#gator Tillman x you

[usedtobecooler]

gator tillman has you bent into a mating press, knees practically knocking your skull as he folds you in two, cock prodding you so deep with each relentless thrust you swear he’s in your damn guts.

“listen to ya, screamin’ and cryin’ for me like a good girl, eh?” gator grins from above you, the slaps of skin on skin practically drowning him out as he sinks into your tight heat over and over, “shit, m’i that good for ya, hon?”

“best fuck i ever had, daddy,” your voice cracks, pleading as the word tumbles from your mouth unexpectedly, but you’re so lost in the throes of it that you can’t find it in yourself to even feel embarrassed. you screw your eyes shut, a lump in your throat as you silently plead that he didn’t hear.

“holy— fuck, oh—“ gator’s voice is high pitched, pinched as he looks at you like he’s been wounded, thrusts shallowing as he furrows his brows momentarily, hands gripping desperately at your naked frame.

gator’s hips stutter, blunt fingernails digging into the fat of your thighs as he cums with a broken grunt. you watch in awe as his eyes roll into the back of his head, plump lips parting in a whiny moan as he rides out the last of his release.

you’d found what makes him tick. maybe before he even realised it himself, causing the unexpected reaction.

the next time, he’s prepared for what’s about to come out of your mouth, the way daddy rolls off of your tongue as he fucks you from behind, has you bent onto your elbows with your ass high in the air, face smushed into the pillow.

“that’s it, say it again,” gator groans, large, veiny hand slapping down on the meat of your ass as his hips punch forward, harder, faster, “what am i, hon? huh?”

“daddy, daddy, daddy,” you’re babbling, arching your back and keening into each rough thrust, desperate for more even as he splits you open, open, open.

gator runs his hand up the back of your skull, fingers splaying in your hair, gripping it tight to snap your head back, hard enough your neck pops with it. you’re letting out the filthiest, most disgusting noises, pleading at him with big, wet eyes.

“that’s right,” the grin is vicious, smug and satisfied, laced with sex and desire and the fiery passion in his eyes makes you fucking melt, “i’m your fuckin’ daddy.”

[herstarburststories]

gator tillman hates your vibrator.

it's almost a personal offense to him. how come his girl has to rely on fucking devices to jerk off when she has him? he's the damn deputy, he's her man. to gator, it's a man's job to satisfy his woman, make her cum all over his cock, or get her needy cunt dripping on his fingers, or make out with her pussy like it's her goddamn mouth. tillman doesn't like thinking about you, desesperate for cock like the perfect cockslut he trained you to be, searching pleasure on a stupid vibrator.

truth to be told, gator despises the idea of you getting pleasure anywhere but him. perhaps that's on you for whispering that you were a virgin the first time he touched you. the fire set on his eyes, the stupid, retrograde thought that it made you utterly his. no one would ever know your taste, the sounds you made, how pretty you begged, how your pussy was tight and desperate to be filled up, how filled up you got when he said he'd make a cream pie out of that cunt — only gator tillman would know, only he could know how it felt to be your man.

"you aren't always here, gator," you'd try to reason with him, rolling your eyes. "most guys would use it to help them, y'know?"

the glare he gave you would haunt your sleep at night, and move your fingers too.

"most guys are weak pussies, dollface," gator groans, his eyes dark, jaw clenched. tillmans are many things, mostly had than good, but sharing isn't one of them. "they wouldn't know how to suck ya fuckin' pussy how ya like it. wouldn't know how to fuck ya, make you come on their cock. wouldn't know how to get you whimpering while ridin' their faces. wouldn't know how to get you desperate for dick like I do." he'd click his tongue on the roof of his mouth, looking you up and down. his hand would grab your hips possessively — and you wouldn't care if he's being toxic, if he's being irrational. you'd just want him to fuck it out of you.

"gator.." a whine, just like the deputy likes it. to sense the authority he has on you, how your usual outstanding and 'take no shit' behavior shifts into a submissive whore when he takes the hold.

"most guys wouldn't get to make you a cockslut like I did, darlin." gator shoots you a lopsided smirk, his eyes dripping hunger. there's a squeeze to your waist right before he slams you against the nearest wall, his bulge pressing on your body and making you whimper. "good girl, you're gonna call me when you wanna come. forget that fuckin' hell toy. i'm your man, and you're mine. only I get to make you come."

and just like that, you'd be gone. argument long forgotten as he'd spend the rest of the hour pounding you, abusing your clit, making you beg for him to let you come. your mind was out of the window, and so were your complaints gone when gator groaned that he'd fill you up, make good use of that pretty cunt. everything that wasn't gator tillman and his cock disappeared.

surprisingly, so did your vibrator.

insp by this. request gator tillman on the ask. ♡

[buckysgrace]

Good Graces

Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader (Gator is in his early 20s and reader is 19ish)

CW: Stepcest/Pseudocest, dry humping, unprotected p n v sex, degradation, cum eating, spanking, Gator’s a bit of a perv but who is really surprised

Your relationship with Gator is anything but pleasant. Your forced proximity drives you insane and he does nothing but pick on you to make it worse. You hate him. At least you think you do.

Gator was a pest. Well, for the most part. Sometimes he’d help you out with chores on the ranch, things that you weren’t used to doing. But most of the time he teased you to no end, constantly finding a way to crawl underneath your skin.

Underneath the dinner table he’d try and play footsie with you, grip your knee or rub at your thigh. No matter how harshly you shoved him away or squeezed his fingers he always came back. 

He was like a middle school boy when he was around you, always finding the need to tug on your bra straps or mess with your hair. Usually you’d just ignore him, but he seemed to really enjoy seeing how far he could push you until you snapped. Which seemed to be more often than not.

“Knock it off!” You snapped, shoving his large hand away as you fixed your tank top again. The warm summer sun was about to melt you, you didn’t need Gator’s irritating voice to add to that. You brushed your hand across your shoulder for good measure, trying to erase the feeling of his fingers against your skin. 

“They’re falling.” He stated as he leaned against the barn, cocking his eyebrows up towards his forehead as you struggled to balance the basket of vegetables against your hip. You slowly bent down for the eggs next, careful not to drop them this time around. 

“Because you won’t leave them alone.” You replied in annoyance, speaking the truth as you successfully held onto both baskets. His lips curled into a smirk, perfectly pink and smooth as he brought his vape up towards his lips. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t dress like a tramp then.” He stated as he shrugged his shoulders, mocking you as he pushed his lips out into a mocking pout. Asshole. He’d made a point of calling you that since he’d accidentally found a pair of your thongs. 

“Maybe you should mind your business,” You told him seriously, ignoring the way your tank top straps fell down your shoulders again, “Or you could help carry something.” You said seriously, feeling like all he wanted to do today was watch you. 

“Okay stepsis.” He smirked as he took the basket of eggs from your arm. His fingers lingered against your side for a second too long, spending sparks up the side of your body. You quickly shoved him off, like usual. He was grabby.

“Don’t call me that.” You mumbled as you carried the vegetables back inside of the house. He wasn’t your brother and you weren’t his sister. You were just two strangers stuck underneath the same roof. Forced into close proximity. 

“What should I call you then?” He teased as he dropped his elbows onto the counter in front of you, resting his chin on his knuckles. You inhaled deeply, wondering how badly it would hurt if you whacked him with the carrot in your hands, “Sour puss?”

“No.” You ignored his gaze as you turned the water on, beginning to scrub the dirt away from the vegetables. He leaned across, purposely shutting the faucet off. 

“Okay, darlin’.” His lips curled into another annoying smirk, brown eyes flashing in mischief as he held his hand over the handle. Challenging you, he was definitely playing with you. You could feel your blood boiling as he swaggered his way towards you, standing behind you in a looming manner. 

“Stop it.” You demanded, huffing as you shook your head as his fingers fell against the curve of your neck. You didn’t want him to call you anything. And you really didn’t want him to touch you. You wanted to continue to pretend like he didn’t exist, like your whole life hadn’t been uprooted into this little hell. 

He leaned towards you, breath fruity as he hummed near your ear. Goosebumps spread down your neck, across your body as your fingers became frozen. Everything felt too warm suddenly. Too intense as you snapped your eyes towards his. 

“Sure thing, mama.” He grinned as he pulled away, sun rays dancing off of his eyes to create a golden hue as he slowly pulled away. His tone was deep, raspy even as he blew the words out towards you. Your heart hammered roughly inside of your chest, veins burning from the electricity that had suddenly swarmed through your bones.

It was odd, such a weird little name that for some reason left you tongue tied and your expression frozen into a state of shock. Your fingers dug so tightly into the carrot that you thought you might snap it in half.

His expression was cocky, far too full of himself as he turned on his heel. Your eyes lingered against the back of his head, listening to the sound of his footsteps retreating up the stairs as you desperately tried to dig your way out of your frazzled state. 

-

Nights were harder for you. The lack of sun reminded you of your loneliness, of the hole growing in your chest as you listened to the rain pitter-patter against your window. 

Your room looked ancient, like the decor hadn’t changed since the house had first been built. All of the things that were a part of you had been left in your former house, cities away with your father. The one you were really missing right now. 

You weren’t sure what your mother saw in Roy, but it was enough for her to pack up the both of you and leave your life behind. All of your hopes and dreams. Now you were stuck here; in a crowded house surrounded by politics you didn’t want to discuss and strict rules you didn’t understand. 

You jumped, nearly jolting out of your bones at the flash of lightning striking right outside of your window. Thunder rumbled next, sounding like a freight train as strong winds shook the house. It was too dark to look outside, to really see the storm that was brewing. 

You gripped your blankets to your chest, not usually so affected by the dark and rageful storms. But tonight felt different. Perhaps it was because the weather mirrored your emotions, your anger. It was frightening. And you were lonely. The feeling was so intense that you were scared you might drown in it. Or from the rain. 

The power finally went out, just straight died as the fan in your room came to a sudden halt. The air quickly grew muggy, hot and overbearing as you kicked the blankets off of your legs. You could sleep without one.

But then when you turned on your side you pictured a horrible face, frightful and completely unnatural as you snapped your eyes open and then pulled your knees up to your chest. Just to be safe. You wouldn’t put it past Gator to hide in your room and grab your feet.

The rain did nothing to stifle your thoughts as you blindly walked towards the door, letting it creak open as you peeked outside. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness before you confirmed that no one else was moving. Just as usual. Everyone else was going on with their lives.

Candles. You needed candles. Or a flashlight. Some sort of light that wouldn’t leave you in the dark. Especially in this house that seemed to breathe and move on its own. So old that the floorboards had a voice of its own.

The crash of thunder and downpour of rain covered up the squeaky boards you stepped on, leaving you in a blanket of darkness as you blindly searched through the hallways. Downstairs was too risky, and you wouldn’t dare go into Roy’s room.

You searched for the bathroom handle, stumbling around until you were able to wrap your fingers around the doorknob. You blinked a few times, trying to give yourself some sort of sight in the pitch black hallway. No avail. You were still surrounded in it as you shoved the door open. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Gator’s voice rang into the room, making you jolt as the door slammed open against the wall. You winced, quickly grabbing it as you realized your mistake. You’d gone too far. 

“Do you have any candles?” You asked as you furrowed your eyebrows together, glad that he couldn’t see your frazzled state. You needed some sort of excuse for just barging in. You didn’t want to admit that the dark house had scared you. 

“No,” He huffed, bed creaking to signal that he must be sitting up, “What are you doing?” He asked, his voice gruff. You jolted as the door slammed shut behind you, leaving your heart pumping roughly inside of your chest. 

“It’s dark.” You stated as you crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly remembering how thin your nightgown was. You never wore it outside of your room and owned it just to combat the heat of the house. 

“The power went out,” He stated, voice condescending as you rolled your eyes, “Sure you weren’t looking for something else?” He was mocking you, teasing you like you had crawled in here for some other reason. Pervert. 

“No.” You took a step back, holding your hand out behind you as you searched for the door once again. You didn’t enjoy being locked in here with him. Perhaps your loneliness would be better. 

“Shame.” He teased as a bright light fell onto your face. You squinted your features up, clenched your eyes shut as you quickly covered your face to keep from being blinded by the bright flashlight.

“You’re a dick,” You huffed, “Give me that.” You stepped forward, blinking your eyes slowly until your knees hit his mattress. At least with a flashlight you could read. That would distract you. 

“Not with that attitude.” He snorted as he turned the light off, giving you the brief glimpse of his shirtless form. It made you gulp, your insides tightening from the sight. You’d seen him in his wife beaters before, but never completely bare. 

“You said I could have it.” You argued as you held your hands against your hips, wondering why he had to be such a pest all the time. You had asked nicely. 

“I did not.” He argued in response, holding the flashlight on the other side of the bed as you reached for it. You grumbled, swatting for it again as you tumbled into the bed with him. His mattress creaked underneath the weight of the two of you, the headboard rattling off against his thin walls. 

“Stop it,” You whined, fully knowing you were being just as immature as he yanked the flashlight away from the tips of your fingers again. Your legs fell between his, twisting together as you continued to fight with him, “Gator, knock it off.” You huffed, jabbing your fingers between his ribs this time in hopes that he would release it.

He yelped, dropping the heavy flashlight with a thud as it rolled underneath the bed. You huffed, trying to untangle yourself from him and reach underneath the bed for it. Your muscles strained as he gripped your wrists, yanking you back and shoving you underneath him. 

You froze underneath him, fingers clenched into a fist as you met his warm eyes. You could almost make out the confusion, the want and need in them as your morals slipped away. His body was warm over yours, slid against yours perfectly like a missing puzzle piece. It was like you could feel the electricity spurring between the two of you.

Thunder drew you out of your thoughts, making you lurch as your body pressed fully against his this time. Making him moan. Oh God. He was too close to comfort, but you couldn’t find the will to push him away. You could feel something sparking deep inside of you. 

His body was heavy over yours, warm as his breath coated the crook of your neck. Your insides felt like they had melted away from the heat, slipped into the cracks of the floor as he rutted his hips down against yours.

A gasp left your lips as he crossed a dangerous territory, your clit throbbing in pleasure as his rough palms fell against the curve of your neck. You breathed in deeply, trying to ignore how close his mouth was to yours as you rolled your hips forward to meet his.

Bad. This was very bad. But it felt really good. 

The dark room did nothing to shield the intense look in his eyes as his gaze met yours. You nearly shied away, overcome with a rush of lust as he pushed your legs further apart. No protests fell from your lips as you moved your body upwards towards his, grinding up against his covered bulge. 

You dug your fingertips into his shoulder blades, holding onto him tightly as you felt his hard cock slide against your clothed cunt. Sparks spread through your body, burning harshly as you fully grasped just how large he was. Your mouth was suddenly dry, throat raspy as your hole clenched around nothing. Desperate to be filled.

