#i want to brush his head and back like he's a gator and i want to hear him bellow do you see my vision 😊

[lae-zels]

dragonborn • dark urge • 🩸💀 • 4/∞

[buckysgrace]

Good Graces

Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader (Gator is in his early 20s and reader is 19ish)

CW: Stepcest/Pseudocest, dry humping, unprotected p n v sex, degradation, cum eating, spanking, Gator’s a bit of a perv but who is really surprised

Your relationship with Gator is anything but pleasant. Your forced proximity drives you insane and he does nothing but pick on you to make it worse. You hate him. At least you think you do.

Gator was a pest. Well, for the most part. Sometimes he’d help you out with chores on the ranch, things that you weren’t used to doing. But most of the time he teased you to no end, constantly finding a way to crawl underneath your skin.

Underneath the dinner table he’d try and play footsie with you, grip your knee or rub at your thigh. No matter how harshly you shoved him away or squeezed his fingers he always came back. 

He was like a middle school boy when he was around you, always finding the need to tug on your bra straps or mess with your hair. Usually you’d just ignore him, but he seemed to really enjoy seeing how far he could push you until you snapped. Which seemed to be more often than not.

“Knock it off!” You snapped, shoving his large hand away as you fixed your tank top again. The warm summer sun was about to melt you, you didn’t need Gator’s irritating voice to add to that. You brushed your hand across your shoulder for good measure, trying to erase the feeling of his fingers against your skin. 

“They’re falling.” He stated as he leaned against the barn, cocking his eyebrows up towards his forehead as you struggled to balance the basket of vegetables against your hip. You slowly bent down for the eggs next, careful not to drop them this time around. 

“Because you won’t leave them alone.” You replied in annoyance, speaking the truth as you successfully held onto both baskets. His lips curled into a smirk, perfectly pink and smooth as he brought his vape up towards his lips. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t dress like a tramp then.” He stated as he shrugged his shoulders, mocking you as he pushed his lips out into a mocking pout. Asshole. He’d made a point of calling you that since he’d accidentally found a pair of your thongs. 

“Maybe you should mind your business,” You told him seriously, ignoring the way your tank top straps fell down your shoulders again, “Or you could help carry something.” You said seriously, feeling like all he wanted to do today was watch you. 

“Okay stepsis.” He smirked as he took the basket of eggs from your arm. His fingers lingered against your side for a second too long, spending sparks up the side of your body. You quickly shoved him off, like usual. He was grabby.

“Don’t call me that.” You mumbled as you carried the vegetables back inside of the house. He wasn’t your brother and you weren’t his sister. You were just two strangers stuck underneath the same roof. Forced into close proximity. 

“What should I call you then?” He teased as he dropped his elbows onto the counter in front of you, resting his chin on his knuckles. You inhaled deeply, wondering how badly it would hurt if you whacked him with the carrot in your hands, “Sour puss?”

“No.” You ignored his gaze as you turned the water on, beginning to scrub the dirt away from the vegetables. He leaned across, purposely shutting the faucet off. 

“Okay, darlin’.” His lips curled into another annoying smirk, brown eyes flashing in mischief as he held his hand over the handle. Challenging you, he was definitely playing with you. You could feel your blood boiling as he swaggered his way towards you, standing behind you in a looming manner. 

“Stop it.” You demanded, huffing as you shook your head as his fingers fell against the curve of your neck. You didn’t want him to call you anything. And you really didn’t want him to touch you. You wanted to continue to pretend like he didn’t exist, like your whole life hadn’t been uprooted into this little hell. 

He leaned towards you, breath fruity as he hummed near your ear. Goosebumps spread down your neck, across your body as your fingers became frozen. Everything felt too warm suddenly. Too intense as you snapped your eyes towards his. 

“Sure thing, mama.” He grinned as he pulled away, sun rays dancing off of his eyes to create a golden hue as he slowly pulled away. His tone was deep, raspy even as he blew the words out towards you. Your heart hammered roughly inside of your chest, veins burning from the electricity that had suddenly swarmed through your bones.

It was odd, such a weird little name that for some reason left you tongue tied and your expression frozen into a state of shock. Your fingers dug so tightly into the carrot that you thought you might snap it in half.

His expression was cocky, far too full of himself as he turned on his heel. Your eyes lingered against the back of his head, listening to the sound of his footsteps retreating up the stairs as you desperately tried to dig your way out of your frazzled state. 

-

Nights were harder for you. The lack of sun reminded you of your loneliness, of the hole growing in your chest as you listened to the rain pitter-patter against your window. 

Your room looked ancient, like the decor hadn’t changed since the house had first been built. All of the things that were a part of you had been left in your former house, cities away with your father. The one you were really missing right now. 

You weren’t sure what your mother saw in Roy, but it was enough for her to pack up the both of you and leave your life behind. All of your hopes and dreams. Now you were stuck here; in a crowded house surrounded by politics you didn’t want to discuss and strict rules you didn’t understand. 

You jumped, nearly jolting out of your bones at the flash of lightning striking right outside of your window. Thunder rumbled next, sounding like a freight train as strong winds shook the house. It was too dark to look outside, to really see the storm that was brewing. 

You gripped your blankets to your chest, not usually so affected by the dark and rageful storms. But tonight felt different. Perhaps it was because the weather mirrored your emotions, your anger. It was frightening. And you were lonely. The feeling was so intense that you were scared you might drown in it. Or from the rain. 

The power finally went out, just straight died as the fan in your room came to a sudden halt. The air quickly grew muggy, hot and overbearing as you kicked the blankets off of your legs. You could sleep without one.

But then when you turned on your side you pictured a horrible face, frightful and completely unnatural as you snapped your eyes open and then pulled your knees up to your chest. Just to be safe. You wouldn’t put it past Gator to hide in your room and grab your feet.

The rain did nothing to stifle your thoughts as you blindly walked towards the door, letting it creak open as you peeked outside. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness before you confirmed that no one else was moving. Just as usual. Everyone else was going on with their lives.

Candles. You needed candles. Or a flashlight. Some sort of light that wouldn’t leave you in the dark. Especially in this house that seemed to breathe and move on its own. So old that the floorboards had a voice of its own.

The crash of thunder and downpour of rain covered up the squeaky boards you stepped on, leaving you in a blanket of darkness as you blindly searched through the hallways. Downstairs was too risky, and you wouldn’t dare go into Roy’s room.

You searched for the bathroom handle, stumbling around until you were able to wrap your fingers around the doorknob. You blinked a few times, trying to give yourself some sort of sight in the pitch black hallway. No avail. You were still surrounded in it as you shoved the door open. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Gator’s voice rang into the room, making you jolt as the door slammed open against the wall. You winced, quickly grabbing it as you realized your mistake. You’d gone too far. 

“Do you have any candles?” You asked as you furrowed your eyebrows together, glad that he couldn’t see your frazzled state. You needed some sort of excuse for just barging in. You didn’t want to admit that the dark house had scared you. 

“No,” He huffed, bed creaking to signal that he must be sitting up, “What are you doing?” He asked, his voice gruff. You jolted as the door slammed shut behind you, leaving your heart pumping roughly inside of your chest. 

“It’s dark.” You stated as you crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly remembering how thin your nightgown was. You never wore it outside of your room and owned it just to combat the heat of the house. 

“The power went out,” He stated, voice condescending as you rolled your eyes, “Sure you weren’t looking for something else?” He was mocking you, teasing you like you had crawled in here for some other reason. Pervert. 

“No.” You took a step back, holding your hand out behind you as you searched for the door once again. You didn’t enjoy being locked in here with him. Perhaps your loneliness would be better. 

“Shame.” He teased as a bright light fell onto your face. You squinted your features up, clenched your eyes shut as you quickly covered your face to keep from being blinded by the bright flashlight.

“You’re a dick,” You huffed, “Give me that.” You stepped forward, blinking your eyes slowly until your knees hit his mattress. At least with a flashlight you could read. That would distract you. 

“Not with that attitude.” He snorted as he turned the light off, giving you the brief glimpse of his shirtless form. It made you gulp, your insides tightening from the sight. You’d seen him in his wife beaters before, but never completely bare. 

“You said I could have it.” You argued as you held your hands against your hips, wondering why he had to be such a pest all the time. You had asked nicely. 

“I did not.” He argued in response, holding the flashlight on the other side of the bed as you reached for it. You grumbled, swatting for it again as you tumbled into the bed with him. His mattress creaked underneath the weight of the two of you, the headboard rattling off against his thin walls. 

“Stop it,” You whined, fully knowing you were being just as immature as he yanked the flashlight away from the tips of your fingers again. Your legs fell between his, twisting together as you continued to fight with him, “Gator, knock it off.” You huffed, jabbing your fingers between his ribs this time in hopes that he would release it.

He yelped, dropping the heavy flashlight with a thud as it rolled underneath the bed. You huffed, trying to untangle yourself from him and reach underneath the bed for it. Your muscles strained as he gripped your wrists, yanking you back and shoving you underneath him. 

You froze underneath him, fingers clenched into a fist as you met his warm eyes. You could almost make out the confusion, the want and need in them as your morals slipped away. His body was warm over yours, slid against yours perfectly like a missing puzzle piece. It was like you could feel the electricity spurring between the two of you.

Thunder drew you out of your thoughts, making you lurch as your body pressed fully against his this time. Making him moan. Oh God. He was too close to comfort, but you couldn’t find the will to push him away. You could feel something sparking deep inside of you. 

His body was heavy over yours, warm as his breath coated the crook of your neck. Your insides felt like they had melted away from the heat, slipped into the cracks of the floor as he rutted his hips down against yours.

A gasp left your lips as he crossed a dangerous territory, your clit throbbing in pleasure as his rough palms fell against the curve of your neck. You breathed in deeply, trying to ignore how close his mouth was to yours as you rolled your hips forward to meet his.

Bad. This was very bad. But it felt really good. 

The dark room did nothing to shield the intense look in his eyes as his gaze met yours. You nearly shied away, overcome with a rush of lust as he pushed your legs further apart. No protests fell from your lips as you moved your body upwards towards his, grinding up against his covered bulge. 

You dug your fingertips into his shoulder blades, holding onto him tightly as you felt his hard cock slide against your clothed cunt. Sparks spread through your body, burning harshly as you fully grasped just how large he was. Your mouth was suddenly dry, throat raspy as your hole clenched around nothing. Desperate to be filled.

Your panties clung to your wet folds, sticking in an almost uncomfortably way as you felt your pussy leaking as he dragged the curve of his cock across your slick mess.

His lips were rough against your cheek, warm as soft moans left his lips. The sounds he created made your insides churn, twisting roughly at how whiny he grew. You gasped as you clung to him, hoping that the storm was loud enough to cover both of your messy gasps. 

Your mind felt fuzzy, overcome with white hot lust as you could no longer recall why something that felt so good could be so bad. Your relationship with him didn’t matter right now, not when you were imaging the feeling of his cock inside of your slick walls. You wanted to feel him stretching you apart, sinking into you deeply. 

You gasped, moans bouncing off of his bedroom walls as you rolled your hips up desperately to meet his frantic thrusts. Your clit was rubbing against his clothed cock in the right way, pleasure building deep inside of you as your fingers dug into his soft hips. 

His hair fell out of place, tickling the top of your forehead as he drifted his lips over yours. You lazily pressed your mouth up against his, just enough to feel the sensation of his mouth but not actually kissing him. 

“Gator,” You breathed out desperately, moaning against his warm lips as your cunt burned in anticipation, “Right there. Please.” The storm around you grew quiet as you focused on the sweet sounds that rolled off of his tongue. Never before had someone been so whiny, whimpery for you. 

His eyes were half lidded as he peered down at you, tongue peaking out against his bottom lip as his fingers fell to your hips. He gripped your flesh tightly, holding you tightly as he dragged his cock across your swollen clit. You gaped, furrowing your eyebrows together as the waves crashed over you.

Heat spread through your body, moans pouring off of your tongue as you rocked your body forward in just the right way. Just enough to push you over the edge and leave you a trembling mess. You pressed yourself up against him harder, whining as the pleasure burned through you.

Your heart hammered roughly inside of your chest, rocking against your bones and flesh as your orgasm rocked through you. Gator gripped you tighter, words of encouragement twisting on his tongue as he chased his own high. 

“Fuck,” He groaned as he rolled his hips forward once, then twice before he stalled on top of you, “Holy fuck.” He grunted, his tone slightly whiny as he pulled his hands away from you. He reached for the waistband of his pajama pants, leaving you in a haze as he released his hard cock from his restraints.

His dick fell heavy against your clothed cunt, resting uncomfortably against your swollen clit. You breathed out deeply, doing your best to keep from staring at his long length. You exhaled roughly, eyes briefly meeting his as he pushed your shaking fingers around his girth.

You could feel your insides twisting in pleasure again, your mind still foggy as you began to jerk your hand up and down the length of his cock. You craved the sounds that fell from his tongue, desperately wishing you could taste his sweet moans. It gave you a rush of pride, making you feel like you were doing something right as you moved your hand a little faster. Squeezed your fingers a little tighter.

“Oh God,” He whimpered, eyebrows furrowing tightly together as he messily dragged his hips forward with your quick motions. He haphazardly worked on the buttons of your nightgown, freeing the top two before he ripped the rest of it away. Buttons landed around you from his rough actions, leaving you gasping as his hands fell to your boobs, “You’re so fucking hot.” He groaned, pinching at your nipples while you squirmed underneath him. 

You brushed your thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading his precum down his long length as you savored the image of his pleasure across his features. You thought it was annoying for him to look so good, so pretty.

His head fell back once again, his hair clinging to the front of his forehead as he desperately rutted his hips forward. The sound of his cock hitting your fist was obscene, dirty as precum continued to leak from his tip. You watched him, noting the lines on his features and how he was clearly trying to hold this out for as long as he could. You could push him away, leave him to finish on his own. But you didn’t. 

“Wanna fuck you,” He whined, pressing all of his weight into his thrusts with your hand. You blinked slowly, imagining how good it would feel to have his cock slinking into your neglected hole, “Please, please, please.” He begged you, eyes heavy with lust as his eyes burned into yours. 

You shook your head, still not that far gone as you rolled your wrist a little faster. Used your other hand to squeeze at his balls as his moans grew wider and wider. Your whole body flushed from the sounds that rolled from his tongue, definitely louder than you had ever been. 

He cried out as his orgasm crashed over him, rocking through him in strong waves. You clung to him, savoring the way his features wrinkled up into pleasure and how his body shook on top of yours. 

You gasped as thick ropes of cum fell onto your exposed ribs, your hardened nipples and onto your neck and chin. Messy. It was all too filthy, dirty as it laid heavily on your skin. Proof of your sin. Of his. 

But he didn’t seem to mind. Not at all as he dragged his fingers across his cum, swooping it up against his fingers before he smeared it across your lips. You stared in horror for just a brief second before you licked it away, admiring the taste of him on your tongue.

His hands drifted across your curves as you swallowed his spunk roughly. It was so wrong, but that did nothing to soothe the fire inside of you. You watched as his fingers landed at the band of your panties, tugging them down your legs slowly.

You did nothing to stop him, even lifted your hips up to help him. You felt like something else had taken over, some sort of monster as a choked gasp left your lips. He turned towards you in amusement, taking a slow lick from the material. You were embarrassed at the way your legs clamped together, a fresh rush of pleasure rushing through you. 

“Tramp,” He stated, eyebrows cocked together as he rolled off of you. His shoulders fell against yours, his chest rising and falling in the rhythm of yours, “See you in the mornin’.” He exhaled roughly, leaving you to stare up at the ceiling as everything came crashing down around you. You listened as he fiddled with the dresser next to him, before you were hit with the smell of fruit. He’d found his vape in the dark. 

You didn’t know what to do. If it was best to stay and pretend to sleep, or to collect your regret and cling the torn material of your nightgown over your exposed body and leave. 

You turned, pulling his sheet up over your chest to hide your shame. The mistake settled over you heavily, nearly drowning you as you listened to how his breathing became deeper and slower. 

-

Avoiding Gator after that was hard. Not on your part, but certainly on his. You had given him just a little bit of what he desired and now he wouldn’t let up. He was touchier than usual, would lean in closer and whisper to you like he expected something to happen. 

And it really did affect you, but you had prayed for so long after the other night that your knees were bruised from the floorboards. You weren’t doing it again. You didn’t agree with your moms choices but you didn’t want her to be disappointed with you either.

You had just finished your hair routine, your pajamas hanging loosely on your body as you took one quick glimpse of yourself in the steamy mirror. Disappointment, shame, disgust. That was all you could recognize in your eyes. 

Your feet dragged across the old floorboards, making you wince as you hoped not to wake Roy again. He had been particularly rude to you the last time it had happened. But it wasn’t your fault his house was ancient.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed, quickly shutting your door behind you as you took in Garor spread out across your bed. It was slightly funny. He tried so hard to look tough and yet here he was, lying comfortably across your girlish bed. 

“Does your mom know you read filth?” He asked as he flitted his eyes up towards you in amusement, holding one of your books between his fingers. You quickly crossed the room, anger brewing in your stomach as you yanked the book from his grip. 

“It can’t happen again.” You replied shrilly, feeling like you were losing your mind as you clutched the book to your chest. His white shirt hung tightly to his body, slightly drifting up over his exposed hips. You could make out a tuft of hair poking out from his sweats, but you didn’t let your eyes wander for too long there. 

“Why not?” He asked dryly as he pulled his vape up towards his lips, taking a deep exhale and then blowing it out into the air. You grimaced, sure that by the time you got him kicked out your whole room would reek of him. You didn’t need that remembrance, you could still feel his stains against his skin. 

“Because it’s wrong,” You stated, your face burning from humiliation, “And it wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re my brother.” You reminded him, cringing as the word rolled off of your tongue. You wondered if this was the right time to bring up the panties you’d been searching for as well. You knew he had them somewhere. 

