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[justmeinadaze]

Could you write a Gator Tillman x Plus size Reader series or an imagine (upto you) kind of like enemies to lovers

Also you are one my favourite writers and all your fics are so amazing ❤️

A/N: Thank you <3. I love you! I can turn this little thing into a series if people want that :)

Warning: Smut, degrading (brat, whore), dirty talk

Word Count: 1065

“That’s it, you little brat. Take my cock like the whore you are.”, Gator moaned as he rolled his hips roughly on top of you. 

You hated the deputy and everything he represented in your small town but God did you love playing games with him. The first time was at the bar you worked at after you had been robbed. You gave the police all the information but when he came back a few weeks later to tell you they came up empty handed, you cried and smacked him across the face. In return, he bent you over pool table and fucked you till your eyes rolled. 

After that the game was always a bit different but the outcome was the same. A few times, he pulled you over on the side of the road siting a broken taillight before handcuffing you for “resisting” and shoving his cock down your throat. Another time, he showed up on a date you were having and brought you home to tie you to his bed, teasing you all night till he finally allowed you to cum drenching his mattress with your arousal. 

In public you were ruthless with each other, calling each other names and throwing verbal spares till the other one was pissed off enough to retaliate.

Tonight, while he and his friends were at the bar, you challenged him. Gator had said an off the cuff remark about how if someone breaks into your house not to call because “someone needs to put you in your place and humble you!” You had snickered which amped him up enough but your following sentence was the spark that ignited the fire within him. 

“I highly doubt you’re the man to do that. Can barely even protect me let alone fuck me.”

That’s how you ended up in the position you were in currently, waking up in the middle of the night with him pinning your wrist above your head as he fucked you nice and deep. You secretly hoped he would come over, waiting in your room in the thinnest lingerie nightie you could find for hours before giving up and going to bed.

“Fuck. You think I can’t take care of you? Y-you can barely take care of yourself. Do you—mmph—do you know how easy it was to sneak in? Then I find you here in this flimsy nightie, pussy dripping, just begging to be ruined.”

“Gator…”

The officer’s sweaty forehead fell on yours as he groaned against your lips. 

“Fuck, baby. I love hearing you moan my name.”, he whispers, a rough whimper leaving his throat when you moan it again. “Tell me you need me, Y/N.”

“I-I-I need you, Gator. I need you to keep me safe a-and—oh my God—take care of me. No one fucks me like you. Make me cum, honey, please.”

His head promptly shot up at your words as his rhythm slowed making you whine. 

“No one fucks you like me? No one else better be fucking you at all, little girl. You’re mine. This tight little pussy, your sexy curves, this perfect ass…” Gator’s palm comes down hard at the space between your upper thigh and behind causing a little mewl to leave your lips.

Picking up his pace once more, he roughly slammed his hips into yours as his cock aggressively hit that sensitive spot and beyond deep in your cunt. The officer’s head fell to your side and he continued to whisper in your ear as he heavily panted after every other word. 

“Your fucking smile…adorable…adorable laugh…the way your face lights up…when you see me… shit,baby… your sarcasm and quick wit…your beautiful heart…I want them all. Fuck, I’m close. Tell me who you belong to you, Y/N.”

While he spoke, your fingers had tangled in his hair, holding him as close to you as you could as your other hand gripped his ass guiding his movements.

“You. I belong to you, Gator.”

Your legs locked at the ankle around his waist forcing him to stay put as your body trembled and you came. As you he listened to you climax, his own followed as he grunted loudly and pounded his release deep inside you. 

The two of you laid like that trying desperately to catch your breaths for a few minutes before he gently pulled out of you and reached for some tissues by your bed to clean you with. Once he completed his task, he laid on his back with his arm behind his head as he stared at your ceiling. 

“Why the lingerie?”

“Huh?”

“I imagine you don’t usually fall asleep in something like that.” You didn’t answer mostly because you didn’t know how. To be honest, the two of you rarely ever spoke after you played. “If you did that for me, you don’t have to. I think you look sexy as is.”

“How would you know?”

“Jesus.”, Gator chuckles. “Did you hear a word I fucking said? “

“You don’t know me, Tillman.”

“I’d like to, Y/L/N.” Your eyes met his as he continued. “I know you hate me but I’d like to prove to you I’m not the asshole everyone thinks I am.”

“You mean the asshole you pretend to be to make daddy happy?” When he huffs and closes his eyes you immediately feel bad. “Gator, your dad hates me as a person. I doubt he’d let you take me on a date or something.”

“I don’t care. Look, Y/N, you wouldn’t be going on a date with him. You’d be spending time with me and only me.”

“You’re on his police force.”

“Christ, you are so fucking stubborn!”, he growled before softly grinning when he heard your small giggle. 

Rolling on to his side, he reaches out to brush some of your hair behind your ear. 

“Ok.” Gator’s eyes widen excitedly as your smile grows at the sight. “But I swear to God if he comes at me with ‘A woman’s place is…’—“.

The officer’s lips cut you off and you revel in this new feeling of soft kisses instead of passion, anger fueled ones. 

“You can say whatever you want to. Just know, though, that I can keep you safe and take care of you.”

