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plentyoffandoms · 5 months

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Gator Tillman x f/Reader (18+)

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

Warnings: Some swearing. Oral (m receiving) unprotected sex. car sex.

Gifs & Photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @djoswiftie

Summary: Gator & f/Reader have never gotten along, even though they both like one another. Reader's car breaks down, & Gator's father forces him to drive her around until it is fixed. Once it is, she thanks Gator in her own way.

GATOR TILLMAN'S POV

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my favourite Deputy." Came the sarcastic voice of known other than YN LN. All I could do was sigh when I heard her walk closer to me. I was standing in line, waiting to grab some lunch.

"Or should I say my favourite Daddy's boy." This part came in whisper close to my ear.

"Oh fuck off." I seethe through my teeth as I turned around to look at her. She just held up her hands and took a step back.

"Now Gator, no need for such profanity. We are adults now."

I turned back around as the small line was moving.

YN has been nothing but a thorne in my side ever since she moved here at the beginning of freshman year of high school. For some reason, she had it out for me, but she never showed this side to anyone else.

Everyone thought she was this sweet, kind woman. She went to my father's church every Sunday, wearing the prettiest of dresses. She volunteers with the elderly and spends her summer breaks from teaching, tutoring the children so none of them have to repeat their grade.

But I know how she truly is.

She is just a fucking bitch who will one day realise that she can fuck right off.

I stepped to the side when I was placed my order and to my suprise, when she stepped up her order was already to go.

She saw me looking at her, my mouth slightly opened. She giggled and placed her hand under my chin and gently closed my mouth. "Call ahead next time, Gator." I felt myself twitch in my pants when she said my name.

Oh yeah, I also have a massive crush on her. She may hate me, but I want nothing more than for her to scream my name as fuck her.

◆

It was Sunday, and I was in my father's church listening to him preach. I tried to keep my mind from wandering, but she was sitting in the same pew as me.

Her gaze fixated on my father, her legs crossed and her hands in her lap as she too listened. Her dress was hiked up just enough for me to get a sneak peak at her bare thighs.

The services ended, and I stood up, as did she. "Gator, I need you to drive Miss LN home. Her car broke down as she was coming here." My father said.

"Oh, Sir, thank you, but I will be just fine walking home." She stopped talking when my father held up his hand.

"Now, you live a bit too far to be walking. It won't trouble for Gator to be taking you home and driving you around until your car starts working again. Isn't that right, Gator?"

I wanted to protest and say she could find someone else to drive her around, but I didn't. "Of course, it is no trouble for me. Come, let's get you home."

The moment I slammed the drivers side door of my car, I drove as fast as I could to get away from the church.

She went to touch the radio but I slapped her hand away. "Don't touch my shit."

"Seriously, Gator? Come on."

"I bet your car is working just fine. You did this just to spit me." I said to her.

"You will see my car, broken down. Everything is closed as it is a Sunday, so it won't get picked up until tomorrow. You really think highly of yourself if you think I revolve my life around you, Tillman."

◆

We were silent, and just as she said, I saw her car on the side of the road. I didn't apologise for being rude to her. We pulled up in front of her small home, and before I could speak, she opened the car door and got out.

She leaned down, and I could see right down her dress. She cleared her throat, and I looked into her eyes. "Like what you see, Gator?" She bit her lip, and I dumbly nodded my head, yes.

"Of course you do, I bet you jerk off to me every single night, moaning my name as you cum all over your chest, wishing for me to lick it up."

Is she really saying this to me right now?

"Why don't you come in Gator, Gator, Gator, are you even listening to me, you perv?"

"What?" I shook my head, trying to get what dream YN said out of my head.

"I don't need you to pick me up tomorrow."

"Oh no, then you tell my Dad I didn't pick you up. Nice try, YN." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Stop trying to please your dad, Daddy's boy. Maybe you may get laid then." She slammed the car door before I could think of a comeback.

◆

She leaned down, and I could see right down her dress. She cleared her throat, and I looked into her eyes. "Like what you see, Gator?" She bit her lip, and I dumbly nodded my head, yes.

"Of course you do, I bet you jerk off to me every single night, moaning my name as you cum all over your chest, wishing for me to lick it up."

Is she really saying this to me right now?

"Why don't you come in Gator, Gator, Gator, are you even listening to me, you perv?"

"What?" I shook my head, trying to get what dream YN said out of my head.

"I don't need you to pick me up tomorrow."

"Oh no, then you tell my Dad I didn't pick you up. Nice try, YN." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Stop trying to please your dad, Daddy's boy. Maybe you may get laid then." She slammed the car door before I could think of a comeback.

◆

I was sitting in my squad car, outside her house. I didn't see her come up to the drivers side door. She made me jump as she knocked on the window. I got out of the car to open the door for her.

"I told you I didn't need you to pick me up. I have Brian picking me up." A flash of jealousy coarsed through my body.

"Who the fuck is Brian?"

"Brian McKee. We teach at the middle school, together. You went to school with him."

"You knew you had a ride. Call him saying he doesn't need to come."

"I will not, Gator. I will not be seen being dropped off in a police car."

"So if I showed in my car, you would let me drop you off?"

"I don't know, maybe." Brian pulled up right behind me, and he waved at me. I just stared him down.

"Look, pick me after your day is done, in your car. You know how kids are. They may think I got arrested, and you need to slap handcuffs on me."

It was not the first time I had ever thought her in handcuffs, but I coughed to hide the moan from slipping from my mouth.

"Fine."

I watched as she ran towards Brian's car, and I had to fight not to rush after them and pull him over for a "broken taillight."

◆

I picked her up every day in my car, from home and work. I made sure that I was there on time and that she got into her safely.

It is Sunday once more, and I am just about to turn off the car and get out.

"My car will be ready tomorrow." She suddenly said.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, let's make today memorial, huh?" I don't know why I said that, but she just smiled and nodded.

The two of us went into the church, her once again in the same pew as me, but sitting right next to me.

"I have a gift for you in the car." She said before my Dad came out. I don't remember her bringing a gift.

I was about to voice that thought as well, but she shushed as my Dad took his spot at the front of the church.

My mind kept wondering what the hell she got me and why she didn't give it to me when she got into the car.

◆

The two of us were in the back seat of my car, my hands tangled in her hair as she moved her mouth up and down my cock.

I could see myself in the rear view mirror. My hair is a mess, and my mouth is hanging open. My eyes were half closed, her name falling from my lips now.

