ophelia lived in fantasy

𝑖 𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒, 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖

[lomlkeery]

𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

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https://www.tumblr.com/lomlkeery/798977654935126016/i-lowkey-hope-this-is-true

wait i don’t have twitter what was the original tweet 😭

lol it was this

[lomlkeery]

i lowkey hope this is true

[lomlkeery]

joe keery couldn't ever handle having a popstar baddie gf like sabrina carpenter and that's not a bad thing but we have to be honest

[lomlkeery]

i think djo should cover 12 to 12 by sombr

[lomlkeery]

Hello! Genuine question, but absolutely no obligation for you to answer: How have you been doing after your former time as a Joe blogger? And how do you feel about him now? Sometimes I miss your edits and chat posts, but I totally understand and respect your decision to step away. I hope you’re doing well!

hiiiii ♡ tbh i don't even know how to answer this. a lot has happened and i'm not really sure how i feel about him. i'm happy to know i have been missed by at least one person though!

if you would like to talk more, my dm's are open for you :)

[lomlkeery]

end of beginning by djo

[lomlkeery]

i'm getting stranger things tiktoks on my fyp again…i can feel my steve harrington era defrosting. see you all soon. xxx

[lomlkeery]

i have no one to send this to so i'm saying it here : this is very free guy (2021) coded

[lomlkeery]

life has been hectic and i keep forgetting that i have this blog so i'm officially announcing my hiatus until st5 comes out. thank you for understanding and i hope to be back in 2025 💗

my main is @parisianbarbie so follow me there if you want to reach out (it runs on a queue for the most part but i pop on there every once in awhile)

this hiatus applies to my sideblogs as well @kingsteve @gatorstillman

[kingsteve]

[gatorstillman]

𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮

pairing : dark!gator tillman x fem!reader

contents : smut 18+, dark themes, dubcon, mask kink, somno, home invasion, stalker!gator, m!masturbation, mentions of tit fucking & oral (m!recieving), religious themes if you squint, light choking (f!receiving), ownership kink, breeding kink, unprotected piv sex, creampie

a/n : repost from my old inactive blog. reblogs and feedback are highly encouraged and appreciated ! masterlist.

you are in charge of your media consumption. reader discretion is advised.

word count : 3,7k

From the moment Gator saw you, he knew that he wanted you. The problem was, he didn't know how to talk to you. You were so beautiful that he convinced himself that you were an angel sent from Heaven. How could he, a mere mortal, ever have a chance with an ethereal being such as you? Every time he tried to hype himself up to finally walk up to you, he backed down every time. He did the next best thing instead.

Gator spent most of his days watching you. When he first saw you, you were getting into your car after shopping in town. He happened to be on patrol, so he pulled over on the other side of the road. He took the chance to write down your license plate numbers to run through the system. Gator only read your name and he was already in love. He knew that one day you'd be on his arm as Mrs. Tillman.

When you pulled out of the spot and drove away, Gator considered following you, but he also knew he'd get his ass handed to him if he didn't do what he was supposed to—which was to track down some guy that owed Roy money. The least of Gator's own concerns. He wrote down your address, and decided that he'd stop by after his shift.

It's been weeks since he first spotted you, and Gator made a habit of sitting in his car in front of your house after work, just to watch you. You had a big window in the front of your house that peered into the living room. His mind would always drift off, imagining what it'd be like if he was there. You wouldn't be sitting on the sofa alone, probably watching some shitty reality television show. Instead, you'd be on your knees in front of him, sucking him off after a long day of work.

Gator's jaw clenched as he tried to ignore his aching cock pressing against the confines of his trousers. He closed his eyes, and palmed himself over the material to try to find any kind of relief. He could easily just drive away, go home, and take a cold shower. It's not like he was that desperate, or maybe he was.

He grunted in frustration, then started to unbuckle his belt. His eyes didn't break away from you when he spit in his palm, then pulled out his hardened length. A heavy sigh passed his lips. He swiped his thumb over his slit that was leaking precum, spreading it around with the mixture of his spit. You must have gotten too warm because you were taking your sweatshirt off, leaving you in just a low cut tank top.

You had to be teasing him at this point. He didn't think that you knew he was watching you, but maybe you did. You did accidentally bump into him a couple days ago when you were leaving the diner. You were wearing that one shirt Gator liked, it hugged you in all the right places, and it made his head spin. You even spoke to him. All you said was "I'm sorry", but that was something. You knew that he existed. He didn't know if he should be embarrassed if you knew he was watching you, but maybe it turned you on too?

Gator's hand started working faster, but still keeping a steady rhythm. He wondered what it would be like to fuck your tits. He imagined you in front of him, pushing them together, letting him slide his cock between them, and how his cum would look covering your chest, using his fingers to wipe it off, and shoving them into your mouth to suck them clean.

Sweat started beading on Gator's forehead. He squeezed his shaft a little tighter, adding a flick of his wrist. He watched your chest bounce as you laughed at something on the screen. He couldn't make out too much detail on your face, but he was able to see how wide your jaw opened when you laughed. Gator imagined it wasn't his hand on his cock, but your warm mouth.

He imagined how your lips would wrap around him, and how he'd wipe the tears from your eyes because he was too big to fit all the way, and you were gagging on him. It was okay, though, because you were his good girl. You let Gator grab your hair and guide your mouth. You know exactly what he likes, and every movement to make his head spin. You'd bob your head, hollow out your cheeks, and swirl your tongue around his shaft.

