Can you please do a gator fic where he's a prince and your a princess, forced to be in an arranged marriage. Then both our parents force us to try for children to carry on the royal name, and it turns from hate sex to the best sex ever 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
gator tillman x female reader
this request made me think of one of my movies, princess diaries so I kinda got the dynamic from its second movie and a little bit of story but slightly changed!
summary — being the princess of a country that had no male heir, the parliament and your father wanted you to marry a man, that was the only way you could get the position you worked for, and they are the one who choose them for you while forcing you to have a heir as soon as possible.
warnings — arranged marriage, alternative universe, mean gator and roy?, mean men fuck men and the patriarchy, enemies to fuckers, mentions of death and illness, begging, wedding, hurting each other, still cute, loathing, tension, mentions of child, no aftercare, p in v sex, fingering (to keep his cum in you), neck sucking, dirty talk, bad talk, pet names, hate hate hate, degradation, tell me if I missed something, english is not my first language, not proodread
author’s note — hey! sorry for the disappearing but I GOT A 93% ON MY EXAM im so happy i worked so hard — which was also the reason i disappeared, it was my foundation of economics one and ugh im so happy. I still need a week to fully come back due to our final tests and stuff but I have a Gator Tillman fanfic planned in my head for the summer for you all and I can’t wait to share it with you all ! Hope you like this, I had so much fun with this fic.
ask me anything & leave request (for future)
It doesn’t matter if you are pretty, smart and have ideas that could provide a better future for the citizens if you are a women in a country that goes by old royal agreements.
But your mother never had the chance to give birth a son after she passed away giving birth to your little sister, Olivia. Leaving your father and the country without a male heir to take over.
Of course you knew it was always stupid, you were the first born so if even your mother had a son after you, the throne should be yours.
You were educated, knew all the political structures, and was excellent in History. You knew all the men who fucked up their power with their ego over the centuries and you also learned through it all how a ruler should never put themselves first before their people.
But the parliament never agreed with a queen, and one day your father called you in his office, the king, telling you he found the solution for this problem.
Gator Tillman, the son of Roy Tillman had a, how do I say?…reputation, just like his father. His father whose queens disappeared like Henry the VIII. wives. Among with his oldest son, the heir, Gator’s mother. No one knew what happened to these women’s but every single person knew one thing, they never wanted to be apart of that family, even if they were royal and ruled the country, the country next to yours.
You heard it all, you knew exactly who Gator Tillman or Prince Gator was. He was arrogant, messy, definitely a one-night stand but in secret cause I am the future king one, his personality washed his looks away in your eyes.
No, you never met him, so like who are you to judge? But the internet had it all, and the walls of the castles are full of secrets, with maids who always gather some extra gossip when they go out shopping for the royals.
So you heard it all, and that family was danger, no one wanted to give their daughter to them, not knowing if they would disappear sooner or later without a trace by them.
But your father had no choice, he had to find someone quickly for you, you had a month and you were picky, a man hater dare I say, you lobed your freedom and hated the patriarchy. Hated that the parliament thought you needed a man before stepping on the throne.
You were perfectly capable of ruling this small country on your own, and you are just 20 years old, you had plenty of time finding someone who you would have a heir with. It’s not the middle ages, you won’t die in your 40’s.
It’s not like you never had a boyfriend, of course in secret. You were definitely not a virgin, even had situationship, but marrying someone now? That was not on your bingo card. You just wanted to serve the people of your country and make them have the best you can afford.
Your father on the other hand has made a decision, he was sick, he didn’t have much time left, but no one knew yet. He needed to have you accepted by the meeting and needed to do that before he was put to bed.
And then there was Roy Tillman, who was always trying to climb an invisible ladder, trying to have more and more power to his name and to the Tillman name. But his son was a disappointment, he was loose, and Roy had to fix it somehow, and he thought that mixing in fixing his son and gaining more power, was the greatest idea of the century.
So as soon as he heard that your hand was up for auction, he knew it was gonna be his families.
He made his guards go and threaten every other possible royals or lords to not even think about you, of course it was in the violent way that made all of them actually stay far away from you and that throne.
