#gator tillman x female reader

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Gator Tillman x Stripper!Reader

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

CW: Porn w/plot. AFAB!Reader. No use of Y/N. Pet names. Subby!Pathetic!Gator. Gator is lovesick. Mentions of past infidelity (no sex beforehand, but visits the reader on the regular). Girlfriend/ex-girlfriend talk. Oral (m receiving). Unprotected p in v. Creampie. Cocky!Gator at the end. Basically two toxic people.

WC: 4.7K (Oops!)

It had been a very productive night at The Tender Trap. You were just finishing up another set under the rush of the pink and red neon lights, gathering the falling tips by the bucket load as he walked in.

Looking as forlorn as ever, head hung low, his usually slicked back hair falling in and around his face and what looked to be a bruise forming under his eye.

You knew the look all too well. He ordered a beer at the bar and took his usual seat in the back taking up the entire bench, stretching his legs out still in uniform sans his kevlar and service weapon. For someone who liked to stay low key, he sure didn't know how to act the part.

You watched from the corner of your eye as his eyes trailed over you. Taking your time to slowly retreat into the dressing room, swaying your hips not bothering to cover your bare chest as you go.

You enjoyed making him wait, only making him more anxious and grumpy, all worked up just that way you liked.

As you sat at your small station reapplying your lipstick, one of the other girls walked in throwing a smirk your way.

“Your boy's out there looking for you.” She snickered.

“He's not my boy.” Replying flatly.

“You tell him that?” Laughing out, as you caught her reflection behind you.

No. You didn't have to tell him.

Gator Tillman only came around when he was fighting with his girlfriend though it seemed to be getting more frequent. You knew all the juicy, sorted details.

Finally emerging from the back, he was nursing his beer looking at the stage with his head tilted slightly, showing signs of boredom, thumb nail slowly peeling the label on his bottle.

Spotting you, his back stiffened sitting up a little straighter making your grin grow a little wider as you passed other patrons and ogling men vying for your attention.

His eyes remained steady on the stage as you sauntered over, trying to stay aloof as if he weren't here just to see you, pointedly avoiding your sultry gaze.

“Took you long enough,” he sassed, taking another swig of his beer as you sat down.

“Oh, I'm sorry Tillman. Did I keep you waiting?” Sassing right back. “Didn't even realize you were here.” Clicking your tongue.

“Nah, sweetheart, not at all. Enjoyin’ the view, drinkin’ a beer. What more could a guy ask for?” He grinned into the bottle, still looking away from you.

Your hand glides across the top of the padded bench seat, hand grasping his thigh making him choke on his next swig, quickly pulling the bottle from his lips wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The glare he sent your way only made you giggle before you spoke.

“What're you in for tonight? Need a chat…” your fingertips tiptoed up the expanse of his thigh, watching as his breath hitched. “Or a little something more?” Licking your lips in anticipation of the inevitable answer.

He pushed your hand away, setting the beer down.

“Can we at least go to the back before ya’ start gettin' all handsy?” He hissed out, finally looking at you.

You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“What’s your problem? Not like your girlfriend or daddy would ever set foot in here.” Getting up as you spoke.

He lightly grabbed your wrist, preventing you from leaving his space.

“Don't. It's just… ya’ know how it is.” Deflecting. His go to before you can get him relaxed.

“No, I don’t know. But,” sighing and melting into his touch. “Come on, you can tell me about it.”

His hand trailed down, gripping yours, letting you pull him up as his large fingers wrap around yours. You'd thought numerous times about how they might feel wrapped around your neck or stuffed inside your greedy cunt.

He held tight, following you into the back, watching the way your ass looked in nothing but the thong you wore, thighs pushed out with the way your tights were digging into the plush of them. He was already hard, anticipation thrumming through him as you led him down the small hall to a private room.

It was a revolving cycle. He'd either fight with his girlfriend or on some occasions, his dad, and come find you. You were a stress relief, a way to blow off steam without any judgment.

Yeah, you might cost him an arm and a leg but you were worth it.

You stopped momentarily, whispering something to the bouncer he couldn't quite discern over the thumping base and loud music this close to the stage. The guy nodded, as you looked back and began to lead him once more, taking him down a hall where the music began to fade.

“Want another beer before we get started?” Calling over your shoulder, an almost predatory toothy grin thrown his way.

“Nah,” answering quickly. It was always the same. He wasn't interested in drinks or waiting any longer.

You enter the very last room at the end of the hall. The same red walls as the club with a small couch situated at the far end and a pole in the middle. The music was filtering in through speakers hung in the corners.

He continued past you making his way over to the couch as you locked the door. Much like in the bar, he took up most of the space. Wide and domineering.

“You never answered me out there. What're you in for tonight?” Taking long, slow strides toward him.

“I don't really wanna talk tonight.” He huffed out, as you stopped short in front of him standing between his legs.

“Someone's really grumpy.” Tilting your head, hands slowly moving up his chest to his shoulders moving your face close to his, nails digging slightly into the leather of his jacket as you trailed small kisses across his jaw.

You pulled back, gripping his chin forcefully making him look up at you.

“That little girlfriend of yours piss you off that bad?” You chuckled, but he found no amusement in your words, moving out of your grasp with a pout. You found him adorable when he was pissed.

“Poor baby,” you tsked. Pushing up and away from him. Giving him a nice sway of your hips as you walked toward the pole, gripping it and spinning back around.

“Now, Gator, how long have we done this little number? Huh? You still trying to play coy?” You began dancing to the rhythm of the music filling the room as he watched you but stayed silent.

“I know when something is bothering you.” You spoke as you continued to dance. He had to adjust himself, cock now straining the constricting fabric of his cargos, almost painfully.

“If you don't tell me now, you know it'll just eat away at you. You can't even have any proper fun.” Dropping to the floor, crawling toward him at an agonizing pace, never taking your eyes off of him.

You slowly sat in between his legs, hands splayed on either side of his thighs so close to his length, he let out a shuttering breath as you began to lightly outline his cock with your fingertip, feeling it kick up beneath your touch.

Your number one rule was that you never fucked a client. No matter what. Each time you saw him, it became harder and harder not to give in. The way he would fall apart for you drove you absolutely crazy. He was pathetic, in all the best ways.

You laid your head on his thigh, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Gator, baby, tell me what's wrong. You'll feel so much better once you get it off your chest.” Your fake pout and doe eyes were too much.

“Fine. Fuck!” He threw his head back, exasperated because this little game you played wouldn't end until you got what you wanted.

“We fought. Again. We… I… broke up with her.” He sighed, unwilling to meet your gaze.

“Oh.” You lifted your head at that, standing to straddle his lap, legs on either side of his. Shifting to accommodate your frame as you sat down, immediately grinding your hips into his.

“Yeah…” coming out all breathy, as he hesitantly placed his hands on your hips.

“Poor baby,” continuing to move your hips across his lap, his cock hard against you with each pass and swirl igniting something within your own core.

“She… she wanted to get married and I didn't. It would have never worked out. She's just so different from… me.” What he had wanted to say was you. In the back of his mind, he knew this little thing between the two of would never really work out either. He was infatuated with the thought of you. Outside of the club he didn't know anything about you.

“That's such a shame.” Your own words coming out a little breathy, leaning close to his ear, lips pressing right under his jaw. You knew you shouldn't but you pressed in further lips sucking lightly, testing his reaction. When a small whimper escaped him, you only sucked harder, leaving a small mark behind.

His cock twitched, hips bucking up as he pressed you further down searching for more friction, blunt fingertips digging into your soft flesh. You had to bite your lower lip, suppressing a moan before it slipped out. It would be too easy to slip him out of his pants and slide down his shaft, feeling your own wetness pooling in your skimpy thongs, sticking to your folds.

Something, if you admitted to yourself, you'd also thought about numerous times. You'd heard the rumors. You'd felt his cock and knew it was big.

“You like that, Gator? Want me to mark you up? Let that little girlfriend and daddy know what you really like? What you've been up to?” You licked his pulse point, debating on sinking your teeth into his bared throat.

“Yeah.” He huffed out.

“Oh, Gator.” You pulled back, taking a hard look into his eyes. Glossed over, pupils taking over his mossy irises, now almost black.

“You'd regret it in the morning. I'm sure she'd see you and cry and you'll apologize and she'll take you back.” You chuckled, pushing off his chest slightly but he had a firm grip on your hips.

“I won't regret it.” He gritted out, nose to nose with you, lips daring to ghost over yours. “Don't you see what you do to me? I'd let you do anything to me.” Bucking his hips again for emphasis.

You'd done this cat and mouse a dozen times, always ending the same. You'd dance for him, grind on his cock all the while letting his hands roam over your hips and thighs, and even that was pushing it while trying to maintain a level of professionalism. But you always made it fun. He could vent while you'd take his mind off of whatever was bothering him, making him cum in his pants and sending him home.

“I know you would.” Taking his hands and shoving them off your waist. “But I have a rule and I'm not about to break it for you.”

Standing and striding back over to the pole, leaving his mouth gaping to stare after you.

“Why not?” He asks earnestly. As you begin to sway with the song, his eyes suddenly drifting down your hips and legs as if mesmerized by the small movements.

“You know I don't fuck clients. Period.” You shrug, turning back to him. “Even if you are a newly single man, if that's even true.”

He tilts his head for a moment, regarding you.

“You don't think I see the way ya’ look for me in the crowd when you're dancin’ up there? Or try to hold back those moans when you're back here alone with me?” He quickly rose, closing the distance between the two of you, suddenly nose to nose with him again.

“Darlin’ I think,” nose nudging yours. “You want me as bad as I want you. Tell me I'm wrong.” Hands finding your sides once more, bringing you flush to him.

Your hands found their way to his chest, to steady yourself, knees almost going weak at his insinuations. Had you been too distracted letting your facade slip? Had he seen right through you? You weren't sure but he seemed to be quickly gaining the upper hand, which simply would not do.

“Gator, baby, I think you're sadly mistaken. I try to make everyone feel like they're the only ones in the room. It's part of the show.” It slightly gnawed at you, watching the way he deflated at your words, lips pouted and eyes down turned, so utterly pathetic when he's sad.

“Go sit on the couch.” Patting his chest as he stepped away, giving yourself a reprieve in the process.

He sighed behind you, plopping back down on the faux leather seat sinking further into the cushion as you wandered back over taking up residency in his lap once more, facing away from him this time.

You swirled your hips, cock pressed hard against your ass.

“Little help?” Looking over your shoulder at him, wiggling your back. His fingers skimmed up, sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin, as he untied your top.

Lifting it above your head, you rose back up, throwing it across the room and turned back around to face him planting your knees on either side of him. Tits now eye level with him but he was looking up at you instead, making your cheeks heat. Why the fuck was he looking at you like that?

You sat back in his lap, hands roaming up the expanse of his clothed abdomen and chest as you leaned back into him, lips grazing his ear as you spoke.

“Okay Gator, maybe I have thought about you and what this big, fat cock could do to my pussy.” Grabbing his bulge for emphasis, squeezing him through his pants as he released a breathy moan.

“So, I-I was right?” You pulled back to look at him, shit eating grin across his face, eyebrow raised in your direction.

“Don't get cocky, or I'll stop this before we even get started.” Quickly shooting back, as he nodded.

“Good boy.” Hands gliding up under his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, as he helped you pull it off and toss it somewhere across the room. “Now, lay back and relax.”

Some shitty country song was playing but you found your rhythm anyway, grinding against him. His eyes drifted to your breasts, down to where your clothed pussy rubbed against his cock.

“You fucking anybody on the side or was it just virgin Mary?”

He looked a little surprised by your question.

“Just her, but uh, it's been a while.” Sheepishly answering, cheeks suddenly tinged the prettiest shade of pink.

“Ok, good. I don't have any condoms, unless you brought one?” He shook his head. “I'm clean and on the pill. If you still want to do this.”

“Fuck yeah.” He nodded enthusiastically before you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at you.

“Undo your belt and pants. I want to see what I'm working with.” He didn't need to be told twice, hands quickly going to work, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free, laying between the two of you. He was much bigger than you initially anticipated. Eyes going a little wide with surprise.

He was long, and thick with a ruddy tip, already leaking a pearly bead at the slit. You licked your lips and looked back up to his smug face.

“Ya’ okay darlin’?” Finding a little humor in your sudden stupor.

Quickly flipping your demeanor smirking up at him, devilish glint in your eye as you moved from his lap to the floor settling between his thighs.

“It's a lot bigger than I expected, Gator. I'm not sure you'll fit.” Looking up through your lashes at him, laying it on nice and thick.

“Fuck, y-ya’ don't think so? My gi… my ex always said it hurt too much. Couldn't get more than half before she was cryin’.” You could imagine. His poor little girlfriend didn't realize what she was getting into with him.

You were anything but a good girl, moving closer to his raging erection and pursing your lips letting saliva pool before spitting it onto his shaft.

“Fuck!” He hissed out looking down at you with hooded eyes, as you gingerly wrapped your hand around him letting your thumb swirl at his head collecting his precum before spreading it down his cock and back up.

He squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back onto the couch. If he was this far gone from just a touch you weren't sure he would make it to the big finale.

“Eyes on me, big boy.” Squeezing at the base, eliciting his attention as he looked back to you.

“That's it. Couldn't let you miss this.” Saying with a salacious grin before sticking your tongue out to lick from his girthy base all the way up to his tip. The way he whimpered caught you off guard, sending a fresh wave of arousal straight to your already soaked cunt.

Your eyes never left his as you closed your lips around his leaking head, swirling your tongue and humming around the taste of him.

“Mmmm, Gator you taste so good. Did… what's her name ever do this for you?” You asked, it suddenly occurred to you that he'd never said her name out loud.

He shook his head, swallowing thickly, “No. She thought it was too…” trailing off.

“Too what? Dirty?” Kitten licking at his head before finally taking him fully into your mouth, surprising him as his hips bucked up, shoving him further down your throat, making you gag momentarily, before relaxing taking him a little further.

“Oh fuck… shit… that's… goddamn you're a dirty fuckin' girl.” He gritted out, eyes rolling back, all semblance of composure now gone as you began to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks with your hand stroking what your mouth couldn't fit.

“Wait… wait… slow down,” he suddenly huffed out. Trying to catch his breath, as you stilled and pulled off with a slick pop.

“Too much?” Looking back up at him with doe eyes and lips glistening with his arousal.

“Fuck… just fuck me… please?” He sounded pathetic; brow pinched with frustration at his pleading words. “I've thought about this for way too long. I want yo-your pussy.”

“What a needy baby.” Standing back up and planting yourself back on his lap. Just a thin layer of fabric separating the two of you now as you straddled his cock, feeling the heat of him pressed against you.

He leaned in, lips searching for yours, but you pulled back, hands on his chest holding him there.

“No kissing.”

“You'll fuck me raw but draw the line at kissin’?” Confusion flashing across his features.

“Yeah Tillman, I can't have you falling in love with me. This is a one time thing.” You giggled, pulling his hands up and placing them on your breasts as you began to move your hips, dick catching your clit, eliciting a moan from your lips but you didn't hold back this time letting it escape.

“Ya’ sound so pretty. Can I?” You looked back at him as he nodded toward your boobs still held in his hands.

“Can you what? Use your big words.”

“Can I suck your tits? They're so perfect an’ pretty. You're so fuckin' pretty.” Watching the way he kneaded them between his calloused hands as he spoke.

“Go ahead.” He quickly ducked his head, hand trailing to your lower back pressing you further into him as he sucked one of pert nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue before lightly biting, making you arch into him before he switched to the other side giving it the same attention.

While he was mildly distracted, you took the opportunity to reach down and slide your panties to the side exposing you fully to him, grinding down once more. He popped off, almost breathless looking down between the two of you.

Wasting no time, you raised yourself up, guiding him to your entrance, letting his tip catch slightly looking him in the eye. You both looked a little desperate.

“You sure you want to fuck me, Gator? This dirty, little stripper? You could go back to your girlfriend right now.” The last part came out a little breathy when you sank down a fraction, but it was enough to slightly short circuit your brain.

“Please.” Slipped past his lips so quietly, if you hadn't been looking directly at him you would have missed it.

You watched his eyes roll back, as you began to slide down his aching cock, moans from both of you filled the air. Inch by inch, you took him further than he had imagined anyone could. If you weren't so soaked and horny you knew it would be a stretch for you.

His hands found your waist, grip tight as he dug into your supple flesh as you continued to sink further onto him.

As you neared the base, his girth began splitting you open in the best possible way as you stilled your movements, giving yourself a moment to adjust.

He refused to open his eyes, as good as it felt, he was afraid if he looked at the way your pussy had engulfed him, he'd burst right then and there.

You saw the way he held an almost pained expression. His jaw was slack, breathing heavily, already absolutely wrecked.

Moving your hips back up, removing him almost entirely, cock head staying buried in your tight heat, you swirled your hips slightly before working back down.

“Oh my God! Fuck!” He all but cried out, whimpering when you took him a little deeper this time, halting when his cock all but nudged at your cervix.

“Fuck! You're so deep!” You moaned out, grabbing his hand, pressing it to your lower abdomen. “Bet you can feel yourself in there? Huh?”