Your panties clung to your wet folds, sticking in an almost uncomfortably way as you felt your pussy leaking as he dragged the curve of his cock across your slick mess.

His lips were rough against your cheek, warm as soft moans left his lips. The sounds he created made your insides churn, twisting roughly at how whiny he grew. You gasped as you clung to him, hoping that the storm was loud enough to cover both of your messy gasps. 

Your mind felt fuzzy, overcome with white hot lust as you could no longer recall why something that felt so good could be so bad. Your relationship with him didn’t matter right now, not when you were imaging the feeling of his cock inside of your slick walls. You wanted to feel him stretching you apart, sinking into you deeply. 

You gasped, moans bouncing off of his bedroom walls as you rolled your hips up desperately to meet his frantic thrusts. Your clit was rubbing against his clothed cock in the right way, pleasure building deep inside of you as your fingers dug into his soft hips. 

His hair fell out of place, tickling the top of your forehead as he drifted his lips over yours. You lazily pressed your mouth up against his, just enough to feel the sensation of his mouth but not actually kissing him. 

“Gator,” You breathed out desperately, moaning against his warm lips as your cunt burned in anticipation, “Right there. Please.” The storm around you grew quiet as you focused on the sweet sounds that rolled off of his tongue. Never before had someone been so whiny, whimpery for you. 

His eyes were half lidded as he peered down at you, tongue peaking out against his bottom lip as his fingers fell to your hips. He gripped your flesh tightly, holding you tightly as he dragged his cock across your swollen clit. You gaped, furrowing your eyebrows together as the waves crashed over you.

Heat spread through your body, moans pouring off of your tongue as you rocked your body forward in just the right way. Just enough to push you over the edge and leave you a trembling mess. You pressed yourself up against him harder, whining as the pleasure burned through you.

Your heart hammered roughly inside of your chest, rocking against your bones and flesh as your orgasm rocked through you. Gator gripped you tighter, words of encouragement twisting on his tongue as he chased his own high. 

“Fuck,” He groaned as he rolled his hips forward once, then twice before he stalled on top of you, “Holy fuck.” He grunted, his tone slightly whiny as he pulled his hands away from you. He reached for the waistband of his pajama pants, leaving you in a haze as he released his hard cock from his restraints.

His dick fell heavy against your clothed cunt, resting uncomfortably against your swollen clit. You breathed out deeply, doing your best to keep from staring at his long length. You exhaled roughly, eyes briefly meeting his as he pushed your shaking fingers around his girth.

You could feel your insides twisting in pleasure again, your mind still foggy as you began to jerk your hand up and down the length of his cock. You craved the sounds that fell from his tongue, desperately wishing you could taste his sweet moans. It gave you a rush of pride, making you feel like you were doing something right as you moved your hand a little faster. Squeezed your fingers a little tighter.

“Oh God,” He whimpered, eyebrows furrowing tightly together as he messily dragged his hips forward with your quick motions. He haphazardly worked on the buttons of your nightgown, freeing the top two before he ripped the rest of it away. Buttons landed around you from his rough actions, leaving you gasping as his hands fell to your boobs, “You’re so fucking hot.” He groaned, pinching at your nipples while you squirmed underneath him. 

You brushed your thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading his precum down his long length as you savored the image of his pleasure across his features. You thought it was annoying for him to look so good, so pretty.

His head fell back once again, his hair clinging to the front of his forehead as he desperately rutted his hips forward. The sound of his cock hitting your fist was obscene, dirty as precum continued to leak from his tip. You watched him, noting the lines on his features and how he was clearly trying to hold this out for as long as he could. You could push him away, leave him to finish on his own. But you didn’t. 

“Wanna fuck you,” He whined, pressing all of his weight into his thrusts with your hand. You blinked slowly, imagining how good it would feel to have his cock slinking into your neglected hole, “Please, please, please.” He begged you, eyes heavy with lust as his eyes burned into yours. 

You shook your head, still not that far gone as you rolled your wrist a little faster. Used your other hand to squeeze at his balls as his moans grew wider and wider. Your whole body flushed from the sounds that rolled from his tongue, definitely louder than you had ever been. 

He cried out as his orgasm crashed over him, rocking through him in strong waves. You clung to him, savoring the way his features wrinkled up into pleasure and how his body shook on top of yours. 

You gasped as thick ropes of cum fell onto your exposed ribs, your hardened nipples and onto your neck and chin. Messy. It was all too filthy, dirty as it laid heavily on your skin. Proof of your sin. Of his. 

But he didn’t seem to mind. Not at all as he dragged his fingers across his cum, swooping it up against his fingers before he smeared it across your lips. You stared in horror for just a brief second before you licked it away, admiring the taste of him on your tongue.

His hands drifted across your curves as you swallowed his spunk roughly. It was so wrong, but that did nothing to soothe the fire inside of you. You watched as his fingers landed at the band of your panties, tugging them down your legs slowly.

You did nothing to stop him, even lifted your hips up to help him. You felt like something else had taken over, some sort of monster as a choked gasp left your lips. He turned towards you in amusement, taking a slow lick from the material. You were embarrassed at the way your legs clamped together, a fresh rush of pleasure rushing through you. 

“Tramp,” He stated, eyebrows cocked together as he rolled off of you. His shoulders fell against yours, his chest rising and falling in the rhythm of yours, “See you in the mornin’.” He exhaled roughly, leaving you to stare up at the ceiling as everything came crashing down around you. You listened as he fiddled with the dresser next to him, before you were hit with the smell of fruit. He’d found his vape in the dark. 

You didn’t know what to do. If it was best to stay and pretend to sleep, or to collect your regret and cling the torn material of your nightgown over your exposed body and leave. 

You turned, pulling his sheet up over your chest to hide your shame. The mistake settled over you heavily, nearly drowning you as you listened to how his breathing became deeper and slower. 

-

Avoiding Gator after that was hard. Not on your part, but certainly on his. You had given him just a little bit of what he desired and now he wouldn’t let up. He was touchier than usual, would lean in closer and whisper to you like he expected something to happen. 

And it really did affect you, but you had prayed for so long after the other night that your knees were bruised from the floorboards. You weren’t doing it again. You didn’t agree with your moms choices but you didn’t want her to be disappointed with you either.

You had just finished your hair routine, your pajamas hanging loosely on your body as you took one quick glimpse of yourself in the steamy mirror. Disappointment, shame, disgust. That was all you could recognize in your eyes. 

Your feet dragged across the old floorboards, making you wince as you hoped not to wake Roy again. He had been particularly rude to you the last time it had happened. But it wasn’t your fault his house was ancient.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed, quickly shutting your door behind you as you took in Garor spread out across your bed. It was slightly funny. He tried so hard to look tough and yet here he was, lying comfortably across your girlish bed. 

“Does your mom know you read filth?” He asked as he flitted his eyes up towards you in amusement, holding one of your books between his fingers. You quickly crossed the room, anger brewing in your stomach as you yanked the book from his grip. 

“It can’t happen again.” You replied shrilly, feeling like you were losing your mind as you clutched the book to your chest. His white shirt hung tightly to his body, slightly drifting up over his exposed hips. You could make out a tuft of hair poking out from his sweats, but you didn’t let your eyes wander for too long there. 

“Why not?” He asked dryly as he pulled his vape up towards his lips, taking a deep exhale and then blowing it out into the air. You grimaced, sure that by the time you got him kicked out your whole room would reek of him. You didn’t need that remembrance, you could still feel his stains against his skin. 

“Because it’s wrong,” You stated, your face burning from humiliation, “And it wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re my brother.” You reminded him, cringing as the word rolled off of your tongue. You wondered if this was the right time to bring up the panties you’d been searching for as well. You knew he had them somewhere. 

“Step brother,” He corrected, “And it was just for fun.” He shrugged his shoulders, like it really was no big deal. You blinked, shaking your head at him. He just didn’t get it. You didn’t even want to think about what his dad would do if he found out. 

“Get out of my room,” You told him as you took a step to the side, avoiding his gaze as he watched you the whole time, “And shut the door.” You said quickly, not wanting to deal with anymore of his antics. You just hoped he got the hint.

And for a few days it seemed like he did. He didn’t touch you, tease you or even look at you. You should be happy. But something about his actions made you bitter. You felt even more alone, stuck on this huge ranch with no one to talk to. You craved his annoying banter. 

Your task for the day was cleaning the barn, but so was Gator’s. Only he had decided to do it as far away from you as possible. Which you should be glad about, but it irritated you more than anything. Perhaps that’s why you had whipped out your dress, hoping for some sort of attention from him. 

Your bracelet gave way against one of the little fences, falling into a fresh bed of hay. You sighed in annoyance, unable to free the rusted locks to push it open. You paused for just a second, pushing your head between two of the wooden pieces to reach down and grasp it.

Your mistake was quickly realized as you straightened up once again, the material of your dress catching on a piece of the fence. You felt your eyes widen, clearly unable to break free without ripping your clothes off. 

“Gator,” You breathed out in frustration, “I need help.” You gulped, feeling a little embarrassed as the wood dug into your ribs. You breathed in deeply, holding your breath as you tried to squeeze your way out again. No such luck. 

“I’m not doing your chores.” He grumbled from across the barn, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. You quickly relaxed again, knowing you should be nice for just a moment. Even if it killed you. 

“No!” You sighed as you shifted again, trying to get the back of your dress freed, “I’m stuck.” You whined as your back dragged against the fence once again. You quickly stopped in fear of getting little blisters in your skin. 

“What do you mean?” He asked, the sound of his footsteps approaching as you tried to wiggle yourself out once again. How cruel. What a dumb situation you had gotten yourself into. 

“I can’t get out.” You whispered, feeling defeated as your hands went limp against the wood. You waited for him to parade your defeat around, to tease you for getting yourself into such a mess. Stupid, stupid. 

He laughed from behind you, clearly mocking you as his shadow formed over the floor in front of you. You fought the urge to huff, to roll your eyes and snap at him. You didn’t want to get left here. 

“What are you doing?” You squeaked out in worry, feeling his boot kick your feet apart. You swallowed harshly, feeling your heart pumping roughly against the crook of your neck as his hand fell over your shoulder. 

“Helping you.” He said simply, making you squeak as he pushed your shoulders further down. You gulped, chest digging into the wood below you as he fumbled with the zipper on your dress. You listened intensely, shivering underneath his touch.

“Did you get it?” You asked, pulse quickening at the feeling of his warmth against yours. You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to ignore the excitement that was pooling through you as his hands moved further down your spine, resting at your hips. 

“Almost,” He mumbled, likely trying to hide his mischief as he flipped the hem of your dress up over your hips. You swallowed roughly, finding no protests as he began to rub his palms across the curve of your ass, “You’re really in there.”

You blinked slowly as you felt his rough palms across your bare skin, then back over your panties as he teasingly pulled the band of them and then released it roughly against your skin. You gasped, jolting as you wiggled your hips in response. 

“Uh huh,” You hummed along, nerves jolting around roughly as you felt his bulge against the back of your thigh. You fought the urge to stick your hips up higher in the air, wishing that you didn’t want him as badly as you did. Maybe God wasn’t watching, “Can you fix me?” You asked softly, hating that your view was of the hay covered ground and not of his handsome features. 

You shut your eyes as you listened to the sound of his belt coming undone, then the feeling of your panties sliding down your thighs. You pondered for just a quick second, trying to decide if you were really going to allow this to happen.

“Gator,” You squeaked out in surprise, eyes snapping open as you felt his fingers spread your folds apart. You chewed on your bottom lip, standing up on your tippy toes to bring yourself closer to him, “Oh my God.” You exhaled roughly, eyes widening as the head of his cock fell against your cunt. 

“You’ve got such a pretty tang,” He praised you, making you whimper as he continued to drag his tip in between your folds, “Wanna feel her so bad.” You moaned at his filthy words, wanting to feel him too. Morals be damned. 

“Please,” You desperately tried to turn to face him, only to be reminded of the wood in front of your face, “Need it so badly.” You moaned as his palm fell against the side of your ass, the sound echoing as prickles of pain spread across your skin.

He squeezed his fat cock through your hole, leaving you breathless as he slid inside of you slowly. Each inch made it harder to breathe, to think as the pleasure traveled deep through your body. It was so wrong, but felt so right. 

You whined as his cock filled you to the brim, making your eyes roll out at the delicious way your cunt stretched around his girth. Your fingertips dug into the wood, gripping onto anything for support as your legs threatened to give out.

You exhaled roughly, lips falling apart as spit fell to the corner of your lips. Every rough movement from him made you feel like he was sinking into you deeper, like he was meant to be buried deep inside of you. 

His hands were hot against your skin, exploring every inch and curve as he slowly dragged his cock out until only his tip remained. You couldn’t control the sound of your moans as he slammed back into you, the tip of his cock pressing roughly against your bundle of nerves each time.

“Gator,” You whined as you licked at your wet lips, drooling onto the floor as he rutted his dick deep inside of you. Your eyes felt hazy, heavy as he hit his palm roughly across your exposed ass cheek, “Oh Christ.”

You felt like you were burning as he continued to push his cock deep inside of you, making your toes curl in your boots. No thoughts of how wrong this was crossed your mind as he continued to drag your limp body back against his cock, your cunt leaking around his thick girth. 

“Yeah?” He grunted as he continued to squeeze at your flesh, sounding out of breath as the sound of his balls hitting your skin echoed in the barn, “You like your big brother’s cock?” He hummed the dirty words towards you, not at all leaving you in disgust.

You whined as you desperately grinded back against him, eyes rolling back in bliss as he reached around to rub at your swollen clit. He groaned from behind you, deep and whiny as he messily rocked his hips against your ass. There wasn’t much rhythm to his motions, but you were both so desperate that it worked. 

“Mhm, yes, yes,” You whined, unable to control your tongue as the pleasure burned deep inside of you. You were sure you’d never felt something so dirty and pleasurable at the same time, “Harder. Please, please.” You begged this time, putty in his hands as he snapped his hips harder inside of your leaking cunt.

Your pleasure felt like wildfire, untameable and intense as your walls clamped down across his thick girth. The sounds of your body meeting filled your ears in a sweet melody as everything else disappeared around you. All you cared about was how good he was making you feel. 

His powerful motions moved you onto the tips of your toes, almost knocking your head towards the floor as you held onto the fence tightly. It shook underneath the weight of you two, like it wasn’t built to keep either of you in place. But Gator didn’t seem to mind. And neither did you. 

“Oh God,” You breathed out, moans mingling with his whines as he desperately dug his fingertips into your flesh, sure to leave marks. The curve of his cock fit inside of you perfectly as he dragged you up and down his long length, leaving you desperate for more. You wanted to feel all of him, “More, more.”