Gator would pull out to let you get some air (he's not a total monster), and to let you drag your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. He pulsed in his own hand at the thought. You'd place a small kiss to his leaking slit, then lick off the precum before taking him back into your mouth. One of your little hands would wrap around his base that didn't fit into your mouth, and the other cupped under his balls.

Gator didn't realise how worked up he had gotten, until some of his gelled back hair started falling onto his forehead. He pushed the loose strands from his face, and leaned his head back against the headrest. He felt his movements shake the whole car, but he didn't care. He continued with rapid flicks of his wrist, picturing your mouth on his cock.

He didn't want to take your eyes off you, but he squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his impending orgasm. He imagined how pretty you'd look after he spilled his cum in your mouth, and how it'd dribble down the sides of your beautiful face. Your innocent eyes would look up at him, waiting for him to give you permission to swallow. Within seconds, a string of whispered "fuck, fuck, fuck's" left Gator's mouth, and he was spurting cum all over his hand, making a mess on his shirt and trousers.

Gator opened his eyes to find that you'd left the living room, and turned out the lights. Reality hit him as he was sitting alone, in his car, covered in his own cum. He couldn't keep doing this anymore. Gator pulled his shirt off to clean himself up, leaving him in just the white tank top he wore underneath. He tossed his soiled shirt into the passenger seat, buckled up his trousers, and turned the car back on to go home.

As much as he tried, he couldn't fall asleep. All he could think about was you. That's all Gator could ever think about. People started to notice how spaced out he got—mainly his father. He made up some excuse about not being able to get much sleep at night, which wasn't even a lie. Gator needed you, but even if he did talk to you, he'd have to wait to be able to fuck you, and he just couldn't. He needed to know what your pussy felt like now.

It was a fucking terrible idea, but Gator knew where you lived, and he knew where you kept your spare key. It would be so easy to get inside your house, and into your bed. It's not like it's completely "breaking and entering" if you have a key, right? Maybe, he'd just watch you sleep for a little while. That definitely wasn't a crime. He could sneak in, stay to watch you sleep, and leave without you knowing. This all seemed like a perfect plan.

It was the middle of the night, and Gator was back in his car, driving to your house. He parked in his usual spot on the opposite side of the street. He sat in silence for a moment, and he almost debated if this was a good idea, or not, but he shook any doubt out of his mind.

Gator rubbed his hands on his thighs, and exhaled. He noticed his Jack Skellington mask on the floor in the passenger side from last Halloween (he really needed to clean out his car). It dawned on him that people could possibly see him as he did this, or worse—you could wake up, and recognise him. That had "restraining order" and jail time written all over it. Then, he'd really never get the chance to touch you. He leaned over to grab the mask, and slid it on before getting out of the car.

Your spare key was under the flower pot by the front door. Gator looked around, then slowly lifted the planter to grab it and unlock the door. He held his breath as the door creaked open. It seemed louder than two pans banging together. After he shut the door, he let out the breath that he didn't know that he was holding. The house was dark and still, but it smelled exactly how Gator imagined it would—it smelled like you, a perfect mixture of lavender and vanilla. He unlaced his boots, and slid them off by the door to move quietly around the house.

It was difficult to see through both the dark, and the mask, so Gator moved it so it rested atop his head. He moved slowly so as to not bump into anything. He felt his way around while his eyes adjusted to the dark. He found the door to your bedroom, and he placed his hand on the handle, but he didn't turn it. It hit him that after he opened that door, there was no turning back. He could back out now, and not risk anything. He could do that, but the reward was too high.

Gator gently pushed the door open. His heart stopped when he saw you. The moonlight danced in through your windows, casting a radiant shadow against your sleeping form. He toed closer until he was practically standing over you. You were still wearing your tank top from before that Gator noticed now, had a little bow on the front. Your blankets were only half covering you. His eyes trailed down your body, and noticed that you were wearing loose, knit shorts.

The way your hair fell against your satin pillowcase, the way your eyelashes rested on your cheeks, and your pink lips were slightly parted, you put Sleeping Beauty to shame. He was so desperate to touch you. All he wanted to do was place his fingers to your cheek to move the hair away from your gorgeous face. Being able to study you this close only convinced Gator more that you were an angel sent to him from God, himself.

As he looked down at you, Gator thought to himself—God wouldn't have brought you into his life if he wasn't meant to touch and hold you. You were brought to him as a gift after years of praying, and longing, for someone made just for him to have and to use however he pleased. You were his, and your holes were meant to be filled with only Gator's seed.

His dick twitched in his sweatpants. He swallowed thickly. It was decided that he wasn't leaving until he came inside you. It's what he was rewarded, and what you were brought to him and made for. He was going to mark what was rightfully his.

Gator slid the mask back over his face in case you woke up, and moved the edge of your blanket off of you. He sat next to you, on the edge of your bed. He hesitated, then ran the back of his index and middle finger against your cheek. He was surprised when you didn't move. He pulled the hair away from your face, then ran his fingers along your jaw, and down your neck. Even though Gator was touching you, you still didn't seem real.

His hand trailed down your upper arm, and the curve of your waist. He stopped right above the hem of your shorts. If you didn't wake up through any of that, he wondered how far he could go before you awoke. Even if you did wake up, Gator knew he was much stronger than you, and could pin you down if he needed to.

He didn't even need to take your shorts off. They were flowy, and loose enough that he could just move them to the side. Gator's cock pulsed again when he realised that you weren't wearing any underwear. He ran his knuckles over your bare core, and froze when you shifted the slightest amount, but you settled back. Gator turned more toward your body, and nudged your legs further apart to navigate his fingers better.