When she asked me to drive us somewhere secluded, I wasn't expecting this. I actually thought she was going to strip me and leave me out in the wild, but no. Once parked, she got in the backseat, spread her legs, and I was instantly hard when I saw she was wearing no panties and she was soaked.

I had to slap myself to see if this was a dream, but even she leaned forward and grabbed my hand, took two fingers into her mouth, and started to suck, I knew this was real and not just some daydream.

She moaned around my cock, making me accidentally thrust up into her mouth, and she gagged around my cock, making me groan out her name.

She pulled her mouth off of my cock, but kept her hands there, quickly jerking my cock. "No, stop, please." She slowed her movements and the sound of pleas.

"What's wrong, Gator?" She got close to my face. "Afraid of coming so soon?" I knew she was mocking me, but I whimpered out a soft yes.

"Don't worry, baby, I will take care of you. No lean back." I did as she asked.

She got between my legs and leaned forward to rest her arms on the front seat.

I held up the bottom of her dress and watched as she sunk down on my cock. Not believing that this was actually happening.

"Fuck Gator. You're so deep." She was grinding her hips back and forth. I couldn't even respond to her, afraid if I did I would cum before this even really started.

She leaned back against my chest, her arm above my head, gripping the backseat headrest and started to grind and bounce apon my cock.

She was moaning my name as she used my cock for her pleasure. "Gator baby, need you."

"What?" I was lost, but let her grab my hand, and place it against her clit. It finally clicked in. I started to rub her clit, making her already tight pussy, get even tighter around my cock.

"You going to cum all over my cock?" I asked her as I nipped her earlobe.

"Yes, Gator, so close."

"Who is making you feel good?"

"Gator. You, Gator. Only you."

That did it for me. I kept rubbing her clit as I came inside of her, moaning her name loudly.

"Yes, yes, yes, Gator. Don't stop. Almost there. Gator, Gator.... GATOR."

My name came out in a scream as she came. Her pussy fluttering around my cock, making me groan into her hair.

She didn't move, and neither did I, until she finally moved off of me. The both of us are fixing ourselves to look presentable.

I drove us to her place, the windows rolled down, airing out the car so it didn't smell like sex.

"What the hell was that?" I finally asked as I pulled up in front of her place

"That was your thank you gift for driving me around all week."

"Well shit, I'll keep driving you around if you thank me like that."

"Take me on a date first, Gator, and we will see."

"Want to go on a date?" I asked her.

"Really, Gator? Put some effort into it." She rolled her eyes and got out of the car. I watched as she got into her house, okay.

I finally pulled away from the curb, smirking to myself.

'Yeah, I am a fucking winner.'

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muldermuse · 3 days

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Okay, but dad!Gator is making me feral. He loves and fiercely protects his little family so much! Could you imagine, for whatever reason, it’s like a big deal or something, they have to go back for a day or two, what would it be like running into Roy and/or Glinda

THIS IS UNREAL

IM WRITING A FIC ABOUT IT AS WE SPEAK

brief snippet below the cut

(also will hopefully be done soon- but don’t hold out) ❤️

When Gator Tillman gets nervous, he bites the tattered skin around his thumb until it bleeds. He’s that nervous now that the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth doesn’t stop him. You’re tracing shapes on your 7 month baby bump, you feel huge- definitely bigger than you felt with Cooper. The skin is taut and you consistently feel uncomfortable but you’ve never felt as loved. As soon as you started to show, Gator decided to work later shifts so you can lay in, most mornings you awaken to the feeling or pecks of your husband and your son littering your face.

“C’mon Coops, she isn’t waking up- we need to give her more kisses” Your eyes are squeezed shut but you can envisage the giddy smile of Cooper’s face as he presses his lips to your cheeks and ‘mwahs’ at the contact. He blesses you with compliments all the time, sometimes it’s when you’re dressed for dinner and other times it’s when you’re hot and uncomfortable after a shower. A precise kiss placed to your head with a steady, “I’m lucky to have you, thank you”. He thanks you everyday. He wants to ensure you know he’s grateful for this.

For his new life.

For his dream come true.

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cycat-carisi · 28 days

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Lonesome Superhero Part 4

Pairing: Gator Tillman x f!reader (not romantic)

Summary: Months after moving away from Stark County, things finally come to a head as you confront your fears and the Tillmans confront the law. How will Gator react and what truths will emerge?

Warnings: language, misogynistic themes from the show, mentions of DV

Length: 3.3k +

A/N: This one deviates from cannon. I had a theory while watching the show. It turned out to be incorrect, but I really liked it and had already used it as the foundation for this series, so I decided to run with it anyway. Tah-dah! This is kind of an AU, but I really like it!

Fic below the cut or on AO3 here

"Batman. Superman. Spiderman. Ugh! It's always gotta be guys doing the hero stuff!" you huff, splaying out Gator's comic books that sit atop the cafeteria table.

"Duh!" he replies as you plunk yourself down beside the dark-haired boy. "They've got the superpowers; of course they're gonna save the day!"

"Yeah, but it's always about a guy, and the girl is the one that always hasta be saved. What you need is to read this one, Gate." You slap down an issue of Wonder Woman in front of your best friend. "Now she's a superhero!"

Gator stares skeptically at the bright yellows and reds that compose the artwork on the comic book cover.

"Go ahead," you grin triumphantly, "take it home for a bit. I personally guarantee that you'll love it!"

With his hardened frown dissolving into a warm smile, a twelve-year-old Gator Tillman peers fondly at his best friend next to him. Somehow you always managed to make him feel good: valued, accepted, and truly understood.

Nodding affirmatively, Gator then gathers the comic and tucks it in his backpack along with the others for the trip home. That, however, would be the last time you would see your issue of Wonder Woman. Days turned into weeks, and Gator claimed that he "wasn't finished yet". Excuses piled up until you eventually forgot that the comic even existed. In reality, however, it was Roy Tillman who ensured that the Amazonian heroine had no influence on his son.

-x-

The simple days of comic books have long since passed. Now, here you are in a completely different state, living each day by constantly glancing over your shoulder. Sleep eludes you despite the four deadbolts on your tiny apartment’s door. The smallest, most insignificant noises startle you, causing panic to seize your chest in a vice-like grip, terrified that he’s found you. Even your performance at work has declined, which is something that neither you nor your patients can afford. While you might have escaped from Stark County, the looming fear of Roy Tillman and his son follows you like the darkest of rain clouds.

