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18+

When your best-friend Steve Harrington asks you to hold his fleshlight for him.

It wasn’t really something that either of you planned on happening. But then it just did. Steve had been pent up from work all day from typical annoying patrons, smart mouthed jocks from the high school, that were freshmen when he was a senior (tenfold karma, Harrington), and Keith’s particular way of criticizing his every move out of some form of nerdy revenge. You could count on one hand the times that Steve had to bail out of your two person movie nights on Fridays (Saturdays were for dates and Sundays were for hanging with the rest of the parties and running kids around), and tonight happened to be one of those occurrences. Usually, it would be for self-care or whatever reason he needed to spend alone, but when he’d barely shed his leather jacket upon entering his house, dusting snow off of his boots — he was about to crawl out of his skin by the time his massive palm was wrapped around the receiver, thumb strangled by its cord.

He was… off? And seconds after he’d cancelled without much reason, the line went dead. You wanted to give him space, especially because he usually called back to tell you goodnight. But after being unable to sit still and finish a generous portion of the large pepperoni pizza you’d ordered the two of you, you were grabbing your keys for the journey over to his place.

~*~

It didn’t take but five minutes before you reached Steve’s house, pulling in behind his familiar car. You dangle the copy - made spare from your pointer finger, trekking your way up to the door and letting yourself in, wiping at your wind-whipped, wet eyes. You know he’s not on the first floor, its entirety dark and a little cool. So you toss your coat and keys onto the small table beside the entryway, kicking off your boots to join his on the cheesy welcome mat, and you make your way to the second floor landing to his bedroom. Seeing a buttery glow spill out from the crack in his doorway, you’d proceeded, only to be met with a sight that only appeared in your late night fantasies… and pretty much your every waking thought.

Steve is facing his mattress, sheets tousled and clothing pooled beside him, stood on the left side of his bed, naked and glistening in the perspiration of teasing, observing his massive length as he edges himself, moving the toy slowly over his cock. You know what it is, you’ve seen it in magazines and stores, in some porn. A fleshlight, they call it. Your brain goes through a million thoughts at a couple seconds to spare.

Why doesn’t he have someone here to do this with? He can get a date?

Is he okay? Obviously he’s very okay.

Holy fuck… he’s big.

Holy fuck… he’s beautiful.

A little more than usual, waiting on the summer sun to tan his freckle and mole spattered skin. His hair has grown longer, curling at the nape, his shoulder blades and biceps defined from a regular regime. And that ass, the way it flexes and is perfectly plump, connecting to those hairy thighs and big feet, his own toes curling when he twists, a wet squelch coming from the faux cunt. There’s beautiful chestnut curls scattered across him sternum and connecting to a trail that surrounds his base and those full, heavy, balls. That cock… thick, barely able to be pushed back into the toy, his fingers having to peel back its soft pink layers to help ease the slick way, decorated in a vein that matches the one running along his forearm

And you must make some sort of noise, because your lips part to let in a gasp of air, causing his body to twist in a sudden defensive stance, clenching the toy so tight with a ‘caught’ pose. You go to move and the door spills open completely, slamming back into his dresser and shaking old sports trophies. You’re panting, seeking out the words to apologize, Steve is wincing from how hard he still is, attempting to cover his modesty. But the air shifts in the room and you gain a boldness, a restlessness that won’t be satiated, nor a conscience satisfied if you don’t ask.

“Can I help you?” A customer service line from working at Scoops with him. But it comes naturally.

Steve, biting his lip, disheveled — he nods. And it’s happening. A tickling ease, a line crossed.

“C’mhere.” He’s waving with his opposite hand. His ribcage expands as he gulps in lungfuls of air.

You’re at his side shortly, shyly. “W-what do you need me to do?”

His spare hand pushes back through his hair, amber gaze gone to a midnight sky, teeth milky white, defined jawline covered in stubble, and a perfect nose. His voice is raspy when he lets you know what he needs.

“Go get on my bed, lay back for me. Please?”

A fucking gentleman.

All of your clothes feel too tight, smothering you as you lay back on his bed, his pillow immediately invading you. Your hands are unsure of where to go, but he approaches slowly, kneeling his way into kneeling by your feet. “I’m gonna… Can I use this between your legs, honey? You don’t have to do anything, just let me do all the work.” He motions to the toy and you want nothing more, suddenly offered the world.

It’s your turn to say it now. “C’mhere.”

He’s using that enriched tendon covered forearm to prop himself up beside of your head, slotting right between your knees, his remaining hand wrapped so tightly around the toy that his skin is pulled taunt over his knuckles. He sinks his teeth into his lower lip, releases it, licks it, and then he’s asking, “Can I?”

“Go. Do what you need to do. I’m right here, Steve.”

If you thought the toy was loud before, the sound of him working his lengthy girth through its walls right in front of you now — it’s surround sound. You’re watching, unable to help it, bones threaten to be dusted to ash from how hard your heart is ramming beneath your breastbone.

“Wanted to come over, but it’s been a shit week, an even shitter day. And I just needed to —“

“— Release some tension, right? I get it, I do it too. I have a cock that goes… I —“ you stop your horny rambling, face feeling too much warmed.