“Step brother,” He corrected, “And it was just for fun.” He shrugged his shoulders, like it really was no big deal. You blinked, shaking your head at him. He just didn’t get it. You didn’t even want to think about what his dad would do if he found out. 

“Get out of my room,” You told him as you took a step to the side, avoiding his gaze as he watched you the whole time, “And shut the door.” You said quickly, not wanting to deal with anymore of his antics. You just hoped he got the hint.

And for a few days it seemed like he did. He didn’t touch you, tease you or even look at you. You should be happy. But something about his actions made you bitter. You felt even more alone, stuck on this huge ranch with no one to talk to. You craved his annoying banter. 

Your task for the day was cleaning the barn, but so was Gator’s. Only he had decided to do it as far away from you as possible. Which you should be glad about, but it irritated you more than anything. Perhaps that’s why you had whipped out your dress, hoping for some sort of attention from him. 

Your bracelet gave way against one of the little fences, falling into a fresh bed of hay. You sighed in annoyance, unable to free the rusted locks to push it open. You paused for just a second, pushing your head between two of the wooden pieces to reach down and grasp it.

Your mistake was quickly realized as you straightened up once again, the material of your dress catching on a piece of the fence. You felt your eyes widen, clearly unable to break free without ripping your clothes off. 

“Gator,” You breathed out in frustration, “I need help.” You gulped, feeling a little embarrassed as the wood dug into your ribs. You breathed in deeply, holding your breath as you tried to squeeze your way out again. No such luck. 

“I’m not doing your chores.” He grumbled from across the barn, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. You quickly relaxed again, knowing you should be nice for just a moment. Even if it killed you. 

“No!” You sighed as you shifted again, trying to get the back of your dress freed, “I’m stuck.” You whined as your back dragged against the fence once again. You quickly stopped in fear of getting little blisters in your skin. 

“What do you mean?” He asked, the sound of his footsteps approaching as you tried to wiggle yourself out once again. How cruel. What a dumb situation you had gotten yourself into. 

“I can’t get out.” You whispered, feeling defeated as your hands went limp against the wood. You waited for him to parade your defeat around, to tease you for getting yourself into such a mess. Stupid, stupid. 

He laughed from behind you, clearly mocking you as his shadow formed over the floor in front of you. You fought the urge to huff, to roll your eyes and snap at him. You didn’t want to get left here. 

“What are you doing?” You squeaked out in worry, feeling his boot kick your feet apart. You swallowed harshly, feeling your heart pumping roughly against the crook of your neck as his hand fell over your shoulder. 

“Helping you.” He said simply, making you squeak as he pushed your shoulders further down. You gulped, chest digging into the wood below you as he fumbled with the zipper on your dress. You listened intensely, shivering underneath his touch.

“Did you get it?” You asked, pulse quickening at the feeling of his warmth against yours. You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to ignore the excitement that was pooling through you as his hands moved further down your spine, resting at your hips. 

“Almost,” He mumbled, likely trying to hide his mischief as he flipped the hem of your dress up over your hips. You swallowed roughly, finding no protests as he began to rub his palms across the curve of your ass, “You’re really in there.”

You blinked slowly as you felt his rough palms across your bare skin, then back over your panties as he teasingly pulled the band of them and then released it roughly against your skin. You gasped, jolting as you wiggled your hips in response. 

“Uh huh,” You hummed along, nerves jolting around roughly as you felt his bulge against the back of your thigh. You fought the urge to stick your hips up higher in the air, wishing that you didn’t want him as badly as you did. Maybe God wasn’t watching, “Can you fix me?” You asked softly, hating that your view was of the hay covered ground and not of his handsome features. 

You shut your eyes as you listened to the sound of his belt coming undone, then the feeling of your panties sliding down your thighs. You pondered for just a quick second, trying to decide if you were really going to allow this to happen.

“Gator,” You squeaked out in surprise, eyes snapping open as you felt his fingers spread your folds apart. You chewed on your bottom lip, standing up on your tippy toes to bring yourself closer to him, “Oh my God.” You exhaled roughly, eyes widening as the head of his cock fell against your cunt. 

“You’ve got such a pretty tang,” He praised you, making you whimper as he continued to drag his tip in between your folds, “Wanna feel her so bad.” You moaned at his filthy words, wanting to feel him too. Morals be damned. 

“Please,” You desperately tried to turn to face him, only to be reminded of the wood in front of your face, “Need it so badly.” You moaned as his palm fell against the side of your ass, the sound echoing as prickles of pain spread across your skin.

He squeezed his fat cock through your hole, leaving you breathless as he slid inside of you slowly. Each inch made it harder to breathe, to think as the pleasure traveled deep through your body. It was so wrong, but felt so right. 

You whined as his cock filled you to the brim, making your eyes roll out at the delicious way your cunt stretched around his girth. Your fingertips dug into the wood, gripping onto anything for support as your legs threatened to give out.

You exhaled roughly, lips falling apart as spit fell to the corner of your lips. Every rough movement from him made you feel like he was sinking into you deeper, like he was meant to be buried deep inside of you. 

His hands were hot against your skin, exploring every inch and curve as he slowly dragged his cock out until only his tip remained. You couldn’t control the sound of your moans as he slammed back into you, the tip of his cock pressing roughly against your bundle of nerves each time.

“Gator,” You whined as you licked at your wet lips, drooling onto the floor as he rutted his dick deep inside of you. Your eyes felt hazy, heavy as he hit his palm roughly across your exposed ass cheek, “Oh Christ.”

You felt like you were burning as he continued to push his cock deep inside of you, making your toes curl in your boots. No thoughts of how wrong this was crossed your mind as he continued to drag your limp body back against his cock, your cunt leaking around his thick girth. 

“Yeah?” He grunted as he continued to squeeze at your flesh, sounding out of breath as the sound of his balls hitting your skin echoed in the barn, “You like your big brother’s cock?” He hummed the dirty words towards you, not at all leaving you in disgust.

You whined as you desperately grinded back against him, eyes rolling back in bliss as he reached around to rub at your swollen clit. He groaned from behind you, deep and whiny as he messily rocked his hips against your ass. There wasn’t much rhythm to his motions, but you were both so desperate that it worked. 

“Mhm, yes, yes,” You whined, unable to control your tongue as the pleasure burned deep inside of you. You were sure you’d never felt something so dirty and pleasurable at the same time, “Harder. Please, please.” You begged this time, putty in his hands as he snapped his hips harder inside of your leaking cunt.

Your pleasure felt like wildfire, untameable and intense as your walls clamped down across his thick girth. The sounds of your body meeting filled your ears in a sweet melody as everything else disappeared around you. All you cared about was how good he was making you feel. 

His powerful motions moved you onto the tips of your toes, almost knocking your head towards the floor as you held onto the fence tightly. It shook underneath the weight of you two, like it wasn’t built to keep either of you in place. But Gator didn’t seem to mind. And neither did you. 

“Oh God,” You breathed out, moans mingling with his whines as he desperately dug his fingertips into your flesh, sure to leave marks. The curve of his cock fit inside of you perfectly as he dragged you up and down his long length, leaving you desperate for more. You wanted to feel all of him, “More, more.”

“Fucking whore,” He huffed, just as out of breath as you were. But you could still make out the smirk on his tone. But you had no fight left as you whimpered in agreement, knowing without a doubt that this was the worst thing you’d ever done, “God, you feel so good.” He whined as spit fell down across your ass, gliding smoothly off of your skin.

The pleasure was too intense for you, too crushing as your shaky legs fell together. You whimpered, unable to find the words to speak as your muscles clamped from your bliss. You exhaled, moaning as your climax crashed over you roughly.

Gator cooed as he rocked you through it, his fingers rubbing at your bud between your legs as his thrusts became messier. Rougher. It all felt too good, too blissful.

“Gator,” You whined as you licked at your lips again, sighing as you felt his slick balls hit against your skin once again. You enjoyed the feeling of him buried deep inside of you, far more than you should, “Jesus.” You spit out, unable to say anything else as he moaned in response.

“Fuck, fuck,” He huffed, whimpering as his voice cracked from his own pleasure. He held onto you tightly, the tip of his cock pressing deeply against your spongy walls as his cock throbbed inside of you, “Feels so fucking good.” His tone was rough as he came inside of you, painting your walls white with his cum.

The deed settled roughly on top of you as you breathed in deeply, listening to his rough pants as he pulled his hands away from your sore clit. You whimpered as you felt him pull free a second later, leaving an empty feeling that spread through you. 

You could feel the mixture of the two of you dripping from your swollen hole, but he quickly collected the combination of your cum with his. He shoved it back inside of your cunt with his long fingers, making you gape from the sensation.

“Such a slutty girl,” He teased, leaving you breathless as he curled his cum deep inside of you, “My favorite little sister.” 

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Gator Tillman x Reader

Summary: Your husband has a problem with alcohol, which creates problems with the law. His latest stunt just might put him behind bars for a long, long time. Luckily for you, Deputy Sheriff Gator Tillman has offered you a way to save your husband from such a fate. But serving justice Gator’s way may be a tight fit…

This shouldn’t be happening. You hated Gator Tillman, and he was, at the very least, indifferent about you.

“Got yourself in a tough spot, don’t ya?” he grinned down at you, his breath dusting your nose. It smelled like that disgusting vape he was always puffing on, some kind of mango/pineapple combination. The smell reminded you of Fruit Stripe, except instead of smelling like a single stick of gum, it smelled as if Gator had crammed the whole pack in his mouth at once. Too sweet, so sweet it was nauseating. And yet…

“Aren’t ya gonna answer me, pretty girl?” Gator pressed, leaning in till the tip of his nose brushed yours. “I mean, you can still say no if y’want. I’ll be a gentleman about it...” The corner of his mouth rose in a grin. “…Promise.”

You believed him. Gator didn’t scare you; he pissed you off. All the times he’d arrested your husband, the way Gator had talked shit about him to his face…it made you sick. Your husband may have been the most infamous drunk in Stark county, but he was a human being, too, a fact Gator cruelly ignored.

This time, your spouse was facing more than a couple of nights in county jail. The Tillmans had warned your husband that their generosity was running thin. After countless failed attempts at maintaining sobriety, your husband hadn’t been able to stay out of trouble. This latest incident, which had happened last night, was his worst infraction yet: he’d beaten one of his drinking ‘buddies,’ so severely, he’d put him in the hospital.

“It’s really none of my business anyway,” Gator continued. “Whatever happens to your old man, I mean. That’s in your hands-.” Gator took your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs in little circles over your skin. Your cheeks warmed instantly, a heat pooling deep inside you. You hated yourself for wondering what the same action with his fingers would feel like rubbing circles over other parts of your body. Gator clicked his tongue to get your attention; your eyes flicked up to meet his.

“Now listen,” Gator added, his eyes and tone now darker with impatience. “I ain’t got all day. I can clean up your old man’s mess if you want-.” Gator smiled lecherously. “-But you’re gonna have to make a little mess of your own, first…”

You bit your lip, wondering how exactly this was going to go down. Because you knew it was going to happen-you were going to do this-but how would Gator expect you to pay your husband’s debt? In what way?

Gator answered your question by reaching in the back of his truck and pulling out a tattered blanket, which he tossed onto the ground. “No sense in gettin’ your knees dirty, sweetheart,” Gator murmured, taking another drag of his vape. “Told ya I’m a gentleman.” He tipped his vape toward the ground, indicating where he wanted you-“Go on now; you know what to do,”-and you went down on your knees.

Gator removed his utility belt and let it fall to the ground beside the blanket. He unbuttoned his cargo pants and pulled the zipper down, cock pulsing when his hand grazed it, stopping just short of revealing it. He watched the look of confusion color your face when he didn’t go further. “Use your mouth to get it out,” Gator said flatly.

You complied, scooting closer on your knees so your face was level with Gator’s crotch. He didn’t smell sweaty and disgusting ‘down there,’ like you’d assumed he would. The lingering scent of sandalwood body spray mixed with Gator’s natural scent blended into something heady and masculine. You pressed your nose against the soft cotton of his blue boxer briefs and inhaled, deeply.

Gator grunted contentedly, his big hand closing over the top of your head, fingers threading your hair. “Y’like it down there or somethin?” he murmured above you. The metallic click of Gator’s vape pen sounded as he clicked it on, followed by the raspy pull of him taking a long drag. His fingers tightened in your hair, another grunt leaving his throat as he rubbed his crotch against your lips, prompting you to instinctively part them.

Gator was big. You massaged the outline of his cock through his underwear, his thickness spreading your lips wide apart. His tip was pointing upward, confined by the waistband of his underwear, making his full, heavy balls even more prominent. You’d have been lying to yourself if you’d said his cock didn’t intimidate you a little.

Enjoying himself and your submission at his feet, Gator lazily rubbed his crotch against your face. He wasn’t in any kind of hurry…he didn’t have to be. Gator had brought you out to the middle of nowhere, and ‘nowhere,’ was easy to come by in a place like Stark County.

“Goddamn,” he murmured, exhaling another cloud into the country air. “Your other set of lips this good?” His language was crude and tacky, and for god knows what reason, you were loving it. Gator pocketed his vape, then pulled off his jacket and shrugged it aside. You were dripping all over your panties, saturating them with desire.

Slipping your teeth over the waistband of Gator’s boxers, you tugged them downward. Once free, Gator’s massive cock landed heavy against the top of your head and bounced back, a sticky string of precum clinging to your hair. You let his underwear slide down around his ankles. Gator shuffled out of them, his cock bobbing just out of your lips’ reach as he moved. The precum still connected his tip to your hair, breaking only when you lifted your head to close your lips around him.

You gingerly suckled at Gator’s tip, preparing yourself mentally for the task of taking him down your throat. You curved your tongue under the first couple of inches, stroking the veins that bloomed at the ridge where his tip met his shaft. Gator clutched your hair more deliberately, his eyes now closed, lips parted softly. He pressed his hips forward slowly, urging you deeper onto his cock. Your throat constricted as his tip met your gag reflex. Saliva bubbled from your lips around Gator’s cock as your throat rejected him, but you forced yourself still. Gator had established a slow rhythm at this point, thrusting gently in and out of your throat with one hand still locked in your hair, and the other on his hip.

You were able to take him about five inches deeper before choking, the threat of vomit forcing you to push off of Gator’s cock. Rather than be pissed off, as you imagined he’d be, Gator knelt to the ground, meeting you at your level. His eyes were trained on the space where your t-shirt tucked into your leggings, like he was contemplating the quickest way to get you out of them.

“Get on your back,” Gator told you, his hands reaching for your thighs, his eyes fixed between them. “Wanna see if it tastes as good as it smells.”

He yanked your leggings down so forcefully they ripped at the sides, but you couldn’t have cared less. He’d tugged your underwear down at the same time, revealing your wet, glistening pussy like a treat to be devoured. Gator hooked his arms under your legs, locking your body in place, and buried his nose between your lips. You gripped the fabric of his shirt like a vice, your body wracked with the electricity of his tongue licking in and out of you aggressively. Gator groaned hungrily into your cunt, moaning soft words against the moist heat his tongue couldn’t swallow enough of to satisfy his craving for it.

After eating you to orgasm twice, Gator suddenly rose to stand over you, breath coming in bursts, unsteady on his feet. His typically slicked-back hair was completely disheveled, wet with sweat and fallen against the sides of his cum-soaked face. Gator reached forward and took you by the hair, lifting your face to meet his crotch. “Open your fuckin’ mouth,” he panted, his voice a pretty mix of authority and desperation. “You’re gonna take it all and thank me for it after, understand?”

You nodded, your eyes heavy-lidded in the dumb, blissful afterglow of climax, Gator’s hand gripping your hair so tightly he could have nodded your head for you. Groaning through his release, Gator emptied himself over your tongue, semen spilling down your chin and collecting in the fabric of your shirt. You worried immediately about the stains it might leave behind. How would you explain them to your husband? Regardless of the consequences, you decided that having to wash the deputy sheriff’s cum from your clothes was a small price to pay, in exchange for your husband’s freedom...

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I Wish You Would - Gator Tillman

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Gator Tillman x Reader Word Count: 9,975 Warnings: fluff, angst, reader gets slapped, but it's not described and there's no signs of it happening, gator being super soft for his girl, Requested: no | yes; Smut: no | yes; car sex, protected (m+f) A/N: Hi, friends! I know I said I would never write for Gator, but I had an idea in my head and I had to get it out. I hope I did Gator justice! Also, he calls reader Dollface, and Roy(gross) calls her Little Darlin'. I've never written anything like this before, so please check the triggers above. Some of these scenes were hard for me to write. BUT, if you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

HIGH SCHOOL, SENIORS, FALL 2009

“Surprise, shitbird.”

You couldn’t help but look up from your book to roll your eyes at the boy in front of you. Shaking your head, you went back to look at the words on the pages before your head popped up again at hearing a kid say, “Stop it, Tillman.”

Sighing, you closed your book and stood, approaching the two males. Tapping the instigator on the shoulder, you said, “Hey. Tillman.”

He turned around to face you. “What?”

“Follow me.” You waited for him to nod his head before you wrapped your arm around his, making sure he was going to follow you. Once you two were truly alone, you turned to him, fire in your eyes. “What the heck, Gator?”

“What do you mean? That’s the boy that wouldn’t leave you alone.”

“Yeah. In the first grade! We’re freaking Seniors now, Gator! He’s left me alone since I told on him.”

He just looked at you confused, so you sighed and elaborated, “My mom ended up talking to his mom, who’s married to one of your dad’s deputies. Apparently, his dad got onto him and said that if  he didn’t stop messing with me that he would put him in handcuffs and bring him to my house to let my dad beat the shit out of him while his stood and watched.”

Still confused, Gator said, “But your dad works for mine, too.”

“Oh, my god,” you breathed. “That’s not the point, G. The point is that he’s left me alone for years, so there’s no need to beat the kid up over it.”