The parliament of your country got the letter from King Roy and they were thrilled, it was a strong governing country that was taking over a lot of territories. They were successful, but evil, but did the parliament care about you? No, absolutely not. They were all men and all they care about is power, and Roy, he promised a good amount of that with money.
When they went to tell the King he first refused but as he started coughing mid arguing he realized, there was no other option, and he had a change of heart and mind, you are gonna get married to fucking Gator Tillman, the future King.
“You called me, what’s going on?” You asked as you entered your father’s office, the guard closing the door behind you.
“My daughter, I found the solution for our problem, I found a husband for you.” Your father did not turn to look at you, as he was looking out the window, looking at the far streets with citizens walking around.
“But that is not a solution, I shouldn’t have to give away my whole self to a man when I can perfectly take your place without a husband! Why do women have to marry while men can rule without marriage? It is the twenty first century uh god-“ you snapped instantly walking further to your father.
“I don’t make the rules! You have to do this or I will have to give your sister to someone so she can rule instead of you.” He finally looked at you, turning his whole body in your direction.
“Olivia? She’s only 16, you cannot do that to her!”
“Good, we are on the same page then, you are the only option.” He said looking back to the window.
You couldn’t say anything, you were frozen, in time, in space. It was not fair…
“But why?… why can’t you just rule for another year? I swear if you give me time I will figure it all out but one month is not enough for me to find love, and I want love, my heart craves it, and I don’t wanna be sad while I’m in love.” You tried turning your voice to more of a gentle tone.
Your father just sighed as he walked to his desk without glancing at you.
“This is not the way I wanted you to find out. I’m sick darling. And I do not have much time left, no it can’t be cured and we have no other choice. I need you to take my place but the parliament only let’s you have it with a ring on your finger.” He sat down in his chair as he looked in your eyes.
His words shattered you, you have already lost your mother, you couldn’t lose the only parent left in your life, your sister, she couldn’t lose her dad. Your vision went blurry as tears formed in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you finally managed to pull a muscle to blink.
“W-what?…Why didn’t you tell me? If I knew-“
“But you didn’t. I just need you now to obey.”
“Just give me time, I will find someone, I will now please- I-I’m not gonna let you down.” You said walking over to him, kneeling in front of him while tears rolled down your cheeks as he put your hands in his.
“You can’t they already gave you to someone, I’m sorry…there were no other options.” He said with tears in his eyes.
“Who is it?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you leaned forward asking the big question.
He just looked at you for a few seconds before that name left his lips.
That name that no one wanted to have any connection with. Gator Tillman. He was gonna be your husband.
Your whole face froze, you felt his hands grabbing yours, your knees burning the floor.
“What?” Is all you were able to say.
Your father stayed silent as you pulled your hands away from his grip. You stood up slowly.
“No, no, no, no ,no! I won’t marry that man!” You started walking around the room trying to calm yourself down.
“Darling I know but we have no choice! One of our insiders heard that Roy had threatened every other potential applicant and he won’t stop until you are married to his son!”
“I don’t care! Then stop it, do something but please don’t let me marry someone who doesn’t even know what love is!” You were begging, again on your knees.
“I’m sorry, there is not other option, I’m so sorry, but the parliament only accept you on the throne with there rules.”
You just stayed silent, your forehead resting on his knees, tears leaving your eyes.
“The wedding is in two days, I’m sorry, I wish we had other choices. I will announce my illness and end of reign today. I hope one day you will forgive me.” Your father said as you looked up at him at the end of his sentence.
You didn’t say back anything, you just stood up and rushed out of his office, slamming the door behind you.
It was either you, your sister, or the end of your country. You were furious, the afternoon your father had the announcement you did not appear by his side, little you knew, your future husband was already there in that crowd, with his father, watching as their plane came to reality. More his father’s plan.
Cause how did Gator react when he heard the news? Oh he was angry.
