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The Ink That Binds Us - Chapter 5
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Summary: In the weeks following your heat Roy has been keeping Gator extra busy, so you're missing your Alpha. Gator takes it upon himself to make sure you know he'd do anything for you, give you anything you want because you are his.
Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, smut, 18+ mdni, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning). p in v, creampie, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink, reader takes a pregnancy test, use of pet names.
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: It's here! Sorry for the delay I have been wrapped up in a Prince Steve AU so be on the lookout for that coming soon!
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Once again, you woke up alone in your nest. It has been two weeks since your heat, and you’ve barely seen your new mate. 
Gator slinks out of bed before dawn, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder before he goes, and does not return until long after dark if he returns at all. 
Sometimes he’s been opting to stay at his father’s ranch since most of his belongings still reside there, and it leaves him closer to be at Roy’s beck and call. 
You climb out of bed to begin your day, heading to the kitchen and wondering if Gator even made it home last night. 
Blossom 🌸 8:02 am: I miss you. The nest is beginning to smell wrong. Like you’re missing. 
His reply comes just a few minutes later. 
Gator 🐊 8:09 am: Dad’s got a lot going on so I have to be in charge for a while. I’ll be home for dinner tonight. I promise. 
You smile and bounce on the balls of your feet looking around the kitchen, you’re going to make the best dinner you can, your alpha’s been working hard. He deserves this. 
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Gator pulls into the drive long after dark. He’s absolutely, overwhelmingly, exhausted, but he’s surprised to see lights still on in the house. Usually, you’ve been asleep for hours by this point. That’s when he remembers. He promised to be home for dinner. 
“Shit.” He curses under his breath. 
He hops out of the truck and quickly walks up the path, jumping the stairs before letting himself in. 
What he finds there nearly breaks his heart. 
You’re lying on the couch, wearing his favorite dress, it’s obvious you fell asleep waiting on him. 
And he can smell fresh-baked oatmeal-raisin cookies, and steak and potatoes. He knows you must have worked hard all day for him and he couldn’t even show up when he said he would. 
‘Deserves better’ his alpha snaps from the back of his mind. 
He pushes that down, walks over to the couch kneels, and softly runs his hand over your hair. 
“Blossom, wake up, baby.” He mumbles, gently shaking you. 
“Hmm?” You groan softly, waking up. 
You blink up at him, your eyes half-lidded and tired. 
“You’re home,” you smile sleepily, “I missed you.” 
You sit up and wrap your arms around his neck pulling him close. He buries his face in your neck as he climbs up onto the couch with you, lying down on top of you, inhaling your scent. 
“Missed you too, Omega. M’sorry, I’m late.” 
You gently run your fingers through his hair, softening the slicked-back locks into the soft tendrils you love. 
“S’okay-“ you begin.
“No, it’s not. It’s not okay. Fuck…” he groans softly, arguing with his Alpha. 
You hold him for a long moment. Letting him gently crush you into the couch cushions. 
“I’ve been a shit Alpha. You deserve someone who takes care of you. Who takes you out on dates? Who is good to you? Not me… not this fuck up.” He mumbles into your neck. 
“Gator, look at me.” You say softly. 
He refuses, sinking further into your scent and his self-doubt. 
You sink your fingers into his hair and gently tug at the roots. 
“Gator Tillman. Look at me.” You say, using the sternest tone he’s ever heard from you. 
He raises his head and looks at you, a little perplexed by that tone. 
“You are not a shit Alpha, and I never want to hear those words ever again. You’re my Alpha. Mine. I don’t care about going out on dates, and you’re very good to me.” You say, looking directly into his eyes, refusing to be the one to look away first. 
He leans in and rests his forehead against yours, basking in your words, for a moment. 
“But what about-“ 
“Gator, I swear,” you say, effectively cutting him off. 
He lets out a soft little laugh. 
“Don’t go turning into a brat now.” He says softly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. 
“Then don’t act like a knothead.” You mumble softly, spreading your legs so he can slot between them. 
The two of you fit together like puzzle pieces, completing one another as he presses his lips against yours in a slow, gentle drag, his chapped lips against your pillow-soft ones. 
You pull away and press a small, soft kiss on his head. 
“My Alpha, perfect for me.” You whisper against his skin. 
He wraps his arms around you and buries his face back into the crook of your neck, softly kissing your mating mark as he falls asleep. 
You hold him close and close your eyes as well, letting yourself relax and be lulled into sleep. Comforted by your Alpha. 
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You wake up the next morning and groan softly, stiff from having slept on the couch but feeling more at peace and well-rested than you have in days. 
You softly card your fingers through Gator’s soft hair, relishing the sleepy sounds he makes as he wakes up. 
“Good morning, handsome.” You whisper. 
“Mornin’ Blossom.” He mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. 
You smile, you relish this, this softness, that no one else gets to be privy to. Something that is only between the two of you. 
“You want me to make ya some breakfast before your shift?” You ask, as you softly run your hand up and down his spine, unable to keep your hands off him. 
He relaxes into you a little more. 
“You don’t mind?” 
“Not at all, handsome. C’mon. Get up. You get ready, and I’ll fix you something to eat.” You kiss his cheek before dropping your arms from around him. 
He rolls off the couch, less than gracefully, before popping up and helping you stand. 
He drops a kiss to the top of your head, before heading off to the shower. 
You step into the kitchen and begin to fix him some breakfast. 
Eggs, toast, bacon. Doing your very best to have it all finished at the same time. 
Gator steps into the kitchen, hair slicked back, holster around his thigh, and the rest of his gear situated just right.
You both sit to eat, and you watch as he devours his food, as always. Light conversation about plans for the day. 
As per usual, Gator can’t tell you much about anything. You try to not let it bother you. Even though it does. 
You hold onto his vest as he kisses you hard before he leaves. His tongue slid alongside yours, his hands squeezing your hips, pulling you flush against him, making sure you’ll think about nothing but him all day long. 
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After your shift at the diner, you stop at the pharmacy to pick up a few things. You walk past the pads and tampons and pause. You do the mental math and your eyes go a little wide. 
Your hand instinctually rests on your lower belly. 
“Oh my god…” you bite your lip and glance at the tests next to you. You grab one and toss it in your basket before you can think too hard about it. 
Once you get home, you sit in the bathroom on top of the closed toilet lid and stare at the package. 
“This is silly… it was one heat. There’s no way…” you toss the test into the drawer and head back into the living room to watch some mindless television. 
However, it’s like the test is mocking you from the other room. 
Soon you find yourself back in the bathroom, the foil ripped open, and you take the test. You sit on the floor with the test on the edge of the tub as you wait for the results. 
Your hand once again goes to rest on your lower belly. 
“You’re going to be so loved…” you smile softly. 
A few minutes later you lift the test and it’s like a rock develops where your heart should be.  
Only one line. 
Negative.
“Oh.” 
You suddenly feel so silly and stupid for your behavior. You quickly toss everything in the trash bin as your eyes well with tears. 
You’re not even sure why you’re so upset. It’s not even something you were really thinking about, but now that it’s not happening you’re crushed. 
You move to the bedroom and crawl into your next hiding yourself under your blankets as the tears begin to fall. ‘Bad Omega, failure.’ Your omega whispers in the back of your mind. That’s where Gator finds you. 
He’d come home expecting to find you in the kitchen making dinner, or at least in the living room watching something on the TV. When he doesn’t see you he begins looking around calling out for you, becoming a little more panicked when you don’t respond. 
When he finally finds you buried in your nest he’s concerned. 
“Blossom? What’s wrong, Omega?” He sits next to you softly cupping your cheek, his thumb wiping away your tears. 
You turn your head away from him hiding yourself from his gaze. 
“Don’t. Look at me,” He says, “Omega, what is going on? Talk to me.” 
“It’s s-stupid.” You mumble into the sheets
“It’s not stupid if it’s made you this upset. C’mon little one. Tell me what’s wrong.” He says, lifting your chin so he can look at you. 
You pause for a long moment looking up at him, thinking about how you want to tell him.
“I took a pregnancy test.” You finally say. The words slipping out easier than you thought they would. 
His face lights up, and that joy you see on his face, it kills you. It makes you feel even worse because you know what you have to say next, but he interrupts you before you can get the words out. 
“Omega mine. Why would you be upset about that? A baby is amazing.” He smiles and he moves to put his hand on your belly but you know if he touches you there you’ll scream. 
“It was negative.” you choke out.
“Oh…” he pauses and lays down pulling you close, letting you rest your head on his chest. 
You hold onto him nuzzling your face into his scent gland, calming yourself. 
“I didn’t know you wanted a baby so badly.” He whispers. 
“Neither did I.” You say, your lips softly brushing against his skin. 
He tries to contain the shiver that runs through him at the feeling of your lips on him. 
“But I do,” you whisper, “please Alpha?” 
He groans and rolls over on top of you pinning you to the mattress. 
“You’re killing me, Omega,” He softly rolls his hips against yours as he kisses you, “I’ll give you a pup. Fuck one into this cute belly of yours. Make you a mommy.”
He takes his time, slowly peeling away each layer of clothing. Pressing kisses to every inch of newly revealed skin. 
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m the luckiest Alpha alive.” He growls as he slips your panties off, and situates himself between your thighs, inhaling deeply. 
You blush at his actions, lying back in your nest. 
“Fuck, you smell so sweet for me. M’gonna get you nice and wet. So ready to take my cock, okay?” He slowly trails kisses up your inner thigh before burying his face in your cunt, tracing his tongue up and down your slit as his large hands hook under your thighs and settle on your hips. 
You gasp softly and close your eyes, settling more into the feelings. The softness of your nest, the roughness of Gator’s hands on your hips, the soft wet sounds of his tongue between your thighs, and the pleasure he brings you. 
He begins to softly suck on your clit as you begin to get wetter, he moans and the vibrations cause you to arch your back. 
“Good girl, Blossom. That’s right. Grind on my tongue, sweet girl.” He moans again. 
You thread your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as you gasp out his name, the flames of pleasure licking up your spine. 
He slips two fingers into your entrance, your wetness making it easy, as he curls them and massages the soft spongy spot he knows drives you insane. 
You dig your heels into his back trying to scramble away from him as you reach that precipice. Your Alpha only holds you tighter refusing to let you run from your own pleasure. 
You scream out his name as you come apart on his tongue. 
He laps up your essence before pulling away and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand smirking. 
“Fuckin’ delicious, Omega.” 
You blush and hide your face in the crook of your elbow. 
He grabs your hand and uncovers your face smirking down at you. 
“Hey there pretty girl.” 
“Hi.” You smile softly looking up at him. 
He holds your hands down on either side of your head and kisses you softly as you wrap your legs around his hips, the head of his cock nudging gently against your clit once, twice, before he presses into you. 
He groans softly against your lips, “holy shit, Omega… how are you always so fuckin’ tight?” 
He gives you a moment to adjust before he begins slowly rolling his hips against yours. Each thrust was measured, slow and deep. 
“Feels so good, Alpha. Always feels so good.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around him, clinging to him. 
He presses his forehead to yours, taking his time as the pace of his thrusts speeds up, still just as deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time he presses into the hilt. 
“You feel like heaven, my love. I’m gonna give you a baby sweet Omega. Gonna give you everything you want. I promise.” He kisses you deeply as he gets closer, picking up speed as he gets closer.  
You gasp softly at his words, “I’m close Alpha, please.” 
“I know, Omega. I can feel you squeezing me. I’m almost there. Gonna fill you up. Gonna give you all of me. Fuck… wait for me, baby.” He growls softly. 
He holds you close and kisses you deeply the curly hairs at the base of his cock stimulating your clit in just the right way as he grinds his hips into yours. 
He thrusts a couple more times as he cums deep inside you, his thick spend painting your inner walls as you gasp and come hard around him. 
“That’s right, Omega. Doing so good for me. Taking me so well. Love you so much.” He holds you close as you both come down from your euphoria. 
“Love you too, Alpha. Thank you… thank you.” 
You press soft kisses everywhere you can reach, keeping your legs up and wrapped around him. 
He presses his hand down on your lower belly.
“This is where my pups will grow. Just give it time, Omega mine. Just give it time.”
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The Ink That Binds Us - Chapter 1
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Summary: Omega reader moves to Stark County, ND after her grandmother dies and she inherits her house. She gets a job at a local diner where she meets charismatic asshole alpha, Deputy Gator Tillman. Will his rough around-the-edge ways push her away before she even knows that he’s her perfect match?
Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, eventual smut, 18+ mdni, mentioned unwanted touching, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning).
Word Count: 2.4k
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“We were just two broken souls trying to fix one another… Somehow I ended up with a piece of you and you, me.” — Evy Michaels
- 10 years earlier -
You wake up and stretch, your nest is cozy and warm around you. The blankets, pillows, and stolen clothes from the people important in your life are arranged just so. Slowly, you sit up and climb out, headed to the bathroom before you head to school. On your way past the vanity you freeze in your tracks. There on your right bicep is a large tattoo. 
When a soulmate permanently marks their skin, their other half also receives an identical mark. You gasp and cover your mouth, tears forming as you inspect closer. It’s the letters LOL in dark colors, and the O is clearly made up of barbed wire. 
Why would your match do this to you? Why would your alpha mark up your pretty skin with such a crude tattoo? You don’t know who your alpha is, but you're upset, and this has left a sour taste in the back of your throat. 
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- Present Day -
Gator walks into the diner pulling the door open with gusto, knowing he’s late to meet Roy. It seems he’s always late lately. He slides himself into the booth across from his father and sags into the cracked and creaking leather. 
“What kept ya?” Roy asks, not even bothering to look up at his son from his paper as he takes a sip from his coffee. 
“Was dealing with that… uh, assignment you gave me.” He smiles at his father as the waitress sets down a mug, and begins to fill it up for him. 
“Would you like anything else?” You look at the deputy, your hip cocked as you wait for his response, setting the carafe on the edge of the table. 
“You’re new.” Gator looks the new waitress up and down, he knows all the staff in the diner. He eats here more than he eats at home. 
You nod and pull out your notepad. 
“Mhmm just moved here recently.” You pull out a pink pen, tapping the end of it against your plush lower lip. 
He tries to scent you and finds himself a little disappointed when he can’t pick up any trace of you. Damn scent blockers, he’ll never understand why you omegas use them. 
Meanwhile, you’re taken aback by this man’s strong scent. It’s almost as if he’s intentionally giving it off, trying to fill the air around you. Notes of palo santo and sage wrap you in warmth, and nostalgia while still being refreshing, exciting, and new. Your heart begins to race, and you’re nervous that these two alphas sitting in front of you are able to hear it beating out of your chest. You almost miss his order as he asks for what he wants. 
“Western omelet. Bacon and white toast.” He sits back and looks at his father as you make your notes and lift the carafe heading back to the kitchen. He can’t help himself watching the way your hips move as you walk away. 
Roy reaches over and slaps his son upside the head, “If your eye causes you to sin son, pluck it out.” 
Gator immediately drops his gaze and keeps it on the table when you deliver his and Roy’s food. 
He mumbles a soft, “Thank you, miss.” 
Having noted the lack of a mating mark on your neck when you originally took his order. 
You come and refill coffee and check on them, before setting the check on the table. At the bottom you’ve written Thank You in your loopy handwriting, followed by a smiley face. 
You bid them both good day before walking away. The smell of palo santo and sage lingering around you for the rest of the day. 
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 The next day you’re leaning against the cool bricks outside the diner, trying to take some deep breaths and slow your heart rate, when some black steel toe boots enter your line of sight. You slowly look up the khaki-clad legs, your breath catching when you see a gun seated in a holster wrapped snugly around their thigh. That’s when the scent hits you. Palo santo and sage, your eyes snap up to meet the honey-colored ones of the alpha you served yesterday morning. 
“You hiding out here?” 
His eyes aren’t the only thing that’s like honey, the timbre of his voice pours over you like a warm drink on a cold winter’s morning, soothing your heckles that were raised from the alphas inside.
“I’m not hiding from anything.” You snap, your voice harsh. 
Gator’s not used to being spoken to like that, certainly not by an omega. He draws himself to his full height and steps closer. 
“Then what’s got you so riled up, little one?” 
He gently tugs on the hem of your sleeve, and his eye catches on the ink hidden there. 
“What’s that?” He asks, as he goes to lift your sleeve but you slap your hand over your bicep stopping him. 
“Don’t touch me! You alphas are all the same. You don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself.” 
That stops him dead in his tracks. His voice gets low and serious. 
“Who touched you?” 
You fix your sleeve, making sure the embarrassing tattoo is completely covered, “it’s not important.” 
“It is to me, I’m the law. It’s my job to protect.” 
You notice he doesn’t finish that statement but don’t say anything, your eyes dropping back to the ground. 
“Who touched you?” His voice drops even lower, this time into his alpha register, the one that makes it hard for you to resist, your omega hindbrain begging to submit to him. 
When you’re still silent, he’s slightly impressed. Most omegas he knows submit as soon as they hear that tone. 
“Don’t make me ask again.” 
“The alphas sitting in the corner booth… one grabbed my ass as I walked by. Told me I should be raising pups, not working.” The words rush out of you even as you try to hold them back, sometimes you hate your designation. 
A growl rumbles low in Gator’s chest as he stalks into the diner. He spots them almost immediately, two alphas and a beta sitting in the back corner booth by the entrance to the kitchen. You follow after him, nervous about what this hot-headed alpha is going to do. 
He slams his hand down on the table, effectively shutting them up. 
“If I ever hear about one of you touching another omega without their permission again. We’re going to have problems. Do you understand me?” He glared, at the three men. 
“Yeah? I don’t see your mark on her pretty little matting gland. So why don’t you mind your own business?” The biggest of the alphas says, straightening up. 
Gator opens his jacket to reveal his badge and rests his free hand on his holster, the alphas pale as they realize who they’re talking to. 
“I said, do you understand me?” He repeats. 
They nod and throw some cash on the table, pushing past him to leave, not even casting you a glance as they make their hasty retreat. 
You look at him, “You didn’t have to do that.” 
He straightens up and turns to look at you, “How about a little gratitude? If anyone else bothers you, you come straight to me.” 
You look at him, and after a long pause you nod, even though it wasn’t a question. 
“Good.” 
He grabs a seat at the counter and looks up at the specials board.  
“Can I get a Coke and a burger? Fries too…” He trails off, realizing he never got your name. 
“Y/N.” You supply, smiling a little as you write his order on the ticket. 
“Y/N. That’s pretty. I’m Gator.” He sits back as you ring in his order and slide his drink across the counter. 
“Gator… like the animal?” You ask, looking at him as if he’s playing a joke on you, and at any minute, he’s going to bust out laughing because you believed him. 
“Yeah, just like that.” He smiles and pulls a business card from his pocket handing it to you. 
You hold it in your hands and inspect it. Sure enough, there in the center, it says ‘Gator Tillman’ Deputy Sheriff. 
You smile and nod, sliding the card into your apron pocket.
“Well, alrighty, Deputy.” 
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After lunch, Gator spends most of his afternoon sitting at the counter talking to you between customers. 
You find yourself rolling your eyes as he makes terrible jokes, mostly at the expense of the other patrons. 
As your shift ends, you clock out and wash your hands, drying them as he watches you. 
“How are you getting home?” Gator asks as he stands, following you outside. 
You kick your feet in the dirt a bit. 
“It’s not that far from here. I just walk.”  
“Let me give you a lift. C’mon.” He turns and heads to his truck without waiting for your answer. 
You freeze, watching as he jumps up into the cab of his truck. 
“C’mon, it’s too late for you to be walking home. Get in.” He doesn’t leave you any room for argument. 