“Fucking whore,” He huffed, just as out of breath as you were. But you could still make out the smirk on his tone. But you had no fight left as you whimpered in agreement, knowing without a doubt that this was the worst thing you’d ever done, “God, you feel so good.” He whined as spit fell down across your ass, gliding smoothly off of your skin.

The pleasure was too intense for you, too crushing as your shaky legs fell together. You whimpered, unable to find the words to speak as your muscles clamped from your bliss. You exhaled, moaning as your climax crashed over you roughly.

Gator cooed as he rocked you through it, his fingers rubbing at your bud between your legs as his thrusts became messier. Rougher. It all felt too good, too blissful.

“Gator,” You whined as you licked at your lips again, sighing as you felt his slick balls hit against your skin once again. You enjoyed the feeling of him buried deep inside of you, far more than you should, “Jesus.” You spit out, unable to say anything else as he moaned in response.

“Fuck, fuck,” He huffed, whimpering as his voice cracked from his own pleasure. He held onto you tightly, the tip of his cock pressing deeply against your spongy walls as his cock throbbed inside of you, “Feels so fucking good.” His tone was rough as he came inside of you, painting your walls white with his cum.

The deed settled roughly on top of you as you breathed in deeply, listening to his rough pants as he pulled his hands away from your sore clit. You whimpered as you felt him pull free a second later, leaving an empty feeling that spread through you. 

You could feel the mixture of the two of you dripping from your swollen hole, but he quickly collected the combination of your cum with his. He shoved it back inside of your cunt with his long fingers, making you gape from the sensation.

“Such a slutty girl,” He teased, leaving you breathless as he curled his cum deep inside of you, “My favorite little sister.” 

[eddielove]

Such a loser 🐊

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Badge Bunny

Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Getting pulled over by one of Stark Counties finest turns into anything but a routine traffic stop.

Word count: 3.3K

18+ MDNI! Go on, get!

Warnings: Porn with a smidge of plot. Allusion to cheating (but not really!). Degradation. Oral (male receiving). Throat fucking. Spitting. Choking. Breeding kink. Size kink. Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it!). Creampie.

Note: Thank you @starksbabie for keeping me motivated and constantly feeding the already rampant Gator thots! This one is for you you bb!

Badge Bunny Masterlist

Making your way down the familiar stretch of highway you weren't paying attention to any of your surroundings, only looking forward to getting home after a long night. 

Headlights cutting through the dark, deserted fields on either side of the small 2 lane road. Nothing went on this time of night. 

You hadn't noticed passing the familiar truck parked a little off the road in the gravel alcove. 

Humming along with the radio lost in your own little world the sudden bright blue lights behind you hit your eyes from the reflection in the rearview. 

“Shit,” you hissed, but wasted no time pulling over on the shoulder, rolling down the window as you came to a stop.

You watched through the side mirror. He slowly exits his truck as if he had all the time in the world. Adjusting his pants and belt before making his way toward you. 

You noted he was missing his vest and usual hat. Black shirt tight across his chest and abdomen. His thigh holster was exactly where it always was, an accessory he was almost never without. 

He sidled up to the window. Leaning down, so he could see your face. 

“Evening, license and registration.” You couldn't roll your eyes any harder. 

“Gator, I really need to get home. What's your problem this time?” 

“Hey now, that's no way to speak to a deputy.” He tapped the badge strapped to his hip. Black gloves still adorn his hands. Pity. He did have nice hands. 

“Sorry officer, where are my manners? What seems to be the problem tonight?” You put on your best innocent sounding voice, biting your lip as you looked up to him.

“Well, looks like you were going over the speed limit. Wanna step out of the vehicle for me?” his hard ass attitude on full display. 

“Gator, seriously?” You deadpanned and rolled your eyes, but he didn't budge staring down his nose at you, maintaining his authoritative demeanor. 

“Come on…out.” Patting the side of the door for emphasis. 

Quickly realizing it was no use, huffing as he stepped back to make room for you to exit the car.  

He whistles low. Appraising your bare legs in the skirt you wore for work. Waitressing at the local bar has its perks. Nice tips for a little skin.

It didn't help that your tits were pushed up practically spilling out of your top. The only sensible part of your outfit was the converse sneakers to battle any fatigue from running around all night. 

“And where are you off to dressed like that? Your boyfriend let ya’ out of the house like this?” His eyes drifting down and back up. 

Closing the door, and leaning against the side of the car he inches closer as he spoke. Looking up at him from under your lashes growing more unamused by the second. 

“My boyfriend doesn't mind at all, especially when I bring home nice tips. We both know if anyone in this town looks at me wrong he'd kill’m.”

“Is that so pretty girl? Well, he's not here is he?” Making a show to look around at the deserted surroundings, smirking back at you. “Go ahead and turn around for me.” 

You scoff. “Gator, is this absolutely necessary? I may have been going 5 over the limit.” 

“Afraid so. Have t’make sure you don't have any weapons. Hands on the side of the vehicle. Go ahead.” Nodding toward the car.

You huff again but finally relent. Turning around slowly, placing your hands palm down; you'd been through this before, you knew the routine. 

He stalked his way up to you. Anticipation already prickling your skin. Your panties growing damp. 

His chest close enough to your back that you could feel the heat radiating from him even through your shirt. 

His lips ghosted the shell of  your ear when he spoke. 

“If that boyfriend isn't going to put you in your place I guess I'll have to. And the way you've been sassing me, little girl, I've got my hands full t’night.” 

He pulled back, removing his gloves one by one, throwing them in front of you on the top of the hood. 

Placing his hands on your hips, he moved his thigh close behind you as he kicked your feet apart. 

“Gator, come on. I don't have time for this tonight.” 

He didn't say anything, instead lifting his hands higher on your body. Resting on your breasts, squeezing slightly, as your breath hitched. 

He smirked to himself. Slowly dropping his hands down your body. Across your stomach. Down your hips. Traveling the expanse of your thighs to the bottom of your skirt. He paused, pinky grazing the bare skin there that sent goosebumps across your flesh. 

He dropped past your skirt. Drawing a hand up your inner thigh as you shuddered. 

Up, up, up slowly. 

His finger grazed the now sopping fabric. You bit back a moan, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as he pressed slightly into your folds, pushing harder when he reached your clit. 

“Haven't even fuckin’ touched you and you're soaked. Fuck” he hissed as he moved back up to your hips, quickly turning you easily to face him. 

Your hands landing on his chest to keep you steady. He pinched your chin between his thumb and fingers to force you to look up at him. 

“Get on your knees.” he ordered. 

You easily complied. Hands sliding down his body for purchase as you slid. Your knees hit the asphalt. Wincing as its harsh terrain dug into your knees. 

“Good girl.” the words going straight to your core. 

As always a glutton for punishment and adoring any praise he would send your way. 

Your mouth was salivating at the thought of tasting him. Without being told you popped the button on his pants, slowly sliding the zipper down.

“Fuck, look at you. Can't wait to get my cock in your mouth, huh? Been thinking about it all day?” 

He could be a mouthy bastard but God was he right. 

You licked your lips at the already prominent tent in his boxers. Pants falling just below his bulge that you palmed. He hissed, throwing his head back at the sudden contact.

Your fingers grazed the band of his underwear pulling it just a bit, just to let it go as it snapped back into place. His head turned back down to you. Eyes blown full of lust, irises no longer on display. 

“Go on. It's not gonna suck itself.” He nodded, urging you to keep going. 

Your hands pull down his boxers, exposing him fully to you. Cock springing free, teasingly so. The size of him never ceased to amaze you. He easily was the biggest you'd ever had the pleasure of handling and the cocky bastard knows it. 

Long and thick. Tip flushed the prettiest shade of pink with a small bead of precum just beginning to spill from his slit. 

You timidly placed your hand around the base as if you hadn't done it dozens of times before. He was hot and heavy in your palm. 

“Mmmmmm…. Fuck.” He sounded as if he was ready to combust on the spot. 

Wasting no time, you licked a long stripe up the entire underside of his shaft from base to tip as you heard him let out a low moan. He braced himself, placing his hands where yours had been planted moments before on the side of your car. 

You wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue just the way he liked, eliciting a whine from him. 

“Good fucking girl.” He groaned. “Been thinking about this mouth and throat all fucking day.”

You continued teasing the tip letting your hand pump his neglected shaft. You finally sank down, tip nudging the back of your throat. 

“Mmmmmm… Goddamn.” 

You pulled off of him with a loud pop. 

“Better not let your daddy hear that Gator.” You smirked to yourself. “Taking the Lord's name in vain. Especially while your dick is getting sucked.” You tsked. 

He weaved his fingers through your hair and gripped the back of your head, forcing you back to look at him. You winced at the sudden sting. 

“Still fucking sassing me? My cock not enough to shut you up?” He gave you no time to respond. 

“Open.” 

You obediently obliged, sticking your tongue out and flattening it to accommodate him, letting your eyes fall shut. 

Instead of his cock, spit hits the back of your throat. A look of shock passes your features as you look up at him under hooded eyes before a shy smile adorns your face. 

“Fucking whore. Swallow.” He practically growled. 

You close your lips and obey, a low hum of satisfaction escaping you as you swallow thickly. 

Watching your little display intently, he pumped his length a few times with his free hand, before gripping the base tapping your already swollen lips. 

Your lips part as his tip beaches the heat of your awaiting mouth. He quickly feeds you as much of his cock that you can manage. 

He doesn't give you time to adjust as he plunges deep, hitting the back of your throat. You try to breathe through your nose, letting him use you as he pleases. 

He steadies the hold on your head as he licks his lips. 

“That's it. Good fucking girl. Take it. I know you can.” 

You allow him to fuck your throat. You knew it would be sore in the morning from the relentless punches over and over. 

Your eyes were watering from the abuse, mascara running down your cheeks. You can feel saliva running down your chin.

You knew how you must look but he was looking down at you as if you were the most beautiful site he's ever seen. 

You timidly moved your hand up, reaching the edge of his boxers forcing them down even further. You wrapped your hand around his velvety sack weight heavy in your palm before tugging slightly. 

“Oh fuck.” His hips snapped, bucking into you even further as you gagged around his cock. 

He stopped suddenly, sliding his length from you. String of saliva momentarily connecting from your lips to his tip. 

“Get up and get in the back of the truck.” 

“But…” you were going to argue but the look in his eye told you he was done playing. 

“Now.” 

You quickly shuffled to your feet as he half covered himself to follow behind you. 

He knew this late at night, there wasn't any chance of someone coming by spotting the two of you in such compromising positions but just to be on the safe side he reached into your car to kill the ignition.

He did the same with his. Bright blues fading into darkness. Undoing and removing his holster placing it in the front seat, so it wouldn't get in the way for what he intended to do next. 

You opened the back door and slid yourself up into the cab. Legs dangling in the open doorway awaiting his next instruction. 

He came into view, slowly slotting himself in-between your thighs. Your skirt riding up to expose more of yourself. The way your damp panties were sticking to your folds, suddenly made you grateful for the dim light. 

His hands came to rest on the top of your thighs, squeezing. Thumbs rubbing soothingly in contrast to the way he looked like he wanted to devour you. 

“Lay back and take those panties off f’me.”

You rucked your skirt up higher above your hips putting your clothed core on full display for him. They were his favorite. Pink and lacy with a little white bow on the top, just like a little present all for him. 

He palmed himself, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he sucked in a sharp breath. 

There were no formalities when seeing him like this. It was hot and needy. Quick and dirty. 

You raised your hips, sliding your underwear down your thighs. When you made it past your knees, he slid them the rest of the way. Fingertips grazing your skin on the way down. You didn't miss the way he tucked them away for safekeeping in his pocket. 

You parted your legs as far as they would go with the limited space. 

“Look at you. Who's got you like this huh? Some trash at the bar make you this wet?” 

You shook your head. “No baby, it's you. Always you.” 

You place your fingers through his belt loops, dragging him a little closer.

“Greedy little whore tonight.” He laughs out, grinning at your eagerness. “Pull your shirt up and take those tits out.”

You do as you're told, pulling it up far enough to put your matching bra on display. 

“You wear this hoping someone would see? Huh? Such a fuckin' little whore.”

He can see your already pert nipples through the transparent fabric. He cups both breasts before pulling the fabric down fully exposing you. Not wanting to take the time to properly undress you, latching his mouth to one laving his hot tongue across your bud before taking it between his teeth biting down slightly as you moan and arch into him. 

His hand gave attention to the other, his large palm nearly covering the entirety of you before switching to do the same, so neither were neglected.  

“Fuck, these tits are so perfect. And all mine.” 

He nipped the skin, slowly moving down your sternum with hot opened mouth kisses as he finally sat back up. The cool air hitting the moisture left behind sending a small shiver through you. 

His fingers began to trail the inside of your thigh, inching closer to the spot you yearn for him the most. A whine escapes you as he watches you squirm beneath him. 

He runs his finger up your slit, lips slightly parting as he grazes your bundle of nerves that has your hips bucking on their own accord. 

He slips a finger into your entrance with ease at how soaked you are. 

“Of fuck,” your head lolls to the side. 

“Jesus, this pussy always this needy?” 

You just nodded as he removed his finger, making you whine, bringing it to his parted lips, sucking with an obnoxious slurp. 

“Jesus, you always taste so fucking sweet.”

Growing impatient, you watch as he finally takes his aching cock back out from its confinements. Now an angry shade of red dons the tip, leaking another pearly bead from his slit. He was even harder than before if that was even possible. 

He runs his tip through your folds, catching your clit. That had your back arching, gasping into the sensation. 

“Yeah, that's it.”

He lined himself up with your entrance, breaching slightly. Nothing ever prepared you for the size, always a stretch no matter how many times he had fucked you. 

It was something he relished in each time you were together. Knowing that no one else could fill you up like he could.

He pushed in. Slowly, inch by inch. Your mouth falling open. Toes curling in your shoes. 

Once he reached the hilt, he quickly pulled out and snapped his hips back into yours. Punching the air from your lungs eliciting a moan so loud you were sure someone the next county over could hear. 

“God you're so tight. I missed this pussy.” His face tightened with pleasure, mouth falling slack at the feeling of your walls practically strangling his cock. 

There was no preamble as he sets a near brutal pace, fingers tight around your hips holding you in place sure to leave bruises in their wake. Punching little uh, uh, uhs from you with each upward thrust. 

“That's it. That's fucking it. Who's pussy is this huh?” He growled down at you. 

Too dazed to realize he had asked you a question, already cock drunk, he stopped mid thrust grabbing your jaw forcing you to look up at him, applying so much pressure your lips formed a small pout. 

“I asked you a fucking question. Who's pussy is this?” He loosened his grip so you could answer as he began to piston his hips once more. 

“Yours. It's…mmmm… fuck, all yours Gator.” you managed to squeak out as he placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing lazy circles into the bundle of nerves. 