A soft touch to your shoulder makes your body stiffen and your muscles jump. The echoes of beeping machines and the fluorescent lighting overhead reel you back to reality as the hand pulls away, startled by your reaction.

“Are you alright?” the head nurse speaks softly. “Mr. Patel’s dressing needs changing in room 305.”

As you turn around to face your boss, it’s clear your answer to her question is a resounding ‘no’.

The nurse’s features deepen with concern. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

You have held everything in for a couple months now, completely isolated and alone – too afraid to tell your truth in case the long arm of Roy Tillman’s law finds you. However, your boss is here in the present. She runs a tight ship at work, expecting your best, but she has also shown you nothing but kindness. And right now, her sincerity is breaking down the barriers that hold your fears tightly locked away.

Flagging down another nurse to cover the hospital floor, the two of you escape to a break room, where you find the courage to release your truths. You tell her about Gator and about Roy. You tell her that you are sorry for your inadequate performance at work but that you are just so scared. And instead of judging you, she holds you while you cry. She reassures you that you are brave and that she cares. But she also delivers the harsh reality that you can’t go on this way – that the only way to permanently end this torment is to go to the police.

At first, you recoil in aversion. The tendrils of your fear extend to the possibility that the Tillmans have connections across several state lines, yet the gentle encouragements from the head nurse help settle your unease. You know deep down that it is the right thing to do.

-x-

A loud bang on the door startles Gator awake. His head lolls towards his alarm clock, his eyes slowly peeling open. 1am?!? For Christ’s sake! Wiping the drool from his mouth, the Tillman son throws on a dirty white tank top to match his boxers and begins to drag himself into the hallway.

Another couple of loud knocks ring out amongst muffled shouts. Who the fuck is that, and what the fuck do they want?!? Gator seethes, patience worn thin.

BANG BANG BANG “North Dakota state police! Open up!”

Oh, shit! With his system now fully jolted awake, Gator scrambles down the hall. “Dad!” he yells frantically, open palm slapping against his father’s bedroom door. “Dad!”

The door swings open, and an angry gaze is immediately cast down over Gator. Roy towers over his son, nipple piercings glinting in the low light. “What have I told you about waking me, boy?”

Gator visibly shrinks, his face wrought with panic. “But dad, it’s the –”

BANG BANG BANG “North Dakota state police! This is your final warning! Open up!”

The two men’s heads whip towards the direction of the front door downstairs. Roy shoves his son out of the way, bounding down the staircase at lightning speed. Gator is left behind with his mouth gaping; a confused and sleepy Karen joins him at the bedroom entrance. She sleepily wraps her robe around herself, unaware of the events about to transpire.

The next several moments pass by in a hazy blur. Gator hears his father greet the police and listens as that deep voice raises in anger. The figures stir, and the next thing Gator witnesses is his father being forcefully cuffed and led out the front door. Karen shrieks, and her wails ring through Gator’s ears as she runs out of the house after her husband. Gator feels as though life is in slow motion; that the world around him is crumbling away. He barely registers what's happening thereafter until he feels the cool metal of a handcuff being secured around his wrist. He blinks slowly as his other arm is guided behind his back and a cuff cinches shut.

He should resist. He should be fighting back like the reptile he is named for…Yet, he doesn't. Instead of panic, instead of fear, a weird sensation akin to relief takes root and begins to blossom inside of Gator’s chest as he, too, is led out of his childhood home towards the blue and red flashing lights that pierce the darkness.

-x-

“I’m not saying a word. Not. A. Fucking. Word!” spits the Tillman son before harshly folding his arms across his chest and gluing his gaze to the metal table in front of him.

“Peter,” coaxes a female police officer. “We know you were there. Just tell us what happened.”

Gator doesn’t look up. He simply swallows thickly.

The middle-aged officer shifts from her place beside the table; her sleek shadow moves next to her in the dim lighting as she takes a seat across from the young man. Her voice lowers and mellows as she begins to speak. “You must really like her,” the officer pauses to allow her words to sink in. “You just wanted your chance to be with her. No one can fault you for that. But, she told us her version of that night in the parking lot, and now we need your side of it too.”

A brief flicker from hazel irises catch in the light. A thumb rubs anxiously back and forth along his bicep, and a pair of thin lips pinch together tightly. Yet still, Gator Tillman remains quiet.

The officer glances behind her and gives a nod towards the two-way mirror. Mere seconds later, the interview room door creaks open, and her colleague, a six-foot-something brick shithouse of a man, enters the room. His presence seems to swallow the entirety of the small space.

Gator’s gaze flashes up towards the large officer, brows knitting defiantly.

“Peter,” the female officer starts again, a soft tone still woven into her words, “we would like you to see something.”

-x-

“Sheriff Tillman,” chimes a female FBI agent, “things will be so much easier for you if you just tell us the truth. We have your son in the next room over. Tell us what happened before he does.”

“My son?” The man bursts out in bitter laughter. “My son is a waste of space. None of us would be here if it weren’t for him. He goes out and makes a fool of himself in front of some dumb broad, and then comes crying to daddy to help him win her over.”

The FBI agent plants her palms firmly on the metal table and leans in to stare her suspect down. “According to what our witness told us, it doesn’t seem like you set out to do any of that.”

Roy scoffs. “The only reason I went to chat with that young lady was because my so-called son was too much of a pussy to land the little whore on his own!”

Biting back a smirk, the agent presses on. “Your son seems to be a touchy subject for you, Roy. You hired him as your deputy, so he must be doing something right.”

Roy’s face contorts as if he has just heard the most outrageous statement imaginable. “The boy is a complete fuckup.” He grits his teeth. “It’s been that way ever since he took his first breath. All scrawny and weak. I thought a job on the force would toughen him up – make a man out of him – but he’s still just as pathetic as the day he was born.”

Even as he sits in police-issue sweatpants and t-shirt, Roy Tillman’s presence consumes the oxygen in the room. The resentment the senior Tillman holds for his son is reflected back at him in the two-way mirror.

Yet, just beyond that mirror is the face of a boy. One who has just been shoved headfirst into reality. He remains quiet, attempting to hide the emotions that course under his skin – afraid that somehow his father can see him watching on.

“Peter,” the officer speaks quietly from over his shoulder. “You don’t have to protect him anymore.”