Steve’s face scrunches, teeth gritting, and he twists the toy until slowing it almost completely. “Tell me what you do. You fuck yourself with it, right? When everything is too much and not enough? Fuck, honey.”

He doesn’t verbalize, but you don’t either, simply accept the toy and hold it against your denim covered cunt, leaving Steve’s hands free to hold on either side of you, his nose nudging yours as he leans down — here, present. You copy his earlier motions, using the toy to glide along his length as he thrusts into it with a new focussed vigor. “That’s it. You feel so good, honey. Workin’ me so right.”

“I’m soaking — fucking — wet for you, Steve. Just so you know.”

His hips stutter and his nose finds its way into your eyelashes, cheek pressing into your own. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum into this thing, and I want —“

“— You want what, Steve?” You hold your breath.

He answers without fear or pause. “You.”

// Eat me paragraph //

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Read. Loved. Got addicted (pun intended).

𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

pairing : cokehead!gator tillman x fem!reader

contents : smut 18+, drug usage (cocaine), one mention of alcohol consumption, tit fixation, handcuffs, unprotected sex, rough sex, praise kink, lil bit of ownership kink, slight dumbification, overstimulation, creampie, soft ending

a/n : i love making gator just slightly worse, but he's still a sweetie underneath it all <3 reblogs and feedback are highly encouraged and appreciated! masterlist.

word count : 2,3k

You knew better than to answer a "wanna come over" text from Gator at two in the morning, but you somehow still ended up walking up the front porch steps to his house. He told you that you could let yourself in, his folks weren't home. You thought about turning back, but some unseen force pushed you toward the door.

When you stepped inside you could hear the faint sound of his music that only grew louder when you approached his bedroom door. He somehow must have heard your footsteps because right as you were about to place your hand on the doorknob, the door swung open.

Gator pulled you in by your wrist, and closed the door by pushing you against it. You could feel his hot breath against your neck. "You made it. Fuck, you look so hot."

"Jesus, I'm not even in the door yet. What's with you?" You hadn't even put your bag down yet, so you gently shoved him off of you.

He stood, fidgeting, in front of you. You stepped closer, and that's when you noticed his dilated pupils and the way he clenched his jaw. His appearance answered your own question. You walked over to turn down his stereo. "You have got to stop texting me to come over when you're high."

The smile on Gator's face was wicked. He pulled you in close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath. His voice was low, "If you don't want to be here, then why are you? You're the one who always shows up. Are we doing this or what?"

His question was only a formality of sorts. Before you could answer, his hands were roaming your body, and his lips were trailing along your jaw. You couldn't help but let him. You fell for the texts and the feeling of his large, calloused hands against your skin every single time.

You pulled at the tight tank top Gator was wearing over his head. You flung it toward the floor, putting your hands back onto his chest. The feeling of the coarse hair on his chest was always your favourite. He pushed you back onto his bed, and just the way he looked so much bigger looking down at you made your pussy clench around nothing.

You pulled off your shirt to reveal that you weren't wearing a bra. You leaned back on your elbows, so that Gator could get a full view of your chest. His eyes instantly went wide. He leaned down, taking one of your tits in his hand, and squeezed. "Your tits are amazing, you know that? I'd worship them alone."

He cupped your tits in both of his hands, then ran the pad of his thumb over your hardening nipples. You gasped at the sensation, pushing your chest further into his touch. You started to feel desperate for his cock that you could see hard and outlined by his sweatpants. The one thing you didn't want to do was beg for it.

Gator pulled back from fondling at your tits and pulled your panties off. He instructed you to climb further onto the bed on your hands and knees. He didn't ask you, he just took your hand and cuffed it, then weaved the handcuffs through his headboard and secured your other wrist. It didn't bother you, it was something Gator liked, and he never seriously hurt you with them.

You sat on your legs, turning your head to see Gator walk toward his desk chair, reach into the pocket of his leather jacket, and pull out a rolled up one dollar bill and a small baggie of the white powder that he loved so much. He dipped his index finger into the bag, then spread the substance along his gums. He put more onto his finger, and grabbed your jaw with his other hand.

"Open up, baby. This is gonna make you feel so good…but not as good and I'm going to make you feel." You obeyed, opening your mouth, letting Gator run his fingers along your gums, and then sucking his finger clean of any excess. He removed his finger from your mouth with a pop.

"Atta girl," Gator praised, as he stared into your eyes and patted your cheek.

You finally felt the mattress dip from Gator's weight behind you. He pulled your hips up, and your hands dropped to the mattress to stabilise yourself. "Stay still for a second. Don't need any of this going to waste."

The edge of the baggie tickled the skin of your lower back, near your ass. Gator tapped it with his fingers, letting the powder fall onto your skin. He shoved the baggie into his sweatpants pocket, then used his pinky finger to try and make a line.

You craned your neck so that you could watch him. Gator put the rolled up bill to his nose, and leaned down to drag it across your back to snort the substance into his nose. When he collected it all, he sat back up to sniff and wipe at his nose. You'd be lying if you said that wasn't one of the hottest things you've ever seen.