Sighing and looking down, Gator nodded. “I’m sorry.” Looking back up at you, Gator looked into your eyes for a second before pulling you into a hug, which you gladly returned. Pulling back, he rested his hands on either side of your neck, his thumbs gently brushing the underside of your jaw. “You coming to the game tonight?”

“I haven’t missed one yet,” you replied. “I’m ain’t gonna start now.” Smiling at him softly, you leaned into his touch, not wanting the moment to end.

You and Gator had been best friends prior to preschool, your dads working together and your moms best friends since the both of you were about two years old. Throughout the years of playdates and outings your moms had planned, you ended up developing a crush on Gator, and he you, but you two obviously never said anything to each other.

“Good,” he said. “‘Cause I’d kick your ass if  you did.”

Laughing, you shook your head, wrapping your arms around his middle for one more hug as the bell for the last class of the day rang. He reciprocated the hug, wrapping his own arms around your neck, gently, before kissing the top of your head.

“Hey, Tillman!” a voice rang out, causing a sigh to sound from you as the person ruined a moment between you and your best friend… one you might not get again after the game.

~~~

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Gator seethed, hobbling around his room on crutches as you laid on his bed on your stomach.

It was a couple of weeks after that game. Gator had gotten tackled pretty badly by another player, a cornerback, and broke parts of his leg. Needless to say, Gator was pissed and still is.

“I’m tellin’ ya, dollface. He’s got it coming.”

“G–”

“He did that shit on purpose,” he said, stopping to face you. “He’s got another thing coming, and–”

“You've got another thing comin',” you sang, giggling at the unamused look on Gator’s face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“He’s not gonna know what hit him. Literally.”

Rising from his bed, you stood in front of him, looking at him like he’s the only boy left in the world. Whispering, you said, “You can’t get in trouble with Roy again because of you acting on impulse. I know- stop -” Gator sighed heavily, like  he didn’t want to hear your words. “I know the guy hurt you and basically shut down your career, but that doesn’t mean that-” He then tried to look away from you, but you put your hand on his chin to guide his eyes back to your own. “Look at me - that doesn’t mean you go and retaliate.”

Gator sighed and brought his forehead down to meet yours. “I know, but I’m so pissed off that I don’t know what else to do other than hurt the one who hurt me.”

“I know, G.  I know.”

You both looked at each other, something in the air shifting as you both started leaning towards each other. Just as your lips were about to touch, a knock sounded on his bedroom door. “Gator! Take Little Darlin’ home. It’s getting late.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the nickname that Roy gave you as a child. “I hate it when he calls me that,” you whispered. “It’s creepy.”

“Yeah, well, he’s a creepy motherfucker anyway,” Gator whispered back. Bringing a hand up, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Come on, dollface. Let me take you home.”

Once the two of you exited his room and got to his truck, you smiled a little as you got comfortable in the passenger seat. “Thank goodness he broke your left leg,” you said, a smile on your face as Gator put his crutches in the backseat. “Or else the Creep would have to take me home.”

Gator chuckled as he slid into the driver’s seat. After starting the truck, he started the journey to your home, the radio playing quietly as background noise. You loved riding with Gator; just the two of you.

When Gator got his driver’s license, the two of you would drive down all the back roads with the windows down, blaring whatever song or band the two of you were into at the time. It was your favorite thing to do before Gator’s football career got a little bit more serious last year.

Now, as you’re riding with the windows down and listening to the music that’s quietly playing, you closed your eyes, reminiscing.

“What’cha thinkin’ about over there?” Gator asked.

With a smile on your face, all you could do was happily sigh before replying. “Just thinkin’ about how we used to do this all the time before you became super popular last year.”

“Hey. What have I told you about all that? I’m still the same Gator–

“Just a little bit tougher and meaner.” You air quoted the word tougher because to you, Gator was nothing more than a big teddy bear with big emotions. To everyone else, he was the hardass, popular quarterback that had dreams of making it big.

“Only to everyone else. Not to you.” He snuck a glance at you before putting his eyes back on the road, his crush growing tenfold. Sighing, he pulled into your driveway, your dad standing outside on the porch, his cellphone up to his ear.

Since you had your window down, you heard him say, “Yup. They just pulled up. Yup. Will do, Roy,” before he hung up and stood near the steps, his arms resting on the railing as he leaned over just a touch. “Let’s go, kid!”

Sighing, you looked over at Gator, who had opened his door to get out of the truck. “Gator, stop. You don’t need to get out. Not with your leg. Stay. I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. He and your father didn’t get along that well. Your father expected more out of him, just like Roy did, and when Gator didn’t deliver to Roy’s standards at home, Roy would tell your father, and well… you get the picture.

“Yes, G. I’m sure.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek which caused him to close his eyes and let out a deep breath, your lips lingering for a moment before softly whispering, “Good night, Gator.”

Opening his eyes, he turned his head to look at you, gently resting his forehead on yours. “Good night, dollface. I’ll see you in the morning.”

With that, you got out of the truck and walked up the five steps to your front porch, your dad’s voice stopping you as he said, “You can do better than that little lizard boy.”

All you could do was close your eyes, trying not to let the tears you could feel building up fall over your lower lash line. “And mom could do better than you.” You walked into the house without a care in the world, knowing what was to come at that comment.

Later that night, you laid in your bed, silent tears streaming down your cheeks, feeling the remnants of your fathers hand.

The next day at school, you avoided Gator, not wanting to talk about what happened after you walked into your house the night before. You knew he was still sitting in your driveway, waiting for you to enter the house before leaving, and seeing the small interaction with you and your dad. You had also heard that he took a tire iron to the kid that broke his leg, after he promised you he wouldn’t.

You successfully avoided Gator the remainder of the week, knowing that you just sealed your fate of your friendship possibly being over.

~~~

FALL 2019, TEN YEARS LATER

A lot happened in the last ten years since you started avoiding Gator, but you kept up with him through rumors and stories at school, as well as news articles and such through college and most of your adult life.

Now, at the age of 27, you find yourself back on the Tillman Ranch with your father and mother in tow. “Why do I have to do this?” you asked, sitting in the backseat of your dad’s truck. 

“Because we haven’t seen them in a long time,” your mother said. “You haven’t even asked about Gator since your senior year of high school.” Turning to face you, she asked, “By the way, what happened there? You two were so close. I just don’t–”

“Mother, please drop it. It’s not important.” Sighing, you straightened your back before smoothing down your hair. “Let’s get this over with.”

Exiting the truck, your lip curled up slightly in disgust. Roy was standing on the porch, a beer in hand, smiling at your family of three. “John! It’s about time y’all got here!”

Wrapping an arm around you, your father answered, “Had to convenience this one here to get dressed and in the truck.”

You stiffened, remembering the night that everything changed for you and your friendship with Gator. Giving a tightlipped smile, you looked at Roy, and sarcastically said, “Just so happy to be here.”

“Jess and Maude will be happy to know that you’re here,” Karen said, coming to stand by her husband.

Jessica and Maude Tillman, Gator’s half twin-sisters, were born the year after you stopped talking with Gator. You babysat them while going to the local college in the next town over for a little bit of extra money.

Your smile softened a little at hearing the twin’s names. Before you could go and see them, however, Roy directed you all the back of the house, where a long table was set up. “Seems like y’all still do big Sunday dinners.”

“Well, little darlin’, when you’re a Child of God, you gather the family around and have a nice dinner,” Roy said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

You quickly moved away and turned to go into the house to retrieve a glass of the stronger liquor you knew Roy had, but seeing a certain person had you stopping dead in your tracks. You knew what he’d done with his life since you “broke up” with him all those years ago. 

He had his hair slicked back with it faded on the sides and the back with two slits on the left side of his head. A black button down donned his chest, a watch on his left wrist and a pair of jeans on his legs, with a pair of boots.

“Damn,” you whispered.

“Hey, dollface,” Gator said softly. “It’s, uhh… it’s good to see you.”

You just stood there, basically gawking at him as he walked down the steps. Snapping out of whatever trance you were in, you said, “Uh, y-yeah.” After the two of you kissed each other's cheeks in greeting, you stood there for a moment, taking in his scent. “Y-you, too, G.”

Letting out a breathy chuckle, he said, “Haven’t heard that single letter in ten years.”

Without missing a beat, you said, “I know. I know. I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” Gently cupping your jaw, Gator shook his head, brows furrowed. “Don’t apologize for that. I don’t know your reasoning for it, but just know… that I forgive you.”

Leaning into his touch, you smiled softly, replying with that same softness in your voice. “Thanks, G.”

“Anytime, dollface.”

“Gator. Little Darlin’--”

You shivered at the use of those words. “I always hated when he called me that. Still do.”

“Come take your seats so we can say grace and eat.”

~~~

After what seemed like a calm dinner the night before, you and Gator exchanged numbers; you getting a new phone after high school to separate yourself from the town of Lehigh, and Gator because of his multiple run-ins with his coworkers.

You learned that night that Roy made Gator deputy, what with Gator being a nepo baby and all. When your dad offered you a front desk job at the station, you declined and moved out of state to attend college.

Now, as you look out of the passenger side window of your dads truck with your head resting on the window, you find yourself going right back to the Tillman Ranch. 

“The girls are at school, so you won’t be able to see them today,” your father said.

“That’s fine,” you softly replied. Picking your head up, you wondered, “I wonder if they still have Aurora.”

Aurora was a beautiful American Quarter Horse that was gifted to you when you were about 7 years old from Roy. Back before you know big of a big creep he was.

You left her behind when you left Lehigh, and you never stopped thinking about her.

“I wonder if she’d remember me,” you whispered, more to yourself.

“Of course she will,” your dad said. “Horses have great memory. Just go–”

“Slow.  I know.”

Getting out of the truck after your father parked, you slowly made your way to the barn, seeing a man leaning on the gate, a cigarette in hand. Deciding to ignore him, you leaned against the gate, as well, immediately spotting your beloved horse.

She was being led by Roy’s employee, Bowman, into the barn. “Hey, little miss.”

“Hey, Bowman,” you replied, never taking your eyes off your horse. “How she been?”

“She’s been good.” He stopped in front of you with Aurora. “Been keeping her healthy, been getting her exercise.”

“Still giving her apples and carrots?” you asked, reaching your hand out. Aurora sniffed your hand before nuzzling her nose on your palm. A smile graced your face.

“She remembers you,” Bowman said, a small smile on his own face.

“I was afraid she wouldn’t.” You looked up at him, seeing him looking in the direction behind you.

“I’ll leave you to it.” He leaned forward a little to whisper in your ear, “If you wanna ride, she’s all set for ya. Just hop the gate like old times.” He then turned around and walked off, not giving you a chance to reply.

You ignored the footsteps behind you, hearing Roy’s voice not 10 seconds later. “What happened?” he asked.

“You send a man to do a job without all the information, how can the job be done?” the man next to you said. 

Deciding to be nosy, you turned your head over your shoulder, watching as Gator, dressed in a police uniform and black ballcap, stepped forward, asking, “Yeah, what are you?” He hit the man's back before asking, “The Riddler?”

You tucked your lips between your teeth to keep from giggling. The two of you loved the Batman movie growing up; the one with Michael Keaton and Jack Nicholson.

“You say the woman is a woman, a…” the man said, slightly turning his head your way, looking you in the eyes. “How do you…?”

Since you don’t know what he’s talking about, you shake your head ever so slightly, letting him know you don’t have a clue.

“Housewife.” Turning to face Roy and Gator, he continues, “Never do you mean she is, for real, a tiger.”

“You saying you couldn’t handle some girl? 100 pounds soaking wet? Huh?” Gator asked, hitting the man in the arm.

“G,” you whispered, not realizing you even spoke at all until he looked at you.

The man took a drag from his cigarette as Gator continued, “It was on the wire this morning. This half-wit shot up a fillin’ station outside Beulah. Murdered the clerk. Killed a state trooper. Put a hole in the leg of another.” He chuckled. “And this retard’s partner with a cracked skull and his face half burned off in the morgue.”

All you could do was stand there and look at Gator, wondering what happened to him for him to end up just like his father.

“You say housewife,” the man replied. “So, I bring one guy. You say tiger… that’s a different guy. Cost you three times.”

“Did they take her?” Roy asked. “The police.”

Before you could think about your words and stop yourself, you asked, “Wait. I thought you were the police. Who the hell are you looking for that’s not right here in Lehigh?”

“Dollface,” Gator whispered, causing your eyes to shift from his father’s to his own hazel ones. He looked at you with a look that said he’d either tell you later or to just drop it.

Answering Roy, the man said, “Fled on foot. Possibly home. Possibly to the wind.”

Gator thought it was funny, the man’s riddles, but Roy wanted to stay on topic. “Could you find her?” 

“She could be found.”

“Who’s she?” you asked, more to yourself than anything.

“Where people go, the thoughts they have, these are known to me. Instincts. Who flees, who fights. It’s a question of price. The job it was, not the job you said.”

Looking at the left side of this man’s head, you just now noticed a gash, blood covering the area with some on his temple, going down halfway to his cheek. 

“Pain and suffering.  A man, missing an appendage, self-sewing his own skin. Scarred for life, he’s told. And then this new ask. Hunting a tiger. And it forces the man to ask: why you want the tiger?”

After a few second pause, Roy answered, “She’s my wife.”

“Don’t tell him shit,” Gator quietly said. Walking up to his father, he whispered, “I already said I can handle this. We know where she lives now. Her alias.”

Looking back at your horse, you sighed, running a hand down the bridge of her nose before walking up to the two Tillman men. “If someone could kindly tell me what the hell is going on, I’d much appreciate it.”

Putting a hand on Gator’s chest, Roy pushed him back a few steps, now seeing what the hell happened with Gator. Looking down at you, Roy said, “She made vows to me. A pledge. In sickness and in health.” He looked back at the man, continuing his words. “Consider it a debt unpaid, leaving me in limbo. Husband yes or husband no. See, she hid from me nine, ten years. Interest accrued. Until the debt could no longer be paid with money. Then, one day, there she is, fingerprints in the system. Now the limbo can end, the debt can be collected. Tell me something, friend. If a man is pure, his actions are only ever good. You believe that?”

You looked over at Gator, seeing the bad standing in front of you, but knowing there’s nothing but pure good sitting deep inside his bones.

“I’m a nihilist,” the man replied.

“What the fuck does that mean?” you and Gator asked at the same time.

“I believe in nothing.”

“You believe in money,” Roy said. “Yeah?” At not receiving an answer from this man, Roy said, “Well, thanks for your help. Go on with Gator. He’ll get you paid.” Looking down at you, he said, “Why don’t you go with him, little darlin’? Catch up after all these years.”

“Dad,” Gator said.

“Original plus pain and suffering,” the man said.

Holding your hand out to him, you asked, “What the fuck is his name?”

  Ignoring you, Roy said, “Yeah, of course.” Looking at Gator, he said, “Take it out of the rainy day fund. Fixing place.”

Confused, you looked at Gator, wondering what the fixing place was.

Looking back and forth between his dad and the man, Gator said, “Fixing place. Right.” Landing his eyes on the stranger you still don’t know the name of, he said, “Come on, numbnuts.” He turned his head, looking at you. “Come with me, dollface.”

You walked around Roy, following Gator. “What the fuck, G?” you whisper-shouted. “What the hell happened when I left? What the fuck is the fixing place?”

Grabbing your hand, he laced your fingers together, sighing. “A lot. I’ll tell you everything later.”

Somehow along the way, the man ended up in front of you and Gator. He had released your hand to grab a container from his pocket; that container holding chewing tobacco, also known as dip.

“You dip now?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Shrugging, Gator replied, “It’s better than smoking.”

“They’re both equally bad.”

Gator put the dip container back in his pocket as the man bent over and picked up a cigarette off the ground.

“I’m not saying, but you understand,” Gator said, looking at the man. “I had to rough you up a little back there. You coming up snake eyes and all.”

As the three of you walked, you looked off to the side, seeing a couple men with shotguns through the bushes.

“With her being such a tiny bird, which…” Gator snickered. “Ya’know… they used to be dinosaurs.” 

“Oh, my god,” you whispered. You looked at Gator, noticing that he put his hand out toward you, he silently asked you to stop while he and the man took a few more steps forward. 

The man turned to face Gator with the cigarette in his mouth, the latter spitting out some of the disgusting dip.

“Hundreds okay?” Putting his hand on the man’s arm, Gator forced the man to turn around before turning to face you to mouth cover your ears.

You did as he asked, watching as he took the gun you didn’t notice he had from the holster, holding it out toward the man. Looking through the bushes again, you now saw that the two men were standing in front of the man, their guns at the ready.

“Surprise, shitbird,” Gator said.

The man turned and flicked his cigarette at Gator, who dodged it while pulling the trigger on the firearm, the sound causing you to jump. You watched as the man grabbed Gator’s right arm, hearing his bones crunch before the guy put his hand on Gator’s junk, squeezing, knowing the pain it’s causing your best friend.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you heard Gator’s muffled screams. You continued watching as the guy retrieved a gun you definitely didn’t know he had while pushing Gator back, pointing it over your best friend’s left shoulder and firing off three rounds, Gator’s shouts ringing out in your ears over the shots.

Everything else seemed to happen in a blur. One moment you’re watching the events unfold. Next, you’re kneeling beside Gator, hand in between his shoulder blades as he vomits from all the pain he’s experienced in the last 5 minutes.

“Little Darlin’,” Roy said.

You chose to ignore him, instead focusing on your best friend. “It’s okay, G. You’re gonna be fine.”

~~~

After you took Gator to the hospital to get cast on his broken arm and then back to his house, you drove back to your parents house, trying to get a little of sleep, but as you watched the sun rise with a cup of coffee in hand, you realized that you didn’t get not a lick of sleep.

You went about your day helping your mom around the house before you decided to go see Aurora again, riding her for about an hour before you spotted Gator watching you, a small smile on his face.

When you got off of her, you stroked her neck, letting her know what a good girl she was before Bowman took her back to the stable for some treats and rest. Without a word, you followed Gator towards a man-made hot tub, seeing that Roy was sitting in it.