“Jesus Christ!” He hissed, finally looking down to where the two of you connected.

“No, just me, Gator.” You laughed, pushing his hand away, as you started bouncing lightly at first. His cock massaging your inner walls with each delicious up and down motion.

The way your walls were sucking him in, constricting around him with each pass he wasn't going to last long. Luckily, neither were you. You'd worked both of yourselves up into a fevered frenzy, ready to combust.

His cock was brushing that spot deep within you as you slowed down your movements. Grinding more than a bounce, the patch of hair at the base of his cock catching your clit with each pass igniting that spark in your lower belly. You closed your eyes, letting the feeling take over.

“You want me to cum all over your cock?” You rushed out, hand snaking up, pulling at the locks at the back of his head.

“Yes! Oh, fuck!” He whined out, not sure where his eyes should land, switching between your blissed out face, bouncing tits and back to where your pussy was staking claim to his dick. He was ruined.

Your moans grew louder as you neared your impending release, no longer able to stifle them as you continued to ride him.

His grip on you getting harsher with each passing second, sure to leave finger shaped bruises behind as he grew more desperate.

You felt that white hot heat pooling in your lower belly, as his cock continued to prod up against that spot along your frontal wall that made you see stars. You worked your pelvis a little more back and forth, feeling it again and again with each grind.

“Ahhh! Fuck! Gator, I'm… I'm…” You couldn't get the words out before you started to come undone. Your cunt clamped down around him, practically strangling his cock as he held tight to you, holding your hips steady as he began to fuck up into your tight heat, working you through your release and chasing his own.

Your fingernails dug into his shoulders, as you continued to moan and writhe atop him, trying not to collapse, as he used you like his own personal fuck toy.

A few more sloppy thrusts and he pulled you down on him, crying out as he practically impaled you on his length. He felt his balls tighten while letting out a guttural moan as his release spilled into your tight channel, a few more weak thrusts and he dropped his hands.

Too spent, you didn't move right away as you both sat there, chests heaving, trying to catch your breath.

“Shit,” you growled, knocking you both from a peaceful afterglow. You were seven minutes over his time and lucky that no one had started looking for you yet.

You peeled yourself away from him, hissing as he slipped out of you and pulled your thong back into place.

“Why the rush darlin’?” He asked, adjusting himself back into his pants and sitting up.

“You're over your paid time with me, Gator. This isn't a fucking hangout. Let's go.” Finding his jacket on the floor and tossing it directly at his chest as you pulled your top back on.

You reached for the handle once he had straightened himself up, throwing his jacket back over his shoulders.

“Hey, wait.” He called out before you turned the knob. “You goin’ back to work?”

“After that?” You snorted at the absurdity of it. If you didn't get to the dressing room, he'd be dripping down your leg. “Hell no, I've made enough tonight. I'm going home.”

“Yeah, that's good.” Nodding his head. “Ya’ need a ride?” Looking at you a little hopeful after what had just transpired.

“Gator Tillman, such a gentleman?” You chuckled. “Look, we don't have to do this. It was just sex, that you practically paid for. I'm not your girlfriend, I'm just a good time.” You winked at him, turning the handle but before you could open the door, he was behind you, arm outstretched above your head, palm pressed heavy into the wood.

You looked back at him, wondering if you'd suddenly said something wrong but that shit eating grin was back as he looked down his nose at you, eyes full of mischief.

“Thought I'd try to be nice, instead of just suggestin’ I could take you somewhere and bend you over the bed of my truck. But ya’ don't seem to like nice.” His words traveling straight to your core.

“Good to see that cocky demeanor is still intact, Tillman, but I told you this was a one time thing.” You smirked, pushing at his chest enough to get the door open and slip out, leaving him a little stunned. He watched you disappear down the hall, sighing as he made his way back to the front to pay the rest of his tab.

Once you made it to the dressing room you didn't bother cleaning up, pulling off your tights and throwing on some shorts and a tank top while haphazardly tossing your belongings back into your bag as you quickly exited the back.

You knew you'd fucked up. That lovesick look in his eye told you everything. You could eat this man alive, and he would smile while letting you. All without knowing your real name.

But it's just a little fun, right? What's a little more? You'd already broken your first rule, why not make the most of it?

Pleased to see you'd made it outside first, you propped yourself up against the wall close to the alley and lit a cigarette watching the front.

He finally stepped out, keys in his hand walking over to his truck. When he turned his back, that's when you finally spoke.

“Hey, Tillman!” He quickly turned; eyes wide as you strode up to him. “You still offering that ride?”

Tagging some mooties that might be interested: @hellfirenacht @thecreelhouse @xxbimbobunnyxx

[wroteclassicaly]

Gator definitely gets off on eating your pussy. Not only lapping up what you give him, but the praises as well.

He’s eager and enthusiastic, a quick learner with your guidance. Mostly your hands tugging that coiffed mane into caramel colored disarray - slick and greasy between your fingers from the gel he layers on top. He ruts his slender hips into the floor, which you permit the poor and pathetic boy to do. He’s uncaring that you don’t shave at times, eagerly inhaling the creamy curls like a wildly starved creature, his nose buried in them, nudging your clit. Learning not to jackhammer your walls with his thick fingers, now that had been a task and a half.

Letting him know that what he’s seen and heard, just because he’s a guy — it doesn’t mean he knows jack shit. And he’s gotten better, to his credit. It’s never reached that point you’d wanted, not until much later.

He was humping himself into your couch cushions, panting and licking at you like he hadn’t eaten in days. His fingers were moving, searching, but when he’d ventured a little farther in, pushed up to scale that thick trigger finger — you’d shot up into an arch that scared his dumbass half to death.

“What?! What the fuck did I do?” Stubble clad face shining with your essence, brown eyes blown to hell, mossy shards laying about in the abyss of the midnight black pupils, he stared, chest heaving in the simple black, tight t-shirt. His uniform attire discarded, with the exception of his pants, boots, and top.

Your answer was to shove his head back down, tugging at the roots, nails clawing at his scalp. Words followed momentarily. “Your finger. Don’t you dare move it, Tillman! Add the other one and curl —“

“Curl? Am I spelling something out, I don’t get it —“ His hand had started to reach for the vape on his tighter fitting pocket, spare set of digits attempting to adjust.

“If you reach for that disgusting ass vape, I swear I will leave you with balls so blue that you’ll lose all ability to function for the rest of the day!” You cut in.

When he’s not occupied with your pussy, of course the idiot wants that gross ass thing. He quickly calmed himself and did as told.

You weren’t aware that he possessed it within him to make your thighs shake or your eyes roll back this much. And as you began to hear the wetness increase between your legs drastically, you smirked and used one hand to drag his spare to your breast, your thighs tightening to hold him and that mouth in place. “I’m gonna fucking soak you.” Was all you got out before one more stretching drag of his fingers over that spot and swipe of his tongue against your clit brought your over the edge, and the translucent liquid spurted from your cunt.

His brown eyes had widened comically, but he regained, following your quick direction not to stop. And that’s when he did something unexpected… by far. He opened his mouth in the direction of your squirt, fucking his hips into the bed in a sloppier, messier direction, hand slapping and squeezing your tit in alternation, fingers not slowing down until you couldn’t take it anymore and you became spent. He came moments later, whining, biting into the meat of your inner thigh, ruining another pair of those Wal-Mart camouflage khakis.

“I thought that only happened in porn? Like a pussy party trick or something.” He’d said, marveling in the after math, blowing a cloud of that acidic fruit in your direction.

You rolled your eyes at his terminology. You didn’t want to let him know you hadn’t ever been able to do it before. After all, he’s still your student.

Yeah, you’re a damn good teacher…

[mimixmunson]

No please I am begging for you to expand on the Gator Tillman headcanon, I will give you my firstborn, a million dollars, anything you want

Hurts so good / Gator Tillman / One shot / Smut <3

CW- smut, hair pulling, degradation, spitting, name calling, p in v, thigh riding, creampie, D/S, pain, blood.

AN- I gotchu anon:,) I hope this is okay!! <3 thank you so so much for your request and taking so much interest in my writing! It means the whole world to me.

“You’re pathetic y’know?” Gator spits out, his words practically impaling your skin. “Look at you, riding my thigh. Since the second I got through the door. Fuckin’ all over me, stupid fuckin’ whore.”

He takes a fist full of your hair, pulling you back from your place in his neck so you can see his face. You can just about whisper out the word “Daddy” before he’s pulling at your hair and biting at your neck so hard, you wince at the thought of the bruises that will decorate your skin in the morning.

“I’m going to fuckin’ ruin you.” He growls, and with a dead pan face he’s eye fucking you before he even lays a finger on your skin. Gator brings his index and middle finger up to your lips, gently tracing them. His touch is featherlight, so painfully soft you’re desperate to feel more. He points to his belt, you know it’s a demand. Hands scrambling to undo his ridiculous sheriff’s belt buckle. “Fuckin’ cock drunk already? Even more of a whore than I thought.” He laughs, that quiet Gator chuckle of his that if you blink you’ll miss. He takes a hit of whatever disgusting flavour he has in that vape and blowing the smoke into your face.

Without warning or any real foreplay, Gator slams inside of you. “Tight fuckin’ hole. Made for me. Made for me to fuck. For me to ruin. I’ll tell you this darlin’ no other motherfucker is gonna have this hole. I’ll make sure of it.” Spitting on his cock before pounding into you again. He mutters, “don’t you fuckin’ dare move. For the same reason you don’t get to go on top. I fuck this whole for my pleasure, not yours. Pathetic little slut.”

He drags his nails into your back harshly, marking up his property. Gator takes your hands from beneath you, holding them behind your scratched up back. Your mobility taken away by that small act of dominance, your face has no choice but to be smothered into the bed sheets.

“There ya go, just fucking take it. Quit ya whining. I know m’ big but you just gotta be a good lil cocksleeve for me.” Pulling your hair backwards, contorting your body so he has access to your face. His wrist swings and you feel the familiar sting of his right hand burning against your face.

“Count with me now.” He spits once more, aiming for his cock but it reaches your back. The spit surrounding the fresh scratches that have begun to bleed. It stings but that’s the last thing you’re worried about.

He slaps your flushed cheek once more. “Two.” You manage whimper, your voice somewhat lost in the scene. “Three” .. “Four”… “Five”…

The pool between your thighs feels warmer, the overly familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach rises. You’re so close, your orgasm building becoming more and more intense by the second. You scream to Gator, signalling that you’re about to come undone on his cock. He takes a handful of your ass and squeezes, digging his calloused fingers into your skin, crescent marks left as decoration.

“Fuckin’ the moans out of you huh?” He teases, he’s not wrong though. The sounds pouring out of your mouth are ungodly and animalistic. You come undone, saliva dribbling from your mouth onto the pillow. Your cum drooling down your thighs. He doesn’t stop. He knows you’re overstimulated from the release.

“Gonna fuck you through the aftershocks. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Whore.”

He flips you over, fucking you in missionary.

He grunts, bending forward to grope your tits. Twisting your rosebuds in his fingertips, he spits on them caressing them before yanking at them once more.

He thrusts into you once more, spurting hot ropes of cum deep inside you. “Fuckin’ dirty whore, letting me do whatever I want to you. God I’d be embarrassed to be your father.”

Pulling out of you to spank your sensitive clit with his tip before easing up on you. “S’all good now baby. I got you.” Gator collapses on the bed beside you, pulling you into his chest. Reaching out for his vape, “so good for m’ princess” he praises and kisses your forehead and wiping the sweat from his.

“Wanna hit?” He offers you his vape, to which you aggressively decline. “Gross.” You laugh and shake your head.

“You’re gross” he repeats, brushing your hair away from your face, planting a kiss your cheek. “You’re the grossest girl ever, my grossest girl.”

[dckweed]

THE NEXT THING YOU KNOW, gator tillman

k babes, im working hard on the next up coming parts but i was curious to know if someone wanted to maybe beta read some spicy scenes for me, and possibly help if i have writers block or not sure if a scene sounds good? if you're 18+ then please feel free to pm me!

[jaebeomsbitch]

His movements become more frantic, fucking into you so hard that the bed creaks under the strain. And when he feels your pussy clench around him tightly, signaling your impending release, he throws back his head with a groan of satisfaction as he cums deep inside your womb.

Collapsing on top of you, his heavy breathing mingling with yours, he plants a series of lazy kisses along your jawline before murmuring, "God, I love fucking you."

[sadhours]

scumbag blues • new fang

gator tillman x f!oc

previous chapter • masterlist

cw: 18+ minors dni, slightly creepy gator, gator pressuring a girl, violence

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Faye is too much of what Roy wants for Gator. Wife material. A good Christian girl with fluffy natural blonde curls and a modest wardrobe. A shy, submissive demeanor and not a lick of excitement. She wears a simple, delicate cross necklace and tells Gator her bible verse of the day. Hounds him about vaping but not in the way Daisy does. No, Daisy tells him she’d rather he smoked cigarettes while Faye tells him vaping is just as harmful as smoking cigarettes. He doesn’t mention he chews on occasion.

He’s backed up, it’s been like two whole fucking weeks of Daisy claiming she’s busy whenever he hits her up. Gator’s hand just isn’t as satisfying as her. He’s getting desperate for pussy. Embarrassingly so. Tells himself in the mirror how weak he is for relying on a woman to satisfy him. So Gator devises a plan. He needs something so he suggests taking Faye to the drive in for their date.

He couldn’t care less about the movie she picks. Figures this is what worked for his high school buddies and would’ve worked for him if Roy hadn’t hammered in the whole pureness of marriage and saving himself for his wife. But Gator became desperate by the age of eighteen and he heard the rumors of what Daisy offered. Couldn’t help himself. Sick and tired of being a virgin while none of his peers were. And hell, he’d been crushing on Daisy since middle school when she sprouted a pair of tits. It’s her fault for making it as easy as $200. Then he became hooked, working extra hard for money just to hand it over to the pretty blonde with the golden prize between her legs. Gator’s ashamed to admit he’s only been with Daisy. Discovering kinks through porn and bringing them up to her with the promise of an extra handful of cash. She never turned him down and it’s in turn, accumulated into this obsession with her. Any sick little thing he could think up, Daisy would just shrug and say to give it a try. Only stopped him a handful of times, admitting it truly was difficult to pretend she wasn’t willing and it got a little too real to a few experiences she’d had in her uh, career.

Faye’s focused on the movie while Gator’s thoughts have his dick suddenly aching. He needs to stop thinking of Daisy but it’s real hard when Faye’s basically just a boring, less pretty version of her. If Daisy were in the truck, she’d already have her hand shoved down his pants. Maybe he’s an asshole because that’s all he’s really after but he’s a man, he has needs and fuck it, he can repent for his sins on his deathbed.

“You ever have a boyfriend?” he asks Faye out of the blue, drawing her eyes to him but they look offended.

“I’ve been courted before,” she answers in that Minnesota accent, sweet but a little annoying on his ears. Gator’s trying to like it. It’s not working well.

He nods, “You look nice tonight.”

“Thank ya,” she blushes, averting her eyes back to the screen as she tucks her hair behind her ear. Gator leans over the center console, pretends he’s offering her some popcorn but really, it’s an excuse to get close to her. Get his lips close to her neck. Presses them to the soft skin and Faye gasps, jerks away.

“Gator,” she warns.

“What? Your suitors never kissed ya there before?” he challenges, raising his brows.

“No,” she shakes her head, clutching her dumb cross necklace, “That’s a sin, Gator.”

Gator tilts his head, smirks something wicked when he says, “No, premarital sex is the sin, darlin’. Bible says nothing about foreplay.”

“It causes temptation,” she breathes, eyes darting everywhere except Gator’s face. “Temptation is sinful.”

“Me kissing your neck caused you temptation?” he bites his lip, “That mean it felt good?”

She doesn’t answer him, looks up at the ceiling and swallows hard. Gator trails his lips against her neck again, kisses the skin gently before drawing his tongue against it. Faye’s eyes close tightly, her thighs squeeze together and Gator recognizes the signs, knows she likes it so he sucks gently and Faye lets out a strangled moan. Her hand flying up to her mouth while she looks at him all wide eyed. He grins at her wolfishly, “That a yes?”

“Take me home,” she breathes out, face flushed wildly.

Gator frowns, pulling himself away from the center console and back in the seat of the truck. Turns the keys in the ignition and peels out of the drive in. The drive to her apartment is silent. Faye turns her body towards the passenger door, gazing out the window with her hand still over her mouth.

“Thank you for taking me out,” Faye whispers, but it sounds like she thinks she has to say it and not that she means it. She hops out, slamming the door behind her and hurries to the front doors.

Gator bites the inside of his lip, meets his own hardened gaze in the rearview mirror. Slams his fists against the steering wheel a couple of times but it don’t do shit to quell the anger in his veins. Weak. So weak for fucking pussy, bro. Pathetic. He’s a pathetic fucking loser. Tells himself that in the mirror and hears his dads voice. Punches the dash and breathes heavily, looks out to the road. The inn is two blocks away.