Your pussy ached even more for Gator's cock, and you tried pushing your thighs together to get any sort of relief. He nudged your legs apart, letting his fingers glide against your wet folds. Of course, he chuckled like a bastard. He stroked your hip and upper thigh while he shimmied out of his sweatpants. You whined at the sight of the monster between his legs.

Gator spit in his hand, spreading the mixture of his spit and precum. The way his lips parted and the pretty sigh that tumbled out was heavenly. He leaned over you, and guided his length through your folds back and forth. You fell to your elbows while you raised your hips. His tip brushed against your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

"Gator… please," you caught yourself doing what you said you weren't going to, but you also told yourself you weren't going to see him tonight either, so your word to yourself didn't exactly mean much.

He continued to tease you by dragging his cock against your core, so close to where you wanted him. "What is it, angel? Use your words. Tell me what you want and I might give it to you."

"I want your cock. Need you to fuck me," you breathed out.

Gator laughed and shook his head. He lined himself up to your entrance, pushing in only the tip. "Of course you need my cock. A pretty girl like you would die without it, huh. You know the reason why you keep coming back? You're addicted, and I'm the only one who can give you the high you're so desperate for. I own you."

Without warning, he forced his entire length into your tight hole, causing you to yelp in surprise. "It's okay. This is what you asked for, right? You know I'll be gentle."

You couldn't even get a word in before Gator was pounding into you. You tried to hold yourself up on your hands again, but his thrusts were hard and fast, so you fell back down to your elbows. The only reason your hips were in place was because of Gator's grip on them that was sure to leave bruises afterward.

It was a good thing that no one was home and that the Tillman Ranch was far from anyone being able to hear your cries that almost borderlined on screams. There was no chance that Gator was going to take any mercy on you, not in his current state. So much for being gentle.

"You're so fucking tight. Love this pussy," Gator growled.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head every time he hit that sweet spot inside of you. You were basically slack jawed, and drooling. Any noise coming from you was involuntary. All you could do was let him use you in any way he wanted to, not that you had many objections to that.

The sounds filling the room were disgusting and something straight out of a porno. Gator's balls slapped against your core, and the sweat between your thighs and his began to stick. Your arousal started to drip down your thighs. You went to touch your throbbing clit, but the pull of the handcuffs reminded you that you were constrained.

"What's the matter?" As if he knew exactly what was wrong, he snaked an arm around and started rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves. You moaned out at his touch. "Was this what you wanted?"

"Yes. Fuck, yes," you cried.

Tears started to form from already feeling overstimulated. His hands travelled up your back, to your shoulders where he pushed you further down into the pillows. Your moans and cries became muffled.

Gator groaned as his cock twitched, trying to hold off his orgasm. He bunched your hair into his fist to lift your face off the pillow. With your head turned slightly, he could see the drool falling down the corner of your mouth and your tear stained cheeks.

"You've never looked prettier than when you're completely drunk on my cock. Every thought is just fucked out of that pretty little head of yours. You're doing amazing, angel. You're mine, all mine," Gator cooed.

The praise went straight to your pussy, your walls fluttering around him. They reacted to every touch and word that he said. He still hadn't lost any stamina, each thrust hitting your cervix. Your legs began to shake from Gator rutting into you like a feral animal. Each thrust, more powerful than the last. It pushed you down into the mattress, and he'd have to pull your hips back up.

You felt like a ragdoll, your body so limp that Gator had to hold you up. When he pulled you up again, the angle was just right, and his cock dragged against your sweet spot with every thrust. There was truly not a single thought in your head except for Gator's cock. You cried out, "Fuck, Gator. Don't fucking stop!"

He grabbed at your throat, forcing you to keep your head up. The fingers on your clit went from lazy circles to harshly rubbing from side to side. The heat in your tummy started to rise, and the more your walls clenched around Gator's cock, he knew the closer you were to cumming.

"I-I'm gonna…fuck–I…" you stammered. It was impossible for you to get out a coherent thought.

Gator shushed you. "I know, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. Want you to gush all over my cock."

Within a few more thrusts, you were screaming as your high finally washed over you. Your entire body shook, it's like you couldn't stop cumming. You clawed at the wall and Gator's mattress. You soaked his cock, and you felt your cum dripping down your thigh.

"Holy shit, that was so fucking hot. I'm close," Gator warned. Gator gripped your hips since you couldn't hold your own body up any more. Grunts escaped his lips, and his thrusts started to become shallow. You clenched your walls, and it wasn't long before he throbbed inside you again. A string of "shit, fuck, fuck's" left his mouth as hot spurts of cum filled your abused and overstimulated cunt.

He slumped over on top of you. His full weight pinning you to the mattress, but you were too blissed out to even care. After a minute, he picked himself back up, slowly pulling out. You whined at how empty you felt. Gator grabbed the key to the handcuffs from his nightstand and unlocked your wrists. You rubbed them, noticing the red marks they left behind.

"You okay?" He looked genuinely concerned.

You smiled at him, "I'm okay. I promise."

You stood up to use the bathroom and clean yourself up, wobbling the whole way there and back. When you pushed the door open, Gator was laying in the bed, facing you. "You gonna join me?"

You looked down at your bag on the floor. "I should get going."

Gator chuckled, "I don't think you'll get far on those legs. You can barely walk. Sleep here tonight."

