-the first time your parents arranged a dinner for everyone to talk and meet he couldn't stop looking at you the whole time..
-you accidently brushed your foot against his leg and he immediately got a boner, trying to act casual but you saw the way his expression changed
-the second time you did it on purpose, moving your foot up to his thigh and rubbing it around teasingly, avoiding his dick but making sure it's not innocent
-then you move it higher, rubbing his boner while keeping eye contact with him, answering his dad's questions innocently while battling your lashes
-he forces himself to look down at his plate, trying to stop himself from groaning and breathing too loudly, gripping his fork
-when you officialy move in you keep wearing skirts amd dresses, constantly moving around and bending over so he can take a peek at your panties :o
-whenever it's his turn to do the laundry he always steals a pair of your panties before washing them, sniffing and licking them later while he's jerking off
-his favorite pairs are the pastel ones, especially baby pinks and blues with a little bow and barely anything to cover in the back
-one time you shouted for him while you were showering, telling him that there's no hot water. he walked inside, and you didn't even bother to wrap yourself in a towel
-it was the first time he had sex with you, bending you over the sink and holding you in a headlock as he didn't even bother to grab a condom, filling you up until you were leaking
-then it was constant quickies anytime he could get you, pulling you over when you were just walking around with friends or coming back from parties
-the backseat of his car is basically your designed place for fucking, and he even keeps your panties somewhere in his car hidden for when he gets bored on a patrol
-he especially loves it when you suck him off while he's driving, feeling powerful that he can't get in trouble because he's above the law
-and he's always fighting to keep it in his pants around your parents, having a problem with it especially when you refer to him 'brother' while talking with his dad
FILTHY! STEPCEST! I'M DOWN BAD FOR GATOR! GOT WET WRITING THIS! not proofread! this is basically a preview of the full work i'm writing rn so i'm basically just planning the plot :pp im working on a masterlist and all that shit so my blog is a bit messy now ;(
so now im gonna need perv!gator BADLY. like you’re the daughter of one of the cops at the station, your dad is one of those older cops (and close friends with roy) who threatens every guy at the station if they so much as look at you. but it’s so hard not to look at you when you bring your daddy lunch at least three times a week wearing the tiniest of skirts and dresses… and perv!gator is just barely keeping it in his pants….
uffda
18+ MDNI [smut, language; gator's sleazy fantasy]
and he thinks this time is gonna be different, he's gonna show some fucking self-restraint (cause what is he, some pathetic, pussy-whipped little puke pile?), but then while he's in the break room sipping his coffee from a paper cup, you stride in with your dad's lunch in a container in your hands.
"hey gator," you throw noncommittally over your shoulder, opening the fridge to stick the meal inside.
maybe you realize, maybe you don't, but either way when you bend over to rearrange some of the other lunch kits and food items on the shelves, your skirt rides up and gator gets a full view of the lower half of your ass. he nearly chokes to death on his coffee, spitting and sputtering over the sink.
"aw jeez, you alright?!" you ask, worried. he just waves you off and storms off to the bathroom. you assume it's to clean up.
really he's hunched over in the bathroom stall, hastily working his camo pants and palming his achingly hard cock over his briefs with a shudder.
"fuckin' tease." he grumbles under his breath, eyes squeezing shut as he rhythmically strokes himself and imagines how he would've liked that break room encounter to end...
how he would've liked to have set his coffee cup down on the counter, calmly walk over to the door and twist the small lock; to see the look in your big, pretty eyes when you realized what was going to happen -- hungry, hazy with lust and want.
"fuckin' finally, tillman." you sit up on the countertop, spreading your legs wide in that useless little scrap of fabric you call a skirt and baring yourself to him completely. you start circling your clit with two fingers, licking your lips with a grin. "thought you'd never notice me, i've been trying to get your attention."
gator strides over with a smirk, dropping to his knees in front of you and licks a stripe up your drenched slit with no hesitation. he grips your plush thighs to hold them open while he tongues inside of you, the tip of his nose nuzzling your clit perfectly.
"oh shit, gator -- god, yes. you eat my pussy so good." you croak.
your back arches, one hand tangling in his hair and one palming and pinching your tit through your thin cotton shirt. he can feel you beginning to clench around his tongue, pussy fluttering as you cum all over his face. he laps up every drop before standing and grabbing the hair at the back of your head, pulling you back to kiss you deeply, sloppily, letting you taste yourself on his lips.
"please can i have your cock, gator? i bet it's so fuckin' big, i want you to fuck me stupid with it."
"fuck yeah, baby. i'm gonna split you wide open." gator says to you (and actually whimpers to himself in the real world, where he's desperately jerking himself off and biting his forearm to stifle his grunts).
he spears you with the blunt head of his dick, pushing into you smoothly from how wet and worked up you already are. your nails dig into his shoulder as you cry out, begging for him to fuck you hard and fast. he obliges, eyes rolling back at how tightly you're squeezing him.