“I know, Gator. I know.”

[wroteclassicaly]

Girl. Gator. Plus size girl. Blurb. Go!

Lol. I just love the way you utilize details and I need this mans hands on me in the worst way rn. Lol. MAYBE somewhere where we could get caught😈

Oooooh, you’re speaking right to my soul 😭

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Warnings: Language, smut, Gator acts like his jerky, bitchy, temper tantrum throwing, misogynistic, toxic self. Body positive, plus size reader with large breasts, hidden hookups, spit, some titty play, vaginal fingering, jealous and possessive Gator, slightly mean reader, degrading kink, praise kink mention, filthy talk, mean Gator, dominant reader/dominant Gator, public smut, getting caught, and NSFW.

Pairings: Gator Tillman x Plus Size Female Reader

Wordcount: 2,043

A/N: Really love working on exploring Gator with a bigger girlie, because in the Midwest, his options would’ve been a lot of big women. Sooooo, yeah. ;) Note that this is not some fluffy Gator. Man is gonna be mean and nasty as hell, so be warned (he’s cornered with his feelings and he doesn’t like that shit)!

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He really cannot fucking believe this. You actually have the nerve to show up where you know that he will be, dressed like this, acting as if you didn’t want him to call you the second that you got back into town (Because WHEN the fuck did you get back? And why didn’t you call him?). A calloused trigger finger massaged off leftover condensation, nothing but mere drops of amber liquid left over in his glass. He feels like a snarling, raging beast, a fucking embarrassment.

And you simply tuck your handbag into your armpit, situating the end of a very tight black dress, one that slices into a cutoff at your cleavage, the swells of your goods leaving little to the imagination. Stupid bitch. Those are his tits. Besides, since when do you care about what you wear out when you rarely come to bars or club joints around town, anyways…? Your makeup is dark, like wafts of smoke, shimmering on your lid, lips lined a deep blood red, something else you never do around him, either.

Okay, so he’s not good enough to try all of your tricks on?

He’s got that familiar clench starting in his toes, licking his muscles with electricity, pushing on his ribcage, digging painfully into his internal organs to do something. You wave at a couple of local girls, but you don’t join them at a table, no. You head directly to some punk faced fuck in tight jeans and cowboy boots, a cigarette in one hand, a beer in the other. Gator’s eyes widen so hard that the muscles protest in stroking stings, his fist clenching over his thigh, knuckles white, taunt flesh wrapped shakily around his glass. He lets it go before it shatters.

A date. A fucking, motherfucking date.

You couldn’t call him, didn’t text him (embarrassing how much he refreshed your thread, honestly), but you bitch about secrecy. And this is what he gets for staying sober from the pussy he could be getting? Nah, he’s not gonna be shown up by some slut that should be grateful he gives her attention at all, and definitely not with this fucking pencil dick of a man, whose joke you’re pathetically giggling at. Abandoning his glass, Gator is walking his way on a sticky bar floor, passing your backside to slam his hands on your table and let out a hysterical chuckle.

“Well, bust my balls. What’s so funny over here, huh?”

Gator takes a mental backflip for points as your eyes widen and you look like you’ve dove into the pools of humiliation. Your date, for lack of better word - he’s trying to figure out what’s going on, but Gator doesn’t let him get in a word. Crowding in front of his space, he’s in your airspace now, reaching down to find your date’s drink, lips wrapping at the bottle’s end as he sips and lets out a snort. “Lightweight.”

“Gator…” You warn, reaching out to attempt to grab his wrist. He shrugs you off, shaking his head as he eyes your ensemble, those fucking tits pressed together and spilling over your cleavage’s hem.

“Look at you, honey. All dressed up, not answering your phone. How long you been back for?”

“I’m busy, back the fuck off —“ He’s suddenly very close to you now, nose nearly brushing, actually letting his personal rules slip, your own emotions becoming discombobulated.

You don’t back away, breathing escalating as his hot breath fans along your painted mouth. He’d like to shut that up, keep you full. And you, you cannot keep your eyes off of his tight black shirt, arms bare and tan from the Midwest summer sun — freckles and moles on display. He’s wearing dark jeans, his normal boots, and thigh holster for show. Fuck, he smells good. He knows it too, as he watches your eyes dart across his wet lips.

He simply smirks, reaches down for your drink this time, and brings it to his lips. Straight whiskey. You were here for a purpose, and it’s up to him to redirect it. You watch in wondrous fascination when he drinks down your remaining liquor in a straight shot, his tongue making a show to lick the rim along the glass, before he lets it settle back onto the cheap bar table coaster. He’s taking that air about, every single inch of him away from you before you can blink, one hand rubbing behind his neck, pulling on his chain that’s tucked beneath his collar, knowing the action specifically drives you crazy, the other hand retrieving his vape.

He blows smoke directly above his head, looking between you and Mr. Clueless Cowboy, laughing lightly. He’s pissing you off. “Hope you folks intend to call a car tonight. I’d hate to have to arrest anyone for driving under the influence.”