He circled his fingers until he found your clit. You moaned in your sleep, and it made him wonder what you were dreaming about. Maybe you thought this was all just a dream. Gator replaced his fingers that rubbed your clit with his thumb. He continued to circle your clit while probed at your entrance. Slick started to gather as you became more aroused. Your arms stretched up under your pillow, and you arched your back into his touch.

Gator took the chance to slide his fingers into your tight hole. You let out a whiny hum, but he doesn't stop until his fingers were all the way inside. He closed his eyes, behind the mask, and exhaled at how tight you felt around his fingers. He waited a minute to see if you woke up, but still nothing. He began to pump his fingers, taking in the feeling of you against the pads of his fingertips. He wanted to memorise every ridge, and fold in case he never got this chance ever again.

He experimented with his fingers to see what kind of reactions he could get out of you. He crooked his fingers, and hit a spongy spot toward the front of your walls. You whined, and your legs sandwiched Gator's hands between your thighs. He continued the movements, and he started to feel how wet you were getting as your arousal started to coat your inner thighs. It was at that point that he couldn't wait any longer to shove his cock into your pussy.

Gator removed his fingers from your cunt, and pulled down his sweatpants enough to let his cock spring free. It smacked against his stomach, the tip leaking precum that left a small wet patch on his pants. He spit into his palm just as he did hours ago, but this time it was mixed with your juices. He repeated the same movement of spreading his precum around his shaft.

He moved closer between your legs to force them apart. He held your shorts to the side, then guided the head of his cock through your slick folds. He held back a moan, still trying not to wake you. He pushed the tip into your leaking hole, causing you to stir. You tried closing your legs, but Gator held them apart, inching deeper and deeper. It took all his strength not to slam into you, and wake you up. He choked at the feeling of you squeezing his cock.

The further he pushed into you, the more you moan and shift. Gator's heart rate increased even more than what he thought was possible. He finally bottomed out, but he didn't move right away. The first reason being that he wanted to make sure you weren't awake, and the second reason being that if he moved, he might cum instantly.

His cock throbbed, but he pushed past it, starting to rock his hips. Your whines and moans became more frequent. Your eyelids fluttered, signalling that you were about to wake up, but Gator didn't want to stop—he couldn't. Not now.

Your eyes blinked open, but you were still in a sleepy daze. Gator didn't stop rutting into you, he kept his steady pace. It wasn't for a couple more seconds that you started to process what was happening. You started to scream, but Gator's hand reached up, cutting you off. He placed his other hand around your throat, and leaned over, further pinning you down against your mattress.

Gator could see the fear in your eyes. It had to have been terrifying to wake up to a masked man hovering over you, balls deep in your cunt. He almost felt bad, and wanted to remove the mask to prove that he wasn't scary, but he knew that he couldn't do that. While he knew that you were afraid, he also knew how turned on that you were. No amount of fear could hide the fact that your cunt was soaked—you wanted this.

It was incredible how you stopped fighting back so fast, you just laid limp like a little fuckdoll. You still had a scared expression, but your moans vibrated against Gator's palm. Now that you were awake, his thrusts became harder and deeper. He moved the hand that was on your throat down to your tits. He pulled the top of your tank top down, exposing them to the cool air.

He groped at your tits, pinching your peaked nipples. He wished that he could take them into his mouth. Maybe there'd be a "next time" for that. Between his grunts and pants Gator said, "Sorry for waking you up, angel. I bet you thought you were just having a really good dream. I'm here to make you feel like you're back in Heaven, okay?"

You didn't respond. He removed his hand from your mouth with caution, still keeping it close in case you screamed out again. You didn't, you only asked "Who are you?"

Gator shook his head. "Don't worry about that, sweetheart. All you need to know for now is that you're safe, you're mine, and I'm gonna take care of you."

You were about to speak again, but at the exact moment you opened your mouth, he started rubbing your swollen bundle of nerves. He didn't need you asking a bunch of questions, he wanted you so fucked out that you couldn't think too much about the details of what was happening. The circles over your clit started light, but Gator began to add more pressure the more you moaned.

He pulled your hips impossibly closer to his own. His cock brushed against that spongy spot he felt with his fingers before, and your walls fluttered around his length. A wicked grin appeared on Gator's face, probably not that much different than the one etched into his mask. He stopped rubbing your clit to hold your hips in place, so that he could hit the spot every time.

You pawed at your bouncing tits, and reached down to use your own fingers to circle your sensitive mound. Watching you play with yourself made Gator feral. He pictured what you could've looked like so many times, but this time he was able to see it with his own eyes—even if it was dark—and with his cock buried in your pussy. Your chest heaved, and you rolled your hips, trying to create more friction.

With the way your walls started spasming even more, Gator knew you were close. He made sure to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, bringing you closer to the edge each time. Not long after, your walls clenched around his cock with a vice-like grip. Your eyes squeezed shut, and your mouth fell open. The prettiest noises tumbled from your lips, and you were making a mess of your sheets. Gator kept the same speed, fucking you through your high.

When you came down from your climax, you dropped your hands to your sides. Even in the dark, Gator could tell that your eyes were glazed over. He was pretty sure that any movement from your body was involuntary.

Every thrust made Gator feel more and more feral and animalistic. The groans he let out came from deep in his chest. His only thoughts were about how you were his to use and to breed. His cock twitched again. The mask muffled his moans as his balls emptied, and his cum painted your walls. He came so hard that he started seeing white spots behind his eyelids. It was definitely the most he'd ever cum, too.

Gator still was pumping his cock in and out of you after his high. He just couldn't stop—he didn't want to. He wasn't even sure if you were still awake, he was too focused on the sight of his cock covered in his cum and your juices that he could only see because of the bright moonlight outside of your window. He lazily rolled his hips until his cock was sore from overstimulation.