"gator, fuck! oh yes, yes!" you squeal in his ear, far too loud to keep this little secret rendezvous between you both. he clamps a thick, rough hand over your mouth, feeling your hot breath and the gentle press of your tongue laving against his palm as every thought other than the heavy drag of his cock against your inner walls leaves your mind; you're seeing stars.
gator feels the coil in his own belly snap just before hot, thick ropes of cum paint your insides the bathroom wall. he whimpers your name, and as his eyes flutter open he sneers at the mess he now has to haphazardly clean up with the one-ply toilet paper in the stall.
he tears open the bathroom door, kicking himself for giving in and annoyed that he feels a little sticky now. his shoulder slams into someone, and just as he turns to bitch them out, he sees it's you and stops.
"oh, hell. sorry gator. i just can't stay out of your way today, can i?" you smile shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and tilting your head at him in concern. "y'okay tillman? you look flushed."
"nah. m'fine. see ya around."
he brushes by you, rolling his eyes at his stupid response. you bite your lip and watch his tight ass as he storms out of the station. god, if he would just give you one sign that he was interested in you...
you know who would be hard for his wife ALL THE TIME no matter what she was talking about??? this man right here. she could be going on for hours about nothing and he’d just be all like “uh huh baby” while popping a boner
author’s note — as I had to slow down a bit for my health I need time to write actual fics but I don’t want to let you guys down, so here are some imagines (I’m gonna make some of these)
perv!gator who goes to the diner you work in, late at night, parks close enough to see you doing your job but not close enough for you to notice and thanking god for his tinted windows, strokes his dick while watching you spin around in your little work dress, imagining going in there, bend you over the table and fuck you with the dress still on from behind.
perv!gator who breaks into your home after searching out from the police system where you live and goes to your laundry immediately, stealing your still unwashed panties from the basket.
perv!gator who goes to your room and searches around to find your pink big vibrator in the drawer, he gets hard from imagining you using it and finds himself turn it on and put it on his clothed bulge.
perv!gator who gets so hard he has to pull out his dick while going to your mirror that had pics of you alone—or with friends—as he was looking at you while jerking himself off, cuming accidentally on your mirror “oh shit, shit, shit!”
perv!gator who after cleaning it off leaves your house just to go straight back home giving your pantie into his collection of you. Your panties and bras that went missing, pics of you printed out from your social media, all your information he could find in the system, and a drawing he drew of you and your body.
perv!gator who jerks off every single night, your blue lace underwear over his face, breathing in your smell while in the hand that is stroking him he has his favorite, dark green lace underwear going up and down his cock, giving it a plus friction that makes him cum so hard it spills everywhere.
perv!gator who set his favorite picture of yours from your Instagram as his wallpaper, you smiling into the camera, your hair wet, in a burgundy colored bikini, the top part perfectly showing enough from your boobs for him to imagine fucking your boobs, still wet from the water.
perv!gator who is your regular customer and always calls you “sugar.” but he never makes an official move, he rather beats the fuck out of every single men who tries to flirt with you and then go back to his car and cum around his wheel while looking through your instagram.
perv!gator who follows your every move, and loves when you go to the local bakery where your best friend Kiara works, he loves watching you try out the new sweets as he watches your mouth having the left over cream on them while your smiling, watching you lick off your fingers, especially helps if they are white creams, he imagines you on your knees, those white drops his cum, dripping down from your mouth to your chest as he licks it off of them after fucking your mouth so badly you cry from not being able to breathe.
step!brother gator snoops through your room when you're out and looks for used panties, digging in your laundry basket before he finds what he wants.
step!brother gator tries to be sneaky with it and doesn't go for more than one pair a week, he can't forever pretend that they just weren't even in the washing machine when he folded the laundry.
step!brother gator checks your location every chance he gets, it might come off as a simple protective gesture you should be thankful for but when you're somewhere you shouldn't be he immediately knows.
step!brother gator likes to pretend he's patrolling and checking the area when he's actually just driving where you are, embarassing you in a bar when you just want to drink with your friends.
step!brother gator always annoys you, getting bolder and bolder with each move to the point where you never can guess what he's going go do. he started with simply snapping your bra straps whenever they were visibile..
step!brother gator basically slid his hand up your skirt and rubbed your clit the last time he wanted to annoy you, explained that he thought you had something on your thigh and left your room by placing a wet, messy kiss on your cheek.
step!brother gator tries to stop you from bringing other men home, somehow always knowing when you have another hookup inside and eyeing him with that glare when the guy tries to slip inside your room.
step!brother gator always complains about the noise the morning after, but he secretly presses his ear against the wall and strokes himself, sometimes recording the audio for later.
step!brother gator acts like he's just a annoying but caring brother around your parents, always crossing lines that they brush off as friendly. but you sometimes feel like roy knows something you don't..
i should have said 'stepbrother!gator' but whatever..
