#gator tillman headcanon

[herstarburststories]

gator tillman hates your vibrator.

it's almost a personal offense to him. how come his girl has to rely on fucking devices to jerk off when she has him? he's the damn deputy, he's her man. to gator, it's a man's job to satisfy his woman, make her cum all over his cock, or get her needy cunt dripping on his fingers, or make out with her pussy like it's her goddamn mouth. tillman doesn't like thinking about you, desesperate for cock like the perfect cockslut he trained you to be, searching pleasure on a stupid vibrator.

truth to be told, gator despises the idea of you getting pleasure anywhere but him. perhaps that's on you for whispering that you were a virgin the first time he touched you. the fire set on his eyes, the stupid, retrograde thought that it made you utterly his. no one would ever know your taste, the sounds you made, how pretty you begged, how your pussy was tight and desperate to be filled up, how filled up you got when he said he'd make a cream pie out of that cunt — only gator tillman would know, only he could know how it felt to be your man.

"you aren't always here, gator," you'd try to reason with him, rolling your eyes. "most guys would use it to help them, y'know?"

the glare he gave you would haunt your sleep at night, and move your fingers too.

"most guys are weak pussies, dollface," gator groans, his eyes dark, jaw clenched. tillmans are many things, mostly had than good, but sharing isn't one of them. "they wouldn't know how to suck ya fuckin' pussy how ya like it. wouldn't know how to fuck ya, make you come on their cock. wouldn't know how to get you whimpering while ridin' their faces. wouldn't know how to get you desperate for dick like I do." he'd click his tongue on the roof of his mouth, looking you up and down. his hand would grab your hips possessively — and you wouldn't care if he's being toxic, if he's being irrational. you'd just want him to fuck it out of you.

"gator.." a whine, just like the deputy likes it. to sense the authority he has on you, how your usual outstanding and 'take no shit' behavior shifts into a submissive whore when he takes the hold.

"most guys wouldn't get to make you a cockslut like I did, darlin." gator shoots you a lopsided smirk, his eyes dripping hunger. there's a squeeze to your waist right before he slams you against the nearest wall, his bulge pressing on your body and making you whimper. "good girl, you're gonna call me when you wanna come. forget that fuckin' hell toy. i'm your man, and you're mine. only I get to make you come."

and just like that, you'd be gone. argument long forgotten as he'd spend the rest of the hour pounding you, abusing your clit, making you beg for him to let you come. your mind was out of the window, and so were your complaints gone when gator groaned that he'd fill you up, make good use of that pretty cunt. everything that wasn't gator tillman and his cock disappeared.

surprisingly, so did your vibrator.

insp by this. request gator tillman on the ask. ♡

[wroteclassicaly]

YES DAD GATOR

He’s gonna see his little boy as something small and beautiful, not the way Roy looked at him when he was born.

Scared, his body trembling. Holding him in his massive hands, afraid, but also grateful. This baby can break the cycle, can get out, has the best parts of him. He thinks he’ll mess it up, thinks his dad will come after his son. He doesn’t want that, he’s feeling something inside of him that he’s never felt before. A protective love. One he never got.

[hotwritergf]

Ok… I would like a gator tillman smut like maybe he has been away for awhile because Roy asked him to take care of something and when he comes back all he wants it’s reader but he’s not only f*cking reader but makes love to reader… idk something like that

Far too long / Gator Tillman- Fargo / One Shot / Smut

CW- smut, the term daddy is used, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, p in v, porn with a slight plot, established relationship, x reader.

“Been a while huh princess? Daddy has to work, you know that right? Daddy works to keep those hands of yours soft and manicured, while mine are dirty and calloused. Y’like that though don’t you? My hands all rough, rubbing against this pretty little pussy. Look at her, she’s crying out for me. Your little princess brain is leaking out of her.” Gator teases, he rubs his middle finger through your slit. Separating your folds and zeroing over your clit. Your breath hitches as he begins to curl his fingers inside of you, his fingertips grazing your g-spot every time he pumps them into you.

“Please.. No more. No more teasing. Want you. Please.” You’re begging him, he’s been away for little over two months, some bullshit that Roy had sent him away to take care of. You weren’t interested in his work, you learnt a long time ago to ask no questions. Ignorance is bliss. But your body aches for him, your head full of nothing but Gator Gator Gator. Your clit practically throbbing his name in morse code. He knows just how to tease you, having dated you for so long he knew your weak spots, how to melt that mind of yours.