Before he even finished his sentence, you found yourself walking over to his bed and crawling into it. He pulled you into him, and you laid your head on his shoulder. There was a comfortable silence between you. Gator's heart was racing and you couldn't figure out if it was from the blow or from fucking the shit out of you three minutes ago. Probably both.

Gator suddenly spoke up, "You know I really like you, right? I mean it."

You shifted so that you could look up at him. "Sure. How many other girls are you saying that to?"

"Just you," He squeezed the arm that was wrapped around your shoulders. "You know, I only think about blow, like, a couple times a day."

You raised an eyebrow at him. Gator made sure to look you in the eyes, then continued, "But, you never leave my mind, ever. Like, I don't want to just see you at two in the morning. I want to hang out with you at two in the afternoon."

You reached up to cup his jaw in your hand. "That was weirdly the most romantic thing that I've ever heard. Is this you asking me out on a real date?"

"Yeah, I guess. Will you go out with me? I swear I'm not just asking you because I'm high!" Gator exclaimed.

You laughed, "Yes, I will go out on a real date with you, but still ask me again tomorrow."

The sun shining through the curtains woke you up, and you found yourself still in Gator's arms. You looked up, and he was already looking back at you. You wondered if he slept at all. He asked you again, and you couldn't help but let a big smile creep onto your face when you said "yes".

#joe keery #fargo #fargo fx #fargo s5 #fargo season 5 #gator tillman #holy shit

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Gator walking into one of the strip clubs in town his father won’t come near. He walks inside just as Carry Out by Timbaland and Justin Timberlake starts playing. Only here, to get his mind off things before going back to the ranch and face his dad. Tired eyes wander over the bar and to the poles where one of the girls already catches his eye and she waves him over, pulling him into one of the private rooms - he has no idea she’s been waiting for him to come in today.

His head slowly nods to the music as he sits down and she starts walking over to the pole, suddenly his eyes aren’t that tired anymore as he can’t seem to keep them off her. Legs spread in his camo pants, arms spread over the back of the couch.

I’ll take you home, baby, let you keep me company You gimme some of you, I give you some of me

She comes over to dance right between his legs, swinging her hips to the beat.

Have it your way, foreplay, before, I feed your appetite

Gator can’t help himself as his hands start to wander and she wants to tell him so badly that touching will cost him a little more but it won’t hurt anyone to just live in the moment, right?

I can tell the way you like it baby, supersized

It’s no surprise when he stays until her shift is over in an hour.

~ M

#joe keery #fargo #fargo fx #fargo s5 #fargo season 5 #gator tillman #Spotify

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Gator, who tells you that you need to be quiet with a hand covering your mouth because he can't let his father hear. Even though he secretly wants everyone to know how good he fucks you.

~ M

#joe keery #fargo #fargo fx #fargo s5 #fargo season 5 #gator tillman

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Gator who’s in a secret relationship with you and you’re the next person his father told him to get rid of.

~ M

#gator tillman #joe keery #fargo #fargo fx #fargo season 5 #fargo s5

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Sorry this got a bit dark

TW: self harm, suicidal thoughts, sexual assault

Thinking about Gator Tillman with a girlfriend who’s been through her own hell - mental health issues, toxic household just like him, inappropriately touched by someone older, self harms when she is falling back into that dark hole and slowly slipping from his grasp.

I mean I could be 100% wrong here but I feel like he would do everything to protect his girl, maybe not always in the right way but he’d try - like he always does. He would struggle with her when nothing is helping. Getting frustrated with himself because there has to be a way.

But he also probably wouldn’t realize how much a simple hug helps, making her feel safe and giving her that little spark to live for because she could never forgive herself if she left him to deal with his dad alone with no one to talk to after a terrible day.

~ M

#gator tillman #fargo fx #fargo s5 #fargo season 5 #fargo #joe keery

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OMG I just thought about Gator whimpering, because he’s tied up and blindfolded and you tease him by sucking him slowly - knowing he likes not being in control.

"Baby, I love it when you’re a mess for me, but if you want to come you have to be quiet, do you understand?" And he just answers with "yes, ma'am" trying to do as you said afterwards.

~ N

Jesus this man has me in a chokehold.

#gator tillman #joe keery #fargo #fargo season 5 #fargo s5 #fargo fx #father I need to confess

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Just some horny thoughts I can’t seem to get out of my head.

Imagine riding Gator on his bed, tied to the bedframe with his own handcuffs just because he needs to feel safe and taken care of - someone who takes control for him after a rough day.

~ M

#gator tillman #joe keery #i'm unwell #fargo #fargo s5 #fargo season 5 #fargo fx

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Just once [Gator Tillman x fem!reader]

18+ minors DNI!!!

Word count: 1.1k

Prompts:

16 “Just once.”

15 “Wanna bet?”

95 “You can take more than that.”

55 “Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?”

7 “Louder. Let me hear you.”

Warnings: smut (18+), car sex, no use of protection, creampie

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A quick stop at the nearest gas station before heading back to the station in the middle of the night after a long day - what unexpected little thing could happen?

You and Gator have been talking shit about anyone and anything the whole day, separated for the first time all day as he goes inside to grab a snack, leaving you to fill the tank.

