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gator tillman
s e r i e s •
“𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖” masterpost
carriage house masterpost
measured in threes
part 1: sixteen
“You stay away from that boy.”
That had been your parents’ mantra since you came to the Tillman ranch almost 16 years ago.
part 2: twenty-two
Six years after you left the Tillman ranch, you found a way back.
precarious
part 1: sheriff's gambit ••• part 2: safe zone
you’re the special investigator that the FBI sends down, not to investigate a crime per se; you’re there to investigate roy.
swg
3+1
3 times you sexted with gator, 1 time you didn't
late late shift
sometimes working overnight has its benefits
mirror image
gator finds a more entertaining show than a sheriff's department dinner
valentine's day
nothing says romance like sexting with gator tillman!
imperative
gator? no, dog.
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o n e s h o t s •
cotton candy dream girl
You were a cotton candy-wrapped dream in pink cowboy boots, sweet to look at and even sweeter to talk to, everything he could want.
rearview
Gator lets you off with a warning.
power play
Below we see the Alligator tillmanensis (common name: Gator Tillman) in his natural habitat, experiencing the 5 stages of grief.
nasty
spit kink with gator!
game over • #stepgator for asks/drabbles
what's a little taboo between stepsibs friends?
bite
You put Gator in his place.
free show
Gator brings you to a family barbecue, sans panties.
wanna hear you say
Just a friendly competition is all it is.
deputy, please respond
You can never get enough of Gator.
steve harrington
s e r i e s •
1995
chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3
Steve was cute, and he'd been a decent lay when you were both 17 and inexperienced, but you'd grown up a lot since high school. You could still see him in your mind: Athletic, thin build, mile-high hair, that absent yet pointed expression he always wore. Cute, but something you'd left in the past. You were a woman now. Interested in bigger, better men.
It's 1995 and you're back in Hawkins High's gym, staring down Steve Harrington like he's your next goddamn meal. Because he is most certainly a bigger, better man.
the tipping point
You didn't start out friends with Steve Harrington, that was for sure, but you reached a tipping point.
ch1: bruises
let's show them we are better; joint fic with @sheisjoeschateau
masterpost here • all chapters linked in masterpost.
my blog tag is here
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o n e s h o t s •
best girl
You wouldn’t say you hated Steve Harrington, not back then, anyway—that would mean you had to feel anything for him at all, which you totally didn’t.
sweater stays on
no one was immune to that sex sweater, yourself included.
lesson one
steve teaches you how to swim. among other things.
one more?
34+35 (thank you for 69 followers)
reprise
steve just likes being inside you
live fast, die young
you win a drag race and steve gives you a trophy (that is innuendo)
it could be
after a breakup, steve makes you feel better. a lot better.
until tomorrow morning
stuck in hawkins after the earthquake, steve changes your mind and your heart.
something new
spit kink with steve!
short straw
drawing the short straw gets you a trip to the upside down with steve, where things take a turn. a big one.
steve-morial day weekend!
teacake meacham
loquacious
teacake puts his mouth to better use than just yapping
reciprocal
BEST friends (with benefits).
more
spit kink with teacake!
mirror image
the couple that jerks it together, works out forever.
be quiet (no, don’t)
teacake literally cannot stop talking.
djolings headcanon masterpost!
KBOC masterpost
tillington
d r a b b l e s •
thoughts • gator/steve/you nsfw
advanced d&d • gator/steve/you fluff
compare//contrast • gator/steve/you nsfw
the back of your own hand • gator/steve/you nsfw
dick measuring contest • gator/steve/you nsfw
gotcha • gator/steve/you nsfw
pairing: teacake meacham/f!reader
wc: ~2k
tags: MDNI//SMUT- oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, squirting, masturbation (m), cumshot on titties
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“You know, they say I’m pretty good with my hands, too,” Teacake says, and you lift your head from the pillow, looking down your body at him as he slides said hands up your bare waist, skimming over to your front to cup your breasts.
“Who?” you ask, because barely seconds ago he was talking about everything he wanted to do to you with his mouth, and now he was on his hands…? “Who’s they?”
You ask it with just a pinch of annoyance because why would he be talking about anyone else when you’re in the middle of hooking up? You’re not exclusive, not really, but it’s still a little strange to talk about other conquests in the middle of sex, right?
But he just grins at you, leaning in, moving himself up and over you, flicking his thumbs over your nipples as he presses a kiss to your lips. You notice he pointedly doesn’t answer, but when his lips meet yours, you find you don’t really care either. Because in addition to, apparently, being very skilled with his hands, he’s goddamn superb with his mouth and that’s a fucking fact. You’d probably tell everyone you could if you talked about that kind of thing with people一his tongue swipes against your lips, begging entrance, and you let him in一ok, maybe you’ll start.