He heard about you too, don’t worry. He heard about how educated you were, how your political view was, how you never officially announced anyone into the royal family, but there were people who knew it all. He knew exactly what kind of people you dated and be knew exactly your hook ups or your situationships. He knew how you hated that you needed to marry for throne, he knew how much you loved your sister and your country, he knew you loved helping orphans and how much you adored children, he knew how sarcastic and annoying you can be, how you had a filthy mouth, but a beautiful one for sure, with those pretty eyes and face and body and hair and—
No you were a bitch, he knew how you talked down on him, and he did not like that. And he knew he had to marry you, that was the only way he could please his father, the only way his father might be finally proud of him, it was the only way. So even though he hated you, he hated the idea of it, his freedom gone now, he hated to do it.
While he was listening to your father announcing his illness and how you are gonna take over his place with a husband, who will be shown to the public tomorrow on your breakfast engagement party, he just couldn’t stop looking for you with his eyes, he wanted to see your annoyed face, he hoped you would make a scene and lose your power, but you were not even there.
You were having a childish tea party with your friend group of six.
“I cannot believe that I have to marry that boring, childish, mean man! Ugh! Be his wife for a lifetime?” You said, falling back on your chair.
“Can’t you just divorce him after like a year or something?” One of your friend Peach suggested. Of course you thought about it but it was impossible, you would never be seen as a good Queen ever again.
“That’s not how it works.”
“At least he is handsome.” Anna replied.
“Anna stop!” Ivy hit her arm. “Au!”
“That’s not the point! And it doesn’t matter if he is a son of a bitch! And just like to fuck around-“ you snapped as you reached for your tea — filled secretly with alcohol like all your friends.
“Darling, it’s not like you can do anything about it sadly, just accept it, make the best out of it-“ you friend Ruth tried to take the positive side of it, if there was even one but your other friend Dakota just cut her.
“Fuck no! Make him suffer for cutting off every single other prince, marry him, don’t give him any of it, no sex, make him suffer and sleep as far away as possible from him.”
“He is not the one who threatened others, it was his father, the king, whatever…” your life started to go down in front of you, being apart of that family, the thought made you want to kill yourself before they have to chance to kill you.
Your phones started buzzing as your friends picked it up while you were just stuffing some dessert in your mouth. They all gasped, or had their mouth opened, left some cursing word or had their hand over their mouth. Different reaction to the same news.
The announcement, the engagement brunch the following day, and pictured of the Tillman royal family standing in a prioritized space with their son Gator in the middle next to his father. It was clear, he was the one.
“I’m sorry but he is hot-“ Peach stated as they all agreed now. Gosh nobody could understand so you just rolled your eyes and stuffed another cookie in your mouth.
The engagement party the following day made you have lack of sleep, but you were woken up early, your maid telling you that you will meet Gator and his father before the party, so you two can walk out to the public together.
So you had not other choice then to dress up, do your makeup, and go out there.
Before you entered the hall where you two would first meet, your father stood there with your sister on the end of the long hallway.
“Just be the sweetest, show them your politeness, your charm darling, remember we need this.” Your father told as your sister just looked at you to assure you it’s all gonna be alright.
So you put a smile on your face and nodded, showing them you are ready.
Your father walked first, behind him you, and your sister behind you, not to mention your father’s right hand and your two maids making sure you are prepared.
When you first saw Roy you felt the knot on your stomach tighten, and as you walked further and Roy’s smiling face moved, you saw Gator.
His hair was gelled back, he had dressed for once nicely, he had his hands in front of him connected as he was looking all over you. You stopped in front of him along with your father and sister.
“It is a pleasure to finally meet your highness!” You father said as he shook hands with Roy.
“It’s our pleasure, beautiful palace by the way, with two beautiful princesses.” He said looking over you and your sister.
“They are my daughter’s,” He said your name pointing at you. “And her sister Olivia, the younger princess.” He pointed at her as you both did a curtsy for them.
“This is my son Gator, the future king of my country!” He put his hand on Gator’s shoulders. It was not your turn.
You knew you had to go in front of him and curtsy, have a chat with him, charm him. But God you hated him. All the sweetness was gone and pure hatred came in you.
“Prince Gator…” You said stepping forward.