And he’s gone. Leaving you practically smoking, aching, hurt, and severely pissed. You grab your purse and excuse yourself to the restroom to get your bearings. You should’ve known, however, the second that the door closes behind you — Gator would be too. He doesn’t approach too fast, doesn’t scare you or grab you, he has his own lines not to cross, to respect.

You’re clenching the sink by the time he’s nearly behind you. You’re tired, pent up, but you still manage to speak. “Don’t. I’m getting sick of you and your games.”

“Is that why you didn’t answer me? Think that’s polite —“

You spin around and level your palms to his chest, shoving him back, hard. “You know, I’m the one that should be embarrassed. Your fucking dad, you being his lackey. I should be the one to be afraid to be seen with you, but I’m not.”

Gator perks at the mention of Roy, of his debt towards him just by being born under his namesake. He feels cornered, losing control. “Watch your mouth. I’m not afraid of anything —“

As if you are ignoring his words, you continue. “I want a real man, not some pussy who is afraid to be seen in public with me. You’re a fucking coward, Tillman. You don’t deserve one single inch of me, and I’ve got plenty to go around, baby.”

Now, Gator can lie and say he is further pissed, that he intends to leave and forget you. But your words, how you stand up to him — his cock kicks, slacks becoming less loose. You’ve got the power and you’re more than ready to use it. Leaving your purse in the sink behind you, you stand a few inches from his airspace, your perfume soaking into his senses, making his jaw unhinged with sinful babble. “I bet you’re fuckin’ wet right now.”

You shrug, crossing your arms to purposely accentuate your chest. “Just because I like looking at you, doesn’t mean that I like listening to your mouth run. Pompous, annoying, disgustingly pathetic. And I can’t stand you.”

His brows press together, his pupils blown so far to hell that he’s seething when the words leave his clenched teeth. “One more word, bitch…”

You lick your mouth and smile lowly, tongue practically caressing the words as they drop off. “Fuck. You.”

What happens next is a dizzying array of blurs. The open pipes and exposed beams - clad ceiling passes in your vision as you meet Gator into a chest crushing embrace, pulling when he pushes, the both of you falling onto a stall with your mouths locked. You’re already working your hands into his belt, a grip hard to maintain with how worked up he is. Gator knows just what to do with you, his own hands immediately ripping the fabric of your dress down to expose your perfect breasts. His mouth waters, his hands paused.

He gives you a look, but you’ve already got his hands closing around your tits, encouraging him to squeeze. His knees knock you into the toilet, his mouth smeared with red kisses. His jaw clenches, nose wrinkles, his eyes glazed over as he lets them roam you, palming you, sampling you. You’re his. He needs more, though, his body rampaged, starved for more you.

You can read those thoughts immediately, the same want, a silent communication. “Put your mouth on me.”

He doesn’t waste a second, head tilting, letting you tug it into shambled strands, his lips close over your bud, tongue lapping around your areola, only to give you what you after you start to beg him for teasing. He isn’t phased that you aren’t jerking him, all that he wants right now is get you off, be with you, be around you. He tries to ignore what that realization means, and luckily, you’re rucking your own dress around your waist, his orbs catching a slinky thong as you work it down your curved hips. He briefly stops what he’s doing, groaning in appreciation as your glistening curls are put on display and your beautiful stomach, with stretch marks that his tongue has traced not enough times yet. He’ll have to fix that.

You’re a little quieter after you’re so naked in front of you, despite having been before. He notices this and abandons his focus on your chest to grab you around the waist. His voice is hoarse, exploding into a molten rasp, coated in the warmth of tension, a vulnerability leaving as he pinches your chin to raise your gaze. “You’re too beautiful for him. Too beautiful for me.”

Your reluctance to accept any compliments, especially his, that is automatically clear when you make your statement. “You could’ve gotten plenty pussy with me gone, Gator.”

He’s never felt more like a piece of shit than in this moment, watching as you truly believe that. He inhales sharply, throat tied to it, escaping words evaporating off his tongue’s tip, shared with you. “I missed you,” It’s actually a freeing statement, one that he feels braver saying, continuing. “And I didn’t screw around on you, y’ know.”

You’re looking at him as if you’re made of glass, irises darting back and forth. He can’t decipher his anticipations, but you save him. “I missed you too. But I had to draw a line, Gator…”

“I know.” He’s resolved to it.

He’s ready to back off, praying it’s not too late. You grasp his wrist, lifting it directly beneath your mouth, and he’s sure he blurts a little in his boxers the moment that your spit settles into his palm. He’s cursing, panting, rocking onto his heels as you lead him between your legs, spreading them, separating two of his fingers, taking them into your warm cunt. His hand tightens on your overflowing waist, fingers instinctively beginning to fuck you, enjoying the devious squelch that echoes. You become more handsy as the minutes pass, eagerly seeking out his chain from his collar to hold onto, rocking against his wrist, bouncing yourself on his fingers — taking what you want.