Do you write your stories directly on Tumblr? I've seen so many authors complain about Tumblr deleting their stories while writing, so it's probably good to have another platform to write it then copy paste it here cause the app randomly closes sometimes (it happened to me while reading a good ass story)
yes!! 😭 i once saw someone warning others abt not writing directly on tumblr but i ignores it, i never really wrote anything on this app and i just wanted to finish my writing as quickly as possible 💔 i will definitely keep that in mind for when i'm writing later (atleast three more posts coming soon 🤫) and tysm anon i love you
the over all vibe… cock warming 🙂 (I just found out what this is) OR (or both up to you) passionate to more aggressive
cock warming with keys
short one shot, more fluffy than smutty, mdni
you really can't be blamed for wanting to be close to your boyfriend after spending so much time apart today! all you have wanted since the moment he walked through the door is to stay by his side and get all of his attention, and maybe it is a little silly, but you can't help the way you feel. after waiting for him to come home for hours all you want now is to be with keys, to feel his touch and see his face.
you can't help being a needy girlfriend.. now everything you need is to have keys near you and to feel his warmth, the familiar smell of his cologne the feeling of his arm around you and his quiet sighs and breaths. it is all so comforting that it makes the loneliness you felt earlier go away in just a few seconds.
you jump into his lap while he is still working on his computer, but it does not bother him at all. he just moves a little on the bed so you can sit comfortably and then puts his arm around your waist, it is something he does so naturally that it makes you feel warm and tingly.
since you are both tired you do not do much except put your arms around his neck and give him kisses. sometimes you leave marks on his skin but they are so small that you can only see them if you look closely. uou do not want him to be embarrassed at work after all!
for a while you are happy sitting like this. uou rest your head on his shoulder, listen to the sound of him typing on his keyboard, every now and then he rubs his thumb on your side, squeezes your waist, which reminds you that even though he is working he is still paying attention to you.
this should be enough for you.. after a while of sitting close to keys and smelling his scent you start to feel a little restless. at first it is subtle- you just move around in his lap a little bit, you shift your weight from side to side, try to figure out why you feel this way.
maybe you just missed keys more than usual today, maybe spending the day apart made you want to be closer to him more than usual. whatever the reason you find yourself wanting attention from keys.
after a moments you decide that you just need keys to be closer to you. you do not want anything from him. you just want him to pay attention to you instead of his computer. you want him to look at you hold you and remind you that he is finally home and not going away again for a time. atleast that's what you tell yourself..
"baby…" you say softly pulling, on the sleeve of his hoodie as you bury your face in his neck.
when he just hums in response and keeps working you let out a sigh and hold him even tighter. "i need you…" your voice is muffled against his skin.
he laughs away and puts one hand on your waist gently pulling you back so he can look at your face. the smile he gives you shows that he already knows what you mean.. for some reason this makes you want to be even closer to him. he puts one hand on your waist so he can pull you from the crook of his neck and look at your face, big hand sliding up your sweater to rest on your stomach. "right now? you're so needy, just let me finish this up, mkay?"
"i just want you inside, you don't need to do anything..!" you pout, looking up at him with those big eyes he can't say 'no' to and inside you already know you won. you can't help the little giggle that leaves you, making you bite your lip to muffle it and hide your smile.
he adjusts his glasses, putting his laptop aside for a minute as his hands move to slide your sweatpants and panties down in one smooth move, rubbing at your hip softly. you quickly grab him, pulling his pants down and staring at the forming bulge before you take off his boxers too. you move your hand to his dick, stroking him softly as he lets out a soft sigh.
you wait until he's fully hard in your hand, and he lets out a shaky breath as he grabs his laptop, knowing he has to focus on his work again even with all the distractions you're giving him right now. you push yourself up with your hands on his chest and sink down on him slowly, letting out a soft whimper that's mixed with keys' groan.
you fight the urge to start moving, running a hand through his hair and closing your eyes and letting yourself relax and feel better- you needed this since the morning, since the second keys got back from work and you got a whiff of his cologne.
cock warming with keys doesn't usually turn into sex, it's more of a passionate need to be close to eachother in the most intimate way possible. even though you move sometimes and tease him on purpose you both just rest there like that, his hand sliding up your body every few minutes.
you can feel how soaked you are around him, your wetness dripping down your bodies, leaving yours and his thighs already sticky. you whine quietly, placing your hands on his shoulders and leaning back to look at him. you move your hands to his cheeks, wanting his attention on you and not on that stupid laptop of his. "come on, keys..! you have better things to do than stare at that dumb screen.."
he just shakes his head and gives you a small peck, fighting the urge to buck his hips into you, but he's staying strong. his fingers keep clicking against the keyboard, and to your own surprise you start getting sleepy at some point. you rest your head against his chest and your eyes start fluttering closed.
and when you wake up in the morning, he's still inside you, and now you're resting on your back when he starts slowly moving his hips. the perfect way to start the day with your lovely keys.
a/n: well im back and idk if i wrote what i was supposed to but here it is! ts so short im crying
CIRCUMSTANCE - steve harrington x fem!reader | wc: 2k
brief summary: bumping into the steve harrington at your best friends house was not uncommon — he was there to see his girlfriend, you were there to see your best friend. getting fucked by him on their counter while they’re both asleep was, unfortunately, definitely uncommon. well, until tonight that is.
tags/cw: age gap i guess (reader is 19, steve is in his like early 20s), def not canon (steve and nancy are together), cheating, smut, idk what else, MDNI !!!!!
suzi speaks: just pretend steve and nancy having a sleepover at the wheeler house at their grown age isn’t unbelievable. pls. idk what im even writing, but i wanted a “drabble” about older steve also, first time writing smut. please be nice to me world. lowkey also wanna do a continuation of this but w being mikes bestfriend 🤔 lmk. hi another note i just realized there’s like barely any dialogue in this soz sorry about dat. ok another note before posting this — my friend proofread the start of this but not the rest sorry if this is ahh
if there was one thing your mother had always drilled into your head, it was to be good and respectful company.