He could have stayed buried in your sweet pussy forever, but he pulled out. Your hole was left gaping, and leaking cum. You twitched as he swiped his fingers along your folds, pushing it back in. Gator removed his fingers, then looked up at your face to see you watching him. He could see half of a sleepy grin form on your face from the shadows.

You smacked your lips, and slurred, "If you won't tell me your name, then I'm just going to call you Jack. Maybe I'm dreaming… then I can call you whatever I want. Will you visit me in my dreams again tomorrow night?"

Gator chuckled at your sleepy logic. He pulled his sweatpants back up, then stood to pull the blankets back over you. "Sweet dreams, angel. I'll come visit you any time that you'd like."

Your eyes fluttered shut again, and Gator stayed until he heard your breaths even out. He wanted nothing more to stay with you, and hold you in his arms until the sunrise. Instead, he reluctantly walked out of your bedroom. When the door shut behind him, he moved the mask on top of his head again. He slid his boots back on, and drove back home.

Once he was back in his own bed, the events played back in his mind. He wondered if you'd remember what happened when you woke up in the morning with his cum dripping from your hole. He hoped that you meant it when you asked for him to see you again tomorrow night. As he fell asleep, he imagined your happy smile, and how you'd exclaim, "Jack!" when you saw him again. Gator was perfectly happy being "Jack" until he worked up the courage to reveal who he really was.

[kingsteve]

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐩𝐬)

pairing : catholic!steve harrington x catholic!fem!reader

contents : smut 18+, religious themes, sex in the confessional, friends with benefits, unprotected sex, semi-public sex

a/n : repost from my old inactive blog. reblogs and feedback are highly encouraged and appreciated ! masterlist.

you are in charge of your media consumption. reader discretion is advised.

word count : 1,2k

You and Steve would sometimes volunteer for your local Catholic church. You were both forced to go by your parents, which you both agreed is stupid since you're adults now.

Although, you also didn't totally mind it because you had a friends with benefits relationship going on with Steve. Usually, after you hit your volunteer hours for the day, you and Steve would fuck in the back of his car in the back of the church parking lot.

One day, neither of you could wait the lowly two hours until you finished your work. You were sitting next to each other folding the pamphlets for Sunday Mass—which was not sexy—but watching Steve's hands made you squirm in your seat. He knew exactly what he was doing to you too because he had a devilish grin on his face.

It wasn't hard to get him flustered though. Part of your retaliation to your parents and the church was that you'd strut in wearing mini skirts. It was also practical for the reason of car sex, but you know.

You adjusted your skirt to show more of your thigh. Then a few minutes later, you stood up and fully bent over to grab more unfolded pamphlets so Steve got a full view of your lacy underwear.

When you sat back down you heard him whisper "Jesus Christ" and you put your hand to your chest in faux shock and said "Steve! We are in God's house, you know. Watch your language."

Steve didn't say anything back, he just started folding more aggressively, and you knew he was trying so hard to control himself. You placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to whisper, "No one is in here…and the confessional is right there…"

You could feel him shiver as your lips brushed his ear. He looked at you and then at the booth. He shook his head, "You're not serious. There's no way."

You cocked your eyebrow, "What if I am serious? Everyone is in the kitchen prepping to go to the meal centre later anyway."

Steve leaned back in his chair and sighed. Everything in him was telling him it was a terrible idea, but it only took you giving him doe eyes and batting your eyelashes for him to give in. He looked around the empty room once more and started toward the booth.

You tried to conceal your smile as you followed right behind him. He seated himself on the bench and you closed the door behind you. It was a tight fit having both of you in it, but it just forced you to be even closer.

You carefully lowered yourself onto Steve's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He didn't waste any time attaching his lips to your jaw. He left a trail of wet, sloppy kisses along your jawline and down your neck. You tilted your head to give him better access. His hands roamed your body before finding purchase on the dough of your ass.

You stroked Steve's hard length through his khakis and he let out a guttural groan. You covered his mouth with your other hand to shush him. "I thought you didn't want to get caught."

Steve moved your hand away and chuckled, "I think the risk is part of the fun, right?"

He snaked his hand down to your clothed pussy and chuckled at how wet you already were. He found your sensitive mound with ease and rubbed harsh circles. You hissed at his touch, trying not to make any noise.

He only stopped for a moment to quickly unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. You stood up to step one leg out of your panties and Steve pushed down his boxers, letting his strained cock free. You were practically drooling at the sight.

You bent over him, placing one hand on his thigh to steady yourself and took his length in your hand. Your thumb swiped over his tip, spreading his precum. He threw his head back resting it on the wooden wall behind him.

You stroked him a few more times before situating yourself over him. Steve grabbed your hips guiding you onto his aching cock. You both let out a sigh when you fully sank down and bottomed out.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I'm not going to last long at all." Steve hissed.

"We're already on a time crunch, Harrington." you teased.

Steve gave you a hard thrust in response, which made anything else you were going to say leave your brain. You held his shoulders and bounced on his cock. You only felt pure bliss.

You didn't know if it was the risk of getting caught or the fact that you were fucking Steve in the confessional, but this was already the best sex you've ever had with him.

With each thrust, he hit that precious spot inside of you. You clenched around him, and he bit his lip to hush himself. "Fuck, you feel so good. I think that I've died and gone to Heaven."

Steve let go of one of your hips to rub harsh circles over your clit again, and he continued to hit that sweet spot. You knew you weren't going to last much longer if he kept that up.