He grabs his phone, types a quick text to Daisy and tosses his phone on the passenger seat before shifting into drive and flipping a bitch in the middle of the road, heads in the direction of Daisy.

Omw to fuck your throat. Clear ur schedule.

There’s a shitty sedan that doesn’t belong to Earl in front of the Inn. Gator doesn’t care. He parks an inch behind it. Has the inclination to slam into it but his dad would kill him. He stomps up the stairs to the Inn. The doors locked. It’s after hours. Gator knew it would be locked. He rings the bell. Waits a beat and no one answers.

“Fuckin’ bitch,” he seethes, jamming his finger into the bell again. Peers inside, keeping his digit to the button so the bell doesn’t stop ringing.

Then, down the stairs, Daisy. Her hairs a mess, she’s got a satin pink robe wrapped around her and Gator recognizes the swell to her lips. Knows she’s been sucking someone else’s cock. He repeatedly presses the bell, hearing its repetitive chime through the door. Makes eye contact with Daisy through the glass and she looks pissed. Fucking hot but pissed. She swings the door open and Gator pushes his way passed her.

“Did you get my text?”

Daisy looks at him incredulously, scoffs as she looks him up and down and then she smiles, all cocky and condescending as she observes his clothes. Slacks, Patagonia fleece and Converse instead of his combat boots. She knows he was on a date.

“I’m a little preoccupied, Gator. Don’t need to remind you I’m running a business out of here,” she replies.

“A business I could lock ya up for,” he mumbles, grabbing her wrist and tugging it away from where she’s holding the robe shut. It unravels open, exposing Daisy’s naked body to him. His eyes fall to her round breasts, skate down her flat stomach to her pussy and then her full thighs. He tugs her close, faces an inch apart as he gazes down at her.

“And I’d tell the judge how you’re begging for a piece every goddamn day,” she seethes back at him, ripping her wrist away and covering herself back up. “Leave, Gator. Now.”

“No,” he tuts, “I came here for a reason, I’m getting it.”

“Get in fucking line,” she furrows her brows, “You’re not the only wallet with a dick in Stark County and you sure as hell ain’t the only one with power.”

“Daisy,” he laughs, “Cut the bullshit. I know you need it just as bad. Besides, you’re a whore, I’ll give you more money than whatever that chumps paying. And you’d be a bad hooker to turn that down.”

Daisy scowls at him, it’s weird on her face. Not something Gator’s seen before. She opens the door wide, grabs hold of his fleece and shoves him out of it, stronger than she looks. Gator’s face contorts, looking down at her shocked.

“You’re banned. Black listed. You can’t come here anymore, you can’t have me ever again, even if you offered me a million fucking bucks! Get lost, you fucking pathetic loser,” Daisy screams at him, spits on him for good measure before she slams the door in his face. She shuts off the lights so Gator can’t see inside. And he’s a little stunned. Face inches away from the thick wood of the door, winds his fist up and punches against the double paned glass of it. Shatters the outer pane and yells, some insult for Daisy he doesn’t fully think before it’s out of his mouth.

He walks back to the truck, fuming. Opens the back door and pulls out his rifle, rounds back to the beat up sedan belonging to whatever sad sap is getting Daisy’s pussy tonight. Winds up the back of the rifle and smashes each and every fucking window. Kicks the door to try and relieve some anger, it doesn’t fucking work. He’s still boiling with it as he climbs back into the truck, takes his sorry ass to the Esquire Club where he’ll drink himself sick. Can’t go home like this. Doesn’t know what he’ll do, alone with the words Daisy spat at him tainting his mind.

[plentyoffandoms]

Gator Tillman x f/Reader (18+)

Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous TV Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Attempted kidnapping. Oral (m receiving) Anal. Unprotected sex. Derogatory name (whore, slut) cum swallowing.

Gifs & Photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @loserboygator 2nd & 4th gifs @gatorstillman 3rd gif @decidemp3

WC: 4025

Summary: Roy has tasked Gator with kidnapping his rival's daughter. Once Gator has her, he soon finds out she will do anything to get back at her controlling, even if that means sleeping with his rival's son.

"Now you know what you to do?" My father asked me while giving me a stern look, waiting for me to speak. He is probably already assuming that I will mess up and disappoint him once more.

But not this time.

I will show him that I will not fail.

"Yes. We know exactly what time him and his wife will be leaving. We wait ten minutes because we know his wife always leaves something at home. I know his daughters bedroom is on the second floor, in the back left-hand corner of the house."

I had to stop and think, but I continued once the rest came to me.

"We know where all the cameras are, and we know that once we are inside, the code to turn off the cameras. Keep our faces covered. No speaking unless we have to. Change the tone of our voice if we do speak, and no real names. Only code names."

I waited with baited breath to see if I missed anything, but my Dad just gave me a hard stare and nodded his in head approval. I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding.

"Do not mess this up, Gator."

"I won't," and I could see it in his eyes that he doesn't believe me.

The plan was all set. It was Thursday night. Date night for my Dad's s rival and his wife. The two of them always head out for the night for dinner and a movie in the next county.

My crew and I pulled up to the side of the road, in two separate cars that we came in, killing the lights.

I looked at the time and saw that it was eight minutes after 6 and that they would soon be leaving for the second time.

I didn't talk to anyone as I watched for the headlights to appear on their long driveway.

It was dark as hell, and their house was the only one for miles. I just know that he will be turning right to head out of the county, and I watched with a smirk on my face as he did exactly what I thought he would do.

They will be gone for hours, and his precious daughter will be home all alone. I know his daughter well enough. We went to school together all our lives but ran in different circles.

But one thing hasn't changed, and that is how protective her father is of her. She was never allowed to join any after-school activities. Had to go home after school, and if there were any group projects, they had to be done at her place.

I remember her once complaining to a friend of hers about wanting to be a cheerleader, but her father told her that 'no daughter of mine will be seen with any football players.'

But did that stop her from enjoying herself during what was considered school hours?

No, it did not.

When she had a spare, you would find his precious daughter under the football bleachers, with some guy, either making out or blowing him. I remember one rumour where it was said she fucked Allan Bennett under there.

I don't know how none of this didn't get back to her father. Everyone probably felt sorry for her as she was basically under house arrest the moment that school bell rang, signalling for us that it was end of day.

I didn't turn on my headlights, not wanting to give her any warning that someone was coming up the driveway.

We drove slow and parked just halfway up the driveway.

Two of us were going in, while two stayed in the car for a quick getaway. I know it is just her in the house. No other person or animal.

The lights in the front rooms of the house were turned off, but I know she is in her room. Her little safe place away from her overbearing father and her flighty mother, who kept herself buzzed with medication and wine.

The masks were on before we got out of the cars.

"Don't fuck this up." Was all I said before we walked straight to the front door. I kept look out as I waited for the door to open. Once I heard the click, I all but pushed him aside and walked slowly through the household.

It hasn't changed since the only time I was here. There was a reason why I knew where exactly her room was.

During our senior year, we had a history project that we had to work on, and I needed a good grade to pass. I was over here every day for four days straight until I stayed past the 6 PM. Her Dad practically threw me out the door the moment he realised I was Roy Tillman's son.

I don't know much of their rivalry, just that it goes back to high school. My Dad beating him out of everything and even being elected sheriff.

But this time around, the two of them were neck and neck with the next election, and there was no way that Roy Tillman was going to lose to a man who would undo everything he had done over his many terms as sheriff.

I found the security system and quickly punched in the code, smirking behind the mask at the fact that I only guessed that the code was her birthday.

I signalled to follow behind me as I headed towards the staircase. The two of us walked slowly up the stairs. I was listening for any signs that she would be heading this way, but I could only hear music coming from her room.

The music was so loud that she didn't even hear me open the door to her room, but she wasn't even paying attention.

She was lying on her back, on her bed, which was still pushed into the corner of the room, her phone above her face.

I took note of what she was wearing, and I felt my dick twitch in my pants. She was wearing the tiniest shorts possible and a long t-shirt that was bunched under her tits.

I shook my head, knowing I had to focus on the task at hand. I pointed to the end of the bed, and my partner walked to the end of the bed.

That is when she noticed that she wasn't alone. Her phone dropped on her face as she screamed.

She tried to run, but she ran straight into my chest as I pushed her back onto her bed.

I grabbed her wrists in my hands as she tried to kick me. My partner took the zip ties and put one around her ankle and another around her wrists.

She was screaming and fighting us the whole entire time. I went to cover her mouth, but she spit at me. I couldn't help but laugh behind the mask as I gripped her cheeks and put duct tape over her mouth.

The last thing I saw before putting a sleeping mask over her eyes was her glaring at me.

I carried her down the stairs and out the front doors, knowing we didn't have much time until her parents came home. Knowing her father has checked the security cameras and seen that they have been turned off.

I placed her in the trunk of my car, her still screaming behind the mask the whole entire time.

I just chuckled as I closed the lid on her, still screaming.

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The two cars sped through the hills towards my family's cabin that hasn't been used in years, but I knew this was the best spot to keep her.

We finally stopped in front of the cabin. I came up here a week ago and cleaned the place as it was covered in dust and to get rid of any bugs.

Now it was safe to talk, but I still wasn't going to, which I made it quit clear when I told them this plan.

I opened the trunk, and she didn't fight this time. She was slack over my shoulder as I carried into the cabin.

I placed her on the couch and removed the sleeping mask, and I watched as she blinked a few times, trying to get used to the light once more.

Her focus turned to me, and her eyes narrowed. I could see her lips moving behind the duct tape, and I was wondering what she was saying.

So I decided to rip it off, and she let out a little cry.

She then spit at my feet and turned her glare back towards my face, which was still behind the mask.

"Fuck you, Gator."

Good thing the mask was still on my face because I was shocked that she knew it was me.

"Suprised that I know it is you? You are the only one who in this godforsaken county that wears that much gel in their hair and styles it like that."

I turned to look at the other three and nodded my head to have them follow me outside.

Once the door was closed, I pulled up the mask, and the others followed.

"Go home. She doesn't need to know who you three are."

"Gator, are you sure?"

"Yes. Go. Change the plates like we planned. I can handle her from here."

I saw the three of them look at each other, knowing if that I mess up, they will have to deal with one pissed off Roy.

"I said go." I was starting to get pissed off. Here, I am trying to protect their asses, and they are refusing to leave.

"Look, I will check in with Roy later. He doesn't expect to hear from any of you. Change the plates before you go, and leave one here for me." I turned and walked back into the cabin, slamming the door behind me and locking it.

I sat across from her, and the two of us just looked at one another, not saying a word. I rubbed my hands up and down my thighs, and I saw that she looked down at the movement and then back into my eyes.

"So, did your Daddy put you up to this?" My dick twitched at the way she said, Daddy. "I can only imagine so. I mean, of all the elections, my father is close to beating Roy for once, and I bet your Daddy is scared."

"He isn't scared darlin'." I said much too quickly, letting her know I was lying.

"Oh Gator, the little boy who would do anything for his Daddy's praise, but to only ever end up being a disappointment."

I saw red as I jumped out of the chair and wrapped my still gloved hand around her throat and squeezed.

"Shut your fucking mouth. You have no idea what you are talking about." I didn't notice at the time that her breathing picked up, and she closed her eyes slightly and moaned softly.

"Did I hit a nerve?" She questioned as I let go of her throat and took a step back, glaring down at her.

"You know Gator, you could have just asked me to help you."

"The perfect daughter?" I scoffed as I flopped back into the chair that was across from her.

"You mean the controlled daughter. The daughter who still has a curfew at my age. I still need permission to hang out with friends, go to the movies. You saw how it was for me growing up, and it is worse now."

"What are you saying?" I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering where she was going with all of this.

"I will do anything to get back at my father, and by proxy, my mother, who let's him control me."

"Anything? Why got some dirt on your old man that you can give me?"

Now it was her turn to scoff and chuckle at me. "Him? No, he doesn't even jay-walk. Does the speed limit, doesn't do any illegal drugs, and has no mistresses."

"Then what are you getting at?"

I watched as she bit her lip and looked me up and down. "The only thing he cares about is his image. That is why he has me on such a short leash, and is so controlling. Imagine if word gets out that I, his perfect daughter, ended up sleeping with his rival's son. He would drop out of the election, leaving your father the winner once more."

"And what makes you think I would sleep with you?"

"Oh Gator, I see the way you look at me. Even as teens. Even when I see you at the diner, or when I seem to see you when I am shopping."

She has got me there. Even now, the thought of her willing to sleep with me has me squirming around in my seat, just like I would have done if I was a teenager.

"How will he know you slept with me?"

"Record it."

"You ready?" I asked her, as I looked down at her. She was on her knees and looking up at me. Her wrists were still ziptied, at her request. "More than anything, Gator." She softly said. The way she said my name had a shiver go up my spine.

I pressed the record button on my phone, which I had placed on the table, not far from us. There was no turning back now. I placed my thumb on her bottom lip, and she wrapped her tongue around it and started to suck on it.

"Can't wait to feel your tongue and mouth on my cock." My cock is so hard, and it as has been ever since she suggested fucking me and recording it.

With a loud pop, she let go of my thumb, and I placed the thumb under her chin as I undid my belt and pulled down my pants with her help.

My cock was already leaking as it slapped against my stomach. I gripped my cock with my hand, and jerked it a few times. She stuck her tongue out and I placed the head of my cock on her tongue.

Her eyes closed as she wrapped her lips around the tip, and I had to force myself to keep my eyes open, as I didn't want to miss a single moment of my cock disappearing down her throat. I know she can deep throat. That is all I heard in high school.

My breathing picked up as she slowly took me inch by inch in her mouth and down her throat until her nose was resting in pubic hair.

I gripped the back of her head and held it in place. "Gonna fuck your face darlin'."

I pulled my hips back slightly and then thrust back into her mouth, increasing my speed and pace until I was using her mouth like my own personal flesh light. She had tears streaming down her face, and I decided to give her a break.

I pulled all the way out, and she took a deep breath as soon as she could, but to my suprise, she placed my cock in her mouth and took me completely down her throat once more.

"Oh, you want to be treated like a fuckin' whore huh? Alright." I gripped the back of her head once more. I fucked her mouth for who knows how long. She had spit dripping out of the sides of her mouth, onto her chin and tits.

I pulled out once more, and she was gasping for air, but I didn't pay any mind to that. I gripped her still bound wrists and pulled her up, reaching for the phone and bringing it to her face, wrapping my hand around her throat.

"Say hi to your Daddy." I sneered.

"Hi Daddy." She squeaked.

"You see how much of a little whore your precious daughter is? She just had a Tillman's cock down her throat."

I placed the phone back in position. I sat on the couch and pulled her along with me, making her face the other way so her back was against my chest.

She sat down in my lap, and I spread her legs as far as they could go. Wanting him to see what I am going to do to his precious daughter.

I reached down and started rub her pussy and her clit. She was already soaked. With my other hand, I shoved two fingers inside her tight pussy, swearing at the feeling of her pussy already trying to choke my fingers.

"Pussy so tight, how is my cock going to fit huh?" She didn't say anything as I was moving my fingers in and out of her pussy and rubbing her clit. I stopped running her clit and pulled my fingers out of her pussy.

"What the fuck Gator? I was so," She let out a cry as I slapped her pussy, making her try to close her legs. "You are not the one in charge here. I am. Now me a good girl, and open your mouth."

Her mouth dropped before my sentence was even finished. I shoved the two fingers that were in her pussy, in her mouth and commended she suck, which she did.

"Good girl." I praised as I pulled my fingers from her mouth. I wrapped my arm around her waist and lifted her while my other hand held my cock steady, as I rubbed it against her pussy, making sure that I get it nice and wet.

The moment the tip was engulfed by her warm and tight pussy, I let out a loud moan, as did she. "That's it." I said as she slowly took me inside of her. "I know, darlin', it is too big for your little pussy."

She kept gasping my name as she sunk down on me, now my cock is buried deep in her pussy and we are getting this all on camera. I can only imagine what she looks like as I spread her legs wide.

"Now enjoy the ride, and don't forget to scream my name." I put my arms under her legs and started to pound up into her.

Her head flung back against my shoulder as she cried out my name. "Look at me." I snarled, and she turned her head to look up at me. Her eyes half closed due to the pleasure.

"Who owns this pussy?" I asked loudly, making sure the camera caught what I was saying.

"You do." She replied, but that wasn't good enough for me. I stood up and walked us over to the table, never once leaving her pussy.

I pushed her face forward onto the table and gripped her hip, while my other hand pulled her head back to have her look into the camera.

"I will ask you again, who owns this pussy?"

"Gator." She cried out as she moved her hips, trying to get some type of friction instead of just warming my cock.

"Do not test me. Who. Owns. This. Pussy?" Each word was followed by a hard thrust.

"Fuck! Gator Tillman does. Oh fuck, Gator Tillman." She sobbed out.

"Good girl." Was all she got from me as I pounded into her pussy. My pace was brutal as I fucked her. She screamed out my full name as she came. I almost followed behind her, but I wasn't ready to stop this.

I finally let go of her head to wrap my arm around her waist and pulled her back against my chest. The only sounds in the room are her mumbling my name and my cock going in and out of her pussy.