A little smile appeared on his face, but it was cut not long after as he felt pain in his foot.
After holding his hand, I mean giving your hand to his so he could politely put a kiss on it, as he was leaning down to kiss it you suddenly stepped on his foot in full anger. He crunched down at the sudden pain.
You just turned around and stormed off.
Soon you were still dragged out of the palace to the party, after some introduction where neither of you or Gator said a word as you two were standing next to each other, you left to talk with your friends.
“You did what?!” Your friend Anna asked as she was walking behind you.”
“He checked me out, like fully and had that cocky smile on his face I just couldn’t stop myself!” You said still walking ahead.
“Wait what was his reaction?” Peach questioned.
“Better question what was your father’s reaction?” Dakota continued.
“Or King Roy’s?” And of course Ruth joined.
“I wish I was there to witness this.” Ivy stated taking a sip of her drink.
“I don’t know I left and hadn’t spoken to any of them since, God I can’t believe I have to marry him tomorrow!”
“But you didn’t even gave him a chance..”Peach started, he was trying to help you but it just made you even more angry.
“I don’t have to! I know he is a bad person who could never love me and I could never love him!” You stopped in your steps and turned around to face them.
One of the guards suddenly came up to you as he told you that the members of the parliament and your father were waiting for you in the throne room.
You were confused but you excused yourself from your friends and followed the guards.
When you entered it you saw your father, Roy, and all the important members of the parliament. As you walked in Gator was also entering the room with the same puzzled look as you.
“Why did you want us here, father?” Gator asked stepping forward.
Roy looked furious, probably from your earlier action. This made you smile a little.
“We have some talk with the young couple here.” Roy said as he looked over at your father and the prime minister next to him. Your father just looked down, the minister noticing and stepping forward to talk.
“We came to the decision that you two will have to give us a heir as soon as possible after the marriage is tightened. And if you are not pregnant by the next 3 months we will have to discuss your position.” This made you lose your head.
“Excuse me! I am already being given away to an arrogant man who is by the way, from the Tillman bloodline, I have my wedding tomorrow and we are in the middle of this fuck ass engagement party when you are trying to tell me I have to get pregnant in the span of 3 months?!” You voice went more up and up.
“Language daughter!” Your father shouted back at you which made you step back one.
“As the Prime Minister I have to say, you two will have to make a child, every day, guards will be outside your room, making sure you two are doing the best you can do for the future of our country!” God you hated this man, before you could say anything, you stormed of the room, Gator following not long after you, both fucked uo by the news.
You were back at the party, you saw your friends sitting by one of the tables but you did not walk over to them. You were walking around the fountain, trying to calm down.
“How could they think I would want to even sleep with him! How could they think that I’m gonna get pregnant! We just met, we didn’t even have our wedding yet-“ You stopped in your trace and talking to yourself as you saw Gator standing next to the fountain.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“Listening to how much you don’t want to have sex with me.” He said his hands behind him.
“That’s-that’s not even my main concern!” You replied, your hands flying around.
“Are you sure?” He said walking up to you.
Your legs were suddenly not working, you couldn’t move.
“Don’t think I want anything from you, doll. I could be the King of my country without a wife like you but my father wants all of this for whatever reasons!” He raised his voice.
“Then stop it! You are the only one who can do that, I have no right in my own marriage or…body!”
“I’m not going against my father for you doll.”
This nickname made you even angrier. You could finally move so your turned around, taking a step further from him before turning back to him, hitting his shoulder with your fan.
Suddenly he grabbed your fan from your hands and hit you with your own fan. You gasped, how arrogant and mean!
“I loath you!” He repeated.
“I loathed you first!” Replied as he grabbed your cheeks and pulled your lips to his.
You were surprised, shocked at first, and didn’t pull away, only a few seconds later you did. Your hand flew to his cheeks and slapped him.
“You will be my wife, if we like it or not.”
“I don’t care, I don’t wanna touch you ever.” You replied.
“How the hell we supposed to have kids then?”
“I don’t care, I don’t want to have anything to do with you, you are disgusting!” You shouted in his face, he didn’t move, he just took it all in.