You rested your head on one of his shoulders. "Steve, I'm so close. Shit."

Sweat started to bead on your foreheads as the heat from both of your bodies warmed up the confined space. It didn't take much longer before the head of his cock brushed your g spot just right with a powerful thrust. Your orgasm washed over you, and he kept rubbing your clit through your high.

You knew Steve wasn't going to last much longer either when his thrusts got sloppy. He gripped your hips so tight you knew you'd find bruises later. Within seconds, he let out a low groan and you felt his hot cum coating your walls. It was always such a delicious feeling.

You looked at each other and shared a quiet laugh through your breathless panting.

"I can't believe we just did that. If Heaven is real, we're definitely not getting in now," you grinned.

Steve retorted, "Oh, Heaven is real. I think I came so hard that I went there."

You hissed at the empty feeling when you lifted yourself off of him and pulled your panties up to avoid a mess to clean up. Steve pulled his khakis back on and buckled his belt. You opened the door slowly and peered out. You let out a sigh of relief when you found the room still empty.

You and Steve stepped out and sat back in your seats. Both of you heard the squelch of his cum leaking out of you when you sat down. Steve smiled and shook his head as he grabbed another pamphlet to fold as if he didn't just make you cum so hard you might have seen God himself.

"So, we're doing that again next week, right? I might start worshipping again if the altar is your hips," Steve said with that familiar devilish grin on his face.

"I think it'll be a special occasion kind of thing, but maybe this place isn't so bad after all," you responded.

You both continued to fold the pamphlets in silence, but you knew you were both thinking about what you just did, and how you were going to repent for your sins later.

[lomlkeery]

sorry that i am in my flop era with posting to my blogs :( every day i have the intention of making gifsets and i just don't have the motivation. on god i will find it

[kingsteve]

𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

pairing : scoops!steve harrington x fem!reader

contents : fluff, first date, friends to lovers, mentions of past stancy, guest appearance from robin

a/n : inspired by begin again by taylor swift. repost from my old inactive blog. reblogs and feedback are highly encouraged and appreciated! masterlist.

word count : 2,0k

Steve was stuck in a dating rut ever since he and Nancy had broken up. He didn't really have anyone to talk about it with until he started working with Robin. She teased him about it, but she did feel bad. After another failed flirting attempt, Steve leaned back against the counter and sighed.

He rubbed his face with his hands and groaned. "I literally don't know what to do anymore, Robin."

"I don't know why you're wasting time trying to get with random customers when there's a perfect girl for you right down the hall." Robin was referring to you.

You got a summer job at The Gap and you and Steve usually spent your breaks together. It started by accident when he sat across from you in the food court because there weren't any more empty tables, but you quickly grew fond of each other's company.

"She doesn't want to date me," Steve replied.

Robin hopped up on the counter next to Steve. "Did she tell you that?"

"Well, no, but—"

Robin cut him off, "But nothing! You should go for it, like, today. I can't listen to you whine about your pathetic dating life all summer."

Steve thought about it. He really did like you. You laughed at his jokes, he never felt like he had to keep his guard up around you, and he might also be thinking that you were the prettiest girl he's ever met. Which might be part of the reason he was terrified to ask you out. You could have anyone, so why would you want him?

Robin spoke up again, "Just get over yourself and do it. You're King Steve, right? All the babes want you." She gave him a wink, then jumped down off the counter to greet a customer walking up to them to order.

Steve clocked out for his break and when he came out from the back you were leaning against the wall by the counter waiting for him. You gave him a bright smile. "So, where are we eating today?"

"Wherever you want is fine with me," Steve shrugged and followed you out to the food court.

You ended up settling on Burger King and you sat down at a table to eat. Steve was a million miles away and his leg bounced rapidly with anxiety. He didn't even realise he was shaking the table until you wrapped your hands around the sides of it to stop it.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

Steve cleared his throat, fixed his posture, and smoothed down the front of his stupid sailor uniform. "Yeah, I'm good—fine."

"You don't seem fine. You know you can tell me stuff." You took a bite of your french fries waiting for him to answer.

Steve started feeling hot and the overlapping chatter of everyone in the mall started to irritate him. His heart felt like it was going to fall into his stomach. He didn't know why asking you out sent him spiralling into an anxiety attack. He felt like he could feel Robin's eyes searing into the back of his head even though she was still serving ice cream.

"We should go out sometime!" Steve blurted out. It was definitely louder than he meant it to be.

You swallowed the food that was in your mouth, then paused. Steve looked absolutely horrified, and his face was bright red. The table started shaking again. Your eyes were wide after being caught off guard. "Are you seriously asking me to go on a date with you?"

Steve wondered if he should backtrack. He could tell you that he was just kidding, but he decided to be honest. "Yeah. Only if you want to. I'm lame. I'd totally get it if you didn't want to."

You cracked a smile, "No! I'd really like that. You're not lame. Where are you going to take me?"

Steve hadn't thought that far ahead. He didn't think that he would have to after you shot him down like he thought you would. "I don't know. There's this new café place not far from here. We're both off on Wednesday. We could go for lunch?"

"Hm, spending yet another lunch together," you teased.

"We don't have to do that. That's stupid—"

You cut him off and reached over the table to put your hand on his. Just you touching his hand made him feel lightheaded. "Steve, that sounds nice, really. I was just kidding. I'm looking forward to it."

Steve didn't realise that he wasn't breathing until he let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't believe that you said yes. Honestly, he felt like this was some sort of joke or prank. Maybe you wouldn't even show up and he was going to get humiliated. All of a sudden, there were new things to worry about.