You hesitate a moment longer before walking around and climbing into the passenger seat of his truck. His scent is so much more intense in this confined space. You find yourself a bit dizzy as you buckle yourself in, and hesitantly begin to give him directions to your house. 
Gator considers himself a pretty good officer. After a moment, he glances over and watches your face as you guide him through the turns towards your home. 
“What’s the matter?” He asks, relaxing back into the seat, and sucking on his vape, being careful to blow the sweet-smelling smoke away from you. 
“It’s just,” you anxiously rub at your matting gland, “I’m an unmarked omega taking an alpha to my house…” You trail off, your skin heating in embarrassment. 
He smirks and takes the last turn onto your street. 
“Yea? Well, I mean… you don’t have to be unmarked for long.” He drapes his arm over the back of your seat, and suddenly it feels as if the temperature in the car shot up 20 degrees. 
You let out a small squeaky noise at which Gator laughs. 
“Relax, I’m just kidding. I’m just dropping you off at home. No funny business, I mean… unless…” he looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your thighs. 
You let out an indignant sound, “Gator!” 
He laughs and turns into the driveway of the little 1950s ranch you call home. 
You grab your bag and climb out of the truck, breathing in the fresh air clearing your head. He leans across the center console of his truck watching as you walk up the steps to your door. 
He rolls down the window and hollers after you.
“See you soon!” 
He says it with such sincerity that you shake your head and roll your eyes fondly, looking back at him. 
“Goodbye, Gator!” You wave before slipping into the house, locking the door behind you.
You peek out the front window and watch as he takes his time backing down the driveway and pulling away. 
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That evening, after taking a shower and changing into pajamas, you flit around your kitchen making yourself something to eat while you relax in front of the TV. 
You turn on the sink to fill your glass when you hear a sound coming from the cabinet below. You frown and open the oak-colored door, gasping when you see water spraying from one of the pipes. 
You quickly turn off the sink, but unfortunately, that doesn’t stop the water from spreading across the bottom of the cabinet and out onto the floor. 
“Shit!” You try to block the flow of water with your hands, but it’s no use. 
You panic, not sure what to do, but you know you need help. Then in a moment of clarity, you remember Gator’s card in your apron pocket. You grab your apron off the hook by the door digging in the pocket before snatching your phone off the counter. You call him in a bit of a daze, watching as the puddle on your floor grows. 
“Pick up, pick up!” You mumble under your breath. 
“Hello?” 
His voice is deeper, gruff over the phone. You feel guilty for inconveniencing him, but you really didn’t have anyone else to call. 
“Gator..?” 
“Y/N? What is it? You okay?” You hear some shuffling, on his end of the line. 
“Um… no? My sink is leaking everywhere, and I don’t know what to do. I… I didn’t have anyone else I could call. I’m sorry.” 
He runs his fingers through his hair, a little surprised at your admission. 
“I’ll be right there. Okay?” 
“Okay. Thank you.” You relax a little, knowing that help is coming. 
You hang up and run to the linen closet grabbing out towels, in the meantime. Your ears perk up when you hear a car pulling up outside only a few minutes later. You run to the door and pull it open. Smiling wide when you see Gator’s truck in your drive. 
He puts his truck in park and gets out, grabbing a toolkit from the truck bed before heading to your front door. He looks good in dark wash jeans and a white shirt, his hair soft no longer styled from the day. 
“Thank you again for coming, I don’t know what else I would have done.” 
He hops up your steps and steps into your home and the first thing he notices is your scent. It permeates every inch of your space, fresh greens, mimosa buds, and beechwood wash over him, fruity and floral. 
The second thing he notices stops him dead in his tracks. Your pajamas consist of shorts that show off your legs, something he’s sure to appreciate later, and a tank top. There on your arm, the mark that he’d noticed earlier, is his tattoo plain as day. Etched onto your skin. 
You are his soulmate.
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Summary: Omega reader moves to Stark County, ND after her grandmother dies and she inherits her house. She gets a job at a local diner where she meets charismatic asshole alpha, Deputy Gator Tillman. Will his rough around-the-edge ways push her away before she even knows that he’s her perfect match?
Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, making out, building to smut, eventual smut, 18+ mdni, mentioned unwanted touching, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning).
Word Count: 1.8k
It’s been three days.  
Three days since Gator saw that look of absolute betrayal on your face. He knows that he fucked up. He knows that he should have just told you he was your alpha when he realized, but he wanted you to come to him. To want him. To desire him. The way he desired you. 
He’s sitting outside the diner in his truck, keeping one eye on traffic, according to dispatch, the other eye focusing on the diner looking for any sign of you. He knows he should just go inside and say he’s sorry, and work on earning your forgiveness, but something’s holding him back. 
He groans and leans his head back against the headrest, gently banging it against the worn leather.  
“Why is she so difficult…?” He mutters to himself.
He’s still sitting in the parking lot an hour later, disposable vape drained completely, when your co-worker Julie clocks-out. She walks over to his truck and gently knocks on his window. 
“Deputy Tillman? If you’re waiting for her she’s not here today. She called in. Same as yesterday.” 
He gives the older woman a look, eyebrow raised. 
“I’m just watching for speeders ma’am. Have a nice night.” 
He dismisses her without so much as a second glance as he reaches for his vape only to toss it back on the seat next to him when he remembers it’s empty. As soon as the older woman is out of ear shot he slams his hand against the steering wheel. His mind racing a mile a minute as he figures out his next move. 
He starts his truck and heads for home. Racing around corners and revving his engine.
 Running into the pole barn, he grabs some tools he doesn’t keep in his regular tool bag in the truck bed. He radios dispatch to sign off for the night before he heads back towards town, back to your house. 
He pulls up and parks in front of your neighbor’s lawn, looking over at your house. The only light on in your house is one towards the back. So he’s quiet as he makes his way up your driveway. 
He tries the door on the side of your garage and is pleasantly surprised when he finds it locked. His alpha perks up, ‘good omega. Keeping safe.’
He grabs a metal card from his wallet and slips it between the door and the frame, popping the lock. He slips inside and closes the door behind him. He sets down his tool bag and looks at your little car. 
He spots your key hung on a hook and sighs, “Blossom… you were doing so good, but thank you. That’ll make this easier.” 
He snatches them up and cracks open your big garage door, before attempting to start your car. He listens to how it clicks and nods before popping the hood and getting to work. 
A little while later he tries again and smiles when it starts right up. It needs an oil change as well but he’ll take it into town for that. He doesn’t want to worry about the disposal. He wipes his hands down and locks everything up before walking up to your door. 
It’s pretty late but your light is still on so he doesn’t feel guilty when he knocks. 
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You’ve been lying in bed most of the day. Watching Netflix and forcing yourself to sip from the cup at your bedside. You frown when you hear a knock at your door. You check your phone and there’s no missed calls or messages. 
You get up and slowly cross the house peeking out the window, your heart skipping when you see Gator standing on your porch.
You crack the door to speak to him. 
“Gator… it’s late. What are you doing here?” Your voice is defeated, tired. 
“I fixed your car. Just like I said I would.” 
“You… You fixed my car?” You look at him, and while your omega is begging you to step into his arms to let her be calmed by his alpha, you refuse. 
“Yeah, no more walking to work, or to the station to bring me lunch. It’s all fixed.” He smiles, his alpha purring. 
‘All fixed. Omega is cared for.’ 
You can’t believe it. You look at him, really look at him. Taking in his grease and oil stained shirt and knuckles, and the smile on his face. 
“No Gator. No, it’s not ‘all fixed’. You can’t just come in here and do whatever you want and assume that it’s going to make everything better. It’s not all better. You lied to me. How am I supposed to trust you?” You clench your hands into fists, struggling to get the words out, without becoming emotional. 
He frowns, his hand resting on your door frame as he leans closer into your space. His scent wrapping around you, doing a little to soothe your omega. 
“I didn’t lie-“ he starts, surprised when you cut him off. 
“Well you didn’t tell the truth either.” 
“Omega. C’mon. I fixed your car, what more do you want?” He looks down at you stepping closer, slowly closing the space between the two of you as he edges his way into your house. 
“How about a real apology?” 
“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry? I’m sorry. There okay? All fixed?” He says, his jaw tightening. 
“No, not all fixed. If you think that’s a real apology we have bigger problems.” You say, softly stomping your foot.
He watches you and a small smirk crosses his face. 
“Oh Blossom… you should know better than to behave like that. C’mon now. I said I was sorry.” He leans in closer and you put your hands on his chest to stop him. 
He grabs your wrists and holds them in one of his hands as he steps closer leaning in and kissing along the side of your neck, nipping softly at your scent gland and your omega takes over, whining and whimpering softly for him. 
He smirks softly against your skin, backing you against the wall in your entryway, kicking the door shut behind him. 
“Blossom, let out my little omega. C’mon. Let her out to play.” He mumbles softly against your skin as he leaves open mouthed kissed over your pulse point. 
You moan softly and gently tug against his hold. 
“G-Gator…” you whimper, softly. 
“Nuh uh… who am I?” He smirks, pulling away just a bit to look into your eyes. 
“Alpha.” 
“That’s right, Omega mine. Your Alpha.” 
He leans in and kisses you deeply expecting a bit of hesitation from you but is pleasantly surprised by your willingness to kiss him back. He rests his free hand on your hip and holds you close. 
“My sweet girl… my sweet omega. You're gonna present for me. Gonna let me make you mine?” He smirks against your lips. 
You nod eagerly, “please, need it. Need you.” 
“Good girl. My sweet Blossom. You wanna show me your nest?” He coos, softly. 
It’s like someone dumped ice water on you. You whine softly as you pull away. 
“Not yet… I’m not ready.” You look up at him and bite your lip, nervous at his reaction. 
He gently releases your hands and cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your lip. 
“Thought I told you to stop that. I’m not going to push you any further than you want to go. I’m your Alpha, Blossom. We have all the time in the world.” 
He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. 
Your omega is soothed by his warm embrace, ‘Alpha is here. Do not let him leave again. Make him promise.’
“Gator?” You peer up at him, staring into his hazel eyes, pleading for honesty. 
“Yes, Blossom?” He murmurs softly, looking into your eyes matching your intensity. 
“I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I want you to stay.” You gently wrap your arms around his waist. 
He chuckles softly and pulls you closer resting his chin on top of your head. 
“Blossom. I’m not going anywhere.”  
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The next few weeks go by smoothly. Gator comes to visit you at work. Flirting with you shamelessly over the counter in an effort to get a rise out of you. Smirking like the cat who got the cream when he does. 
One night you’re locking up the diner when you feel someone sneaking up behind you. You tense and whip around ready to claw at their face, but Gator easily catches your hands and pulls you into his embrace, smelling like palo santo, sage and that damn strawberry-kiwi vape. 
“Easy tiger. It’s me.” He chuckles, holding you tight. 
You gently hit his chest.
“Gator! You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that!” You pout.
That just makes him laugh harder, and drop kisses all over your face before kissing you deeply, nipping your lower lip a little more aggressively than he dared previously. 
“But it’s so cute when you think you can attack me, Blossom.” 
You whine softly against his lips, your center forming more slick than usual at his antics. 
“You like that, Omega? Hmm?” 
His massive, warm hands, are seemingly everywhere, one running down your side to settle on your hip. The other on the side of your neck, his fingers, curling up around the base of your skull to support your head as he kisses you again. 
You nod and arch into his chest, your fingers hooking into his vest and gently tugging. 
“I don’t like this… take it off.” You mumble against his lips, before softly trailing kisses down his chin and along his jaw. 
He laughs again, and that only makes you angry so you tug harder against the straps, your mind becoming a bit cloudy. 
“Blossom, I honestly don’t mind but we’re still in the parking lot. You really want me to strip here?” He smirks, starting to work on the buckles for you. 
“Don’t care.  Need them off. Need you. Too hot. Can’t think.” 
You help him pull on the final buckle so you can worm your way into his vest wrapping yourself in his scent and warmth. Groaning at the sensation. 
“Alpha… Need you.” You moan, slick positively dripping down your thighs. 
Gator inhales deeply and grows lowly when he smells it. 
He drags you back towards his truck pushing you into the passenger seat and buckling you in before running around to the driver side and getting in, putting the truck in drive and heading back towards your home. 
“Omega… Blossom,” His voice is tight, almost pained, “You’re in heat. I need to know what you want.” 
You whine and spread your legs reaching for his hand pulling it towards your thigh. 
“Want you Alpha. Want you in every way. Want your cock, your knot, your mark. Please.” 
Gator grips your thigh tight and tries his best to focus on the road. 
“You’ll be mine Omega. You always were.”
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A/N: Stick around for this next one. It's gonna be juicy.
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The Ink That Binds Us - Chapter 2
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Summary: Gator knows something you don't. Now the only question is what will he do with this information?
Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, eventual smut, 18+ mdni, mentioned unwanted touching, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning).
Word Count: 3k
A/N: Thank you to @babyjakes for making me custom dividers even though you know nothing about Fargo, and nothing about Gator. You're the best. ILY!
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You are his soulmate.
His mouth is dry as he stares at his tattoo on your skin. He clears his throat and looks back at your face breathing a sigh of relief when you don’t seem to have noticed his look of realization.
“Please, Gator. I didn’t know what to do.”
You lead him into the kitchen and his eyes get a little wide when he sees the water on the floor. He picks up a trace of distress in your scent as you take in the scene in front of you.
“Okay, okay baby. We’ll fix it. Don’cha worry your pretty little head.” The term of endearment rolls off his tongue almost without permission.
He grabs his tools, pushes his sleeves up his forearms, and immediately lays down sliding under the sink and cutting off the main water supply. He asks for a bucket to drain your sink trap before he replaces the plumber's tape and tightens the connectors with a wrench.
You can’t help but watch as his muscles flex through his long-sleeved shirt. You feel something in the pit of your stomach. ‘Alpha is caring for us’ your omega hindbrain says, but you push that thought down, back where it came from.
He grabs one of the towels and dries himself off and smiles dumping the bucket to make sure it doesn’t leak before turning the water supply back on.
“There you go. All fixed.” He stands and pushes his hair back out of his face.
Watching as you immediately bend over and start cleaning up, giving him an amazing view of your ass as you collect the wet towels from the floor.
“What do I owe you?” You ask, straightening up and balancing the laundry basket on your hip.
Gator steps closer to you, reveling in your scent now that your blockers are wearing off. His large hand reaches out and gently settles on your hip.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
His palm is warm through your clothes, your cheeks, and even the tips of your ears heat at his suggestion.
You step back out of his range and his hand falls back to his side as he watches your face intently.
“Are you hungry? I made dinner.” You anxiously run your hand over your hair, smoothing it down, avoiding his intense gaze.
He smirks as his alpha preens.
“Dinner sounds lovely, little omega.”
You quickly reheat the chicken and veggies you had made for yourself and serve him first, something else that makes his alpha glow with pride.
‘Good omega, she will be a good little wife, caring for us, and our pups.’ Gator smiles crookedly as his inner alpha purrs, and you set the plate in front of him. He digs in immediately, moaning at the taste.
“This is amazing. You made this?” He says, around a mouthful of food.
You grimace a little at his manners before nodding.
“My grandmother taught me to cook when I was young. I’ve always loved it.”
You sit across from him and start to eat your dinner, watching as he devours his.
“Hungry, Gator?”
He laughs.
“I don’t often get home-cooked meals. I eat at the diner more than anywhere else. And my dad’s omega, Karen? Well… let’s just say he didn’t mate her because she can cook.”
That gives you pause.
“Your dad’s omega..?” You ask cautiously.
“Yeah?”
He looks at you as he finishes up his dinner and reaches into his pocket pulling out his vape. He inhales deeply before slowly letting out a long exhale of sweet-smelling smoke.
“She’s not your mom?”
“No.”
He offers no more information so you don’t press him. Instead, you stand and immediately start to clean up the kitchen, as Gator watches.
Once you’re finished he stands and you turn to face him.
“I have to work early tomorrow…” you say, gently rocking on the balls of your feet.
He nods and grabs his tool bag off the floor, you can’t help but focus on his hands as they grip the handle.
He smiles, catching your gaze on him.
“See something you like?”
Your gaze snaps up to his honey-colored eyes, crinkled up in a smile.
“No... I mean, yes… I mean…” you make a soft noise that has Gator swelling with pride.
He walks towards the door and pauses in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
“Thank you again,” You smile up at him “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
He leans in closer, inhaling your sweet floral scent, “Anything for you, Blossom.”
You gasp softly at the intimacy of the pet name.
He lets out a soft chuckle before softly patting the doorframe and stepping out onto the porch.
You wait until he climbs into his truck before you shut and lock the door, leaning back against it and closing your eyes. What is this alpha doing to you?
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The next morning, you stretch out in your nest, humming as your joints pop and crack. You get up and get ready for work before, you head down to the kitchen and quickly pack up the leftovers from last night.
You head to work, and there’s an extra little bounce in your step as you take orders and fill coffee cups.
As soon as your morning shift is over you start your trek over to the sheriff’s office. You skip up the steps letting yourself in and stopping at the reception desk.
“I’m looking for-“
Suddenly you feel a little embarrassed by your actions, but there’s no backing out now. Especially not with the look the receptionist is giving you.
“I’m looking for Deputy Tillman.”
She nods and points you in the right direction, “third door on the left. Just before the end of the hall.”
You head down hall in the direction you’d been told, stopping in front of the door with his name on the glass. You stop and knock on the door before taking a step back.
“What do you want?” You hear his voice snap before the door is flung open and you jump back clutching the lunch you had packed to your chest.
“Blossom? What are you doing here? Is everything alright?” He looks you up and down and checks you for injuries before looking down the hall and pulling you into his office.
You tense up under his touch, still clinging to the lunch bag.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. I just… I brought you lunch.”
You glance down at the offering now feeling foolish.
He stops and looks down at the lunchbox in your hands.
“That’s for me?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow up as his inner alpha begins to preen. ‘Our omega is caring for us. Good little wife.’
You nod and thrust your hands out to him, his finger hooking under your chin to lift your gaze to meet his.
“You didn’t have to do this for me, Blossom.”
“I know, I wanted to,” Your voice comes out softer than you’d intended, “I liked cooking for you.”
“Yea Omega? You liked cooking for me?” Gator smirks and steps into your space taking the lunch box from your hands, “You’ll make such a good little wife someday, hmm?”
His thumb gently grips your chin as he slowly leans in, your breath hitching in your throat.
“Gator..?” You look into his eyes searching for something.
He slowly seals his lips over yours, his soft lips stealing your breath as your heart beats wildly in your chest. He smirks softly against your lips wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him, as he releases your chin and his hand moves to cradle your jaw and the back of your head.
When you break the kiss Gator rests his forehead against yours, looking at you, watching your face for your reaction.
You breathe heavily, your eyes closed as you revel in his scent.
“I can hear your heart beating, little omega…” he whispers into the space between you.
You smile softly and open your eyes looking up at him.
“I… I’ve never… I’m waiting for my alpha.” You whisper back.
He captures your lips again, groaning against your lips at the idea that he’s the first and only alpha to have ever held you like this.
You melt into him, slick beginning to drip from your center. You pull yourself away and gasp, looking up at him, no one has ever had this kind of effect on you.
“Gator…” you pant, your hands clutching into fists at your sides as you try to calm yourself.
He smirks and kisses your forehead gently, knowing he has to play his cards just right.
“Thank you, Blossom. Lunch is perfect.”
You chirp softly at his praise, and he smiles pulling you back closer to his desk. He sits in his chair pulling out the food you’d brought for him.
“Looks delicious.”
He digs in and you jump up, sitting on his desk, telling him all about your morning, not even realizing his free hand is holding on to your calf, softly squeezing.