“See, any other time, Daddy would tell you to be patient. But fuck. Babe, I need to be inside you. Been away far too long. Never again. I’ll work from fucking home and dad can just fucking like it.” He spits his words out like venom on his tongue. You knew he was lying, as much as you loved him, he could never stand up to his father. That’s a problem for another day, you hum as he rubs his dick against your slit. Your pussy acting as all the lubricant you could ever need, leaving his length slick and wet. Ready for you.

With his first thrust inside you, you’re putty in his hands. Your breath hitches as his cock hits your g-spot, violating the area until all you can think about is how good it feels. Nobody has ever fucked you so good.

“My girl. My fuckin’ girl. Missed you so much. Not just this ass of yours either. Missed your love.” Gator groans as he gently slaps your ass, leaning forward to rub your clit. It’s almost too much, the praise and the feeling of his fingers kissing your hypersensitive clit.

“Daddy. Missed you too. Love you. Love how you make me feel, love you.” You manage to get those words out in-between moans, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with every movement he makes deeper inside you. You’re convinced you can feel him in your stomach.

“Love’ya too- Gonna fill you up so good baby.” His words tease you, all your thoughts muddle up into one, Gator. Gator and how he feels, fucking the moans out of your mouth. Gator and how he’s over-stimulating both your clit and your g-spot at once. Gator and how he’s still wearing that shit eating smirk on his face, knowing how much it gets to you. All you want in your life is Gator.

Your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach, the familiar feeling rising higher and higher. You clench around Gator’s cock. Almost trapping him into cumming inside you as you come undone yourself.

“Close.. so close. Please.” You whimper, your face buried in the pillows of your shared bed as you desperately dribble saliva from your mouth onto the sheets. He picks up the pace, not wanting to waste any more time. He just wants you. He wants to make you feel incredible. And that he does, when your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. Gushing over his cock as your tormented clit becomes even more sensitive after cumming. He doesn’t stop fucking you, he pounds into your hole faster and harder than before. It’s all too much for your little body to handle and he knows that. You can’t hold it any longer, your pussy squirting over your boyfriend and the bed.

Soft groans come from behind you as Gator ruts. Wiping the sweat from his brow and pulling out of you, ropes of cum still dripping from cock and dribbling out of your abused cunt.

Gator wipes the mess from your body and his, ripping the soiled sheets off the bed as you both collapse on the mattress in each other’s embrace.

“Love you.” He whispers against your cheek before planting a gentle kiss through panted breaths. “Love you too.” Your eyes still tightly shut, as if opening them would make the moment just a dream. You squeeze his arm a little, needing something to grip onto as you crash back from ecstasy to reality. The pair of you lay there, breathing each other in, not wanting to move a muscle. Roy better not send him away for this long ever again.

[mrprettywhenhecries]

Valentine's Headcanons | Wingator ❤︎

❥ Gator's never really had a serious relationship before and he's not exactly the romantic type, but he knows Win secretly wishes he'd sweep her off her feet and he wants to do his best.

❥ He thinks about all the cliché stuff he's seen in movies and makes a list, but chocolates, flowers, stuffed animals, or jewelry just don't seem personal enough, he really wants to wow her.

❥ Stumped, he goes to Dot for help, needing her insight, and she suggests a home made candlelight dinner and dessert. Gator likes the idea, but he barely knows his way around the kitchen. He's never had to cook for himself before, but Dot insists that he can learn and she'll teach him something easy to make. She reminds him that it would show Win how much he's trying to learn and grow, to show her that he's willing to do what it takes to be her equal.

❥ He agrees and Dot shows him some simple, but tasty recipes, while Scotty helps him design a valentine's card and helps him decorate their place before Win gets back.

❥ When Win gets home, she's surprised to find the dining room table already set, complete with flickering candle light, soft music playing in the background, and red and pink paper garlands hanging from the ceiling, Gator waiting nervously by her chair.

❥ Gasping, she pulls him into a fierce hug, telling him she can't believe he did all of this for her and that it couldn't be more perfect.

"Gator, you here?" Win called as she dropped her bag and keys on the hutch by the door. "Something smells good," she mused, stopping in her tracks when she stepped into the dining room, her mouth falling open at the sight of the table.