He survived the rest of your break together, and he thought that he wasn't too awkward. He also kind of blacked out for most of his break, though, so he didn't really remember.

Robin was ecstatic when Steve told her that you agreed to go out with him. She spent the rest of their shift rambling about how good this was for him. The rambling quickly turned into what clothes he should wear, and, maybe, he should do something different with his hair. Steve was not going to do something different with his hair.

Wednesday rolled around, and Steve was pacing in his room waiting to leave. He had been ready for three hours now, just anxious to leave. When it did come time to leave, he went to his car early. He sat and stared out the windshield for ten minutes before actually turning the key in the ignition. He spent the whole drive rehearsing everything he was going to say. He definitely probably looked insane to people stopped next to him at red lights because he was talking of himself.

Steve pulled up to the café and flipped down the visor to look in the small mirror, just to make sure he didn't look too stupid. He took a final deep breath outside the doors, then walked in. He expected that you'd be late. Nancy usually was. She always had something important going on, and her dates with Steve usually took the back seat. It became a normal thing that he didn't really think much of, and just naturally expected from her. Maybe it would always be like that.

He was shocked when he spotted you already sitting at a table, glancing over the menu. When you saw him you flashed him a warm smile, and waved him over. He walked to you and you pushed out the empty chair across from you with your feet.

"I saved you a seat. Maybe I'll just start saving you one all the time if you're going to be late," you joked.

Steve smiled down at the table as he took his seat, then countered with a shrug, "Parking was a bitch."

You both laughed at that knowing there were barely any cars filling the lot.

The date started with small talk and what you thought sounded good on the menu. Normally, it would have been awkward for Steve. He hated that part of dates, but it wasn't awkward with you. It was always so easy to talk to you. Steve cracked some joke that Nancy never thought was funny, but you laughed. A real, genuine laugh. Steve thought it was weird that you thought he was so funny; Nancy never did. It made him wonder if you were just laughing at him, but he pushed the thought away.

The conversation ended up shifting into the topic of music, and Steve sheepishly admitted that he had a collection of ABBA record.

"Shut up! Steve Harrington is a secret ABBA fan. Who knew?" you exclaimed. "This is good because I also happen to love them too. I'm glad to know we both have great taste in music."

University and plans for the future came up. Steve hated thinking about it, let alone talking about it. Especially with someone he wants to hopefully date. His answers didn't flow out of him as easy as they did before. He couldn't help but think about how Nancy responded when she read his admission essay, and how stupid and dumb he felt in the moment. He remembered the look of doubt on her face when he told her he was essentially going to plan his whole future around her, and then that all went to shit.

He knew that you clocked the shift in his demeanour, but you didn't pry. He wouldn't know how to explain to you that the last time he had this conversation with someone he liked, two days later it all blew up in his face. The actual last time he talked about it with someone, it was with his father, and that's what landed him financially cut off, working at Scoops Ahoy.

You changed the subject, and Steve hoped he didn't kill the mood. You didn't seem very fazed though. You just talked about how nice it was that you could hang out and be with him outside of the mall. You told him that you were having a really great time, and he is definitely in charge of finding new restaurants for you two to try out.

Steve couldn't believe that he spent the last eight months so caught up with Nancy. He'd been so down since November, and now he was sitting in July. He thought about his parents, too. He thought that maybe love is just meant to break and end at some point. Steve never felt that way with you. Here he was, sitting across from you in this café, and for the first time in months, he was happy. You made him feel brand new.

Afterward, Steve walked you back to your car. He thought about bringing up Nancy, and how you were nothing like her. He wanted to tell you how shitty he's felt ever since they broke up (and during the last part of their relationship if he was being completely honest). He wanted to tell you that Nancy never made him feel the way that you made him feel.

You cut off his thoughts by bringing up Christmas films that your family watches. He forgot how it came up, but that's how easy it was to talk to you. Every conversation just blended together. Steve realised that he didn't really want to bring up Nancy. Everything that happened was in the past. Now, you were standing in front of him, and for the first time, he felt like he was ready to leave his past in the past.

When you made it back to your car you turned to face Steve and you just looked into each other's eyes for a moment. You were both fighting back smiles. "I had a really great time with you. You have no idea how much I needed this," Steve admitted, shoving his hands into his jean pockets.

You chuckled, "I'm really glad you finally asked me out, Harrington. Tell Robin I said thank you. I know she was behind this somehow."

The tips of Steve's ears got hot, and he looked at the ground in embarrassment. Of course, Robin would have mentioned him to you. "Yeah, uh, I will. So, I'll call you tonight?"

"I hope that you do."

You got on your tiptoes to plant a small kiss on his cheek before getting into your car. Steve made sure you safely drove away before walking back to his own car. He smiled all the way home and the whole rest of the day. He could still feel your lips on his cheek even though they were only there for a second.

He did call you that night to set up another date even though he knew you'd see each other the next day for your usual lunch break. You had joked that the café wasn't even your first date, and that you'd actually been on multiple already. Steve liked the idea of that.

Robin heard all about the date and how successful it was. She was super happy for him. He told her what you had mentioned, and she patted herself on the back for her job well done with meddling. Steve spent the day happily slinging ice cream because he knew he had more than just a lunch break with you to look forward to, he had a new beginning.

[lomlkeery]

thinking about playing dress to impress with keys and how he'd rage quit more there than any video game he's ever played before. he'd literally go to bed that night and as soon as the lights go out he'd be like "how did i not podium for "video game character"? i literally dressed as guy! everyone knows who that is! those 9 year olds don't know anything."