He finishes eating, and you immediately gather your Tupperware and repack the bag. There’s a loud bang on the door before it’s being thrown open.
You jump as Sheriff Roy storms into the office.
“You forget you’re at work son? I’ve been calling you for 20 minutes.”
“Sorry, I was eating.”
Gator stands up, and helps you off his desk his arm protectively around you, as you shrink in on yourself a bit.
“Who’s this? You don’t have time for distractions. There’s work to be done.” Roy says, his hand resting on his holster.
Gator feels you tense up against him and has to hold back the growl from his inner alpha. The urge to protect you bubbling up from within.
“This is Y/N. She brought me lunch after I fixed the sink at her place last night. Just a little thank you.”
“Well aren’t you a good little omega.” Roy says, as he looks you up and down.
Gator gently lifts your chin and looks at you, “Let me walk you out okay, Blossom?”
You nod and hold onto the lunch bag tightly, keeping tight to Gator as he walks you past Roy walking towards his office door.
“Nice to see you again, Sheriff.” You glance up at Roy as you pass him, before looking back down as Gator escorts you to the front of the station.
“Did you walk here?” He looks around for an unfamiliar car, frowning at you when he doesn’t see one.
You nod and gently kick a little pebble on the ground with the toe of your shoe, knowing he’s going to be upset after he had insisted on driving you home the night before.
“Blossom. You need to be careful. Call me, and I’ll come get you. Okay? Don’t you have a car?” He softly rubs his hand over your arm, right where his tattoo marks your skin.
You chew your lip and he grabs your chin. He rolls his thumb over your plush lower lip pulling it from between your teeth.
“Don’t do that.”
“I’m sorry…” you look up at him and he smiles.
“Good omega.” His alpha preens at how obedient you are.
“I do have a car but, it’s broken and I don’t know what’s wrong with it.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.
“My sweet little omega. That’s all you had to say. I’ll swing by after work and take a look. Okay?”
He leans in to capture your lips once again, only to be thwarted by the booming voice of his father coming down the steps behind him.
“Gator! Let’s go! We got a call.” Roy doesn’t wait for his son as he swings up into his truck.
Gator presses a quick kiss to your unsuspecting lips before turning and running back to his father’s Bronco. He hops into the passenger seat and they peel out of the parking lot. After the dust and gravel settle, you turn and begin your trek home.
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“She’s a pretty omega son. Isn’t she from the diner?” Roy glances at his son as turns the truck down a dirt road.
Gator looks over at his father a little perplexed by the question, Roy’d never really taken an interest in anyone Gator’s gone out with.
“Yeah, she’s a waitress.” Gator tucks some dip into his lip before tucking the canister back into his pocket.
“You know son, we could find you a nice girl at the church. You don’t have to go slumming around with some random omega from who knows where.” Roy says, staring at the road in front of him.
“She’s not just some random omega. She’s mine. She’s got my tattoo…” Gator works hard to control the anger rising up in him, looking at his father as he pieces together that information.
“She’s your soulmate? How long have you known?” Roy says as he takes another turn.
“Found out last night when I went over to fix her sink. I saw the tattoo and I knew.”
“And she’s not wearing your mark on her neck this morning, why?” Roy looks at his son, a frown etched into his features.
“It wasn’t the right time. She’s a little timid, I’m not trying to scare her off. I want her to come to me. To want me.” He smirks, adjusting the cap on his head.
Roy lets out a humorless chuckle before knocking the cap off his son’s head.
“You’re an alpha. Act like it. You take what is yours. She should be wearing your mark and she and Karen should be together planning a bonding ceremony. None of this pansy shit.” Roy parks the truck and looks at his son.
Gator opens his mouth to say something in his defense but his father cuts him off.
“Let’s get this done, so you can go and actually make me proud.”
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You’re waiting in the living room, dinner keeping warm in the oven when you hear a truck pull up outside. You feel butterflies fluttering in your belly in a way you’ve never felt before as you skip over to your front door. You wait for Gator to knock, not wanting to appear too eager.
As soon as his knuckles rap on your door you’re pulling it open, but the sight of him makes your heart feel like ice and sink into the pit of your stomach.
Gator is sporting a fresh black eye. His lower lip, the one that had been pressed to yours only hours earlier, is now swollen and split.
Worse he’s holding his arm protectively to his chest. You know it’s injured as well.
“Oh my goodness! Gator… what happened?” You very carefully grab his uninjured hand and pull him into your home closing the door behind him.
“Perp got the jump on me…”
You lead him to the bathroom and get him seated on the edge of the tub.
“Let me get you cleaned up.” You say, your voice is soft, trying to hide how shaken you feel.
You grab your first-aid kit from under the sink and get to work. Wetting some gauze to clean his lip and chin working as gently as you can. You pop an ice pack and wrap it in a towel for him to hold against his swollen eye. Your hands work diligently as you care for him.
Gator isn’t used to soft hands. His wounded pride at letting you see him like this eased some by your patient treatment of him. His alpha, tucked away at the back of his mind perks a little as he’s once again surrounded by your scent. ‘Our omega cares.’
He isn’t thinking clearly as you gently remove his jacket, to get a better look at his injured shoulder.
The last thing you expect to see is your same tattoo emblazoned, plain as day in the same spot on Gator’s right bicep.
You freeze you thought your heart had sunk earlier when you’d first seen him on your doorstep, but that’s nothing compared to what you’re feeling right now.
“What’s that..?” Your eyes are locked onto the tattoo, and that’s when Gator snaps out of it.
“Oh shit! Blossom. About that. I was going to tell you-“
“So you did know. You knew, and you didn’t tell me. You just thought it was funny to play around with my feelings?” You whisper, tears forming along your lash line.
“No! No, I swear.” His voice is stronger, pleading for you to listen to him, to understand.
He drops the ice pack and reaches for you, but you step back out of his reach.
“Get out of my house.”
“Blossom you can’t be serious. I was going to tell you. I-“
“I said, Get out of my house.” Your voice is stronger the second time you say it.
Gator looks at you and snatches his coat up.
“Fine! Who needs an omega like you anyways?”
He storms out of the house, slamming the door behind him, hard enough to make the glass in the window panes rattle.
You look down at the blood-soaked gauze on the floor before sinking down and hugging your knees, surrounded by the crimson-colored squares.
He lied. Your alpha not only had marked your body with the most hideous image you could imagine, but then once he had known about you, he lied.
“What did I do wrong? I try to be a good omega. It’s just not enough.” You look up at the ceiling, your head resting against the wall as you ask the universe.
“Why? Why? Why?”
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A/N: I promise this isn't the end for these two. I've got big things coming.
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The Ink That Binds Us - Chapter 4
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Summary: Your Alpha Gator was just going to pick you up from work, but what he didn't expect was to find his Omega in heat. He's going to take care of you and he's going to make sure you know, you're his. Forever.
Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, smut, 18+ mdni, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning). p in v, creampie, fingering, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink, semi-public sex, knotting, mating (biting), use of pet names.
Word Count: 3.4k
A/N: It's here! This picks up right were the last chapter ended and is the longest chapter yet. It’s also the most explicit thing I've ever written so please be kind to me. I hope you all enjoy!
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Gator focuses on the road while his hand squeezes your thigh.
“Touch yourself for me, Omega. I can smell your slick. Not even your scent blockers stand a chance. Spread that slick over your cute little clit for me, Blossom.” His voice has dropped into his alpha register you don’t stand a chance to resist.
Your cheeks and even the tips of your ears warm at his words. You spread your legs further at his command and dip your fingers under your skirt pushing your panties to the side, lightly teasing your swollen clit. The wanton moan that falls from your lips startles you, you’re not normally so vocal when you get yourself off.
Gator glances over and flips up the skirt of your uniform, groaning softly as he watches you.
“Fuck… does that feel good, Blossom? I can’t wait to get my hands on you.” He smirks, returning his eyes to the road as he slides his hand up your thigh.
He bats your hand out of the way as he tugs your panties down your thighs roughly, you lift your hips to help him. Before you know it he has two fingers circling your clit.
You gasp and grab onto his wrist, trying to close your thighs around his hand. He pulls away long enough to wrench them apart and slap your inner thigh.
“Keep them open. You will not deny me what’s mine, Omega.” He snarls.
You nod quickly as slick gushes from you.
“Y-yes, Alpha.”
“Good girl.” He smiles, as he returns to running his fingers over your clit.
You arch your back off the seat as you feel that familiar heat building in your lower belly.
You gasp softly as your eyes roll back, “Alpha, please! I’m so close!”
Gator only smirks and slides his thick middle and ring fingers into your dripping entrance helping to stretch you open for what’s to come when you reach your nest. You roll your hips eagerly against the heel of his hand grinding your swollen, sensitive clit against his rough skin, quickly approaching your high.
Gator pulls into your driveway and parks the truck turning all his attention to you, curling his fingers, as he fucks them into you. The squelching of your slick fills his ears as he leans in and kisses along your neck.
“Fuck… I can’t wait to have you underneath me. To mark you… to fucking breed you. Everyone is going to know you’re mine, Omega. Now be a good girl and cum for me.” He mumbles, against your flushed skin.
You gasp at his words, cumming as he says it, your walls clenching down around his fingers as you moan his name. One hand clinging to the leather of the seat the other flying into his hair as you tangle your fingers into his dark locks and tug against the roots, gasping out his name, chanting it like a prayer as fireworks cloud your vision.
Slowly you return to yourself, breathing heavily, as Gator presses soft kisses everywhere he can reach whispering soft praises to you.
“Good girl, good Omega. Fuck… you’re so beautiful.”
You pull back just far enough to look into his lust-blown pupils and smile softly before kissing him deeply, tasting something tangy and musky on his lips. You realize you’re tasting your slick on him, while you were out of it he must have sucked his fingers clean. The mental image has you moaning softly and he takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth.
Once he’s thoroughly dominated your mouth he pulls away. His hand cradling the back of your head.
“C’mon my pretty Omega. Let’s go inside.”
He gets out and runs around the truck to help you out as you quickly fix your panties and skirt, glancing around to make sure none of your neighbors are outside.
Gator snatches your keys out of your hands and opens the door.
“Go to your room and get ready for me, Blossom. I’m just gonna grab some supplies real quick.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and slaps your ass, causing you to let out a cute little squeak, as you turn and run off down the hall while he makes his way to the kitchen.
He grabs some water bottles and some premade snacks from your pantry, before toeing off his boots in the hall and making his way towards you and your nest.
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You quickly shed your uniform dropping it in your hamper as you look around your room. You glance at your nest and wonder if Gator will like it.
‘Alpha will love it.’ Your Omega purrs, ‘Alpha wants us, wants our nest, our babies. It’s perfect.’
You quickly grab the little stuffed Moose you’ve had since childhood and hide him in your closet, before turning when you hear the door open.
Gator looks at you, standing at the foot of your bed, in nothing but your cute, white bra and panties with the little pink bow looking like a deer caught in the headlights of his truck, he’s never been harder in his life.
He sets everything down on your nightstand before stalking over to you. Shrugging off his vest in the process.
Gator settles his hands on your hips and ducks his head to lavish kisses along your neck. Stopping to suck a mark into your scent gland, making your knees weak.
You let out a soft breathy moan at his actions, “A-Alpha.”
He smirks against your skin, before softly pulling off, with a wet pop.
“Just showing you where I’m going to leave my mark, Omega mine. Where I’m going to bind you to me forever.” He grins, pulling you flush against him so you can feel his desire against your lower belly.
You bite your lip, looking up at him and he growls lowly leaning in and kissing you hard, sucking on your lower lip before nipping it roughly, causing you to whimper.
“If anyone's gonna bite that lip it’s gonna be me, little Omega, got it?”
You nod, as he backs you up, your knees catching on the end of your bed. He lays you back into your nest and helps you get comfortable as he climbs on top of you.
“Look at you, look at this nest… so perfect. So perfect for me.”
He reaches back and pulls his shirt off one-handed, he moves to toss it off the bed but you snatch it from him and roll slightly to your side tucking it into your nest and smiling when it’s just right. You lay back under him and Gator is watching you with a look you’ve never seen on his face before.
Gator’s heart swells as you tuck his scent-filled shirt right next to where your head will lay in the nest. A sign of love and affection he’s never had before, he leans in and kisses you pressing you deeply into the mattress as he rolls his hips into yours, drawing soft whines of pleasure as his clothed cock, ruts against your core.
“Alpha, please! Need more!” You beg, digging your nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in the muscles there.
“My greedy little Omega, I’ll give you more, just relax baby. We have all the time in the world.”
He begins trailing kisses along your jaw and down the other side of your neck. He presses one into the hallow of your throat and traces your collarbones with the tip of his tongue, as your breathing becomes labored and your chest heaves under him.
He reaches under you and unhooks your bra, groaning in delight when he takes in the sight of your bare chest before him.
“Fuck… all this for me?” He tosses your bra aside and leans in kissing the top of your breast gently, cupping the other in his massive warm hand. He slowly kisses his way lower until he takes your pert nipple into his mouth, you arch your back at the feeling, moaning as he gives you more of what you want.
“Yes! Thank you, Alpha.”
That makes him smile against you and he rewards you by softly sucking the nipple currently in his mouth, rolling the other expertly between his callused fingers, before pulling off with a wet pop and pressing a soft kiss in the valley of your breasts and giving the same attention to the other side.
You’re a whimpering mess under him, rolling your hips up against him, your panties positively ruined with your slick as you beg for more. He pulls off and looks at you his pupils blown wide with lust.
“Present for me, Omega. Show me how good you can be.” His voice is husky, as he presses back onto his knees to allow you to move.
You roll to your belly, but Gator’s impatient. He grabs your hips and lifts them up, pressing a hand between your shoulder blades forcing your back into a deep arch as he grinds into you from behind a low moan leaving his lips.
“Good girl. Good, Omega.”
His free hand runs over the round curve of your ass before he grabs a handful, causing you to moan into your pillow.
His hand on your upper back slowly trails down your spine before he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them down revealing your glistening pussy. He groans at the sight.
“Fuck me… how did I get so goddamn lucky?” He presses a tender kiss to the swell of your ass before leaning in and licking a fat stripe from your clit to your dripping entrance.
You gasp and rock yourself back against his tongue, Gator laughs against you before spanking you, the slap resounding around the room and shocking you slightly.
“Be good and take what I give you.”
You nod into the pillow, fisting the sheets as he roughly sucks on your aching clit, your slick soaking him.
Gator continues to suck on your clit flicking his tongue over the swollen bud, as he slides two fingers into your entrance, searching for the spot he knows will make you sing for him.
“Alpha!” You pant when he does find it, his long fingers massaging over that spot that you can never seem to reach on your own.
He moans against you as you tighten around his fingers.
“There it is, huh Omega?” He asks with a cocky rasp as he pulls off your clit with a slick pop. He knows that he’s found it, he can tell by the way your walls are doing their best to pull him back in.
You nod and whimper, “Please… please don’t stop!”
Gator can barely contain the pride in his tone, “I wouldn’t dream of it, Omega mine. Give it to me. C’mon now. Be my good girl.”
He continues fucking his fingers into you, your slick dripping halfway to his wrist as the familiar coil tightens in your belly once more.
“Alpha, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-!”
You don’t even get the chance to finish your sentence as the damn breaks and the second orgasm of your heat washes over you. Your back arches further, your body presenting itself completely to Gator. He works you through it, moaning as your walls squeeze tight around his fingers.
“Fuck… if you’re this tight around my fingers I can only imagine how heavenly you’re going to feel on my knot.” He praises you as he carefully slips them from you wiping them off on your nest. Embedding the fabrics with the scent of your heat.
He flips you over onto your back. Your lax body offers no resistance. He smirks as he leans in and captures your lips. You taste your musky essence on his lips and tongue and it makes you only want him more.
You reach down and tug on his belt weakly, still recovering from your last orgasm.
Gator chuckles quietly against your lips, before pulling away and sitting up on his knees his hands coming down to his belt. He quickly pulls it off before thumbing open the button of his cargo pants.
“Fuck, Blossom. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my goddamn life.”
You mewl softly at the sound of his zipper, running your hand down his chest and gently scraping your nails through his happy trail gasping as he reveals his cock to you.
He wraps his hand around his massive cock as he kicks off his pants. It curves up towards his belly and is dusky with a fat mushroom tip. He jerks himself softly as he climbs back over you. His eyes glued to your face.
“Like what you see, ‘mega?” He says, the smirk evident in his voice.
“Big…” Your brain is reduced to single syllables as he teases the head of his cock through your folds, the tip catching at your entrance.
Gator kisses you deeply as he slowly presses into you, inch by glorious inch.
You feel almost delirious as he stretches you open. You’ve never felt so full. Every ridge, and vein of his velvet shaft bring you more pleasure than you ever thought possible.
You’re not even able to kiss him back properly as you pant softly into his mouth. Gator braces his arms on either side of your head resting his forehead against yours.
“Oh little one… you’re squeezing me so good. Fuck… choking my cock with this tight little pussy.”
He gives an experimental thrust of his hips, and it has you keening, your back arching up off the bed as he intertwines your fingers and holds your hands down above your head. You wrap your legs around his hips pulling him closer, silently urging him to fuck into you deeper.
“You look so pretty on my cock, Blossom. I want to keep you here, just like this, for the rest of my life.”
He leans in and kisses along the side of your neck, leaving a trail of dark purple marks, possessive as he makes his way to your mating gland. He sucks a dark mark there, before baring his teeth and pressing down ever so slightly, making you gasp, hips bucking at the sudden pressure.
“This pussy was made just for that, wasn’t it? Made just for me.” He murmurs, softly against your slick skin.
You nod, completely cock drunk, Gator laughs a little darkly.
“Oh, my sweet little, Blossom. You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you? You’re completely out of your mind with pleasure. Fuck… that’s my good girl.”
He rolls his hips faster, letting go of one of your hands to reach between the two of you to rub quick little circles over your swollen, aching clit.
It almost feels like too much but in the very best way possible. You moan, and your eyes begin to roll back but you’re brought back when Gator lets your other hand free and grabs your chin.
“No, Omega. Eyes on me. I want to see you. I want you to look at me when you cum. I want to see the look on your face when I fill you up and knot you. When I make you mine forever.”
You gasp out a soft, “Yes, Alpha.”
Then the damn breaks.
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer into you, digging your heels into his lower back, as your walls contract around him, milking his cock. Your soft, breathy moans fill the space between you.
“Alpha, please! Please give me your knot. I’ve been so good. Please!” You gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders, leaving red trails in their path. You arch your back pressing your chest into his, as your moans grow louder, and your vision tunnels slightly, all you can focus on is Gator and how he feels in and around you.
Gator growls lowly, fucking into you harder, the base of his cock swelling as he chases his own release.
“No need to beg, baby. I’m going to give it to you, Omega. I already promised it to you. I’m going knot you and give you all my cum,” he feels your pussy flutter at those words, “Would you like that? Yeah? Do you want my cum? You want my knot? Want me to breed you? To knock you up? To show everyone what a good little omega you are for me?”
His knot catches at your entrance, and he forces it in, grinding into you, prolonging your high as his crashes over him. He leans in and bites down hard on your mating gland, bonding you to him, body and soul. Forever.
You feel the bond snap into place almost immediately. There’s a sense of connection that’s almost overwhelming. The pleasure he feels rising in you, pushing you even higher. causing your pussy to squeeze tighter around his knot, as he floods you. There’s a sense of protection, and in the background a tinge of fear that you push away to worry about later.
Gator closes his eyes and rests his head in the crook of your neck as he spills into you. His knot locked firmly in place. He can sense your pleasure, but he’s also overcome with just how peaceful you feel.