Since the two of you were a good ways away from him, you looked at Gator, noticing that he was wobbling. “You walkin’ like that ‘cause of that guy grabbing your balls?”

“Be lucky you don’t have these,” he replied. “Hurts like hell.”

You’ve also noticed that since being back in Lehigh, your filter was off because you said, “I know a way to make them feel better.”

Gator chuckled, and you… well, you were mortified. “Glad to see your sense of humor is still there.”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Me, too.”

Silence followed as the two of you stepped closer to the wooden tub. Gator stepped up on it, groaning. You tried to hide your chuckle behind your hand as you walked beside him on the ground, not wanting to be near Roy.

“You gonna make it there, sunshine?” Roy asked.

Since you had stopped to the side of Gator, you watched as he rubbed near his dick and balls, sighing. “Fucker got the drop on me.”

Looking at Roy, you asked with complete and utter disgust, “When the fuck did you get nipple piercings?”

Ignoring you, he asked Gator, “Tell me her name again?”

“Uh, goes by Dorothy Lyon now,” he replied. “Lives in a suburb outside the Twin Cities.”

“Married, you said?”

“Going on ten years. Husband owns a car dealership, some kind of… uh, Korean model.”

“Koreans make cars?”

“I guess.”

“Oh, dear heavens,” you whispered, looking out at the land to your right. “You two need to get out of this stupid town more.”

“Anyway, she’s got a daughter. Names Scotty. She’s about nine.”

Roy took in a breath, one that sounded angry before a man came over the radio, saying, “Roy, we got FBI here.”

Grabbing the radio with a fat cigar in his mouth, Roy said into it, “Let’s send ‘em up.”

“Wait. The fucking FBI?! What kind of shit have you two gotten into?” you asked. Noticing Gator has his hand out a little towards you, you stopped talking to see what was about to take place.

“What do you want me to…?” Gator asked.

“Ahhh, don’t worry about it,” Roy answered, just as two FBI agents walked up the wooden tubs deck. 

Gator walked backwards, gently grabbing your arm and pulling you up on the deck with him, his arm going around your stomach as he pressed your back to his front. “Just go with it, okay?” he asked. His voice was quiet enough to where only you could hear as you softly nodded your head.

“Hard day at the office?” the male agent asked.

“Like the sign says, he’s a hard man for hard times,” Roy answered. “And by he, I mean me.”

Watching as the agent handed a card to Roy, you took in a breath,  feeling Gator’s fingertips lightly rub against your stomach as his father read the card aloud. “Agent ‘Ja-Queen’.” Roy handed the card to Gator, your eyes catching it.

“It’s Joaquin,” the agent said. Gesturing to his partner, he added, “This is Agent Meyer. We’re new in the Fargo office. We thought we’d come by, see why you weren’t enforcing any of our laws.”

“What laws?”

“Oh, you know,” Joaquin replied. “Gun laws, drug laws. Any of the half-dozen other American laws passed and ratified by the US Government that you don’t seem to recognize.”

“Well, Agent Ja-Queen, I think you’ll find that there is no one on God’s green earth who is a greater enforcer of the laws of this land than Roy Tillman.”

You inwardly groaned, tilting your head back to rest on Gator’s shoulder, feeling his lips meet your temple. That kiss that was doing things to the pit of your stomach.

“Why do I feel like there’s a ‘but’ here?” Meyer asked.

“But…” Roy said. You could hear the smile in his words. “...what you need to know is that I am the law of the land. Elected by the residents of his county to interpret and enforce the Constitution given to us by Almighty God.

All Agent Joaquin did was hum his answer, which prompted Gator to add, “Freedom.”

Being a smartass, you raised your hand in the air, saying, “Amen and amen. Thank you, God!”

“You know, I hear that word a lot around here,” Agent Meyer said.

“You’re just so nonchalant,” you said, picking your head up. “I wish I could be that nonchalant.”

“I’m curious,” she said, not acknowledging what you just said. “What you think that word means.”

“Agent, if you don’t know what freedom is,” Roy said. “I don’t think me saying the words out loud is gonna teach you.” You watched him from the corner of your eye turn his head towards you and Gator. “Why don’t you two go and do your chores?”

Tapping your side, you and Gator stepped forward, seeing the white card being flung from Gator by your head. Grabbing your hand again, he said, “Let’s go, dollface. Come help me with my chores.”

~~~

“Come help me with my chores, he said. What he failed to fucking mention is us actually getting into his fucking cop car to drive to the fucking hospital.”

“Dollface–,”

“Don’t you fucking dollface me, Gator Tillman,” you said, pointing at him. “I’m not the one keeping fucking secrets here. You told me you’d tell me what was going on and you fucking haven’t.”

Taking a deep breath, he twisted in the passenger seat of the truck another officer was driving, turning to face you. “You wanna know what’s going on? I’ll tell ya. When you left, I was torn apart. I wanted to follow you, but Roy wouldn’t let me; told me I had to stay here and help run the Ranch. You know how tough it was for me growing up. My mom dying when I was young, Dot coming in and then leaving, and now Karen and the twins. I got into some messed up shit over the years. All I wanted was to know that you were safe. All I wanted was–”

He stopped himself as you felt tears build on your waterline. “All you wanted was love and validation from your father,” you whispered. “That’s all I ever wanted from you, and all I ever wanted from mine as well. G, we both had shitty lives, but that doesn’t mean we follow in our father’s footsteps.”

“At least you got out.”

“But I also came back and stayed,” you whispered. “I was supposed to leave after dinner last night, but all I could think about was my best friend and how much he might need me to stick around.”

“I’m glad you did,” Gator whispered back.

It was silent for a moment before you heard him take a breath. “We were looking for Dot, and we found her. Dad’s on this hellbent… whatever you wanna call it… to get her back at the house.”

“Why’d she leave?”

“The abuse, dollface. She knew if she stayed–”

“She’d die by the hands of Roy.” You sighed, deeply, not knowing what else to say. “What about you? Did you go through the ranks at the station or did your dad just appoint you Deputy ‘cause of you being his nepo baby?”

That made Gator chuckle. “Uhm, I guess a little of both?”

“Well,” you said, knowing your filter is forever gone. “The uniform and baseball cap is a good fucking look on you.”

“Let’s go, babe,” he said. “We gotta ask a patient a few questions.”

~~~

As the two of you walked down the hallway in the hospital, you could hear a male’s voice and female’s voice grow louder as you drew closer. With your hand in Gator’s, you suddenly felt nervous.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Gator said, his voice soft. Stopping his steps, he turned to look at you, and you him. “I’m gonna have to be hardass, so… just…”

Sighing, you said, “Let you do your job.”

Nodding, Gator released a breath. He kissed your forehead before turning back to take a step forward, but stopped himself and looked back at you with his head tilted a little. “I need that filter back on, though. Can’t have you fucking up my job.”

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. “Okay,” you whispered, letting him lead you into the hospital where a man sits up in the hospital bed, a woman standing at the end in a police uniform.

“What do you know?” Gator said, stopping for a second before looking down at you. “It’s a party.”

You quietly giggled before he walked the two of you to the end of the bed right before the female officer started speaking.

“Indira Olmstead, Scandia Police Department,” she introduced, shaking Gator’s hand.

“Ah,” he said. Looking back at you, he said, “Look, baby. A city girl.”

“Well, we prefer women these days.”

“He’s old school,” you said, wrapping your hand around his upper arm to look over at her. With a smile on your face, you added, “There’s no getting him out of that mindset.”

“Well, the rest is accurate.”

“How can we help you, stranger?” the man asked.

You couldn’t help but feel extremely bad for him, seeing him laying in that bed. A thought ran through your mind; is the persona Gator brought up the day before? The one with the hole in his leg?

“Sheriff’s Deputy,” Gator said. “Stark County.”

Because you felt bad for this man, you quietly said, “He just needs to ask you a few questions.”

“Sounds like you had a mix-up in my neck of the woods last night, which–”

“They run a pretty tight ship, so…” you interrupted. Feeling Gator squeeze your hand, you squeezed back while rubbing your hand up and down his arm, trying to let him know that it’s okay. “He takes it personal when bad people show up.”

“This job will grind you down if you take it too personal,” the man said.

“What can I say?” Gator said. “I like being on the right side of a gunfight. Especially for my girl here.” You two looked at each other before he took a breath and looked at Officer Olmstead. “Heard you say you had a picture of the perps?”

“Uh, victim,” she said. “Female.”

“Right. Saw something about, uhh, a woman got taken. Or escaped or something?”

You inwardly groaned, realizing that he was bad at playing dumb.

“We think these fellas grabbed her up in Minnesota,” Indira stated. “Taking her to points west when the trooper pulled them over.”

So, now some more pieces were falling into place. Dorothy, who you now know is Dot, was taken by who you think is the man that was in the barn speaking in riddles. He and his partner, whoever that is, stopped a gas station where all hell broke loose. This man in the bed in front of you was caught in the crossfire and now has a hole in his leg, most likely from being shot.

“She killed one, the recidivist Donald Ireland, I think they said,” the man said. “The other one got away.”

“Sounds like a real Comanche, this female you’re hunting,” Gator inquired.

“Like I said, I got a photo,” Indira said. Gator reached over and took her phone from her hand. “Excuse me.”

“G,” you whispered to only where he could hear. You watched him as he scrolled through her photos.

“So, what, she some kind of criminal, also?” he asked.

“What are you doing?” you asked, still in that same super quiet tone.

He clicked on a photo, their voices dying out as you looked at a photo of Dot, holding a mugshot sign at a police station. You watched as he deleted the photo, Indira not even looking in your direction.

“Oops,” Gator said, bringing you out of your own moment. “What’d I do? Babe, what’d I do?”

Shrugging, you said, “I don’t know. I zoned out.” Which wasn’t a total lie.

“What’d’ya…” she asked, taking her phone back.

“I must’a, I don’t know,  I pressed something,” Gator responded.

“Darn it,” she quietly exclaimed. “You deleted the victim, her photo.”

“Yeah, this man here and technology never saw eye to eye,” you said. “I used to sit beside him in computer class, teaching him how to open up a writing document.” You chuckled. You did have to do that once, so, again, it wasn’t a total lie.

“Especially now,” he added. Bringing up his hand, he said, “This wrist-breaker,” while shaking his hand, a small groan passing his lips.

Dumbass.

“No, no, it’s my fault,” Officer Olmstead said. “I’m not sure what I was thinking bringing the one.”

“Mistakes happen,” you said. “Happens to all of us.”

“Well,” the man said. “I hope you find her. “If it was her, saved my life, I think.”

“Oh, no, she’s home,” Indira said. “A little worse for wear but intact.”

Looking at Gator, you saw him quickly move his eyes towards her, his hand squeezing yours like he got the answer he wanted. 

“Strangest thing, though,” she continued. “Despite all evidence, she’s claimin’ it never happened.”

“Never… what now?” the male asked.

“Says nobody broke in, says she wasn’t taken. Just went for a wander for ten hours and then came home and cooked breakfast.”

“Cry for attention, sounds like,” Gator muttered. “Drama queen trying to make her husband sick.”

“Who said she has a husband?”

Again, you squeezed his hand, a little harder than before.

Chuckling, you said, “He’s just assuming, ya’know.”

“Description said 30s in the police report, so…”

“Well, all I know is, the woman I met broke loose like somebody who knows how small the cage can get,” the man said. “Wish you had that picture. Like to meet that woman again, thank her.”

“For what?” you asked.

“Far as I can tell she’s the one got you shot in the first place,” Gator said.

“Oh, the job got  me shot,” he said. “She was just… trying to get free. But you know what they say; protect and serve.”

Gator chuckled before he said, “Yeah, I’m down with protect, but…” He looked down for a moment before looking back and saying, “I ain’t in the service industry. I’m in the kicking ass and taking names business.”

He pulled out a vape that you didn’t know he had, inhaling the chemicals and blowing the smoke out, the scent of the vape filling your nostrils. 

“You two have a nice day,” he added, tipping his ball cap at Officer Olmstead before looking at you and saying, “Come on, dollface.” 

You followed him willingly back down the hallway. Deciding not to question where he was leading you, you found yourself in the alleyway, another one of Roy’s officers standing against the wall. Gator helped up into the backseat of the truck before getting into the passenger side. He looked at the officer, a smirk on his face as he said, “Consider that bitch flummoxed,” as the truck started moving in reverse.

Oh, Gator, you thought to yourself. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

~~~

You hadn’t realized you’d fallen asleep until the sounds of This is Halloween from The Nightmare Before Christmas met your ears, not to mention it being dark outside. You moaned, the ache in your neck causing you some uncomfort.

“G,” you groaned. “I’m hella thirsty, and I want a snack.”

“Okay, dollface. Hey,” he said. “Pull in here. She’s wanting something inside, and I gotta take a piss.”

You heard the inhale of breath before smelling that flavor of the vape. Something has shifted between you and Gator since those agents showed up. He’s held your hand, called you baby or babe, your arm wrapped around his as you two stand in silence. It’s something you can’t quite pin, but you know something has definitely shifted.

The officer driving the truck pulled up to the door as Gator turned in his seat to face you. “Stay here, okay? Don’t move.”

Not wanting to take that chance, you nod your head and lean back against the seat, observing Gator as he asked the officer if he wanted a pop, to which he said no and got out. Your eyes shifted out of the window,  watching as Gator gets out and walks to the door just as a guy walks backwards out of the store, hands full of items he’d just bought.

You tapped on the window, yelling out “G!” before he could do something irrational, watching as he disappeared into the store. Not five minutes later, you jumped at hearing a thud on the window on the driver’s side of the truck, seeing a body before hearing gurgling noises.

“Oh, my god,” you whispered. “Gator, please hurry.” Tears sprung to your eyes as you watched the officer’s body slide to the left of the truck right before you heard Gator’s voice say, “I got us some jerky, dollface,” before ripping the top off with his teeth. “Well, me. It’s the spicy kind.”

Getting into the car, he added, “Better keep these windows down. You know what spicy foods do to me.” You could hear munching coming from the front seat, silent tears falling down your face.

“Oh, here,” he said, reaching back to hand you your $3 water and bag of chips. You tentatively took it from his hand, setting it down in the seat beside you as you heard Gator say, “Fuck, that’s hot,” and the tale tell signs of a soda bottle opening.

As he took a swig from the bottle, you saw him from the corner of your eye looking back at you. After swallowing the liquid, he asked, “Dollface, you okay?” before turning back to the front, asking himself, “Where is this guy?”

“G-Gator,” you said, voice shaky and quiet.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Outside.”

“Wh–” 

You guessed he looked out the window at the side mirror because he quickly ducked down in the seat, saying, “Baby, get down.” You did as he said, not wanting to get yourself killed like that officer that was driving the two of you.

Gator kept repeating, “Oh, my god,” as he got out of the truck, but not before saying, “Stay in the truck.”

“Gator,” you cried, not listening for even a second.

The two of you walked to the back of the truck, your hands covering your mouth as you squealed, seeing the guy laying dead on the ground, a cardboard sign stabbed into his chest that read YOU OWE ME.

Gator, with his gun drawn, looked around, breathing heavily before saying, “Oh, shit,” before looking down at the guy and repeating his words.

“Gator, call your dad,” you said. When he didn’t make a move, you shouted, “Gator, call your dad!”

Hearing the desperation in your voice, he holstered his gun to grab his phone, calling his father and asking him to get your location as quickly as he could.

Gator ushered you into the truck before dragging the man into the bed. When he got into the driver’s side, he drove off to a dark spot of the lot, not wanting to be seen by any passersby.

Roy pulled up about 15 minutes later, the two of you getting out of the truck.

“Called you directly,” Gator said, walking toward the back of the truck. “Didn’t want this going out on the wire.”

“Little Darlin’,” Roy said in surprise. “Why are you here? Why is she here?” The last question was directed at his son.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you gestured toward the bed of the truck. “G didn’t know what to do with him, so he stuck him back there.”

Roy looked at the dead man before exhaling. “Then where were you?” Looking at you, he asked the same question.

“I was draining the snake,” Gator replied. “Two minutes in and out.”

“I-I was in the backseat. I saw it happen. Just… too shocked to call anyone.”

“Did you get a look at the tape?” Roy asked, looking dead at Gator.

Gator sighed before saying, “State cops took the whole system last night on account of the other thing.” Scoffing, he looked over at you, disappointed with himself at bringing you along in the first place. Looking back at his dad, he said, “Can you believe this guy? Coming back to the scene of the crime? Like that?” He gestured to the dead man. “Talk about big balls.”

“Yeah, well, I bet yours shriveled up a little bit on account of him getting the jump on you,” Roy said. Looking at his son, he said, “Again.”

Letting his anger get the better of him, Gator took off his cap and threw it to the ground, exclaiming, “Son of a bitch!” before yelling out into the air, leaning back a little. 

“Alright, are you done?”

Scoffing, you couldn’t believe that Roy was treating his son this way. 

“Tell me again where you found this Munch guy?”

“I-is that really his name? Munch?” you asked, voice still shaky.

“He says it,” Gator said. “Ohh-lah, and I-I, I didn’t find him. I found his partner.”

“What, the guy with his head in the toilet?” Roy wondered.

Sniffling, you looked at each Tillman man. “W-Wait. There’s a guy with his head in the toilet?”

“Dead,” Gator said, quickly turning his body towards you for a moment before looking back at his father, who he nodded his head at.

“Alright, well, first order of business,” Roy said, sighing. “Little Darlin’ needs to go home. Second order of business, we need information, find out who this guy is. Priors, known accomplices, known hangouts. Then we smoke ‘em loose.”

“If he comes for us again?” Gator asked.

“Oh, believe me, he’s coming,” Roy snapped. “Sleep with your hammer cocked is my opinion, if you sleep at all.” He looked away from his son, muttering, “Jesus.” He picked up the sign and looked at it for a moment before placing it back on the tailgate of the truck. “Alright, the truck goes in the ditch. Alvie behind the wheel. Tell Bruno to report the cause of death as accidental. Then… go to his fiancee’s and break the news.”

“What are you gonna do?” Gator wondered.

“Don’t worry about what I’m gonna do, alright?”

Incredulously, you looked up at your best friend’s father, releasing a quick breath to show your emotion. “Excuse Gator for being a little worried about his fucking father!”

“Doll, it’s okay,” Gator whispered.

Completely disregarding you, Roy spoke to his son. “You’re oh for two here, kid. How do I teach you how to be a winner, you keep losing all the time?”

Your anger started to bubble to the surface, all the adrenaline you were feeling from seeing a murder starting to take shape.

Gator, wanting to impress you still after all those years, says, “I swear to God, him versus me, man-to-man, I’d wipe the floor with him.”

“Yeah, right. Like High Noon? Only happens in the movies, son. Real life, they’ll slit your throat while waiting for the light to change.” He walks away back to his truck, starts it and takes off while Gator walks up to the tailgate and lifts it to close.

“I’d like to slit his fucking throat,” you muttered.