you took her advice to heart — whenever you went over to someone else’s house, you cleaned up after yourself, said please and thank you so often that some people would’ve labeled it as excessive, and swallowed whatever snarky remark was itching to escape whenever someone said something particularly irritating. well, you did all this at everyone’s house but mike wheelers.
see, with mike and his family, it was different. you’ve known him your whole life — practically grew up with him. no, scratch that, did grow up with him.
when you were younger, the two of you would race into his house with scraped knees and dirt-smudged faces, trying to make it home in time for dinner. you spent countless afternoons sprawled across his couch, watching whatever movie nancy had rented with her friends, and listened to ted’s old stories as if he were your own father
you loved the Wheelers like they were family. karen, nancy, holly, and you had girls' days every other week. every once in a while, ted would even take you and mike fishing, proudly labeling it a "family bonding experience."
nancy, especially though, was like the older sister you'd never had. she took you shopping and out for ice cream whenever you were having a rough day, painted your nails while the two of you exchanged the latest hawkins gossip, and held you through more heartbreaks than you cared to admit.
so yes, in the wheeler home, you were more than comfortable leaving your socks hanging off mike’s bed frame, wandering around the house without asking permission, and talking to his family the same way you talked to your own — even when mike wasn't there.
this made the scenario you were in right now was confusing to say the least.
for context, you were currently getting your pussy tongue fucked by nancy’s long time boyfriend, steve, while you were laid over the counter where you two made waffles together the morning prior.
“mmm, fuck, feels so good, steve,” you moaned quietly, hand gripping on his hair weakly as your mind went numb from the combination of the feeling of his fingers moving across your heated walls and his tongue lingering under your fingers and inside as well, collecting the slick gushing out from in between your slit.
you could feel his lips curl up before he decided to disconnect from your heat, much to your dismay, to replace his tongue with another finger and focus solely on biting and kissing a chunk of skin of your inner thigh absentmindedly.
“yeah? you like that baby? getting all dumb just from my mouth and fingers?” he teased against your raw skin, voice low and careful.
his free hand that was previously laid upon his growing bulge moved to grab both your knees together and push them up, making the ridges of your spinal bone dig even harder into the cool counter.
steve, who was now eye to eye with your throbbing and neglected clit, blew out a cold, invigorating breath against you, causing you to gasp lightly before quickly moving to cover your mouth.
this situation wasn’t even your fault…kinda.
earlier, you had reluctantly left behind the snug, comfortable setting you were in, which was also known as mike’s bed, to grab a cold cup of water from the kitchen in order to at least somewhat cool down from the summer heat that swam around mikes small room when you bumped into steve who was leaning against the counter looking like a kicked puppy, zoning out.
you two have never really talked like that before, only sparing a few words to each other whenever you happened to bump into one another, but for some reason this time his pathetic demeanor led you to cave in and ask what he was doing down here.
he hesitated before shyly admitting that nancy and him had gotten into a fight and she ignored his pleas to make up, instead going to sleep.
one thing led to another and now here you two were, betraying both your companions somehow, someway.
you were so dazed out of your mind that you didn’t register the feeling of steve’s fingers leaving your hole until the cold wind produced from him getting up abruptly practically slapped your pussy in the center.
he stepped closer to you, hand reaching to cup your flushed cheek while his thumb lingered near the corner of your lips. “you sure you wanna do this with me, pretty?” he asked you with scrunched eyebrows, wanting to make sure this wasn’t something you were doing out of pity. you looked up at him, eyes wide and boring into his own big ones before dancing around the light freckles scattered across his face, and nodded your head lightly before mumbling a small, “i’m sure, stevie.”
he seemed to hesitate before moving his hand to the back of your neck and pulling your head up to connect your lips together, surprising both you and himself.
the kiss was hard and full of passion — his nose was crushing itself into your cheek as he tried to take the kiss deeper and his tongue was slipping and sliding all over your mouth, focusing on the roof of it especially.
you pulled back gingerly and reminded him of one key detail. “sorry, but i think maybe we should um…hurry up. we are kind of in the middle of the kitchen.” your voice came out in a low whisper, amused smile planted onto your face.
steve softly chuckled, moving to untie his pajama pants. before he could finish, he paused abruptly and looked back up at you. “shit, i don’t think i have a condom with me today.”
“oh, yeah. i’m on birth control, so, you can..you know..” you dragged on, feeling a bit shy at the admission.
steve bit back a giddy smile, clearly excited to be inside you with no layers in between, and quickly fumbled to pull his pajama pants and boxers down in one swipe, leaving them hanging on his mid thigh.
your eyes zeroed in on his solid, heavy length while his eyes remained on your face to gauge your reaction.
“holy shit, stev— how is that gonna fit?” you asked worriedly in a hushed whisper.
“i’ll make it fit, baby. don’t worry.” he reassured, eyes flickering down to watch the way his flushed tip now slid against your slit, teasing into your hole.
you don’t know what compelled you to grab his hand and interlock your fingers, but when you did, both your eyes met for a brief second.