Gator carefully flips you both over, hushing you when you whine as his knot tugs at your overstimulated pussy. He softly traces your spine as you nuzzle into his chest while you both wait for his knot to go down.
You listen to his heart beating for a long moment before you rest your chin on his so you can look up at his face.
“So… you brought snacks?” You glance over at the nightstand.
He looks at you as he sucks on his vape, laughing as he blows the sweet-smelling smoke towards the ceiling.
“You really are something. I fucked your brains out, and now you want a snack?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Well I didn’t get a chance to eat at work and we worked up an appetite, so..?” You gently play with the chain around his neck.
He reaches over and grabs the granola bar opening it up and breaking off a piece, before holding it to your lips. Your eyes widen slightly at the gesture before you take it and chew the sweet morsel slowly.
“Thank you, Alpha.”
Once he’s able to slip free Gator makes sure you both hydrate before he cleans you up with a warm washcloth. You hiss as he runs it between your legs.
“I know but you’ll thank me in the morning.”
He pushes you back into the nest and tosses the rag into the hamper before joining you. He wraps his arms around you tucking your head under his chin.
“Rest now, Little Omega. Otherwise, your heat will exhaust you.” He lifts your chin and kisses you softly, before tracing little patterns on your skin to lull you into a soft slumber.
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Two days later you emerge from your bedroom. Thoroughly fucked and happier than you’ve ever been.
You walk down the hall to the kitchen wearing nothing but Gators undershirt, as you begin to make breakfast. You’re frying up bacon, and biscuits are baking in the oven when there’s a knock on the door.
You assume it’s just the mailman dropping off a package so you run and open the door expecting to be able to just quickly grab whatever they left on your step without anyone seeing you.
What you don’t expect when you open the door is the county sheriff. You yelp and hide yourself behind the door your cheeks flaming red.
“You always answer the door in that state?” He asks, his voice deep and powerful, rolling over you.
“N-No, sir.” Your voice is so soft you almost don’t recognize it.
“Go get my boy.”
No please, no thank you. You scurry off down the hall. This was not how you had planned to start your life of mated bliss.
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Here are all my Gator works, listed alphabetically, including brief summaries and warnings when warranted.
MASTERLIST | NAVIGATION
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The Ink That Binds Us - Alpha!Gator Tillman x Omega!Reader - Omega reader moves to Stark County, ND after her grandmother dies and she inherits her house. She gets a job at a local diner where she meets charismatic asshole alpha, Deputy Gator Tillman. Will his rough around-the-edge ways push her away before she even knows that he’s her perfect match? (13,100 Words) [running total] Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, smut, 18+ mdni, mentioned unwanted touching, mentioned injuries (nothing graphic), soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning), soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning). p in v, creampie, fingering, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink, semi-public sex, knotting, mating (biting), use of pet names, infertility.
Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5
You're My Boy - Dad!Gator Tillman x Reader - Gator coaches his son’s first pee wee football game and teaches him what it really means to belong (600 Words). Warnings: Very brief mention of Gator’s past abuse, Gator Tillman (He’s his own warning).
A/N: This is for @stveharringtn because we both believe there should be way more dad!Gator fics.
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Hello! Most of my works are sfw unless otherwise noted but because I’m an adult mdni 18+ only! Below the cut you will find my masterlist for Marvel, Stranger Things, & Fargo. I’m open for requests or just general asks 🥰 thank you for visiting my blog!
Bucky Barnes
In the Rain - 40s!Bucky x Reader 4 + 1 - 4 times you enjoy the rain and the 1 time it ruins you. (750 Words)
Steve Rogers
Here for You - Steve Rogers x Reader - Hurt/ComfortAfter weeks away on a long mission Steve comes home to find you feeling the big sad and does his best to let you know how much he cares. (400 Words) Warnings: Depression, Depression Messes
Natasha Romanoff
Chronically in Love with You - Natasha x ChronicallyIll!Reader - Natasha comforts her chronically ill partner. (550 Words)
What You Deserve - Follow up to Chronically in Love with You - Reader tries to leave, feeling that Natasha deserves better than her. (1,300 Words)
Loki Laufeyson
Love is a Dagger - Loki x Reader - Smut - Loki confronts the reader after a misunderstanding on the training field, angry sex ensues with a bit of knife kink. (815 Words)
Warnings: Smut, Knife Kink.
Sam Wilson
You Are Not Alone - Sam x Reader - Hurt/Comfort Drabble - Sam comforts the reader after a bad day. (350 Words)
Promise? Promise - Sam x Reader - Sam comforts Reader who's having a panic attack. (650 Words)
Eddie Munson
Sanctuary - Eddie Munson x Reader - Angst - Eddie helps Reader let out some pent-up feelings, but good things don't always last. (700 Words)
Marshmellow - Eddie Munson x Reader - Fluff - After meeting at Scoops Ahoy, Eddie takes you to see a horror movie. You're not scared, right? (1,100 Words)
Scared of the Dark - Eddie Munson x Marshmallow!Reader - Smut - Reader is scared of the dark so Eddie invites her to spend the night with him so she doesn’t have to spend the night home alone after the power goes out and one thing leads to another. (1,400 Words)
Warnings: light smut (dry humping, groping), weed mention
You Belong With Me - Eddie Munson x Reader - Hurt/Comfort - Eddie’s got what he always dreamed of, he is passing his classes, Hellfire is going great, Corroded Coffin is sounding better than ever, Chrissy Cunningham is his girlfriend, and his best friend Y/N is right by his side. Inspired by Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me where Eddie overlooks his best friend who is completely in love with him... or does he? (1,400 Words)
Gator Tillman
The Ink That Binds Us - Alpha!Gator Tillman x Omega!Reader - Omega reader moves to Stark County, ND after her grandmother dies and she inherits her house. She gets a job at a local diner where she meets charismatic asshole alpha, Deputy Gator Tillman. Will his rough around-the-edge ways push her away before she even knows that he’s her perfect match? (5,400 Words) [running total]
Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, eventual smut, 18+ mdni, mentioned unwanted touching, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning)
Ch 1, Ch 2
aww, avengers - kid fic collection
Writing event with @comfortcap 6 blurbs featuring your favorite Avengers as parents.
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bloodibambiidoll ¡ 1 year ago
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UGH I AM SO SO SO OBSESSED WITH THIS!!! Him sneaking in and fixing her car?🥺 his dumb ass apology?🥺🙄 he’s so dumb I love him. The end!!!???!!!🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵
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Summary: Omega reader moves to Stark County, ND after her grandmother dies and she inherits her house. She gets a job at a local diner where she meets charismatic asshole alpha, Deputy Gator Tillman. Will his rough around-the-edge ways push her away before she even knows that he’s her perfect match?
Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, making out, building to smut, eventual smut, 18+ mdni, mentioned unwanted touching, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning).
Word Count: 1.8k
It’s been three days.  
Three days since Gator saw that look of absolute betrayal on your face. He knows that he fucked up. He knows that he should have just told you he was your alpha when he realized, but he wanted you to come to him. To want him. To desire him. The way he desired you. 
He’s sitting outside the diner in his truck, keeping one eye on traffic, according to dispatch, the other eye focusing on the diner looking for any sign of you. He knows he should just go inside and say he’s sorry, and work on earning your forgiveness, but something’s holding him back. 
He groans and leans his head back against the headrest, gently banging it against the worn leather.  
“Why is she so difficult…?” He mutters to himself.
He’s still sitting in the parking lot an hour later, disposable vape drained completely, when your co-worker Julie clocks-out. She walks over to his truck and gently knocks on his window. 
“Deputy Tillman? If you’re waiting for her she’s not here today. She called in. Same as yesterday.” 
He gives the older woman a look, eyebrow raised. 
“I’m just watching for speeders ma’am. Have a nice night.” 
He dismisses her without so much as a second glance as he reaches for his vape only to toss it back on the seat next to him when he remembers it’s empty. As soon as the older woman is out of ear shot he slams his hand against the steering wheel. His mind racing a mile a minute as he figures out his next move. 
He starts his truck and heads for home. Racing around corners and revving his engine.
 Running into the pole barn, he grabs some tools he doesn’t keep in his regular tool bag in the truck bed. He radios dispatch to sign off for the night before he heads back towards town, back to your house. 
He pulls up and parks in front of your neighbor’s lawn, looking over at your house. The only light on in your house is one towards the back. So he’s quiet as he makes his way up your driveway. 
He tries the door on the side of your garage and is pleasantly surprised when he finds it locked. His alpha perks up, ‘good omega. Keeping safe.’
He grabs a metal card from his wallet and slips it between the door and the frame, popping the lock. He slips inside and closes the door behind him. He sets down his tool bag and looks at your little car. 
He spots your key hung on a hook and sighs, “Blossom… you were doing so good, but thank you. That’ll make this easier.” 
He snatches them up and cracks open your big garage door, before attempting to start your car. He listens to how it clicks and nods before popping the hood and getting to work. 
A little while later he tries again and smiles when it starts right up. It needs an oil change as well but he’ll take it into town for that. He doesn’t want to worry about the disposal. He wipes his hands down and locks everything up before walking up to your door. 
It’s pretty late but your light is still on so he doesn’t feel guilty when he knocks. 
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You’ve been lying in bed most of the day. Watching Netflix and forcing yourself to sip from the cup at your bedside. You frown when you hear a knock at your door. You check your phone and there’s no missed calls or messages. 
You get up and slowly cross the house peeking out the window, your heart skipping when you see Gator standing on your porch.
You crack the door to speak to him. 
“Gator… it’s late. What are you doing here?” Your voice is defeated, tired. 
“I fixed your car. Just like I said I would.” 
“You… You fixed my car?” You look at him, and while your omega is begging you to step into his arms to let her be calmed by his alpha, you refuse. 
“Yeah, no more walking to work, or to the station to bring me lunch. It’s all fixed.” He smiles, his alpha purring. 
‘All fixed. Omega is cared for.’ 
You can’t believe it. You look at him, really look at him. Taking in his grease and oil stained shirt and knuckles, and the smile on his face. 
“No Gator. No, it’s not ‘all fixed’. You can’t just come in here and do whatever you want and assume that it’s going to make everything better. It’s not all better. You lied to me. How am I supposed to trust you?” You clench your hands into fists, struggling to get the words out, without becoming emotional. 
He frowns, his hand resting on your door frame as he leans closer into your space. His scent wrapping around you, doing a little to soothe your omega. 
“I didn’t lie-“ he starts, surprised when you cut him off. 
“Well you didn’t tell the truth either.” 
“Omega. C’mon. I fixed your car, what more do you want?” He looks down at you stepping closer, slowly closing the space between the two of you as he edges his way into your house. 
“How about a real apology?” 
“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry? I’m sorry. There okay? All fixed?” He says, his jaw tightening. 
“No, not all fixed. If you think that’s a real apology we have bigger problems.” You say, softly stomping your foot.
He watches you and a small smirk crosses his face. 
“Oh Blossom… you should know better than to behave like that. C’mon now. I said I was sorry.” He leans in closer and you put your hands on his chest to stop him. 
He grabs your wrists and holds them in one of his hands as he steps closer leaning in and kissing along the side of your neck, nipping softly at your scent gland and your omega takes over, whining and whimpering softly for him. 
He smirks softly against your skin, backing you against the wall in your entryway, kicking the door shut behind him. 
“Blossom, let out my little omega. C’mon. Let her out to play.” He mumbles softly against your skin as he leaves open mouthed kissed over your pulse point. 
You moan softly and gently tug against his hold. 
“G-Gator…” you whimper, softly. 
“Nuh uh… who am I?” He smirks, pulling away just a bit to look into your eyes. 
“Alpha.” 
“That’s right, Omega mine. Your Alpha.” 
He leans in and kisses you deeply expecting a bit of hesitation from you but is pleasantly surprised by your willingness to kiss him back. He rests his free hand on your hip and holds you close. 
“My sweet girl… my sweet omega. You're gonna present for me. Gonna let me make you mine?” He smirks against your lips. 
You nod eagerly, “please, need it. Need you.” 
“Good girl. My sweet Blossom. You wanna show me your nest?” He coos, softly. 
It’s like someone dumped ice water on you. You whine softly as you pull away. 
“Not yet… I’m not ready.” You look up at him and bite your lip, nervous at his reaction. 
He gently releases your hands and cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your lip. 
“Thought I told you to stop that. I’m not going to push you any further than you want to go. I’m your Alpha, Blossom. We have all the time in the world.” 
He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. 
Your omega is soothed by his warm embrace, ‘Alpha is here. Do not let him leave again. Make him promise.’
“Gator?” You peer up at him, staring into his hazel eyes, pleading for honesty. 
“Yes, Blossom?” He murmurs softly, looking into your eyes matching your intensity. 
“I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I want you to stay.” You gently wrap your arms around his waist. 
He chuckles softly and pulls you closer resting his chin on top of your head. 
“Blossom. I’m not going anywhere.”  
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The next few weeks go by smoothly. Gator comes to visit you at work. Flirting with you shamelessly over the counter in an effort to get a rise out of you. Smirking like the cat who got the cream when he does. 
One night you’re locking up the diner when you feel someone sneaking up behind you. You tense and whip around ready to claw at their face, but Gator easily catches your hands and pulls you into his embrace, smelling like palo santo, sage and that damn strawberry-kiwi vape. 
“Easy tiger. It’s me.” He chuckles, holding you tight. 
You gently hit his chest.
“Gator! You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that!” You pout.
That just makes him laugh harder, and drop kisses all over your face before kissing you deeply, nipping your lower lip a little more aggressively than he dared previously. 
“But it’s so cute when you think you can attack me, Blossom.” 
You whine softly against his lips, your center forming more slick than usual at his antics. 
“You like that, Omega? Hmm?” 
His massive, warm hands, are seemingly everywhere, one running down your side to settle on your hip. The other on the side of your neck, his fingers, curling up around the base of your skull to support your head as he kisses you again. 
You nod and arch into his chest, your fingers hooking into his vest and gently tugging. 
“I don’t like this… take it off.” You mumble against his lips, before softly trailing kisses down his chin and along his jaw. 
He laughs again, and that only makes you angry so you tug harder against the straps, your mind becoming a bit cloudy. 
“Blossom, I honestly don’t mind but we’re still in the parking lot. You really want me to strip here?” He smirks, starting to work on the buckles for you. 
“Don’t care.  Need them off. Need you. Too hot. Can’t think.” 
You help him pull on the final buckle so you can worm your way into his vest wrapping yourself in his scent and warmth. Groaning at the sensation. 
“Alpha… Need you.” You moan, slick positively dripping down your thighs. 
Gator inhales deeply and grows lowly when he smells it. 
He drags you back towards his truck pushing you into the passenger seat and buckling you in before running around to the driver side and getting in, putting the truck in drive and heading back towards your home. 
“Omega… Blossom,” His voice is tight, almost pained, “You’re in heat. I need to know what you want.” 
You whine and spread your legs reaching for his hand pulling it towards your thigh. 
“Want you Alpha. Want you in every way. Want your cock, your knot, your mark. Please.” 
Gator grips your thigh tight and tries his best to focus on the road. 
“You’ll be mine Omega. You always were.”
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A/N: Stick around for this next one. It's gonna be juicy.
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I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS WTF THIS IS SO GOOD!!!! How does this not have a billion notes?! I’m so invested!😩🤌🏽
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Summary: Omega reader moves to Stark County, ND after her grandmother dies and she inherits her house. She gets a job at a local diner where she meets charismatic asshole alpha, Deputy Gator Tillman. Will his rough around-the-edge ways push her away before she even knows that he’s her perfect match?
Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, eventual smut, 18+ mdni, mentioned unwanted touching, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning).
Word Count: 2.4k
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“We were just two broken souls trying to fix one another… Somehow I ended up with a piece of you and you, me.” — Evy Michaels
- 10 years earlier -
You wake up and stretch, your nest is cozy and warm around you. The blankets, pillows, and stolen clothes from the people important in your life are arranged just so. Slowly, you sit up and climb out, headed to the bathroom before you head to school. On your way past the vanity you freeze in your tracks. There on your right bicep is a large tattoo. 
When a soulmate permanently marks their skin, their other half also receives an identical mark. You gasp and cover your mouth, tears forming as you inspect closer. It’s the letters LOL in dark colors, and the O is clearly made up of barbed wire. 
Why would your match do this to you? Why would your alpha mark up your pretty skin with such a crude tattoo? You don’t know who your alpha is, but you're upset, and this has left a sour taste in the back of your throat. 
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- Present Day -
Gator walks into the diner pulling the door open with gusto, knowing he’s late to meet Roy. It seems he’s always late lately. He slides himself into the booth across from his father and sags into the cracked and creaking leather. 
“What kept ya?” Roy asks, not even bothering to look up at his son from his paper as he takes a sip from his coffee. 
“Was dealing with that… uh, assignment you gave me.” He smiles at his father as the waitress sets down a mug, and begins to fill it up for him. 
“Would you like anything else?” You look at the deputy, your hip cocked as you wait for his response, setting the carafe on the edge of the table. 
“You’re new.” Gator looks the new waitress up and down, he knows all the staff in the diner. He eats here more than he eats at home. 
You nod and pull out your notepad. 
“Mhmm just moved here recently.” You pull out a pink pen, tapping the end of it against your plush lower lip. 
He tries to scent you and finds himself a little disappointed when he can’t pick up any trace of you. Damn scent blockers, he’ll never understand why you omegas use them. 
Meanwhile, you’re taken aback by this man’s strong scent. It’s almost as if he’s intentionally giving it off, trying to fill the air around you. Notes of palo santo and sage wrap you in warmth, and nostalgia while still being refreshing, exciting, and new. Your heart begins to race, and you’re nervous that these two alphas sitting in front of you are able to hear it beating out of your chest. You almost miss his order as he asks for what he wants. 
“Western omelet. Bacon and white toast.” He sits back and looks at his father as you make your notes and lift the carafe heading back to the kitchen. He can’t help himself watching the way your hips move as you walk away. 
Roy reaches over and slaps his son upside the head, “If your eye causes you to sin son, pluck it out.” 
Gator immediately drops his gaze and keeps it on the table when you deliver his and Roy’s food. 
He mumbles a soft, “Thank you, miss.” 
Having noted the lack of a mating mark on your neck when you originally took his order. 
You come and refill coffee and check on them, before setting the check on the table. At the bottom you’ve written Thank You in your loopy handwriting, followed by a smiley face. 
You bid them both good day before walking away. The smell of palo santo and sage lingering around you for the rest of the day. 
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 The next day you’re leaning against the cool bricks outside the diner, trying to take some deep breaths and slow your heart rate, when some black steel toe boots enter your line of sight. You slowly look up the khaki-clad legs, your breath catching when you see a gun seated in a holster wrapped snugly around their thigh. That’s when the scent hits you. Palo santo and sage, your eyes snap up to meet the honey-colored ones of the alpha you served yesterday morning. 
“You hiding out here?” 
His eyes aren’t the only thing that’s like honey, the timbre of his voice pours over you like a warm drink on a cold winter’s morning, soothing your heckles that were raised from the alphas inside.
“I’m not hiding from anything.” You snap, your voice harsh. 
Gator’s not used to being spoken to like that, certainly not by an omega. He draws himself to his full height and steps closer. 
“Then what’s got you so riled up, little one?” 
He gently tugs on the hem of your sleeve, and his eye catches on the ink hidden there. 
“What’s that?” He asks, as he goes to lift your sleeve but you slap your hand over your bicep stopping him. 
“Don’t touch me! You alphas are all the same. You don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself.” 
That stops him dead in his tracks. His voice gets low and serious. 
“Who touched you?” 
You fix your sleeve, making sure the embarrassing tattoo is completely covered, “it’s not important.” 