“Did you make all this?” she asked, gaping at the candlelit dinner he’d prepared and he flashed her a sheepish grin.

“I had a little help, but for the most part, yeah,” he answered, watching her expression carefully. “Wanted to show you I could, y’know, learn to contribute. We’re a team, right?” he murmured and Win didn’t think she could love him any more than she did then.

“We’re a team,” she echoed, stepping closer to slip her arms around his shoulders. “A damn good one,” she added, and Gator’s grin grew, his arms encircling her waist.

“So, how’d I do?” he asked, even though he could tell how well already.

“Well, I’ll have to taste the food first to know for sure,” she teased, unable to keep a smile from her face. “But I’d say this is by far the best Valentine’s gift I could ever ask for.”

Gator smirked against her lips as he bent his head to kiss her. “Just wait til what I’ve got planned for afterwards.”

Win let out a giddy laugh as she squeezed him tighter. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s eat!”

dividers by @/cafekitsune

@super-unpredictable98 @girlwiththerubyslippers @heartbreak-sandwich @b1tchywheeler @babydollbaron

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Would love to hear your thoughts about boyfriend!gator 👀

EEEEEEEEE okay, just for you :3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[togeprinxess]

Can we have more virgin!Gator fics!? PLLLLEASEEE 🥵🥵🥵🥵

I’ll do anything 😭

[reysdriver]

"gator would love eating pussy" "gator would know exactly where the g-spot is" NO TF HE WOULDN'T!!!

have you SEEN that man's bedroom or how he talked about women while he was bargaining in episode 9??? Or even just how he acts in daily interactions??

That man is a stank loser; he is foul and awful and he would not give a flying fuck about female pleasure!!

but I still love him...

[herstarburststories]

sitting on gator tillman's face to shut him the fuck up.

a/n: I know this is lateee, I'll post two kinktobers today and two tomorrow to get on the right track of the days. beware> oral sex (female receiving), hate/love relationship, mentions of humping, and dirty talk

Gator Tillman gets on your nerves sometimes.

No, scratch that. He always gets on your nerves. You don’t know what irks you most about him: the stupid smirk; that disgusting vape; his baseless facede of confidence; the constant teasing sarcasm in his words, if he were incapable of taking anything seriously; or, maybe, it was how he was so impossibly gorgeous even when he was bleeding out. 

Gator irritates you more than any other being, from the poor excuse of a politicians to the stupid policimen that you face from time to time at the station.

So, it’s good to finally shut up his mouth. Even better, you’d put it for a good use for once.

His brown eyes glow and widen as he looks up to you, naked body impatient on the mattress as he nibbles on his bottom lip in anticipation. Tillman's cock is already hard only from making out and some humping. It’s so easy to get him all worked up for you.

You throw your shirt away, and Gator lets out a quiet grunt his response. His idiotic lips are parted slightly as he watches your tits. You aren’t wearing a bra and fuck, he just wants to touch you, but for right now, this isn’t about him. Well, not directly.

This is about how furious you are because Gator Tilmman has no right to make you feel like a high school girl discovering how a crush felt. You were always surrounded by a light-hearted feeling that made you want to do a dumb thing like kiss his smoke lips in the back of a bar or jump in front of a bullet to save his ungrateful ass.

How did you, of all people, develop a crush for Gator? Gator is, well, Gator! – a pathetic, cocky son of a bitch. Come on, you’re smarter than that! You’ve gotta be a masochist. 

Nonetheless, you get rid of your pants and underwear, pussy almost dripping for this idiot. Tillman whimpers at the sight, licking his lips. The only thoughts revolving around in his head are: I need to taste you.

''Fuck.''

You glance at him, the beginnings of a smile lightening your features. The big, bad deputy certainly doesn’t have the usual arrogant look on his face now.

You still have your boots on when you climb on top of the bed, and Gator doesn’t seem to care one bit. If anything, his livid, chocolate orbs catch a glimpse of you, naked and climbing on top of him, only wearing those fucking boots. He gulps, not remembering the last time he’s been this turned on. He is a goner.