"Should I fuck your ass too? Let your father know who your real Daddy is?" Her pussy seemed to get tighter, if that was possible around my cock.

I pulled out of her pussy and pushed her forward, once again across the table.

I grabbed the phone and held it in one hand while I placed my cock at the entrance. She instantly relaxed as I pushed forward, getting the tip in first and then slowly thrusting in and out of her ass, all the while, having the phone record all of this.

"Shit." I growled.

"Gator." Was the only thing falling from her lips.

"To fuckin' cock drunk, aren't ya? Like me fucking your holes. Maybe I should keep you, have you dripping with my cum all day every day."

"Please." She has no idea what she is saying please too.

I needed to see her face. Without missing a beat, I pulled her back against my chest once more and looked into the mirror.

Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes half closed. Gripping my arm that was across her chest with her still binded hands.

I brought the camera up, so it was pointed at the mirror. "You're gonna drop from this election. If not, I will make a copy and send it to everybody you know."

"Hold the phone." I told her. I could still see that it was pointing where I wanted it to be. I snaked my hand down her body, all the while still fucking her ass.

I started to rub her clit, making her scream out my name once more. The only thought she had in this state was me and me alone.

"You don't want them to see Roy Tillman's son fuck her face, or sink his cock in her ass."

"Who is making you feel good, baby?"

"Gator Tillman." She moaned. She was close. I could tell.

"Who are you going to cum for?"

"Gator Tillman." I rubbed a bit harder.

Her lower half was shaking. Between me being balls deep in her ass, my fingers rubbing her clit, it was all too much.

"Which family are fuckin' winners?" I snarled just as she came.

"The Tillman's. Oh my, fuck, GATOR." She screamed my name as she came, dropping the phone on the table, but I didn't care.

I fucked her ass through her orgasm, but it all became too much.

With a loud groan, I stilled and came deep in her ass, moaning her name. She gasped my name as she felt me fill her hole with my cum.

I pulled out of her abused hole and moaned at my spend, dripping from her ass onto the floor. I gripped the phone quickly and pointed it at her ass.

"See that." I moved the camera to my face. "You don't want your friends to see your precious daughter for who she really is. Drop out."

I turned off the camera and threw my phone back onto the table.

"Fuck, Gator. Can we take these off?" She asked about her wrists. I cut them off.

"Now, I just got to edit it, and cut out some bits." I said.

The next day, I placed the DVD into the mailbox, addressed to her dad. I know he was panicking, but he had no one to call.

The sheriff's office isn't going to help him, and he knows that. Her father isn't a stupid man, and he knows that Roy is behind this.

Not even an hour later, I got a text from my Dad saying that her father dropped out of the election.

"Seems he has seen it. Dropped out of the election." I said as her mouth moved up and down my cock.

"That's great." She said as she pulled her mouth off my cock.

"I didn't say stop." I snarled, pushing her head down to take me back into her mouth.

A few moments later, I was groaning her name as I came, her swallowing as fast as possible not to waste a single drop.

The phone went off again, and I read the message from an unknown number. "Keep her." I read it out loud.

"I just might."

She knew at that moment that she went from being controlled by her father to now being controlled by me.

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Badge Bunny Part V

Masterlist Here!

Summary: It all comes to a head with Roy. Will Gator let the sins off his past dictate his future or will he be the better man that he knows you deserve?

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

CW: Reader is referred to as "Bunny" or "Bun". Minimal use of Y/N. Canon type violence. Gun use. Gator is wounded - no graphic detail. Mild angst. Smut! Unprotected P in V. Creampie.

WC: 8.7K

“Something's going down at the ranch. I think Roy's finally lost his goddamn mind. Feds are headed over there.” Andy rushed out, breathless as if he'd run all the way here, face a little bloodied and bruised. He was still in uniform, though it was dirty and disheveled, sans his duty belt.

“Gator?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, gaze falling to the floor.

“He's been there all morning.”

“What's going on? And don't lie to me Andy.” Pushing your finger roughly into his chest.

“I want the full story. Not some half-truth bullshit.” Tired of sitting in the dark, you needed some answers.

You took him to the back so you could talk in private without the whole bar hearing about the sorted affair. They would all know soon enough. Small town gossip spreads like wildfire, especially if it involves the Tillman family in any way.

Roy had the entire ranch on lockdown. He'd somehow gotten wind of a traitor in his midst that was feeding information to the FBI.

Andy was an immediate suspect. After the entire incident with your kidnapping and sending those blood samples off despite Roy telling him not to, it had earned him a spot at the top of the man's shit list.

“They had me tied up in one of the sheds. If it weren't for Gator, I…” he swallowed thickly, as if he were reliving it all once again. “I don't know what Roy would have done. He showed me some tunnel on the back of the property. Helped me escape. I flagged down a car once I made it to the main road and had them bring me here.”

“Oh my God, Andy! Why didn't he come with you? What the fuck is he doing?” You groaned, swearing then and there if he made it out of this shit alive you were going to kill him.

“He told me to place a call to the feds and made me promise to make sure you stayed put. There's nothing else we can do.”

You stopped pacing back and forth looking at him with a dumbstruck expression.

“What? So, you are working with them?” Trying to wrap your head around everything that he was trying to tell you.

“No, Y/N. Gator is!”

Not even Roy could have seen it coming. Everyone pegged Gator as the Sheriff's idiot son. A fuck up so blinded by getting his father's approval that no one thought for a second he could have been the informant.

If Roy asked him to jump, he'd ask him how high but that all started to change a little over a year prior.

There was only one thing that would make him flip on the old man in a heartbeat.

You.

He'd asked you to trust him. Told you whatever happened it was for the best. Now you truly saw why. He was taking Roy down. It was his way out.

“Andy, how am I supposed to stay put when you know what Roy is capable of? If he even thinks for a second that it's Gator…” You trailed off. Taking a seat at the edge of Henry's desk to let the weight of it all sink in.

“I think he's got this. There's nothing else for Roy to do but surrender.” He tried to reassure you with a half-smile but you saw right through it.

You sighed, standing back up.

“Let me clean that cut up for you. It's the least I can do. You're a good friend to me and Gator.” You grabbed the first aid kit and went to work. It was deeper than you thought, probably needed a stitch or two but he was dead set on keeping the both of you here.

After Gator helped Andy find the underground passage, he made his way back to the main house where he knew Roy would be waiting.

He took a deep breath before entering. Knowing his part, he has to play it cool just until the feds get there. He gave Andy strict instructions to let them know what they were going to be up against.

The kitchen was left in shambles. Roy told Karen and the girls to leave before they finished breakfast. At least he seemed to care enough to spare them from some of what he had planned that day.

From that point on it had been madness. He'd called in what was essentially his calvary. A lot of armed idiots that had no business holding a gun.

Somehow, he'd gotten word the FBI was coming to raid him. Gator was still unsure of where it actually came from, but he knew Roy had friends in high places.

He wandered down the small hall that led to the back of the house where Roy's office was, the door sitting ajar.

He didn't bother knocking, pushing it further open and taking a step forward. Roy's eyes shot up as soon as the door opened.

“Gator, what are you doing here? I told you to watch the goddamn shed with Bowman.” He hissed out.

“Yeah, uh… Andy and Bowman are both gone. Shed's empty.” His gaze fell to the floor briefly before looking back to Roy.

“Gone? Both of them?” His face flashing confusion.

“Yup. Suppose Bowman moved him? Ya’ give him the order to execute or somethin’?” He asked, trying to draw his suspicion.

“Fuck.” He gritted out between clenched teeth getting up and coming around his desk. “I didn't give any kind of order. Get your ass out there. Tell everyone to start looking for them.”

“Yeah, course.” Gator turned, making his way back down the hall and out to the porch telling the rest of the guys to start looking.

He was sure it had given Andy enough time to get to the highway. No one knew about that escape hatch except himself, Roy and the other being Bowman, who was currently unconscious and tied up in said escape tunnel.

He set about pretending to help look for the two missing men hearing the sirens in the distance, breathing a small sigh of relief. It would all be over soon.

As Roy stepped out onto the porch, pulling his hat down tight upon his head the caravan of black SUVs made their way down the highway stopping at the front gate.

He had the entrance blocked by his armed cohorts.

“Well, here we go.” He said, looking over to Gator with a sinister smirk.

“Dad,” he said, sounding more like a frightened boy than the man he was trying to be, as Roy turned back to look at him. “No one has to get hurt. Ya’ could just… just give yourself up.”

“Give myself up? You do realize you're going to prison too, right? It's not just me going down at the end of all this.” He fixed him with a glare before turning and mounting his mare. “Shut the hell up and find those two idiots.”

He nodded, biting his lip as he watched him mosey toward them, taking a leisurely pace as if he was unbothered by the entire scene. Roy seemed to see it as more of a nuisance than any kind of real threat.

He couldn't tell what was being said, so he made himself scarce trying to bide his time.

The feds already had a plan in motion. Gator told them about the hatch and tunnels that would lead them to the back of the property. It would be easy access and they could take everyone from behind while they were still occupied with the front gates. They knew once they had Roy the rest would give up without their so-called fearless leader.

Gator made his way to the back of the property, meeting about 10 men dressed in SWAT gear along with FBI Agent Joaquin.

“He's in his office, but ugh… y’guys mind if I have a word with him before ya’ barge in there?” He asked.

“I think we can spare a few minutes. I can give you head start but if bullets start flying, hit the deck.” He waved Gator off turning back toward his team ready to give their orders.

He made his way back to the house, hitting his vape trying to steel his nerves.

This time the door was shut, so he quickly rapped his knuckles against the smooth wood.

“Yeah?” Roy grunted, as Gator popped into view.

“Son, what the hell is it this time?” He was exasperated dealing with him for the day.

“I need to talk to you. Man to man.” He stated, coming to stand in front of his desk. Roy finally looked from the window to face him.

“Well, spit it out.” He hissed.

“The feds are on their way, already on the ranch. Thought it would be better to hear it from me.” Roy watched him intently but stayed silent letting him continue.

“If you had just left her alone.” He looked him dead in the eye as he spoke. “You tried to take away the one thing that matters most to me.”

Roy had gravely miscalculated just how much you'd meant to his son. He saw you as nothing more than a bump in the road assuming that Gator would eventually get bored of his new, shiny plaything.

He was losing that grip on him little by little thinking his only way to get it back was to get rid of you.

The kidnapping had gone according to plan, just like Roy intended, until it didn't. Those idiots he'd hired had gotten greedy. Threatened to let you go if they didn't get more money but before he could take matters into his own hands Gator had found you.

The FBI had reached out months prior, it was only after that stunt that he finally placed the call that set everything into motion.

“So, that's it then? Turn your own father in over what? Some fuckin' whore. I should have fuckin’ killed you a long time ago. You're nothing but a sniveling worm. I'm ashamed to even call you my son.” He was seeing red, reaching for his gun.

Gator grabbed his own, before Roy had the chance to flinch. His words had no effect on him. He'd all but given up hope of ever winning his father's affections and praise. He didn't care anymore. He had you.

“Don't.” He aimed right at Roy's chest, finger on the trigger. He never wanted it to end this way.

Shouting down the hall pulled Gator's attention for a split second, as his eyes drifted from their target giving Roy enough time to get his hand around his own pistol.

Two shots rang out as the swat team swarmed the house.

“So, what should we do? How much longer do we just sit and wait?” You'd finally asked after thirty more agonizing minutes. You'd both made it back out to the bar, taking a booth in the corner.

Your knee was bouncing, unable to keep from chewing your nails and looking out the window every few seconds.

“He wants you to stay put. So, we'll stay put.” Taking another sip of his soda, watching you over the glass. “Don't even think about it.”

“What? I wasn't thinking about anything.” The way you glanced at your keys sitting next to you told him otherwise.

“Y/N.” He warned, with a glare.

“Fuck, fine.” You crossed your arms, continuing to look out the window with a huff. “I'm going to get a drink. You want a refill?” Asking as you got up.

You had your back toward the door when an SUV peeled into the parking lot. A woman with short, dark hair got out and made her way into the door.

“I'm looking for a Miss Y/L/N.” She announced, looking around the near desolate place as she removed her sunglasses.

You whipped around.

“Um, that's me.” Voice coming out meek. You knew she had to be FBI. You suddenly felt sick, preparing for the worst.

“I'm Agent Meyers. We need you to come with us please.” Her curt tone left no room for arguing as your eyes cut over to Andy. He got up and met you both.

“I'm Deputy Andy Tate. I'm the one that called you guys. You mind if I tag along?” He didn't want to let you out of his sight, even if they were supposed to be the good guys.

She looked him up and down before nodding.

“Sure, follow me.”

-

Agent Meyers wasn't much for small talk. She had explained you were needed but didn't go into detail. Apparently, it was a need-to-know basis, and you didn't need to know.

Your stomach was in knots as you watched the world pass by outside. Andy tried to soothe you, telling you it would all be okay, but every doubt was swirling within you.

As you pulled up to that familiar gate and picture-perfect farmhouse that was anything but, you saw they had people lined up and handcuffed on their knees against the fence.

They'd managed to round up and arrest everyone. As predicted, when they found out Roy was done, they all gave up without a fight.

There were two ambulances, one pulling off as you all pulled in the other parked directly in front of the house.

“Where is he?” You anxiously asked.

“He'll be over there.” You opened the door and shot out running before they had the chance to come to a stop.

“Hey!” Meyers yelled, but you didn't hesitate. You needed to see him. Needed to make sure he was okay, and your worst thoughts had not come to fruition; make it all tangible.

He finally came into view, sitting on a gurney at the back of the vehicle. His shirt was removed. They were bandaging up his shoulder as you shouted his name.

He turned, standing up as you slammed into his chest wrapping your arms around him as the tears began to flow.

He groaned with the impact, pain shooting through his shoulder and back, but he didn't care, wrapping his arm tight around you pulling you into him.

Roy had managed to shoot him in the left shoulder, while Gator's aim had been much more accurate. A shot straight into the gut. He'd been taken by the other ambulance for emergency surgery and then he'll be swept off straight to a federal prison halfway across the country.

“Gator… I …” You sniffed, looking up at him. “I thought…” Your hands roamed his chest, easing over his bandaged shoulder taking it all in. Cupping his cheeks, your thumb running under a slight bruise that was blooming under his eye.

He pressed your head back to his chest, kissing your temple.

“It's okay baby. I'm okay. We're okay.” His words soothing as they washed over you.

You just held each other for a few more minutes before someone cleared their throat from behind you.

“Sorry to break this little moment up but it's time to go.” Agent Meyers spoke.

Gator nodded, as you looked between the two of them.

“Bunny, look at me.” His eyes pierced yours as he spoke calmly.

“We’re going to be okay. But I have to go with them. There's a lot of shit I did, that I'm not proud of I still need to answer for.”

You knew what he meant. For all the good he did, there were still things he would have to pay for which still meant prison time.

“I'm proud of you.” You looked right into those soft, hazel eyes as you spoke. He looked so downtrodden, but you lifted his chin.

“I'm so proud of you baby!” You stood on the tips of your toes, smashing your lips to his. They were a little chapped but warm as you melted into him.

It suddenly crossed your mind this may be the last time you get to feel him for a while as his tongue grazes your bottom lip. Allowing him entry, you glide against one another so effortlessly it was easy to get lost in the moment.

You broke apart only to catch your breath. Whispered “I love yous” were spoken before he was handcuffed in front of you.

“Okay, Mr. Tillman.” Agent Meyers guided him to an SUV, sitting him in the back.

His eyes were filled with worry as they shut the door, mirroring your own. Andy sidled up beside you as they drove out of sight.

5 Months Later

“You don't have to keep coming every week.” The way it came out let you know he was tired but so were you. Tired of him acting like you were just going to give up and leave him to rot in a prison cell.

Since he'd helped the feds, they had given him a nice plea deal with a reduced sentence of 18 months. With good behavior, he might be out in 12.

It was the best he could have hoped for with all the involvement in Roy's dealings, but Gator had given them enough to send him away for the rest of his life.

It was still going to be agonizing but you wanted to be there for him every step of the way.

“Yes, I do. Who else is going to bring you these nasty cookies you love?” You teased. Packing another overnight bag for your 8-hour trek.

“Y’gonna make me fat, if ya keep bringin’ those.” He chuckles on the other end. “But seriously, if the drives gettin' to be too much, ya’ don't have to.”

“I don't have anything else to do. I know that sounds pathetic but it's true. All I do is work, and then come home. The only thing that's getting to be too much is how quiet the house is. I miss you.” You said it earnestly, sighing into the phone sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I'm sorry Bunny, if there had been another way…” he trailed off, sighing on his end as well.

“No. Don't start that. I am so damn proud of you, Gator Tillman!”

Of course, it was all over the front pages, but they left out the part where he had been an informant. Everyone assumed the very worst about him, just like Roy. But he was your hero.

If only you could see the grin that split his face any time you told him that. The way his eyes lit up. He had sought Roy's approval for so long, it felt refreshing to hear that he'd done something right from the one person who truly loves him for him. All the fuck ups, all the short comings he saw in himself that you never judged him for. You loved him. You were proud of him.