“Whatever you say, such a bitch.” He said before walking off, how dare he.
The day has come for the wedding, nothing was chosen by you, not the table decoration, your bridesmaids dresses, your dress, your veil and neither your fiancé.
You hated it, so much, the thought. As your maid’s were making you ready for the big day you couldn’t stop starring at yourself in the mirror. They even put you in a sexy but still gorgeous and royal underwear for the night, the confirmation action with your husband, ugh.
And suddenly you found yourself in front of the big door, the door that’s gonna changer your life forever.
As it opened and music started playing, all the guests stood up. All the guests like hundreds of them, and thousands were waiting outside the church to get a glimpse of you. You could only stare ahead, where you saw Gator standing there, looking at you, eyes absolutely glued on you.
You felt your eyes start to form some tears as you whispered to your father beside you.
“I-I can’t do this, please…” you were begging, but quietly. He did not reply he just started guiding you towards the door, as he slowly walked you down the aisle.
There were cameras, as it was a royal wedding, so you tried to suck in all the tears, not showing it to the media. As your father left your side, you walked up the altar. And faced him.
He had his hair gelled back, with two front piece out, it did suit him well. He had the traditional suit on.
You zoomed out as the priest — who knew you since your were little — gave you away to a man who could probably never treat you right.
You couldn’t listen to all his saying until you heard the question.
“Will you Prince Gator of *** accept” the priest said your name and title with your dearly loved country “as your wife?”
“I do.” Gator replied looking back now in your eyes.
The priest said your title and name “Will you accept Prince Gator Tillman as your husband?”
You stayed silent for a second but quickly picked up the courage. “I do.”
“By the authority vested in me by God, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest stepped back by one, as Gator leaned in, his hands grabbing your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss.
It was angry, but so fucking hungry. Like all the hate suddenly became lust by the priests words.
The party went down, faster then you wanted it to, cause you know what was coming and you didn’t have any chance to stop it.
Making the marriage official.
You two were sent to your new, shared room. Guards were standing outside waiting for a noise as a confirmation that they can share to the parliament that was waiting at the other side of the palace for it.
As soon as the doors shut you threw your tiara on the bed.
“You are sleeping on the floor. Here.” You said as you grabbed the pillow and thew it directly at him, he caught it.
“Hell no, what about the confirmation?” He asked.
“You really- you really thought I would do that? No thanks, I don’t even care if they are listening, I would never sleep with you.” You stepped forward to him. He dropped the pillow that was thrown at him on the bed.
“Not like I want to have sex with you, you are such a bitch, someone could have really fucked that attitude out of you.” He stated stepping one step forward.
“Yeah sure, you are the one talking! Not like you slept with half of the women population your age in your country and left as soon as you cum.” You stepped one step forward.
“I also heard stories about you, also how dirty you like it. That little princess, such a sweetheart right? Who likes to be degraded in bed.” He stepped forward as you two were now only a few inches away.
You gasped, your palms again meeting with his face. The force of it made his head turn to the side but as soon as he tilted his back to you, his palms were on your cheeks. But not the same way.
He was suddenly sucking on your lips. Not gentleness, he was kissing you hard. And you couldn’t help it but kiss him back, your hands flying to his neck and hair. He suddenly bit down your lip as a moan left your mouth from the little pain.
He pulled away a little and pushed you to the wall. He watched you as you were trying to catch your breath, he walked up to you.
“Yeah I know.” And before he could say anything further, you grabbed his neck and pulled him to your lips again.
His tongue found you very fast, sometimes sucking on your mouth. He left your lips and started going down your neck.
You were whimpering around him, you could feel your pussy getting wet, fuck you hated him.
“You hate me so much, your whole body is in heat doll.” He murmured against your neck as he sucked on that spot that made you moan and grip his gelled hair, ripping it out from the product.
“Shut up.” You managed to say before you showed him backwards and you saw a smirk growing on his lips as well as his bulge growing.
You followed after him kissing him once again with passion but before it could go deeper he turned you around and started undoing your dress, while his lips were back on your neck from behind.