“you ready?” he questioned quietly, positioning his tip directly over your hole.
you let out a quiet hum and pushed your hips forward, giving him your answer indirectly.
steve pulled you closer to him, using his hands to wrap your legs around his waist while he pushed himself inside your wet hole. his brows were furrowed and mouth hung slightly open as he tried to distract himself from the warmth surrounding him, not wanting to embarrass himself and cum fast.
a string of whimpers that were too loud for the environment you were in left your swollen lips before steve moved quickly to muffle your whines with two fingers shoved into your mouth.
as he slowly started to bottom out, your eyes fluttered shut, taking in the feeling of being oh so full. he started to move his hips against your body, slightly shoving you back on the counter with one particularly rough thrust, and moved his free hand to cup your mound.
“fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he moaned out quietly, groaning as he kept thrusting and pushing his palm onto your clit, keeping you still while also bringing your bundle of nerves pleasure with each push.
steve’s thrusts remained passionate and powerful, his pace never weakening or stuttering. his dick dragged against your sweet spot with each thrust, leaving your body to unknowingly clench around him tightly to keep him there.
“steve, steve, steve.” you repeated his name like a mantra, voice muffled due to your tongue that was still swirling around his fingers, eyes rolling back from the pure pleasure.
steve slipped his fingers out from in between your lips to lean down and muffle your noises instead with his own mouth pressed against yours, still keeping the same pace and roughness of his thrusts.
the sound of his balls slapping against your bare skin echoed in the small corner of the kitchen you were located in, and the pleasure you were feeling was so intense you couldn’t help but move your fingers to his back to ground yourself, nails leaving pink, staggered lines across the soft expanse of his skin.
steve’s lips disconnected from yours, but the space between the two of you didn’t expand. his forehead was now pressed against yours while he muttered sweet praises to you.
“you feel so fucking good, oh my goddd.” he groaned out, breath mingling with yours as his hips began to slow down. “i can cum in you, right? please baby, let me cum in you.” he begged, thumb replacing his palm to rub hot circles directly onto your clit, wanting to get you both to cum at the same time.
“yes, steve, yes. please don’t stop, please.” you whined loudly, walls clenching tightly around his length as you felt your peak coming closer and closer.
steve continued ramming into you and rubbing, eager to get you both there. his breath came out in staggered patterns as your walls practically strangled him.
you redirected your hand from his back to the back of his neck to pull him down to your lips, smashing his to yours as the mounting tension in you began to snap, hurling you into a pleasure you’ve never felt for anyone else before.
steve followed after you, hips starting to stutter. he gave a few more passion filled thrusts before spurting inside you, his thick load of cum spurting across your inners walls.
a few more weak thrusts followed his high while whines left your mouth at the overstimulation.
he slowly started to pull out, careful to not make a mess on the floor or counter. “fuck.” he muttered at the sight of the combination of cum leaving your pulsing hole.
he stared for a few more seconds before pushing all the spilling liquid back in with his thumb and leaning down to give your pussy one last, wide lick.
straightening your legs from the awkward position they were previously in, you quickly pulled your shorts and panties up, and tried to stand up properly, which failed. your legs felt weak and it was clearly obvious because steve wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you.
you looked up at him to see him already meeting your eyes, a star struck look hid behind his eyes and his mouth opened to say something before closing again.
“this was..fun. um, see you later, mayb—” you spoke first before getting cut off from steve’s lips smashing against yours, the taste of you still lingering inside his mouth now being in your mouth as well.
he pulled away after a few seconds, wanting to speak this time. “let’s do this again sometime, yeah? been wanting to do that since i saw you.”
you answered with a dazed nod, before quickly stepping away and wobbling back to mikes room.
safe to say, that was not the last time you and steve had sex somewhere in the wheeler house.
sure, there were times people got suspicious, like when there were random scratches on his back or when someone stumbled upon you two with ruffled hair in the kitchen at night, but you never got caught…you think.
Perv!gator who taps your phone to hear you having phone sex with your boyfriend 👀
the evil smirk i'm doing behind the screen rn is nastyyyy! enjoy!
— As the sheriff station's favorite secretary, it was no surprise that each officer tried his advances on you, only for you to giggle and disuade them with a simple comment – "sorry, i have a boyfriend."
— Gator laughed when you reminded him of this for the third time since you started at the Stark County office. He shakes his head in disbelief, "So when do I get to meet this so-called boyfriend?"
— The laugh quickly disappears when you show him a picture, and Gator realizes that he knows the lucky bastard. In fact, they played football together in high school and split paths when Gator went to the academy, and your boyfriend became a fireman.
— Yet Gator is not dissuaded by the fact that you have a boyfriend or the fact that Gator knows him. Because deep down, Gator desires you more than some little secretary fantasy – you're a goddamn prize, and he is determined to be the winner.
— Gator becomes intensely focused on breaking up your relationship with any trick he can find. But that takes research and doing some digging into your personal life that you don't care to share at the station.
— His first opportunity is when the station gets a surprise delivery. You step away from your desk, leaving your phone unlocked while assisting the deliveryman. No one is the wiser about how Gator snatches your phone so quickly, instantly checking your texts for any indication of relationship issues. He finds nothing but is undeterred in his search, instead clicking into the photos app.