“I love you, be safe. I'll see ya’ tomorrow.” He had his one-minute warning come through the line.

“Ok baby. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you more!”

“Not possible.” He grinned again, as the line clicked dead.

He'd been sent to FCI Sandstone, a low security facility in Minnesota. It was a little over 8 hours from Lehigh. Thankfully Roy was sent halfway across the country to a maximum security facility so neither of you would ever have to cross his path again.

In the few months that he's been away, it's been a struggle. You were left on your own again, but you could breathe a sigh of relief. The entire town felt like a weight had been lifted. No one was looking over their shoulder fearing they might be on the bad side of Roy Tillman.

Andy was appointed interim Sheriff, since half the department went down with the raid. Andy and just a few others were left to pick up the pieces and start from scratch.

He was a good man. Gator made sure that he was never implemented in anything to do with Roy or himself. He was doing a great job, weeding out the few left behind and hiring new, upstanding deputies to help run things. There was no doubt he'd be running and win the upcoming election.

-

You had your routine down, leaving out every Tuesday afternoon after your shift. Hitting up the same motel halfway there. Waking up before dawn to go the rest of the way. Spending Wednesdays with him at the prison.

They'd give you one-hour allotments of visiting time. You'd been his only visitor.

You drive through the gates, flashing your smile and waving at the guards. They knew you by name at this point.

“Hey Bill!” You greeted the guard at the entrance.

“Hey, Y/N. Must be Wednesday.” He chuckled, waving you through the X-ray. You knew the routine. Tossing everything into the bin to go through, then yourself. Pat down examination and you were off to the designated visiting area.

You'd always sit at the table closest to the window, furthest away from the guards. It was quiet. No one bothered the two of you.

You sat the cookies in front of you. The one thing you had actually taken the time to learn how to make and you'd gotten good at it. He loved them.

You were staring out the window, when the buzzer went off alerting you to the door being opened.

He walked out, hands cuffed in front of him wearing that prison issued bright orange jumpsuit you were now so accustomed to seeing. His hair was never slicked back anymore, but he kept the cut the same. Soft brown locks hung down against his forehead.

He donned that crooked smile that made your heart melt as he made his way over to you.

“Hi baby.” He sat across from you extending his hands as the guard unlatched the cuffs. He rubbed his wrists before placing his hands to the table.

“Brought your favorite.” Shaking the Tupperware in front of you, then sliding it over.

They allowed some touching in the visitor's area but not enough. You longed to push the hair from his face and kiss those lips you've missed.

He took the lid off and immediately dove in, taking a cookie and humming around the sugary taste.

“I think these get better every time, Bun.” Finishing it before looking back at you, a crumb at the edge of his lip. You reached up, and brushed it away with your thumb, lingering just a moment.

“God, I miss you.” You whispered, dropping your hand as he reached across the table intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I'm right here, and hey, if I stay off the naughty list I get conjugal visits next month.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively making you laugh and roll your eyes fondly.

“As much as I would love for you to fuck me senseless, you know that's not what I mean.”

“I know, baby.” The grip on your hand becoming a little tighter.

You fell into an easy conversation. You always told him about what was happening since he left.

“Spoke with Andy. They're expecting and he's absolutely over the moon. They're still planning on getting married, but they're going to wait until after the baby.”

You were still talking but he was hung up on that first part. He felt like a failure all over again. That could be you and him. Happy. Engaged, maybe even married. But no. He was stuck here because of all the stupid choices he had made long before he'd met you. He knew he didn't deserve you.

You stopped talking when you noticed his crestfallen appearance. Eyes glossy, and pouty lips.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You shook his hand lightly. “I know that look. Don't.”

“It's just…” he began but you cut him off. He got like this from time to time.

“I know what you're thinking. Stop, ok. We'll get our happy ending once you get out of this place.” You smiled.

A happy ending. What you truly wouldn't give. You'd both been through too much to not see this through.

“Plus, I'm moving closer. I can get another job, another place to live. We don't have to go back to Lehigh. Nothing ties us to that place.”

“Bunny,” his gaze softened. He truly didn't deserve you.

“Nope. I know what you're going to say. I've already made up my mind.”

“Fine, just make sure to clean out the house good before you do. Attic too.” You looked at him with confusion, knowing you had never stored anything up there.

He simply smirked and winked at you.

“Um… ok weirdo. If you say so.” You eyed him warily. “I…”

“Tillman, times up!” The guard shouted, interrupting you.

“I’ll call you tomorrow to make sure you got in, sweet thing.” He said, winking before his hands were cuffed once more.

You watched as the guard led him away. It was always inevitable, but it didn't hurt any less each time.

It scratched at the back of your mind on the drive home. He was so adamant about checking the attic. It was going to bug you the entire way.

This time you wouldn't stop halfway to rest. Making the drive back to Lehigh in one go, making a few gas station runs but nothing more.

You got in late that night, feeling dead on your feet as you walked into the house throwing your bag on the couch making a beeline for the hall where the access to the attic through the ceiling lay.

You reached up, straining, barely grabbing the thin string but you were able to pull it down as it fell open with a creak.

You took the rickety steps one at a time, grabbing your phone to use as a flashlight. Your head popped up looking around but not immediately seeing anything. To your right, there was a duffle bag you didn't recognize but this must be what he was alluding to.

Your hand gripped the handle, it was fairly heavy, as you brought it back down slowly, placing it on the kitchen table.

Taking a deep breath, you tugged the zipper, gasping when the contents were finally revealed.

The bag was full of cash. More than you'd ever seen at one time in your life.

What you hadn't known is that Gator found that bag when he had rescued you, immediately recognizing it because it was the same one, he had seen at Roy's a few days before it all went down.

That was his turning point. The final nail in the coffin. If Roy could do this to you, there was really nothing he wasn't capable of.

The feds had been whispering in his ear for a few months. After you had broken it off that morning, that was his first call. Even if the future with you was uncertain, he had to keep you safe and taking Roy down was his only choice.

As the initial shock wore off you noticed an envelope sitting to the side.

You tore it open immediately to find a handwritten note.

Bunny,

I figured sooner or later you'd find this before I got out. Knowing you, you're ready to high tail it out of Lehigh and I don't blame you.

Get out of Lehigh, you deserve better than this. Better than me. I never understood why you stuck around, you're too good for me.

On the off chance you still love me, there's enough to get you by until I get out, if you want to wait for me. I understand if you don't. I'm writing this knowing what lays ahead of me.

I know you're going to be pissed, but I did it for us. For our future, if you'll have me. I know I should have done it sooner, and I'm kicking myself for writing it in a letter instead.

There's a velvet box hidden in my sock drawer, if you haven't found it already. I promise I'll ask you proper once I get out. I love you Y/N, more than anything.

Love, Gator

PS- Got your necklace fixed. Missed seeing it around your neck.

Tears began to stream down your face as you clutched the letter reading it over once more before your feet started carrying you toward the bedroom you once shared with him.

You hadn't touched any of his things since he'd been gone. So, you'd never happened upon the small velvet box he was referring to.

You shoved his socks out of he way until your fingertips brushed up against it. You hesitantly pulled it into view, holding it in your hand until you sat on the bed.

You were still crying as you lifted the edges. Your necklace slipped out, catching it before it hit your lap. It had been broken during the kidnapping but with everything that had gone on since you hadn't thought about it but were now grateful to see it again.

Your eyes roved over the ring that was held within. It was simple, modest by most standards, but it was perfect. You'd never expected this from him.

It was a thin, gold band with three diamonds. A center cut with two smaller ones flanking each side. You hesitantly lifted it from the box, sliding it down your ring finger and holding it up to examine it more closely, as it caught the light and sparkled with your movement.

Finally, you clasped the thin gold chain back around your neck, holding the delicate “G” between your fingertips once more.

You knew he'd be calling around noon the next day, expecting you to have stayed at the hotel overnight. You had an idea, not letting on that you'd found everything laid out for you, instead surprising him on your next visit.

It was bittersweet, packing up your things and getting ready to leave Lehigh. The first home you shared with someone you truly loved.

Since you'd let him know you were moving to Minnesota to be closer to him, it had been a whirlwind of emotions and planning. Your next weekly visit was tomorrow.

In a week's time you had already found a small apartment for rent not far from the prison that would be perfect until he was released so you started the packing process.

During your calls, you'd never let on about the duffle bag. He couldn't say anything, so there was no way he'd mention it over the phone which played to your advantage. Keep him waiting and wondering.

Today when you walked through the gates you were positively giddy. Not only were you surprising him, but this would be your first conjugal visit.

Unlike before, they led you to a small room in the back of the prison. It provided privacy with a small bed and seating area, a counter dividing the room in two.

You were instructed to sit. They'd bring him in.

Your knee was bouncing with anticipation at the thought of finally being able to touch him after 6 long months of waiting.

The feel of running your fingers through his hair, his arms wrapped around you in a warm embrace, vibrating at the thought.

You moved the container of cookies to the small table in front of you as the door swung open.

Gator stepped in, a wide grin splitting his face, as he walked further into the room. His eyes never left you, licking his lips as he turned his body toward the guard so they could unshackle him.

“Alright Tillman, you've got an hour. Just be dressed by the time I get back.” He nodded, “ma’am” leaving the two of you alone.

“Hey, sweet thing!” He rubbed his wrists, watching you ease up from your seat crossing the room, quickly advancing toward him, barely giving him enough time to move his hands out of the way before you pummeled into his chest throwing your arms around his waist pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

“Damn Bun! Miss me that bad?” Letting a small chuckle escape, circling his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

“You know I miss you!” Melting further into his chest. The fabric of his worn, orange jumpsuit scratched at your face, but you just buried it deeper, breathing him.

You held each other for a few moments before finally lifting your head. As your eyes met, he moved his warm, calloused palm to your cheek before he moved in letting his lips crash to yours, nose pressing into your cheek as he tilted his head pulling you further into him.

He immediately deepened it, hungry for more. His tongue darts out, licking at your lower lip as you part your mouth for him. You hummed at the taste of him, almost making you weak in the knees and rushing a spark to your core.

You finally broke apart, panting as your foreheads came to rest together.

“It would have been a yes, you know.” You whispered. “You should have just asked a long time ago.”

His brows knit with confusion as he pulled away to look down at you, his eye catching the glint of gold around your neck immediately cluing him in to what you meant as his gaze softened, and a lopsided grin returned to his face.

“Yeah? That so?” He reached for your left hand, pulling it into view. The ring was situated on your hand perfectly. “So, you still want to be with me?”

“Of course I want to be with you! I love you, you idiot! And you absolutely are asking me properly once you get out of here!” You giggled as he lifted you excitedly, peppering kisses all over your face as you tried to squirm away from the sudden onslaught of affection.

“So, does that mean I'm fuckin' my fiancé today?” Setting your feet back on the ground.

“God, is that all you're worried about?” Rolling your eyes, slapping at his chest.

“No. But Bun, I'm dyin’ here. It's been six fuckin' months.” He suddenly pressed his hips into you, his already hard length pushing into your lower stomach.

“Sure you haven't fallen for your burly bunkmate? I know it can get really lonely in here.” You laughed, as he groaned.

“Real cute, Bunny.” He was walking you back as he spoke, suddenly lifting you up on the small counter stepping between your legs and crashing his lips to yours once more.

The kiss turned more heated as you both tilted your heads, melting into each other as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him further into you by the collar.

He began to trail lower, kisses to your jaw to that little spot below your ear that has you releasing a breathy moan that instantly has his cock twitching between you.

“Oh fuck, I've missed those sounds.” He hissed out, helping you shed your jacket letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor reattaching his lips to you, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck.

Your fingers trailed up his chest finding the zipper on the orange jumpsuit you've come to loath, slipping it down as he let you pull it from his shoulders, letting it fall open to his waist. He wore a plain white shirt underneath, fisting the material in your hands as he pulled your hips closer to the edge of the counter.

His hands drifted under the fabric of your top, sending goosebumps across your flesh, as they roamed higher. Raising your arms to let him discard it alongside your jacket.

He's quick to drift to the clasp of your bra, undoing it with ease, letting the fabric fall away from your chest as his large palms engulf your soft flesh, kneading it a little roughly only spurring that now prominent ache between your legs when his thumbs graze over your nipples causing your back to arch further into his touch.

“Oh fuck, baby!” You moan out, gripping the bottom of his shirt trying to pull it up. You were needy. It felt like a lifetime since you'd been able to give him so much affection. Feel his warmth, skin to skin, lips skimming over your soft flesh. Reacquainting with each other's bodies.

Once his shirt was discarded, his hands traced your curves sending a shiver through you.

Your eyes caught the scar on his shoulder that hadn't been there before. A harsh reminder of what he's had to go through.

He follows your eyes, as your fingertips trace over the bit of gnarled, dark flesh.

“I would take a million more as long as I knew you were safe.” Whispering between you.

“I know you would. I just wish you didn't have to. I love you.” Whispering back, moving forward to place a kiss there before placing another to his lips that quickly turned heated once again.

You pushed at the jumpsuit, he helped you discard it and toe off his shoes as you worked quickly on your jeans.

Once his attention came back to you, he helped you lift your hips and slide them down your legs. His hands were immediately back to you, roaming any of your exposed flesh he could reach.

He took a moment, pressing his lips to your forehead, hand to your jaw.

“I've missed you so fuckin’ much Bunny. I love you.” Leaning his forehead to yours, closing your eyes, feeling the warmth of his palm to your cheek.

“I've missed you too.” Whispering as he captured your lips once more, less rushed. His lips glide across yours, tongue ghosting along your bottom lip begging for entry as you parted them. Tongues moving against one another in a slow, passionate dance.

He closed the small gap, as you wrapped your legs back around him. His clothed length pressing into your core as your hips seemed to move on their own accord grinding down against him, catching your clit on the downward movement eliciting breathy moans from both of you.

His hand slips between you, finding the damp spot on your panties, pressing the pad of his thumb into the soaked fabric.

“Bunny, you're so wet. All this f’me? Fuck, I'm a lucky bastard.” He hissed out, finding the edge of your underwear pulling them to the side and letting his fingertip trace your slit before pushing at your aching entrance only breaching slightly, making your hips chase his hand for friction. He trailed up, finding your swollen clit as the pad of his thumb swiped deftly before pulling away. The band of your panties snapping back into place.

“You wanna move… this over t’the… bed?” He rushed out between pants and feverish kisses.

“Please.” You manage to get out before he's gripping your ass, hauling you up and over across the small room without his mouth ever leaving yours.

His knees find the small bed and tosses you down. The springs are a little hard and unforgiving squeaking under your weight with a small bounce that makes you giggle all the same as you lean back to stare up at him.

He's long and lean, looking a little more toned than you remember. Boxers doing nothing to hide his raging erection. His hard cock straining against the fabric, now eye level with you.

You reach up, tracing a finger down the length of him, leaving him gaping and throwing his head back.

“Fuck, I need you.” He hisses out, as you gingerly reach up pulling his boxers down his toned legs, finally releasing him. His length bobs against his abdomen, standing at full attention. Your cunt clinches at the thought of getting him inside of you. Never satiated properly for the last six months you were aching.

He didn't miss the way your thighs rubbed together as he looked down at you, as you took him in your hand, bringing your lips to his soft, ruddy tip, placing a soft kiss there before shifting your head as you ran your tongue up his entire length.

“Oh fuck, baby.” He pulled your chin up to look at him, as you smirked. “Hey sweet thing, as much as I would love to have your mouth, I need your pussy.” The end came out as almost a growl as he began to ease you back onto the bed, his fingertips grabbing at your panties as he practically ripped them from your legs as you heard an audible rip but you didn't mind as he tossed them somewhere across the room.

Crawling between your thighs, parting to accommodate him eagerly. His thick chest hair rough against your nipples, as he presses himself to you taking his length at the base, suddenly running it up your soaked folds making you moan out and arch further closing any gap between you.

“That's it baby. Need it as much as I do, huh?” He hummed, bumping your clit on the way up that made you whine as he captured your lips once more, lining himself up as his head catches your dripping hole.

Your hands grip at his back, running your fingers through the short locks at the nape of his neck pulling the strands when he pushes himself in an inch more.

The toys at home could never fill you the way he could with his thick, long cock. It began to sting as he pushed further. A moan caught in your throat, as your head hit the back of the bed, mouth going slack at the feeling.

“Goddamn, Bunny. You're so… mmmph…. Fuckin' tight.” He grits out, face turning soft once he looks up to notice your brows pinched tight.

“Hey, Bunny. Relax f'me, baby.” He coos, cradling your jaw, thumb rubbing soothingly under your bottom lip.

“I'm relaxed, you're just a lot, baby.” You finally say, opening your eyes gazing into his lust blown irises, nearly black save for the thin mossy ring around the outer edge.

“Yeah?” Lopsided grin returning. “Too much for that tight little cunt?” Not letting you answer before finally burying himself completely as your nails dig into his back with a near pornographic moan escaping your lips only spurring him on.

He slowly pulls out, feeling your walls stretch and flutter around him before quickly plunging back in, feeling impossibly deeper before rocking his hips into yours at a brutal pace.