“It is to me, I’m the law. It’s my job to protect.” 
You notice he doesn’t finish that statement but don’t say anything, your eyes dropping back to the ground. 
“Who touched you?” His voice drops even lower, this time into his alpha register, the one that makes it hard for you to resist, your omega hindbrain begging to submit to him. 
When you’re still silent, he’s slightly impressed. Most omegas he knows submit as soon as they hear that tone. 
“Don’t make me ask again.” 
“The alphas sitting in the corner booth… one grabbed my ass as I walked by. Told me I should be raising pups, not working.” The words rush out of you even as you try to hold them back, sometimes you hate your designation. 
A growl rumbles low in Gator’s chest as he stalks into the diner. He spots them almost immediately, two alphas and a beta sitting in the back corner booth by the entrance to the kitchen. You follow after him, nervous about what this hot-headed alpha is going to do. 
He slams his hand down on the table, effectively shutting them up. 
“If I ever hear about one of you touching another omega without their permission again. We’re going to have problems. Do you understand me?” He glared, at the three men. 
“Yeah? I don’t see your mark on her pretty little matting gland. So why don’t you mind your own business?” The biggest of the alphas says, straightening up. 
Gator opens his jacket to reveal his badge and rests his free hand on his holster, the alphas pale as they realize who they’re talking to. 
“I said, do you understand me?” He repeats. 
They nod and throw some cash on the table, pushing past him to leave, not even casting you a glance as they make their hasty retreat. 
You look at him, “You didn’t have to do that.” 
He straightens up and turns to look at you, “How about a little gratitude? If anyone else bothers you, you come straight to me.” 
You look at him, and after a long pause you nod, even though it wasn’t a question. 
“Good.” 
He grabs a seat at the counter and looks up at the specials board.  
“Can I get a Coke and a burger? Fries too…” He trails off, realizing he never got your name. 
“Y/N.” You supply, smiling a little as you write his order on the ticket. 
“Y/N. That’s pretty. I’m Gator.” He sits back as you ring in his order and slide his drink across the counter. 
“Gator… like the animal?” You ask, looking at him as if he’s playing a joke on you, and at any minute, he’s going to bust out laughing because you believed him. 
“Yeah, just like that.” He smiles and pulls a business card from his pocket handing it to you. 
You hold it in your hands and inspect it. Sure enough, there in the center, it says ‘Gator Tillman’ Deputy Sheriff. 
You smile and nod, sliding the card into your apron pocket.
“Well, alrighty, Deputy.” 
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After lunch, Gator spends most of his afternoon sitting at the counter talking to you between customers. 
You find yourself rolling your eyes as he makes terrible jokes, mostly at the expense of the other patrons. 
As your shift ends, you clock out and wash your hands, drying them as he watches you. 
“How are you getting home?” Gator asks as he stands, following you outside. 
You kick your feet in the dirt a bit. 
“It’s not that far from here. I just walk.”  
“Let me give you a lift. C’mon.” He turns and heads to his truck without waiting for your answer. 
You freeze, watching as he jumps up into the cab of his truck. 
“C’mon, it’s too late for you to be walking home. Get in.” He doesn’t leave you any room for argument. 
You hesitate a moment longer before walking around and climbing into the passenger seat of his truck. His scent is so much more intense in this confined space. You find yourself a bit dizzy as you buckle yourself in, and hesitantly begin to give him directions to your house. 
Gator considers himself a pretty good officer. After a moment, he glances over and watches your face as you guide him through the turns towards your home. 
“What’s the matter?” He asks, relaxing back into the seat, and sucking on his vape, being careful to blow the sweet-smelling smoke away from you. 
“It’s just,” you anxiously rub at your matting gland, “I’m an unmarked omega taking an alpha to my house…” You trail off, your skin heating in embarrassment. 
He smirks and takes the last turn onto your street. 
“Yea? Well, I mean… you don’t have to be unmarked for long.” He drapes his arm over the back of your seat, and suddenly it feels as if the temperature in the car shot up 20 degrees. 
You let out a small squeaky noise at which Gator laughs. 
“Relax, I’m just kidding. I’m just dropping you off at home. No funny business, I mean… unless…” he looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your thighs. 
You let out an indignant sound, “Gator!” 
He laughs and turns into the driveway of the little 1950s ranch you call home. 
You grab your bag and climb out of the truck, breathing in the fresh air clearing your head. He leans across the center console of his truck watching as you walk up the steps to your door. 
He rolls down the window and hollers after you.
“See you soon!” 
He says it with such sincerity that you shake your head and roll your eyes fondly, looking back at him. 
“Goodbye, Gator!” You wave before slipping into the house, locking the door behind you.
You peek out the front window and watch as he takes his time backing down the driveway and pulling away. 
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That evening, after taking a shower and changing into pajamas, you flit around your kitchen making yourself something to eat while you relax in front of the TV. 
You turn on the sink to fill your glass when you hear a sound coming from the cabinet below. You frown and open the oak-colored door, gasping when you see water spraying from one of the pipes. 
You quickly turn off the sink, but unfortunately, that doesn’t stop the water from spreading across the bottom of the cabinet and out onto the floor. 
“Shit!” You try to block the flow of water with your hands, but it’s no use. 
You panic, not sure what to do, but you know you need help. Then in a moment of clarity, you remember Gator’s card in your apron pocket. You grab your apron off the hook by the door digging in the pocket before snatching your phone off the counter. You call him in a bit of a daze, watching as the puddle on your floor grows. 
“Pick up, pick up!” You mumble under your breath. 
“Hello?” 
His voice is deeper, gruff over the phone. You feel guilty for inconveniencing him, but you really didn’t have anyone else to call. 
“Gator..?” 
“Y/N? What is it? You okay?” You hear some shuffling, on his end of the line. 
“Um… no? My sink is leaking everywhere, and I don’t know what to do. I… I didn’t have anyone else I could call. I’m sorry.” 
He runs his fingers through his hair, a little surprised at your admission. 
“I’ll be right there. Okay?” 
“Okay. Thank you.” You relax a little, knowing that help is coming. 
You hang up and run to the linen closet grabbing out towels, in the meantime. Your ears perk up when you hear a car pulling up outside only a few minutes later. You run to the door and pull it open. Smiling wide when you see Gator’s truck in your drive. 
He puts his truck in park and gets out, grabbing a toolkit from the truck bed before heading to your front door. He looks good in dark wash jeans and a white shirt, his hair soft no longer styled from the day. 
“Thank you again for coming, I don’t know what else I would have done.” 
He hops up your steps and steps into your home and the first thing he notices is your scent. It permeates every inch of your space, fresh greens, mimosa buds, and beechwood wash over him, fruity and floral. 
The second thing he notices stops him dead in his tracks. Your pajamas consist of shorts that show off your legs, something he’s sure to appreciate later, and a tank top. There on your arm, the mark that he’d noticed earlier, is his tattoo plain as day. Etched onto your skin. 
You are his soulmate.
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yourfavoritewitchbitch ¡ 11 months ago
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Another wonderful chapter Bestie Nyx!
Though heartbreaking, I love soft Gator! 🥹🥹🥹
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The Ink That Binds Us - Chapter 5
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Summary: In the weeks following your heat Roy has been keeping Gator extra busy, so you're missing your Alpha. Gator takes it upon himself to make sure you know he'd do anything for you, give you anything you want because you are his.
Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, smut, 18+ mdni, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning). p in v, creampie, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink, reader takes a pregnancy test, use of pet names.
Word Count: 2.5k
A/N: It's here! Sorry for the delay I have been wrapped up in a Prince Steve AU so be on the lookout for that coming soon!
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Once again, you woke up alone in your nest. It has been two weeks since your heat, and you’ve barely seen your new mate. 
Gator slinks out of bed before dawn, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder before he goes, and does not return until long after dark if he returns at all. 
Sometimes he’s been opting to stay at his father’s ranch since most of his belongings still reside there, and it leaves him closer to be at Roy’s beck and call. 
You climb out of bed to begin your day, heading to the kitchen and wondering if Gator even made it home last night. 
Blossom 🌸 8:02 am: I miss you. The nest is beginning to smell wrong. Like you’re missing. 
His reply comes just a few minutes later. 
Gator 🐊 8:09 am: Dad’s got a lot going on so I have to be in charge for a while. I’ll be home for dinner tonight. I promise. 
You smile and bounce on the balls of your feet looking around the kitchen, you’re going to make the best dinner you can, your alpha’s been working hard. He deserves this. 
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Gator pulls into the drive long after dark. He’s absolutely, overwhelmingly, exhausted, but he’s surprised to see lights still on in the house. Usually, you’ve been asleep for hours by this point. That’s when he remembers. He promised to be home for dinner. 
“Shit.” He curses under his breath. 
He hops out of the truck and quickly walks up the path, jumping the stairs before letting himself in. 
What he finds there nearly breaks his heart. 
You’re lying on the couch, wearing his favorite dress, it’s obvious you fell asleep waiting on him. 
And he can smell fresh-baked oatmeal-raisin cookies, and steak and potatoes. He knows you must have worked hard all day for him and he couldn’t even show up when he said he would. 
‘Deserves better’ his alpha snaps from the back of his mind. 
He pushes that down, walks over to the couch kneels, and softly runs his hand over your hair. 
“Blossom, wake up, baby.” He mumbles, gently shaking you. 
“Hmm?” You groan softly, waking up. 
You blink up at him, your eyes half-lidded and tired. 
“You’re home,” you smile sleepily, “I missed you.” 
You sit up and wrap your arms around his neck pulling him close. He buries his face in your neck as he climbs up onto the couch with you, lying down on top of you, inhaling your scent. 
“Missed you too, Omega. M’sorry, I’m late.” 
You gently run your fingers through his hair, softening the slicked-back locks into the soft tendrils you love. 
“S’okay-“ you begin.
“No, it’s not. It’s not okay. Fuck…” he groans softly, arguing with his Alpha. 
You hold him for a long moment. Letting him gently crush you into the couch cushions. 
“I’ve been a shit Alpha. You deserve someone who takes care of you. Who takes you out on dates? Who is good to you? Not me… not this fuck up.” He mumbles into your neck. 
“Gator, look at me.” You say softly. 
He refuses, sinking further into your scent and his self-doubt. 
You sink your fingers into his hair and gently tug at the roots. 
“Gator Tillman. Look at me.” You say, using the sternest tone he’s ever heard from you. 
He raises his head and looks at you, a little perplexed by that tone. 
“You are not a shit Alpha, and I never want to hear those words ever again. You’re my Alpha. Mine. I don’t care about going out on dates, and you’re very good to me.” You say, looking directly into his eyes, refusing to be the one to look away first. 
He leans in and rests his forehead against yours, basking in your words, for a moment. 
“But what about-“ 
“Gator, I swear,” you say, effectively cutting him off. 
He lets out a soft little laugh. 
“Don’t go turning into a brat now.” He says softly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. 
“Then don’t act like a knothead.” You mumble softly, spreading your legs so he can slot between them. 
The two of you fit together like puzzle pieces, completing one another as he presses his lips against yours in a slow, gentle drag, his chapped lips against your pillow-soft ones. 
You pull away and press a small, soft kiss on his head. 
“My Alpha, perfect for me.” You whisper against his skin. 
He wraps his arms around you and buries his face back into the crook of your neck, softly kissing your mating mark as he falls asleep. 
You hold him close and close your eyes as well, letting yourself relax and be lulled into sleep. Comforted by your Alpha. 
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You wake up the next morning and groan softly, stiff from having slept on the couch but feeling more at peace and well-rested than you have in days. 
You softly card your fingers through Gator’s soft hair, relishing the sleepy sounds he makes as he wakes up. 
“Good morning, handsome.” You whisper. 
“Mornin’ Blossom.” He mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. 
You smile, you relish this, this softness, that no one else gets to be privy to. Something that is only between the two of you. 
“You want me to make ya some breakfast before your shift?” You ask, as you softly run your hand up and down his spine, unable to keep your hands off him. 
He relaxes into you a little more. 
“You don’t mind?” 
“Not at all, handsome. C’mon. Get up. You get ready, and I’ll fix you something to eat.” You kiss his cheek before dropping your arms from around him. 
He rolls off the couch, less than gracefully, before popping up and helping you stand. 
He drops a kiss to the top of your head, before heading off to the shower. 
You step into the kitchen and begin to fix him some breakfast. 
Eggs, toast, bacon. Doing your very best to have it all finished at the same time. 
Gator steps into the kitchen, hair slicked back, holster around his thigh, and the rest of his gear situated just right.
You both sit to eat, and you watch as he devours his food, as always. Light conversation about plans for the day. 
As per usual, Gator can’t tell you much about anything. You try to not let it bother you. Even though it does. 
You hold onto his vest as he kisses you hard before he leaves. His tongue slid alongside yours, his hands squeezing your hips, pulling you flush against him, making sure you’ll think about nothing but him all day long. 
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After your shift at the diner, you stop at the pharmacy to pick up a few things. You walk past the pads and tampons and pause. You do the mental math and your eyes go a little wide. 
Your hand instinctually rests on your lower belly. 
“Oh my god…” you bite your lip and glance at the tests next to you. You grab one and toss it in your basket before you can think too hard about it. 
Once you get home, you sit in the bathroom on top of the closed toilet lid and stare at the package. 
“This is silly… it was one heat. There’s no way…” you toss the test into the drawer and head back into the living room to watch some mindless television. 
However, it’s like the test is mocking you from the other room. 
Soon you find yourself back in the bathroom, the foil ripped open, and you take the test. You sit on the floor with the test on the edge of the tub as you wait for the results. 
Your hand once again goes to rest on your lower belly. 
“You’re going to be so loved…” you smile softly. 
A few minutes later you lift the test and it’s like a rock develops where your heart should be.  
Only one line. 
Negative.
“Oh.” 
You suddenly feel so silly and stupid for your behavior. You quickly toss everything in the trash bin as your eyes well with tears. 
You’re not even sure why you’re so upset. It’s not even something you were really thinking about, but now that it’s not happening you’re crushed. 
You move to the bedroom and crawl into your next hiding yourself under your blankets as the tears begin to fall. ‘Bad Omega, failure.’ Your omega whispers in the back of your mind. That’s where Gator finds you. 
He’d come home expecting to find you in the kitchen making dinner, or at least in the living room watching something on the TV. When he doesn’t see you he begins looking around calling out for you, becoming a little more panicked when you don’t respond. 
When he finally finds you buried in your nest he’s concerned. 
“Blossom? What’s wrong, Omega?” He sits next to you softly cupping your cheek, his thumb wiping away your tears. 
You turn your head away from him hiding yourself from his gaze. 
“Don’t. Look at me,” He says, “Omega, what is going on? Talk to me.” 
“It’s s-stupid.” You mumble into the sheets
“It’s not stupid if it’s made you this upset. C’mon little one. Tell me what’s wrong.” He says, lifting your chin so he can look at you. 
You pause for a long moment looking up at him, thinking about how you want to tell him.
“I took a pregnancy test.” You finally say. The words slipping out easier than you thought they would. 
His face lights up, and that joy you see on his face, it kills you. It makes you feel even worse because you know what you have to say next, but he interrupts you before you can get the words out. 
“Omega mine. Why would you be upset about that? A baby is amazing.” He smiles and he moves to put his hand on your belly but you know if he touches you there you’ll scream. 
“It was negative.” you choke out.
“Oh…” he pauses and lays down pulling you close, letting you rest your head on his chest. 
You hold onto him nuzzling your face into his scent gland, calming yourself. 
“I didn’t know you wanted a baby so badly.” He whispers. 
“Neither did I.” You say, your lips softly brushing against his skin. 
He tries to contain the shiver that runs through him at the feeling of your lips on him. 
“But I do,” you whisper, “please Alpha?” 
He groans and rolls over on top of you pinning you to the mattress. 
“You’re killing me, Omega,” He softly rolls his hips against yours as he kisses you, “I’ll give you a pup. Fuck one into this cute belly of yours. Make you a mommy.”
He takes his time, slowly peeling away each layer of clothing. Pressing kisses to every inch of newly revealed skin. 
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m the luckiest Alpha alive.” He growls as he slips your panties off, and situates himself between your thighs, inhaling deeply. 
You blush at his actions, lying back in your nest. 
“Fuck, you smell so sweet for me. M’gonna get you nice and wet. So ready to take my cock, okay?” He slowly trails kisses up your inner thigh before burying his face in your cunt, tracing his tongue up and down your slit as his large hands hook under your thighs and settle on your hips. 
You gasp softly and close your eyes, settling more into the feelings. The softness of your nest, the roughness of Gator’s hands on your hips, the soft wet sounds of his tongue between your thighs, and the pleasure he brings you. 
He begins to softly suck on your clit as you begin to get wetter, he moans and the vibrations cause you to arch your back. 
“Good girl, Blossom. That’s right. Grind on my tongue, sweet girl.” He moans again. 
You thread your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as you gasp out his name, the flames of pleasure licking up your spine. 
He slips two fingers into your entrance, your wetness making it easy, as he curls them and massages the soft spongy spot he knows drives you insane. 
You dig your heels into his back trying to scramble away from him as you reach that precipice. Your Alpha only holds you tighter refusing to let you run from your own pleasure. 
You scream out his name as you come apart on his tongue. 
He laps up your essence before pulling away and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand smirking. 
“Fuckin’ delicious, Omega.” 
You blush and hide your face in the crook of your elbow. 
He grabs your hand and uncovers your face smirking down at you. 
“Hey there pretty girl.” 
“Hi.” You smile softly looking up at him. 
He holds your hands down on either side of your head and kisses you softly as you wrap your legs around his hips, the head of his cock nudging gently against your clit once, twice, before he presses into you. 
He groans softly against your lips, “holy shit, Omega… how are you always so fuckin’ tight?” 
He gives you a moment to adjust before he begins slowly rolling his hips against yours. Each thrust was measured, slow and deep. 
“Feels so good, Alpha. Always feels so good.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around him, clinging to him. 
He presses his forehead to yours, taking his time as the pace of his thrusts speeds up, still just as deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time he presses into the hilt. 
“You feel like heaven, my love. I’m gonna give you a baby sweet Omega. Gonna give you everything you want. I promise.” He kisses you deeply as he gets closer, picking up speed as he gets closer.  
You gasp softly at his words, “I’m close Alpha, please.” 
“I know, Omega. I can feel you squeezing me. I’m almost there. Gonna fill you up. Gonna give you all of me. Fuck… wait for me, baby.” He growls softly. 
He holds you close and kisses you deeply the curly hairs at the base of his cock stimulating your clit in just the right way as he grinds his hips into yours. 
He thrusts a couple more times as he cums deep inside you, his thick spend painting your inner walls as you gasp and come hard around him. 
“That’s right, Omega. Doing so good for me. Taking me so well. Love you so much.” He holds you close as you both come down from your euphoria. 
“Love you too, Alpha. Thank you… thank you.” 
You press soft kisses everywhere you can reach, keeping your legs up and wrapped around him. 
He presses his hand down on your lower belly.
“This is where my pups will grow. Just give it time, Omega mine. Just give it time.”
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blackwidownat2814 ¡ 1 year ago
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I haven't watched this season of Fargo (or any season for that matter), but after the Jack Skellington mask gifs and this first chapter, I really need to!
Really loved this start to your story!
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The Ink That Binds Us - Chapter 1
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Summary: Omega reader moves to Stark County, ND after her grandmother dies and she inherits her house. She gets a job at a local diner where she meets charismatic asshole alpha, Deputy Gator Tillman. Will his rough around-the-edge ways push her away before she even knows that he’s her perfect match?
Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, eventual smut, 18+ mdni, mentioned unwanted touching, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning).