He moved his other hand, tightening it around your throat, pinning you there as your own hands grasped his wrist and forearm. 

He pounded into your sopping cunt. Eyes trained to where the two of you connected, watching as his fat cock moves in and out. Enamored with the way you took him so well.

His hard length ramming into that spot within you that only he could ever seem to find, over and over, as his assault on your clit never ceased.

He knew that look, your eyes closing in anticipation of tipping over the edge. 

“Yeah? That it sweet thing? You gonna cum all over my dick?” 

“Ahhhh,” is all you could respond. He loosened the grip on your throat slightly. He wanted to hear the noises he could pull from you. 

“Come on, my little badge bunny, cum f’me. I want to feel her grip me.” 

He removed his hand entirely, bending down close to your ear, breath hot on your neck. He braced himself trying not to completely crush you beneath him. 

“Be a good girl and cum. I'll give her what she really wants. Fill her up nice so everyone knows who this pussy belongs to. Make your belly all full and round. Everyone in this fuckin' town’ll know who you belong to. You want that? I know you do.” 

His mouth was good for one thing and the filthy words falling from his lips was all it took. 

Your orgasm hit hard, the sparks behind your eyes were blinding. You didn't have time to warn him as your pussy clamped down pulsing around him, trying to milk him. 

You found purchase gripping his shoulders, screaming his name as you came. Just the way he likes. 

He stopped toying with your clit to chase his own release. He wasn't far behind you, his thrusts becoming erratic. 

He spilled into you with a loud groan and a string of words, coming out so fast you barely understood, “fuck iloveyou ilovethispussy gonnafuckin’knockyouup fuck fuck fuck.” 

He continued a few more thrusts into your already overstimulated pussy before finally stilling. 

He practically collapses on top of you. Face planted in between your neck and shoulder, he stays like for a few moments until he's breathing normally again. 

He raised up, looking for any signs of distress from you. 

“Sorry, you ok?” A sweeter tone to his voice, as he kissed your cheek. 

“M’fine. You okay baby? Roy being a dick today?” You cooed, hand to his cheek, thumb rubbing soothingly there. 

He saved these late night rendezvous for days he had a particularly hard day at work. 

His usually slick backed hair was falling into his face, as he nodded. “Yeah, but I'm better now. Ready to get home?” 

“Ready when you are, big boy.” You smiled deeply at him as his lips met yours.

It was a slow, needy kiss. His slightly chapped, wind bitten lips melted into yours as you pulled him closer. The tenderness a stark contrast to the way he fucked you moments before. 

He pulled back, landing one more peck before raising up and letting himself slip from you. You winced, already missing the way he filled you. 

He helped you into your panties muttering “don't want any of that going anywhere.” As you rolled your eyes. Thank God for birth control. 

He took your hand and helped you from the truck, kissing your temple.  

“See ya’ at home sweet thing.” Smacking your ass as you walked ahead of him to your car. 

Yeah, Gator may have been a lot of things. A jerk, asshole, sometimes misogynist (which he was working on, thanks to you) but he only had eyes for you. His sweet girl. 

And you were right about one thing. If anyone else dared to look at you the wrong way he'd kill’m. God help the poor soul who got on the wrong side of your man on a bad day.

[muldermuse]

two sinners (Gator Tillman X F!Reader)

ok so this is feral and I wrote it in a day bc I could feel it rotting away in my brain

Gator Tillman is a horrible guy and reader wants to get him back.

18+ only!!! Smut below. Smut includes piv sex, infidelity (pretty big thing), Gator is mean but so is reader, oral (f receiving), rimming (m receiving), slutshaming, mention of anal (f receiving), mention of cuffs used as restraints, brief nipple play, use of the word whore/slut, spitting, dirty talk, praise kink, stalking???. If any of that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.

this could be a multi part fic. It was fun to write and I enjoy the dynamic so lemme know if u enjoyed!!!

He’s barely out of you by the time he says it this time. “That’s the last fuckin’ time I do this shit, we’re done”. He spits it at you like it’s acid on his tongue. 

You’re lying on your bed completely naked as his come is slowly dripping out of you onto your linen. The first few times you’d done this, you put on fresh linen and lit a floral candle. He never appreciated it so you stopped. His statement would hurt you a lot more if this wasn’t becoming a regular occurrence. It’s become a routine; something it was never supposed to be. 

He visits your home, fucks you however you want him to, makes you come as many times as he can, he feels guilt as soon as he finishes, he splashes cold water over his face in your en suite bathroom (leaves it in puddles across your tiled floor and organised surfaces) and then grabs his things and storms out. He’ll be back before the end of the week- he always is.

You’re getting tired of it. It should be harder now he has a girlfriend and you’re seeing a few guys from the local area. But it isn’t. You’re unsure why.

He tells you he hasn’t slept with Glenda yet. His daddy loves her, thinks she’s the sweetest thing he’s ever seen and he’s been vocal about his dislike of you. You think he’s a fucking idiot so you guess it’s good that the feeling is mutual. Gator can’t be with anyone his daddy doesn’t like, you’ve heard him brag about how he could get any gal he wants but you know it’s not true. You’re pretty sure that Gator knows that as well deep down. 

You were sleeping together before he got with Glenda. Glenda is a church girl and his daddy’s protege. Roy sets them up and tells Gator he’s been blessed to have Glenda enter his life. Whereas, Roy thinks you have sin in your heart and you know that you do. You believe him that he hasn’t slept with her yet, if he does- it makes the whole relationship real. This is something that you know Gator is trying to avoid. His head is buried deep beneath the sand and he’s trying to find air holes to catch his breath before he suffocates. 

You’re sleeping with other people, like Jax from the local store and Steve from the bar. Neither know about each other or about your Gator situation. Jax and Steve take you out on dates and fuck you in their cars and their homes. It’s passionate and sweet. It’s filled with promises and hope. Gator fucks you like he’s trying to get expel something deadly from his body. Gator’s a terrible person and you know that you are too. This is why you’re done with him, not for Glenda or Roy Tillman. Certainly not for Jax and Steve. You’re done because you want him to want you more than he ever has before. He’s an asshole and you want him more desperate than ever for you. You hear him spit in your sink as he comes back into the bedroom. 

“You say this shit all the time Gator. What if I’m done with you huh?” You’re still naked and you can feel his cum drying on your inner thighs.

“You’re the one who always comes crawlin’ back to me remember? Jus’ a fuckin’ whore- that’s why I liked usin’ you though so don’t take it personal”. He giggles cruelly as he shrugs his jacket back on. 

His words don’t hurt, a few months ago they would’ve made your stomach drop and tears prick in your eyes. But now? It just fuels you. 

“Go back to Glenda, Gator”. That will hurt him. You never say her name, you only do it because that sentence is the equivalent of a scorching red hot poker branding his sensitive skin. 

“Don’t say her fuckin’ name”. Anger flashes across his eyes. “I am so fuckin’ done with you and I mean it”. You want to laugh at how powerful he perceives his words to be. 

“You say fuckin’ shit you don’t mean all the time Gator. It’s like breathing to you”. You wrap a bedsheet around you and get up to stand in front of him. 

“That’s it then, you’re done with this right?” He nods. “I don’t wanna see your fuckin’ face or hear from you again. Don’t text me, don’t casually come into my work and don’t fuckin’ turn up here.

Get the fuck out of my fuckin’ house, Gator”

***

Two weeks pass with nothing. You can’t say you’re not impressed. He doesn’t glance at you when you see him on the street. He doesn’t call or text. 

Glenda shares pictures on Facebook of the pair of them. She looks happy and he looks uncomfortable. You think that that sums up the entire relationship. You know he’s going to break and speak to you; it’s just waiting.

You carry on seeing Jax and Steve. Jax takes you to a drive in movie theatre and goes down on you on the backseat for the entire movie. He buys you your favourite candies and chips for the ride there and back. He makes you laugh and asks if you want to make it official- you tell him you don’t. He asks when he can see you again. 

Steve takes you to a new steakhouse. He gets you a bottle of red wine and when you don’t like how your steak is cooked; he swaps your plates. You go back to his place and ride him on the couch in his living room. You spend the entire time thinking about how you couldn’t do this with Gator because he lives with his daddy. Before you leave, Steve gives you a necklace with your birthstone on. He tells you how much you mean to him, you thank him and drive home. 

You don’t miss Gator. You don’t feel positively about him at all. You just like that he wants you and you like the power you hold over him. If you wanted to ruin his life you could. You could tell his daddy and Glenda that he loves fucking a sinner. That he’s fucked you in every possible way they could imagine and he loves it. You could tell them about how he’s been that pussydrunk on you; he’s told you he’s in love with you. Or maybe about how after you ate his ass on his daddy’s dining room table, he told you he wanted to run away with you and that he’d already looked into it and started storing money away. You didn’t say anything back to him, you just stored away these love drunk confessions so you could use them against him. 

Gator Tillman is the worst guy you know.

And he makes you feel fucking powerful.

***

It takes 4 weeks in total for him to break. 

[received on Monday at 04:32] Gator🐍💩: are u going to the church potluck on Saturday

[received on Monday at 10:12] Gator🐍💩: just bc u went last year, know it’s not ur scene tho. 

[received on Monday at 15:05] Gator🐍💩: im goin with Glenda so just don’t want it to be awkward

[received at Tuesday at 01:54] Gator🐍💩: ?? Do you have a new number? 

He calls you three times on Wednesday. 

You ignore every text and every ring. 

His patrol car is parked over the street from you on Thursday. He knows you leave for work at half 6 in the morning. You know you’ll see him again, probably during lunch as he is so fucking predictable. Every Thursday, you go for a bagel at a local deli because you love the mid week special. You can already picture his car parked outside there on the curb waiting for you. So you know it’s a great time to invite your new, very handsome, colleague called Jenson along. Jenson is new to the department and is a quarterback for a local team. He’s made his attraction to you pretty clear, he brings in a coffee for you every morning and has asked you out for drinks before. 

You offer to drive Jenson to the deli and, of course, Gator’s car is parked out front. He sees you but you don’t look at him. You can feel his eyes burning into you and Jenson. You grip Jenson’s bicep and throw your head back in a giggle and something mediocrely funny that he said. As you get closer to Gator’s car, you politely smile at him and squeeze Jenson’s arm tighter. 

[received on Thursday at 21:45] Gator🐍💩: Jenson Ackerley????? really??? that guys a fuckin asshold

[received on Thursday at 22:35] Gator🐍💩: *asshole

Instead of replying to Gator, you spend Thursday evening exchanging flirty texts with Jenson. You invite him to the Potluck on Sunday and ask if he wants to come back to your place for dessert. 

***

He reaches new levels of desperation on Friday.

“Hi, it’s Joe on reception. I’m really sorry to disturb you on your lunch. I have Sheriff Tillman here and he just wants to come to your office if that’s okay?”

You’re sat alone preparing for the rest of your day when Joe’s call comes through. Jenson has finished early for the day and gave you a bouquet of flowers before he left. He smiled when he gave them to you and said he couldn’t wait to spend the day with you on Sunday. 

You’re excited as well but for a different reason.

“Hi Joe, I’m sorry but can you tell Gator that I’m just having my lunch with Mr Ackerley so I don’t have time for a chat”

You can hear Gator speaking in the distance after Joe relays your message to him.

“He says it will only take a few minutes”

“Can you apologise for me Joe and tell him that Mr Ackerley and I will see him on Sunday at his Father’s potluck”

You hear Joe recite the message verbatim for Gator. Although you can’t see it, you can imagine the look of disgust on his face and it makes you grin.

You spend Friday evening texting Jenson and telling him in detail what you’re going to do when you get back to your home on Sunday. He asks if you want to ‘skip straight to dessert’ and miss the potluck. You tell him you can’t because you’re planning to see a friend. You don’t tell him who it is.

***

You wear an outfit you know Gator will love on Sunday. It’s a pale green flouncy dress which pushes your tits up and looks amazing. Your hair is half up half down and your make up is dewy with a strawberry scented lip gloss brushed over your lips. You text Jenson and ask him to bring an extra coat for you to wear because you’ll be cold. He doesn’t ask why you don’t just wear your own.

Jenson tells you how beautiful you look on your doorstep and he hands you another bouquet. It’s white peonies and he says it nearly matches your outfit. As you laugh at him, you pull his face to yours to kiss him. He drives to the potluck in his truck and you listen to a country album he’s been telling you about. You haven’t brought a meal but Jenson’s mom has made some pasta salad so you’ll pass that off as your own. His hand stays on your upper thigh the entire ride.

The first person you see at the potluck is Glenda. She looks great, you have to admit. Her blonde hair is in a tight bun sitting at the nape of her neck. Her dress is long, black and covers her body. A diamond crucifix hangs around her neck and you know that Roy made his son buy that for her as a token of his love for her.

You and Glenda don’t get on. You know she doesn’t suspect anything about you and Gator; her mind wouldn’t even dare think about it. You’ve known her since high school and you could lie and say that the only reason you don’t like her is because you existed in different social groups. It isn’t because of that. It’s because Glenda is a truly and fundamentally awful person. You recognised in your younger years that she enjoyed making people miserable. Shaming people about their relationships to god and judging everyone from afar.

She smiles politely at Jenson as he puts his hand on your lower back. She tries not to scowl at you as you hand her the dish of pasta salad. You know she thinks you look like a slut, she’ll definitely run to her friends and tell them about how disgraceful it is that you’ve come into a church community looking like a whore. You smile harder when you think about how Gator has fucked you in his patrol car whilst you wore this dress.

Jenson goes to the grand table in the centre of the hall. As he’s pouring a cup of punch for both of you, he gets accosted by two of Glenda’s friends who take their time complimenting him all the while smirking at you. You feel a presence next to you, you cross your arms to push your tits higher as you turn around.

“Oh, hi Roy, didn’t hear you sneakin’ up on me”. Your grin to him is saccharine and he snarls in response.

“I don’t remember invitin’ you to this, for the church community only. A community you are not part of so it’s time to go”. His voice is gruff and as you go to respond; you see Gator.

You make eye contact across the hall. He looked stressed and then as soon as he saw you; it flickered to what you can only imagine is rage. Glenda is talking away at him and he’s not looking at her. His eyes are trailing up and down your body. He recognises the dress. Jenson obscures your view as he stands in front of you holding out a cup of punch. He wraps his arm around you and whispers lowly in your ear that he’s spiked both of your cups with liquor from his flask. You giggle back at him, get on your tiptoes and press a soft kiss to his jaw.

Although you think it would be hilarious, you want to avoid an interaction with you, Jenson, Glenda and Gator. At this point, you’re unsure if Gator’s heart could take it. Jenson gets pulled away by Glenda’s friends to help arrange the plates for the potluck dishes and of course he does it. He kisses you before he goes and as your lips touch; your eyes never leave Gator’s.