This is literally the definition of the middle of nowhere, you keep thinking with a straight gaze into the darkness of the night, no light in sight for miles.

“If you keep staring like that, we’re not gonna be home until tomorrow.”

His voice comes from inside the car, telling you how he’s only waiting for you to finish up. You just let your eyes roll to the back of your head, since it’s always been like that between the two of you - constantly getting on each other’s nerves for any fucking reason. One last deep breath finishing up, before you join him back in the car. Driving down the empty and dark roads, the silence in the car was loud enough - you could probably hear a pin drop.

“How many more months of this bullshit until you finally break and we’re fucking?”

Your head shoots from the black of the street over to him in shock. Not one word falls over your lips.

Why does this uniform suddenly feel tighter than usual?

“Just once. Don’t act like you’ve never thought about it.”

With his hand casually on the steering and eyes focused on the road, you can’t believe what he just said.

“That’s not gonna happen”, you bring out in an amused tone.

Feet hit the brakes, causing your body to get abruptly stopped by the seat belt, your hands bracing themselves on the glovebox in front of you. Gator turns to you with a wicked smile that’s almost impossible to make out in the darkness of the car.

“Wanna bet?”

He really just stopped in the middle of the road for another one of his tantrums?

Your fingers reach for the door handle with another roll of your eyes, but he locks the car before you can step outside into the cool night air.

“Can you at least properly park if you really wanna discuss this?”

He seems more than satisfied with your snarky comment and starts driving again before bringing the car to another stop on some random dirt road. With an elbow propped on the window you take another look at him and you’re met with that same self satisfied smirk of his. It’s when your eyes start to wander for just a second, you know you fucked up.

The air in here is getting fucking unbreathable.

You open the door before he can lock the car again, stepping outside just to get some air and of course… he follows you.

“Still wanna bet?”

Walking around to get the air you need, you open his backseat door and bend down to reach for your pack of cigarettes that fell under the seat in the morning when you were the one driving. You don’t pay attention to his heavy boots also rounding the car, too busy searching for the pack that seems like it’s been swallowed by the earth at this point. The moment you feel a presence behind you, is when your body suddenly jerks forward, laying flat on the backseat. There’s no need to actually look behind you to know who it was, but you still did. Gator is leaning with his arm on the roof of the car, his front digging in your ass proudly. He pulls you back by one of your belt loops, turning you around to push your body into the cold metal of the car. His body gives the right amount of warmth in the coldness of the night and that’s when you allow your eyes to wander this time.

“Once”, is the promise you give with a smile as you pull him onto the backseat with you.

It would be a straight up lie if you never thought about what lies beneath those camo pants, you’ve seen the way the fabric moves, bulges in certain situations. To be fair, there’s too much clothing on, the shoes tied too tight for anyone to get out of them in a fast way. Your mouth lands on his in a matter of seconds in a heated kiss as both of you fiddle with your own belt and button of your pants. He breaks the kiss and pushes your body over the center console before you get the chance to slide down your pants. Gator does it for you, bringing the pants down your legs in one swift motion together with your underwear. Bracing yourself as best as you can on the leather of the front seats both of you moan in unison the second he swipes his tip through your embarrassingly wet folds. You wonder why he’s being so slow, is it straight teasing or…

The wind gets knocked out of your lungs the moment he slides inside, your walls already gripping him for dear life. Surely no one you’ve been with was this big. He’s taking it slow, inch by inch but at a certain point, you have to grip onto the center console for support, letting your head fall as you breathe through the stretch.

“You can take more than that.”

That voice brings you back to reality and before he can move, you slowly push back onto him which makes him moan from the depths of his soul. Inch by inch you can't believe it when you actually feel his skin against your ass. Even after a few times - that won’t ever happen -  he’s probably still a stretch. It’s like your mind goes blank when he starts moving, setting a slow but steady rhythm as his hands hold your hips. Mixed moans fill the car, the windows fogging up within minutes and it would be no surprise if you could see a bulge in your stomach with how deep and huge he is.

Another moan rips deep from within you when he leans forward, hitting an impossibly deeper spot inside, just to tell you: “Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?”

And even if you don’t want to admit it, the words just spur on the feeling that started building the second he started moving. His pace quickens as he chases his own release, while you clench around him with already trembling legs, hands clawing the leather as the moans keep spilling from your lips.

“Louder. Let me hear you.”

You try to grab anything to ground you, you try pushing him off, even though it’s not something you really want - at least not anymore. The moans turn into whines as you come around him.

“Just let me know when you want this, again.”

He sounds so fucking proud of himself, it’s unbelievable.

~ M

I simply can't stop thinking about this man

#gator tillman #joe keery #fargo fx #fargo season 5 #fargo s5 #fargo #my man <3 #wreck me #gator tillman x reader

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Good job [Keys x fem!reader]

18+ minors DNI!

Word count: 2.6k

Prompts:

87 "Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear.  Trying to tell me something?"

100 "I wanna fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see how good you take it."

71 "Just a little more"

25 "That's it. That's my girl."