~~~

When Gator finished the tasks that his father had set for him, he started to drive you home in complete silence. Once you noticed that you two were almost at your never-ending driveway, you looked at Gator, and said, “I don’t want to go home. I don’t think I can be alone after what happened tonight.”

He didn’t say anything; just kept on driving. You had wished he played the radio so that he couldn’t hear your soft cries, but you felt his hand on your thigh, you knew had heard you.

Sighing, he squeezed your leg softly. “Doll, I’m–”

“No,” you said, sniffling. “Please don’t. Not right now.”

“Okay,” he whispered. He never moved his hand from your thigh; the placement feeling like… home to him. It felt like home to you, as well. You never wanted him to move it.

“Hey, G?”

“Yeah, dollface?”

“Back in high school–”

“Oh, shit. Here we go.”

Chuckling at his reaction, you looked over at him before your quiet laughter died out. “Uhm… did you hurt that one kid with the tire iron after you told me you wouldn’t?”

Gator went dead quiet, not wanting to say a word. Of course he did, but he didn’t tell you because you had stopped talking to him and hanging out with him. “Why you askin’?” “Because I heard a rumor that you did, and I want you to be straight with me and tell me the truth.”

Sighing, he lightly squeezed your thigh before parking the vehicle in his designated spot. It was quiet for a moment before he nodded his head and said, “Yeah. I did.”

“Gator–” you sighed.

“Listen, I wanted revenge on the little fucker. I coulda gone all the way if he hadn’t broken my leg. Woulda had–”

“A better life?” you asked.

Gator nodded, turning his head to look at you. “I felt like I didn’t have a choice.”

You turned in your seat to face him, cupping his face. “You listen to me, Gator. You always have a choice. Even now, you have a choice. Just because you’re 27 doesn’t mean your choices stop. Your whole fucking life is full of choices. You just have to make the right ones.”

“Can I make one now?” he asked.

“Of course,” you said, brows furrowed.

Without so much as another word, he leaned forward and pressed his lips on yours, giving you the kiss he’d been wanting to give you since you both were sophomores in high school. A kiss that you reveled in, and returned with great passion.

You hadn’t even realized that you climbed over the middle console to straddle his lap. Breaking the kiss for a moment for some much needed air, you breathlessly asked, “Are Karen and the girls home?”

Looking around you, Gator roamed his eyes across the yard, not seeing her car. “I don’t see her car, but she could’ve parked somewhere else.”

“Feel like moving this one somewhere else? Don’t want anyone seeing us, right?”

“Seeing us make out?”

Leaning your head down on his shoulder, you sighed out his name, feeling his shoulder shake from laughter.

“I don’t care if they see,” he said, lifting your head. “I’ve been waiting for this fucking moment since I saw you the other day. Ya’know, other than the times when we were teenagers.”

“You wanted to fuck me then?” you asked, his answer coming out as a nod. Lightly hitting him in the shoulder, you smiled and said, “Why didn’t you ever say anything? I would have!”

“Well, we can now,” he said. “Get your beautiful ass in the back.”

Giggling, you awkwardly made your way to the back seat, watching as Gator also made his way into the back with you, hitting his head on the vehicle’s ceiling a couple of times. Looking up at it, he muttered, “Motherfucker,” before wrapping his arm around your back to guide you to lay down as he kissed you.

You grabbed as his vest, doing your best to take it off before growling in frustration. “Get this fucking thing off, G. It’s pissing me off.”

He chuckled, sitting up the best he could without hitting his head… again. You watched him expertly take off his vest and accessories, biting your bottom lip. Reaching forward, you grabbed the bottom of his shirt not tucked into his pants and pulled up, removing the shirt off his torso. 

Leaning back over you, Gator kissed you with more heat than before, his cock starting to strain in his pants. Pulling back, he kissed your cheek and jaw, working his way down to your neck. “I can’t wait to fuck this pussy. I’ve been dreaming of it for years, dollface.”

“Fuck, Gator,” you whispered. Closing your eyes, you let your senses heighten at the feel of his lips  on your neck, whimpering when you felt him suck on your sweet spot, his tongue licking over the mark he just made.

“That’s to let everyone know that you’re mine, doll. No one else’s. Am I clear?”

Nodding, you opened your eyes, looking him dead in his. “Y-Yes, sir.”

Growling, he lifted you  up to remove your shirt and bra, his eyes going straight to your breasts before going back to your own eyes. Laying you back down, he caged your head between his forearms, gently brushing your hair back. 

“What?” you whispered, gently brushing your hands up and down his sides.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered back.

Looking down at the patch of hair on his chest, your reply of, “You’re only saying that because I’m topless and you saw my breasts.”

Gator put his finger under your chin and raised your head the slightest bit to look into your eyes. “Yes, your breasts are beautiful, but you, dollface, are more beautiful.”

Tears filled your eyes as you took in Gator’s words. You valued being called beautiful more than any other adjective people use to describe someone’s looks. “So are you.” At the look Gator gave you, it made you laugh.

“You’re, like… handsomely beautiful,” you added.

“Okay then,” Gator said, softly. Placing his lips on yours, he decided then and there that he was going to make you his, no matter what. Pulling back just a little, he whispered, “Just so you know, dollface, I won’t go slow. I will risk tipping this fucking truck over as I pound that pussy of yours.”

“O-Ooooohhhhh, shit,” you stuttered, watching as Gator unbuttoned and unzipped your pants.

He guided the material down your legs along with your panties, taking off each shoe to make it easier. Once you were completely naked underneath him, Gator did his best to finish undressing himself before reaching into the front of the truck to retrieve a condom from… wherever he was reaching, you couldn’t see.

As your eyes met his, you watched from your periphery as he rolled the condom onto his hard cock before leaned back over you, placing his lips on yours as he slowly, but not so gently entered you.

“O-o-o-o-oh, ffffffffffffffuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkk,” you moaned, reaching up to grab the back of his head. True to his word, Gator started to pound your pussy with just force that the truck, indeed, started to shake. “Just like that, G. Oh, my god, don’t stop!”

To better balance himself above you to look into your eyes, Gator placed his palm on the window, adding to the shakes of the truck. “God, you’re incredible!” he moaned, cupping your face.

You’d dreamt of this moment since your senior year of high school, just months before you stopped talking to Gator. You had thought about breaking your own silence with him by asking him to have sex with you, but you refrained, sticking to your guns, especially after he broke his promise to you.

Gator leaned down and kissed your lips with such fervor, you almost forgot how to breathe. “Yeah, yeah,” he moaned. “Almost there? Almost there?”

You couldn’t speak, this moment with him feeling in-fucking-credible. “I’m almost there, Gator. Don’t stop! If you do-” Moan. “I’ll cut your fucking dick off and feed to you.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you again. His chuckle turned into a full on laugh when he heard pounding on the window above your head.

The both of you looked up, seeing none other than Roy Tillman standing there with your father, a look of shock on your face that quickly turned into one of pleasure as you felt Gator’s finger touch your clit.

“Fuck, Gator,” you moaned, not caring that your father was watching you get fucked.

“Gonna fuckin’ come for me, dollface?” Gator asked. “Gonna fuckin’ come all over this cock?”

“Yes,” you groaned. “I’m gonna come all over your cock. Oh, my god, I’m coming. Gator, I’m coming. I’m-” Your words were cut off with the loudest moan you’d ever done, loudly whimpering as your climax washed over you, your core turning sensitive. “Gator, I’m getting sens-”

“I’m almost there, dollface,” he groaned, dipping his head into your neck. Letting out a loud moan of his own after a few more thrusts, Gator was spilling into the condom, the both of you wishing it was you he was spilling into instead of the condom.

Gator decided to voice his thought, saying, “Fuck, that was amazing, dollface.” Looking up at you, he added, “But I wish I had come inside of your pussy rather this fuckin’ condom.”

Laughing, your hands cupped his cheeks, bringing him down towards your lips in a sweet kiss. 

Before the two of you could sit in the post-sex bliss, the knocking on the window sounded again, this time Roy’s voice coming through the window as he asked, “You two done?”

Looking from Gator to Roy, you replied, “I wouldn’t mind round two.”

“Get the hell out of the truck,” your father said, walking off. 

After your father and Roy walked off, you looked at Gator for a brief moment before the two started laughing, almost hysterically. “Come on, doll,” Gator said. “Let’s get you cleaned up and dressed.”

About ten minutes later, the two of you were dressed and walking into the house, ignoring both of your father’s stares as you walked through the kitchen and to the stairs, where Gator had stopped you just to kiss you.

Pulling back, he looked at you, a slight smile on his face. “I’ve always loved you, dollface. Did you know that?” With a smile on your face, you leaned up just the slightest, a smile on your face as you replied. “Yes, and I you, Gator Tillman.”

Pushing a piece of hair behind your ear, Gator said, “Now, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna take you into my bedroom, eat this pussy until you’re coming all over my face, and then I’m gonna make the sweetest love to you before I pound that pussy once again until us and my sheets are covered in cum and sweat. What do you say?”

“I say…” You stepped up a couple of steps, now standing a little higher than Gator with a playful smirk on your face. “What are you waiting for, G?” Turning your back to him, you started walking up the stairs before looking back at him, squealing as you watched him run after you before you, too, bolted up the steps and into his room, ready for round two.

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A/N 2:  hi, friends! this is probably the longest standalone fic i've ever written, lol. let me know what you thought! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

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Posted on January 4, 2025

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Swampbound I

Adla had lived in Florida her whole life, yet the strange debris that washed ashore after storms still startled her. Broken tree limbs and splintered pieces of homes were expected, but today was different.

Tangled in seaweed, she spotted frantic turtle hatchlings, frogs, and crabs struggling to reclaim their place in the chaos. But nothing compared to the sight before her: a bloody, mangled deer carcass lying in the tall grass, torn flesh and fur clinging to shredded cloth.

Her instincts screamed at her to turn back, but curiosity pulled her closer. Kneeling down, she caught the metallic scent of blood, and a chill gripped her. Something violent had occurred.

A gator? No, they dragged their prey into the water. Maybe a hawk? But even a bird of prey wouldn’t leave this kind of mess. Could it be a bobcat? They prowled these swamps, opportunistic in their hunting. But as she examined the prints—large, wolf-like, and deeper than any she’d seen—her heart raced. Four parallel prints faded into something far stranger: two flatter, elongated impressions.

Like feet.

Human feet.

The footprints were far too big to be hers, and she knew she was alone out there. The air felt thick, the swamp unnaturally quiet, as if the world was holding its breath. Her father’s voice echoed in her mind: “Never run from a person or an animal. Running makes you prey.”

She gripped her hunting knife, steadying her wrist, eyes scanning the brush for hidden dangers but there was nothing– no one hiding in the bushes, no animal stalking her. Just thick humidity, carrying the earthy scent of wet soil and decaying leaves. 

Time to head back.

As she treaded carefully over the spongy ground, the low rumble of an engine caught her attention. She hadn’t expected company—she rarely did. As a child, she’d hated the isolation of this place, but now it felt like a shield.

Rushing up the muddy incline, her boots kicked loose clumps of earth. At the porch of her old Cracker house, she leaned against the weathered wood, squinting down the overgrown path. A boxy, faded green Jeep Cherokee bounced along the uneven track.

Jesse Hampton. Of course.

He stepped out, scanning the trees before his gaze settled on her. His mahogany skin glistened under the humid sun, damp shirt clinging to his chest, hair wild from the moisture. Stubble covered his jaw—unusual for him but understandable after the chaos of the storm. Even so, he was as handsome as ever.

“Addy,” he called, voice steady but laced with urgency. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.” His gaze darted behind her, searching the shadows. “I know it seems all quiet and nice, but it ain’t safe.”

She rolled her eyes, not wanting to give him more reason to worry. “You’re soundin’ just like my father.”

Jesse’s expression tightened, something unspoken hanging between them. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Promise me you’ll be careful. You got a light in you that draws eyes—sometimes the wrong ones.”

His words hung heavy, and a flicker of fear flashed in her eyes. “You’re fussing over nothing. I’m just fine,” she shot back, but unease gnawed at her. Jesse knew something she didn’t.

“What you doing out here, anyway?” she asked, folding her arms.

“Do I need a reason?” he countered, flashing that charming smile of his.

“You always got a reason when you show up without warning. So, what’s the scoop this time?”

Jesse owned a busy convenience store in town but thrived on side hustles, always finding a way to get by. She admired his resourcefulness, but it was a reminder that he always had some angle he was working.

“Just wanted to check on you, see how you’re faring after the storm. But if I ain’t welcome…” He paused, putting on a mock-serious face. “I can just as easily turn right back around.”

“Yeah, right,” she scoffed, turning away as she ascended the steps. “You say that every time, but you always wind up inside.” She shot him a teasing grin over her shoulder. “You don’t even bother asking to come in anymore.”

“After all the times I’ve been ‘round, why would I ask?” He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a playful spark in his eye. “Sometimes late at night, if I remember right.”

Adla shook her head, heading toward the kitchen. “That ain’t the same thing, and you know it.”

She opened the fridge and grabbed a pitcher of cold water, pouring a glass and handing it to him. Their fingers brushed, igniting that familiar spark that always hung in the air between them.

“Why you gotta say it like that?” Jesse asked, his brow furrowing as he took a sip from his glass.

“‘Cause you gotta get it, Jesse,” Adla replied, picking her words with care. “I ain’t one for surprises. You should’ve let me know you were coming before just poppin’ up like this.” She forced a sweet smile, hoping to ease the sting. Before anything, he was her closest friend, and the last thing she wanted was to hurt him.

He leaned casually against the counter, a sly grin spreading across his face. Adla considered asking if he’d been snooping around her property—Jesse had a knack for being sneaky—but thought better of it. Questions would only lead to more questions.

“I thought I was special,” he inched closer, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Oh, really? Where’d you get that idea from?” She raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement.

“Just a hunch,” he said, tugging at a tight curl in her ponytail, the spiral bouncing back like a rubber band. He leaned in to whisper, “I figured if I play my cards right and keep doing that thing you like, I might get a little something in return.”

She fought to hold back a smile. “Like what exactly?”

“Ain’t askin’ for much. Just the freedom to come and go when I feel like it.” Jesse leaned in for a kiss, his lips hovering just shy of hers. Adla pushed against his broad chest, stopping him.

Jesse was fine as hell—fit, sharp, and always finding a way out of trouble. She liked being around him, sure, but no one—not even him—was about to think they had a hold on her. She ran her own life, and settling down wasn’t in the cards, especially when she knew other women were likely getting a taste of that same charm and quick thinking too.

“Nope, not a chance,” she said, playful but firm, shaking her head. “But since you’re already here, I could use your help with something.”

“Oh really?” he replied, his interest piqued. “What you need?”

“Help me set these traps and see what washed up after that storm,” she said, stealing a quick sip from his cup. She wanted to catch some crabs and fish to fill up her freezer, and the thought of going back into the woods alone made her uneasy.

“Aww, man,” he groaned dramatically. “I should’ve known coming over here meant I’d have to work. You’re a real slave driver, you know that?”

They settled into a rhythm, working side by side, their comfortable banter broken by the silence of the storm’s aftermath. They inspected her garden for damage while Jesse filled her in on town gossip—apparently, Mrs. Flowers had been caught in Mr. Jenkins’ house by Mr. Flowers. Uprooted mustard greens littered the ground as Adla pulled them up, but thankfully, the okra and sweet potatoes had weathered the storm. She just hoped the excess moisture wouldn’t lead to rot.

Moving on to the fishing nets and traps, they stumbled upon something concerning.

A mountain of fish heads littered the reeds where she usually set her traps, alongside crab shells stripped of their claws and backs. This wasn’t the typical damage—something worse lurked here, disturbingly messy and uncharacteristic of the area’s usual predators.

“What in the world?” Adla muttered, her heart racing as she scanned the ground for prints. “You think it was a gator?

“A gator wouldn’t leave pieces like this,” Jesse replied, his brow furrowing.

“Something else made this mess,” she finished, feeling her skin prickling as those unsettling feelings from earlier came rushing back. She described the strange prints and the shredded carcass she’d seen to Jesse, who listened closely, rubbing her shoulders to calm her down.

“You shouldn't be out here tonight, Addy. Why don’t you come stay with me?”

Apprehension settled in her gut about what the darkness might bring, but she couldn’t accept his offer. His grandmother’s old house might be just down the road, but it felt wrong to spend the night in another woman’s home—even if she had adored Adla.

Plus, sneaking around with Jesse where anyone could see was out of the question. She refused to give anyone the chance to stir up drama or question her independence. She couldn’t bear the thought of becoming the next Mrs. Flowers, her good name dragged through the mud for all who would listen.

“No one—and nothing—is going to run me out of my house,” she said, half to him, half to herself. This place was her sanctuary, the fruit of her struggles and her ancestors' labor. They had fought hard for this land, and she felt a fierce pride in maintaining it. Out in the wilderness, peace was something earned, not given. She would defend her home if it came to that.