***

It takes twenty minutes for him to grab your wrist and pull you into an empty room. Everyone is too preoccupied with grabbing plates to notice you both leave.

“Real fuckin’ nice. Comin’ here dressed like a fuckin’ slut and can’t keep your fuckin’ hands off some shitty quarterback. You know what people think of you, right?” He’s in your face, the spit from his lips is hitting your mouth and cheeks. 

He’s so mad.

And, of course, you fucking love it.

“Surprisingly Gator, I don’t give a fuck what your fuckin’ church girl or asshole daddy think of me…I know what you think about me though”. You move in closer to him and he doesn’t try to back away. His eyes bore into yours and you can hear him try to steady his breath. You can imagine his heart thundering away in his chest. You rest your hands on his vest and slowly unzip it.

“You think I’m a good girl. You’ve said it before- remember? You’ve said it when you fucked me in your patrol car…”

Your fingers move to unbutton his shirt.

“You whispered it to me when Glenda was downstairs and you had me on my knees sucking your cock in your daddy’s bathroom…she had no idea we were in there did she?” You giggle lightly as you feel his heart rate thumping quickly under your fingers.

“And you definitely thought I was a good girl that time you fucked my ass in your bed. Remember? We used the handcuffs, I think you called it me a few times…yeah you definitely did. You said I was such a good fucking girl”.

His shirt is half unbuttoned and his chest is basically heaving under the strain of his rapid heartbeat. You can feel his hard dick pressing into you, you smile at him and take a step back.

“I gotta go though, Jenson is probably waiting for me. We’ll probably shoot off soon, he said- he said, ha, that we’d have dessert back at my place. Who knows? Maybe he’ll get lucky tonight…he probably thinks I’m a good girl too. Maybe I can be his good girl from now on”.

He storms past you, his shoulder barging into yours on his way past and for a second, you’re devastated. Maybe you pushed him too far? Are you going to have to wait another four weeks for him to cave.

But he doesn’t leave.

He just locks the door and pushes a table against it as quietly as he can.

***

He grabs your hips and pulls them towards him.

“You fuckin’ feel that right? You feel how fuckin’ hard you make me. I’ve had this since I fuckin’ left your place four weeks ago. I fuckin’ hate you…I’ve fuckin’ missed you”. You’re not sure you would classify it as a kiss, it’s more like he’s shoving his face against yours.

He runs his hand through your hair and grips it; the power of it forces you to open your mouth. You stick your tongue out and give him your best doe eyes. He smirks and nibbles your jaw. Hard but not hard enough to leave any kind of mark. You maintain eye contact as he spits in your mouth. He raises his eyebrows at you and you swallow without objection. He smirks as you open your mouth and stick your tongue back out.

He kisses your neck and bites it lightly as you fight the urge to run your hands through his hair (Heaven forbid you mess up his slicked back hair).

“Baby, we gotta be quick. They might come lookin’ for us” he mumbles against your neck.

You go to bend over the table pushed against the door but Gator stops you before you can flip your dress up to grant him access.

“No baby, I need to see you. Missed your fuckin’ face too much…wanna watch you get e’en prettier when I make you come” 

He kisses you hard as he pushes you down against the table. He gets on his knees in front of you like your pussy is a biblical experience. He kisses your clit through your lace underwear and gently nips it with his teeth. 

“Gator, we don’t have time to tease” you try your hardest not to moan outwardly as you speak. You can’t let him know how much he’s affecting you, even though how wet he’s making you has completely given it away. 

He rips your underwear off and pulls your tits out of your dress. He takes them between his hands and rolls your nipples with his thumb and forefinger. You can hear him mumbling under his breath but you can’t work out what he’s saying. He always gets transfixed with your boobs. 

He doesn’t warn you as he notches his cock into you. You’re wet enough that he slides in with one motion. He’s on your mouth before there’s a chance for a moan to slip out. He thrusts into you slow and deep, he nudges your g spot and your eyes roll back into your head as he slips his tongue into your mouth. 

The only sounds filling the room is the soft rhythmic creak of the wooden table, the steady thrusts of Gator’s cock into you and the stifled moans slipping into each others mouths. It’s all too much, the noises, Gator’s cock perfectly grazing your g spot, his tongue in your mouth and the thought that he’s doing this mere feet away from his daddy and girlfriend. Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere and as you squeeze his cock, Gator puts his hand over your mouth and shushes you but he doesn’t stop fucking you. Your eyes roll into the back of his head as you hear him curse above you. This is the most intense sex you’ve ever had with him. 

It is so worth the wait.

You know he’s getting close; he has obvious tells that you could recite perfectly. His left leg starts to twitch, his mouth slightly hangs open and his eyes glaze over. He also either gets sentimental or speaks like he’s in a shitty Brazzers porn video. This time it’s a mix of the two. 

“Take my fuckin’ come, you take it so fuckin’ good. It’s all yours- it’s all yours”. He thrusts hard inside you twice before he stills. He rests his forehead against yours and presses a soft kiss to your lips.  You allow yourself a few seconds to enjoy his tenderness. 

You readjust your dress as Gator moves the table away from the door. You slip on Jenson’s coat as you walk over to the locked door. 

“I meant what I said y’know…I’ve missed you”. Again, you’re back in the routine. You know it well and you can’t deny how much you enjoy it. He’s going to ask to fuck you tonight, he’ll promise that it’ll be special- that’s what he usually says. 

He moves to interlock his pinky finger with yours. 

“Get rid of Jenson and let me come round tonight. Tell him you’re sick or somethin’. I wanna…I mean… I gotta to make it up to you. I’ll tell Glenda that I picked up an extra shift. That gives us all night an’ we can take our time”. 

As you open your mouth to respond, you hear a knock on the door and Jenson’s voice calling out. 

“You in there hon? I think I’m gonna head out…really fancy dessert. Y’know, if you catch my drift”. 

*** 

You tell Jenson in the car that you’re not feeling well. He’s a good guy and offers to stay and look after you. When you say no, he asks for a coffee date later this week and you agree.

As you see his reverse out of your driveway; you text Gator that he can come round if he’s here in the next hour. 

He’s back in your bed in less than forty minutes.

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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…

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the divine encounter (18+) - gator tillman x innocent!religious!reader | word count - 2.8k

ᡣ𐭩 part 2

It was in the middle of Sunday mass that Gator Tillman spotted you. You wore a too-short-for-church dress, a snug cardigan covering your upper half. Your hair bounced off your back each time you kneeled, stood up, and kneeled again to pray. You were utterly fascinating from behind, the bounce of your hair mesmerizing, the curve of your body mouth watering. When you turned to shake other church goers hands, following instructions from the priest to share thanks with the congregation, Gator caught sight of your face – angelic. Gator knew he had to have you. 

“Back row of church,” Gator’s father, Roy, mutters under his breath. “All because you had to stare at yourself in the god-damn mirror and make us late for church. Now we have to stand in the back like some common folk.” Roy jabs the flesh of Gator’s ribs with his pointer and middle finger, digging into Gator’s skin until he wriggles away. 

Gator only sighs softly in response, inaudible to his father’s ears. He lets his mind wander to plan what he’ll say to you, occupying his mind away from church’s tedious rituals and his father’s wrath. Quietly, he thanks himself for spending too long in the bathroom and making his family late for church: he never would have spotted you if they were sitting in the front row, like usual, and you were behind him. 

Church finishes with the shake of the choirs tambourine and the high-pitched sound of Gator’s father singing proudly, his wife Karen squeaking along beside him. Gator only played along as religious to please his father; he always felt a million miles away from reality when he attends church with his father, step mother, and half-sisters. 

Gator watches as you and your own family exit the pew, filing into the center aisle in the middle of church. The small congregation mingles throughout the confines of the church, the priest making his rounds too. You have your hands clasped in front of you, a small smile on your mouth as you greet people. You play the role of innocent, your hair tucked behind your ears, cheeks tinted pink, but Gator doesn’t buy it, not for one second. 

Gator turns to tell his father that he’ll be right back, but he notices his father has already left the pew, annoyed with his son’s ogling at the rest of the churchgoers being social. Gator files out of the pew, joining his father and step mother who are gathered in a small group of community members, supporters of his father's. Off to the side, his half-sisters run up and down the steps outside that lead into the back of the church, squealing carelessly. 

With his father occupied, surely for a few minutes, Gator takes the opportunity to approach you. You hang back from your family, eyes wandering to the stained-glass windows that line the walls of the church. How has he never noticed you before? 

“You look bored,” Gator says, coming up from behind you. He startles you, watching your eyes widen when you turn, your gaze lifting to meet his eyes.

“Forgive me, but I don’t find church… stimulating.” You say, re-folding your hands in front of you. You lean against the end of a pew, angling your body towards Gator. You feel pleased, too, when you notice how Gator’s eyes trickle down your body, taking in the shape of your figure. 

Gator chuckles softly, lifting his hands up. “I don’t either but don’t tell my father that.” He lets his body soften, not wanting to show you his sharp edges so soon. 

“Your secret is safe with me,” you say, your voice a low hum. Silence lingers between you and Gator, only the sound of the rest of the church mingling filling the gap in your conversation. 

Gator wipes his hand on his pants, then puts it out in front of you. “I’m Gator,” he says with assertiveness. “Gator Tillman.” 

“Well, Gator, Gator Tillman; it’s nice to meet you.” You say teasingly. Already you were intrigued with Gator’s presence, feeling the urge to run your fingertips across the contours of his strikingly gorgeous face. “I’m y/n.” 

Gator cracks a smile, amused with your sense of humor. Gator had grown tired of the girls in Lehigh; bored of their lack of ambition, their inability to be sexually curious. All they did was lay on their backs, legs parted, letting him use their bodies to please himself. Sure, Gator liked the ability to blow off some steam, take time off to do something other than be yelled at by his father or hunt down law-breaking citizens. But he had grown empty and hollow; he wanted something more, something different. 

“Are you new to Lehigh? I don’t think I recognize you and I know everyone in this town.” Gator asks, his curiosity getting the best of him. 

You nod, leaning forward to gently tug down your dress. As you lean forward, the fabric of your dress puckers, allowing for a clear view into the top of your dress. Gator gulps as he catches the sight of your bra-lessness, and the gold cross necklace that rests on your chest, sparkling against the low-lit lights in the church. You straighten your posture, pretending to be oblivious to the stunt you just pulled. A flip of excitement forms in your lower abdomen. “Brand new. My dad was just transferred to the police department here.” 

Gator raises his eyebrows, attempting to ignore the way his chest thumped against his ribs, the bulge he could feel beginning to grow in his pants. “That’s wild, my dad is the police chief in Lehigh.” 

You coo, crossing your arms against your chest. “I knew your last name sounded familiar. So, you’re the bad-boy they told me to stay away from.” 

Gator frowns now, disappointed that you have already been warned against interacting with him. You sense his demeanor change and you’re quick to do damage control. “I’m kidding. Plus, I don’t listen to my parents anyway.” 

Gator bites at his bottom lip, feeling the need to slip his leather jacket off, the heat of the church becoming overbearing. “Do you want to have a smoke? They’re in my truck.” 

You glance towards your parents who are enthralled in an animated conversation with the priest, obviously occupied and unlikely to notice if you disappear for a few minutes. “Sure.” 

The weather outside is frigid, winter approaching at a fast pace. Your bare skin puckers against the cold air, goosebumps forming on your thighs. You follow closely behind Gator as you make your way to his truck. It’s an older model, a deep blue, or is it a dark brown? He opens the passenger side door for you, closing it gently once you’re sitting in the seat. Gator walks around the car, getting into the driver’s seat. He imagines turning the car on, driving you back to his home, fucking you endlessly until you couldn’t walk – but sitting beside you in his car to smoke would have to do for now. 

Gator leans across your body, fumbling with the glove compartment. The small door drops open, a pile of colorful, empty vape cartridges rattle inside. Gator inches closer, allowing the strong scent of his cologne to radiate off of him. Your eyes flutter, suddenly feeling an intense hunger for Gator in your abdomen. You shift in your seat, allowing Gator to access the glove compartment. 

Gator grasps the vape he had been using before he went into church, and hands it to you to use first. In all honesty, you had never smoked or vaped before. Nonetheless, you took the vape from Gator, grasping the neon green cartridge in your hand, bringing it to your lips and then inhaling. The faux smoke fills your lungs, and you cough, eyebrows knitted in disgust as a light watermelon taste fills your throat. You hold your hand out, returning the item back to Gator. 

Gator laughs, watching you cough. “You don’t smoke, do you?”

You shake your head, attempting to smack away the flavor from your mouth. “No.” 

Gator leans against his seat, his eyes lingering on the hem of your dress that creeps higher and higher on your thighs with each movement you make. Sitting there in his passenger seat, an innocence radiating off of you that he’s convinced is for show makes him wonder how old you are. “How old are you anyway?” 

You blow out between your lips, staring straight forward, knowing there is no use in attempting to make yourself older – you will always look young and innocent. “Nineteen.” 

Gator whistles, taking a hit from his neon green vape. “We got a young one right here.” 

You give Gator a please don’t look which only makes Gator laugh. “I’m just messin’ with you. It’s not like anyone would call the cops. Hell, I am the cops.” You smile, wishing Gator would skip the playful banter and touch you. 

“Do you have a girlfriend?” you ask, choosing to be unaware that this question is random and forward. 

Gator laughs again, shaking his head. Gator, in all his twenty-seven years of life, had never had a girlfriend; he wasn’t the dating type. Though, he doesn’t feel like admitting that to you. “No.” 

You hum, satisfied. You were pent up, your sexual desires beginning to overrule your rationality. You were a good girl, under the watch over your overbearing, strict parents. You were to save your virginity for the man you marry, and because of that, and other temptations that teenagers face, your parents never let you out of their sight. In your old hometown, the boys were similar to trolls, making it easy to stay celibate. Now, however, sitting beside Gator who’s a man, his wandering eye making it obvious that he was attracted to you, you were no longer convinced your virginity belongs to your future husband – it belongs to Gator Tillman. It doesn’t matter to you that you have just met Gator; God may work in mysterious ways, but sexual desire works even more mysteriously. 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Gator hears himself ask. His stomach grumbles in anticipation for your answer. He’s pleased when you shake your head no; mostly he’s pleased he doesn’t have to fight another guy to have you for himself. 

“You’re awfully pretty, you know.” Gator says, his hand reaching out to brush his fingertips across your bare and exposed thighs. The feeling of his skin brushing against yours makes your skin shiver, your core tighten with lust. 

“So are you,” you say, you’re voice coming out lower then you anticipated. Your fingertips toy with the hem of your dress, trying to restrain yourself from your temptations. It’s no use though, your desires overcome your attempts to control yourself. 