94 “That's it. let it all out”

Warnings: smut (18+), fucking in front of a mirror, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys)

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The tension is thick. The business trip you got assigned was a whole two day ordeal and you already can’t wait to get back home, you almost missed your flight because some idiot decided to park in the middle of the road, therefore blocking it for everyone else and since you are already running late the whole morning you decide to just step out of your Uber, grabbing your bag from the trunk and head to your gate.

The gate isn’t too full since most of the people are probably already through security, just you and two others in front, which isn’t much if the lady in question wouldn’t chit-chat about her morning with everyone and how great the weather is. The man in front of you huffs out an annoyed breath of air and taking a second look you can just roll your eyes. It’s no other than Walter ‘Keys’ Mckey, the man you’re doing the press tour for the new game with and haven’t talked to outside of work since he seems to know everything better when it comes to all the stuff involving making a game - story, graphics, coding - and don’t even get me started on fixing any bugs the game might have. He’s on your nerves before the trip has really started.

After a wonderful one and a half hour flight in a cab together to New York, you finally arrive at our designated hotel.

“Thank you Miss Y/L/N and Mister Mckey for staying with us. We have your room ready, everything is paid in advance and room service will be paid for in full.”

“Excuse me, you said room?”, he asks the question that you were wondering about yourself.

“Yes, your boss said one room would be fine, is there a problem?”

“Is there any chance we could book a second room? I’ll even pay for it myself”, you try your best.

“I’m sorry but we’re all booked out for the week.”

“It’s fine, we’ll make it work. Thank you”, Keys snatches the Keycard to your room from the desk and all you can do is fake a smile and nod thankfully before following him.

You enter the room with just one bed inside and are happy that it’s at least going to be some stunning looking 48 hours. The meeting you came here for was in an hour so you take your sweet time to change into something more appropriate and get yourself ready by looking through the notes on your tablet you made on the way here.

Simple black skinny jeans and a shirt with a v-neck should do the trick, the decent makeup doing the rest. Keys settles for the usual pair of dark jeans, but even though you didn’t mean to, your gaze rests on his black leather belt for a second as he is buttoning his dark blue shirt over it.

Both of you are well aware of the fact that he caught you, so you try to busy yourself packing your handbag for the meeting, slipping your tablet and notepad inside and hurrying out the door with a simple: “I’m just quickly gonna grab a coffee on the way.”

It’s a shitshow, the whole meeting the guys from the New York department are trying to tell you how to do your job and ask you why you didn’t think of the outcome to XYZ of any of your actions. On the other hand, Keys is the one swimming in praise for his good work and all you can do the second the meeting is done I storm out of the room to grab some dinner before heading back into your room. You don’t have a problem with someone giving you any kind of critique, but they just acted like you shouldn’t be the person in charge of your department. The dinner is just the cherry on top, comes out after an hour and just isn’t as fulfilling as you hoped, overprized of course.

Keys is sitting in front of his laptop at the table in the room and doesn’t even turn his head at the sound of the door falling into its lock. It’s dark outside, but the view is just as beautiful with the skyline, all the pretty lights of the city shining in the black of the night.

“I’m taking a shower, won’t be long”, to at least give him a chance to use the bathroom now if he needs to.

The warm water and rose petal smell of the hotel shampoo is just the right thing to calm your nerves. You still decide to not take too long so he can get ready right after. The silk of your white pajamas hugs your body so perfectly, you barely feel the material. The room is not as humid as the bathroom which instantly erupts goosebumps on your skin the second you step out.

A knock on the door lets you freeze, not wanting to talk to anyone you don’t have to. Keys snaps out of his trance and rushes to the door, taking things a bit slower when his body grazes yours in the tight space you can barely call hallway. His T-shirt under the unbuttoned one comes in contact with the silk of your pajama, the missing bra instantly getting a reaction out of your body, nipples hardening underneath the material and you know he feels it. As he answers the door you pack your worn stuff into your suitcase and sit on the edge of the bed, unsure of the sleeping situation for the night.

“Sooo, not wearing any underwear, trying to tell me something?”, you would love to wipe the smile off his face but can’t hide the tingles rushing through your body.

“Shut up, who likes to sleep in underwear anyway?”

The room fills with the smell of something you could recognize anywhere - fresh Pizza.

“I’ll let you have half if you can commit to both of us sleeping in the same bed tonight.”

“I already ate, thanks.”

“That still doesn’t tell me if you want some.”

He places the impressive pizza plate on the white duvet and gets his laptop before sitting against the headboard, still focused on the screen in front of him as he grabs a slice that already had your mouth watering prior to you taking a proper look at it.

“You did a good job today even though you didn’t have any references for the stuff you were talking about, maybe they were wondering why I didn’t just go alone”, your heart misses a beat at the praise in the beginning but quickly catches back on to its usual rhythm. 

“Apparently I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing at the moment, so yeah, you might be right that I am useless on this trip after all.”

“I never said that, I just didn’t get why Antwan had to send both of us if they were just gonna talk shit about your work anyway”, Keys puts the plate on the table his laptop sat on only half an hour ago, leaning back against the headboard to see your reaction to his statement.

“Thank you?! I’ll just report back to him on Monday, who knows maybe I’ll finally throw in the towel, can’t be bothered to take any more of this shit anyway”, you desperately press your thighs together, looking for a little more relief than just the hot shower to all the comments being flung at you today.