You place your hands on his shoulders, and you’re sitting on his legs. The wetness of your needy cunt makes a mess there. Part of you wants to ride his thigh, rubbing until you achieve your share of relief. You have a thought or two about just taking his length inside you — how couldn’t you? The tip of his hardness is pressing against your belly, his desire palpable from the precum sluicing your skin. When Gator groans, it’s almost silent; animalistic, even. He grabs your hip as if you were his. God, you want to be, but not today.

Tillman leans in to capture your mouth in another savage kiss, but you pull back. He gives you a confused look. “Wh--”

“That's not where I want your mouth.”

At first, his eyes go wild and you can see him swallwing, salivating, And then, Gator offers your that malicious grin. It’s filled to the brim with confidence. “Well, dollface,” he breathes, and you groan at the stupid nickname he probably gives to every single woman he meets. Son of a bitch. “What’s it to you, then? You want me to get on top of you so I can fuck you nice and slow?” You are about to laugh at his face over the implication of being dominated by him, but Gator's fingers slide into a clandestine meeting with your clit, carefully caressing it as if you were lovers. All you can do now is sink your nails into his skin and moan, shamefully loud. “Or you want to ride my thigh? Come without even touching my cock like a good slut?”

That wasn’t your plan, but it felt so good. If Tillman's fingers are that heavenly, fucking his cock might turn you into a goddess, but you can’t.

You aren’t going to give in that easily. He tried to give you orders through the whole day at the station. The others might have a high tolerance for moods of Roy Tillman's son, but you don’t. You’re going to teach him a thing or two about shutting the hell up.

You push his hand away, your body aching as if you broke a bone. Yet, you persevered as you took a deep breath and grinned impishly at Gator, devouring the despair in his eyes when he no longer has his hand on you.

“You talk way too much, Tillman.” Your fingertips trace a line from his jaw to his neck, trailing down his chest; always following his foolish, adorable freckles. You catch a glimpse of goosebumps rising under your touch. It only causes your smirk to go wider. Gator is glaring at you with raised brows, and you push him to lay on his back.

His cock twitching is proof enough that he enjoyed that.

You press your warmth on his length, retracting your hips when he tried to get inside you. Gator lets out a beautiful, frustrated grunt.

“Dollface...” Now that’s better. And suddenly he’s groaning your name, fully aware only you are giving him pleasure. This is personal, this is dwindling, it’s everything you both have been craving.

“You talk too much, Gator. Always trying to look like the fucking man in the room” You’re basically climbing on him now, your pussy enjoying the small relief of friction from Tillman's hips, his stomach, his chest. You opt to sit there. “Someone should shut you up.”

Gator wishes he could answer. He wants to smirk at you, bring up other teasing comments only to get more of this. You are frisky and dominant – everything his body and soul begged for. Yet, he can’t bring himself to do anything other than lean his head forward in an attempt to catch your pussy with his lips. You smell so good. He can’t wait to taste you. He just wants to eat you out, but you pull away from him with a laugh as if you found amusement in his suffering. Fuck, he’s getting even harder

Gator Tillman is so touch-starved for anything you’re willing to give him.

You rise from his chest, your wetness leaving him soaked. He can’t complain, though. Not when you blessed him with the sight of paradise.

That’s it, Gator decides. Your cunt is the best thing he has ever seen, and he needs to toy with it.

Because you’re over his head, literally. Knees to the mattress on each side of his head, your pussy is right on his face, so appetizing and wet all for him.

“Dollface..” he tries, but you are quick to stop him. It’s a good thing. He’d probably make a fool out of himself from begging to let him touch you, just a little.

“Shh, sweetheart. Just shut up.” Gator barely catches a glimpse of pleasure for that before you sit on his face. “Now eat me out.”

Nevermind, this is his heaven.

You bite your lower lip, trying to regain some composure as you coil your fingers around the bedpost, nails pressed so strenuously into the hardwood there that you wouldn’t be surprised if you left marks carved there. What else are you supposed to do? Gator doesn’t waste any time when you sit on his face, eating you out like you’re a fucking meal and he’s a starving man. His chin and lips and nose are all wet from you.

This man is fucking hungry for you.

“I knew that pretty mouth of yours could go to good use, baby,” you mumbled amidst his pornographic groans, grinding your hips down to ride his face. Gator shoves his tongue inside your warmth, finding comfort between your tight walls.