You lean across the center console of Gator’s truck, holding on to the side of the driver’s seat chair. You break Gator’s personal bubble, though he’s not complaining, and push your lips into his. Gator his quick to let his fingertips intertwine in your hair, bringing you closer to his body. With one hand, he cradles your face, with the other he places on your hip. You sigh softly against his mouth, the taste of his tongue and the flavor of his vape infiltrating your lips. 

Gator’s heart thumps against his chest, your proposition catching him off guard. The feeling of your small body pressed against his, your mouth working in unison with his - he is sure he has entered through gates of heaven. Moving his hand from your hip, he grasps your forearm, pulling you onto his lap. You make stealthy movements to navigate yourself onto his lap, yet in the process your rear end brushes against the horn, causing you to jolt in surprise. You laugh softly against Gator’s mouth, and you can feel a smile forming on his. 

Now placed comfortably on Gator’s lap, your legs straddling him, you cup his face with both of your hands, deepening your kiss. Gator groans softly, and you can feel him growing hard against your bare legs. Oh, how you want him so bad. 

Acting on impulse, Gator lets his hand wander down the length of your body, his fingertips brushing against your panties. You flush feeling his hand against your most sensitive part, wishing you had picked out more grown-up panties that aren’t so frilly. 

The feeling of Gator inching closer to touching you begins to make your nerves fray, your head spin. This is the farthest you’ve ever gone with someone; what will Gator think of your lack of experience? 

Gator is in his own world, unaware of how your body has tensed the second he put his fingers against your panties. He toys with the edge of your underwear, building up the tension before he plunges his digits inside of you. He has a dying ache to know how you’d feel around his fingers, let alone his cock. With one swift movement, he pushes your panties aside, his fingers finding their way into you with ease. Gator can’t help but smile when you gasp sharply, your lips parting from his. Gator moves his fingers in and out of you rhythmically, moans babbling out of you uncontrollably. 

“Such a good girl,” Gator mumbles, feeling how wet you are beneath your panties. Your arousal dribbles down your thighs, down his forearms. He wonders how you taste, how it would feel to have your thighs wrapped around his head. 

You feel your body relax as soon Gator’s fingers enter you, and you feel your body respond to the pleasure by rolling your hips against his hand. You hold onto his shoulders, your head leaning back in bliss. Gator takes the opportunity to kiss the front of your throat, and down your chest, maneuvering around the gold cross that rests against your chest. ‘Lord forgive me,’ he thinks to himself. Gator’s mind flips to all the other ways he could pleasure you, putting the back seats in his truck to good use. 

You are both in your own world together, not noticing that the rest of the church is beginning to file out the front and side of the building. Your eyes have fluttered shut in pleasure, cracking open occasionally to make eye contact with Gator. It’s then that you notice the side door of the church opening and elderly people begin to exit. You gasp loudly, causing Gator to come back to reality. The bulge in his pants aches, his arousal growing stronger.

“Oh no,” you squeak, climbing off of Gator’s lap. Your cunt feels empty without his long and nimble fingers filling you. You want to know what he cock feels like, how large he is; you just know he’s big. You curse in your mind, hoping that you’ll get a second chance to find out soon.

Gator looks in front of him, letting you get off his lap. His eyes grow wide when he sees his father, still deep in conversation, round the front corner of the church. His heart stops, however, when he sees your father standing in the distance, eyes trained on his truck. “Shit, there’s your dad.” 

You look up, your skin beginning to crawl. You quickly re-adjust your clothes and open the passenger door. “I-I’ve got to go. I’ll see you around, Gator.” You offer a small, flushed smile. You feel like you must look stupid, wide-eyed; surely he could sense your inexperience, right? Unbeknownst to you, all Gator can think about is how beautiful you are, the way your blush creeps across the bridge of your nose, the way your eyes glitter against the sun. Gator can’t wait until the next time he can get his hands on you. 

“Hi daddy,” you say, quickening your pace to reach your father. Just in his body language, you can tell you and Gator weren’t so slick in hiding your activities together. Your father had made it very clear that you were to stay away from Gator Tillman. “That boy is trouble, y/n, and so is his father. We must not get wrapped up in their wrongdoings.” Your father had said when you first moved to Lehigh, his words firm. 

“Princess, what were you doing in Gator’s car?” Your father asks, his suspicions clear on his face. He knew from the second he met Gator that he was trouble, the rest of the police squad confirming his assumptions. Seeing you in Gator’s truck, so smitten so quickly, he knows you and he will be trouble if left alone together. 

“We were just praying together, daddy.” You hum, innocently. Your father’s eyes linger on you, his eyebrows knitting together further and further until the creases on his forehead begin to show. He takes in your messy hair, your flushed cheeks, your disheveled dress-straps. He looks until he can’t take it anymore. 

“Say a rosary as soon as you get home.” Your father grumbles, turning around on his heel, hoping the grace of the Lord can guide you in a better direction. You nod, following close behind him silently.

As you follow your father towards your family’s car, you glance over your shoulder, catching Gator’s eyes one last time. 

[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

slutty saturday: tongue kissing with gator/season 4 steve/baron?

oooh okay nonnie, how about all three? 🤭

content warnings: penetration (yum) 😌✨

Gator:

you’re in the backseat of his SUV. parked a little ways away from the gas station and it’s late at night. you’re almost folded up against the window, gator is pressed on top of you, one hand behind your head and the other gripping your outer thigh tightly. the kisses were needy, his phone ringing with questions and insults from his father, he was needed somewhere in 10 minutes. but not as much as he was needed right now. your tongue rode along his bottom lip with a kiss, as he pulled back with a smirk. ‘yeah?’ he’d mumble lowly as you nod, his mouth capturing yours again as his tongue slid against your lip too. the next kiss was messier, tongues rolling over each other ruthlessly, met with moans from the both of you as your hands gripped at his shoulders tightly. his hips grind down against yours, the camouflage pants straining with his need. “please, need you Gator, fuck the fucking job.” contemplation crossed his face as he thought about taking you on the backseat of his car. but all the blood was rushing through his cock and his mind was only focused on your breathy gasps at each roll of his hips against yours. ‘fuck it.’ he groaned, unbuckling his pants. as he reached in to palm at himself, his phone buzzed. his dad yelled at him to get a move on and he’d sit up in defeat, shuffling his hips slightly to try and tame the hardness that had grown. “this doesn’t end here, sweetheart.”

(i’m ovulating at this already but onwards we go)

Season 4! Steve:

I’m imagining lunch break. You’d taken him some sandwiches and sodas, smiling at him as you walked through the door of Family Video. As the bell rung, he slid round the side of the checkout, calling out to Robin that he was going on lunch as his arm came round your waist and his lips pressed to your temple. But as per usual, food barely got touched as he pressed your back against the door to the break room. Reaching down behind your hips, he’d lock the door before gripping your ass and pulling your lower half against his. Your mouths couldn’t get enough of each other. Desperate hands trailing along the inside of his work vest, underneath his stripy polo shirt and gripping at the skin of his waist as you pull him closer. Steve’s needy fingertips trail through the back of your hair, tugging lightly as the other works at unbuttoning your pants. It’s not long before he’s laid you out on the break room desk, deep inside you with his jeans around his ankles. You sit up as best you can, arms around his shoulders for stability as he fucks the both of you to oblivion. Dipping his head down to meet your mouth again, he mumbles an ‘open up’ to which you let your tongue hang out over your bottom lip. Steve lets his tongue roll over yours, as both tips flick against each other hungrily. It stays that way, until the pulsation of each other’s highs brings your mouths together to silence each other, aware of customers outside the break room. Even once you were dressed, couple of sips of soda and a satisfied kiss goodbye to Steve, he let his tongue slip in your mouth at the door of Family Video, as a reminder that once his shift was up, you’d get it again.

(i’m fucking squealing by the way, if you see my thighs clenching no you don’t)

Baron:

“Now what’re you doin’?” Baron says softly as you climb onto his lap. Y’all would be sat on his bedroom floor eating some spare Moon Pies but his silly doe eyes kept distracting you. They’d stay staring up at you as you sat down against his hips, blinking a couple times as he felt the weight and warmth of you against him. “Just wanna kiss you, Baron.” You’d whisper, stroking his hair behind his freshly-tinged pink ears. “Oh yeah? I just wanna kiss you too. All the time actually, in the morning, in the afternoon -“ His sweet rambling would be cut short as you pressed your lips to his softly, cupping either side of his face as you felt him melt into you. After a few minutes of sweet nose nudges and gentle kisses, his hands would grip your hips a little tighter and you’d feel why right underneath your lap. “What do you need, angel?” You’d whisper against his lips, smiling as his breath hitches. “Use your words for me.” You’d whisper again, kissing his bottom lip and biting down on it carefully. “Need you, want you.” He’d eventually reply, his hips bucking only slightly up into yours. After some awkward shuffling and positioning, you’d eventually be sat right on his cock, feeling it bottom out inside you as you stilled and adjusted to him. His pretty eyes would be wide as they looked up at you, his mouth open and drying out as he too, let himself adapt to the feeling of you around him. As if by instinct, your tongue darted out against his lips, wetting them for him before kissing him deeply. Fingers winding in his hair as you tugged it, moans spilling from his mouth into yours. “Give me your tongue, honey and I’ll move.” You bargained as he more than willingly massaged your tongue with his, eyes threatening to open only for a moment just so he could see your furrowed brows as you both kissed heavily. Complying with your bargain, you’d grind your hips on top of his, pulling his hands to your waist as he got the hint and pulled you down on him deeper. He’d use that as a signal from then on, squeezing your waist and sliding his tongue along your lip just to let you know what he, Baron, needs.

(thank you for the ask, i appreciate you 😮‍💨)

[herstarburststories]

sitting on gator tillman's face to shut him the fuck up.

a/n: I know this is lateee, I'll post two kinktobers today and two tomorrow to get on the right track of the days. beware> oral sex (female receiving), hate/love relationship, mentions of humping, and dirty talk

Gator Tillman gets on your nerves sometimes.

No, scratch that. He always gets on your nerves. You don’t know what irks you most about him: the stupid smirk; that disgusting vape; his baseless facede of confidence; the constant teasing sarcasm in his words, if he were incapable of taking anything seriously; or, maybe, it was how he was so impossibly gorgeous even when he was bleeding out. 

Gator irritates you more than any other being, from the poor excuse of a politicians to the stupid policimen that you face from time to time at the station.

So, it’s good to finally shut up his mouth. Even better, you’d put it for a good use for once.

His brown eyes glow and widen as he looks up to you, naked body impatient on the mattress as he nibbles on his bottom lip in anticipation. Tillman's cock is already hard only from making out and some humping. It’s so easy to get him all worked up for you.

You throw your shirt away, and Gator lets out a quiet grunt his response. His idiotic lips are parted slightly as he watches your tits. You aren’t wearing a bra and fuck, he just wants to touch you, but for right now, this isn’t about him. Well, not directly.

This is about how furious you are because Gator Tilmman has no right to make you feel like a high school girl discovering how a crush felt. You were always surrounded by a light-hearted feeling that made you want to do a dumb thing like kiss his smoke lips in the back of a bar or jump in front of a bullet to save his ungrateful ass.

How did you, of all people, develop a crush for Gator? Gator is, well, Gator! – a pathetic, cocky son of a bitch. Come on, you’re smarter than that! You’ve gotta be a masochist. 

Nonetheless, you get rid of your pants and underwear, pussy almost dripping for this idiot. Tillman whimpers at the sight, licking his lips. The only thoughts revolving around in his head are: I need to taste you.

''Fuck.''

You glance at him, the beginnings of a smile lightening your features. The big, bad deputy certainly doesn’t have the usual arrogant look on his face now.

You still have your boots on when you climb on top of the bed, and Gator doesn’t seem to care one bit. If anything, his livid, chocolate orbs catch a glimpse of you, naked and climbing on top of him, only wearing those fucking boots. He gulps, not remembering the last time he’s been this turned on. He is a goner.

You place your hands on his shoulders, and you’re sitting on his legs. The wetness of your needy cunt makes a mess there. Part of you wants to ride his thigh, rubbing until you achieve your share of relief. You have a thought or two about just taking his length inside you — how couldn’t you? The tip of his hardness is pressing against your belly, his desire palpable from the precum sluicing your skin. When Gator groans, it’s almost silent; animalistic, even. He grabs your hip as if you were his. God, you want to be, but not today.

Tillman leans in to capture your mouth in another savage kiss, but you pull back. He gives you a confused look. “Wh--”

“That's not where I want your mouth.”

At first, his eyes go wild and you can see him swallwing, salivating, And then, Gator offers your that malicious grin. It’s filled to the brim with confidence. “Well, dollface,” he breathes, and you groan at the stupid nickname he probably gives to every single woman he meets. Son of a bitch. “What’s it to you, then? You want me to get on top of you so I can fuck you nice and slow?” You are about to laugh at his face over the implication of being dominated by him, but Gator's fingers slide into a clandestine meeting with your clit, carefully caressing it as if you were lovers. All you can do now is sink your nails into his skin and moan, shamefully loud. “Or you want to ride my thigh? Come without even touching my cock like a good slut?”

That wasn’t your plan, but it felt so good. If Tillman's fingers are that heavenly, fucking his cock might turn you into a goddess, but you can’t.

You aren’t going to give in that easily. He tried to give you orders through the whole day at the station. The others might have a high tolerance for moods of Roy Tillman's son, but you don’t. You’re going to teach him a thing or two about shutting the hell up.

You push his hand away, your body aching as if you broke a bone. Yet, you persevered as you took a deep breath and grinned impishly at Gator, devouring the despair in his eyes when he no longer has his hand on you.

“You talk way too much, Tillman.” Your fingertips trace a line from his jaw to his neck, trailing down his chest; always following his foolish, adorable freckles. You catch a glimpse of goosebumps rising under your touch. It only causes your smirk to go wider. Gator is glaring at you with raised brows, and you push him to lay on his back.

His cock twitching is proof enough that he enjoyed that.

You press your warmth on his length, retracting your hips when he tried to get inside you. Gator lets out a beautiful, frustrated grunt.

“Dollface...” Now that’s better. And suddenly he’s groaning your name, fully aware only you are giving him pleasure. This is personal, this is dwindling, it’s everything you both have been craving.

“You talk too much, Gator. Always trying to look like the fucking man in the room” You’re basically climbing on him now, your pussy enjoying the small relief of friction from Tillman's hips, his stomach, his chest. You opt to sit there. “Someone should shut you up.”

Gator wishes he could answer. He wants to smirk at you, bring up other teasing comments only to get more of this. You are frisky and dominant – everything his body and soul begged for. Yet, he can’t bring himself to do anything other than lean his head forward in an attempt to catch your pussy with his lips. You smell so good. He can’t wait to taste you. He just wants to eat you out, but you pull away from him with a laugh as if you found amusement in his suffering. Fuck, he’s getting even harder

Gator Tillman is so touch-starved for anything you’re willing to give him.