[gatorstillman]

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐃𝐨

pairing : gator tillman x fem!reader

contents : smut 18+, hint of perv!gator, mean!gator, daddy kink, praise, degradation, uniform kink, boot humping, mentions of edging, ownership kink, size kink, breeding kink, slightest bit of overstimulation, piv unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, soft ending

a/n : repost from my old inactive blog. reblogs and feedback are highly encouraged and appreciated! masterlist.

word count : 2,4k

There's not much that you wouldn't do for Gator if he asked. Generally speaking, or, in the bedroom. You've told Gator this, and he likes to test just how truthful you're actually being. You weren't ever burdened by his requests, and you were raised to take care of your man—to keep him happy—and that's what you did.

Today, Gator wanted to test your loyalty. He had an awful day, and he needed to know that he could count on you to do what he says and when. Gator yelled out in almost a menacing tone, "I'm home! Where's my sweet girl?"

"I'm in the bedroom. Just tidying some things up!" you shouted, not thinking much of it.

When you heard him walk into the bedroom, you ran up to him to wrap him in your arms, and kissed him like a woman starved. Being separated from your boyfriend for a few hours felt like days to you. Gator was pleased with the greeting, but he needed more reassurance.

"I missed you, daddy," you whispered between kisses.

While he was kissing you back, he reached under your short skirt to feel how wet you were. Gator always did checks like that because he wanted you soaking through your panties for him even when he wasn't around. There was never any issue with that because just the thought of him had you dripping. Gator's slender fingers ran through your slick folds, and he hummed in content.

"You're soaking wet, baby," he murmured against your lips.

"Been thinking about you," you replied. "Been thinkin' 'bout your cock."

Gator felt himself growing harder by the second. He needed to be buried in your cunt after the day he's been having, but not before he tested your loyalty to him. "I know. I wanna be inside you so bad, you don't even know. Can you do something for me first?"

You nodded fervently, "Anything, daddy. I wanna make you so happy."

"Good girl, I know. I want you to get off by humping my boot. I know you want to, baby," Gator circled your clit slowly, making you gasp. His voice got lower, "I know you need to get rid of that ache between those pretty thighs."

Gator stepped away, and took a seat at the edge of the bed. He slightly extended his left foot, and tapped it on the ground as an invitation for you to sit on it. You walked closer to him, carefully stepping out of your skirt and panties. You caught sight of the wet patch, and Gator was right. You were soaking.

You got on your knees, held onto Gator's knee, and lowered yourself until your core pressed against the cool leather of the boot. You tilted your hips forward to press your clit down against the laces. "You look so pretty like this. Wanna start moving those hips for me? Wanna see you make a mess of my work boots."

The praise made your pussy flutter, and you knew that you had to do what he said to get more of it. You started rocking your hips back and forth over the leather. It was pretty smooth, but sometimes your clit would catch a seam, or the laces, and you let out a choked up moan.

Your forehead was resting on your hands on Gator's knee, but you looked up at his face. He wore a proud expression. He loved seeing his baby girl so wet and needy that she'd hump his boot in desperation. Sure, he asked for you to, but you both knew you would've done it even if he didn't ask you.

Your eyes wandered down to look at the big, printed letters on Gator's chest that read "Sheriff". Then your focus moved to the shiny, gold badge on the other side of his vest. It made him look so official and important. He was official and important. Gator holding so much power in the palm of his hand turned you on more than anything.

You gripped onto Gator's pant leg tighter. You started grinding your pussy harder, and faster. Your juices made it difficult to find much friction anymore, but you were desperate to make Gator proud, and make a mess of his boots, just like he wanted.

Gator watched you, and lazily palmed himself through his trousers. "Jesus, you're humping my boot like a dumb little bitch in heat. So fucking desperate to get off. All you think about when I'm not around is how you want my cock in you, filling you up with my cum.You should be embarrassed right now, but, God, I love seeing you like this."

You whimpered, more or less confirming what he had said. Gator was right. You were a dumb little bitch, but you were his bitch. He told you that you weren't allowed to cum without his permission. What he really wanted was to make you feel so good that you wouldn't ever be able to cum unless he made you. Nothing would ever be comparable to him anymore.

There were so many days where you had to find any kind of distraction from touching yourself while Gator was gone. You'd try everything to relieve yourself, from using your heel when you were sitting on the ground to clean, to pressing your clit against the arm of the sofa. Though, sometimes you couldn't help yourself. You had to reach your hand between your legs to rub at your clit. You'd rub, and rub, but stop yourself right before you were about to cum. That way you didn't break any rules.

You finally found a good rhythm, and the way the seams of his boots felt against your folds, and how the laces nudged against your clit felt just right. You squeezed your eyes shut in concentration. Heat in your tummy started to rise. Your grinding started to get sloppy, and Gator could feel it. He bounced his foot slightly to create more movement.

Gator cooed, "You close? That's a girl, you're almost there. Then, daddy can give you what you really want."

Your breathing was heavy and ragged. The coil was so close to snapping. You barely had any control over your movements, but you did everything that you could, and made sure the laces rubbed against your sensitive bud perfectly. You whined, "I'm so close, daddy! Please, can I cum?"

"Go ahead, princess. Make a mess of my boots like a good little slut," Gator nodded.

Your orgasm hit you harder than you were expecting it to. You clawed at Gator's pant leg, and you surprised yourself with how loud your moans were. Your legs trembled as you continued to hump the man's boot to extend your high. Gator leaned over enough to pet your hair, and praise you.

Even after your orgasm, and you were sitting still on his, now, wet, boot, your pussy was still throbbing and clenching around nothing. You were still aching for your daddy to fuck you, just like you had been dreaming about all day since he left. Gator was just as eager to remind you who you belonged to.