The stretch and sting slowly subsides giving way to pleasure as he pushes in and out, a fresh wave of arousal soaking you both. You can't suppress the filthy moans falling past your lips.

“That's it baby, let them know how good I'm fuckin' MY pussy. Ya’ don't have to be quiet in here.” He continues roughly pushing his hips into yours as you gasp and writhe beneath him. The sounds of your slick as he drives into with each thrust would have you blushing, but you were too wrapped up in the feel of him to care.

The way your walls were sucking him in and pulsing around his cock, like you were made just for him, was enough to make him cum right then and there.

“Mmmph, Gator you feel so… g-good.” Managing to squeak out, the head of his cock continually massages that spot on your frontal wall with ease.

“Missed this pussy so fuckin' much. Been dreamin’ about the day I could… fuck… cum in her again.” His thrusts get more urgent, as your pussy flutters around him once more.

“Yeah, Bunny? Want my cum? Stuff you full until you can't take anymore?” You whimper at his words, that coil within you winding tighter with each in and out motion working you both toward your high.

He nips at the soft skin at your bared throat, gaining your attention.

“Huh, bunny?”

Barely able to think or speak at this point, you nod at his question knowing he wants an answer. He moves his mouth higher, taking your bottom lip between his, sucking lightly before letting it go with a slight pop. He loved you like this. Too cock drunk to speak and about to fall apart only for him.

He moves his hand between you, expertly finding your clit, as he begins rubbing circles against you working in tandem with his thrusts bringing you closer to the edge. Your back arched off the bed, crying out.

“Fuck! Don't stop!” You huffed out.

“Wouldn't dream of it, sweet thing. Need you t’cum f’me. Gonna leave you so full I'll be leaking out of ya’ for days.” Another whimper slipped out, just as that coil began to snap.

You didn't have time to warn him before your pussy clamped down around him.

“Oh fuck! There she is.” He hissed out, taking his hand from you so he could pound you into oblivion, chasing his own release while working you through yours.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, sure they were drawing blood at this point from the grip you had on him. Your orgasm hit so hard that your toes curled as sparks flew behind your eyelids.

A few more thrusts and he follows behind you, his dick throbbing and kicking up inside of your tight channel as his balls tightened, painting your walls with his spend. He continued to fuck it into you, cursing and panting before collapsing onto your chest.

“Oh fuck Bunny. Goddamn, I missed you.” It came a little muffled, his lips pressed up against you where his head lay in the crook of your neck.

“I missed you too, baby.” You hummed, as he finally pulled his softening cock from you, laying on his side, so you could be face to face kissing the tip of your nose and pulling you close.

“You're an idiot, if you thought I was going to run. We've come too far to give up now.” You whispered, with warm affection and brushing his hair softly from his forehead before leaning in for a kiss before you were so rudely interrupted with a loud knock.

“10 minutes Tillman!” The guard shouted through the door.

“Fuck.” He hissed, leaning his forehead to yours. “That went by too fast.”

“Yeah, it did.” You giggled, kissing his cheek, sitting up.

“Hey,” grasping your hand, once more looking at the ring on your hand. “I’m sorry ya’ fell in love with such a fuck up.”

“I'm not. You're a good man, Gator Tillman. You just needed a push in the right direction. No one ever thought you were a fuck up except Roy and look where he is.” You placed your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

You finally pulled away to get up and get dressed, as he followed suit knowing your time was dwindling.

“You better grab a cookie, while you still can.” Pulling your shirt back over your head.

“Bun, I got my sugar fix.” Grabbing you from behind, pulling you back into his chest, kissing your cheek as you melted into his touch. “Just needed my sweet thing.”

The door swung open, jarring you both from a few moments of bliss.

“Thank God your dressed.” The guard sighed and laughed as you both rolled your eyes.

You faced him quickly, stealing away one more kiss.

“I'll be back next week.” Smiling softly.

“I know, baby.”

You watched him go, winking at you before he walked out the door.

The next few weeks were a blur, seemingly going by in the blink of an eye.

You had said your goodbyes in Lehigh. Henry throwing you a small going away party for the hell of it. There were a few tears and lots of well wishes. Of course, Maggie made you promise to keep in touch.

You could have easily used the money that Gator had supplied for the next couple of months, but you didn't see a reason to waste it all. Using it more for a nest egg for the both of you.

Finding a job wasn't difficult. Every bar or diner usually had a high turnover, easily securing a waitressing job at a diner not far from your apartment.

Life went on for the next few months. Seeing Gator weekly, phone calls every other day to get you by.

As it drew closer to his incarceration hitting the one-year mark, you became anxious. The parole board would be looking at a possible early release and you had hoped the feds would put a good word in for him, but it wasn't a given.

“So, by this time next week we'll know if you're finally a free man?” Phone pressed to your ear, sitting on a wooden crate by the dumpster out behind the diner.

“Yup. Warden told me yesterday that the parlor board was already reviewing the case.” He sounded hopeful but you weren't convinced.

“That’s great baby.” Voice coming out a little weak, ready for all of this to just be over and done with.

“Cheer up, Bunny. I have a feelin’ it'll all work out.”

You hoped he was right. Never failing to believe what came out of his mouth. He had a way of sounding so sure of everything.

The day of the hearing, you sat by the phone practically chewing your nails down to the quick. Busying yourself with whatever would distract you, but it wasn't working, as you found yourself glancing at the nearby clock every few minutes the closer it drew to noon when the hearing would begin.

You knew it may be a while before you would hear from him, but anticipation and anxiety were getting the better of you.

12:15, 12:30, 12:45

Still no word. It felt like torture, every agonizing second drawn out.

Suddenly that familiar number popped up, quickly pressing that green button with frenzied energy.

“This is a call from Sandstone Correctional Institute. To accept this call from Gator Tillman please press 1.”

You held your breath as it connected him over.

“Bunny?” His almost breathless voice came through the line.

“Hey, baby. I'm here.” You rushed out, heart pounding in your chest.

“I'm coming home.”

Home. Such a funny notion to him now.

He didn't think of the house on the ranch or even Lehigh. He only pictured you. Your kind smile that captivated him the first time he laid eyes on you. That unruly mouth that could knock him down a peg but was heaven all the same. He loved everything about you.

The only person that had ever made him feel truly loved.

He was coming home to you.

-

Processing was completed and 48 hours later you were sitting outside the prison gate, leaning against your car.

The loud buzz signaling the gate opening grabbed your attention as he strolled out. That cocky demeanor was still intact, dick first, head held high; smirking when he spotted you across the lot already running toward him.

You jumped straight into his open arms, being fully enveloped by him burying your head into his chest. It was like you could finally breathe for the first time in months.

“It's finally over?” You spoke timidly, holding tight as if he might be wrenched from your grasp.

“It's over.” A simple but all-encompassing answer; both free to live the lives you want.

“So, where to handsome?” Starting the car and looking over to him.

“Well, I thought we could make a stopover in Scandia.”

You quirked an eyebrow his way.

“Uh… My sister, Nadine, well Dot reached out to me a couple of days ago. Thought we might swing by.” He smiled and shrugged.

“You have a sister?”

“Yeah. Well, she was also my stepmom. Long story.” He chuckled.

“Gator, what the hell?” Rushing out with a look of abject horror on your face.

“Bunny, it's not what you think. I can tell you all about it on the way. She's expecting us for supper.” He leaned over, kissing your cheek.

“God, your family is more fucked up than I thought.” Pulling out of your spot and getting onto the highway.

He grasped your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Yeah, but you still agreed to marry me.” He grinned.

“I haven't agreed to shit. You still have to ask.” Giving him a smirk in return but admiring the ring proudly situated on your left hand. You wouldn't trade him for the world.

You'd gone through literal hell, and you weren't about to let him go now. It didn't matter where the two of you ended up as long as you were together.

[wroteclassicaly]

Summary: Left alone in the snow, left to fight for his remaining sanity without his sight - Gator Tillman struggles to adjust to a new normal after being Roy’s son. Who is he? What is his purpose? He’s never had anything that’s his, not until you give him a gift in the form of a little furry boy named Champ, a gift that could very well save his life, but also prove that there’s always been a point to him.

Pairings: Gator Tillman x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, ptsd, smut, hurt/comfort, blindness, sensory training, mentions traumatic injuries/wound tending, healing, anxiety, panic attacks, Gator has a service doggy, fluff, future smut as the chapters progress, vaginal fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), anal sex, handjobs, vaginal sex, angst to the max, arguing, tension, slow-burn, somewhat friends turned lovers, and MORE!

~ Coming SOON ~

[mimixmunson]

Ok… I would like a gator tillman smut like maybe he has been away for awhile because Roy asked him to take care of something and when he comes back all he wants it’s reader but he’s not only f*cking reader but makes love to reader… idk something like that

Far too long / Gator Tillman- Fargo / One Shot / Smut

CW- smut, the term daddy is used, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, p in v, porn with a slight plot, established relationship, x reader.

“Been a while huh princess? Daddy has to work, you know that right? Daddy works to keep those hands of yours soft and manicured, while mine are dirty and calloused. Y’like that though don’t you? My hands all rough, rubbing against this pretty little pussy. Look at her, she’s crying out for me. Your little princess brain is leaking out of her.” Gator teases, he rubs his middle finger through your slit. Separating your folds and zeroing over your clit. Your breath hitches as he begins to curl his fingers inside of you, his fingertips grazing your g-spot every time he pumps them into you.

“Please.. No more. No more teasing. Want you. Please.” You’re begging him, he’s been away for little over two months, some bullshit that Roy had sent him away to take care of. You weren’t interested in his work, you learnt a long time ago to ask no questions. Ignorance is bliss. But your body aches for him, your head full of nothing but Gator Gator Gator. Your clit practically throbbing his name in morse code. He knows just how to tease you, having dated you for so long he knew your weak spots, how to melt that mind of yours.

“See, any other time, Daddy would tell you to be patient. But fuck. Babe, I need to be inside you. Been away far too long. Never again. I’ll work from fucking home and dad can just fucking like it.” He spits his words out like venom on his tongue. You knew he was lying, as much as you loved him, he could never stand up to his father. That’s a problem for another day, you hum as he rubs his dick against your slit. Your pussy acting as all the lubricant you could ever need, leaving his length slick and wet. Ready for you.

With his first thrust inside you, you’re putty in his hands. Your breath hitches as his cock hits your g-spot, violating the area until all you can think about is how good it feels. Nobody has ever fucked you so good.

“My girl. My fuckin’ girl. Missed you so much. Not just this ass of yours either. Missed your love.” Gator groans as he gently slaps your ass, leaning forward to rub your clit. It’s almost too much, the praise and the feeling of his fingers kissing your hypersensitive clit.

“Daddy. Missed you too. Love you. Love how you make me feel, love you.” You manage to get those words out in-between moans, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with every movement he makes deeper inside you. You’re convinced you can feel him in your stomach.

“Love’ya too- Gonna fill you up so good baby.” His words tease you, all your thoughts muddle up into one, Gator. Gator and how he feels, fucking the moans out of your mouth. Gator and how he’s over-stimulating both your clit and your g-spot at once. Gator and how he’s still wearing that shit eating smirk on his face, knowing how much it gets to you. All you want in your life is Gator.

Your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach, the familiar feeling rising higher and higher. You clench around Gator’s cock. Almost trapping him into cumming inside you as you come undone yourself.

“Close.. so close. Please.” You whimper, your face buried in the pillows of your shared bed as you desperately dribble saliva from your mouth onto the sheets. He picks up the pace, not wanting to waste any more time. He just wants you. He wants to make you feel incredible. And that he does, when your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. Gushing over his cock as your tormented clit becomes even more sensitive after cumming. He doesn’t stop fucking you, he pounds into your hole faster and harder than before. It’s all too much for your little body to handle and he knows that. You can’t hold it any longer, your pussy squirting over your boyfriend and the bed.

Soft groans come from behind you as Gator ruts. Wiping the sweat from his brow and pulling out of you, ropes of cum still dripping from cock and dribbling out of your abused cunt.

Gator wipes the mess from your body and his, ripping the soiled sheets off the bed as you both collapse on the mattress in each other’s embrace.

“Love you.” He whispers against your cheek before planting a gentle kiss through panted breaths. “Love you too.” Your eyes still tightly shut, as if opening them would make the moment just a dream. You squeeze his arm a little, needing something to grip onto as you crash back from ecstasy to reality. The pair of you lay there, breathing each other in, not wanting to move a muscle. Roy better not send him away for this long ever again.

[hippiegoth97]

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Stranger Things: Mainly Eddie Munson, but I’ll write any adult and older teen characters (portrayed at least 18+), I WILL NOT age up child characters

The X-Files: Fox Mulder

Fargo: Gator Tillman

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Giles, Spike, Angel, Drusilla, Faith, Buffy, Willow (Basically anyone except Xander, all portrayed as 18+) 

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Once Upon a Time: Killian Jones, Regina Mills

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Into the Fire (Eddie Munson x Female Reader) Master List

Last Christmas (Eddie Munson x Female Reader) Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

You’re A Winner (Gator Tillman x Female Reader)

I Want to Believe (Fox Mulder x Female Reader)

Roam Pt.2 (Rockstar Eddie Munson x Female Reader)

Diary of a Hawkins Hussy (Stranger Things x Female Reader) Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7

Be Kind, Rewind (Eddie Munson x Female Reader)

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Dream a Little Dream of Me (Driller Killer x Female Reader)

Who Ya Gonna Call? (Egon Spengler x Female Reader)

Watch Me (Giles x Female Reader)

You’ve Got Me Hooked (Killian Jones x Female Reader)

If You Leave (Stef McKee x Female Reader)

I Want to Believe Pt. 2 (Fox Mulder x Female Reader)

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Incest/Stepcest

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[rafescurtainbangz]

Rafe Cameron One Shot +18

Minor DNI

Sorry @shy-micchele I had to reupload because I deleted the original post on accident 🫣 sorry I’m so painfully new to this.

Thank you for your ask! Taking requests 💕✨🫶 (Rafe, JJ, Munson, Hargrove, Harrington, and Gator Tillman)

Rafe x female reader

Needy/sunshine reader hears her boyfriend’s friends complaining about her being needy/clingy. He doesn’t deny it. Reader ignores him until they get home. Mean Rafe with a fluffy ending. Smut 🤭

Warnings: smut, language, name calling

Fingering, unprotected p in v, pet names, choking, squirting, overstimulation, breeding kink, praise kink

Lightly edited

Enjoy! 💕✨🫶

Y/N’s POV:

"Hi, Mr. Lewiston," you sing, giving a little finger wave as his golf cart rolls up.

"Where's Rafe, sunshine?" He smiles, tobacco smoke pouring from his lips as his cart wads to a stop.

"Clubhouse. He's been in there forever, though." you sigh as you look up at the pro shop, your boyfriend, nowhere to be found.

"Want me to holler at him, darlin'? No reason a sweet thing like you should ever be alone."

Your disappointment must be painted across your face. What is he doing?

It's been like ten minutes. How hard could it be to get a few beers?

“Thank you, Mr. Lewiston, but I think I'll just check on him myself.”

You step out of the cart, adjusting your little golf skirt on your hips, ponytail bouncing as you walk toward the lodge.

You bite your lip, butterflies filling your stomach as you see Rafe walk by the open door, a broad smile on his lips. He falls out of sight a moment later. You can hear some laughter coming from inside as well. Topper? Kelce? Why wouldn't he call me if our friends were here?

You foot toward the door, stopping in your tracks as you hear your name on Topper's lips, jumbled in a mess of incoherent gossip.

"She's hot as fuck; but, she's gotta be suffocating you, dude," Kelce adds through a snicker. “Suprised she's not in the clubhouse right now. How is she managing without her Rafey Baby?" Sure, they're teasing Rafe, but you can tell they mean every word.

You peek around the door, watching Rafe roll his eyes and smile in silent agreement.

"Tell me that pussy's worth it." Topper adds. "It's gotta be worth it, Cameron."

"Course it's worth it," he mumbles. You can hear the exhaustion in his tone.

‘It's’? He couldn't even say 'she's’.

Why isn't he defending me?

"We're going out for drinks and cigars tonight... You in? Or, is your old ball and chain not gonna let you out of her sight?" Topper bullies.

"M'goin" Alright?" He sighs. "I'm sure that'll be a fun conversation," he mumbles before taking a swig of beer. "Sure your girlfriends don't wanna come? You could save me the hassle."

No.

Your heart breaks, tears building in your eyes as you hear the words uttered so easily by Rafe like he does it often. Rafe's eyes flick to the door. You watch as his jaw coils, unsure if you heard or not.

You batt your lashes as you wander past the door, heading toward the bathroom. "Hey, guys," you push the words through your quivering lips, a fake smile stretched across your glossy pout. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you mouth to Rafe.

"Sounds good, baby," Rafe smiles, giving you a little nod, biting his lip slightly.

Tears leak from your eyes as you amble down the hall toward the locker room. You quickly brush them away, running your hands along your pink polo.

You walk into the bathroom, slamming the lock shut as your tears wet your cheeks. You look up to the ceiling, fighting further emotion, kicking yourself for getting so upset.