You grabbed the table next to you for some support as your head tilted back.
None of you were gonna get on your knees for each other, you both just wanted to prove your hatred to each other by fucking rough.
When he finally got your dress’s ties down he showed the wedding dress off and he spines you so you were looking at him again.
“Fuck.” He said as his eyes were glued on your breasts.
“Yes?” He replied still looking at your tits but not touching.
“Let’s do that fucking confirmation, now, as soon as possible.” You stated, trying to sound like your pussy was not aching from the pain, the pain of wanting to feel him.
“Finally you have a good idea.” And he was on your breasts, his hands going to your back to unclip them and throw them away far from you.
As soon as he found your nipples he sucked on them, his hands flying to squeeze your ass as your were holding onto him, moaning his name.
“Fuck moan my name again, I hate how much it turns me on.” He said against your sucked nipples so you moaned it again and again and again.
It made him suck them harder then just lick them teasing then suck then lick.
You had enough and grabbed his face and pulled him up to you.
“Fuck, you love bossing around don’t you princess?” He said as he was showing off his clothes.
“Why not? That’s what you are princess.” All his clothes down you didn’t even check him out you just showed him to the bed, pushed him down on it and climbed over him.
“Yeah you are about to, you don’t hate it that much right?” He questioned as he saw that you had removed all your remaining clothes your dripping cunt exposed.
“I hate it enough to do it.” And he suddenly grabbed your hips and changed your position. He was now on top as he span you around so you were on all four for him.
“Yeah, me too.” He didn’t warn you or anything, and he didn’t need any preparation as you were so wet for him that it was dripping down your thighs. He just entered you, made you arch you back more, showing off your ass to him. Both of your groaned at the feeling.
“Fuck you are so tight, best pussy already ever.” He stated as he grabbed your hips and started thrusting in you, not gentle, hard, full of hatred and you hated how much your body sucked him more and more.
One of his hands flew to your head and showed it down into the pillow. You tilted your had so you were facing side, to be able to breath as his hand stayed in your hair, it made you arch for him even more, him getting into a deeper part of your pussy.
You were moaning and whimpering around every time he went in and out, hitting your g spot.
“Yeah you like it don’t you? Being all fucked out by someone you hate but your body is fucking sucking me in, such a slut of a princess.” His words made your walls arch around him, trying to make him sucked in you.
“Fuck you like it don’t you? A royal highness being fucked out while calling her a slut. So perfect…”
“Gator-Gosh, don’t fucking stop!” You managed to say against the pillow, your saliva dripping out your mouth.
“I will fuck that attitude out of you, princess.” He started going harder, skin slapping skin louder, his cock stating to pulse and twitch around you even more.
“Fuck you feel so good, too good!” He said as his eyes shut.
He was thrusting now faster too. He felt you being close and his hand that was resting on your hip flew to you as he started abusing it making you scream and cum from it. His other hand still pushing you down into the pillow.
Your pussy sucking it all in and you screaming his name took him over to and he came in you but fid not stop his movements. You could feel his cum in your pussy and your orgasm even went bigger as he was moaning in you.
You did not want to admit but you never came this hard in your life, and Gator? This was the best fucking sex he ever fucking had.
When you both rode out your orgasms fully and he softened inside you he pulled out and flipped you over.
You whimpered at the sudden emptiness but also felt his cum starting to leak out of your cunt.
However it did not have much time, as you felt his two fingers in your hole, stuffing all his cum in you.
“Gotta make sure you take it all, princess.”
“I told you to not call me that.”
“Oh yeah sorry, gotta make sure you take it all, slut.”
On this word he felt your wall arching around his fingers and he giggled.
“I hate you.” You said once again.
“This will never happen again, hopefully you got me pregnant and our duty will be done.”
“Why do you act like it was not the best sex you ever had?”
“Cause you are someone who would never treat me right. You are just a bad person and I-I don’t want this, I hate you.” You stated.
“You will want it, don’t worry princess, you will want me.”
“You have to figure that out yourself.”
And suddenly his fingers left your cunt and he stood up as he walked towards the bathroom door, still fully naked.