Gator stares silently at his father. The Stark County sheriff looks like a caged beast that is aggressively pacing its confinements as it plots the best moment to strike.

“I can’t…” whispers Gator, the words catching in his throat.

A warm hand finds his shoulder. “You can, Peter. If not for yourself, then for her. You have the chance to make things right.”

-x-

"Mr. Tillman," bellows the prosecutor. Gator blinks, refocusing on the wood-decorated courtroom and the many faces that fill the rows of his surroundings. "You have testified here today on the many crimes – illegal weapons dealings, internal police corruption, and missing person’s cases – that Sheriff Roy Tillman is allegedly accused of orchestrating and or committing. However, there is one missing person's case that has yet to be discussed –"

"OBJECTION!" yells the defense lawyer, rising to his feet with palms slapping down against his desk. "This is new evidence that my council has not been informed of!"

A gasp resonates amongst the shocked crowd in the gallery.

The judge levels her gaze at both men. “Approach.”

"Your honor," explains the prosecution coolly as he arrives at the bench, "this testimony falls under the category of missing persons from Stark County which the state and the defense have agreed are admissible topics inside this court."

The judge silently consults her notes. It seems as though everyone in the room is holding in a collective breath. Finally, the judge announces her conclusion, "Overruled. I'll allow it. Please continue."

The defense attorney angrily sits back down, exchanging careful glances with his client as he does.

From his seat, Roy Tillman’s hardened eyes descend upon his son. In the past, that look always made Gator fold as easily as a house of cards. This time, however, Gator finds the courage to turn away. His hazel eyes seek out yours, and he finds you sitting quietly behind the prosecution, unwilling to allow any Tillman to witness the fear that runs through your veins.

"Peter," chimes the prosecutor. "Can you please tell the jury what you saw that day?"

Snapping out of his trance, Gator shifts to focus on the lawyer in front of him. He swallows thickly. It's now or never.

"I – I was five years old,” he begins. “One evening my mother came rushing into my room. She told me to pack my favorite toys into a bag because we had to leave right away. She never told me why; she just left my room in a hurry.” Gator’s expression suddenly changes. It appears as though he has been transported to some distant place in his memory. “Then… I remember hearing the front door slam and heavy footsteps pound up the stairs to my door. It was my father. He pointed a finger at me and told me to get in bed. To not come out. I remember being so confused as he shut my door and left. Next thing I heard was the yelling and shouting. Both my mother and father were screaming at each other. Again.”

“What happened next, Peter?” the prosecution coaxes gently.

“I – I was just trying to figure out what was going on.” Gator’s eyes squeeze shut at the memory. “I disobeyed my father and crept to the edge of the stairs. I sat just out of sight and watched it through the banister.”

“It? What was it that you saw?” the prosecutor prompts again.

“I saw my father swing and momma drop.” Gator’s voice falters, tone becoming boyish at the mention of his mother. “When she didn’t get up, my father picked her up and put her over his shoulder. I – I remember her hand dangling as he carried her towards the back door. I was so scared. I ran back up to my room and got in bed.”

“Peter, that must have been a very traumatic experience for you, especially at such a young age. But do you remember any other details about that night?”

“I remember seeing our shaggy white rug being stained bright red as my mother was lying on it. That rug was gone the next day.”

“Okay, good. Now, why didn’t you tell anyone? Why keep this a secret for so many years? You must have loved your mother, no?”

“Of course I loved my mom!” Gator’s voice cracks again. “But I never told anyone because I had disobeyed my father that night. I knew I would be punished if he found out.”

“Punished how, Peter?”

“The belt.”

The prosecutor nods somberly. “And what did your father tell you had happened to your mother?”

“My father told me – told everyone – that mom had run away. That she didn't want to be with us anymore. I spent twenty-some years convincing myself that his story was true."

As Gator concludes his testimony, you notice a shimmer in his eyes. He swallows hard to blink the moisture away.

On the opposite side of the courtroom, Roy's jaw clenches and unclenches, his features betraying his shock and anger. He clearly hadn't known what Gator witnessed all those years ago, and if looks could kill, Gator's body would already be cold.

The gallery remains eerily silent.

"Thank you, Mr. Tillman," speaks the judge. "Would the defense like to cross-examine?"

"We would, your honor," replies Roy's attorney through tight lips.

The stout man rises from his seat and buttons his suit coat. He clears his throat. "Mr. Tillman – Gator. “You fit to benefit from testifying against your father today, don’t you?" Before the Tillman son has a chance to reply, the lawyer opens his mouth again. "Is it true that you will receive a reduced sentence despite admitting to being a major player in some of the alleged crimes committed?"

Gator stares up at the defense attorney dejectedly. "Yes, sir," he admits. "Five years for accessory, plus psychiatric counseling."

You watch as some jury members knit their brows together. Prosecutors make deals all the time in exchange for testimony. This reveal shouldn't come as a surprise.

The lawyer’s smirk widens as he turns to the judge. "The defense rests, your honor."

Nodding towards Gator, the judge dismisses him, and a bailiff escorts him quietly towards the exit of the courtroom. As he passes your row, Gator cautiously meets your gaze for the second time that day. He merely gives you a solemn frown before once again bowing his head as he is led away.

Meanwhile, you are left standing there completely dumbfounded, your mind swimming with thoughts. Who would have known that this whole situation would unravel into something so sinister? You knew that Roy Tillman was a shady character. You knew that many in Stark County feared him, but you never could have fathomed the extent as to why. Neither could you have predicted how all of this had influenced Gator. Yet somehow, the pieces of the puzzle fit together seamlessly. The introverted boy from middle school. The bully from high school. The pompous ass you swore at outside of the retirement home. And even Roy's threat in the dark parking lot. It all added up. Gator had spent twenty-plus years harbouring a dark secret while his father attempted to mold Gator into a carbon copy of himself. The years of abuse, neglect, and conditioning… It didn’t excuse everything that had happened, but it certainly put it all into perspective.

-x-

In the days that follow, you attend each court session dutifully. You hear other witness testimony that incriminates Roy in a multitude of nefarious actions. You even hear from a young woman named Dorothy, who bravely stares down the sheriff as she recounts the abuse she endured by his hand.

Of course, the defense tries to weave the evidence into misconstrued accounts that shift the blame away from the senior Tillman. But as the trial wears on, the faces of the jurors drift from skepticism towards disgust. And, as the final verdict is read, tension converts to relief when Roy Tillman is found guilty on each criminal charge he is tried for.