“You don’t know what’s lurking out here, and you think it’s smart to be by yourself? That don’t make no sense, baby doll,” Jesse insisted, his usual persistence edged with urgency.

“Don't call me that. I’m not your ‘baby doll,’” she shot back, irritation flaring. She knew what was good for her better than anyone else ever could. Jesse had been testing her boundaries too much lately.

“I already told you—I’m staying. You should head out on out here before dark.”

“Don’t be like that—” he started, his voice smooth and sweet like molasses. Today, though, she wasn’t falling for it.

“Go on,” she said, stepping in close to block his path. “I’ll finish up and lock everything up tight, but I need you to leave now.”

Jesse met her eyes, noticing the resolve etched into her expression. Adla stood firm, arms crossed, one hip jutting out, her nose wrinkled just so. She had made up her mind, and he knew he’d already pushed her enough for one day.

“Alright, I’m on my way,” he agreed. “But you promise me you ain’t stepping outside tonight. Whatever you do, don’t go crossing that threshold.”

Adla frowned at his strange phrasing. “Why would I be out here? I ain’t foolish enough to roam around at night." His shoulders were knotted with tension. "What’s got you so riled up?”

“Just trust me on this,” he insisted, locking eyes with her, his expression serious. “You’ll be safe, no matter what, if you just stay inside tonight.”

Last she checked, danger didn’t give a damn about doors, windows, or any other barriers. But it was clear he wouldn’t leave until she agreed.

“Alright, fine,” she said, stretching out the words, “I’ll stay in tonight. Not like I was gonna be out and about anyway.”

“Good,” Jesse smiled, wrapping her up in his arms tight. “I’ll call you later, and you better pick up. If you don’t, I’ll be back, whether you want me to or not.” As he turned to leave, Adla couldn’t help but smile after him. Jesse could be a handful, but beneath his cool front, she knew he cared for her just as fiercely as she did for him. In the wild expanse of the Florida swamps, that bond meant everything.

He lingered in the driveway while she hurried to gather crab shells, tossing them into the compost bin—no sense letting them go to waste. He didn’t start his engine until she was safely inside with the door closed, waving goodbye from the street as she watched from the window.

After locking up, she sank into a well-deserved bubble bath, a sweet reward for a hard day’s work. The clawfoot tub, older than her but still in solid shape, had become a cherished fixture in her home. The bathroom, filled with the scent of incense and candles, wrapped around her like a familiar hug. After her father passed, her first goal had been to breathe life back into the old house, make it her own.

Reminders of him were everywhere—the doorframe where he marked her height on the first day of school, the cast-iron pans he used for dinner. But mostly, the house was hers now—weathered, yet undeniably new in its own way.

Her time in the city felt like a world away from the peace she found here. Juggling multiple jobs just to make ends meet, she was always surrounded by nosy neighbors and men who didn’t know how to take no for an answer. But the worst part was the stalker—a shadowy figure who slipped chilling notes under her apartment door. I know who you are. What you can do. It left her confused and drained, but she didn’t tuck tail and run back home until her father passed away.

The guilt of not being there at the end haunted her, so she kept busy. Her part-time job at the new bed-and-breakfast in town helped pay the bills, and on weekends, she sold her art—sculptures made from found objects—at a flea market a couple of towns over. Every spare moment was spent creating with her hands. Her life wasn’t glamorous, but the peace and was worth more than anything else.

“When You’re Young and in Love” by The Marvelettes played softly on the record player, one of her mother’s favorites. She couldn’t quite relate to the notion of being swept off her feet but it sounded good, romantic even. Her daddy had been left in pieces when her mama died, never even thinking about finding another. She yearned for a love that strong, but the idea also chilled her to the bone.

She had only a handful of pictures, but from those, Adla saw the resemblance. She inherited her father’s level-headed temperament, but her rich skin tone, flat nose, and wide, expressive eyes—all of that came from her mother. Those features made her feel close to the woman whose absence she felt deeply.

With a sigh, Adla rose from the cool water, wrapping a towel around her waist. Her earlier worries faded as she slathered on cocoa butter lotion and slipped into a floral-patterned cotton nightgown.

After her nighttime routine of checking the locks and lights, she settled in. The old wooden floors creaked softly underfoot—a comforting sound that added to the home’s charm.

Just as she was about to crawl into bed, faint sounds from outside caught her ear—rhythmic scraping and thumping carried on the wind. Strange noises weren’t rare out in the boonies, but this one sent a shiver down her spine. Something was different. She paused in the hallway, glancing toward the door.

A tug, almost physical, pulled her toward it, despite Jesse’s warnings. It was as if something—someone—was calling her, and the urge was too strong to ignore. 

The door creaked as she pushed it open. Through the screen, she squinted, trying to make sense of the dim shapes outside. A flicker of movement caught her eye, and in the cool moonlight, she saw it—something massive. A shadow loomed over the porch, too large to be any regular animal.

A knot twisted in her gut. It wasn’t a bobcat. This was more like a coyote—if coyotes were massive. No, this creature looked more like a wolf, except wolves didn’t roam Florida’s saltwater jungle.

Its amber eyes glowed like lanterns in the dark, locking onto hers with an intensity that left her feeling ice-cold. Jesse’s warnings echoed in her mind. Was this creature more than it seemed?

I know this fool ain’t lookin’ at me like I’m dinner. Adla squared her shoulders. “You don’t belong here,” she hollered, “Now, git! Get on outta here!”

The wolf growled low and deep, the frightening sound vibrating through the night air. It took a shaky step forward, and she noticed it was limping. A deep, ugly gash ran from its back down to its hind leg, blood darkening the wooden porch.

She didn’t move. Something about the creature—its pain, its presence—held her still. It was more than an injured beast. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt rooted to the spot.

A wave of instinct surged through her, a primal warning that clashed with her fear.

“Don’t you dare come any closer!” she warned, reaching for the shotgun above the door, her gaze locked on the approaching creature. She raised the gun, aiming through the screen, her finger on the trigger.

If it took just one more step forward—

The wolf paused at the door’s edge, held back by something unseen, something stronger than the flimsy screen. Her eyes flicked to the threshold, recalling Jesse’s cryptic words about things not crossing certain lines.

This was it. A choice. But Adla hesitated, her finger hovering over the trigger. She couldn’t pull it.

The wolf whined, collapsing in a heap at her feet, its strength giving out. Its amber eyes, still glowing, held no aggression—only a silent plea. The sight tugged at something deep inside her, stirring memories of her own struggles.

Her father’s words echoed in her mind: “Respect the creatures out here, just like you respect yourself. Life’s tough enough without us makin’ it harder on each other.”

Adla sighed, lowering the shotgun. The wolf’s blood was already drying on the porch. Tomorrow, she’d scrub it clean, but for tonight, she’d let the creature stay. She hoped it would make it through the night.

After triple-checking the locks, she placed the shotgun within arm’s reach and settled into bed, the creaking floorboards beneath her a familiar lullaby. Yet, the strange pull toward the wolf lingered in her mind. Maybe it wasn’t just an animal, but something deeper—a reflection of her own struggles, a sign from her father. Whatever it was, she’d reckon with it tomorrow. For now, she surrendered to sleep, trusting that both she and the wolf would survive the night.

Chapter Two.

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Naughty List (Gator Tillman X F!Reader)

Gator comes round to reader’s house on Christmas Eve to get his gift.

This is in the two sinners world.

18+ only!! Smut ahead!!! Fic includes sub!Gator, dom!f!reader, oral (f recieving), mentions of wax play and piv sex, teasing language, use of restraints, dry humping, use of underwear as a gag, mentions of spanking with belt, panty kink????, brief aftercare. Reader fucking loves being mean to Gator hahaha I love her (me).

This is the completed version of this lil ficlet. And apologies, I was going to post it on Xmas day but I was too drunk and merry to edit and write. I’m not 100% with this one but it was fun fun fun. Like all the two sinners stuff is. Thank u all for reading and engaging with the series. ❤️ u all.

Ok seeing Gator on Christmas Day is out of the question. He’s spending the day with Glenda and Roy reciting their favourite psalms and thanking the lord for a bountiful Christmas. Glenda goes all out at Christmas, it’s obviously her favourite holiday and she constantly updates her Facebook with pictures of a content looking Roy and an exhausted looking Gator. No doubt, Glenda will have made him a piece of her artwork and bought him some novelty socks. He’ll smile at her and press a kiss to her cheek but you rejoice in the knowledge that thoughts of your Christmas Eve are running through his head. 

[sent at 13:30] You: got your Christmas present at my house. Door will be unlocked for when you finish at 6. I’ll be upstairs 🎁

[received at 13:42] Gator💩🐍: am i on the nice list?

[sent at 13:43] You: no. See you at 6 💋

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His Christmas present is you- OBVIOUSLY. But it’s a version of you that Gator only really gets when he begs and even then, you don’t always give it him. He asks for this when you eat his ass or when he’s had a week of getting non stop shit from his daddy or Glenda. 

He wants you to turn him on that much his brain switches off.

He wants you to be in control and dominate him. 

You’re wearing a red lace set with garters and pointy red heels. It’s nearly pitch black by the time Gator arrives. You’ve left one lamp lit downstairs to guide him up but, honestly, he knows the layout of your home like the back of his hand. In the bedroom, your curtains are open with the twinkling of outdoor Christmas lights provide occasional flickers that illuminate your white linen bed sheets. A cinnamon candle is glowing by the door and nearly blows out when Gator enters as dramatic as ever. 

You’re sat at the end of the bed waiting for him and you smirk as you take in his expression- seemingly enthralled by your red look. 

“Crawl to me, baby” your voice is low and by the way Gator drops to his knees without hesitation and a look of relief on his face- you already know how tonight is going to go. 

He’s slow in his movement, keeping eye contact with you as he crawls towards your open legs and stopping a few inches from your panties. His eyes are fixed on the damp spot on your red underwear and his shuddering breaths are filling the room. You run your hands through his slicked back hair as you try not to recoil at the unnatural feeling of brushing your nails through hair gel. 

“Y’wanna taste?” He looks up at you with the most love sick eyes you’ve ever seen, he nods slowly as he brushes his tongue over his bottom lip. You grip his hair in your hand as you push him into your panties, “make me cum with my panties still on baby- y’don’t deserve to taste properly just yet”. He groans as he pushes his face further into your pussy. He’s messy with it and you can feel his spit dripping down between your legs. It feels so good and the knowledge that he’s desperate to please you brings you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Take my panties off and make me cum on your tongue Gator, don’t let me down” you throw your head back on the bed as you feel Gator rip your panties down your legs and throw them across the room. He’s that desperate to make you cum he’s moaning into your pussy as he eats you out and you know he’s palming himself over his cargos. Your back arches as you clamp your thighs around Gator’s head and cry out as you cum. 

He’s pressing hot kisses to your thighs as your pussy clenches around nothing, you can feel your breathing begin to regulate again as you come down from your high. Your hand smoothes over his ruffled hair, “that was so good Gator. You did such a good job…good to know you can do something right”. His smile drops at your final sentence. On trembling legs you head over to your closest to get the box that Gator both wants and dreads. The box is full of sex toys, restraints (some crudely made and some from a hidden sex store in town) and things that you’ve seen at a local store and thought could be fun and sexy. Jax has contributed to the box, he bought some candles and teased you for hours by slowly dropping hot wax over your chest whilst fucking you softly. Gator was devastated when he found out and had begged you to do it to him the next day. You weren’t as gentle and he fucking loved it. 

You can hear him kicking off his boots and unzipping his cargos. 

“Did I tell you to get undressed?”

“No but uh- I thought…”

You softly kiss him, tasting the remnants of your cum on his plush lips. “Don’t think baby, I know how hard that can be for you. Just lie on the bed dressed how you are now- hands above your head”. Your voice is authoritative and Gator never wants to disappoint you when he’s in this headspace. 

As soon as his hands are placed at your headboard, you click pink fluffy handcuffs around them and make sure that they are tight. There’s something about the sight of your local Sheriff tied to your bed with novelty pink handcuffs that you love. You’ve taken a picture before and when you really want to fuck with Gator you’ll send it to him when you know he’s working with his daddy. You look at Gator, a silent check in to make sure he’s okay and he replies with a quick nod. He looks fucked out already, his lower face is red from the lace rubbing against it and his usually perfectly placed hair is disheveled. He looks desperate and that’s exactly how he wants it. You retrieve your panties from the floor and sit over Gators clothed cock. 

“D’you really think you’re on the nice list this year baby? Can you tell me anything nice you’ve done for me?” 

You slowly start to grind against his hard cock. When you look down, you can see a wet spot of his pre cum soaking through his cargos. You can feel him thrust up to try and get some friction to his achingly hard cock. You quickly rise so he gets nothing. 

You grip his cheeks so his lips purse out “this isn’t good boy behaviour, Gator”. You inch closer to his face, “if you move again without my permission, you can fucking crawl home to her and fuck your fist to thoughts of me like some pathetic fucking loser”.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I’m f- I’m so sorry” he can’t think straight. His hands are in tight fists at the top of the bed and the sound of his breath filling the room. In and out. In and out. Probably trying to slow his breathing so he doesn’t cum when you start to grind down on him again. 

The red underwear is quickly pushed towards his face. “Can you smell my cum baby? You were so good at doing that. Y’want another taste?” He nods as the balled up fabric is shoved into his mouth. You watch in awe as his eyes roll back whilst the makeshift gag stifles his moan. Rotating your hips slowly, you start to rock against his hard cock. 

“Y’know when Jenson was round here a few nights ago. He left his belt, he was desperate to get his pants off as soon as he came in the door”. The fabric of Gator’s cargo is beginning to feel damp, you know it’s a mix of his pre cum and your arousal covering his work pants. It feels so good for you so you can imagine Gator’s getting close to cumming. His eyes are locked onto your body, watching your hips steadily swirl against him. “I was thinking I could use his belt on you, maybe could’ve bent you over the bed and used it to spank you”. His eyes screw shut and you can’t help the laugh that slips out. His body is stiff with tension underneath yours. 

“Gator,” you chide, voice high and mocking “are you gonna cum thinking about me using some guys belt on you? Thinkin’ about me punishing you?”. He thrusts up and rather than backing off him you press your pussy harder against him. Rocking your hips back and forth on his cock and hearing him whimper through the lace underwear in his mouth. You lower your lips to his ear as you order him in a whisper to “cum in your pants before I send you back to your girlfriend and daddy”. He thrusts one final time against you and moans loudly as his eyes screw shut. His hands are in tight fists as he pulls off from the headboard and breaks the handcuffs into two pieces. With his now free hand, he pulls your underwear out of his mouth with staggered breath. 

He’s cum in his pants; the already dark fabric now a darker colour around his crotch. His hands are covering his eyes with the broken restraints around his wrists like pink fluffy bracelets. You hear him curse under his breath as his breathing starts to normalise. He’s usually a bit vulnerable when you take control so you’re more affectionate than usual. Normally, after he cums you’re both in a hurry to leave, not wanting to stay in each others vicinity to enjoy the post orgasm bliss. It has to be different when it’s like this and you both silently know it. He sits up on the bed and you get in his lap again, slicking his hair back down and helping him get out of the now broken handcuffs. You press a soft kiss to his forehead and he grips your hip as a wordless thank you. 

Before he leaves, you hand him your panties with the smell of his spit and your orgasm still on the fabric. He smirks as he tucks them into his back pocket. 

On Christmas evening, he sends you a picture of his hard clock with your panties wrapped round it. It immediately turns you on as you can picture the scene. Glenda and Roy will be asleep in their rooms as Gator is fisting his cock with your underwear. His lip will be red from biting with him trying to keep his moans from slipping out. He’ll be thinking of you and it makes you feel fucking great. 

[received at 23:49] Gator🐍💩: [image attached]

[received at 23:49] Gator🐍💩: best Christmas present this year

[r4fe-cam3ron]

Can you write a Gator fluff fic? There’s not enough in here. Maybe… Gator has been away for awhile cause of work and surprises reader by coming home early? <3

absolutely!! thank you for your request love! <3 w; none - just talks of jobs and fluff and short :( (i apologize)! ( no photo/gif for this one sadly :( )

you groan in frustration, dropping face first into the fresh sheets that had kept popping off the sides.

gator is usually here to help - even if he grumbled and complain about it, he would do it in a heartbeat.

one of the sides fold over your elbow, covering your hand and you lie in defeat. huffing, you turn your head and press your cheek into the mattress as well.

you’re so tired, yet can’t seem to exactly get any sleep, especially when gator had been gone for about three days for work.

it’s getting colder outside as well - which, you loved, but, also, sleeping with the fan on and shorts instead kept you chilly (gator had also lovingly called you a dummy when complaining about how cold it was - he does not and will never understand).

flinching when a hand grips your calf, you quickly look over your shoulder at the mentioned boy who has a smirk on his face.

“gator?”

“i’ve been gone for three days and this is how i get a welcome home?”

slipping from the bed, you turn and wrap your arms around his neck quickly. he smells of artificial vape smoke - it smells like blueberries, though you’d never admit it, that one was your favorite - the cologne you bought him for his birthday, and coffee.

his hand grips at your waist, while his other drops his vape onto his nightstand before reaching up and slipping off his cap. he places it on your head with a small smile.

“you’re home.”

“i’m home,” he nods as his hand drops to your shoulder this time, brushing back some hair. “and i talked to roy about letting me have off a week.”

“and?” you lift onto your toes slightly, excited about the prospect of having him home to yourself for a full week.

“and….” your brows lift with a small smile on your face. “i only got two days,” you pout and drop your forehead against his chest, the hat popping up and hitting his nose. he flinches slightly, but chuckles.

“hey, it’s somethin’. be grateful i was able to get that.”

“maybe you could call in sick when your days are up.”