Gator assists by leaning to lick your nipple into his mouth, letting you hold tightly to his hair, suffocated by your moans and the scent of you. Neither of you hear your date enter the bathroom, not until he’s by the stall and speaking. He doesn’t get the hint, maybe he’ll go away? You don’t want to stop and reject the idea of Gator taking his hand away, leaving his hair, and holding onto his wrist tighter. You give zero fucks if he can hear what you’re doing in here, but he probably thinks Gator makes fun of you —

Your insecurities are tangled into a trap the second that Gator kicks the door open with his boot to give your date an eyeful. Publicly. His eyes widen, posture stiffening, you gasping. Gator adds in a third finger and your legs wobble, making you toss your head back and fuck yourself harder, inner thighs a soaking mess, forgetting everything but the pleasure that you deserve. Your ears are ringing static, a creamy wetness all that can be heard beneath your pleading breaths, uncaring what’s going to happen after, needing to get there NOW.

Gator makes his claim, a lazy little smirk quirking in the corners of his stained mouth. “Be safe on the road, bud.”

[indiefilmfatale]

Can you do a smut piece where steve and gator are absolutely destroying fem reader, maybe some spit and breeding kink in it?

yo we're doing these as separate headcannons bc i can't mentally comprehend clonecest in my horny little peabrain. gator loves spitting and stevie loves breeding you, oooobviously

it's really hard for gator to be soft. he just gets too excited in all of your heat and musk and his hard cock rubbing gently against the cloth of his army pants

like he barely participates in any foreplay because he can smell your cunt through your panties and can't help but shove you down on the bed and tear your underwear off in one foul swoop

and you're into it, but it doesn't exactly give you enough time to arouse yourself enough to be ready for him

to compensate, he kneels before your spread pussy, and lets a long string of spit dribble from your mouth and directly onto your clit

you're dizzy from the sight and feeling from it, head swirling, but he's too busy unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out-- not even bothering to take them off

and he just slams into you, causing an immediate whine in you as he splits your body with his cock with a coarse groan

he's pounding into you, hard and deep and you don't have time to adjust to his size before he's grabbing you by the throat and bringing his face close to your's

"goddamn, yur takin' me so well baby— shit." his hips are relentless and only quicken at the sound of you moaning at his words. "you sound so fuckin' pretty, open your mouth. open,"

but you don't really need to try, because his hands have moved up to your jaw and is squeezing your face so your lips pucker open

this time he spits aggressively in your mouth with a hard puh sound and you can taste the watermelon vapor in his saliva

"so good for daddy, that's it," he can feel your core tightening and throbbing around him, and he's done for

your back arches and the feeling of his tight grip on your throat and his big cock hitting you in the exact right spot... it's all too much. you crumple underneath him, orgasm clobbering you and you wrap your legs tighter around his hips with a "fuck, oh my god, i'm cumming..."

"that's it, honey, good girl, cum all over my cock.”

the slick of your orgasm creates these slopping pounding sounds as his thrusts grow faster and wetter as he chases his orgasm

he stops suddenly, shaky moans spilling from his mouth as his grip around you loosens and he buries his face in your neck

when he's calmed down, he climbs off of you immediately, leaving you as a limp body damp on his bed. he zips his pants, wipes his chin, mumbles a "thanks, darlin" before sitting back down at his desk and goes back to cleaning his gun

steve on the other hand is anything but aggressive

he prefers to take his time getting you nice and wet before he even thinks about taking care of himself-- kissing slowly down your body, palming at your nipples as he lovingly suckles on your clit, watching every wave of pleasure hit you

rubbing his groin against the end of the bed just enough to alleviate the throbbing agony of his hard untouched cock

and after he's sure you've cum at least once from his mouth, he kisses and licks and sucks his way back up to you, slipping his boxers off in the process. you can feel his sprung cock pressed against your wet core and you're all open and ready for him

when he pushes into you, it's slow and unsure and paired with a series of gasps at the relief

"n-not gonna last long, i'm sorry." he stutters, as if he hasn't already given you what you needed

"fuck me like you want, stevie. do whatever you want to me." you whisper past his hair and into his ear

he settles into a steady, agonizing rhythm and angling his hips upward so the tip of his cock rubs against your g-spot

but just because he's soft, doesn't mean he can't direct you to give him exactly what he wants, even if his words are snuggled between helpless moans and grunts

"can you.. mmph.. cum again for me babe? fuck— squeeze that perfect pussy around my fuuuck... fucking cock? mm-hm?"

and when you do, he's breathless. mouth open, heaving against your mouth, each exhale complimented with the perfect moans that grow higher in pitch with every thrust

you grip his back muscles and press him even closer to you as you cum, your tits pressing firmly against his chest as you spill pretty moans and convulse your thighs until their shaking

"i'm gonna-- i'm gonna-- please can i cum in you? please let me fill you baby, please please please." he's whining

you just nod feverishly as his cock warmths your cervix with his orgasm, his thrusts growing sloppy and slow.

then he kisses your sweaty forehead and rests his entire body on top of you, only pulling out of you to lower himself slightly and lay his head on your chest as you both catch your breath

[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 😮‍💨)

[usedtobecooler]

IKYFL GIVE US THE GATOR CRUMBS

don’t ever say i’m not good to you 🫶

[loveshotzz]

when he's leaning against the hot tub his hands look so fuckign huge i

HIS HANDS ARE MASSIVE

[buckysgrace]

feel totally free to ignore this if it isn’t up your alley …

but, everyone always talks about kissing steve and his freckles

what about GATOR??????? kissing every FRECKLE?????