He kisses you slow, deep, his tongue moving against yours as you moan just from the feeling of him licking into you, his hands still at your chest, circling your perked nipples, massaging them in opposite directions, making you arch up against him because he certainly was not lying, you can attest to that now.
And it’s not that you weren’t aware一he’s just that your previous handful of hookups had been so quick and rushed that it was basically just kissing, then you climbing on top of him or bending over something for quick and dirty sex. For the first time you actually had the privacy of your bedroom, and he was actually taking his time with you.
“T-Travis,” you mumbled against his lips as he pulled back, and he let his face remain close to yours, the tip of his nose and his lips brushing over yours as he spoke.
“Can I try something for you?” he asks.
You attempt to focus on him, though he’s so close that it’s not that easy to do. “What?” you ask, searching his face.
“Want to try to getcha to come real hard, babe,” he says, kissing you again, sucking your upper lip between his. “Getcha to come on me, if I can.”
You study him, his breath warm on your cheek as he tilts his head, questioning, hoping you’ll say yes.
“You want me to一squirt on you?” you force the word out, because that was not what you’d expected him to ask, though you’re not… opposed.
But Teacake only gives you a shy little grin that turns impish the longer you look. “Like I said一I’m real good with my hands, babe, I promise.”
His earnestness makes you laugh a little, not derisively, but in genuine amusement, happiness.
“Um, yeah. Ok,” you say, reaching up to tangle your hands in his hair, wrapping your fingers around the strands as you tug him back down to kiss you. He meets your lips and kisses you, soft, sweet, for just a moment before he pulls away from you, moving down between your legs. He kneels between them, and you look down your body as you take him in. Strong thighs and a thick waist, his half-hard cock bobbing a little each time he moves, and his hands coming to rest on your knees. His broad chest isn't quite heaving, but you can tell how excited he is just at the prospect of what he’s about to do.
Dragging his palms down your thighs, Teacake moves himself further down the bed, coming to rest on his front, your legs framing him as he bullies his way between them, shoulders pushing your legs up a little as he presses close in to you; your heels come down to dig into his back, and he leans up and over you to lay a tender kiss on your mound, right where your slit begins, and as his lips linger there, they part and his tongue eases itself down into your folds, finding your clit一you tense and lift your hips into his face, and he just rolls with it, moving with you, undulating his tongue against you as you reach down again, taking a fistful of his hair and holding onto it.
Travis hums quietly against you, drawing your clit gently between his lips, sucking softly on it as he moves one of his hands up, the backs of his fingers tracing over your thigh so you know what he’s doing. You shiver at the glancing touches he’s giving you, until finally his fingers slide against your lips, moving between them to feel for your slit. You whimper when he does, one of his fingertips moving into you, but he doesn’t commit fully to it yet一instead, he just turns his hand and rubs at it, feeling you squeezing down on nothing from the outside.
“Travis,” you whine, and you feel him huff a little bit of a laugh through his nose, but he doesn’t pull away and he doesn’t stop or slow down. He just traces his tongue over your clit before finally, with a touch of urgency now, curls his middle finger inside of you, both of you reveling at the feeling of it; he closes his eyes at the way you tighten down on him, and you arch up off the bed just a little at the intrusion, longing for more fucking immediately. You clench down on his fingers, squeezing him, and he interprets what you want, he must, because he pulls his finger out of you, angles his ring finger beside it, and pushes back in, and you nearly cry out because it feels so goddamn good. He’s not moving too fast, too deep, too hard; he’s for the perfect angle and has them curled just right inside of you that when the pads of his fingers brush your g-spot, you gasp aloud, desperate, hands fisting the sheets now because there’s nothing else you can think to do with them. Just hold the fuck on as he fingers your tight cunt.
“C’mon,” he says. “I know you got it in ya.”
“Travis,” you whimper, lifting your head to look down at him as he pulls away from your clit and instead works on your pussy, rubbing you inside, not hard but firm, focusing intently on your spot. You feel your pussy twitch around him, your whole cunt throbbing. You reach a hand down to rub at your clit, and Travis kisses your wrist as you do, watching your touch yourself as he does too.
“God damn, that’s a sight,” he mutters, and you just lift your other hand from the sheet to curl into your own hair, then fall back to grip the pillow, holding onto it as you roll your hips, riding Teacake’s fingers as he keeps stroking your g-spot.