You watch stoically as the disgraced Sheriff is led away, tethered in cuffs and chains, yet somehow this result feels partially empty. Countless lives have forever been altered by this man, and the weight of that grim realization smothers you. Your thoughts briefly drift to Gator and how he, despite everything he admitted to, is yet another victim of the corrupt county sheriff.

You shake those dark thoughts away as you file out of the courtroom amongst the rest of the crowd.

-x-

A couple months go by, and you finally allow yourself to breathe. Roy Tillman is locked away in a maximum security facility, never to wield his power again, while Gator has been sent east to serve out his time.

Back in Stark County, the harsh winter passes. Frigid snow retreats, allowing the landscape to blossom once again. And, just as spring rolls into the county, so do you. After all, your heart had always been at the retirement home, seeking to give back to the community you grew up in. Life even seems to return to normal as Stark County gradually beings to heal from the long reign of the Tillman lineage.

Then, on one beautiful spring afternoon, you return home from your shift to find a padded envelope resting against your door frame. Taking the package inside, you notice that the return address belongs to a federal correctional institution in New Hampshire. Your brow furrows in confusion as you open up the envelope.

Its contents make you gasp.

Bright yellows and reds catch your eye as a familiar image brings up forgotten memories. Attached to the front cover of the Wonder Woman issue is a sticky note that reads:

I’m sorry for everything.

- Gator

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(An epilogue is in the works!)

#Gator tillman #Gator tillman x reader #gator x reader #gator tillman x you #gator fargo #gator tillman fanfiction #my fanfic #lonesome superhero series #fargo season 5 #fargo s5 #gator tillman fanfic #what even are tags?#I really liked my AU idea-I understand why they wrote it how they did in the show and it worked but I kinda like my backstory for Gator mor #joe keery #joe keery characters

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loryevrg · 2 years

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Steve Harrington / Stranger Things - Ep. 2x02 (2017), Joe Keery

#joe keery #joe keery gifs #joe keery characters #steve harrington #steve stranger things #stranger things #season two #stranger things 2 #gif maker #gif making #fangirl #fandom #jkeery

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irlplasticlamb · 2 years

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STRANGER THINGS VOLUME 2 SPOILERS

still bawling thanks duffer bros <3

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#vic.txt #my art #stranger things spoilers #st spoilers #steddie #art #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things 4 #joe keery #digital art #artists on tumblr #illustration #fanart #character art #joseph quinn

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keeryscharm · 3 months

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joe keery characters as “weird stuff guys said during sex” tiktok comments

#i am sorry #i read the comments and inspiration struck #forgive me joe #characters as #joe keery #steve harrington #gator tillman #kurt kunkle #walter keys mckey #baron #wtf is baron’s last name?

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steddielations · 2 years

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file this under tweets that make me cry myself to sleep

#they are truly a little family how could st break them up #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #mp #ph #dustin henderson #steveddie #henderdads #eddie x steve #stranger things #joseph quinn #joe keery #gaten mazzarato #character analysis

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kassy-munson · 22 days

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call me anytime, anywhere

#joe keery #joe keery fandom #sean lockwood #finalmente l’alba #finally dawn #joe keery characters #sean joe keery #joe keery sean lockwood #joseph david keery

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Hi! I LOVE YOUR CONTENT! I was wondering if you could write fluff where joe and y/n are out with their young child in a forest? ❤️

Family Walks - J.K

honestly don’t know how to feel about this one, i hope it’s okay because i didn’t know how to end it, have a lovely day/night <3

THE RETURN OF LOCKIE- honestly my favourite baby name😭

it was a late Sunday afternoon. you had just finished watching a Disney movie with Joe and your daughter, Lockie. she had just turned one and she was full of energy. it was a nice day and you didn’t really want to waste it so you suggested going on a walk in the forest which was about half an hour away from your house. Joe also liked the idea and you both started getting ready. you and Lockie walked up the stairs, her hand holding onto your pointer finger, allowing herself to balance as she walked.

you both walked into her room, helping her pick out an outfit for the walk. even though it was a nice day, you knew it would get cold, so you dressed her in joggers and a hoodie and put her hair in a pony tail. it wasn’t really long but putting it up allowed it to get out of her face. you put on her little trainers and walked with her to your bedroom where Joe was just finishing putting a hat on top of his head. when he saw Lockie, he put his arms out and scooped her up, she giggled and put her hands on his face, he took her back downstairs, allowing you to get ready.

after you put on your trainers, you walked downstairs, seeing Joe and Lockie sat on the sofa, Joe ‘eating’ her hand. she laughed loudly as he did it, making him laugh with her. “aren’t you two so cute” you said, walking to them, sitting down next to Joe a hand running softly across Lockies cheek. she blushed and let her face fall into Joe’s chest. you laughed lightly and got up, putting your hand out for Joe to grab. he did and you grabbed the keys that were on the side by the front door. you both walked to the car, hand in hand, Lockie on Joe’s shoulder still. he got her into her car seat and you sat in the drivers seat, waiting for Joe to get in.

you started the drive to the forest and it was filled with Lockie singing along to every song that came on the radio. once you arrived at the forest, you decided to follow the trail through it instead of making your own way around it. you grabbed Lockies hand and watched as she waddled around the car park. she tried to pull you to the trail but Joe had to get a ticket, showing that you had paid for the car parking space. when you didn’t move, she started to get agitated “mama” she said, trying to pull you away. you bent down to her level and caught her eye sight. “we just have to wait for daddy to get the ticket then we can go on the walk yeah?” you said, brushing the few stray hairs that had fallen out of her ‘ponytail’ and then kissed her cheek.

she wrapped her arms around your neck and you stood up with her in your arms. after a few minutes of her cuddling you, Joe came back with the ticket and put it on the dashboard. “are we ready to go then?” he said, ticking at Lockie’s side, she squirmed in your arms and you put her down. both you and Joe grabbed hold of one of her hands and walked with her to the trail. you were about halfway through your walk when you noticed a field with some flowers in it, Lockie’s eyes lit up when she saw it and ‘pulled’ you both towards the field. Joe picked her up, allowing her to see the many flowers that covered the field. he eyes lit up at the sight. you saw a few butterflies fly around and she pointed to them. “flys” she whispered. you had tried to teach her a few different animal names but she wasn’t really getting it.