Liiiiiisten, I have not stopped sobbing over this since I recieved it omgggggggggggggggggg

Just fluff and more fluff hehe

He'd obviously had a long day at work. He came home grumpy, less chatty than usual. Words often did nothing to make him better, but actions always worked.

You brushed his hands away from his lap, taking over that spot instead as he let out a small protest as he glanced towards the game in front of him. You sent him a sheepish grin as you rested your own hands against the nape of his neck.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked him softly, moving your face so that he was unable to avoid your pestering eyes. He sighed deeply as a hint of irritation crossed over his features.

You watched as the afternoon sun dipped in through the curtains, bouncing off of his warm skin and giving his usual dark eyes a golden hue. You admired him for a moment, thinking that you were so lucky to have someone as handsome as him.

You moved forward, brushing your lips lightly against the moles that were decorated near his left eye. You traced your lips down, moving to the two moles that were on his cheek. Then you danced your lips across the freckles that were brushed across the bridge of his nose.

You lingered for a bit longer against his nose, admiring the way it sloped and how it felt against your lips. He sighed, but you could tell it wasn't out of irritation. You could feel his body relaxing, becoming less stiff as you continued your movements.

You peppered your lips across his rosy cheeks, then down to his chin. You kissed each freckle, each mole diligently as you tried to keep a mental tally of just how many he had decorated across his face.

"Okay," You could hear the grin in his tone as he gripped your waist softly and you were fairly certain he was rolling his eyes at you, "Have you had enough?"

"No," You mused, grinning as you gripped his strong jaw and finally brought your lips against his own. They were slightly chapped, a little dry as you dragged your lips against his sweetly. You squeezed at his chin softly, his lips curling into a smile as you pulled away, "Now I'm done."

[hotluncheddie]

gator needs his little boycock sucked so bad…he just screams desperate virgin to me. like all of the girls he’s gotten remotely close with have gotten the ick (rightfully so), and so as each day goes on, he gets a little more antsy. he jerks off all the time, but sometimes he can’t bear to even look at his dick. why? he thinks it’s small (5 1/2 inches is average but he doesn’t know that) and that’s why girls don’t like it. in contrast to the harshness of the rest of him, the squish of his inner thighs perfectly fits with his soft pink balls and weeping tip. when he jerks off, all he can think about is a hot girl on her knees mocking him, smacking his hands away and teasing him for how easy he is. if anyone asked, he would pretend that he imagines “fucking whores doggy style” but in reality, he wants to be the one getting choked out. i am new to your slay community so can i be 🫚?

🫚 anon ur so fucking crazy! you’ve killed me, thank you, bestie this is so slay!

he absolutely screams desperate virgin and embarrassed about it. and add in like the religious trauma and maybe ideas about ‘purity’ that he rules over himself, his daddy issues and need to be good. UGH, so good.

like maybe he tries not to watch porn because he thinks it’s wrong or blasphemous or whatever but that makes him cling to the little things. like the cut of someones sun dress, or the last high school teacher who said he did a good job. playing those little moments over and over until he’s red raw and more needy than when he started.

and that’s how he has no idea he’s an average, normal guy, usual parts. not to mention his hands are big, strong from sports, they so easily engulf his length. and no girls ever gotten close enough for him to put two and two together that it would look a lot bigger in smaller hands. so instead his fantasies never involve someone choking on it, it’s always them pulling off, cooing at him meanly about its size.

he has a fantasy of a girl using the cuffs he keeps in his room on him, clasping his wrists behind his back. her kneeling in front of him and touching his soft inner thighs, tickling light fingers over his balls and edging him untill he’s sobbing.

just the thought makes his spend hours edging himself in his bed. imagining someone using him but never letting him finish. running tentative finger over his throat, squeezing just lightly. dipping the tip of his thumb into his mouth and sucking. he squeezes and pinches at his soft inner thighs, imagining how good it would feel to get a hickey there. he diligently shaves the hairs off himself down there, because it makes the area more sensitive, likes how it feels when his cum splatters over the smooth skin.

[userchai]

Gator unlocked a sexual frustration and rage in me that makes me a hazard to the public

bestie, I fucking understand. idk what it is about him but he unlocked something in me fr. 🤭🤭

[adelacreations]

Billy fans, lean me your ears! Even if you dislike Gator Tillman on GOD let's gatekeep him from the Billy antis cause I'm going to actually go feral if I witness another one loving Gator and hating Billy and Dacre

[wroteclassicaly]

can you do fireworks with...well I was going to way Gator but Steve also works if Gator is off the board.

Warnings: Language, friends to lovers, mentions of injury, Gator speaks a little rough towards reader, fluff, mentions masturbation, use of fireworks, alcohol, Gator being a dumb turtle boy, smut, and NSFW.

A/N: I had waaaaay too much fun with this one, so it’s obviously more than two paragraphs!