You get up from the bed, ready to tell him that you’re just gonna check in to another hotel, opening your bag back up to take out your outfit from the day but Keys gets ahead of you and comes around to your side of the bed, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.

Taking in the few inches between you two, you look up at him, a breath catches in your throat when you see his features soft, his brown eyes with slightly furrowed brows taking you in.

He leans down so his lips gently graze the shell of your ear and you can’t bring yourself to move, the anticipation boiling in your veins as he whispers: “Don’t go. I wanna fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see how good you take it.”

You fist his shirt before he can finish, grabbing onto it already after the first two words, the realization hits - he got you and has your stomach doing somersaults with how bad you want him, all without touching you. Your cheeks meet as he comes back to look at you, mere inches between and you know he’s just waiting - either for permission or for you to do something. His expression is almost pained with the way he is taking you in, giving his all not to just take what he wants. But the moment you give him the smallest nod with pleading eyes, he’s grabbing your cheeks with a hand on each side and presses his soft lips to yours, trying his best not to rush the kiss but its intense - swimming in your kiss like its what he’s been waiting for all day. You get lost in his soft touches, how he pauses for a second to take in the taste of your lips just to go back in, putting a loose strand of hair back in its place behind your ear. You would call the sound that leaves your lips pathetic when he pulls away just to catch his breath but instead busy yourself with taking his shirt off, sliding it eager down his shoulders just pulling at his shirt under it seconds later and before you can take a proper look at him, his lips are back on yours. Warm hands find their way under your shirt to pull you closer.

Keys chuckles into the kiss when you reach the black belt you couldn’t take your eyes earlier, fingers resting on the leather when the same small laugh escapes your own lips, finally opening it, the metal sound clinking heavily in the room. His fingers fumble with the buttons of your pajama but know he’s getting frustrated - you never use them because they’re such a pain in the ass to get open.

“Wait”, you mumble breathlessly into the kiss, almost instantly pulling away to throw your shirt over your head.

You exchange one more kiss before his lips travel lower, leaving not only soft purple patches but also goosebumps on your skin. A soft moan escapes his mouth, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head and your hand to slide from the back of his neck into his soft brown hair, carefully grabbing a bunch to pull and there goes another moan as he takes your nipple between his lips where his tongue licks and plays with it.

Both of you pull apart once more so you take the chance and get on the bed with him following right behind you but the moment you take one more look at his - still buttoned - pants, you can only imagine what you felt if you dipped your hand inside a few minutes ago. He hovers over you, settling between your legs to pepper a few more kisses over your exposed chest. The finger that rubbed over your other nipple just seconds ago finds its way under the waistband of your shorts, two other ones dipping gently between your folds. You can see him trying to keep his composure when he feels how drenched you already are - all for him. The sparks in your body turn into pure excitement as he pulls the fabric down your legs, throwing it somewhere just to come back up once more, holding your face with the same hand that explored your body and pressing another but needier kiss on your lips.

Keys scoots down the bed seconds later to kick the shoes he’s still wearing off his feet and pull his pants down his thighs alongside his underwear. You barely get a good look at him, he’s already kneeling between your legs, his hands gently rubbing down your thighs, causing you to spread them wider and perk your head up to take him in.

He rubs himself a few times before aligning his impressive length with your entrance. Your heart beats in your chest as you keep your eyes between you two, waiting for the stretch you know is going to come.

His tip glides through your folds and catches your clit for a second, coating him in more of your arousal which leaves both of you nearly breathless. You’re about to wiggle your hips for any kind of friction when he carefully pushes a few more inches inside, the stretch causing you to just want more - need more.

“Just a little more”, he tells himself as he keeps going, trying his best to let you adjust instead of just ramming into you.

You desperately pull him up to you to place a fleeting kiss on his lips and throw him onto the mattress, leaving you straddling his thighs as you glide down his length in one motion. The wind gets knocked out of you, clenching around him at the obscene desperate moan that makes him throw his head back at your action, fingers nearly bruising your hips with the tight grip.

He’s trying to catch his breath but your upper body lays flat against him, your hands intertwining with his next to his head, holding on as you begin to lift your hips slowly at first, picking up the pace in need for your release you know won’t be far.

Still, with your hands in his, he gently pushes your face to the side and that’s when you catch a glimpse of your reflection, whimpers leaving your lips as he looks at you through the floor length mirror that’s leaning against the wall, your bodies perfectly captured.

Your brows are furrowed and even though you could just get lost in the feeling of him meeting your thrusts you try your best not to close your eyes and catch every beautiful expression on his face, the way he still looks so fucking nerdy with his glasses on his nose.

“Look at you. That’s it. That’s my girl”, you moan at the nickname that fits like it's always been yours.

The room fills with the panting and moaning mess that is you two and soon you can feel your orgasm approaching. Your moans get more desperate by the second and that’s when he slides his hand now into your hair, pulling you closer and fogging your mind with his own moans that are barely above a whimper - he’s just as close.

You grip the pillows beneath you as you try your best to still meet his thrusts, not able to keep up the tempo, your voice trembles with the moan that leaves your body when you clench around him, coating him in more release than the tears that already dripped onto the mattress. Your thighs shake uncontrollably so he holds you close, coming right after you with his staggered breaths and moans filling the room and his hands gripping your ass to pull you impossibly closer, holding you right there.