you obviously didn’t mind as she was only one but your eyes filled with adoration when she said that. “that’s right love, butterflies” you said, leaning your head against Joe’s shoulder. he rested his head on yours and you guys watched the world go by for a few minutes. “walk” you heard Lockie say in the silence.

you looked up from Joe’s shoulder as she squirmed, wanting to get down and finish the walk. you took hold of her hand again and this time, Joe took ahold of your hand instead of Lockie’s. you guys walked around the trail in the forest, you and Joe talking about different things with his new movie he’s been casted in and other things which have happened in your lives.

after the forest walk, you all walked back to the car, you put Lockie in her car seat and got into the front, Joe had decided he would be the one driving home. as you were looking out the window, you felt Joe grab your hand. you turned to him and saw a smiled placed on his lips. he quickly turned back to check on Lockie, seeing her head pressed against the car seat head rest, fast asleep. poor baby had walked so far and tired herself out. he nodded his head back to her, basically telling you to look back so you did. your heart melted. she was the most precious thing ever. you got your phone out and took a quick picture of her. “she’s so cute isn’t she?” you whispered, turning back to face the front, grabbing Joe’s hand again.

“of course she’s cute, she’s ours” he said cockily. you scoffed and laughed at him. “she’s my favourite person ever” he said, you looked at him offended. “-besides you” he continued once he saw the look on your face. you laughed quietly, not trying to wake her up. you arrived home twenty minutes later than you usually would have due to traffic, but nevertheless you got home. you went to get Lockie out of her car seat but Joe stopped you, complaining that he wanted to do it. you moved out of the way, allowing Joe to pick her up, and walked to the front door, unlocking it. you walked in and waited for Joe to come in with Lockie in his arms and you closed the front door. “should i put her in her room?” he whispered, hand rubbing up and down the little girls back softly as he spoke. you shook your head ‘no’.

“why don’t we just go upstairs with her and get in our bed?” you suggested, walking closer to Joe and Lockie, once you did, you stroked her cheek. he nodded his head and stopped rubbing her back and grabbed ahold of your hand. he kissed you quickly before pulling you upstairs to your bedroom. he gently laid Lockie in the middle of the bed and took his shoes off, allowing him to be more comfortable, you did the same thing and got into bed next to Lockie. you both sat there in comfortable silence, watching Lockie sleep. the one thing in your life you were most proud of was her, she was made by you and you were so mesmerised by the one year old. you looked at Joe, who was smiling softly at the baby in between you and reached a hand up to his hair. “i love you” you whispered, playing with his hair. his eyes left the baby in front of him and looked up at you.

you smiled at him, hand never leaving his head of hair, he smiled back. “i love you too” he said, grabbing the hand which was in his hair, pulling you closer. “be careful, i don’t want to squish her” you laughed, moving the little girl slightly so you could be closer to Joe. he whispered a quick ‘sorry’ before kissing her head. “do you think we will ever have another one?” he said, looking back at you. you sat up, leaning your whole body on your elbows. “what makes you ask that?” you replied. he never really spoke about having more than one baby so you were surprised he brought it up. “well, i was just thinking, we can’t let her be an only child can we? she’ll get lonely” he said, his hand moved to stroke her cheek as she shifted slightly. “give it a few years” you said, smiling at him. you always wanted more children and Lockie made you want to give her a little sibling. he nodded and you leant over her, kissing his forehead. you loved your little family.

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toobusybeingdelulu · 7 months

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harringrove x plato — two halves of the same being

#I thought about this since the news first came out #Steve and billy were supposed to be the same character #then they were separated #that’s why they had so many parallels in the show #and this is why steve “has no idea of what he wants” since his literal soulmate died in s3 #billy hargrove #stranger things #steve harrington #dacre montgomery #harringrove #stranger things 4 #joe keery #stranger things 2 #plato

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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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#sorry this bloody ass guy fell out of my pocket #my bad #clean him up for me and don’t forget to kiss him #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #scoops era steve #scoops troop #steve harrington comfort character #stranger things #steve harrington headcanon #babygirl steve harrington #the babygirlification of steve harrington #joe keery #djo #fruity four #steve x eddie

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ash5monster01 · 6 months

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Not Just The Books

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, no use of Y/N, smut, nudity, language, fluff, friends to lovers, minors DNI.

Summary: Steve catches you reading a smutty book and before the embarrassment can settle in you realize he is more interested in doing the stuff in the book with you.

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It was not uncommon for you and Steve to be able to sit in silence comfortably. Sometimes having the presence of a friend while you did different things was so much better than being alone. So you both sat comfortably in his living room, you in the easy chair, lamp on to illuminate your book, and him in the center of the couch, slumped down, as he watched whatever was on TV. The sound didn’t bother you as you read, you normally were in another world, not noticing the things around you. So even though Steve had the TV blaring with the hearing of a Grandpa, you didn’t even mind, the TV could explode and you wouldn’t notice. Thing was Steve always noticed you, even if his favorite movie was on TV.

So when he spotted you uncrossing your legs it peaked his interest. You still hadn’t torn your eyes from the book to see he had noticed your movement. Steve had almost turned away until he saw you had pressed your legs together, your teeth capturing your bottom lip. His heart accelerated slightly because he knew that kind of movement. He had caused many of girls that kind of movement, so when you started to shift in your seat, your breaths coming out in smaller pants he realized there was something more to the book you had tightly gripped in your hands. You still didn’t even flinch as Steve stood and walked over to you, in fact you couldn’t even tear your eyes from the page as he quite literally did it for you.

“Steve!” you screeched and he quickly noticed how dilated your eyes were, how fast your chest rose with each breath. You looked like a woman starved.

“Since when do books make you act like that” Steve teased, eyebrows raised highly and you felt the embarrassment burn through you.

“Please give me my book back” you begged, hand out, waiting for him to hand it over.

“You know, normally I would” and the panic started to set in as he turned the book towards himself. Steve never attempted to read your books. Why now?

“Please Steve!” you we’re quick, lunging towards him, but he was quicker. Your voice was rough, all worked up, and no one had even touched you.

“It’s always Steve you need to read more, when was the last time you opened a book, and now you don’t want me too?” he knew he was getting under your skin and you just prayed he woundn't read the page you were on. If there was some higher power out there they would keep him from reading that page right now.

“Just not that book, I was enjoying it” even Steve could hear how uncomfortable you sounded as you said it. It was as if you were trying to get him to cough it up without knowing what was so interesting about it.