He pulls away, but only because he needs to breathe. Tillman nibbles on your inner thigh, smirking when you whine for him. So gorgeous and delicious. He gets your clit between his teeth carefully — this isn’t supposed to hurt.

You inhale sharply, looking down to catch him in the act. He looks so hot like his, eating you out with his viridescent gaze fixed on your face as if you were his grand enlightenment. You look like everything he never thought he could have when you were like this: sitting on his face and giving yourself to him, glancing at Gator with your hands fixed on the headboard and tresses of your hair falling on your face.

After this, he has to kiss you some more. He just has to.

For now, though, the deputy is more than happy eating out his prey. He enjoys every aspect of this. You taste as if you were made to be this good for him. The tip of his tongue brushes your G-spot, and he can’t wait for you to come. 

The idea of tasting your orgasm makes his cock ache deeply in the best ways possible. Gator's freaking sure he’s about to come untouched because of your needy cunt.

He licks your clit before enveloping you with his lips, sucking on you at your neediest. You begin to lose your cognitive senses, melting into a screaming mess and pressing your pussy closer to him. Tillman is almost suffocating, and he couldn’t be happier. 

Your thighs tighten around his ears, a cry leaving your lips as Gator focuses all his attention on your clit. He only pauses to sink his tongue into your warm wetness before coming back to your sensitive spot.

You clutch the bedpost as if you are holding onto dear life as you come all over Gator's face. He tries to catch all of you — not because he doesn’t want to get dirty, but because he ain’t gonna miss one single drop of your juice. 

You taste so fucking good, much better than anything he has ever put on his tongue. Tillman is an addict now, and he can’t get enough of your cunt, your cum, or you.

He licks you clean, getting the most he can of you, and you whine through the intense sensation of freedom that comes with it. Fuck Gator and his spoiled tongue.

You get up with trembling legs. Your hand slides to find his hard cock and offer what relief you can, but you just find milky come on his stomach.

Did he come only from eating you out?

Holy fuck.

You make the mistake of looking at his face after that realization. He’s breathless, glancing at you and licking your juices off his lips. He looks flushed and satisfied, smirking with dimpled cheeks. You can see your come on his chin and nose. “Remind me to never stop talking if this is how you’re gonna shut me up.”

request for kinktober. reblogs and comments are magic. ♡

[wroteclassicaly]

Can we talk about Gator having another fight with Roy, because he failed to do something correctly?

So Gator drives to your place in the middle of the night and drops to his knees in your doorway after you answer the door, half awake, and he tears your panties off beneath your sleep shirt, burying his face in your cunt until you’re cumming all over his mouth. Meanwhile, the front door has been open and he’s not stopping until he accomplishes what he came for.

“At least I did one thing right.”

[thequeenintheeast]

The Halloween (the 31st? lol) confrontation is very telling of both Dorothy and Gator. Firstly Dorothy knew after she kicked the first set of kidnappers butts they were gonna come way harder this time. Hence the haunted house set up. She was all prepped to straight up kill them this time until Gator reveled himself. Then she tried to pull her punches and flee. Which was what Roy was hoping for. Gator though was also pulling his punches from stepping in as he said if we need to deal with the husband leave the kid. Which hilarious that he faithfully calls Wayne Dotys husband not Roy ever. Even when Roy’s calls him out he just says sure.

Him being effectively tough with his own group just proved he wasn’t dumb. His father just needed to keep him small and feeling like a little boy to control him effectively. There is a big contrast with how he acts with his group of thugs vs how he acts with Bowman. Who seemingly has been Roy’s good friend for many years as Roy calls him “brother” and seems to listen to him. Something he def does not do with Oden. I’m thinking Bowman’s dad was ranch manager before Bowman and him and Roy grew up together.

It was hilarious and sad watching Gator and Doty try to have an aggressive confrontation through smoke and mirrors to avoid touching each other violently at all costs.

Unrelated nice foreshadowing when Gator pulled the cookie sheet out of oven and said God Nadine your gonna burn down the house.

This season was so well written. Apparently Noah’s mother was a therapist for domestic violence survivors and it really shows that he had a strong knowledge base to draw off of. People say the conservative nonsense will date the season. But I don’t think so it’s such an afterthought because both Lorraine and Roy just use the “conservative” agenda to further their own agendas. It’s clear neither truely believes that it’s just means to an end for them. Which is what’s it’s like for so many moderate conservatives in America right now. It’s a convenient narrative until it’s not. The character writing and acting was just so good this season. It’s so re watchable.