I'm so fucking embarrassed. I thought that he wanted to hang out with me, too; thought that his friends liked me... I can't help that I want to hang out with him. He's my boyfriend... He should feel the same way as me. Right?

You feel your anger start to build inside you, replacing your usually sunny disposition. Thank God he'll get to go out tonight. Get to hang out with the boys without me. Maybe he'll get to finally breathe.

Your hand trembles as you blot the tears from your eyes, taking a few deep breaths, freshening up for him.

Smile. Act normal. Stop being so fucking needy. You scold yourself as you step toward the door, tugging it open.

"Princess? What were you doin' in there?" You jump slightly; instantly met with Rafe. He cocks his head, eyes narrowing on yours. "You okay?"

“Course, Rafey. Just got something in my eye."

*******

The Camerons' House...

"So, you gonna talk to me or what?" Rafe snips as you pull into his driveway. You huff out a little breath, turning your attention in the other direction entirely. "Are you fuckin’ pouting right now?" He raises his voice, shifting in his seat to get a little closer.

You continue to ignore him, crossing your arms across your chest, biting your cheek to hold back yet another round of tears as his truck rolls to a stop. You grab the door handle, jarring it open as Rafe barks out your name.

"Leave me alone, Rafe," you pout, stepping out of his truck.

"Excuse me?"

Your heart starts to race as Rafe jumps out of his truck, slamming the door, making your whole body tense up. You don't wait for him, continuing toward the Camerons' home.

"No. No fucking way!" He booms, matching your gait quickly. His strong hand reaches out, nabbing your arm with a bruising grip. Rafe spins you around, gripping your chin between his fingers, forcing your gaze.

"Think you just told me to leave you alone. That right?"

"Yeah”. You whimper.

Rafe's eyes roll in irritation, a deep laugh rumbling in his chest. "And, you're gonna leave me alone? You're not gonna be up my ass? You're needy as fuck. You think you could manage even an hour without me? Really? Please. You'd probably fuckin' die without my attention.”

You swallow thickly, clearing the lump in your throat, your tears rolling over Rafe's grip.

"Leave me alone, Rafe," you sniffle.

"Mmm... Mhmm. Whatever you say, Princess," he chuckles in annoyance, giving you a condescending pat on your cheek. He leaves you behind, striding toward the house. "See ya in five minutes, baby girl. I'm sure you can last that long," he taunts. "I believe in you, sweetheart."

You wait until the door swings to a close before you start your walk toward the door. I just need to keep myself busy...

You blow past Rafe, walking toward his room. I'll show him who needs who. You strip off your clothes, letting your skirt fall off your frame, landing in a puddle at your feet.

Rafe walks into his room as well, strolling toward the closet next to you, looking at you with a smirk on his lips as you try your best to resist the urge to look in his direction.

Let's see if he can resist me now. I know he can't. You tug your sports bra over your body, letting your breasts bounce free. Rafe expels a breathy laugh, shaking his head. His tongue glides along his bottom lip, ogling your naked body as you press the hangers to the side, picking out a little cropped white tee and flowy mini skirt.

Rafe pulls on his gym shorts, muscles flexing tight, waiting for you to gawk as you always do. You step into the floral number before pulling on your shirt brushing the material flat. No bra. It's completely intentional; the blush of your hardened nipples visible through the thin fabric; just a tease for him.

"Attention whore,” he mocks under his breath as you walk out the door without acknowledging him, heading toward the kitchen.

You stroll onto the cool marble floor, walking toward the fridge. A snack.. I'll just get a snack, waste some time while I think of something else to make him cave.

You grab the milk, setting it on the counter, before grabbing a couple of cookies. Rafe wanders into the living room not long after you, grabbing a seat on a bar stool before pulling out his phone; scrolling aimlessly.

Shit.

You look up at the cabinet, your cup on the top shelf. Pausing momentarily: just long enough for Rafe to see why your snack efforts came to a standstill.

"Grab me a cup while you're at it, Princess," he chuckles cruelly. Dick. You hike your thigh up on the granite, pulling yourself on the counter.

"Baby st-" Rafe cuts himself off, finding himself falling into your little unplanned trap.

You stand up, grabbing your cup only, making it a point to let the cupboard door clap to a close. You step back, a little too far, way too fucking far. Your heart skips a beat as you wobble.

A wave of relief crashes over you as you feel two hands steadying you, your favorite mug slipping from your fingers a moment later, shattering on the floor below.

Rafe grabs you by your waist, lifting you off the counter; setting you on the floor.

"Get a fuckin' broom," he grunts as he gives you a little shove toward the pantry, his boat shoes crunching through the ceramic shards as he walks away.

Hot tears trickle from your eyes, cheeks reddened with embarrassment. You pull out the little hand broom, walking shamefully to your mess, lowering yourself to your knees. You brush the scraps off the floor, trying your best not to sob.

You hear a deep, laborious breath behind you. Rafe reaches for you, pulling you from the floor into his arms. He holds you tightly, lips resting against your head.

"It's okay, honey. You're okay. Alright." he soothes. He kisses your hair, working his way to your cheek. He cups them in his large hands, a very different touch than before. His beautiful blue eyes match yours. You can see the remorse brimming in his eyes.

“I'm sorry, Princess.”

Your lip juts out in a pout. "M'sorry I'm so needy, Rafe," you whimper. "I'm sorry I'm suffocating.”

"You're not, honey. I mean, you are a little," he laughs lightly, smiling at you sweetly. "But, I like it, baby. I need it. Alright?" Rafe's hands roam slowly down your back, cupping your ass in his hands. I don't want you to change."

"Just love you so much," you add: cheeks blushing as you hear how pathetic you sound.

"I love you too, honey. And, I already told 'em I couldn't go tonight. Said I wanted to stay in. Me... Okay? Didn't blame it on you."

"Thank you," you smile.

"Anything for you, baby," He leans in, kissing your lips tenderly. "Didn't know I needed you so much until you started ignoring me. Don't do that shit again. Understand?" He scolds playfully before kissing your forehead.

“I understand." you whisper.

“Now, co'mere,” he mumbles, lifting you into his arms; walking you toward the counter. "Don't move. It’s not safe." Rafe snags the brush off the counter, working to his knees, brushing up your mess.

He tosses the remnants in the trash, shuffling toward you, licking his lips his eyes hungry for you as he eyes your tits, drifting slowly to your eyes.

"You're so sexy, Princess,” he praises. His hands take a hold of your knees, spreading your thighs wide, stepping in between.

"You... You are so fucking hot, Rafey." you hail. He moves even closer, one hand knitting into the nape of your hair while the other grips the plush of your hip.

"Topper and Kelce just don't know a good thing when they see it. Okay?" He assures as his rough fingers trace over the top of your thigh, disappearing between your legs.

"Okay, daddy."

"Love when you call me daddy," he hums. You let out a little gasp as he thrusts two fingers into your sticky folds.

You finger the waistband of his gym shorts. He tugs them quickly off his body. "Here?" You giggle dizzily.

"No one's here. Just you and me," he assures, drawing your shirt over your head. You grip his thick dick in your hand, rubbing his precum into his swollen tip. *You heard everything. Didn't you?"

"Mhmm.."

"M'sorry. Shoulda stood up for you. Shoulda kicked Topper's ass for talkin' shit in the first place. This pussy is more than worth it. You are more than worth it,” he rasps. "My fuckin' girl,” he mumbles against your lips. His voice is deep and thick with sex, pumping and scissoring his fingers.

"Need your cock right now," you beg.

Rafe smiles against your mouth, digits pressing deep inside. He gets to work, quickening the speed of his hands, thrusting his fingers at an insane pace. "Gonna get you with my hand first. Yeah? Think you can wait for my cock, baby girl?"

"Yeah,” you whine, but you can't help but stare at Rafe's cock. His fat head throbbing, a slight curve that hits your g-spot just right. You grind against his hand, thinking about him deep inside.

You're a moaning mess in his arms, crying out in pleasure as your knuckles turn white from your grip on the lip of the counter. "Gonna cum," you moan, your cry of passion music to his ears as he pulls out your orgasm with no intent to stop as he thrusts his thick cock into your drenched pussy.

"S-Shit,” you whimper, mouth hanging open as he circles his hips nice and slow, buried balls deep, letting you adjust to his size. You cling onto his shoulders, nails digging into his tanned skin as he stretches you out.

Rafe lifts you off the counter, taking you into his arms. His eyes fall down your naked frame, taking in your curves. You look down as well, eyeing the place where your bodies connect; Rafe's thick cock still sheathed deep.

"Love bein' inside you..." He moans; forcing himself as deep as possible, making you puff out a breath as you sink lower on his dick.

"I love your cock. S-Shit," you shudder.

"Show me, sweetheart," he rasps, drawing out of your cunt, reeling you around before bending you over the counter, thrusting back into your aching core.

"Fuck, Rafe!" You sob, feeling him deep in your guts. You take hold of the counter; his hands steady your hips, clawing into the plush of your ass.

You bounce your ass on his cock; cheeks clapping against his warm skin. Ass recoiling with each slap of his muscular body against yours.

"Mine. Fuck, Rafe. This cock is mine," you moan out. Feeling him hit depths that make your knees buckle as he chuckles darkly, no doubt a satisfied smile on his lips as he watches you go weak on his dick.

"That's right, sweetheart. All yours. Gonna breed this perfect pussy.” He mumbles through panting breaths. "You're all mine, honey. Not goin' anywhere." His hand clasps your shoulder, the other latched on your hip, pounding into you.

"Don't stop!"

"Mmm... Cum for me, baby.”

You squeal his name as you gush around his cock; your entire body shaking as he keeps you standing.

"You and me," he pants, tugging your hair, pulling you close, back pressed against his heaving chest. One hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tightly, while the other arm binds around your waist.

"You and me," you mewl.

Rafe starts rocking in and out. You can feel every ridge and curve as he gives it to you, slow and deep, making your eyes roll back. "Gonna be drippin' out of you for days."

"Rafe, I-" You pant. "I need you closer."

"I got you, honey." He grips your hips tightly. You look down at his throbbing dick, the creamy ring of your arousal gathered on his shaft. Rafe loops his bicep under your thigh, plunging his cock back in.

He rolls his hips deliciously slow, finding that perfect angle, making tears fall from your eyes. You're overstimulated; absolute putty in his arms.

You can't even form words; all thoughts in your mind shut off, but Rafe, Rafe, Rafe. His smell, his touch, his taste; the way he fucks; the way he looks at you...

"I love you, honey," he hums.

"Love you - I love you."

"You're squeezing me so tight, baby... Think you could cum for me again?" He whispers against your ear, slamming his cock back into your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure, your cracked sob reverberating through his large home. "Could you, baby?" Rafe does it again as the knot in your stomach starts to twist tighter.

You pinch your eyes shut, nodding frantically as you feel your orgasm within reach, completely cock-drunk.

"That's my girl. That's it, baby. Cum for me. Yeah? Cum on my cock," Rafe moans, setting the perfect pace, hitting your g-spot again and again.

"Cum with me?" You plead, lips parting with his as you watch him fall into bliss as well. Your walls spasm around his cock; waves of your finish crashing down on you again and again as you call out his name. Rafe answers with yours, flooding you with his warmth. You can feel his dick twitching inside you, your body milking every last drop of his release.

Rafe's forehead falls to your neck in exhaustion. He lets out a deep, satisfied breath before meeting your lips. "Snuggle? That's what you want. Don't you?" He mumbles between kisses.

"Yes, Rafey."

"Me too, Princess."

[rustedhearts]

hard learnin’ (gator tillman x fem!reader)

summary: gator punishes you for flaunting what (isn’t) his.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ main masterlist

tags: spanking, oral (m receiving), spitting (a lot of it), canon-compliant misogyny, mean!gator.

for @loveshotzz <3

the tillman barn. early morning.

“I told you—not to—do it.”

Every few words came with the snap of leather on flesh, cracking off the barn walls and exciting the horses stomping in their stables. Your fingers gripped the metal of the corral with all their might, digging into your chest against your will. Every strike of his heavy duty belt had you lurching toward the dirt and hay. Your socked feet were picking up pebbles, unprepared for an assault at such an early hour.

But you did get yourself into this mess.

“M-m so-sorry,” you hiccuped, listening to the corral clang on its hinges after a particularly rough hit.

Gator huffed, glaring down at your swelling, discolored flesh. “Yeah, now you are. Weren’t so sorry last night, were ya?”

And you weren’t. You weren’t sorry when you got dolled up in a tight little black dress and called up your friends. You weren’t sorry when you scampered down to the dive and climbed up on the bar to pour drinks. You weren’t sorry when you let that guy drag you to the dance floor. You weren’t sorry when you drunkenly scrawled some version of your phone number on a napkin and tucked it in his pants.

But you were sorry now. Gator always made sure you were sorry.

“Asked you a question, brat.” Another hard strike, slicing through the air and down on your bare ass. Your pajama pants sat around your ankles.

But the thing about Gator? He acted like you were his. His property, his possession, his girl. Yet when the time came to possess you, to have you—he fell short. Never claimed you as his girlfriend, never promised long term commitment, never made you feel like it was true. He always left you hanging.

You sniffled, willing away hot tears stinging in your eyes. Your nose burned and tingled, and you kept glancing toward the door of the barn in hopes Gator’s daddy wouldn’t come waltzing in to hold witness to your humiliation. He heard the sounds of Gator’s punishments once before and patted his son on the shoulder later at dinner. Gotta keep ‘em in line, son. You despised it. How him and his father thought they could do whatever they wanted because they ran the town.

But you loved him. It was your own damn fault.

“Shakin’ like a fuckin’ leaf, sweetheart,” Gator chuckled. He paused a moment to spit on the dirt: a sharp smack of saliva landing near your feet.

“H-hurts,” you whimpered, knees buckling to ease the sting.

Gator huffed, eyes rolling behind you. He gave you a mild lash on the thigh in reprimand. “Get back up.”

You stomped your socked foot, whining into a pout. “I’ll make it up to you, Gator, please!”

The buckle of his belt—a wide silver embellishment—tinkled as he let the leather droop. He cocked his head, inspecting your welts and swelling bruises as he thought. He fished into the pocket on his thigh and pulled out the strawberry-kiwi vape, taking a quick, hissing hit. He sighed as it furled out, tongue clicking.

“Fine. Since you’re just gonna keep complain’ anyway. C’mere.”

You shakily lifted from the corral bars, spinning around. Reaching down, your fingers curled into the elastic band of your pajama pants, but Gator whistled sharply.

“Hey. Uh-uh, leave ‘em.”

Huffing, you sulked and dropped your hands. “Why can’t I—“

“You talkin’ back?” Gator cocked his head again as he stuck the vape in his mouth.

You watched his cheeks hollow with a deep inhale. The mechanical vape click made your blood boil. You wanted to hike your pants up, march over there, and spit in his face. But his shoulders looked so broad in that stocky black sheriff’s vest. His hair was recently trimmed, lined up neatly around his ears and neck. The way those camo pants hugged his hips made you clench. And the belt still sat in his hand, silver gleaming menacingly in the soft yellow of morning light.

With hot cheeks, you huffed again and looked down. “No.”

Gator tucked his vape back in his pants and spit toward the left. His fingers drummed on the stiff lining of his vest, and he nodded down toward the ground at his feet.

“Well…it ain’t gonna suck itself.”

Your knees thumped to the hard ground instantly. You crawled his way slowly, glaring up at the smirk on his face when he had the audacity to shuffle back just to make you come. He chuckled, but stayed in place until you stopped at his feet. You sat back on your heels in the dirt and unzipped his pants, slipping him out into your palm.

“Ooh, shit. C’mon don’t play w’ it, baby, open your mouth.”

He hooked his hands into his vest when your mouth closed over him, chin tipped back toward the roof of the barn as he groaned. Warm pleasure enveloped him, but on the ground, you were freezing cold. Your ass and thighs ached pressed against your feet, fingers growing numb against his thighs.

But maybe if you did a good job, he’d be sweet again. Maybe he’d hold you tonight when he got home from work. Maybe he’d kiss you all over like he did sometimes, tickle you when you pouted too much. Maybe he’d be kind.

You worked your mouth over him languidly, and Gator groaned without shame. He dropped his belt to the dirt with a thud and wrapped his hand in your hair, guiding you around. You knew just what kind of suction, just how much tongue, how to look at him and where to put your hands—you knew him so insanely well. It was a goddamn shame.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, hips jutting toward your mouth. “Suck that dick.”

He grunted as he thrust in and out of your mouth, reveling in the wet squelches of your constricting throat. He dropped your hair and you heard the click of his vape again. The fruity smoke tickled your nose when he blew it down on you.

You lifted your eyes, blurring hot with tears. And as you found Gator’s pink-cheeked face, his own eyes hazy with pleasure and bliss—he opened his mouth and spat one out.

A wad of warm spit sizzled on your cheek, and you flinched at the smacking impact. Your mouth stilled around him, suction loosening.

“Oops,” Gator chuckled above you, sticking the vape near his mouth again. “Did I getcha, hon?”