— Perv!Gator discovers quite a selection of photos with little to no clothing, clearly meant for the eyes of your doting boyfriend. He doesn't think twice about texting them to his phone before erasing any evidence that he sent them from your device. When he hears your laugh from around the corner, Gator returns the phone to your desk — nonchalant when he brushes past you on the way to his cruiser to more closely examine these risque photos.
— Gator gets another opportunity to snoop a week later. Roy had randomly beckoned you into your office, foolishly leaving behind your unlocked phone. When Gator pockets the device, he makes a beeline to his desk for the real technical work. You've made him a desperate man, and that calls for desperate measures. Gator doesn't think twice as he downloads the spyware app to your phone, burying it in a folder with your other unused app.
— That night when Gator gets home late from patrol, he is instantly opening up the app to tap into your phone. If he couldn't find outward proof to ruin your relationship, then Gator would just have to look into the more private areas of your life.
— There isn't much to listen to at first. In fact, Gator thought that you had left your phone charged away from you when he heard the faint murmur of the TV. Only a minute later, a lewd whine is pulled from your lips. Gator feels his ears burn red when he pieces together exactly what he's hearing.
— Gator is trying to place the picture together in his mind based on sound alone. He hears the occasional grunt and affectionate nickname come from your boyfriend, but it's your lack of voice that makes him realize that you're sucking your boyfriend's dick.
— Gator's hand immediately finds his dick, already stiff beneath the zipper of his cargo pants. He gnaws at his bottom lip each time you pull over your boyfriend's cock with a wet pop. If he focuses hard enough, Gator could visualize you on your knees here in his bedroom, eagerly mouthing at his own cock.
— Poor Gator just continues to torture himself by listening to your boyfriend make love to you. But something doesn't sit right with Gator. Each time you moan your boyfriend's name, it sounds rehearsed. Your whines lose their enthusiasm halfway through and quickly come off as performative. And while Gator listens to your boyfriend cum and thanks you for getting him off, the deputy can't help but smirk to himself because he found the hole in your relationship. Your boyfriend doesn't make you come.
۶ৎ pairing - gator tillman x reader x steve harrington
۶ৎ cw - 18+ MDNI NSFW | threesome (?) , p in v, oral (m!receiving), just pure smut okay
۶ৎ from lacy - what the fuck im obsessed
you stepped into the living room after a long shift, the house quiet except for the low hum of the tv and the heavy tension that always seemed to linger whenever steve and gator were both home.
your stepbrothers. assholes, both of them, always circling you like sharks.
steve with his stupidly perfect hair, and gator with his stupidly...perfectly slicked-back gelled hair.
they both wanted you. bad. and they made sure you knew it.
"look who finally showed up," steve drawled from the couch, legs spread wide, patting the spot between him and gator. "c'mere. you look like you need to sit down."
gator snorted, leaning back with his arms crossed, his jaw tight. "or maybe she needs someone who actually knows how t'take care o' her. not some washed up jock who still thinks he's hot shit."
"fuck off, alligator," steve shot back, eyes narrowing. "she's been eyeing me all week. right, baby? you want a real man, not this soon-to-be chrome dome tillman."
you rolled your eyes but your heart raced. they fought like this constantly, throwing jabs, shoving each other when you were around, both trying to stake some claim. it was exhausting. and kinda hot. "you two are ridiculous," you muttered, but you still walked over, sinking onto the couch between them because the pull was too strong.
gator's hand landed on your thigh first, squeezing possessively. "see? she came right t'us. maybe she wants both of us t'night. huh, sweetheart?"
steve's fingers tangled in your hair, tugging your head toward him. "don't listen to him. i'll make you feel so good you forget his name." his lips crashed against yours, hungry and demanding, tongue pushing in like he owned you. gator growled low in his throat, yanking you back by the waistband of your shorts.
"my fuckin' turn." gator kissed you harder, rougher, teeth nipping at your bottom lip while his hand slid up under your shirt, palming your breast. steve didn't back down, attacking your neck instead, sucking marks right where everyone would see tomorrow.
" assholes," you gasped between kisses, but your body arched into both of them, heat pooling between your legs.
"yeahh? but you love it," steve whispered hot against your skin, voice dripping smug. "look at you. getting wet for us like a little slut."
gator chuckled darkly, fingers dipping into your shorts and finding you soaked. "f-fuck... she's drippin'. bet you've been thinkin' 'bout this, haven't ya? both of us filling ya up."
they didn't wait for an answer. clothes came off in a messy rush, shirts tossed, your shorts yanked down your legs. steve pushed you onto your back on the couch, spreading your thighs wide while gator knelt beside your head, freeing his cock. it was thick, veiny, already leaking. steve's was just as impressive, long and pretty as he stroked himself watching you.
"who do you want first?" steve asked, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds, teasing.
"me" gator growled, fisting your hair and guiding your mouth to him. "suck it, baby. show yer big brother how good that mouth is."
you moaned around gator's length as he pushed in, stretching your lips. he groaned loud, hips twitching. "s-shit..so warm..just like that, y-yeah..."
steve finally thrust into you, bottoming out in one smooth stroke that made you choke on gator. "goddamn, you're tight. taking me so fucking well." he started pounding into you, hard and deep, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. every thrust pushed you further onto gator's cock, making you gag and drool.
they were relentless, trading insults even now. "go harder, harrington, she can take it," gator taunted, fucking your face steadily. "or are you gonna tap out already?"