You place gentle kisses on his chest as he keeps coming, moving to his jawline to tell him: “That’s it. Let it all out”, all while you keep clenching around him to encourage him further, taking everything he gives you to the point where you almost get overstimulated, which you truly couldn’t care less about.

You let your body falls next to his, both of you getting under the covers after catching your breaths for a minute.

“Since we’re obviously sharing the bed, does it mean I can help myself to a piece of that pizza?”

~ M

#joe keery #keys #free guy #stranger things #joe keery stranger things #keys x reader #joe keery x reader #smut

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If we get caught, I’m blaming you [j cody x fem!reader]

18+ minors DNI!

Word count: 996

Prompts:

51 if we get caught, i’m blaming you

22 did I give you permission to do that?

56 look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only me

7 louder, let me hear you

63 oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?

Warnings: smut (18+), shower sex, mention of a gun (not used towards anyone), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), choking, getting caught (kinda)

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“Smurf is going to kill us, if we get caught, I’m blaming you”, you tell him as both of you scurry into the bathroom, not even closing the door since the bedroom one seemed to be enough not to get caught.

He presses his body into yours, your lower back coming in contact with the counter of the sink behind you. Effortlessly, he grabs the back of your thighs to lift you up and sit you onto the counter. While his lips attack your neck with kisses and take the chance to carefully suck on your skin, your hands wander to his lower back where you pull on his shirt but your fingers land on something else - metal.

A moan escapes your throat as you grab the gun and put it next to you on the counter. You go back and pull his bloody shirt over his head and throw it somewhere in the room.

“Shower”, you now mumble against his lips and already try to hop off the counter.

Guests would be arriving in the next five minutes and both of you still needed to get cleaned up, washing the blood off your bodies from the job you pulled and nobody needed to know about - no one besides your family of course. Smurf took you in when you were younger and your parents just didn’t care about you, so they someday dropped you off at her front door but things got complicated when J came around about a year ago - because family doesn’t screw family and it never mattered if you were her real daughter or not.

This was the second job you pulled as a family after she finally caved in and gave J the chance to prove himself as trustworthy and the tension was thicker than usual, everyone still feeling the adrenaline. The blood on your clothes wasn’t his or yours, Baz lost it and shot one of the civilians, not a deadly shot but enough you and J would look like it got either of you.

He kisses you hungrily while pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra on your way into the shower. After pulling away for a second to turn on the water, you already work on the button of your jeans shuffling them down your legs with your underwear.

J closes the gap between your body, pressing his body into you before pulling away from your lips once more, grabbing your ass in your hands as you work the belt and button of his jeans: “Shit, did I give you permission to do that?”, smiling as he looks down at your naked form when you take things in your own hands again and push him into the shower, letting the door fall shut behind you. He pulls his pants and underwear down, not trying to break the kiss as both of you get drenched from the stream of water above you.

“Need to hurry”, you tell him and turn around to press your body into the glass, fingers reaching for his cock.

He gives it a few tugs, the noises only amplified by the stream of water, before he teases your entrance rubbing his length up and down a few times. You brace your hands before you, trying your best not to slip on the wet shower floor when you spread your legs further, pushing back against him. The moan that escapes your lips is breathy and shaky in your throat as he pushes himself into the hilt, filling you up completely. His hand sneaks on the side of your neck before deciding against fully wrapping around and instead he collects your wet hair and gives a little tug, pulling your head slightly backwards which makes your head spin and brace your hands in front of you against the glass while you look at him, brows furrowed just like yours and water spilling down the back of his neck and back. He lets go of your hair and grabs your tits in one hand each with a firm grip.

His thrusts are fast, setting a rhythm that’s better than you could’ve ever imagined when touching yourself only a few doors down from him.

The following words let your forehead fall onto glass while trying to match your movements with trembling knees: “Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me and only me”, his voice drops to a possessive tone down to your ear and you can feel yourself clenching around him, your orgasm nearing when you actually dare and take a look into the mirror in front of you. Him behind you, now with a vice grip on your hips all while your body is pressed to the glass of the shower, taking him like you always thought about. Your whimpers turn into silent moans and cries for help, desperate for your release.

“Louder, let me hear you.”

Squeezing your eyes shut you try your best and concentrate on keeping your mouth shut, too scared to get caught. One hand reaches between your thighs to draw circles on your clit and suddenly a high pitched moan leaves your lips, letting your head fall back on his shoulder, legs trembling as you’re right on the edge.

“Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?”

A slap on your ass rips another moan from your lips. His own movements get sloppy as he keeps fingering your clit, making you come with a cry, body tensing and legs almost buckling out under you as he follows just seconds later. You catch your breath as your trembling hands slide down the glass when he pulls out, leaving you wanting more already.

“I hope you guys are done, Smurf just got back from the store”, Derans voice says from outside the door, causing both of you to wince.

You can be fucking lucky she left in the first place.

~ M

#finn cole #j cody imagine #j cody #j cody x reader #animal kingdom tnt #animal kingdom #peaky blinders