“yeah,” he scoffs and takes his hat, tossing it to the nightstand as well before stalking around the bed. “‘cause that’s not weird…at all.”

“hey,” you throw your hands up in mock surrender. “it’s worth a shot. i miss you and want ya all to myself.”

“you can have me for a full two days,” he’s reaching for the sheet. “now, let’s get this on so we can get dressed for bed and cuddle up while you complain ‘bout bein’ cold while a fan blows on your face and feet stick out from the sheets.”

you glare at him with your hands on your hips. “i hate you.” you reach for the sheets now.

he smirks, looking at you through his lashes. “you love me.”

rolling your eyes, you hum slightly in thought. “debatable.” you say through fighting back a smile.

[phantomdreamgirl]

Missing the 🐊 boy, so here's a reworked version of a previous post from last year 🙃

18+

His imposing frame presses you against the fender of his truck. His hand cradles your face as he smiles at you.

"I already told you, I'm not going anywhere with you," you say, averting your eyes from his hungry gaze.

"Ya sure about that?" He asks. His voice is low, lethal.

He tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him. A smirk plays on his lips as he leans in close.

"We could have a real nice time..." he adds, brushing his lips against yours.

You sigh, your resolve weakening as he snakes his arm around your waist.

"Gator..."

He cuts you off with a kiss. Your body melts into his, as you kiss him desperately.

"I knew you liked me..." he breathes.

His name leaves your lips in another sigh.

"I think you'd like to kiss me like that all the time, wouldn't ya?"

He pulls away slightly, only to see the lustful look in your eyes.

You give him his answer by pulling him into another kiss. It's futile to refuse him. Your fingers curl at the back of his neck, while he lowly groans at the feeling of the faint scratch of your nails.

He pulls away again, this time to open the back, passenger door of his truck. You're both soon scrambling into the backseat.

You straddle his lap as he presses searing kisses along any exposed skin. His large hands are everywhere.

"Been dreamin' about this for so long, baby," he breathily confesses, with his lips on your neck.

You whimper when you feel his teeth sink into your skin. He's rough, at first, but soon soothes the bruised skin with a wet kiss.

He glances up at you, with that infamous smirk.

You run your hands through his slicked back hair, pulling his face closer to yours for another desperate kiss. He moans into the kiss, with his hands tightening on your hips.

"Ya really want me, huh?" He asks, as you roll your eyes.

"Shut up," you breathe, between kisses.

"Gonna let me finally fuck ya, then? And ruin ya for any other guy?"

You whine in response as he nips at your bottom lip.

"C'mon, need to hear ya say it," he continues, as he reaches to cup your cheek.

You glare at him, for a moment, before you give into your overwhelming need for him.

"Yes," you quietly reply, now teasing your lips against his. "Ruin me."

[acidxinxwonderland]

small spaces and large hands

18 plus smut shot! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy/F!Reader

Summary: All you wanted to do was pull a harmless prank on your good gator friend, how were you supposed to know that you'd end up getting holed up in a closet with Freddy? Although just maybe it was all worth it in the end.

Tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Robot/Human Relationships, No vaginal sex, thigh grinding, thigh fucking, Female Reader, Closet Sex, Praise Kink

Word Count: 2.9k

 A/N: Just a fun lil one shot I've been writing for the past few days ^^ enjoy!! :D

The ao3 link in case that’s more your style: small spaces and large hands

Everyday you learn something new working as a maintenance worker at the Mega Pizzaplex, today is the day you learned that just maybe pulling pranks on giant animatronics is not the best idea. Especially if that animatronic is a gator with an ill temperament.

“Get back here brat!”

You hear him roar behind you while your legs carry you as far as you can go, trying your best to suppress your giggles as you look back to see the googly eyes still on his glasses. You whip your head back around, taking a sharp turn down a large corridor and seeing your knight in shining armor, Freddy.

“Freddy!” You stop right in front of him, panting out and looking up at him a panicked yet extremely amused expression your face.

“Superstar! Are you alright-”

You’re quick to interrupt him. “No time for that, I gotta hide, Monty’s after me!”

The animatronic bear stares down at you for only a moment before opening the door behind him and grabbing your shoulders. He picks you up with utmost ease, bringing you into a cramped closet and closing the door behind him.

It was too late for you two when you both realized he did not need to come into this closet with you.

You are now sandwiched between a giant robot made of metal and a cold hard wall, your lips tug down into a frown as you try your best to move to get some more room.

“This is uncomfortable.” Freddy bluntly states and you have to stop everything in your power to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, you think?” You huff.

“My apologies superstar. Here, I can adjust myself and make it more accommodating for you.” Freddy reaches down and grabs your hips with attentive hands, bending his knees to lower himself so he can press his back against the wall.

You let out a sigh of relief as he places you back down on the ground, giving you a bit more breathing room. It was almost perfect except for the thick thigh right in between your legs, only the smallest movement and you’d be brushing up against him.

“Is this better?”

“Yeah, much better, thanks bud.”

There was a silence that fell between the two of you after this, his blue optics fixated on you intently and although his presence was quite calm the air still felt thick around you. You try your best to think of something to say but thankfully he speaks first.

“So… Why are we hiding?”

“Well, it was supposed to be just me hiding but erm… I may or may not have put googly eyes on Monty’s shade when he set them down.” You let out a small chuckle, feeling satisfied with yourself. “Clearly, he did not think it was very funny.”

You expect to get reprimanded for your harmless prank from Freddy, but instead he lets out a deep chuckle that was like music to your ears.

“Oh my! That is quite hilarious.” He gives you a tender look, bringing his hand up to pat your head. “I am impressed, but of course, someone as clever as you would be able to pull something like this off.”

You smile up at him as you enjoy the contact. “Well I’m glad you think so. I mean, it was no biggie, I did want to take a picture but he figured it out pretty quick, you know… Not really being able to see very well as soon as he put the shades back on.” You snicker. “He immediately went after me too, didn’t even take off the eyes.”

“Hah! Really? I can only imagine how he looked.” Freddy’s tone was full of amusement. “Just be careful alright? Monty would never harm you of course, but he still has quite the temper…”

“I am well aware.” You nod your head. “I knew what I was getting into, it was worth it.”

“Well then I'm glad it provided you entertainment.”

Your eyes search his face for a moment; you really were expecting him to scold you for what you’ve done, he’s always on your case over the smallest things. It appears like pulling pranks on one of his bandmates was not worthy of one of his lectures.

You wait there for a few moments before you feel as though the coast is clear, although now you are starting to enjoy the closeness. You go to move but Freddy does before you, his leg moves upward and presses against your sex. Your eyes widen from the sudden friction, a small gasp falling from your lips.

“Are you alright?” Freddy was quick to check on you, his head tilting to the side. Does he really not realize the situation he just put you both in?

“Um.. Y-yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” You whisper as your eyes wander around the small closet due to the nervousness you feel deep within you. “Just still feeling a bit cramped.”

He nods his head. “I understand, I'll try to make it better.”

You go to open your mouth to tell him not to do that yet the only thing that tumbled out was a sharp moan as his thigh slid even further up against you. Freddy immediately stills himself, staring down at you with what appears to be a surprised expression. The air was even more thick as his blue optics searched your flushed face.

“... Did I hurt you?” He finally asks and you shake your head.

“N-no… No you didn’t hurt me. Just um,” You glance down at his leg. “Your thigh is up against a sensitive spot right now.”

You watch as the gears turn in his head before finally understanding what you mean. “Oh! It was a sound of pleasure?”

You didn’t know your face could feel so hot, shooting him a glare. “You don’t have to say it out loud!”

“You’re right, superstar, I'm sorry.” He trails off, keeping his eyes fixated on your face while you begin to become more and more hot underneath your shirt. “Your heart rate is so high... There is no need to be embarrassed.” His voice drops down an octave, a tone you’ve never heard him speak in before, it was… Really nice.

“Well you know, making a noise like that in front of Freddy Fazbear is not exactly something that happens every day.” You look away from him, it didn’t help that his thigh was still pressed up against you.

“No, it sure isn’t… But in my opinion, I think it sounded enchanting.”

Your eyes snap back up at him quickly, your shoulders tensing as his words sink in.

His hands fall down to your hips, giving them a light squeeze as he leaned down closer to you. “In fact,” He pushes you down onto his thigh, eliciting a gasp from you. “I would really like to hear more… If that’s alright with you.”

You are at a loss for words, not expecting him to actually make a move on you. You feel the air in your lungs get squeezed out as you train your gaze on him, it was not easy to think with him holding you like this. He was so much larger than you, you know it was supposed to be intimidating but all you feel is a surge of wetness in between your thighs.

“O-of course it is.” You finally murmur out.

As soon as you give the permission he presses you down onto him more while raising his leg. You bite down on your bottom lip, the sensation making you whimper. He lets out a hum as he begins to guide your body back and forth, your clothed sex easily sliding against his metal leg.

“There we go… Does that feel nice?” He purrs out the question, staring down at you with half lidded eyes.

“Y-yes, it feels good.” You find yourself having a hard time keeping your eyes on him, feeling extremely flustered from his ministrations. You let your head fall back against the wall behind you, thighs quivering from each tingling pleasure sent through your body.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, superstar.” His voice was soft yet demanding.

You are quick to follow his command, bringing your eyes onto his. His gaze was so intense, it made your muscles seize as you allowed soft noises to fall from your lips.

Each drag of your hips sent chills across your skin, not being able to stop the timidness you feel as he brings his hand up to your face. The large paw caresses your jawline before using his thumb to trace your bottom lip, you part them as he pushes the large digit into your mouth. Your lids halfen, suckling gently as he lets out a low groan from the sight alone.

Freddy continues to guide you with ease using his other hand, the grip on your hip tightening to the point it felt almost bruising. A muffled moan emits from you as he picks up the pace, the friction was enough to feel your core tighten up in knots.

You become louder around the thumb in your mouth, it was almost embarrassing that you were already on the edge despite the two of you just starting, what made it worse when Freddy stilled your hips.

He pulls the thumb out of your mouth and you give him a slight glare. “W-why did you stop!?”

“I apologize my starlet, but I have a better idea.” He withdraws his hand from your face and pulls down your pants and underwear to your mid thigh in one quick motion. He stops for a moment, staring down at your dripping cunt with a low growl that causes a deep blush to spread across your cheeks. His thumbs trace around your glistening lips with a feather light touch.

“You are so beautiful.” He murmurs out in a trance-like tone. It takes him a few moments to snap out of it, finally using his massive hands to cup the back of your thighs and as if you weigh nothing more but a feather, he pushes your legs up into the air until your knees are up towards your torso. “Is this too uncomfortable?”

You grunt from the stretch, feeling a deep sense of curiosity from this strange position. “It’s um, it’s a-alright. What are you planning to do?”

Freddy gives a gentle squeeze to your skin before speaking. “I would like to use your thighs for pleasure. I promise it will feel good for both of us. Is that alright with you?”

Your eyes widen, taking a moment to breathe before nodding your head.

“Good, very good.” You can tell he’s getting excited as he slightly parts your legs. The sound of something opening hits your ears, your brows knit together and just as you are about to ask what that was you feel something rather big slowly push past your thighs.

You feel your breath stop in your throat as the head of a long, thick member comes into your vision. Your mouth was practically watering, you had no time to question it when all you could think about was how that would feel inside of you.

Freddy lets out a deep chuckle, bringing your body up a little more so it could rest upon your aching pussy. “You don’t seem too surprised.” He presses your thighs together once again, letting out a low groan. “Must be too excited to really care, hm?”

You nod your head, feeling something stir deep within you as you keep your eyes on the large cock between your legs. You were simply at a loss for words but who on earth could blame you? You feel your sex pulsate with carnal need, your body was screaming at you for more, more, more. “F-Freddy.” You finally whisper, snapping your eyes up to him with pure desperation. “Please move.”

“Since you’ve asked so obediently, of course. But you must try your best to not make too much noise, alright? I don’t want anyone hearing your beautiful sounds besides me.” With that he drags his hips back at an agonizing slow pace. Both of you make small noises from the delicious friction it created.  

You feel your wetness coat the underside of his member as he pushes back in, the rigid texture sliding across your clit was mind numbingly perfect.

You couldn’t grab too much considering you were suspended in the air in a bit of an uncomfortable position, so you hook your hands underneath your knees, pulling them up more as you continue to let out long moans from each drag of his cock against your swollen clit.

“Feels so good…” He huffs, his pace quickening as grunts emit from him. “Makes me wonder how tight you are, the thought of you squeezing around me sounds heavenly.”

Hearing Freddy Fazbear dirty talk was not something you’d expect to be a major turn on for you, but it made you barely think. Your hole felt empty, fluttering around nothing and causing you to squirm and whimper.

“You c-can go ahead. I-I… I want you inside of me.” You don’t even recognize your own voice as you whimper out in a pleading tone. “Please.” Since being polite seemed to work in your favor last time, what was the harm in trying it again?

Your words seem to have quite an effect on him with the way he snaps his hips forward, metal clashing against skin and causing you to let out a whimper that was a bit too loud.

He stills himself, another growl rumbling from him. “We can’t, it… It would not be wise when you are not properly prepared. Besides,” He rocks back and forth, setting a steady pace once again. “With the way you’re acting now, I know you wouldn’t be able to keep that pretty mouth of yours quiet.”

A warmth blooms across your cheeks like flowers in the spring, pants and grunts filling the void of the small closet. It was all so dizzying, especially once he picked up speed. The moans falling past your lips were increasing in volume and he gives you this warning look that sends a chill up your spine. You clasp your hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet as he continues to push in and out of your thighs.

“That’s a good girl.” He grunts out in between his heavenly noises. “So compliant, perfect for me.”

An unbearable pressure took place in your core from both the stimulation and his praise, your thighs squeeze tighter around him in an attempt to warn him but it was too late. You let out a long, almost feral moan through your hand, your head hitting the wall behind you as the waves of an orgasm came crashing down onto you.

“Oh my.” Freddy says in this awe struck voice that made you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. “That’s it, let it all out superstar… I never knew someone could look so good like this.”

Despite just cumming the bear steadily increased his thrusts, his brows knitting as his soft grunts became faster. You have to keep your hand over your mouth, the overstimulation was almost too much, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes

“Oh, oh my… I’m getting close. That’s my good girl, you can take it.” He rambles out so hotly it makes you want to hear him on the brink of cumming all the time.

Freddy’s hips stutter before giving one finally thrust in between your thighs. He lets out this long growl as his body leans forward, pushing your legs towards you even more.

Despite Freddy clearly reaching his climax, there was not a single drop of semen. You’re a little disappointed but not surprised.

The two of you stay in place for a moment, you catch your breath as Freddy appears to be registering what he has just done.

Finally he lets you down on your feet, smoothing your hair down and straightening your shirt as he mimics the sound of clearing his throat. “I am so sorry.” He says as he pulls up your pants. “That- that was highly inappropriate of me. I took advantage of you.”

You are quick to shake your head, a little taken aback from his sudden anxiety. “No, no!” You place your hands on his. “Not at all. I was 100 percent on board with this.”

“... You really mean that?”  

“Yes! That was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me, are you kidding?” You let out a laugh, rubbing your thumb into his metal.

Freddy laughs along, giving you a warm look as he brings his hand up to your cheek. “I trust you. You did so good for me, starlet.”

You turn your face towards his hand in an attempt to hide your growing blush. “T-thank you.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss against his palm.

You are quiet for a moment, feeling a bit anxious. “Um…” You finally say, peering up at him. “Would it be okay if we did this again?”

“Oh, did you think we would do this and leave it at that?” He lets out a deep chuckle. “We are far from over superstar.”

“I-I see.” Just when you thought your face could not get any hotter he leans in, brushing his cold muzzle against your lips before pressing against them tenderly. You return the gesture while letting out a shaky breath through your nose.

Once he pulls away you feel like you could finally breathe, looking up at him with a smile brimming with affection.

“See you soon?” You ask, feeling elated from this new bond the two of you now share.

“Very soon. Good luck keeping my paws off you, starlet.”

[queenslimeball]

Bedtime Story

Dad!Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Requested by; @keerygal

Contents; Fluff, pregnant!mother!reader

Summary; Gator thinks back to the journey of his girlfriend's pregnancy.

Gator stands in the doorframe, staring into the dimly lit room. Y/n isn't home, so he is left to his own thoughts. He slowly enters the room, drifting inside as if by a kind of magnetic pull that he can't break free from. Not that he wants to.

Gator sits in the rocking chair in the centre with a little too much force as he swings further back than expected. He yells slightly, leaning forward to stabilise himself.

He hears a slight noise to his left, and his head instantly darts in the direction. His daughter. He's startled her awake.

"Shit." Gator mumbles. He quickly gets up, but it's too late as she starts crying.

Gator's face drops, and he gently reaches inside the crib to get her out. He does his best to be as gentle as possible without actually dropping the poor girl, which proves to be rather difficult. He leans her against his chest and sits back down in the rocking chair carefully this time.

"Sorry, baby girl. All good. It was jus' me, okay?" Gator whispers, brushing his thumb against her tiny hand. "Please don' wake up your brother or Y/n will kill me, okay, sweet'eart?" He says, in a gentle chirpy tone, despite the words he says. He looks to the crib on his right, where his son is sleeping peacefully.

"Go to sleep, and you'll be my favourite." Gator adds, grinning as he says it. He knows he doesn't mean it. He says it to each of them. He couldn't possibly pick a favourite.

"Please?" He says, as if making an imaginary deal with her. But she doesn't seem to agree to those terms.

Gator hears crying on his right. Damn it.

He stands and picks up his son, too. He leans him against his chest and sits back down with an impatient huff and a pout.

"C'mon. Your mom's gonna be home soon. She gon' think I'm bad at this." Gator pouts, rocking back and forth in the chair gently. He hushes them, giving them each a gentle rub on the back with his thumb.

After what seems like forever, but was merely three minutes, the babies gradually start to calm down. Gator lets out a breath of relief. He leans his head back, allowing himself to relax. But he can't get too excited because they aren't asleep yet.