You rise from his chest, your wetness leaving him soaked. He can’t complain, though. Not when you blessed him with the sight of paradise.

That’s it, Gator decides. Your cunt is the best thing he has ever seen, and he needs to toy with it.

Because you’re over his head, literally. Knees to the mattress on each side of his head, your pussy is right on his face, so appetizing and wet all for him.

“Dollface..” he tries, but you are quick to stop him. It’s a good thing. He’d probably make a fool out of himself from begging to let him touch you, just a little.

“Shh, sweetheart. Just shut up.” Gator barely catches a glimpse of pleasure for that before you sit on his face. “Now eat me out.”

Nevermind, this is his heaven.

You bite your lower lip, trying to regain some composure as you coil your fingers around the bedpost, nails pressed so strenuously into the hardwood there that you wouldn’t be surprised if you left marks carved there. What else are you supposed to do? Gator doesn’t waste any time when you sit on his face, eating you out like you’re a fucking meal and he’s a starving man. His chin and lips and nose are all wet from you.

This man is fucking hungry for you.

“I knew that pretty mouth of yours could go to good use, baby,” you mumbled amidst his pornographic groans, grinding your hips down to ride his face. Gator shoves his tongue inside your warmth, finding comfort between your tight walls.

He pulls away, but only because he needs to breathe. Tillman nibbles on your inner thigh, smirking when you whine for him. So gorgeous and delicious. He gets your clit between his teeth carefully — this isn’t supposed to hurt.

You inhale sharply, looking down to catch him in the act. He looks so hot like his, eating you out with his viridescent gaze fixed on your face as if you were his grand enlightenment. You look like everything he never thought he could have when you were like this: sitting on his face and giving yourself to him, glancing at Gator with your hands fixed on the headboard and tresses of your hair falling on your face.

After this, he has to kiss you some more. He just has to.

For now, though, the deputy is more than happy eating out his prey. He enjoys every aspect of this. You taste as if you were made to be this good for him. The tip of his tongue brushes your G-spot, and he can’t wait for you to come. 

The idea of tasting your orgasm makes his cock ache deeply in the best ways possible. Gator's freaking sure he’s about to come untouched because of your needy cunt.

He licks your clit before enveloping you with his lips, sucking on you at your neediest. You begin to lose your cognitive senses, melting into a screaming mess and pressing your pussy closer to him. Tillman is almost suffocating, and he couldn’t be happier. 

Your thighs tighten around his ears, a cry leaving your lips as Gator focuses all his attention on your clit. He only pauses to sink his tongue into your warm wetness before coming back to your sensitive spot.

You clutch the bedpost as if you are holding onto dear life as you come all over Gator's face. He tries to catch all of you — not because he doesn’t want to get dirty, but because he ain’t gonna miss one single drop of your juice. 

You taste so fucking good, much better than anything he has ever put on his tongue. Tillman is an addict now, and he can’t get enough of your cunt, your cum, or you.

He licks you clean, getting the most he can of you, and you whine through the intense sensation of freedom that comes with it. Fuck Gator and his spoiled tongue.

You get up with trembling legs. Your hand slides to find his hard cock and offer what relief you can, but you just find milky come on his stomach.

Did he come only from eating you out?

Holy fuck.

You make the mistake of looking at his face after that realization. He’s breathless, glancing at you and licking your juices off his lips. He looks flushed and satisfied, smirking with dimpled cheeks. You can see your come on his chin and nose. “Remind me to never stop talking if this is how you’re gonna shut me up.”

request for kinktober. reblogs and comments are magic. ♡

[buckysgrace]

request

what about drunk gator being all lovey dovey to his girl? im in my feels

The way I had to rush to do this because?? so cute. I hope you enjoy <3

Gator's shell slowly dissipated the greater his stack of red cups grew. The cheap beer spilled from the rim of the cup, thick waves crashing onto his nimble fingers as he staggered towards you once again.

"What are you-," You started, only to be cut off as his pink lips fell across the corner of your lips. You laughed, squealing as you quickly balanced the cup as he drifted his hands towards your waist, "Gator!"

He looked at you confused, eyes hazy as a lazy grin formed on his lips. His cheeks were flushed, his hair disheveled from its normal neat placement. You gripped his cup tightly, wincing at the sticky liquid that dripped onto your fingers.

The music from the DJ continued to thump as he grumbled towards you, his shirt half unbuttoned and rolled up towards his elbows. His suit jacket had long been discarded, thrown around somewhere in the dance hall that you'd have to try and hunt down before you left. The alcohol had clearly settled a permanent blush over him as his lips curled up into a cheesy smile.

You had decided on your own earlier in the night that you'd let him let loose as much as he wanted. He could certainly use it from his stressful job. Plus, it was only fair. He had babied you the previous weekend after you'd had one too many margaritas with your friends.

He moved slowly, but still caught you off guard as he gripped your chin and placed a sticky kiss across your cheek. You laughed at the feeling of his lips against your skin.

"You're so pretty," He mumbled as he continued to press sloppy kisses against your cheek, "My pretty baby." He cooed as he began to rock you both back and forth. You stuck his cup out, determined to keep it from spilling all over you.

"How much have you had to drink?" You teased him as he brought his chin down against your shoulder, his brown eyes wide and warm as he stared at you. The lights glimmered off of them, giving the illusion of stars within the deep colors.

"Mhm, just a bit." He replied cheekily, looking pleased with himself as he brushed his fingers across your curves. His lips fell against the crook of your neck, beginning to kiss you there.

"I think it was more than that," You smiled as you faced him, determined to stop his motions before he got too ahead of himself, "But thank you. You're very handsome." You added as you patted his cheek softly, enjoying the way he leaned against you.

"Wanna dance?" He asked as he fluttered his eyelashes towards you, "Gotta show off that I have-, That I've got the prettiest girl." His words stumbled out as he leaned against you, like he wasn't able to stand straight on his own.

"I think everyone saw that earlier," You reminded him gently, but were still flattered by his words, "You look tired." You observed as you pushed the brown strands from his warm forehead. He shut his eyes this time as he smiled.

"S'fine," He replied, his eyes still shut as he leaned against your touch, "Just wanna be with you." He mumbled a second later, his cheek falling against yours as he wrapped his arms around you.

You moved one hand to hold onto him, keeping the other one outstretched so he didn't spill anymore of his beer on either of you. He smelt nice, a little fruity from his vape that you were sure he was sneaking little puffs on here and there.

"I wanna be with you too," You added, pulling away a bit to meet his eyes again, "Are you ready to go? We can hang out in the hotel." You suggested, watching the spark that filled his eyes.

"And do what?" He asked, lips curling into a smirk as his eyes lazily drifted over you. You laughed, knowing it would be a miracle if he didn't pass out in the elevator.

"Whatever you want," You added before you set his drink down, pressing your lips together as he protested, "Don't worry, I'll get you something better." You told him as you linked your fingers together.

"You're going to gimme water." He whined as you slowly began to drag him around, eyes drifting towards where he may have lost his jacket.

"No," You said quickly, although that was exactly what you were going to do. You had developed quite a sly trick to it, just having to pretend that they were little shots. He was so far gone at this point that he couldn't ever tell the difference, "I would never." You turned your head, hiding your laugh as he began to ramble off about something.

"I love you," He mumbled against your skin once you were both in the elevator, his breath warm against you as he leaned his body weight against you, "So so so so much." He told you, face furrowed up seriously as he watched you.

"I love you too," You smiled as you met his lips in a gentle kiss, giggling as he peppered his lips against yours repeatedly, "You're very sweet." You told him, fully embracing this time as he held onto you tightly. Like he was afraid to let you go, even though you knew that would never happen.

"You're the sweet one," He said quickly, "The sweetest and prettiest gal I ever saw." He mumbled, looking as if he was staring at his whole world in front of him. Your heart hammered this time, completely taken away by his compliements.

"Come on, lover boy," You replied as you tugged him forward, helping him down towards the room, "Let's get you to bed." You told him, grinning at the way he started to whine about how he absolutely was not tired. It only took five minutes for him to be inside, to kick off his shoes before he was snoring into the pillows.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Summary: Getting caught speeding has its consequences. When you realize it's all fun and games for the both of you, you're willing to play along for the reward. A secret and spontaneous getaway in the woods -- it's the perfect place to work out your differences, don't you think? Words: 2.2k CW: Gator being kind of a dick, police encounter (pulled over for speeding), unprotected p/v sex, fem!reader, misogynistic overtones if you squint, minor oral fixation, technically public encounter. A/N: I'm sorry it has taken me so long to post! I really struggled through this one, but I've gotten it to a place where I'm okay with it. I hope you enjoy it, and thank you so much for reading my thing!!!

NSFW below the cut, 18+, MDNI as usual ✨

The air is thick with fog, and you let out a long sigh while you wait for the deputy to approach your driver’s side window. The red and blue lights flash in your rearview mirror, and you start to feel heavy with resentment for last night’s power outage that reset your alarm clock, causing you to wake up half an hour later than usual. You know you were speeding; you can’t deny that. You’re late for work, and this pitstop is the last thing you need right now.

You sigh with disappointment when you realize Gator Tillman is trudging through the roadside gravel to your window. Why did it have to be him?

“Mornin’, sunshine.” Gator grins smugly, a toothpick hanging half out of the side of his mouth. “Where are you off to in such a hurry?”

“I’m late for work,” you grumble, avoiding making eye contact with him.

You two have a history, if you can even call it that. Half-memories flash through your mind of the one night stand you had after a heart to heart and one too many at the saloon downtown. If you’re being totally honest with yourself, Jack Daniels and summer evenings still make you think of him, but you’d never say it out loud.

“Goin’ 69 in a 60, huh?” Gator holds back a giggle as he waits for your response.

“Really, Tillman?” Your eyes narrow at his juvenile comment, and his smile falls flat. His mood shifts in an instant, and you see him push a small button on his body worn camera followed by a series of small beeps as it powers on.

“Just so you’re aware, you’re being audio and video recorded. The reason I stopped you is you were going approximately 69 miles per hour in a 60 mile per hour zone, clearly marked. License and registration,” he demands coldly, holding out his hand expectantly. You search through your glovebox for the documents and hand them over, steeping in the icy silence surrounding you, thinking that maybe if you had just laughed at his joke, he would have let you go on your way.

Gator takes your documents, shuffling them as he looks each one over before speaking to you once more. “You sit tight. I’ll be right back.” You prop your elbow up against your door and rest your head in your hand, letting your mind wander as you try your best to be patient.

After just a few minutes, you see Gator sauntering your way again through your sideview mirror. The way he walks makes your stomach flutter as more flashes of your night together run through your train of thought – his teeth sinking into your plush thighs one by one, the hungry growl rumbling from deep within his chest as he tasted you, and the pathetic whimper he couldn’t hold back as he pushed his desperate, twitching cock into you for the first time –

“Here you go, Miss.” Your daydream is cut short by his drawl as he hands your papers back to you. “I’m going to need you to step out of the vehicle now.” Your eyebrows shoot up in disbelief at his request. Why the hell is he doing this?

“Excuse me?” You ask, incredulous.

“Am I speakin’ Chinese?” Gator was serious. He wasn’t budging. You’re kicking yourself on the inside at this point, knowing he was only doing this to get back at you for bruising his ego over his stupid joke. A pang of regret hits low in your chest as you realize telling him you were late for work was a mistake.

“Gator, please –”

“Don’t make this harder on yourself, sweetheart. Step on out now.” He looks far off into the fog as he waits for you to comply, but you don’t move. Taking the toothpick out from between his teeth, he points it at you, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t want me to ask again.”

“What is it you want from me?”

“What do I want from you?” Gator chuckles, bending down to rest his forearms on your car, his head dipping into your window to meet your eyes. He hits the small button on his body cam once more, and you hear the device power down. “You know what I want,” he whispers softly, being careful not to let the rest of the world hear him. He leans in further until your faces are only inches apart. Your heartbeat hammers in your ears as you take in the scent of his musk mixed with remnants of fruity smoke, and you’re suddenly feeling lightheaded.

And just like that, you’re drowning in flashbacks again – the candy sweet taste of watermelon flavor on his tongue, his hair falling into his eyes as he fucked into you hard and slow, and the way he begged you to say his name as you came for him – and now you’re aching to play his games. You know exactly how to get him going. Softening your expression, you concede to the heat building in between your thighs, and despite the bone-cracking urge to mouth off to him, you try something new instead.

You decide to comply and let yourself out of your car, closing the door behind you, and you see a hint of shock flash over his features as he fights to keep his composure. He clears his throat.

“Place your hands on the hood of the vehicle,” Gator orders, and you follow his instruction dutifully. You palm the hood of your car, a seductive curve in your spine, and you can tell his resolve is starting to crumble with the way he’s eyeing you up and down, biting his bottom lip.

“Do you like me like this? Helpless?” Your eyes grow round and wide with innocence – the look of prey – and you notice Gator’s eyebrows raise just a fraction, but he ultimately maintains his poker face.

“Maybe,” he admits, his voice low and gravelly, dark chocolate eyes boring into yours. “Maybe I like having that kind of authority. Maybe I like knowing I could do whatever I wanted to you right now, and there isn’t anything you could do about it.” He approaches you slowly, each step making your anticipation burn brighter.

“Just maybe?”

“Okay,” he admits with a scoff. “You got me. I do like it.” He leans in closer to you so you can feel his breath on your lips. “I like you helpless because I like knowing that if you were to beg and pray, I would have the power to tell you no.” He lets the tips of his fingers brush up against your arm gently. “I like knowing that there would be nothing you could say or do to stop me from…” he trails off, a smirk playing on his lips as he licks his teeth.

“From what?”

Gator’s hands glide up to hold your wrists, removing your touch from the hood of your car. He pulls one of your hands to meet his jaw, grazing your soft skin over his stubble before pressing an almost chaste kiss to the tips of your fingers.

“From doing anything and everything I could dream of doing to a woman,” he murmurs, grinning against your skin. He grips both of your wrists firmly in front of him once more and pulls you against himself roughly as he makes his demand. “Now, ask me again, politely, what it is I want.”

“I think I already know,” you whisper against his lips playfully before he crashes them into yours, his strong arms circling your waist. He grips your asscheeks from underneath and pushes you up onto the hood of your car as he licks along your bottom lip, and you deepen the kiss. His tongue rolls over and over yours, lips locking perfectly together, and you can taste his familiar sweetness as he pushes his hips into you, grinding his already hard cock against your sweet spot over your jeans.

You moan into his mouth as his thrusts become even more needy, and your nails dig into his shoulder blades through his shirt. You’re not even thinking about the fact that anyone could drive by at any moment and see what’s happening – you’re too tangled up in each other to care. In a swift motion, Gator swipes at the bill of his hat and throws it to rest on the hood of the car beside you. His body weight presses into you before he finally breaks away, taking a deep breath and looking at you with wild eyes.