“Well, I want to see what’s so good” and just like that his eyes dipped down and you launched for him. Yet Steve escaped your grasp, running across the room, and leaping onto the couch where he stood. Book now face open and you got to watch him read it in real time, like he was on a stage.

Claire panted out heavy breaths, skin on fire everywhere he left a wet love bite and blew on it. She tried to steady her breathing but as his wet kisses trailed down her stomach, finishing on the waist band of her shorts, she couldn’t quite seem to stop the breaths that came out.

Slowly his fingers curled into her waistband and she lifted her hips to make it easier, a silent conformation that what he was doing was okay. As the cool air of the bedroom hit her dripping core she couldn’t help but whimper over the thought of him burying himself between her folds.

“So perfect” he spoke, his tongue darting out to take a small taste. “And sweet”

Then just like that he was devouring her completely. So fast her back arched without her knowledge, pressing into him as he deliciously lapped up everything he could. Eating her out better than anyone ever had, and as his nose nudged against her clit she couldn’t help but begin to feel the coil tighten in her stomach. He had barely done anything and she was already ready to cum.

“Holy shit” Steve muttered, dropping his arms that held the book as he looked down at you from the couch. Very much unable to meet his eyes as he realized exactly what you were reading.

“Can I have my book back now?” you nervously asked, arm rubbing up and down your other one. Steve jumped back down to the ground. Trying to regain your gaze.

“Want to explain this to me?” he asked, holding it over and you quickly snatched it back.

“Not particularly” you now hyper aware of exactly how alone the two of you were right now.

“You like to read dirty books” he chuckled like a little kid and finally you dared to glance up at him only to see a smug look on his face, like he obtained information he was going to hold over your head for years to come.

“Most girls do Steve” you hissed attempting to hit him with the book but he quickly stopped you, his head coming to a shake.

“Whatever you say, it just looked like you were really enjoying it. I’d never seen you so…” he paused, trying to think of a word, and your heart accelerated. Thumping quickly against your ribs and you prayed he couldn’t hear it. “Worked up”

You sucked in a sharp breath as he said it and the air around you turned heavy. This had gone from embarrassing to mortifying because not only did you get caught reading about sex but you got caught for it turning you on. Steve had noticed you were turned on and now you wished he didn’t notice you even existed. “Can we not talk about this, I was acting like I always do”

“That’s a lie, you wouldn’t move while reading even if a tornado came through here but you couldn’t even sit still. You were needy and I know it because I’ve seen it a hundred times” now you were red as a fire truck and Steve was enjoying this way too much. Yet he was also getting turned on which he shouldn’t have because it’s you. His longest and oldest friend, the one he can be completely comfortable with but now he wanted to know exactly how wet you were from that stupid book and he wanted to see if he could get you wetter.

“Ah yes, King Steve, ruler of sex. Can’t take a hint but knows when a girl is turned on” you told him sarcastically, annoyed he insisted on embarrassing you further.

“So you admit to being turned on?” he said with a smirk and you rolled your eyes with a groan.

“My God give it a break, yes I was turned on, is that what you want to hear?” you asked him and as you let out heavy breaths and waited for him to give a sarcastic answer it never came. Instead he stared you down, like you admitting this suddenly made you a four course meal. Steve had never looked at you like this and now you were nervous all over again but about an entirely different thing.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you nervously asked, attempting to back away from him because now the foot and half between you two was way too close.

“I’m not doing anything” he told you, stepping towards you to shorten the distance again and you wished he hadn’t of done it because now Steve was replacing the guy in the book for you.

“Yes you are, you’re looking at me like you want to kiss me” you said, trying to make it sound like a joke but even to you is sounded nervous. Steve just tilted his head, eyeing you up and down completely.

“It looks like that because I do want to kiss you” how was he so comfortable talking to you like this? You had never crossed this line before and now you wanted him to touch you and stay away all at the same time. “So can I kiss you?”

“I uh, I I..-“ you stammered, unsure how you went from peacefully ignoring each other to the edge of the line. If you say yes you would give him a reason to cross it and that was a lot of responsibility for a person.

“I need an answer sweetheart, because I really really want to kiss you” he spoke slowly and you swallowed hard, still turned on from the book and now a little turned on by him.

“Uh yeah, I-I guess” you told him and a grin cracked across his face and before you could say anything more his hands were on your face and drawing your lips near his own. He waited a minute before pressing them to yours, whether is was hesitant or savory you weren’t sure. But after a steady breath he pressed against you, mouth hot and slotting between your own lips perfectly. He was a good kisser but you already knew that.

It took only seconds for it to get heated, his hands tugging lightly at your hair and tongue grazing your lip. You parted in an instant, letting his tongue tangle with your own and then it was over. He had you backing up all the way to wall, your back thumping against it, and his knee wedging between your legs. Against your better judgement you started to grind against it, unable to stop your self considering how worked up you had been. “Getting yourself so turned on without any release, seems like torture sweetheart”

“There was going to be release, later, when I was alone” and your response had Steve’s head tipping back as he let out a groan.

“Still unfair, why don’t you let me take care of you?” Steve coaxed and you involuntarily ground down on his leg, knowing release was right around the corner if you just let him. Was it worth it though? To cross this line just for some sweet release? For a touch that could unwind you more than your own hands could? You knew Steve was a good lay, had been legend among the Hawkins High halls because of it. Should you even find out for yourself with risk of ruining the friendship? Fuck it.

You didn’t even have to answer based on the way your lips smashed back into his own. He met your pace in the blink of an eye and you couldn’t keep yourself from pulling at the hem of his shirt, trying to lift it above his head. Even needier at the sight of his bare torso you began to ride his leg like your life depended on it. A deep chuckle left his throat as his hands dug in the doughy flesh of your hips, slowing your movements against him. He wanted to take his sweet time with you and if he went any slower you were going to be a whining mess.

“What do you need baby?” he asked against your neck, sucking hard on the sensitive spot there and you were in no position to care that he probably gave you a crimson hickey.

“Take off my shirt” you told him with a groan, keening as he licked the sore spot of your neck. He obeyed, removing the baggy T-shirt you had worn over here just to be met with the sight that you had forgone a bra. You watched as his eyes turned almost black at the sight of you, swallowing thickly before cupping his hands around both your breasts. The minute he began to knead the flesh your head was hitting back against the wall, fighting from grinding on his leg again. Something about Steve needily groping your chest ignited a fire within you and you had been doing good until your nipple was sucked into his warm mouth and involuntarily you bucked your hips on his leg so hard you felt your hips bones hit his own.