It’s amazing that everyone was well rounded even the “villains” of the story. Because humans aren’t born bad their experiences teach them how to survive and then they do what they think will keep them safest and “happiest”. Brain chemistry is a piece but just a small piece. Unless they are severely impaired. Which none of these characters are.

Anyway prob more to come. I’m just really into Gator/Nadine. Them being each other’s only real “friends” during the darkest times of their lives really hits me.

Lorraine def thought Scotty wasn’t Wayne’s. I’m thinking she thought Gator was Scotty’s birth father and Gator came to blackmail Doty about it. Which what all the need to be POA stuff came from. But that’s another story.

[hotwritergf]

Gator Tillman thinks he’s real funny by saying “got ya a new necklace love.” Watching your eyes light up and then widen as his simply clamps the palm of his hand against your throat with a shit eating smirk plastered on his face.

[gambitxrogue11]

Gator probably gets plea deal once he rat out Roy and gets witness protection.. then after serving at least a year or two he gets to walk free and Dot would pay for his eye transplant..

Then visits Roy just to see him suffer in prison.

[periprose]

How are people writing fanfiction for characters in shows that literally haven't come out yet?

like we don't really know anything about this guy. And if it's following the typical fargo format... lol some of these fanfictions are gonna age poorly.

[springfaekohaku]

A Rabbit Cannot Pretend To Be Bigger Than Itself

Chapter 1

Darkness was something Gator became quite acquainted with since Ole Munch, an immortal sin-eater gorged out his eyes with a heated knife.

The last thing he saw was the red burning tip of the blade, screaming that he didn’t realise was coming from his own throat and deafening his ears, the pain made everything go white and his remaining eye roll at the back of his head.

He thinks he saw stars, the world go all distorted and in the midst of blinding pain and adrenaline, losing his voice as his screams becomes hoarse, he almost has this moment of pure reprieve, bliss and euphoria…but it was all torn away as Ole’s voice soothes him, so calming and pitying; he wasn’t done with just one eye. Gator feels tears begin again in his right eye, not sure if he can even produce tears in the eye Ole just took, but he sobs, knowing it’s not over yet.

Gator wanted out at this point, he’d rather be dead. He wanted Dot, he wanted her freshly baked cookies and warmth.

It felt like hours, no, an eternity since Ole’s gentle yet firm grip on his face is holding him still and Gator is helpless as Ole directs his last vision to his face and finally that same red hot knife shows itself again. Gator knew Ole wanted him to remember this moment, to have this scene and memory engraved in him, never to forget. The second time, it’s worse. He doesn’t know how, but his nerves are set alight, he’s definitely lost his voice at this point, the white burning pain in his eyes and face is too much; yet he stays conscious. He thought that the second time would be something he could handle, but the break in between as Ole put Gator’s eye in a jar made Gator put his guard down and his body slumped in response.

He definitely doesn’t like the colour red or any warm colours for that matter anymore. He definitely doesn’t want to come across anything hot or heated for a while either.

After his eyes were taken, his eye sockets now caved and carved, he recalled the smell of burnt flesh, blistering like pain and his body going limp in defeat and exhaustion. The phantom feeling of Ole’s hands and fingers holding him upright, the constant pet name of “Rabbit” being said and addressed to him. How he actually preened and loved the attention, he was down a sense and all he can feel, hear, smell and touch was Ole. The very man who was his target, who he tried to hunt down to make his father proud. A man who even though afflicted the pain, soothes his wounds and bandages them with cloth around his head. A small comfort.

Gator will never forget how powerless, small and insignificant he felt in that moment, his first moments of eternal darkness and how much of a prey he truly was. Was this the only way for him to be humbled, to finally have this eyes opened and see truly how much his father has corrupted him? He was no longer the predator he thought he was, he was not a winner, he was never going to be the som his father would be proud of. He should’ve known ever since his father told him why his name was Gator in the first place, how stupid and delusional he was to even think he had a chance to redeem himself in hopes that he’ll be Roy. That he’ll be deserving of that name.

Unfortunately, Ole is right. Gator is not this opposing and threatening predator, but a rabbit who tried to go against its nature and pretend to have claws and sharp teeth.