"shut the fuck up and enjoy her throat," steve snapped back, gripping your hips bruisingly as he railed you. "she's clenching around me like she wants me to breed her."
you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming fullness, pleasure sparking white hot through your body. gator pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, stroking himself as he watched steve destroy your pussy. "switch. i need to feel her."
they flipped you like you weighed nothing. gator hauled you onto his lap, sinking you down onto his thick cock with a guttural moan. "fuuuuck...so much tighter than i imagined. that's iiit..ride me."
steve stood in front of you, feeding his cock back into your mouth while gator bounced you on his lap, hands gripping your ass. "that's it..gooood girl. taking both us like you were fuckin made for it."
the rhythm got messy, desperate. gator thrusting up hard, steve fucking your throat, their hands everywhere, pinching, slapping, squeezing. you came first, shaking and crying out around steve, pussy fluttering wildly around gator.
"shiiiitt, she's cumming..gonna make me cum too," gator stuttered, voice breaking. "where do ya want it, huuhh?"
steve pulled out of your mouth, stroking fast. "inside. fill her up."
they didn't hold back. gator came deep inside you with a broken groan, pumping rope after rope while steve painted your face and tits, marking you as theirs. you collapsed between them, spent and sticky, breathing ragged.
you swallow. "i'm not gonna be able to walk for a few days,"
the living room of the house felt too quiet after supper. gator had one boot propped up on the coffee table, zoned out && trying to look like he wasn’t bothered, but you wouldn’t drop it.
you’d been curled against his side for the last half hour, your voice all sweet like always, that innocent lilt that made his dick twitch even when he was annoyed. “pleaseeee, gator… i want it so bad. i keep thinking about you marking me like that. i’ve been good, haven’t i?”
he’d grunted the first few times. “ma not tonight.” then, “quit it, i told ya’ no.” his jaw kept ticking, restlessness building because you kept pushing. giving gentle little nudges with that wide-eyed look that always made him feel like he was the one in control… until he wasn’t.
finally, after the fifth “but gatieee, why not? i just wanna feel you all over me,” and so on rambling, he had enough.
gator shot up from the couch so fast the cushions squeaked. his hand clamped around your upper arm, not gentle, fingers digging in. “ah fuck,” he gritted through his teeth, “y’just don’t know when to fuckin’ quit, do ya?”
he started hauling you toward the bathroom down the hall, boots thudding heavy on the old linoleum. under his breath he was rambling, half-muttering like his ego got bruised and he needed to talk himself back up.
“pushin’ and pushin’ like some spoiled little thing… actin’ all innocent with that pretty face, beggin’ for piss like a damn whore. i told you no, but nah, y’gotta keep naggin’… make me look like i can’t handle my own girl…”
you stumbled along behind him, heart hammering, a flutter of nerves mixing with the heat low in your belly. “gatie-! i’m sorry, i didn’t wanna make you mad! i just thought-”
“shut that fuckin’ mouth,” he snapped, not even looking back. his grip tightened as he kicked the bathroom door open with the toe of his boot.
gator didn’t give you time to steady yourself. he shoved you down hard onto your knees right there on the cold tile, the impact jolting through your legs. you caught yourself on your hands, looking up at him with the same exact wide eyed look as before.
he loomed over you, breathing hard through his nose, sharp jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped. he wasn’t the tallest guy around, but right now he felt bigger, all wired-up frustration and that needy need to prove he was in charge. his hands went to his belt, yanking the buckle open with rough, jerky motions. the metal clinked loud in the small room. zipper rasped down. he shoved his jeans and boxers low enough on his hips to free his cock, already nearly hard from all the arguing.
“you wanted this so fuckin’ bad, huh?” he murmured, one hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to keep you right where he wanted. the other wrapped around the base of his dick, aiming it straight at your face. “been whinin’ about it forever. ‘please gatie, please gatie’- all sweet n’shit while you’re askin’ me to treat you like a fuckin’ toilet ay?”
you barely had time to part your lips before the hot stream hit.
gator let out a long, relieved exhale as he finally let go. it splashed across your forehead first, then your cheeks, soaking into your hairline and running down in rivulets over your closed eyes and open mouth. he adjusted the angle with a small tilt of his hips, hosing it deliberately over your chin, your neck, the front of your thin shirt until the fabric clung wet and translucent to your tits.
“shiit mama” he muttered, still going. “sittin’ there all pretty and innocent, takin’ my piss like it’s candy. bet you been fingerin’ yourself thinkin’ about this, huh? my sweet little girl turnin’ into a desperate slut the second i ain’t lookin’.”
the stream finally slowed to a drip. gator didn’t bother tucking himself away yet. instead he gave your wet cheek a sharp, open-handed slap, the sound cracking loud off the tiles, stinging just enough to make your skin bloom pink under the sheen of piss. then his palm came back, smearing it roughly across your face: rubbing the warm liquid into your skin, over your lips, across your eyelids, forcing you to taste as it coated everything.
his thumb pressed hard against your lower lip, pushing some of the light drops into your mouth. “swallow it,” he ordered, breath coming faster. “you begged so fuckin’ pretty, didn’t ya? now you wear it. every drop. that’s what you wanted, right?”
you did it, eyes watering, throat working as you swallowed, a soft whimper escaping. your face was glistening, hair damp at the roots, shirt ruined, kneeling there on the bathroom floor looking every bit the innocent girl who’d just been marked by her frustrated, ego-bruised boyfriend.
gator’s cock twitched visibly as he stared down at you, that pretty grin finally tugging at his mouth even as his chest still heaved. he gave your smeared cheek one more lighter slap, almost affectionate in that rough way of his.