Word Count: 2.4k
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“We were just two broken souls trying to fix one another… Somehow I ended up with a piece of you and you, me.” — Evy Michaels
- 10 years earlier -
You wake up and stretch, your nest is cozy and warm around you. The blankets, pillows, and stolen clothes from the people important in your life are arranged just so. Slowly, you sit up and climb out, headed to the bathroom before you head to school. On your way past the vanity you freeze in your tracks. There on your right bicep is a large tattoo. 
When a soulmate permanently marks their skin, their other half also receives an identical mark. You gasp and cover your mouth, tears forming as you inspect closer. It’s the letters LOL in dark colors, and the O is clearly made up of barbed wire. 
Why would your match do this to you? Why would your alpha mark up your pretty skin with such a crude tattoo? You don’t know who your alpha is, but you're upset, and this has left a sour taste in the back of your throat. 
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- Present Day -
Gator walks into the diner pulling the door open with gusto, knowing he’s late to meet Roy. It seems he’s always late lately. He slides himself into the booth across from his father and sags into the cracked and creaking leather. 
“What kept ya?” Roy asks, not even bothering to look up at his son from his paper as he takes a sip from his coffee. 
“Was dealing with that… uh, assignment you gave me.” He smiles at his father as the waitress sets down a mug, and begins to fill it up for him. 
“Would you like anything else?” You look at the deputy, your hip cocked as you wait for his response, setting the carafe on the edge of the table. 
“You’re new.” Gator looks the new waitress up and down, he knows all the staff in the diner. He eats here more than he eats at home. 
You nod and pull out your notepad. 
“Mhmm just moved here recently.” You pull out a pink pen, tapping the end of it against your plush lower lip. 
He tries to scent you and finds himself a little disappointed when he can’t pick up any trace of you. Damn scent blockers, he’ll never understand why you omegas use them. 
Meanwhile, you’re taken aback by this man’s strong scent. It’s almost as if he’s intentionally giving it off, trying to fill the air around you. Notes of palo santo and sage wrap you in warmth, and nostalgia while still being refreshing, exciting, and new. Your heart begins to race, and you’re nervous that these two alphas sitting in front of you are able to hear it beating out of your chest. You almost miss his order as he asks for what he wants. 
“Western omelet. Bacon and white toast.” He sits back and looks at his father as you make your notes and lift the carafe heading back to the kitchen. He can’t help himself watching the way your hips move as you walk away. 
Roy reaches over and slaps his son upside the head, “If your eye causes you to sin son, pluck it out.” 
Gator immediately drops his gaze and keeps it on the table when you deliver his and Roy’s food. 
He mumbles a soft, “Thank you, miss.” 
Having noted the lack of a mating mark on your neck when you originally took his order. 
You come and refill coffee and check on them, before setting the check on the table. At the bottom you’ve written Thank You in your loopy handwriting, followed by a smiley face. 
You bid them both good day before walking away. The smell of palo santo and sage lingering around you for the rest of the day. 
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 The next day you’re leaning against the cool bricks outside the diner, trying to take some deep breaths and slow your heart rate, when some black steel toe boots enter your line of sight. You slowly look up the khaki-clad legs, your breath catching when you see a gun seated in a holster wrapped snugly around their thigh. That’s when the scent hits you. Palo santo and sage, your eyes snap up to meet the honey-colored ones of the alpha you served yesterday morning. 
“You hiding out here?” 
His eyes aren’t the only thing that’s like honey, the timbre of his voice pours over you like a warm drink on a cold winter’s morning, soothing your heckles that were raised from the alphas inside.
“I’m not hiding from anything.” You snap, your voice harsh. 
Gator’s not used to being spoken to like that, certainly not by an omega. He draws himself to his full height and steps closer. 
“Then what’s got you so riled up, little one?” 
He gently tugs on the hem of your sleeve, and his eye catches on the ink hidden there. 
“What’s that?” He asks, as he goes to lift your sleeve but you slap your hand over your bicep stopping him. 
“Don’t touch me! You alphas are all the same. You don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself.” 
That stops him dead in his tracks. His voice gets low and serious. 
“Who touched you?” 
You fix your sleeve, making sure the embarrassing tattoo is completely covered, “it’s not important.” 
“It is to me, I’m the law. It’s my job to protect.” 
You notice he doesn’t finish that statement but don’t say anything, your eyes dropping back to the ground. 
“Who touched you?” His voice drops even lower, this time into his alpha register, the one that makes it hard for you to resist, your omega hindbrain begging to submit to him. 
When you’re still silent, he’s slightly impressed. Most omegas he knows submit as soon as they hear that tone. 
“Don’t make me ask again.” 
“The alphas sitting in the corner booth… one grabbed my ass as I walked by. Told me I should be raising pups, not working.” The words rush out of you even as you try to hold them back, sometimes you hate your designation. 
A growl rumbles low in Gator’s chest as he stalks into the diner. He spots them almost immediately, two alphas and a beta sitting in the back corner booth by the entrance to the kitchen. You follow after him, nervous about what this hot-headed alpha is going to do. 
He slams his hand down on the table, effectively shutting them up. 
“If I ever hear about one of you touching another omega without their permission again. We’re going to have problems. Do you understand me?” He glared, at the three men. 
“Yeah? I don’t see your mark on her pretty little matting gland. So why don’t you mind your own business?” The biggest of the alphas says, straightening up. 
Gator opens his jacket to reveal his badge and rests his free hand on his holster, the alphas pale as they realize who they’re talking to. 
“I said, do you understand me?” He repeats. 
They nod and throw some cash on the table, pushing past him to leave, not even casting you a glance as they make their hasty retreat. 
You look at him, “You didn’t have to do that.” 
He straightens up and turns to look at you, “How about a little gratitude? If anyone else bothers you, you come straight to me.” 
You look at him, and after a long pause you nod, even though it wasn’t a question. 
“Good.” 
He grabs a seat at the counter and looks up at the specials board.  
“Can I get a Coke and a burger? Fries too…” He trails off, realizing he never got your name. 
“Y/N.” You supply, smiling a little as you write his order on the ticket. 
“Y/N. That’s pretty. I’m Gator.” He sits back as you ring in his order and slide his drink across the counter. 
“Gator… like the animal?” You ask, looking at him as if he’s playing a joke on you, and at any minute, he’s going to bust out laughing because you believed him. 
“Yeah, just like that.” He smiles and pulls a business card from his pocket handing it to you. 
You hold it in your hands and inspect it. Sure enough, there in the center, it says ‘Gator Tillman’ Deputy Sheriff. 
You smile and nod, sliding the card into your apron pocket.
“Well, alrighty, Deputy.” 
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After lunch, Gator spends most of his afternoon sitting at the counter talking to you between customers. 
You find yourself rolling your eyes as he makes terrible jokes, mostly at the expense of the other patrons. 
As your shift ends, you clock out and wash your hands, drying them as he watches you. 
“How are you getting home?” Gator asks as he stands, following you outside. 
You kick your feet in the dirt a bit. 
“It’s not that far from here. I just walk.”  
“Let me give you a lift. C’mon.” He turns and heads to his truck without waiting for your answer. 
You freeze, watching as he jumps up into the cab of his truck. 
“C’mon, it’s too late for you to be walking home. Get in.” He doesn’t leave you any room for argument. 
You hesitate a moment longer before walking around and climbing into the passenger seat of his truck. His scent is so much more intense in this confined space. You find yourself a bit dizzy as you buckle yourself in, and hesitantly begin to give him directions to your house. 
Gator considers himself a pretty good officer. After a moment, he glances over and watches your face as you guide him through the turns towards your home. 
“What’s the matter?” He asks, relaxing back into the seat, and sucking on his vape, being careful to blow the sweet-smelling smoke away from you. 
“It’s just,” you anxiously rub at your matting gland, “I’m an unmarked omega taking an alpha to my house…” You trail off, your skin heating in embarrassment. 
He smirks and takes the last turn onto your street. 
“Yea? Well, I mean… you don’t have to be unmarked for long.” He drapes his arm over the back of your seat, and suddenly it feels as if the temperature in the car shot up 20 degrees. 
You let out a small squeaky noise at which Gator laughs. 
“Relax, I’m just kidding. I’m just dropping you off at home. No funny business, I mean… unless…” he looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your thighs. 
You let out an indignant sound, “Gator!” 
He laughs and turns into the driveway of the little 1950s ranch you call home. 
You grab your bag and climb out of the truck, breathing in the fresh air clearing your head. He leans across the center console of his truck watching as you walk up the steps to your door. 
He rolls down the window and hollers after you.
“See you soon!” 
He says it with such sincerity that you shake your head and roll your eyes fondly, looking back at him. 
“Goodbye, Gator!” You wave before slipping into the house, locking the door behind you.
You peek out the front window and watch as he takes his time backing down the driveway and pulling away. 
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That evening, after taking a shower and changing into pajamas, you flit around your kitchen making yourself something to eat while you relax in front of the TV. 
You turn on the sink to fill your glass when you hear a sound coming from the cabinet below. You frown and open the oak-colored door, gasping when you see water spraying from one of the pipes. 
You quickly turn off the sink, but unfortunately, that doesn’t stop the water from spreading across the bottom of the cabinet and out onto the floor. 
“Shit!” You try to block the flow of water with your hands, but it’s no use. 
You panic, not sure what to do, but you know you need help. Then in a moment of clarity, you remember Gator’s card in your apron pocket. You grab your apron off the hook by the door digging in the pocket before snatching your phone off the counter. You call him in a bit of a daze, watching as the puddle on your floor grows. 
“Pick up, pick up!” You mumble under your breath. 
“Hello?” 
His voice is deeper, gruff over the phone. You feel guilty for inconveniencing him, but you really didn’t have anyone else to call. 
“Gator..?” 
“Y/N? What is it? You okay?” You hear some shuffling, on his end of the line. 
“Um… no? My sink is leaking everywhere, and I don’t know what to do. I… I didn’t have anyone else I could call. I’m sorry.” 
He runs his fingers through his hair, a little surprised at your admission. 
“I’ll be right there. Okay?” 
“Okay. Thank you.” You relax a little, knowing that help is coming. 
You hang up and run to the linen closet grabbing out towels, in the meantime. Your ears perk up when you hear a car pulling up outside only a few minutes later. You run to the door and pull it open. Smiling wide when you see Gator’s truck in your drive. 
He puts his truck in park and gets out, grabbing a toolkit from the truck bed before heading to your front door. He looks good in dark wash jeans and a white shirt, his hair soft no longer styled from the day. 
“Thank you again for coming, I don’t know what else I would have done.” 
He hops up your steps and steps into your home and the first thing he notices is your scent. It permeates every inch of your space, fresh greens, mimosa buds, and beechwood wash over him, fruity and floral. 
The second thing he notices stops him dead in his tracks. Your pajamas consist of shorts that show off your legs, something he’s sure to appreciate later, and a tank top. There on your arm, the mark that he’d noticed earlier, is his tattoo plain as day. Etched onto your skin. 
You are his soulmate.
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bloodibambiidoll ¡ 1 year ago
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AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Fuckin Roy🙄 Gator is adorable tho wanting her to come to him? Stop it, you cute little fucking idiot. I love this sm!! I can’t wait for more.🥺🖤
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The Ink That Binds Us - Chapter 2
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Summary: Gator knows something you don't. Now the only question is what will he do with this information?
Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, eventual smut, 18+ mdni, mentioned unwanted touching, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning).
Word Count: 3k
A/N: Thank you to @babyjakes for making me custom dividers even though you know nothing about Fargo, and nothing about Gator. You're the best. ILY!
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You are his soulmate.
His mouth is dry as he stares at his tattoo on your skin. He clears his throat and looks back at your face breathing a sigh of relief when you don’t seem to have noticed his look of realization.
“Please, Gator. I didn’t know what to do.”
You lead him into the kitchen and his eyes get a little wide when he sees the water on the floor. He picks up a trace of distress in your scent as you take in the scene in front of you.
“Okay, okay baby. We’ll fix it. Don’cha worry your pretty little head.” The term of endearment rolls off his tongue almost without permission.
He grabs his tools, pushes his sleeves up his forearms, and immediately lays down sliding under the sink and cutting off the main water supply. He asks for a bucket to drain your sink trap before he replaces the plumber's tape and tightens the connectors with a wrench.
You can’t help but watch as his muscles flex through his long-sleeved shirt. You feel something in the pit of your stomach. ‘Alpha is caring for us’ your omega hindbrain says, but you push that thought down, back where it came from.
He grabs one of the towels and dries himself off and smiles dumping the bucket to make sure it doesn’t leak before turning the water supply back on.
“There you go. All fixed.” He stands and pushes his hair back out of his face.
Watching as you immediately bend over and start cleaning up, giving him an amazing view of your ass as you collect the wet towels from the floor.
“What do I owe you?” You ask, straightening up and balancing the laundry basket on your hip.
Gator steps closer to you, reveling in your scent now that your blockers are wearing off. His large hand reaches out and gently settles on your hip.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
His palm is warm through your clothes, your cheeks, and even the tips of your ears heat at his suggestion.
You step back out of his range and his hand falls back to his side as he watches your face intently.
“Are you hungry? I made dinner.” You anxiously run your hand over your hair, smoothing it down, avoiding his intense gaze.
He smirks as his alpha preens.
“Dinner sounds lovely, little omega.”
You quickly reheat the chicken and veggies you had made for yourself and serve him first, something else that makes his alpha glow with pride.
‘Good omega, she will be a good little wife, caring for us, and our pups.’ Gator smiles crookedly as his inner alpha purrs, and you set the plate in front of him. He digs in immediately, moaning at the taste.
“This is amazing. You made this?” He says, around a mouthful of food.
You grimace a little at his manners before nodding.
“My grandmother taught me to cook when I was young. I’ve always loved it.”
You sit across from him and start to eat your dinner, watching as he devours his.
“Hungry, Gator?”
He laughs.
“I don’t often get home-cooked meals. I eat at the diner more than anywhere else. And my dad’s omega, Karen? Well… let’s just say he didn’t mate her because she can cook.”
That gives you pause.
“Your dad’s omega..?” You ask cautiously.
“Yeah?”
He looks at you as he finishes up his dinner and reaches into his pocket pulling out his vape. He inhales deeply before slowly letting out a long exhale of sweet-smelling smoke.
“She’s not your mom?”
“No.”
He offers no more information so you don’t press him. Instead, you stand and immediately start to clean up the kitchen, as Gator watches.
Once you’re finished he stands and you turn to face him.
“I have to work early tomorrow…” you say, gently rocking on the balls of your feet.
He nods and grabs his tool bag off the floor, you can’t help but focus on his hands as they grip the handle.
He smiles, catching your gaze on him.
“See something you like?”
Your gaze snaps up to his honey-colored eyes, crinkled up in a smile.
“No... I mean, yes… I mean…” you make a soft noise that has Gator swelling with pride.
He walks towards the door and pauses in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
“Thank you again,” You smile up at him “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
He leans in closer, inhaling your sweet floral scent, “Anything for you, Blossom.”
You gasp softly at the intimacy of the pet name.
He lets out a soft chuckle before softly patting the doorframe and stepping out onto the porch.
You wait until he climbs into his truck before you shut and lock the door, leaning back against it and closing your eyes. What is this alpha doing to you?
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The next morning, you stretch out in your nest, humming as your joints pop and crack. You get up and get ready for work before, you head down to the kitchen and quickly pack up the leftovers from last night.
You head to work, and there’s an extra little bounce in your step as you take orders and fill coffee cups.
As soon as your morning shift is over you start your trek over to the sheriff’s office. You skip up the steps letting yourself in and stopping at the reception desk.
“I’m looking for-“
Suddenly you feel a little embarrassed by your actions, but there’s no backing out now. Especially not with the look the receptionist is giving you.
“I’m looking for Deputy Tillman.”
She nods and points you in the right direction, “third door on the left. Just before the end of the hall.”
You head down hall in the direction you’d been told, stopping in front of the door with his name on the glass. You stop and knock on the door before taking a step back.
“What do you want?” You hear his voice snap before the door is flung open and you jump back clutching the lunch you had packed to your chest.
“Blossom? What are you doing here? Is everything alright?” He looks you up and down and checks you for injuries before looking down the hall and pulling you into his office.
You tense up under his touch, still clinging to the lunch bag.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. I just… I brought you lunch.”
You glance down at the offering now feeling foolish.
He stops and looks down at the lunchbox in your hands.
“That’s for me?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow up as his inner alpha begins to preen. ‘Our omega is caring for us. Good little wife.’
You nod and thrust your hands out to him, his finger hooking under your chin to lift your gaze to meet his.
“You didn’t have to do this for me, Blossom.”
“I know, I wanted to,” Your voice comes out softer than you’d intended, “I liked cooking for you.”
“Yea Omega? You liked cooking for me?” Gator smirks and steps into your space taking the lunch box from your hands, “You’ll make such a good little wife someday, hmm?”
His thumb gently grips your chin as he slowly leans in, your breath hitching in your throat.
“Gator..?” You look into his eyes searching for something.
He slowly seals his lips over yours, his soft lips stealing your breath as your heart beats wildly in your chest. He smirks softly against your lips wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him, as he releases your chin and his hand moves to cradle your jaw and the back of your head.
When you break the kiss Gator rests his forehead against yours, looking at you, watching your face for your reaction.
You breathe heavily, your eyes closed as you revel in his scent.
“I can hear your heart beating, little omega…” he whispers into the space between you.
You smile softly and open your eyes looking up at him.
“I… I’ve never… I’m waiting for my alpha.” You whisper back.
He captures your lips again, groaning against your lips at the idea that he’s the first and only alpha to have ever held you like this.
You melt into him, slick beginning to drip from your center. You pull yourself away and gasp, looking up at him, no one has ever had this kind of effect on you.
“Gator…” you pant, your hands clutching into fists at your sides as you try to calm yourself.
He smirks and kisses your forehead gently, knowing he has to play his cards just right.
“Thank you, Blossom. Lunch is perfect.”
You chirp softly at his praise, and he smiles pulling you back closer to his desk. He sits in his chair pulling out the food you’d brought for him.
“Looks delicious.”
He digs in and you jump up, sitting on his desk, telling him all about your morning, not even realizing his free hand is holding on to your calf, softly squeezing.
He finishes eating, and you immediately gather your Tupperware and repack the bag. There’s a loud bang on the door before it’s being thrown open.
You jump as Sheriff Roy storms into the office.
“You forget you’re at work son? I’ve been calling you for 20 minutes.”
“Sorry, I was eating.”
Gator stands up, and helps you off his desk his arm protectively around you, as you shrink in on yourself a bit.
“Who’s this? You don’t have time for distractions. There’s work to be done.” Roy says, his hand resting on his holster.
Gator feels you tense up against him and has to hold back the growl from his inner alpha. The urge to protect you bubbling up from within.
“This is Y/N. She brought me lunch after I fixed the sink at her place last night. Just a little thank you.”
“Well aren’t you a good little omega.” Roy says, as he looks you up and down.
Gator gently lifts your chin and looks at you, “Let me walk you out okay, Blossom?”
You nod and hold onto the lunch bag tightly, keeping tight to Gator as he walks you past Roy walking towards his office door.
“Nice to see you again, Sheriff.” You glance up at Roy as you pass him, before looking back down as Gator escorts you to the front of the station.
“Did you walk here?” He looks around for an unfamiliar car, frowning at you when he doesn’t see one.
You nod and gently kick a little pebble on the ground with the toe of your shoe, knowing he’s going to be upset after he had insisted on driving you home the night before.
“Blossom. You need to be careful. Call me, and I’ll come get you. Okay? Don’t you have a car?” He softly rubs his hand over your arm, right where his tattoo marks your skin.