~*~

His headlights gave a too bright spotlight, causing him to trip over his own big ass feet, his zippo flying somewhere on the grass nearby. You snort at his antics, already flicking your bic to life and setting your sparkler ablaze. There’s an amber bottle of whiskey nearly gone, along with food wrappers and a blanket close by — courtesy of you, having stolen it off the end of Gator’s bed. You wave your stick around, dizzy off Jack Daniel’s and the buzz that being near your best-friend brings. Sharing one brain cell, the only person that can be around Gator Tillman full time (not without occasional headaches) — the town cannot separate you two. He drops to the ground, clearly irritated you got yours lit first.

“Hey,” you can’t help but to break in as he’s huffing between puffs on his vape, rifling through the grass with the other hand. He doesn’t look at you, but you continue. “Remember that time that you lit that fire rocket and accidentally sat on it? I swear I thought you broke your ass, man.”

Gator huffs in annoyance, clearly remembering what occurred just last year. You keep going. “I don’t know how you own a flame thrower and haven’t caught your junk or yourself on fire yet.”

“I am my junk, bitch!” He snaps, exasperated as you glares holes at you through the darkness.

The effects of heat coasting across the night breeze, crickets in the distance, and how the trees catch the rustling winds — it’s actually a nice ending to your day. You put your hands up, a snort leaving your mouth, especially right as you spot his lighter, reflected off his headlights. You motion to it with your sparkler, and he immediately grabs it, rolling his eyes. He paces a slight distance, he’s kneeling, his khaki camp tight across his legs, black shirt stretched over his biceps, tattoo on display. Your mouth waters, every imaginable scenario coming into play.

It’s not unusual to think about him this way. Hell, whenever you with someone else, it’s not their face that you see. Your best-friend has been at the end of every single orgasm you’ve had since meeting the shithead. You’re broken from your Gator-lusting reverie when his hand cracks the zippo to life, igniting the fireworks, crackling noises exploding and a fountain of colors explode into the air. Gator struts in front of them towards you in that way, hair strands blown into a disarray, hues of bright blues, golds, reds, pinks, and deep crimson lighting up the night sky behind him.

It’s a sight straight from a movie, and you don’t realize your sparkler has gone out. But it doesn’t matter, not as Gator clings to your energy and finds you chest to chest, tossing the stick from your hand. Your back is colliding with his truck in a vertigo-washed movement. He cradles your face, his breath soaked in jack, chew, and vape juice. It’s a big deal, but it’s also just two people meeting in ways that were always going to happen.

His nose bridge drags along your own as he pants the words across your mouth. “I’ve got rubbers in my glove box, babydoll. You gonna let me fuck you tonight? Teasing my cock so much, n’ you know it, too.”

“On the blanket…” you’re pawing at his shirt collar and he just shakes his head.

“Turn around and put your hands on my hood. You want me, you’re gonna take it the way that I give it to you.”

You’re immediately obeying, sky above faded out with streams of vibrant colors, smoke cloud wafting in this direction. He’s back after retrieving the items. It doesn’t take long…

~*~

He’d watched you touch yourself from behind, your jeans and thong on the ground below, as he slowly jerked himself off, enough until he’d achingly slid into the condom and spun you around. As much as he craved you in this position, he needed to see your face this first time, more than anything. He laid you upon the blanket, lifting your legs around his hips, and slid into you in one deep thrust, one you’d be feeling for days. You held tightly, groaning, whimpering pathetically into one another’s mouths. Your hands held a new, possessive purchase by digging into the plush of his bare ass, pushing him deeper.

He didn’t go home that night, and he didn’t take you home. But he did attempt to light another firework and you had driven him to the hospital to get his hand wrapped. Dumbass.

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Would love to hear your thoughts about boyfriend!gator 👀

EEEEEEEEE okay, just for you :3

Some Boyfriend!Gator Tillman Headcanons off the top of my noggin!!! (I live for inexperienced Gator, so that's what we're basing this off of today lol)

"Of course I'd take you out. Anywhere you want, any day of the -- well, as long as I'm off duty, of course. Even during the lunch hour, if that's somethin' you'd like. I'd be real good to you." Gator really just wants to please you, and he's willing to bend over backwards to do that, even if you wouldn't think so at the start. He longs to be loved and to be useful, and if taking you to a nice dinner in the next town over and sitting through a movie he doesn't give a shit about is what he has to do to be those things, then he will damn well do it with a smile on his face.

"I don't give a fuck if it's an accident or not. You say you're sorry. Don't make me ask again."

He has a bit of a temper, especially if anyone disrespects you. Even colliding with you on a busy street on accident is an offense, and he will make damn sure they apologize before they go on their way. He has you on a pedestal, and everyone around him is going to know it.

"Sometimes, I just -- I feel stupid for not knowin'. And it makes me mad...embarrassed, you know? I like that you teach me stuff. Just...don't tell anyone else. Please?"

It takes time to undo almost three decades of bad learning from his dad, but he's teachable, and he's willing to listen. You always tell him to be patient with himself because there's no shame in not knowing. He's still very insecure at times, and he definitely cares what people around him think of him, but you make him feel safe, so he's always willing to be vulnerable with you.