“there,” he said, “that what you wanted, all that naggin’ for nothin’ now that you got it.”
you nodded slowly, “yes mmh-thank you, gator.”
he huffed a short laugh, fingers still tangled tight in your wet hair. “yeah yeah, well good girl.. now open tha’pretty mouth again”
you’re shoved face-down over the edge of gator’s bed, pants ripped down to your ankles, ass up and spread while he’s got one boot planted on the floor and the other knee pinning your thigh wide open. his two thick digits jammed straight into your tight hole, scissoring hard and fast like he’s trying to prove something.
“fuck yeahh look at this sloppy little hole already winkin’ at me,” he snarls, “you been waitin’ for my dick all day, huh? been clenchin’ around nothin’ thinkin’ bout me wreckin’ your ass?”
you moan loud when he twists his fingers meaner, hitting that spot dead-on, your whole body jerking forward on instinct. “g-gator!-ahh fuck m’too full t-too much-”
he laughs at your pathetic sounds and poor attempts of shimmying away. “don’t you fuckin’ squirm away from me darlin’, take it.”
he yanks his fingers out, spits a fat glob right on your hole, and you feel the wet head of his thick cock shoving in without mercy.
“shiiit tight as a virgin back here, remind me how many times we’ve done this, hm sweetheart?” he groans, hips snapping forward to bury the rest deep. “yeahh, that’s it, fuckin’ take every inch like the greedy slut you are. squeezin’ my cock so good i might just keep this hole as my personal cumdump.”
you’re moaning and twitching under him, the fullness too intense, trying to crawl forward a little. “oh god ga-torr please- ahhh ‘s so dee-deep”
“aw please what?” he mocks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back while he starts pounding hard, skin slapping loud. “please stoppp? don’t think ya’ want that do you? y’love gettin’ your ass ruined.”
“quit fuckin’ squirmin’” he leans over you, chest pressed to your back, breathing heavily against your ear while he fucks you mercilessly, cock dragging right over that spot with every thrust.
“fuckin’ listen to you moanin’ like a whore. keep makin’ those pretty sounds while i ruin this hole. you’re my little anal bitch, ain’t ya? tell me whose ass this is.”
you’re gasping and whimpering, body shaking. “y-yours-mmh fuck! gator it’s yours-oh fuuck right there”
“damn right it’s mine,” he grits, “gonna flood this tight ass full of my cum till it’s leakin’ down your thighs. y’gonna walk around with my load drippin’ out y’ass like the dirty little whore you are.”
he picks up speed, hips slamming into you so hard the bed rocks, his hand pinning your wrist down while occasionally lifting up to spank you whenever you twitch or try to pull away from how good it feels.
“don’t even think about runnin’ from this dick. i’ll just drag you back and pound you twice as hard mama, now lemme hear those pretty moans”
With dilf!steve and young!reader can you do one where his ex wife walks in on the two while the kids are at school pretty please with a cherry on top🙏🙏
I LOVE DILF STEVE I NEED HIM NOW FHSJNFND
steves kids are off at school, you had only planned to stop by just for a cup of coffee, but you both knew how that would end up. now, youre on his living room couch, his hands firmly grabbing your hips. steves eyes are boring into yours through his reading glasses as he guides your hips to help you bounce up and down on his length.
“fuck, there we go sweetheart. just like that,” his lips are parted slightly, guttural grunts slipping every here and there.
you throw your head back, you can never get used to how big he is, and fuck, he knows how to use it too. he brings his hand to tilt your chin back down at him. he cups your face with his large, calloused hand, forcing you to look at him. your mouth falls agape, and you swear youre trying to mutter out something, anything, really! but all that is audible are your desperate whimpers and moan.
with his hand cradling your cheek, hes able to swiftly stick his thumb in your mouth, “shh, ive got you, honey.”
your tongue swirls helplessly against his digit, youre so drunk off of him and its only 10 in the morning. his other hand remains on your hip with a firm grip and he start to thrust up into you. your heart nearly skips a beat, hes hitting so deep inside of you, and youre seeing stars. your vision is spotting and youre so so so close to your orgasm until—
the door swings wide open. his ex-wife walks in.
“hey! i know i said id stop by later, but i was in town–"
she stops dead in the doorway.
“oh my god.”
steve reacts instantly. he immediately flips you onto the couch, positioning himself over you to shield you from his ex-wifes view. every muscle in your body freezes. somehow, he has a calm look on his face, silently shushing you as if hes assuring you everything will be okay.
you can hear the annoyance in her voice, “seriously, steve?!” she groans, turning away, “ in the living room?!”
steve exhales sharply through his nose. his reading glasses perch lower on the bridge of his nose as he glances toward her, “you said you were coming later.”