Though a humiliated fury surged in your chest, you kept your lips closed around his cock and did your best. He wanted you to get irritated with him. He thought you were so cute when you got all riled up. And he liked being the one riling you.

Gator’s thumb pressed into your cheek, massaging his spit into your skin. Your eyes fluttered closed on their own will, soothed by his touch. He was rarely soft like that. Your involuntary moan had him bucking into your mouth again, hand moving to scrunch in your hair once more.

“Fuck, you’re a dirty bitch. No better than…an animal,” he groaned. “God, fuck ‘m gonna cum.”

You put him as far back in your throat as you could manage, nose nudging the furry patch on his pelvis. The vibrant, neon green of his vape entered your periphery when it pressed against your cheek under his hand, both of them coming to brace your head now. Gator liked you to swallow his seed. He thought it was dirty, disgusting—but that’s what he loved about it.

“B-better—swallow it,” he ordered through tight teeth. You bobbed your head in compliance, watching the veins in his neck strain around the collar of his t-shirt and behind his vest.

He pinched his eyes closed, jaw agape, nose scrunched up—and a strangled moan sliced through the barn as he spilled into your mouth. It slipped down your throat in a thick, sticky coating that had you cringing. He huffed and squirmed as he softened on your tongue, and you suckled at him absentmindedly as he slipped out.

Tucking himself back into his pants, he patted an open palm on your spit-sticky cheek. You swallowed again to ensure it was all down, and waited for him to give you the okay. God, your ass was still burning.

Gator sniffed, reaching down for his belt. He was just slipping it through the loops of his pants when a distant clang caused his head to snap up.

“Fuck, get up. My dad’s gonna be out soon.”

You wobbled as you got to your feet like a brand new fawn. You peeled your pajama pants back over your hips and secured the strings, doing your best to brush off the dirt and hope it didn’t stain. The soft fabric did little to muffle the acute sting of Gator’s strap.

“Come on,” he hissed, yanking your arm to pull you close.

He kept a close eye on the front of the barn as he hurried you out back, dragging you through the dirt the whole way. Roy Tillman would have his few hours on his horse at the ass crack of dawn like he always did, and Gator would wait until he was told what to do to make his daddy happy again.

You wouldn’t see him again until near morning.

“You’ll wait at home,” he instructed, heading toward his truck. “You hear me? No runnin’ around.”

You huffed as you slid in, crossing your arms. The truck jostled when he slammed the door after him, and the engine started up with a coughing growl. He whipped out of the dirt patch driveway, heading down the trail toward your house (where he yanked you from your bed not too long ago).

“Why can’t I just stay at your house?”

Gator scoffed, putting his vape in his mouth again. “Dad don’t like strangers around.”

Stranger somehow stung worse than anything else. He just spent an hour attacking your ass for going out without him—but you were still a stranger?

“Your dad’s an asshole—“

Gator slammed on the brakes, sending you hurtling forward against the seatbelt. Once you fell back, his hand latched to your jaw, fingers pressed tight into your cheeks. The look he fixed you with was sharp and mean.

“You watch your fuckin’ mouth.”

He tossed your head away harshly, and you glared down at your knees. He shook his head toward the windshield as he took his foot off the brake and sped down the street.

“Looks like you still have some learnin’ to do.” Gator hollowed his cheek around that stupid fruity piece of plastic again. The smoke slipped into the cold autumn air.

“Don’t worry. I’ll set ya straight, hon.”

[stevesxyellowxsweater]

The one hiding under your stairs

PAIRING: Gator Tillman x fem!reader WC: 3k CW: MINORS DON'T INTERACT!! Female masturbation, friends with benefits, use of sex toys, oral (m receiving), mask kink, brief mentions of daddy/mommy kink, praise kink, spanking, Gator needing to be a winner, cream pie, anal penetration, mentions of biting and marking skin. I think that is everything please let me know if I missed anything. SUMMARY: You and Gator have been hooking up for a while, but when he doesn't reply to your text one night you assume it's you and your toys tonight. Little do you know that he has a surprise for you. AUTHOR NOTES: This came into my head the other night, and I couldn't help myself. Thank you to those who supported and encouraged me to write this. Especially big thank you to @entermxnson for being amazing and reading all my stuff. Credit to @cafekitsune for the amazing divider.

You and Gator had been fuck buddies for about six months now. Neither of you had time for a real relationship, seeing as he was so much under his Daddy’s thumb and you were busy with work. It was a simple setup; when one of you if you had an itch. You'd text each other and then meet up at your place.

That was the usual setup. Today, however, Gator didn’t reply. 

You'd sat on the couch, time passing so slowly. Your desperation to be touched grew with each passing minute until you gave up. Gator wasn't coming. He had blown you out tonight. Shutting up downstairs, you checked the house over before going upstairs. Your sex toys were clearly going to be what cured your itch tonight.

Stripping off, you climbed onto the bed and pulled out the dildo and your clit stimulator and lay down on the bed. Though you'd never deny that you enjoyed your touch, something about getting off because of Gator was much more enjoyable. 

Lying on the bed, you picked up the dildo and began to rub it against your wet folds. Soft whimpers left your lips as you felt it against your already wet folds. Your free hand moved up to your breast and began to play with your nipple. It felt so good, but you couldn't help but feel sad that Gator hadn't come over tonight.

Moving the silicone penis against your hole, you pushed it inside, moaning gently. “Gator.” You whimpered gently. It wasn't as big as his cock, but still, it filled you up nonetheless. Pumping it slowly, you reached for the clit stimulator and turned it on before bringing it down to your clit.

Moaning, you closed your eyes. Pumping gently with the vibrator and rubbing against your clit with the smaller one. Gentle mews left your lips as waves of pleasure rushed through your body. 

“Mmm, Gator.”

“Yes?”

Your eyes shot open to see Gator standing at the end of your bed; your heart pounded hard as you looked at him. He was near enough in complete darkness if it wasn't for shafts of light trickling through the curtains to illuminate his face. But it wasn't his face. It was a large white skeleton mask. Jack Skeleton. 

Biting your lip, you gazed at him nervously but excited. You began to stop pleasuring yourself and focused on him as he took off his jacket and threw it on the chair in the corner.

“I don't remember telling you to stop.”

A whimper fell from your lips as you returned to pleasuring yourself as you watched him removing each item of clothing other than the mask. 

“Not removing it?” 

“No, tonight I’m the Pumpkin King tonight.” 

Biting your lip, you nodded your head gently as he pulled his pants off and threw them across the room. Your eyes raked down his perfectly crafted body. You’d desired him all day, and to have him here now made you incredibly excited. 

The bed dipped as he moved onto the bed; his hand took hold of the small toy for your clit and dropped it off the bed.

“We won’t be needing that.” 

Gator husked as he thrust the dildo harder into you, causing you to moan loudly. You could see the lust in his eyes as he watched you. There was something about how his eyes watched you, about how his big hands touched your skin. He set your skin on fire. Each touch left heat running up your body from where he put his hands.

He climbed up your body, his hands trailing as he moved up to be sitting on your chest. You gazed up at him, his giant cock in your face. Leaning up, you licked along the thick throbbing vein, causing him to moan. 

“Good girl.” He whispered as he took your hand and used it to hold the vibrator inside of you while his fingers moved to your clit. Moaning as he began to rub your clit, you lifted your head and moved your tongue to lick the precum from the tip of his shaft. 

“That's it, baby.” He whispered as you began to take him in your mouth. His free hand moved to grip the headboard as he rubbed circles on the little nub between your legs, waves of pleasure from his touch and desire from having him in your mouth washed over you. 

Muffled moans left your lips as he began to thrust into your mouth. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He uttered as he moaned, feeling the back of your throat. “Are you going to take me all in?” He asked as he looked down at you, his head tilting to the left. 

Staring up at him, you couldn't help but think about how sexy he looked in that mask. Nodding softly, you felt him push further into your mouth. You were careful not to gag, holding back as he thrust down your throat.

“That's it, take me your pretty little mouth.” He moaned as he thrust in and out. His eyes focused on you, and you could tell he was smirking. The mask was taking away some of the enjoyment, but he did look very good with it on. His fingers moved from your clit, causing you to whine. “Shhh, rub.” He ordered with a stern tone as he took hold of the dildo. Whimpering gently, you nodded and began to rub your clit as he began to thrust the dildo in and out. Any other guy you would’ve been surprised if he could reach, but not Gator and his long arms and big hands. 

As you continued to suck his cock, you could feel yourself starting to come undone below him. It was like someone was tightening an elastic band in your stomach, stretching it till it was ready to snap. Pulling your head back, you looked at him as you removed his cock from your mouth. “I need, I need to cum.” You whispered, his eyes shifting from his job to you. 

Gator smirked as he looked down at you. Well, you assumed it was a smirk behind that mask. “Do you now, darling?” He asked as he moved his hand to touch your cheek. His fingers ran down your jaw as he watched you. “You better cum then, this is the only time I’m going to allow you to easily.” 

You began to rub your clit harder, desperate for your orgasm to hit you. You knew Gator, and you knew how long he could hold back an orgasm if he felt particularly like teasing you. It was one of those rare moments where Gator felt generous. You’d take it. 

“Time is running out.” He uttered as he moved his hand from your cheek to rub his shaft a little. “One of two things will be happening right now, either I’m coming on your face, or you’re going to cum,” You were close. You needed this release before you carried on. Why did he have to tease you so much? 

“I’m close, so close.” Gator watched you as he thrust the dildo deep inside of you. “Come on then, for me.” He told you before he pushed it hard in once again. Gasping, you felt him hitting the right spot. The elastic band inside you snapped. “Shit, G-gator!” You stammered out as you tried to continue to rub your clit as he thrust the dildo inside of you. “Good girl.” He husked, his eyes fixated on the face you made as you orgasmed. 

His thumb moved up into your mouth while you came undone under him. He couldn’t stop smirking, enjoying how you unravelled under him. “That’s it, good girl.” He whispered, causing your body to shiver as he praised you. You’d never really been into praise until Gator. How he would tell you that you were good at doing things always made you melt. 

Your body shook as you came down from your high. Gator moved down your body and removed the dildo from your wet cunt. Turning it off, he threw it on the ground and looked at you. “Mine.” He whispered as he pulled off his mask and leaned down to capture your lips. 

Wrapping your arms around him, you kissed him back with a certain kind of hunger. He tasted of that awful vape he was constantly sucking on. Strawberry kiwi or whatever this week's flavour was. His tongue found its way into your mouth. A battle for dominance began inside your mouth, and you would let him win, as you always did. But at this moment, you just wanted to put up a fight. 

Pulling from the kiss, he moved his lips down to your neck. You knew what was coming. He did this every time you ended up in bed together. Gator would bite down on your neck, leave a mark to make it clear that you were his, even if you weren’t a couple. Gator liked to make men aware that you’d been with him. 

He bit into you like you were an apple. A moan fell from your lips as you felt his teeth sinking into your flesh. “Gator.” You whimpered, closing your eyes for a moment as you felt Gator suck and make sure that his teeth were nice and deep enough to leave a bruising mark. “Thank you.” You murmured as he pulled back and looked down at you. There was always a sense of pride when he did that. You have learnt to enjoy it. 

He smirked, as he pulled back a little to look down at you. These moments always make you feel like Little Red Riding Hood being looked at by the hungry big bad wolf. He was the big bad wolf, and you didn't mind when he huffed and puffed and ate you all up.

His hand moved down between you as he lined his cock up with your entrance. With one crack of his hips he was inside you. The pair of you moaned in unison, him enjoying the way your walls hugged him tightly and you enjoying the way you felt so full when he was inside you.

“That's it, fuck yes.” He uttered as he looked at you. “I'm a winner, what am I?” Looking at him, you smiled, your hand moving to his cheek. “You're a winner.” You assured him and he nodded. “That's right!” He exclaimed as he began to move at a fast rough pace. “What am I?” He said with a moan. “A winner!” You cried out loudly as he pushed deep inside you.

His hands moved to take hold of your wrists, pinning you in place below him as he gazed at you. You knew what he wanted, what he needed to hear right now it was always the same. The boy with the desperate need for approval needed to hear he was doing a good job.

“Good boy, you're doing so good, that's it Gator. You fill me up so good.” You assured him as he thrust deep into you, moans escaped from both of you. A desperate need to be closer together.

You fought against his hands, wanting to hold him and be as close as possible. But he wasn't going to let you, not right now. “Who do you belong to?” He asked as he thrust inside you particularly hard. “Gator!” He smirked and nodded. “That's right, you belong to me.”

Gator finally let go of your wrists, you could feel the bruising already starting as he pulled you up and pushed back inside you hardly stopping. Burying his head between your breasts, you let out a loud moan as you began to ride him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding yourself close to him as his hands rested on your hips. Your chin brushing against his gelled hair, that was more crunchy than wet. He was keeping control, he always did unless he was feeling a certain way and then he'd demand you take control and words like Mama would fall from his lips. But not today, Gator wanted to be in charge.

You whined as he bottomed out inside you and sucked a mark in the valley between your breasts. “Gator!” You uttered breathlessly. “What am I?” He asked between your breasts. “A winner.” You told him as you became increasingly drunk on his cock, you felt almost dizzy as he increased the rhythm. He always felt so good inside you, truly a pleasure to feel.

“That's right.” Your hands moved down his back, slowly at first tracing over his freckles. You hug each little more that you could reach. He was so beautiful, even if there were some ugly parts inside him. But he had been made perfectly. You loved the way moles and freckles decorated his lightly tanned skin, you loved how deep his eyes were when you gazed into them. You could lose yourself in them if you weren't careful.

Your fingers moved up his back, slowly leaving barely even a trace that you had touched there. Reaching below his shoulders, your nails slowly start to dig in. Needing to mark him, just once. This of course caused Gator to stop moving, your eyes met each other. A small smirk spread across your lips, just once you'd like to mark him.

Smack!

You moaned loudly as his large hand connected with your ass cheek, it stung and throbbed but it felt good to the point you wanted more. “Do it again!” You couldn't help but moan, Gator smirked a little, his hand connecting again.

Smack! 

“Thank you!” You whined happily, the sting giving you pleasure and pain. “No marking, you know that.” You couldn't help but pout. “But I got marked up all pretty, just once?” Gator shook his head then pressed his lips to yours to take away the pout. “Not this time.”

His fingers dug into your hips as he began to thrust hard into you again. The pair of you kissed hungrily, teeth smacking against each other and moans escaping into each other's mouths. You thought this was how it was going to end tonight, riding him to orgasm. 

But he had other plans.

In just a couple of moves you were on your front with his large cock thrusting hard into you. His thumb pushed into your small little asshole as he began to thrust harder into you, he must've been getting close as his other hand found your clit and began to rub it as he thrust hard into you.

“Gator!” You moaned loudly, feeling yourself close to coming undone just from the extra touches he was giving you right now. “You're going to be a good girl, you're going to cum for me again against you!” He uttered breathlessly as his thumb pushed deep into you as his cock did. “You take me so well, good girl!” 

You weren't going to last much longer, the way he made you feel so full and sent waves of pleasure through you as he thrust in hard hitting the right spot was causing you to draw close to the edge. 

“I'm a winner.” You heard Gator, he was close too. He did this a lot, chanted that he was a winner as he drew close to orgasm. It was almost like winning a race for him. His thrusts became almost animalistic as he drew closer, they were harder, faster and you were close to losing control.

“I'm a fucking winner!” He yelled out loudly as his cock twitched inside you and started to spurt out strings of cum. “Gator!” You cried out your orgasm catching up with his just a second later. “That's it, cum for me!” Gator moaned as he used your orgasm to milk his cock.

You moved together for a few more minutes, milking all his seed from his cock inside of you before he slowly removed his thumb, and then removed his cock from inside you. Reaching down, he used two fingers to gather his cum that was seeping out of you. Bringing it round to your mouth he pushed them in.

“Show me how much of a winner I am.” He told you as he watched you lick his fingers clean, a small moan leaving his lips as he watched. “That's my good girl.” He whispered before lying down on the bed to catch his breath. 

Lying beside him you knew this moment wouldn't last long, there would be no hugs and no more kisses. They were reserved for sex and sex only. Glancing over at him, you could see his face glistening. He was so handsome, maybe one day you'd get to be more than friends with benefits.

Sighing gently, you watched him get up and start to get dressed, neither of you said anything. You just lay there watching him as he put his layers of clothing back on. Picking up his mask, he placed it on your nightstand to remind you of tonight. “I'll see you soon.” You said gently hoping for once he'd kiss you goodbye.

It was like he read your mind, as he finished putting on his sheriff's vest, he leaned down, your lips close together. “A word of advice sweetheart, you might want to make your basement secure, anyone could just walk in.” He winked, before straightening up and heading out of the room.

“Gator? Wait, what do you-?” You scrambled up, slipping on your robe as you ran out after him. “Gator!” Rushing downstairs, he left through the front door before you could reach him. “Shit.” You mumbled gently. Reaching for the door handle, you stopped as you realized something.

“How did he get in?” Turning around you noticed the basement door under the stairs wide open. Slowly approaching, you went to shut it, as you heard the faint yell of your favorite deputy somewhere outside. “I'm a winner!”

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