***Thank you sm for requesting this, I'll be thinking about more of these literally all day long 🥰🥰🥰***

[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

i hope i'm not too late for the smutty weekend!!!! but i need to know how the boys (Steve, Baron and Gator) would react being caught/walked in on having sex

(also i love your writing)

Never EVER too late baby! I’ll write smut always in all fairness, i’m just a fan of alliteration 💁🏽‍♀️✨

CW; exhibitionism, bar the first one the people catching you have no idea whats happening 🤍, handjob (m receiving), oral (f receiving), car sex, being caught ofc ✨

i’m into getting caught writing this one 😮‍💨

Gator;

The dirt track. Right underneath the willow tree tunnel. Meeting place with Gator when things got tough, boring, late, needy, heated, whatever. He’d pick you up in his SUV and take you there immediately, knowing you’d drop call him specifically twice and he’d be on his way for you.

For it to end up the same every time, windows steaming - keeping them shut in fear of anyone listening. Though as Gator bent you overloaded the middle console from the backseat, the noises falling from your mouth were often loud enough to hear through soundproof glass.

“You needed this, hm?” Gator grunted, pulling your ass back against his hips; fingernails indented into the folds between hips and thighs. You’d nod, moaning out a weak “yes, sir”. This would always make him pick up the pace, rocking the car and forcing you to balance your hands on the front seats just for stability. You’d feel it climbing, the perfect ache forming in your lower tummy and he knew it.

“Can feel you baby, you close?” He’d breathe out, grinding his hips forward. With a quick tug of your hair, he pulled your head up and you immediately gasped.

“Yeah? Right there?” Gator grunted.

“Gator stop - it’s -“

“Not too much baby, you can do it -“ He carried on, too lost in you. But you reached back and pushed him off you, sitting in the furthest corner of the backseat.

“What’s wrong? You were right there -“

He quickly shut up when you pointed towards the windscreen, the low headlights illuminating none other than Roy Tillman, hat and all. He stood relaxed, hands on his hips as he waited for the two of you to realise.

“Shit. Shitshitshitshit.” Gator mumbled, pulling up his camo pants and scrambling out of the backseat door, hoping he could either make it up to his dad or at least save you from a lecture. After what looked to be the most awkward conversation ever, surprisingly Roy looked towards the car, tipping his hat and walking away. Thank god.

Steve;

You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were going to hear the pitchy ding of the door bell, scared that a customer would walk in and see your head thrown back against the counter. Supposedly if they did, they’d have no idea that their video store sales assistant was tongue deep in his girlfriend. On his knees and whining against her clit as his arms wrapped around her thighs.

“What if -“

“Nobody’s coming in, honey.” He’d pull off just to say before diving back in again, somehow hungrier than before. He could stay there forever, blocking out the world and only tuning into the sounds tumbling from your lips. His mouth left you again, hands spinning your hips so your top half faced and collapsed against the Family Video desktop.

“Now you can keep look out while you come.” He growled, shuffling so he had his back against the counter so he could find comfort in your core again. Your hands gripped the edge of the counter as you felt that knot grow again, hips grinding back against his face.

With each ‘mhm’ he muttered against you, you throbbed in response. And just as that crescendo reached its highest peak, you saw her. Robin, jumping out of Vickie’s car and waving her off as she headed right towards the store.

“Steve - Steve - stop, Robin’s here, Robin’s coming - fuck -“ You mumbled nervously, trying to buck away from his mouth but he just chuckled.

“So act naturally then, Miss 4.0 Drama major.” Steve whispered cockily, mouth wrapping around your clit again as you tried to regain composure.

“Oh hey, didn’t expect you to be here so late, ignore me - Keith said he’d called nine times and no answer so I had to get my ass outta bed and come and stock check quickly. Do you know where Steve even is?” Robin rambled as she usually did, not even looking over at you as she headed straight to the first row of tapes and checking them.

You were already on the brink, but as Steve slipped two fingers inside you. “I - I uh, he was in the break - break room when I got here, I’ve just been - waiting -“

You could feel Steve smirking against you as he curled his fingers harder inside you, bringing you right over the edge as you closed your eyes and let it happen. Robin stood up.

“Oh, I’ll check. You okay?” Robin asked kindly, looking at you for a moment as you gritted your teeth and smiled softly. She headed towards the break room and Steve got up with a smug smirk, lips glistening as he giggled and wiped your mess away with the back of his hand. You fixed your skirt, hopping up on the counter and giggling with him. Robin came back out of the break room confused, sighing in relief when she saw Steve.

“Idiot, Keith’s been calling and calling you - why do you bother coming in if you don’t do anything?” Robin sighed as she slung her bag over her shoulder and headed towards the front door again.

“I got caught up.”

Baron;

Needy. Baron’s new middle name. He’d call you throughout the day, mumbling that he was just ‘checking in’ but he wanted to know where you were and how long it would be till he could see you again.

Now here you were, pressed against his chest as his back was against an incredibly wide oak tree on the outskirts of town, civilisation a short bike ride away, but away nonetheless. His head was back against the bark, brown eyes looking up at the sunlight through the trees as he felt like he was ascending.