You chew your lip and he grabs your chin. He rolls his thumb over your plush lower lip pulling it from between your teeth.
“Don’t do that.”
“I’m sorry…” you look up at him and he smiles.
“Good omega.” His alpha preens at how obedient you are.
“I do have a car but, it’s broken and I don’t know what’s wrong with it.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.
“My sweet little omega. That’s all you had to say. I’ll swing by after work and take a look. Okay?”
He leans in to capture your lips once again, only to be thwarted by the booming voice of his father coming down the steps behind him.
“Gator! Let’s go! We got a call.” Roy doesn’t wait for his son as he swings up into his truck.
Gator presses a quick kiss to your unsuspecting lips before turning and running back to his father’s Bronco. He hops into the passenger seat and they peel out of the parking lot. After the dust and gravel settle, you turn and begin your trek home.
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“She’s a pretty omega son. Isn’t she from the diner?” Roy glances at his son as turns the truck down a dirt road.
Gator looks over at his father a little perplexed by the question, Roy’d never really taken an interest in anyone Gator’s gone out with.
“Yeah, she’s a waitress.” Gator tucks some dip into his lip before tucking the canister back into his pocket.
“You know son, we could find you a nice girl at the church. You don’t have to go slumming around with some random omega from who knows where.” Roy says, staring at the road in front of him.
“She’s not just some random omega. She’s mine. She’s got my tattoo…” Gator works hard to control the anger rising up in him, looking at his father as he pieces together that information.
“She’s your soulmate? How long have you known?” Roy says as he takes another turn.
“Found out last night when I went over to fix her sink. I saw the tattoo and I knew.”
“And she’s not wearing your mark on her neck this morning, why?” Roy looks at his son, a frown etched into his features.
“It wasn’t the right time. She’s a little timid, I’m not trying to scare her off. I want her to come to me. To want me.” He smirks, adjusting the cap on his head.
Roy lets out a humorless chuckle before knocking the cap off his son’s head.
“You’re an alpha. Act like it. You take what is yours. She should be wearing your mark and she and Karen should be together planning a bonding ceremony. None of this pansy shit.” Roy parks the truck and looks at his son.
Gator opens his mouth to say something in his defense but his father cuts him off.
“Let’s get this done, so you can go and actually make me proud.”
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You’re waiting in the living room, dinner keeping warm in the oven when you hear a truck pull up outside. You feel butterflies fluttering in your belly in a way you’ve never felt before as you skip over to your front door. You wait for Gator to knock, not wanting to appear too eager.
As soon as his knuckles rap on your door you’re pulling it open, but the sight of him makes your heart feel like ice and sink into the pit of your stomach.
Gator is sporting a fresh black eye. His lower lip, the one that had been pressed to yours only hours earlier, is now swollen and split.
Worse he’s holding his arm protectively to his chest. You know it’s injured as well.
“Oh my goodness! Gator… what happened?” You very carefully grab his uninjured hand and pull him into your home closing the door behind him.
“Perp got the jump on me…”
You lead him to the bathroom and get him seated on the edge of the tub.
“Let me get you cleaned up.” You say, your voice is soft, trying to hide how shaken you feel.
You grab your first-aid kit from under the sink and get to work. Wetting some gauze to clean his lip and chin working as gently as you can. You pop an ice pack and wrap it in a towel for him to hold against his swollen eye. Your hands work diligently as you care for him.
Gator isn’t used to soft hands. His wounded pride at letting you see him like this eased some by your patient treatment of him. His alpha, tucked away at the back of his mind perks a little as he’s once again surrounded by your scent. ‘Our omega cares.’
He isn’t thinking clearly as you gently remove his jacket, to get a better look at his injured shoulder.
The last thing you expect to see is your same tattoo emblazoned, plain as day in the same spot on Gator’s right bicep.
You freeze you thought your heart had sunk earlier when you’d first seen him on your doorstep, but that’s nothing compared to what you’re feeling right now.
“What’s that..?” Your eyes are locked onto the tattoo, and that’s when Gator snaps out of it.
“Oh shit! Blossom. About that. I was going to tell you-“
“So you did know. You knew, and you didn’t tell me. You just thought it was funny to play around with my feelings?” You whisper, tears forming along your lash line.
“No! No, I swear.” His voice is stronger, pleading for you to listen to him, to understand.
He drops the ice pack and reaches for you, but you step back out of his reach.
“Get out of my house.”
“Blossom you can’t be serious. I was going to tell you. I-“
“I said, Get out of my house.” Your voice is stronger the second time you say it.
Gator looks at you and snatches his coat up.
“Fine! Who needs an omega like you anyways?”
He storms out of the house, slamming the door behind him, hard enough to make the glass in the window panes rattle.
You look down at the blood-soaked gauze on the floor before sinking down and hugging your knees, surrounded by the crimson-colored squares.
He lied. Your alpha not only had marked your body with the most hideous image you could imagine, but then once he had known about you, he lied.
“What did I do wrong? I try to be a good omega. It’s just not enough.” You look up at the ceiling, your head resting against the wall as you ask the universe.
“Why? Why? Why?”
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A/N: I promise this isn't the end for these two. I've got big things coming.
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yourfavoritewitchbitch ¡ 1 year ago
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Bestie Nyx! I love their dynamic! (Even though Gator is a manipulative little shit!)
Leave it to Roy to always be an asshole in any au.
Can't wait for more!
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The Ink That Binds Us - Chapter 2
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Summary: Gator knows something you don't. Now the only question is what will he do with this information?
Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, eventual smut, 18+ mdni, mentioned unwanted touching, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning).
Word Count: 3k
A/N: Thank you to @babyjakes for making me custom dividers even though you know nothing about Fargo, and nothing about Gator. You're the best. ILY!
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You are his soulmate.
His mouth is dry as he stares at his tattoo on your skin. He clears his throat and looks back at your face breathing a sigh of relief when you don’t seem to have noticed his look of realization.
“Please, Gator. I didn’t know what to do.”
You lead him into the kitchen and his eyes get a little wide when he sees the water on the floor. He picks up a trace of distress in your scent as you take in the scene in front of you.
“Okay, okay baby. We’ll fix it. Don’cha worry your pretty little head.” The term of endearment rolls off his tongue almost without permission.
He grabs his tools, pushes his sleeves up his forearms, and immediately lays down sliding under the sink and cutting off the main water supply. He asks for a bucket to drain your sink trap before he replaces the plumber's tape and tightens the connectors with a wrench.
You can’t help but watch as his muscles flex through his long-sleeved shirt. You feel something in the pit of your stomach. ‘Alpha is caring for us’ your omega hindbrain says, but you push that thought down, back where it came from.
He grabs one of the towels and dries himself off and smiles dumping the bucket to make sure it doesn’t leak before turning the water supply back on.
“There you go. All fixed.” He stands and pushes his hair back out of his face.
Watching as you immediately bend over and start cleaning up, giving him an amazing view of your ass as you collect the wet towels from the floor.
“What do I owe you?” You ask, straightening up and balancing the laundry basket on your hip.
Gator steps closer to you, reveling in your scent now that your blockers are wearing off. His large hand reaches out and gently settles on your hip.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
His palm is warm through your clothes, your cheeks, and even the tips of your ears heat at his suggestion.
You step back out of his range and his hand falls back to his side as he watches your face intently.
“Are you hungry? I made dinner.” You anxiously run your hand over your hair, smoothing it down, avoiding his intense gaze.
He smirks as his alpha preens.
“Dinner sounds lovely, little omega.”
You quickly reheat the chicken and veggies you had made for yourself and serve him first, something else that makes his alpha glow with pride.
‘Good omega, she will be a good little wife, caring for us, and our pups.’ Gator smiles crookedly as his inner alpha purrs, and you set the plate in front of him. He digs in immediately, moaning at the taste.
“This is amazing. You made this?” He says, around a mouthful of food.
You grimace a little at his manners before nodding.
“My grandmother taught me to cook when I was young. I’ve always loved it.”
You sit across from him and start to eat your dinner, watching as he devours his.
“Hungry, Gator?”
He laughs.
“I don’t often get home-cooked meals. I eat at the diner more than anywhere else. And my dad’s omega, Karen? Well… let’s just say he didn’t mate her because she can cook.”
That gives you pause.
“Your dad’s omega..?” You ask cautiously.
“Yeah?”
He looks at you as he finishes up his dinner and reaches into his pocket pulling out his vape. He inhales deeply before slowly letting out a long exhale of sweet-smelling smoke.
“She’s not your mom?”
“No.”
He offers no more information so you don’t press him. Instead, you stand and immediately start to clean up the kitchen, as Gator watches.
Once you’re finished he stands and you turn to face him.
“I have to work early tomorrow…” you say, gently rocking on the balls of your feet.
He nods and grabs his tool bag off the floor, you can’t help but focus on his hands as they grip the handle.
He smiles, catching your gaze on him.
“See something you like?”
Your gaze snaps up to his honey-colored eyes, crinkled up in a smile.
“No... I mean, yes… I mean…” you make a soft noise that has Gator swelling with pride.
He walks towards the door and pauses in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
“Thank you again,” You smile up at him “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
He leans in closer, inhaling your sweet floral scent, “Anything for you, Blossom.”
You gasp softly at the intimacy of the pet name.
He lets out a soft chuckle before softly patting the doorframe and stepping out onto the porch.
You wait until he climbs into his truck before you shut and lock the door, leaning back against it and closing your eyes. What is this alpha doing to you?
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The next morning, you stretch out in your nest, humming as your joints pop and crack. You get up and get ready for work before, you head down to the kitchen and quickly pack up the leftovers from last night.
You head to work, and there’s an extra little bounce in your step as you take orders and fill coffee cups.
As soon as your morning shift is over you start your trek over to the sheriff’s office. You skip up the steps letting yourself in and stopping at the reception desk.
“I’m looking for-“
Suddenly you feel a little embarrassed by your actions, but there’s no backing out now. Especially not with the look the receptionist is giving you.
“I’m looking for Deputy Tillman.”
She nods and points you in the right direction, “third door on the left. Just before the end of the hall.”
You head down hall in the direction you’d been told, stopping in front of the door with his name on the glass. You stop and knock on the door before taking a step back.
“What do you want?” You hear his voice snap before the door is flung open and you jump back clutching the lunch you had packed to your chest.
“Blossom? What are you doing here? Is everything alright?” He looks you up and down and checks you for injuries before looking down the hall and pulling you into his office.
You tense up under his touch, still clinging to the lunch bag.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. I just… I brought you lunch.”
You glance down at the offering now feeling foolish.
He stops and looks down at the lunchbox in your hands.
“That’s for me?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow up as his inner alpha begins to preen. ‘Our omega is caring for us. Good little wife.’
You nod and thrust your hands out to him, his finger hooking under your chin to lift your gaze to meet his.
“You didn’t have to do this for me, Blossom.”
“I know, I wanted to,” Your voice comes out softer than you’d intended, “I liked cooking for you.”
“Yea Omega? You liked cooking for me?” Gator smirks and steps into your space taking the lunch box from your hands, “You’ll make such a good little wife someday, hmm?”
His thumb gently grips your chin as he slowly leans in, your breath hitching in your throat.
“Gator..?” You look into his eyes searching for something.
He slowly seals his lips over yours, his soft lips stealing your breath as your heart beats wildly in your chest. He smirks softly against your lips wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him, as he releases your chin and his hand moves to cradle your jaw and the back of your head.
When you break the kiss Gator rests his forehead against yours, looking at you, watching your face for your reaction.
You breathe heavily, your eyes closed as you revel in his scent.
“I can hear your heart beating, little omega…” he whispers into the space between you.
You smile softly and open your eyes looking up at him.
“I… I’ve never… I’m waiting for my alpha.” You whisper back.
He captures your lips again, groaning against your lips at the idea that he’s the first and only alpha to have ever held you like this.
You melt into him, slick beginning to drip from your center. You pull yourself away and gasp, looking up at him, no one has ever had this kind of effect on you.
“Gator…” you pant, your hands clutching into fists at your sides as you try to calm yourself.
He smirks and kisses your forehead gently, knowing he has to play his cards just right.
“Thank you, Blossom. Lunch is perfect.”
You chirp softly at his praise, and he smiles pulling you back closer to his desk. He sits in his chair pulling out the food you’d brought for him.
“Looks delicious.”
He digs in and you jump up, sitting on his desk, telling him all about your morning, not even realizing his free hand is holding on to your calf, softly squeezing.
He finishes eating, and you immediately gather your Tupperware and repack the bag. There’s a loud bang on the door before it’s being thrown open.
You jump as Sheriff Roy storms into the office.
“You forget you’re at work son? I’ve been calling you for 20 minutes.”
“Sorry, I was eating.”
Gator stands up, and helps you off his desk his arm protectively around you, as you shrink in on yourself a bit.
“Who’s this? You don’t have time for distractions. There’s work to be done.” Roy says, his hand resting on his holster.
Gator feels you tense up against him and has to hold back the growl from his inner alpha. The urge to protect you bubbling up from within.
“This is Y/N. She brought me lunch after I fixed the sink at her place last night. Just a little thank you.”
“Well aren’t you a good little omega.” Roy says, as he looks you up and down.
Gator gently lifts your chin and looks at you, “Let me walk you out okay, Blossom?”
You nod and hold onto the lunch bag tightly, keeping tight to Gator as he walks you past Roy walking towards his office door.
“Nice to see you again, Sheriff.” You glance up at Roy as you pass him, before looking back down as Gator escorts you to the front of the station.
“Did you walk here?” He looks around for an unfamiliar car, frowning at you when he doesn’t see one.
You nod and gently kick a little pebble on the ground with the toe of your shoe, knowing he’s going to be upset after he had insisted on driving you home the night before.
“Blossom. You need to be careful. Call me, and I’ll come get you. Okay? Don’t you have a car?” He softly rubs his hand over your arm, right where his tattoo marks your skin.
You chew your lip and he grabs your chin. He rolls his thumb over your plush lower lip pulling it from between your teeth.
“Don’t do that.”
“I’m sorry…” you look up at him and he smiles.
“Good omega.” His alpha preens at how obedient you are.
“I do have a car but, it’s broken and I don’t know what’s wrong with it.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.
“My sweet little omega. That’s all you had to say. I’ll swing by after work and take a look. Okay?”
He leans in to capture your lips once again, only to be thwarted by the booming voice of his father coming down the steps behind him.
“Gator! Let’s go! We got a call.” Roy doesn’t wait for his son as he swings up into his truck.
Gator presses a quick kiss to your unsuspecting lips before turning and running back to his father’s Bronco. He hops into the passenger seat and they peel out of the parking lot. After the dust and gravel settle, you turn and begin your trek home.
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“She’s a pretty omega son. Isn’t she from the diner?” Roy glances at his son as turns the truck down a dirt road.
Gator looks over at his father a little perplexed by the question, Roy’d never really taken an interest in anyone Gator’s gone out with.
“Yeah, she’s a waitress.” Gator tucks some dip into his lip before tucking the canister back into his pocket.
“You know son, we could find you a nice girl at the church. You don’t have to go slumming around with some random omega from who knows where.” Roy says, staring at the road in front of him.
“She’s not just some random omega. She’s mine. She’s got my tattoo…” Gator works hard to control the anger rising up in him, looking at his father as he pieces together that information.
“She’s your soulmate? How long have you known?” Roy says as he takes another turn.
“Found out last night when I went over to fix her sink. I saw the tattoo and I knew.”
“And she’s not wearing your mark on her neck this morning, why?” Roy looks at his son, a frown etched into his features.
“It wasn’t the right time. She’s a little timid, I’m not trying to scare her off. I want her to come to me. To want me.” He smirks, adjusting the cap on his head.
Roy lets out a humorless chuckle before knocking the cap off his son’s head.
“You’re an alpha. Act like it. You take what is yours. She should be wearing your mark and she and Karen should be together planning a bonding ceremony. None of this pansy shit.” Roy parks the truck and looks at his son.
Gator opens his mouth to say something in his defense but his father cuts him off.
“Let’s get this done, so you can go and actually make me proud.”
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You’re waiting in the living room, dinner keeping warm in the oven when you hear a truck pull up outside. You feel butterflies fluttering in your belly in a way you’ve never felt before as you skip over to your front door. You wait for Gator to knock, not wanting to appear too eager.
As soon as his knuckles rap on your door you’re pulling it open, but the sight of him makes your heart feel like ice and sink into the pit of your stomach.
Gator is sporting a fresh black eye. His lower lip, the one that had been pressed to yours only hours earlier, is now swollen and split.
Worse he’s holding his arm protectively to his chest. You know it’s injured as well.
“Oh my goodness! Gator… what happened?” You very carefully grab his uninjured hand and pull him into your home closing the door behind him.
“Perp got the jump on me…”
You lead him to the bathroom and get him seated on the edge of the tub.
“Let me get you cleaned up.” You say, your voice is soft, trying to hide how shaken you feel.
You grab your first-aid kit from under the sink and get to work. Wetting some gauze to clean his lip and chin working as gently as you can. You pop an ice pack and wrap it in a towel for him to hold against his swollen eye. Your hands work diligently as you care for him.
Gator isn’t used to soft hands. His wounded pride at letting you see him like this eased some by your patient treatment of him. His alpha, tucked away at the back of his mind perks a little as he’s once again surrounded by your scent. ‘Our omega cares.’
He isn’t thinking clearly as you gently remove his jacket, to get a better look at his injured shoulder.
The last thing you expect to see is your same tattoo emblazoned, plain as day in the same spot on Gator’s right bicep.
You freeze you thought your heart had sunk earlier when you’d first seen him on your doorstep, but that’s nothing compared to what you’re feeling right now.
“What’s that..?” Your eyes are locked onto the tattoo, and that’s when Gator snaps out of it.
“Oh shit! Blossom. About that. I was going to tell you-“
“So you did know. You knew, and you didn’t tell me. You just thought it was funny to play around with my feelings?” You whisper, tears forming along your lash line.
“No! No, I swear.” His voice is stronger, pleading for you to listen to him, to understand.
He drops the ice pack and reaches for you, but you step back out of his reach.
“Get out of my house.”
“Blossom you can’t be serious. I was going to tell you. I-“
“I said, Get out of my house.” Your voice is stronger the second time you say it.
Gator looks at you and snatches his coat up.
“Fine! Who needs an omega like you anyways?”
He storms out of the house, slamming the door behind him, hard enough to make the glass in the window panes rattle.
You look down at the blood-soaked gauze on the floor before sinking down and hugging your knees, surrounded by the crimson-colored squares.
He lied. Your alpha not only had marked your body with the most hideous image you could imagine, but then once he had known about you, he lied.
“What did I do wrong? I try to be a good omega. It’s just not enough.” You look up at the ceiling, your head resting against the wall as you ask the universe.
“Why? Why? Why?”
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A/N: I promise this isn't the end for these two. I've got big things coming.
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yourfavoritewitchbitch ¡ 1 year ago
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Jesus! Bestie Nyx! This keeps getting better!
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Are you kidding me???? 🫠
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Fuck!!!!🫠🫠🫠
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Can't wait for next part!
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Summary: Omega reader moves to Stark County, ND after her grandmother dies and she inherits her house. She gets a job at a local diner where she meets charismatic asshole alpha, Deputy Gator Tillman. Will his rough around-the-edge ways push her away before she even knows that he’s her perfect match?
Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, making out, building to smut, eventual smut, 18+ mdni, mentioned unwanted touching, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning).
Word Count: 1.8k
It’s been three days.  
Three days since Gator saw that look of absolute betrayal on your face. He knows that he fucked up. He knows that he should have just told you he was your alpha when he realized, but he wanted you to come to him. To want him. To desire him. The way he desired you. 