You suppress a smile as you take in the way he surveys you, soaking up his energy, loving every sick second of stroking his ego, giving him glimpses of the control he craves and getting your own physical satisfaction in return. You have him right where you want him, and he has no idea.

“Should we go somewhere?” Gator’s crooked smile makes your knees feel weak as his gaze flicks back and forth between your eyes and lips, and you can tell he’s doing his best to behave at least long enough to pose the question.

“Where?”

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The ground underneath the picnic blanket is hard and uneven, but you don’t even feel it anymore. The sun speckles everything around you through the trees, and you vaguely notice the rustling of leaves and twigs as the birds change branches above you every so often. Gator had taken the two of you in his cruiser just far enough up the nearest hill to escape the fog, and the nip in the air didn’t bother you at all as soon as he was on top of you, in between your legs, tactical gear still in place while he ran his hands over your body, his hungry eyes feasting on every curve.

He started slow and gentle, purring soft requests in between light touches everywhere you wanted them. It didn’t take you long to realize he was playing you the same way you were playing him, and now you’re here, rolling your hips languidly as you ride him, using the straps and pockets on the front of his vest for more leverage.

He’s a moaning mess underneath you, his blunt nails digging into the flesh of your thighs as he grips them to stay grounded in reality. You let yourself wonder for a split second if anyone has ever pleased him like this before – if he has ever been so loud, so free, so incessantly desperate for more of someone like he is right here, right now, with you.

You pick up your pace and lean back just enough to put yourself on full display for him, his length reaching the perfect angle inside of you, eliciting a filthy whine you couldn’t stifle if you tried. Your eyes brim with tears as the pleasure builds at your core like an explosion threatening to detonate at any moment. You reach down and pry one of Gator’s hands from your thigh, bringing his fingertips up to your kiss-swollen lips.

He grins through his own bliss as he realizes what you’re about to do. Almost unable to form words, he breathes, “I swear, you’re tryin’ to kill me, woman.” With a sinful smile, you graze two of his fingers past your lips and teeth along your tongue until they reach the back of your throat. Creating the perfect amount of suction, you move his fingers in and out of your mouth in time with your hips, your pussy flexing around his cock with the idea of being just a little bit more full of him.

A strangled half sob slips past Gator’s lips through his gritted teeth as his brows knit together, and his free hand pulls you down onto him harder and faster, the lewd sounds of flesh on flesh filling the space around you.

“Gonna cum. Don’t fuckin’ stop,” he demands, a string of expletives following just as the wave of your own climax crashes over you. Sordid sounds pour from your mouth as you release his fingers from its grasp, gushing and writhing on his cock in a way you know you’ll be ashamed to relive after this.

You feel a bruising grip on your thighs as he holds you down, burying himself up to the hilt in your soaked pussy while his hips buck and spasm against his will.

“Gonna fill you up so good,” he growls just before you feel a hot rush inside of you, his thick release coating your walls in bursts as his mouth falls open and his eyes roll back, his fingertips clawing into your skin, holding on for dear life.

Coming down from your high, you use your hands on his chest to steady yourself, resting your weight on your knees as you both catch your breath. The sounds of the woods in the background become louder again as you take in your surroundings.

“Damn,” Gator breathes, letting out a sigh and a small chuckle.

“Been a while,” you muse, a smirk playing on your lips as your eyes meet his once again.

“Sure has,” he agrees. “Can’t keep me waitin’ like that again.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you promise with a cheeky wink.

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Idle Hands

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

CW: Porn with a smidge of plot. Degradation. Mean and condescending Gator. Teasing. Fingering. Blasphemy. Debauchery. Religious themes. Readers age is not specified but both are consenting adults.

Enjoy my little sinners!

WC: 1.6K

Stifling. That's the only way you could describe it. The air was thick as the crowd began to trickle in filling the small church, which would only make it worse.

The air conditioner has been out nearly a month now, with the preacher promising to fix it every Sunday. Isn't lying still a sin? You think to yourself.

You could have just skipped but decided last minute to throw on a sundress and make the short walk, heat be damned.

As you sat in the very back pew, your mind was wondering what you did to deserve such punishment but then that reminder sat down beside you with his slicked back hair and Sunday's best button up shirt.

Roy tipped his hat toward you as he caught your eye in passing, making his way toward the front. Sheriff Tillman always makes a show of himself. You often wonder if his daddy ever thought it odd the way Gator always gravitated toward you.

He kept a respectable distance at first and for a moment the heat wasn't so bad as you stared at his rugged profile. Sharp jawline and strong nose, he was handsome, but you'd never tell him that.

Once the pastor stands and the service begins, he slides over pressing in right beside you, his jean clad thigh resting against your bare one with your dress riding just midway up.

The unbearable heat was no match for the fever already stirring at your core just from his close proximity and promise of what was to come.

It was the same every Sunday.

The pastor leads everyone in an opening prayer as his hand comes to the top of your thigh with his warm, calloused palm, fingers splayed wide and possessive. Though he really has no possession over you except right here inside these walls.

Your breath hitches slightly as his grip becomes a little more firm, fingers digging into your plush skin. While everyone else has their heads down in prayer, he looks down at you with a devilish grin, the one he knows drives you crazy, cocky and lopsided.

You keep your eyes closed, not daring to look him in the eyes, lest you lose all composure already. God forgive me for the sins I'm about to commit. Repeating it over and over in your mind, promising it'll be the last time, just like every other “last time.”

The prayers end, but you still don't look at him, eyes trained to the front as the congregation begins the hymnals.

His hand trails up a little further, fingers dancing at the hem of your skirt.

“Gator…” You hiss, a piss poor attempt at a warning that you both know holds no real threat.

His grin only grows, leaning in so close you can smell his aftershave, as his fruity scented breath fans out across your cheek. No doubt taking a hit from that putrid vape before walking in.

“Don't be so loud darlin.” He chuckles lowly, so only you can hear.

As your fellow brothers and sisters in Christ sing around you, he eases his hand up, fingers trailing the inside of your thigh sending a shiver down your spine despite the prickling heat. His palm is already a little sticky, your skin giving a little resistance as he tries to glide it up smoothly.

You hold your breath as it travels a little further, so high, he hears your little gasp, leaning back into you.

"You better not make a sound.”

You grab his wrist when his pinky grazes your panties, feather light but sending an electric pulse, igniting your core.

"Fu—" you hiss but he cuts that off with another whisper.

"Don't cuss in the house of the Lord. It's a sin.” His voice is low and husky.

Your eyes shot up to his, but he quickly looked toward the front instead, feigning interest in the music playing. He looked around to make sure you weren't drawing any attention. For the most part, you knew how to stay quiet.

His pinky grazes downward, your thighs involuntarily parting for him with a breathy sigh as he finds the soft wet patch just beginning to form. He bites his lip, eyes closing just a moment to suppress his own groan knowing he had you like this.

His eyes focus back on the front, the choir singing loud enough no one would hear your breathy whine when his pinky finds the side of your panties and dips below to find your slick lips.

He leans back over, lips ghosting over your ear as he speaks, “Shhh. Don't you dare moan in here.”

Your mind was literally going blank. You should push his hand away and walk away but you can't. You sit in the same damn seat every week knowing exactly what's going to happen but still putting yourself through this torture.

He doesn't give you the time of day outside of these four walls, but for a little while each Sunday his attention was all on you.

He slips between your lips catching your clit as your nails dig into his wrist, your breathing picking up.

“That's it huh?” He hums.

His pinky swipes back down against your puffy nub, making sure he applies a modicum amount of pressure, just a little more than before making sure you'll feel it.

He watches out of the corner of his eye as your eyelids flutter shut and you bite down on your lip.

"Good service today. Looks like the Holy Spirit is really working through you." He chuckles.

You want to tell him to shut up but as your lips part he suddenly slips his ring finger in to have a little more control of the situation, drawing a soft circle across your clit.

He shoots a glare your way when you gasp and quickly claps your lips together tightly.

“Keep that pretty mouth shut, or you 'll give us away darlin. You don't want the preacher to find out what a whore you are, huh?” He lets out a small laugh, finding the entire thing amusing.

You shake your head no. He's trying to time this perfect, with just a few more songs before the service begins, there isn't much time.

He dips down, softly circling your entrance gathering more slick before rubbing your clit once again, picking up his tempo a little more.

“Gator…” you sigh softly, feeling your abdomen warm and tighten with each pass. He's slow and methodical, knowing exactly how to get you there.

You can't keep your eyes open, so you lean your head forward. Please God, just let me get through this and it'll never happen again. The same mantra every time you find yourself in this situation.

Your hips slightly buck forward, searching for just a little more friction, looking up at him with a half-lidded gaze.

He smirks down at you, and you know you're face to face with the devil. If you squint hard enough you might see his horns peeking out from his hair, but this is one devil you would let drag you to hell, thanking him the entire way.

“I know you're close, just don't get us caught, little church mouse.”

He's enjoying seeing you squirm, never pushing you this far before and he wants to see your breaking point.

Your chest is heaving, breaths coming out as small pants now, trying not to make a sound. You're sure if anyone looked back here, they would know what was going on immediately with your flushed skin and dazed expression. A thin sheen of sweat covers your entire body, even your hair is damp. You weren’t sure if it was the humid air or the flames of hell licking at your feet.

God help me. Praying to a God you were currently openly mocking.

Your thighs close tightly around his wrist, pinning him in place.

“Oh God,” you whisper. “Please forgive me.”

He hears your words and grins once more.

“I think we're past forgiveness, darlin.”

His ministrations never cease as you feel yourself losing control, right on the precipice, gripping your bible tightly with your free hand, hanging on for dear life.

Your cunt suddenly clenches around nothing, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave hard and unforgiving, pressing your eyes closed as a small moan slips free.

Gator quickly covers it the best he can with a cough and pulls his hand back up your thigh. Thankfully no one looks back to the two of you.

You're trying to catch your breath as he leans back into your space, taking your skirt and wiping his fingers clean on the pristine fabric.

“Damn, darlin. Coming in Lord's House, you should be ashamed of yourself.”

Your cheeks heat with the implications of your actions, suddenly feeling all too exposed looking around to make sure no one caught you. You were suddenly thankful for the heat that you could blame on your flushed and disheveled appearance.

The choir stopped as your breathing returned to normal and the pastor took his place at the front, Gator scooting over to put some distance between the two of you once more.

You pointedly ignored the small glances he sent your way the rest of the sermon, paying all your attention to the message at hand.

As the service closed, you bowed your head in prayer once more. God, forgive me of my sins. You began but smirked to yourself, mind drifting to much more sinister thoughts.

Once dismissed, Gator barreled toward the exit, not giving you so much as a second glance. But his father caught him before he could get through the door.

“Gator, the good pastor and his family here have asked us to lunch.” He stopped dead in his tracks. You could tell he was tense as he turned back around, eyes settling on you, then up to your gracious father.

“Yeah, Gator. Won't you come join us?” A sweet, reserved voice and a devious smirk only reserved for him.

[aestheticaltcow]

Pretty Girl (Gator Tillman x Reader)

Kinktober 2024

(Divider Credit @strangergraphics)

You were lying on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you heard the front door open. The distinct sound of heavy boot steps followed. “Baby, are you here?” Gator’s voice called from the bottom of the stairs, assuming you were upstairs. 

“In here.” You called, pulling his attention back to the living room. He turned his head and saw you sitting on the couch. He immediately walked around the sofa to hug and kiss you on the forehead. Before you had the opportunity to kiss him, he moved down the couch and lifted your legs to sit under them. You giggled, “Do you not want a kiss?”

“I do, but it can wait, " he said as he rubbed your shins. You shot him a confused look, “Didn’t you hang out with your sister today?” 

When the realization hit you, you couldn’t help but giggle. “I did, Gator,” you confirmed. He was itchin’ in his seat as you spoke. I think you know which color I chose.” You brought your socked feet to his thighs and saw him light up as he moved to remove your socks.

“Fuck baby… look at those,” he muttered as he stared down at your freshly painted white toenails. You giggled as his hands moved to rub your feet. You had to pry the information out of him when the two of you had first gotten together. Gator Tillman, Stark County’s finest officer, has a foot fetish.

It started subtly. He’d offer you a foot rub when you got home from work, justifying it by saying you'd been on your feet all day. Then, as a kind gesture, he started giving you money to get your toes done. Gator wasn’t the kind of guy to perform cunnilingus from the get-go, but after some coaxing, he got into it; it then progressed to him bringing one of your feet to his shoulder and kissing down the entirety of your leg. The delicate kisses he’d place on the side of your foot were your first inclining. 

It was sweet; he really did love every bit of you.

[wroteclassicaly]

18+

When you say you love Gator during sex and he cums immediately.

He’s working up his frenzied pace, normally slicked back hair in strands of disarray. He can’t quite meet your mouth, breaths jagged pants that smell like faded vape and chew. It’s disgusting, but it tastes like Gator… And you fucking love it. No one is speaking loudly, voices lying in fragments across pleaded whispers.

That is, until, you can no longer contain yourself. Nails digging into that ink wrapped around his bicep, every mole and freckle available to eye fuck, tracing your gaze right back up to meet his blown pupils - delicious amber shards scattered into an inky, enriching abyss. One of your hands slides off his back, cupping around his neck, cradling tightly when you say it, right as he’s pushing into a deep thrust.

“I love you, Gator,” you state, an emotional whine following your finality to the statement, breathless at how he’s fucking you. “I’m so in love with you.”

You wish you could capture his face on film within this very moment. His eyes go wide, his beautiful, kiss swollen mouth drops open, and his hips stutter, causing him to collapse his full weight onto you as he gives a long, belly deep, honey hot moan. He’s coming immediately, following your declaration, burying his face into your neck to stifle sniffling aftershocks. You hold him through it, your chest bursting with pride, cunt soaked with need, with his fucking seed. He always pulls out, but this time?

You don’t find it within yourself to care, and neither does he, apparently. You kiss his sweaty crown, the side of his face, simultaneously locking your arms around his heaving back. You aren’t expecting anything back, you just feel grateful that he knows now. It’s quiet, however, for a few moments, until you think he’s fallen asleep against your breasts. But Gator surprises you, lifting himself from his cocoon in your flesh.

His irises are still a mere ring, his thumbpad tracing your lips to part them, making him lean in to kiss you deeply, breathlessly. You can’t find anything to say upon spit slick lips parting, but you’ve already had your moment. It’s time for Gator to have his. With one nose nudge, he looks you square in the eyes, giving into saying something he’s never been able to say to another human being within his entire lifetime.

“I’ve never loved another person. But I fuckin’ know that I love you.”