he can. he’s offering to go to the doctor with her and all this stuff like he’s the dad and she is so confused by him.
like i said there’s a lot i haven’t worked out yet completely, obviously this isn’t going to follow the plot of fargo lol, im not quite sure what im going to do with roy? like if he’s alive he’s like in jail or some shit. gator is trying to be better because he’s not under his dad’s thumb, he’s not even living at the ranch.
i think she might actually give him a chance at dating even though she still thinks he’s insane, after shes been having to skip work more and more because her morning sickness is so bad. he comes over at 7pm after his shift with groceries and her rent is paid?? and she’s like, “you don’t have to do this….its not even your baby.” she feels like she’s said this to him a million times. but gator just shrugs, “not gonna let ya starve and be homeless??” but then her morning sickness gets to the point where she can’t keep anything down at all, and she’s not at work day after day and he’s worried. so he goes over there (or maybe she calls him, not sure yet) and he honest to god thinks she’s dying (she’s not she just has that thing where her morning sickness is god awful, i can’t remember the term and i’m just typing this whole thing on my phone so). he takes her to the hospital to get fluids and something to help her quit puking and she looks less like she’s on death’s door and can keep food and water down. he stays the whole night, he calls off of work, he does all this stuff and they’re not even dating…it’s not even his baby! she still thinks it’s insane but she finally says yes on the date.
so yeah he ends up being the dad who stepped up!! and she honestly can’t believe that he wants her, it’s one thing before she’s showing but when she’s massive and he still wants her, and thinks she’s the hottest thing ever. he’s scared but also wants all this with her, but obviously he’s scared of screwing things up or being a bad dad or just doing the wrong thing. either way though, that’s his baby, he doesn’t give a fuck what dna says but he also wants to respect her wishes if she doesn’t want the baby to have his name and blah blah. (but the little babygirl ends up being a tillman lets be real here.)
i feel like i’ve been the most annoying person ever lately but i can’t even begin to tell you how badly im going through it but if anyone wants to talk about steve or teacake or gator or kurt or literally any of them, please send me an ask!! or we can talk about ideas like gator x pregnant waitress or teacake x single mom or literally anything i just don’t want to think about my life rn lol
can i get tease with chubby gator plossssssss 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
[tease.] sender peppers kisses at receiver's stomach before dipping lower.
“Yer bound t’give a man a complex if ya keep doin’ that, y’know,” Gator said, even as he ran a hand through your hair. He was more tactile now, after losing his eyes, needing to have a hand on you always, or his arm resting against yours, his leg pressed to your leg. You couldn’t even pretend you hated it.
“What kind of complex?” you asked, pressing a hundredth or thousandth kiss to Gator’s stomach, you’d lost count several dozen or so kisses ago.
“What’s got ya so一fixated on my gut, anyway?” he asked, answering your question with a question, which he only did when you knew he didn’t have a good enough answer to yours.
“It’s barely a gut,” you said, “but even if it was, I’d still love it.” You smiled, lips curling against the little pooch that bulbed over the top of the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs. His cock was still stuck in the cotton, neglected and straining, desperate.
“Yeah, doubt that. Gimme a few more years drinkin’ beer ‘nd I bet ya won’t be sayin’ the same.”
“I’d love it because it’s yours,” you said, letting your lips trail over his bellybutton. He flinched away, ticklish. One of your favorite things about your husband was that for as tough as he acted before, and still now after, was that he was also beholden to the laws of being ticklish. He couldn’t help it, no one could.
“Well can ya love me a little bit lower?” Gator asked, lowering his hand to your cheek, his thumb brushing over your eyelashes, touch soft and tentative.
“In a minute,” you said, giving him a spattering of five or ten or twenty kisses, all over the slight belly he had, a couple years of living in comfort with a woman who cared about him treating him just fucking fine. (Also, the beer.)
“I’mma start countin’,” Gator said. “Sixty…”
“Enough, Tillman,” you said, sucking a bruise, you hoped, against his ribs. Even though he couldn’t see, you loved marking him with lovebites. Maybe it was a little egotistical, but knowing he belonged to you drove you crazy.
“Enough yerself,” Gator said. “‘Nd yer a Tillman now too, so that last name shit don’t work no more. Down ta forty-three, Tillman.”
You pressed your face into his stomach, knowing he could feel you smiling, because you heard him huff a little laugh.
“You’re just going to be disappointed,” you said, resuming your work of kissing every square inch of Gator’s exposed abdomen. You sunk your fingers into his sides a little, letting them dig divots into the little roll, and he lifted his hips up into you, his rigid cock brushing against your chest where you laid on top of him.
“Twenty-four,” Gator said. “Remember ‘s how old I was when I met ya.”
You pause, looking up at him, because you wouldn’t have expected that piece of information to be filed away in his memory, but apparently it was.
His fingers were back in your hair, but he wasn’t guiding your face down or trying to. He was just holding you. You leaned your head into his hand, then ducked your head.
“Ten,” Gator said, and you laughed, the huff of your breath on his happy trail making his stomach tense up a little.
“You’re counting down for nothing,” you said, letting your lips trail over the hair beneath his bellybutton.
“Six,” he continued. “Five, four, three… two…two and a half…”
“Two and a half is more than two,” you said, letting your fingers curl into his briefs, tugging them down an inch, exposing the thick tuft of hair at the base of his cock.
“Two and three quarters,” Gator said, and you laughed, finally pulling his underwear off.
“One,” you finished for him, parting your lips and leaning down.