He’s sitting outside the diner in his truck, keeping one eye on traffic, according to dispatch, the other eye focusing on the diner looking for any sign of you. He knows he should just go inside and say he’s sorry, and work on earning your forgiveness, but something’s holding him back. 
He groans and leans his head back against the headrest, gently banging it against the worn leather.  
“Why is she so difficult…?” He mutters to himself.
He’s still sitting in the parking lot an hour later, disposable vape drained completely, when your co-worker Julie clocks-out. She walks over to his truck and gently knocks on his window. 
“Deputy Tillman? If you’re waiting for her she’s not here today. She called in. Same as yesterday.” 
He gives the older woman a look, eyebrow raised. 
“I’m just watching for speeders ma’am. Have a nice night.” 
He dismisses her without so much as a second glance as he reaches for his vape only to toss it back on the seat next to him when he remembers it’s empty. As soon as the older woman is out of ear shot he slams his hand against the steering wheel. His mind racing a mile a minute as he figures out his next move. 
He starts his truck and heads for home. Racing around corners and revving his engine.
 Running into the pole barn, he grabs some tools he doesn’t keep in his regular tool bag in the truck bed. He radios dispatch to sign off for the night before he heads back towards town, back to your house. 
He pulls up and parks in front of your neighbor’s lawn, looking over at your house. The only light on in your house is one towards the back. So he’s quiet as he makes his way up your driveway. 
He tries the door on the side of your garage and is pleasantly surprised when he finds it locked. His alpha perks up, ‘good omega. Keeping safe.’
He grabs a metal card from his wallet and slips it between the door and the frame, popping the lock. He slips inside and closes the door behind him. He sets down his tool bag and looks at your little car. 
He spots your key hung on a hook and sighs, “Blossom… you were doing so good, but thank you. That’ll make this easier.” 
He snatches them up and cracks open your big garage door, before attempting to start your car. He listens to how it clicks and nods before popping the hood and getting to work. 
A little while later he tries again and smiles when it starts right up. It needs an oil change as well but he’ll take it into town for that. He doesn’t want to worry about the disposal. He wipes his hands down and locks everything up before walking up to your door. 
It’s pretty late but your light is still on so he doesn’t feel guilty when he knocks. 
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You’ve been lying in bed most of the day. Watching Netflix and forcing yourself to sip from the cup at your bedside. You frown when you hear a knock at your door. You check your phone and there’s no missed calls or messages. 
You get up and slowly cross the house peeking out the window, your heart skipping when you see Gator standing on your porch.
You crack the door to speak to him. 
“Gator… it’s late. What are you doing here?” Your voice is defeated, tired. 
“I fixed your car. Just like I said I would.” 
“You… You fixed my car?” You look at him, and while your omega is begging you to step into his arms to let her be calmed by his alpha, you refuse. 
“Yeah, no more walking to work, or to the station to bring me lunch. It’s all fixed.” He smiles, his alpha purring. 
‘All fixed. Omega is cared for.’ 
You can’t believe it. You look at him, really look at him. Taking in his grease and oil stained shirt and knuckles, and the smile on his face. 
“No Gator. No, it’s not ‘all fixed’. You can’t just come in here and do whatever you want and assume that it’s going to make everything better. It’s not all better. You lied to me. How am I supposed to trust you?” You clench your hands into fists, struggling to get the words out, without becoming emotional. 
He frowns, his hand resting on your door frame as he leans closer into your space. His scent wrapping around you, doing a little to soothe your omega. 
“I didn’t lie-“ he starts, surprised when you cut him off. 
“Well you didn’t tell the truth either.” 
“Omega. C’mon. I fixed your car, what more do you want?” He looks down at you stepping closer, slowly closing the space between the two of you as he edges his way into your house. 
“How about a real apology?” 
“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry? I’m sorry. There okay? All fixed?” He says, his jaw tightening. 
“No, not all fixed. If you think that’s a real apology we have bigger problems.” You say, softly stomping your foot.
He watches you and a small smirk crosses his face. 
“Oh Blossom… you should know better than to behave like that. C’mon now. I said I was sorry.” He leans in closer and you put your hands on his chest to stop him. 
He grabs your wrists and holds them in one of his hands as he steps closer leaning in and kissing along the side of your neck, nipping softly at your scent gland and your omega takes over, whining and whimpering softly for him. 
He smirks softly against your skin, backing you against the wall in your entryway, kicking the door shut behind him. 
“Blossom, let out my little omega. C’mon. Let her out to play.” He mumbles softly against your skin as he leaves open mouthed kissed over your pulse point. 
You moan softly and gently tug against his hold. 
“G-Gator…” you whimper, softly. 
“Nuh uh… who am I?” He smirks, pulling away just a bit to look into your eyes. 
“Alpha.” 
“That’s right, Omega mine. Your Alpha.” 
He leans in and kisses you deeply expecting a bit of hesitation from you but is pleasantly surprised by your willingness to kiss him back. He rests his free hand on your hip and holds you close. 
“My sweet girl… my sweet omega. You're gonna present for me. Gonna let me make you mine?” He smirks against your lips. 
You nod eagerly, “please, need it. Need you.” 
“Good girl. My sweet Blossom. You wanna show me your nest?” He coos, softly. 
It’s like someone dumped ice water on you. You whine softly as you pull away. 
“Not yet… I’m not ready.” You look up at him and bite your lip, nervous at his reaction. 
He gently releases your hands and cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb over your lip. 
“Thought I told you to stop that. I’m not going to push you any further than you want to go. I’m your Alpha, Blossom. We have all the time in the world.” 
He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. 
Your omega is soothed by his warm embrace, ‘Alpha is here. Do not let him leave again. Make him promise.’
“Gator?” You peer up at him, staring into his hazel eyes, pleading for honesty. 
“Yes, Blossom?” He murmurs softly, looking into your eyes matching your intensity. 
“I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I want you to stay.” You gently wrap your arms around his waist. 
He chuckles softly and pulls you closer resting his chin on top of your head. 
“Blossom. I’m not going anywhere.”  
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The next few weeks go by smoothly. Gator comes to visit you at work. Flirting with you shamelessly over the counter in an effort to get a rise out of you. Smirking like the cat who got the cream when he does. 
One night you’re locking up the diner when you feel someone sneaking up behind you. You tense and whip around ready to claw at their face, but Gator easily catches your hands and pulls you into his embrace, smelling like palo santo, sage and that damn strawberry-kiwi vape. 
“Easy tiger. It’s me.” He chuckles, holding you tight. 
You gently hit his chest.
“Gator! You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that!” You pout.
That just makes him laugh harder, and drop kisses all over your face before kissing you deeply, nipping your lower lip a little more aggressively than he dared previously. 
“But it’s so cute when you think you can attack me, Blossom.” 
You whine softly against his lips, your center forming more slick than usual at his antics. 
“You like that, Omega? Hmm?” 
His massive, warm hands, are seemingly everywhere, one running down your side to settle on your hip. The other on the side of your neck, his fingers, curling up around the base of your skull to support your head as he kisses you again. 
You nod and arch into his chest, your fingers hooking into his vest and gently tugging. 
“I don’t like this… take it off.” You mumble against his lips, before softly trailing kisses down his chin and along his jaw. 
He laughs again, and that only makes you angry so you tug harder against the straps, your mind becoming a bit cloudy. 
“Blossom, I honestly don’t mind but we’re still in the parking lot. You really want me to strip here?” He smirks, starting to work on the buckles for you. 
“Don’t care.  Need them off. Need you. Too hot. Can’t think.” 
You help him pull on the final buckle so you can worm your way into his vest wrapping yourself in his scent and warmth. Groaning at the sensation. 
“Alpha… Need you.” You moan, slick positively dripping down your thighs. 
Gator inhales deeply and grows lowly when he smells it. 
He drags you back towards his truck pushing you into the passenger seat and buckling you in before running around to the driver side and getting in, putting the truck in drive and heading back towards your home. 
“Omega… Blossom,” His voice is tight, almost pained, “You’re in heat. I need to know what you want.” 
You whine and spread your legs reaching for his hand pulling it towards your thigh. 
“Want you Alpha. Want you in every way. Want your cock, your knot, your mark. Please.” 
Gator grips your thigh tight and tries his best to focus on the road. 
“You’ll be mine Omega. You always were.”
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A/N: Stick around for this next one. It's gonna be juicy.
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I think this type of AU was meant for this man!
Always a pleasure to read your work! The visuals are always 👌 *perfection*!
Cannot wait for the next part! 🤭
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Summary: Omega reader moves to Stark County, ND after her grandmother dies and she inherits her house. She gets a job at a local diner where she meets charismatic asshole alpha, Deputy Gator Tillman. Will his rough around-the-edge ways push her away before she even knows that he’s her perfect match?
Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, eventual smut, 18+ mdni, mentioned unwanted touching, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning).
Word Count: 2.4k
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“We were just two broken souls trying to fix one another… Somehow I ended up with a piece of you and you, me.” — Evy Michaels
- 10 years earlier -
You wake up and stretch, your nest is cozy and warm around you. The blankets, pillows, and stolen clothes from the people important in your life are arranged just so. Slowly, you sit up and climb out, headed to the bathroom before you head to school. On your way past the vanity you freeze in your tracks. There on your right bicep is a large tattoo. 
When a soulmate permanently marks their skin, their other half also receives an identical mark. You gasp and cover your mouth, tears forming as you inspect closer. It’s the letters LOL in dark colors, and the O is clearly made up of barbed wire. 
Why would your match do this to you? Why would your alpha mark up your pretty skin with such a crude tattoo? You don’t know who your alpha is, but you're upset, and this has left a sour taste in the back of your throat. 
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- Present Day -
Gator walks into the diner pulling the door open with gusto, knowing he’s late to meet Roy. It seems he’s always late lately. He slides himself into the booth across from his father and sags into the cracked and creaking leather. 
“What kept ya?” Roy asks, not even bothering to look up at his son from his paper as he takes a sip from his coffee. 
“Was dealing with that… uh, assignment you gave me.” He smiles at his father as the waitress sets down a mug, and begins to fill it up for him. 
“Would you like anything else?” You look at the deputy, your hip cocked as you wait for his response, setting the carafe on the edge of the table. 
“You’re new.” Gator looks the new waitress up and down, he knows all the staff in the diner. He eats here more than he eats at home. 
You nod and pull out your notepad. 
“Mhmm just moved here recently.” You pull out a pink pen, tapping the end of it against your plush lower lip. 
He tries to scent you and finds himself a little disappointed when he can’t pick up any trace of you. Damn scent blockers, he’ll never understand why you omegas use them. 
Meanwhile, you’re taken aback by this man’s strong scent. It’s almost as if he’s intentionally giving it off, trying to fill the air around you. Notes of palo santo and sage wrap you in warmth, and nostalgia while still being refreshing, exciting, and new. Your heart begins to race, and you’re nervous that these two alphas sitting in front of you are able to hear it beating out of your chest. You almost miss his order as he asks for what he wants. 
“Western omelet. Bacon and white toast.” He sits back and looks at his father as you make your notes and lift the carafe heading back to the kitchen. He can’t help himself watching the way your hips move as you walk away. 
Roy reaches over and slaps his son upside the head, “If your eye causes you to sin son, pluck it out.” 
Gator immediately drops his gaze and keeps it on the table when you deliver his and Roy’s food. 
He mumbles a soft, “Thank you, miss.” 
Having noted the lack of a mating mark on your neck when you originally took his order. 
You come and refill coffee and check on them, before setting the check on the table. At the bottom you’ve written Thank You in your loopy handwriting, followed by a smiley face. 
You bid them both good day before walking away. The smell of palo santo and sage lingering around you for the rest of the day. 
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 The next day you’re leaning against the cool bricks outside the diner, trying to take some deep breaths and slow your heart rate, when some black steel toe boots enter your line of sight. You slowly look up the khaki-clad legs, your breath catching when you see a gun seated in a holster wrapped snugly around their thigh. That’s when the scent hits you. Palo santo and sage, your eyes snap up to meet the honey-colored ones of the alpha you served yesterday morning. 
“You hiding out here?” 
His eyes aren’t the only thing that’s like honey, the timbre of his voice pours over you like a warm drink on a cold winter’s morning, soothing your heckles that were raised from the alphas inside.
“I’m not hiding from anything.” You snap, your voice harsh. 
Gator’s not used to being spoken to like that, certainly not by an omega. He draws himself to his full height and steps closer. 
“Then what’s got you so riled up, little one?” 
He gently tugs on the hem of your sleeve, and his eye catches on the ink hidden there. 
“What’s that?” He asks, as he goes to lift your sleeve but you slap your hand over your bicep stopping him. 
“Don’t touch me! You alphas are all the same. You don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself.” 
That stops him dead in his tracks. His voice gets low and serious. 
“Who touched you?” 
You fix your sleeve, making sure the embarrassing tattoo is completely covered, “it’s not important.” 
“It is to me, I’m the law. It’s my job to protect.” 
You notice he doesn’t finish that statement but don’t say anything, your eyes dropping back to the ground. 
“Who touched you?” His voice drops even lower, this time into his alpha register, the one that makes it hard for you to resist, your omega hindbrain begging to submit to him. 
When you’re still silent, he’s slightly impressed. Most omegas he knows submit as soon as they hear that tone. 
“Don’t make me ask again.” 
“The alphas sitting in the corner booth… one grabbed my ass as I walked by. Told me I should be raising pups, not working.” The words rush out of you even as you try to hold them back, sometimes you hate your designation. 
A growl rumbles low in Gator’s chest as he stalks into the diner. He spots them almost immediately, two alphas and a beta sitting in the back corner booth by the entrance to the kitchen. You follow after him, nervous about what this hot-headed alpha is going to do. 
He slams his hand down on the table, effectively shutting them up. 
“If I ever hear about one of you touching another omega without their permission again. We’re going to have problems. Do you understand me?” He glared, at the three men. 
“Yeah? I don’t see your mark on her pretty little matting gland. So why don’t you mind your own business?” The biggest of the alphas says, straightening up. 
Gator opens his jacket to reveal his badge and rests his free hand on his holster, the alphas pale as they realize who they’re talking to. 
“I said, do you understand me?” He repeats. 
They nod and throw some cash on the table, pushing past him to leave, not even casting you a glance as they make their hasty retreat. 
You look at him, “You didn’t have to do that.” 
He straightens up and turns to look at you, “How about a little gratitude? If anyone else bothers you, you come straight to me.” 
You look at him, and after a long pause you nod, even though it wasn’t a question. 
“Good.” 
He grabs a seat at the counter and looks up at the specials board.  
“Can I get a Coke and a burger? Fries too…” He trails off, realizing he never got your name. 
“Y/N.” You supply, smiling a little as you write his order on the ticket. 
“Y/N. That’s pretty. I’m Gator.” He sits back as you ring in his order and slide his drink across the counter. 
“Gator… like the animal?” You ask, looking at him as if he’s playing a joke on you, and at any minute, he’s going to bust out laughing because you believed him. 
“Yeah, just like that.” He smiles and pulls a business card from his pocket handing it to you. 
You hold it in your hands and inspect it. Sure enough, there in the center, it says ‘Gator Tillman’ Deputy Sheriff. 
You smile and nod, sliding the card into your apron pocket.
“Well, alrighty, Deputy.” 
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After lunch, Gator spends most of his afternoon sitting at the counter talking to you between customers. 
You find yourself rolling your eyes as he makes terrible jokes, mostly at the expense of the other patrons. 
As your shift ends, you clock out and wash your hands, drying them as he watches you. 
“How are you getting home?” Gator asks as he stands, following you outside. 
You kick your feet in the dirt a bit. 
“It’s not that far from here. I just walk.”  
“Let me give you a lift. C’mon.” He turns and heads to his truck without waiting for your answer. 
You freeze, watching as he jumps up into the cab of his truck. 
“C’mon, it’s too late for you to be walking home. Get in.” He doesn’t leave you any room for argument. 
You hesitate a moment longer before walking around and climbing into the passenger seat of his truck. His scent is so much more intense in this confined space. You find yourself a bit dizzy as you buckle yourself in, and hesitantly begin to give him directions to your house. 
Gator considers himself a pretty good officer. After a moment, he glances over and watches your face as you guide him through the turns towards your home. 
“What’s the matter?” He asks, relaxing back into the seat, and sucking on his vape, being careful to blow the sweet-smelling smoke away from you. 
“It’s just,” you anxiously rub at your matting gland, “I’m an unmarked omega taking an alpha to my house…” You trail off, your skin heating in embarrassment. 
He smirks and takes the last turn onto your street. 
“Yea? Well, I mean… you don’t have to be unmarked for long.” He drapes his arm over the back of your seat, and suddenly it feels as if the temperature in the car shot up 20 degrees. 
You let out a small squeaky noise at which Gator laughs. 
“Relax, I’m just kidding. I’m just dropping you off at home. No funny business, I mean… unless…” he looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your thighs. 
You let out an indignant sound, “Gator!” 
He laughs and turns into the driveway of the little 1950s ranch you call home. 
You grab your bag and climb out of the truck, breathing in the fresh air clearing your head. He leans across the center console of his truck watching as you walk up the steps to your door. 
He rolls down the window and hollers after you.
“See you soon!” 
He says it with such sincerity that you shake your head and roll your eyes fondly, looking back at him. 
“Goodbye, Gator!” You wave before slipping into the house, locking the door behind you.
You peek out the front window and watch as he takes his time backing down the driveway and pulling away. 
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That evening, after taking a shower and changing into pajamas, you flit around your kitchen making yourself something to eat while you relax in front of the TV. 
You turn on the sink to fill your glass when you hear a sound coming from the cabinet below. You frown and open the oak-colored door, gasping when you see water spraying from one of the pipes. 
You quickly turn off the sink, but unfortunately, that doesn’t stop the water from spreading across the bottom of the cabinet and out onto the floor. 
“Shit!” You try to block the flow of water with your hands, but it’s no use. 
You panic, not sure what to do, but you know you need help. Then in a moment of clarity, you remember Gator’s card in your apron pocket. You grab your apron off the hook by the door digging in the pocket before snatching your phone off the counter. You call him in a bit of a daze, watching as the puddle on your floor grows. 
“Pick up, pick up!” You mumble under your breath. 
“Hello?” 
His voice is deeper, gruff over the phone. You feel guilty for inconveniencing him, but you really didn’t have anyone else to call. 
“Gator..?” 
“Y/N? What is it? You okay?” You hear some shuffling, on his end of the line. 
“Um… no? My sink is leaking everywhere, and I don’t know what to do. I… I didn’t have anyone else I could call. I’m sorry.” 
He runs his fingers through his hair, a little surprised at your admission. 
“I’ll be right there. Okay?” 
“Okay. Thank you.” You relax a little, knowing that help is coming. 
You hang up and run to the linen closet grabbing out towels, in the meantime. Your ears perk up when you hear a car pulling up outside only a few minutes later. You run to the door and pull it open. Smiling wide when you see Gator’s truck in your drive. 
He puts his truck in park and gets out, grabbing a toolkit from the truck bed before heading to your front door. He looks good in dark wash jeans and a white shirt, his hair soft no longer styled from the day. 
“Thank you again for coming, I don’t know what else I would have done.” 
He hops up your steps and steps into your home and the first thing he notices is your scent. It permeates every inch of your space, fresh greens, mimosa buds, and beechwood wash over him, fruity and floral. 
The second thing he notices stops him dead in his tracks. Your pajamas consist of shorts that show off your legs, something he’s sure to appreciate later, and a tank top. There on your arm, the mark that he’d noticed earlier, is his tattoo plain as day. Etched onto your skin. 
You are his soulmate.
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