"Such a needy girl" he teased before moving to suck on your other breast. As much as his words turned you on you still found yourself needing to feel more in control. Steve would be too cocky knowing he got you to so desperately fall apart like this. So in a moment of courage you took some intiative. With his eyes still closed, mouth littering your breast with hickeys, you dropped your hand down and grasped his hard on through his sweats. You felt the squeak from his throat on your breast as you began to stroke him through his pants and just as the girls had said in highschol, Steve was intimidatingly big.

“Looks like the book turned more than just me on” you teased, a sly smile on your face and Steve removed his mouth from your breast, tongue grazing up the skin of you neck till he was face to face.

“That’s not the book, that’s you” he told you and these words gave you the rush of confidence you needed for your fingers to slip below his waist band and grasp his cock right at the base. He hissed at the feeling of your cool fingers and the attention you were giving him.

“Stevie is needy too, what does he need?” you hummed, eyes wide and innocently looking up at him. He squeezed his own eyes shut as you slowly stroked him, prepared to ease him out of his pants.

“Baby this is about you” he told you, trying his best to back away but you had a grip on him that he was enjoying way too much.

“I know, that’s why I want to do this” and you were spinning both of you around, pressing him against the wall he previously had you caged in. He groaned as you dropped to your knees, breasts swinging as you finally pulled his sweat pants down. His length stared you down but he looked delicious as ever. If someone had ever suggested you’d be sucking your best friends cock tonight you would’ve told them they were lying but now here you were, taking him into your mouth. You hummed at the saltiness of his skin, tongue swirling around his swollen tip. He grabbed your hair without even realizing, trying to ease you to take more of him. Slacking your jaw you allowed him to glide in and out of your warm mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat, humming against him which made him writhe against the wall.

“Okay, stop I’m going to cum” he pulled you off of him, arms easing under your own and lifting you to your feet as if you weighed nothing. You smiled deviously at him, chin slick with spit and he didn’t waste two seconds before pulling you into a deep kiss. “It’s my turn to get a taste now”

He was mumbling against your lips, arms wrapped around you as he carried you over to the couch he had been watching TV on. Once he had you laid gently across it he was removing his own pants and dropping to his knees to remove yours. He made sure to take his sweet time, pulling the soft material down your legs, memorizing the cream color of the lace panties that had been soaked against your mound. You tried not to whine out as he touched you everywhere but there. You were on the verge of begging until he finally moved to pull the cream fabric off of you. You went to close your legs but his arm stopped you, keeping you wide open for him.

“So perfect” he said and you groaned out.

“Don’t tease” and Steve knew you meant both about the book and about how he was taking care of you. So he just grinned before dipping down and licking a long stripe through your folds.

“And sweet” and you didn’t have any time to yell at him because he was devouring you whole. Your stomach jumped as he sucked harshly at your clit, back arching and pressing your pussy straight into his face. His hands gripped the back of your thighs, more than likely leaving bruised finger prints but you hoped they did. You wanted to remember the mind numbing head Steve Harrington gave you. You almost didn’t expect him to be so good at eating you out. You should’ve thought because your heels were digging into his back, hands tugging harshly as his curls, and you were moaning unapologetically because he was just that good. You could feel the coil begin to tighten in your stomach and you were grinding against his tongue, movements getting faster indicating you were right there. It wasn’t until his lips wrapped around your clit did you find yourself begin to snap, shaking as your body seemed to leave earth and come back to you all at once.

“Hope you’ve got another one in you baby” he cooed, kissing up your stomach and breasts. He finally met your mouth and even though you were already half worn out you found yourself gripping his cock in your hand again. He winced due to holding his own orgasm off and your thumb gently rolled over his tip.

“Show me what you’ve got Harrington” you were telling him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before sucking on his neck. Steve hoped you were leaving your mark and soon enough you were lining him up between your legs. You shuttered as he ran himself through your slick.

He couldn’t wait any longer and finally he was pushing himself in you, bottoming out in seconds as you fully sucked him in. He knew not to move as your mouth froze against his neck and he moved to kiss your lips, an apology and promise that it would stop hurting soon. He was in his own pain of needed relief until your hand was grazing down his bare back.

“Please move, I’m begging you” and he didn’t need to be told twice as he pulled back and slammed into you again. You moaned loudly and he quickly found his pace, moving in and out of you as best he could. Swiftly you grabbed his hands, placing them on your breasts which he didn’t hesitate to grip. He used them for balance as he slammed in and out you, massaging them and loving them as best he could. The way you were reacting made him realize this was what turned you on most, attention to your breasts. Needing to have his release soon he dipped down, removing one hand to suck at your nipple as hard as he could, hips still slamming into you. The wet heat of his mouth had you keening in seconds and you gasped out, trying your best not to yell.

“I’m coming Steve, fuck cum in me please” you begged and he almost came right there as he heard those words. In moments you were pulsating around him, clenching tightly and milking him for all he was worth. The tightness of you made him follow right after, thick ropes shooting into you. You panted heavily as you gripped his shoulders, indicating him not to move.

“I want you inside of me a little longer” you told him and he slowly eased down onto you, trying his best not to move and overstimulate you.

“Where the fuck did this behavior come from?” he asked, pressing gentle kisses to the hickeys he had littered your breasts with. He was trying his best not to get hard over the fact he was still inside of you.

“I’ve always been like this Steve” you told him, feeling him twitch inside you.

“This dirty, why haven’t we been fucking sooner?” he chuckled, mouth kissing your chin and you rolled your eyes.

“Because I don’t fuck around Steve, and I always told myself that if we did this it had to be real” and the weight of your words hit him with surprise. Yet it wasn’t the kind of surprise you had expected.

“You mean to tell me you liked me this whole time too? Then what the fuck have we been waiting for?” he groaned out and your eyes widened as you reached for him.

“You like me too?” you hopefully asked and he smiled, lifting to press his mouth to your own. You winced as he slipped out of you, no doubt a mess all over the couch that now had to be cleaned.

“Hell I love you, I’ve always loved you” he told you after a beat and you smiled up at him, realizing you should’ve read dirty books around him sooner.

“We’ll in that case, let’s do this again”

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