“Still with me, darling?” You’d say softly as your lips carried on pressing to his neck, one of your hands cupping his face and the other stroking the outline of his arousal through his shorts.

“Mhm.” He mumbled sweetly, tilting his head back down to meet your gaze, his eyes hooded immediately as he saw how beautiful you looked in the afternoon sun. Mischievous twinkles in your irises as you smiled almost innocently, before your hands were unzipping the shorts and pulling them his mid-thigh.

“Oh honey - are you sure? We’re, well we’re outside and -“

“I can stop, I thought that’s what you wanted, you said on the phone and I quote, ‘if I don’t feel your hands on me, I’m riding this bike into Ron’s shop window’ end quote.” You’d say with a giggle, halting your movements.

“I did - I did say that, you’re right,” He mumbled, his drawl thicker as he grew more and more needy for you now he knew you met him just to give him the pleasure he begged for, “I want it- want you.”

Pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, you pulled away only centimetres, cupping your hand underneath your mouth and spitting crudely into your palm before gripping his cock softly.

“Now just focus on me, okay darling?” You’d reassure him, matching his smile as he nodded eagerly back, his knees almost going slack as you stroked him. Unfortunately for the pair of you, the intense and thrilling moment came to a halt as you heard a dog barking loudly, followed by the sounds of crunching leaves and women’s shrill voices cackling.

“Shit - who - why is there -“

“Baron, pull your damn pants up and kiss me.” You whispered hastily, wiping your hands on your clothes and almost screaming with shock as Baron did what you said and spun you round; your back hitting the bark as he kissed you hard.

“Ow fuck-“ You giggled against his lips, kissing him back as you opened your eyes and looked over his shoulder. A familiar face with a friend walked past with her dog and the two women clocked you both.

“Oh young lovers - Baron?” One of the ladies spoke, pulling her dog on its leash closer to her and picking it up into her arms. Baron turned halfway around, hyperaware of the heavy erection straining in his shorts as he smiled and waved haphazardly at the ladies.

“Hi. Hi Biscuit.” Baron mumbled awkwardly as he waved at the dog. Nudging his elbow into your ribs playfully as you giggled at the situation.

“You got yourself a lovely girl there, huh? I remember those days.” The two ladies stood not that far away from you both as they started reminiscing together. Baron turned his head back to look at you before looking down at his…predicament, before the two of you burst into a fit of giggles, shouting a ‘we’ll catch y’all later’ to the women and running away, Baron almost limping with the need for relief.

[usedtobecooler]

Honestly I would absolutely LOVE it if you wrote more stuff for Gator! I would read that stuff in an INSTANT

DON’T HYPE ME UP ANON I’LL DO IT 😩

[loveshotzz]

gator’s rough, hard, grabby. hands in your hair, on your throat, spanking your ass, pinching your nipples and slapping your clit until you’re wailing and begging for more.

he’s got you bouncing on his thick cock, making you do all the work — earning your own pleasure. you pounced on him before he could even take is clothes off, camo pants rucked down his thighs, padded vest and thick shirt a stark contrast to your fully naked, writhing form.

he’s hardly breaking a sweat, forcefully guiding your hips up and down with one strong hand, fingertips digging into the fat of your hip. other hand grabbing at your neck, fingers pinching the sides and choking the air from your lungs.

you wail. begging, crying, whole body set alight by his touch, his cock buried so deep you think he might leave bruises in his wake. you hope he does.

‘gotta shut your pretty little mouth or you don’t get to cum,’ his voice is low, deep, gravelly. he motions towards the table at the side of you, pinching your cheeks and forcing your head to the side to glance at the roll of duct tape sitting there as a menacing reminder of the last time you disobeyed, ‘remember what i can do with that, sweet thing.’

you disobey anyway, hoping he’s not full of empty promises. he tapes your mouth and rag dolls you on his cock like you weigh nothing. you cum, and he spanks you until you’re so sore and bruised you know you won’t be able to sit the next day. 🫶

— absolutely not candy (except it is sorry :/)

candy, how could you do this to me? how could you come into my asks like this. WITH GATOR NONE THE LESS 😩 I can’t even think straight, you have no idea how much I needed this. WE needed this.

I gotta tag my gator girls: @palmtreesx3 @sweetsweetjellybean @carolmunson @newlips @superblysubpar @girlwiththerubyslippers @hazzaismyreligion sorry to do this to you. but if candy had to make my brain short circuit. so do YOURS.

[oatmilk-vampire]

Eff, Marry, Kill— EVIL Joe Keery Edition:

Steve Harrington (FROM SEASON 1)

Gator Tillman

Kurt Kunkle

GIRL. Wtf am I supposed to do??

F - Gator Tillman

M - Steve Harrington

K - Kurt Kunkle

Was kinda hard to pick between Gator and Kurt, I didn't really wanna kill either but Kurt would probably livestream us having sex and I did not want that. Gator would probably be a bitch but maybe I'll be in the good graces of the Tillmans after that. Plus I wanna dom him.

S1 Steve eventually gets better, right? He deserves a marriage and 6 kids and I'm fully prepared to give that to him. Someone gotta get him pregnant.