“Feels一really good,” you breathe, feeling a rush of heat and wetness between your legs as your whole body shudders. You’re getting close to your orgasm because you’re touching your clit, but it doesn’t deter Teacake at all一he just starts fingering you now, properly, making sure to rub at your g-spot on every instroke, but he’s giving you firm pressure, the heel of his hand slamming into you in a way that might hurt if you weren’t so keyed up with pleasure already. Every time his fingers enter you again, every time they curl exactly right into your spot, every time your fingers circle your clit, you feel your body heat rise, your mouth dry, your eyes leak from the corners, and he pulls back a little, just a little, as your thighs start to shake.
“That’s it,” he encourages you. “Come on, babe, show me what you got.”
“Oh my god,” you half-shout一and then actually shout, because you’d felt close for a moment and then all of a sudden you were coming一no build up, no precipice, no leading to the edge. No, out of nowhere you were right there, and you watch, tears of absolute pleasure dripping down your temples as you come, hard, so hard Travis had to pull his fingers out of you, and as he does, you feel your body release, feel yourself let go一feel yourself squirt, the stream landing on Travis and your bed and your legs, your heels digging into his back so hard he can’t move away as you came all over him.
A wrecked sob leaves your lips as you finish, your cunt absolutely soaked, drenched and spasming, and you open your eyes to see Travis, beaming, his face covered in your come.
“Toldja,” he says, lifting his hand to show you his wet fingers, like that wasn’t incredibly lewd and adorably insane.
He straightens up, his chest wet with you too, the dark hair covering it glistening. You feel your pussy clench again, the sight of it almost primal, and you push your tits together, looking down at his cock一now fully erect.
“Your turn,” you say, and he smiles impossibly wider, standing over you on his knees, taking his cock in hand.
You lick your lips, letting your tongue peek out onto your lower lip as he strokes himself, thumb curling over the head of his prick each time he nears it.
“Come on, big boy,” you say, half-joking; you see Teacake smirk a little at the name too. “Get me back.”
“Oh, I’m gonna,” he says. “Gonna getcha right back. I’ll show you.”
His hand moves over himself faster as you play with your nipples a little, fingers sliding over them. Teacake watches, eyes flicking from your hands to your mouth, to your eyes, and when he meets them he smiles down at you, before lowering his gaze back to himself, watching his hand move over his cock, smearing precome now, his tip leaking.
“Gonna,” he says, and you mewl out an “Mhm…” to egg him on.
“Gonna,” he utters, leaning forward, his free hand coming to rest on the wall above your head; he angles his cock down toward your chest and holds your gaze, looking right into your eyes. He keeps stroking, his hand moving quickly over himself, streaking your arousal all over himself as he does, his hand still a little wet with your fluids一and then he’s coming too, thick ropes of his spend landing on your tits, your fingers. You rub it into your hard nipples, and he lets his eyes dip down to watch you, groaning as he finishes, groaning as you circle the hard nubs with your fingers, rubbing his spunk into your skin.
With a sigh, he lowers himself back down to sit on you一you maybe, accidentally, loose a rather undignified Oof as his weight settles onto you, but you’d never admit to it一and then he trails a finger over a line of his come that caught your collarbone.
“I think you won,” he says.
You look at your tits as good as you can一mostly dry, really一and then up to his, where his face and chest still have your release clinging to his skin. Even so, you say, “I think we both won.”
He clambers off of you, lying beside you, pressing himself against you一the feeling of it is filthy, debaucherous, knowing what you’re both covered in一and kisses your lips before he whispers against them, echoing you for emphasis. “We both won.”
You know you don’t belong on the Tillman Ranch. The sheriff thinks you do.
MASTERPOST•••
Chapter 1: Business Hours
Chapter 2: Dropout
Chapter 3: Leads
Chapter 4: Structure
Chapter 5: Carriage House
Chapter 6: Eights
Chapter 7: Broken
Chapter 8: Truth Will Out
Chapter 9: Vindication
Chapter 10: House to Home
Chapter 11: Egress
Chapter 12: Plans in Motion
Chapter 13: Next Steps
Chapter 14: The Man or the Monster
Chapter 15: Second Chances
i’m really looking forward to fridays because of carriage house!!! i’m so impatient and usually won’t allow myself to read unfinished fics because i need the full gratification (and also have been burned by many a fic being abandoned 🥲) but i’ve been hooked by carriage house since chapter 1. thanks for changing that for me.
things are really starting to ramp up!!! i feel like i say this after every chapter but omg roy is so evil. you write him so terrifyingly well!!
oh! thank you so much :) i am having the best time writing carriage house and i'm glad you're enjoying it too!
The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?