"Is that what you wanted, daddy? Will you fuck me now, please?" You looked at Gator with the most innocent face. You rested your chin on his knee, made your eyes big, and batted your long eyelashes a few times.

"Of course, princess. Since you asked so nicely, and made me so proud of you."

Gator stood up, and you climbed onto the bed where he was once sitting. You giggled as he got distracted from taking off his belt to look down at his messy boot and smiled. He pulled his trousers down far enough to spring his cock free, but couldn't do much more from the thigh holster still strapped around his leg.

"Get over here, pretty," Gator hooked his arms underneath your knees to pull you closer. He ran his index finger through your slick folds again. You could hear the admiration in his voice, "Never thought I'd own anything as pretty as you, or your cunt."

He used his other hand to use his thumb to swipe over his slit that was already leaking precum. He added another finger to drag through your folds, and you squirmed under his touch. It made Gator chuckle like a bastard over how impatient you were. It was torture watching him stroke himself while he teased you with his fingers.

"Need your cock, Gator," you pouted.

Gator chuckled out a breathy "okay". He slid his length through your glistening folds, making sure to catch your clit while he did it. You whined at how close he was to where you needed him the most. "Is this what you wanted, baby? Use your words."

"No, I—I need your cock inside me. Need you to cum in me. I want to be yours," you choked out.

"That wasn't so hard to ask for was it?"

Gator pressed the head of his cock to your tight entrance. He was slow at first, and you thought that maybe he was giving you time to adjust to his size. Once he had the tip in, he forced him inside you with one swift motion. You yelped in surprise. Fully sheathed, Gator shoved two fingers into your mouth. "You're going to stay quiet, and suck on my fingers while I wreck your little pussy. Nod if you understand."

You nodded, and Gator wasted no time pounding into you like a feral animal. The force alone had you folded in half, and with each thrust, the head of his cock knocked into your cervix. You tried to concentrate on sucking his fingers, but your mouth hung open. Choked up moans left your throat involuntarily. Gator removed his fingers, then placed his palm flat over your mouth.

"I told you to be quiet, slut. Good girls listen to their daddies." Gator's thrusts became brutal, and your cunt was dripping with arousal. You always wanted to be Gator's good, subservient girl, but when he was mean it made your pussy throb. You laid still as best as you could, letting Gator use you however he pleased.

Gator's length pulsed, his eyes closed, and he let out a satisfied hum. The hand over your mouth dropped down to your chest, where he squeezed your tits over the thin fabric of your tee shirt. "You're making me feel so fucking good, angel. This pussy was designed for me. I could stay buried in your sweet cunt forever. Just wanna fill you with my cum over and over."

He was barely pulling out anymore, just rutting his hips against your core. Gator opened his eyes again, staring directly into yours. Your eyes were bleary, but noticed how his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, and you could hear his shallow pants.

Gator moved your legs so they were now resting on his shoulders, and he leaned forward. Somehow, he was reaching even deeper. You were doing a good job biting your lip to keep from making any noise, but your mouth fell open again. You went to claw at his chest, but his vest shielded him from any of your desperate marks. "Gator—daddy, it hurts! It's too much."

Despite your words, your pussy clenched around his cock as he found your g-spot. Gator smiled, "I think it's perfect. I know you like it," He pushed a finger into your hole along with his cock, stretching you out even more. "I think she agrees with me on that, too."

You didn't even realise you were holding your breath until Gator removed his finger, and pressed it against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasped, and your chest heaved, trying to get air back into your lungs. You felt yourself getting close to your second orgasm, but you knew you had to get Gator's permission to cum.

Gator's cock dragging against your walls, fucking any coherent thoughts out of your head. You knew you needed to ask if you could cum, but you couldn't get the words out. All you could say was "Cum—please. Need to cum soon."

"So drunk on my cock you can't even say a full sentence. I should deny you just to see how long until you're completely gone," You were basically already fucked out of your mind. You had no control over your pussy anymore, and it spasmed around Gator's cock involuntary. "I won't do that to you today, though. I love you too much to tease you like that. Cream all over my cock, sweet thing. Be as loud as you want."

With one last stroke over your spongey spot, you were cumming. You were practically screaming as your head thrashed, and your fists white knuckled the duvet. Gator took his fingers to your clit, rapidly rubbing from side to side. You reached to pull his hand away because the overstimulation was too much, but he swatted it away.

You came down from your climax, and you felt brain dead. You could barely even register that Gator was still fucking you. Your pussy throbbed around his cock. He grabbed your waist, and within a few more brutal thrusts, he was cumming too. He made sure his cock was as deep as he could get it, and the grip he had on you was definitely going to leave bruises. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—shit, you feel so good, baby. Gonna fill you up so much that you'll be leaking the rest of the day."

Every pulse of his cock made your pussy flutter even more. His warm seed flooded your hole, and you felt complete. Gator's cock buried inside of you along with his cum was your favourite feeling in the world.

Gator fell on top of you, and with all of his gear, he was even heavier than usual. He tucked his nose in the crook of your neck, and whispered, "I love you so much, doll, you don't even know."

You pet the hair on the back of his head. "I love you, too, daddy."

He sat up, and pulled out of your cunt. You whined at the empty feeling. Gator started fully undressing out of his uniform. "I know, sweetheart. How about we take a nice, hot shower together, and after dinner, we can watch a movie. I'll let you sit on my cock as long as you're a good girl for me."

You perked up at his offer. "Okay, daddy. I'll be so good. I promise."