The rabbit is forced to take off its fake claws and teeth, retire the wolf fur it disguised itself as and mourn the loss of its eyes. In any other of case, a rabbit that is deprived of one of its senses is a death sentence in the wild, however, this rabbit will live. The rabbit will live as how nature intended it to.

Gator doesn’t remember the events that happens next, he vaguely recalls himself being tied and lead like a dog in a leash. His father’s voice, Gator calling out to him and being pushed into him and feeling cold everywhere. Everything is black, he calls out again but really, he wanted Dot. He wanted to cuddle up to her again.

Which is exactly what he got after everything was done and over with. The sound of sirens, voices everywhere and his brain going overdrive at the events that had just taken place. How he turned his father in and redeemed himself. Not entirely, but he felt it was the right path to take in order to get there. It’s only as he asks Dot for a hug, that when she encloses her arms around him and promises she’ll visit him in prison with his favourite cookies — that he finally lets himself break. He cries, he sobs with his whole body, he doesn’t think he cried any tears, which felt weird but his nose begun to run and he had to sniff a bit to keep it from running more. At least to him, that proved he can still feel, react and show emotion; the way his throat had that painful lump and whimpers screamed for someone to help him and love him. Gator finally feels a mother’s love once more.

He feels the warmth and sense of safety be taken from him as he’s cuffed to the stretcher and escorted by paramedics to the hospital. It takes a long time months perhaps, he would loose track of time and dates a lot. He doesn’t remember much, but it was cold, which he liked, but it was only bearable because Dot returned by his side and kept him company until their trial date. Their relationship was on the mend and they had a lot of time to recover and get reacquainted again. After Gator was cleared medically and prescribed medications for his treatment and road to recovery, he was also assessed for other concerns regarding his psychiatric state and was diagnosed with abandonment issues, complex PTSD, depression and anxiety. It’s honestly not surprising but to have it officially confirmed and on paper (which he couldn’t even read) felt all too real to him. His eyelids are permanently glued shut as well and he finds it more comfortable because of it.

After the trials, court, case and whole legal ordeal, his sentencing and hearing his fathers sentence being incarceration. Gator was sentenced to 5 years of imprisonment, due to the tampering of evidence and his other actions.

However, being the key witness and main accomplice to his father, being the one that turned him in and attested against Roy in court; Gator was able to have his sentence shortened. Not to mention that Dot was able to help shed light on his upbringing, how manipulative and corrupt his father was and how it was hard without his mother. It turned in his favour. He will serve 3 years in jail and because of his conditions, he will be placed in the Federal Medical Centre in Texas. A 2 and a half hour flight.

He thanks Dot for making sure they transfer him to the FMC rather than a normal prison, he knew that as the rabbit he was, he would’ve been eaten alive if that were the case. Fortunately, he has a better chance at surviving prison in a more protected environment, which will cater to his mental and medical needs. He also has Dot and her cookies to look forward to, he feels like that is his primary light in the dark, his willingness to keep living and be better.

He has much to atone for and even more to heal from. Which he’ll do in his time of isolation, even though being blind is basically isolation in itself. He just hopes he doesn’t go crazy in there. He has a lot to learn, to grow and adapt to.

The rabbit is in a new cage now. It doesn’t have its eyes, but it sees more clearer than ever before.

He feels more freer than ever in his life.

[reysdriver]

it depends on if he scooped them like a melon baller or if just scratched them like a cat.

If scooped uh no. If scratched depends on how much damage was done to the retina. And even then, did he scratch the eye itself or just the area around? Sometimes the eye can heal but likelihood is not, however if it does heal it won't be the way it was I personally like to assume he scooped one eye and left him one and kinda felt bad halfway through (at least I would)

I think Ole just burned him and definitely didn't scoop them out but that all does sound right

Also, it would probably make more sense that Ole just burned one of Gator's eyes, because his whole thing was Hammurabi's code and the 'eye for an eye' so it would mean he is deserving of an eye injury if he did both

thanks anon!

[wroteclassicaly]

Gator using his pocket knife to cut off your lingerie, old music from his record player flowing through the humid air (him and those damned oldies).

“Darlin, you think I care how expensive this is? I own the body that’s in it. Can do whatever-the-fuck that I want, you understandin’ me?”