"D'you guys wan' a bedtime story? I'm good at those." Gator says, going quiet as if waiting for them to answer. He blinks at them and realises they won't be giving him a nod and chuckles to himself.

"Uh– no, I'm not. Ya got me." Gator murmurs, looking around the room to try and spark an idea. He spots a picture on the wall, one from the hospital when the twins were born. Their first picture as a family. Gator smiles to himself, thinking back to that moment. A moment he'd never forget.

He realises he's gone quiet and isn't exactly helping them get back to sleep, so he thinks of the only story he can actually recall. They don't really know what they're listening to anyway, right?

"It was a saturd'y, I think. Or the day before. But I know it was dark outside. Really dark. I was at my dad's. Your grandpa. You don't wanna meet him, guys. He's in jail now, so don' worry. Where was I? Right. I heard a knock at the door and I had no idea who it was. I had to grab it, 'cause my dad was in bed. Glad I did, though.

I opened it, and there was your mom. I let her in and she was real nervous, so I was too, y'know? I had no idea what she was about to say. I expected anythin' 'n everythin' else.

I remember exactly what she said t'me. "Gator, we've got a big problem."

He laughs at his own impression of Y/n. "She don't sound like that. If she did, i'd be worried... Oops. Carryin' on with the story."

"I just said "What is it?" 'cause I di'n't really think there was somethin' as bad as she made it sound. But then, she showed me the pregnancy test.

I stared at her blankly for a while. She pro'ly thought there was somethin' wrong with me. I just cou'n't believe it. I di'n't really know if I wanted kids. But... it changed. 'Cause I was with the right girl. Your mom, she's just... I can't even put it into words. She's the reason I di'n't turn out like my daddy. You gon' understand when you're older.

That was a real turnin' point f'me. I had to sort myself out if I wan'ed your mom to keep me around. I had to... prove myself. It came naturally, really. When I knew you two were comin', somethin' changed in me.

I made sure to always be there for your mom. The whole of the way. I even moved out of my dad's so I could jus' be with her. It was nice... I–"

Gator cuts himself off, staring into the distance at a different photo on the wall of him and Y/n during her pregnancy. He's beginning to get choked up, but he doesn't want to upset the twins, so he quickly wipes his eyes.

"I remember it all so clearly. You two were growin'. Quite big, quite early, heh. We had no idea there were two lil' gremlins in there, so we thought you'd jus' be a really big baby. No offence. But we went to a doctor and found out, like– You should'a seen the look on your mom's face. I found it funny, but she di'n't. Well, obviously. She was the one dealin' with ya both.

Y'know, I hope you heard all the times I talked to you guys while you were in there. I read you a story once, but I weren't very good at it. I did tell you I love you both for the firs' time, so you should'a been listenin'.

When you guys decided you wanted to come out, it was a nightmare. F'me. at leas'. Your mom was more calm than I were, and she were the one givin' birth! I was just worried about her safety and yours. But excessively.

Your mom don't look it, but she got a tight grip."

He whistles with a chuckle.

"So strong, I had no clue. She held my hand so damn tight I thought it'd drop off. It was so worth it. I di'n't check how long it took, but it seemed like forever. I knew 'cause my hand was numb by the time she fin'ly let go.

This next part is somethin' I'll keep with me for the res' of my life. Son, you did not stop cryin'. The doctor told me to do "skin to skin" with you, but I di'n't know what that was. What it's s'posed to do is calm you down 'cause you listen to my heartbeat or somethin'. I got to hold you against my chest and you jus' seemed so... peaceful. I wan'ed to keep ya there forever. I cou'n't, though.

When I jus' sat on the edge of the hospital bed and looked over my new fam'ly, I instantly knew I loved you all more than I love myself. I have to admit, even I started cryin'. Your mom gave me a hug, so it was all good.

I di'n't leave your mom's side once after that. They advised me to go 'ome, but I jus' slept in a chair. I was okay, but my neck really 'urt after, which ain't surprisin'.

We got to bring ya both 'ome. Once you were both in tucked in, I was tied between stayin' with ya or goin' straight to bed. I was tired, but I jus' wanted to stay with ya both for a little while. So did your mom.

That's another time I remember exactly what she said t'me. "You sure as hell know how to make a pair of pretty babies."

He avoids trying to do a voice for Y/n, this time. He smiles for a moment to himself.

"I tried not to laugh, 'cause I di'n't wanna wake either of ya up. But it got t'me. In a way, she was callin' me pretty, so... I can't possibly forget that moment.

's the simple things, right? Like right now. God, I have so many stories to tell you both 'n not enough time. I–"

He stops himself when he notices that both of the twins are asleep. It's a relief, yet a disappointment. Gator found it enjoyable to have a moment to think over the best moments of his life so far. Maybe, he can tell them this exact story when they're older. It's not a bad idea. If he remembers to do it.

Gator puts them both in their cribs and makes sure they're okay, putting a teddy in there with each of them and making sure their blankets are covering them fully. Feeling satisfied that he's done enough, he slowly backs away to the door. He doesn't really want to, but he needs to let them sleep. And not wake them up this time.

Gator shuts the door as gently as possible. He lets out a breath and his shoulders untense. He turns to the side and–

Gator gasps heavily, startled. He presses a hand to his chest and stares at Y/n.

"A hello would'a been nice. You scared the shit outta me!" Gator whisper yells. He chuckles and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

"Sorry, baby. Didn't mean to scare you." Y/n replies, pecking Gator's lips. "Kids asleep?"

"Yup. All thanks to me." Gator replies, semi-cockily. His tone suggests he's after some kind of reward for doing fatherhood correctly. Y/n just chuckles.

"What do you want? A medal?" She replies, walking by him into the bedroom. Gator huffs playfully and follows after her like a lost puppy.

"Not a medal. Somethin' better." He says, pressing the door shut behind himself. "I jus' want my girlfriend, if that's okay." He wraps his arms around her waist from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. She tries to get changed into something comfortable, but she's struggling with Gator holding on so tightly.

"Let me get changed, then we can cuddle." Y/n assures, gently pushing him towards the bed. "Y'know, I don't get awards for good parenting, and I do it all the time."

"So do I." Gator replies with a teasing shrug, getting under the covers of the bed. "But I can arrange that, baby. All you gotta do is ask."

[willowve01]

So— I wrote fluff.. and possibly oc x canon

Day in the Meadow

“Like this??”

Timothy asked as he held up a mess of flowers, barely gaining the circle shape he was going for. He wanted to learn how to make a flower crown after Raine had made him one— that was still currently resting atop his head.

Raine had been leaning against him, her shoulder and cheek against his back— more-less using him as a shield against the sun. She perked up to his voice, forcing herself from her spot to get a look.

“Yeah! You’re getting there.”

She smiled, lingering slightly even when Tim let out a semi-frustrated sigh.

“This is hard, how’d ya get it to stay? Mine keeps on breaking.”

“That’s okay! It takes practice. Plus, yer doin’ real good for the first try.”

She reassured him as she gently held the bottom of his hands and raised them slightly out of his lap. The praise forming a bright smile on his face, quickly replacing the defeated puppy eyes a second ago.

“Really?”

Raine hummed in response, her usual soft smile now bright to match his enthusiasm.

“I’m makin’ this one fer Bodie. Whatcha think? I’m worried I made it too big.”

She asked as she held up a crown full of dandelions and a few daisies. The young gator gawked in awe, “Woah! I’m thinkin’ he’ll love it!”

Raine flushed, now a little embarrassed by his enthusiasm.

“Heh, thanks Tim.”

~

A distraction offered itself into the momentary silence when Raine flinched and clenched her eyes shut, raising her hand to shield them. The sun was setting.

Raine hummed as her eyes refocused, admiring the bright oranges and golds. Tim found himself joining her in sunset gazing, a soft smile plastered in both of their faces as they stared off into the horizon.

“Beautiful ain’t it?”

She spoke, asking no one in particular. Tim’s gaze shifted from the sunset to her, going to say something but stopped. His eyes locked on hers, though she remained oblivious to him.

Her eyes were full of colors from the sunset; vaguely similar to the pinks and purples of his singing tanzanite. His gaze shifted down to trace the scars along her face. She hadn’t told him the story, no matter how much he begged. Scars were always so cool to him, but he could tell she hated hers.

In spite of that fact… he couldn’t help but admire her.

“Yeah..”

Raine felt a chill rush down her spine as a hand brushed the hair away, tucking it behind her ear while a daisy held it in place. A meek;

“Huh?”

Escaped her mouth as she turned to the boy beside her, her cheeks flushed and chest a mix of various emotions.

“I’m not gonna finish it anyway, so, uh—yeah.. we—we should probably get goin’ now. Don’t wanna be back too late! Gumbo should be done by now, Bodie’s probably look’n fer us.”

He quickly stood up, trying to brush off what had just happened— and the internal panic. Offering Raine a hand after a good stretch, to which she took, her touch remained soft and shy.

“You gonna be okay walkn’ back? Do you want a piggyback or—”

He was abruptly cut short by a small peck being placed on his cheek; suddenly going stiff, heart racing and his face feeling like it was on fire.

“Nah, I’ll be okay! I think I can make it, gettin’ tired of sittin’ around all day anyway.”

Raine chirped, limping slightly as she started back to the swamps treeline. Timothy stood there with a wide-eyed expression, flushed and confused as he turned to watch her go. She stopped and turned to look at him when she realized she wasn’t being followed, her face just as red as his.

“You coming, Tim?”

“A— yeah!”

With that, he was at her side again. Walking along side her as the familiar grounds of the swamp greeted them under their feet. Tim walking slower than his usual self, making sure his bug could keep up as the swamp steadily grew darker.

Art by @rozeliyawashereyall <33

(It was just so cute, I just had to write a scenario~~)

Anxious Willow sounds

[homiesexual-or-homosexual]

Montgomery Gator x Ex-Gator Wrestler! Reader

Genre: maybe like a little bit of fluff

Warnings: jealous monty, a co-worker is implied to be flirting with reader

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The large gator is so mad. He's supposed to be big and scary. He can't be taken down by anybody, much less a small human. But here he is, slammed onto his stomach, tail and arms pinned down, and muzzle held shut. He's mad. His gears whirring and steam billowing from his nostrils.

Maybe he was getting a little hostile with the new maintenance. And the stage crew. And the new guy. And maybe he made a new dent in the wall backstage. But that didn't mean he needed to go through the degrading action of being wrestled to the ground by his caretaker.

"Are you going to behave?" You asked, taking your hand from his muzzle.

Monty grumbled in response.

"What?"

"Yes," The gator grumbled just a little louder.

"Are you sure?" You checked. "No more growling at the maintenance guys?"

"No," Monty responded, refusing to look the surrounding people in the eyes.

"Okay," You got up off the large gator, brushing down your clothes.

Monty gets up, huffing and puffing. He glares at the surrounding people, willing them to look away from him and go back to what they were doing before he was wrestled to the ground via his caretaker.

He couldn't help his temperament, nor snapping at the new guy. The new guy just didn't know the unwritten rules that you were Monty's and no one else's. You hadn't picked up on the flirting that the new guy shot your way and Monty needed to teach the guy a lesson. So when you found the gator cornering the guy backstage, you scolded him.

The large gator stalked to his room, ready to blow off some steam while you checked in on the paper-white guy who was still backed up against the wall.

Later on, probably on your lunch break, you visited Monty in his green room. You sat with him on his couch and checked in on him. He was grumpy and short with his answers.

"Because," Monty growled.

"Because..?" You pressed.

"Because I don't like him."

"Why?"

"Because I don't."

"Monty," You sighed. "The company has gone through four work partners for me, to help me take care of you. Freddy, Chica, and Roxanne all have two caretakers. It's normal. Sometimes I need help. And what happens to you when I have to take a sick day."

"But I don't want another caretaker," Monty told you. "And you don't get sick?"

"But what if I do," You reasoned.

Monty went quiet, only staring at you down his snout and through his star-shaped glasses. He looked away and down at the floor after a few seconds.

"Monty," You caught his attention. "Just give him a try for like a week max. And if you don't like him then I'll tell management and they'll help me decided the best course of action, okay?"

Monty didn't respond, still staring at the floor.

You got up and pat the gator's shoulders, "I'll be back later."

As soon as the back door to his room slid shut, Monty got up and flipped the table that he had sat in front of his couch. He grabbed a nearby golf club and smashed anything and everything breakable in his room.

You paused at the noise, only shaking your head with a small smile on your face before making your way to the employee break room. Monty sure was particular compared to his bandmates.

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A/n: Kind of based on this post;

[buckysgrace]

Pumpkin Picking

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Flufftober 2024

Gator helps you pick out the perfect pumpkin.

Winter seemed to come early in North Dakota. Far too early as the brisk wind moved through your bones, startling you as you pulled your jacket closer to your body. The sun was bright despite that, but barely reached you to warm your skin.

“What about this one?” Gator asked you, his slicked back hair hidden underneath his green hat. Your eyes grazed over his features, noting that the tip of his nose was red as well as his earlobes. You turned towards the pumpkin again, trying to make a decision. 

“Too lumpy.” You told him seriously, thinking that the pumpkin was more eggplant shaped than round. Not to mention the various bumps and growths across it. A pretty pumpkin, but not the kind you were looking for. 

“You said the last one was too round.” He turned towards you, eyebrows raised as the sun danced across the brown hue in his eyes. You simmered there for a moment too long, admiring him. 

“It was,” You defended yourself, “It looked too perfect.” You said with a laugh, recalling how that pumpkin was so round that it was almost smooth. It would roll away from your porch, you couldn’t pick that one. 

“I think you’re just tryin’ to make me work too hard.” He mumbled as he placed his hands on his hips, inspecting the same pumpkins that you were. You bit back a smile, knowing this wasn’t something that he had really wanted to do. 

“That one will topple over too easily,” You explained, “I need one that’s got a good grip. And firm.” You told him as you nodded your head, feeling like that was the best way to explain it. 

“Yeah?” He grinned, eyes flickering in mischief as you shook your head at his suggestion. 

“Not like that,” You smiled as you glanced towards him, “Something that’s easy to hold but it’ll sit well on our porch.” You explained easily, lips pressing together at the way he snorted. 

“Why don’t you just grab a bunch of them?” He asked you seriously, sticking his hands into his jacket pockets. You scanned the aisles of pumpkins a little quicker, feeling the frigid air settling harshly on you as well. 

“We just need two,” You corrected him, “One for me and one for you.” You told him excitedly, sticking one of your hands into his pockets to link your fingers together. You shivered a bit, feeling like you had just touched ice as your skin brushed against his. 

“What if I mess up on it?” He asked you as he furrowed his eyebrows together, looking perplexed as you moved further down the dirt path.

“I’ve never seen a perfect design on a pumpkin before,” You laughed at the thought, “But if you want more than two that’s fine with me.” You told him seriously, not minding the extra decorations. 

“You sure?” He flitted his eyes towards you, making your insides warm and soft. You gave his hand a little squeeze before you pulled away. 

“Uh huh,” You nodded, squatting down to inspect the pumpkins closer, “I think I might get two anyways.” You added a second later, figuring that he wouldn’t do so unless you did. 

“We should’ve brought a wheelbarrow.” He mumbled as he wiped his hand across his mouth, shaking his head as your smile grew on your lips. 

“Your muscles aren’t enough?” You teased, watching the way he snorted as you picked a pumpkin up. It was coated with dry dirt, but the shape and feel of it felt right to you. You held it against your hip proudly.

“Cute,” He commented, eyes scanning your body for a brief second before it landed against the pumpkin that was glued against your hip, “About time you picked one.” He teased you, leaning forward to spit against the ground. 

“Ew don’t spit there.” You wrinkled your nose, thinking about if someone accidentally put their hands there. 

“The dirt?” He asked dryly, “You prefer I do it somewhere else?” He suggested, lips curling into a smirk. You rolled your eyes, biting back a grin as you stepped forward and continued your search while his eyes lingered against you. 

-

Four freshly scrubbed pumpkins sat across newspapers on your kitchen floor, the table and chairs pushed out of the way as multiple plastic bags laid between the two of you. Your legs were crossed as you gently scooped the top of your pumpkin off, watching as Gator continued to cut his off. 

“Have you ever carved a pumpkin before?” You asked him as you cocked your eyebrows, scooping away the guts from the top of the pumpkin. 

“Uh,” He paused for a second, “No. This is my first time.” He admitted, struggling for a second before he got the top of his pumpkin popped off. He stared in disbelief, wrinkling his nose up as he stared at the strings and seeds that poured out from it. 

“Awe, I’m glad you trusted me.” You teased him, placing the top of your pumpkin to the side so you could show him how to scrape all of the yucky parts off. 

“I was always told Halloween is a pagan holiday,” He explained softly, eyes glancing towards yours, “You know, it’s supposedly evil and full of devil worship. All that shit.” He flicked his tongue across his bottom lip, laughing to himself as he rolled up his sleeves. 

“Oh,” You paused for a moment, trying to think of the best way to support him, “I’m sorry. That must’ve sucked.” You told him honestly, frowning as you watched him beginning to scoop pieces out from the pumpkin. 

“I never thought much of it before,” He admitted, wincing as he took another large fistful from the inside of the pumpkin, “I’m not sure I enjoy this though.” His features wrinkled up in disdain, looking less than pleased as he dropped the guts into the bag next to him. 

“I can bake the seeds,” You told him, laughing at the way his nose and eyebrows wrinkled together once again, “It’s good. I promise.” You told him as you pressed your fingers against your pumpkin, ensuring that it was thin enough to begin carving. 

“I don’t know about that,” He mumbled, nose wrinkling up as you wiped away the guts from the pumpkin seeds, “But I trust you.” He added a second later, eyes gleaming in amusement. 

“Sweet of you,” You grinned at him, appreciating his words, “I promise I won’t poison you.” You laughed a second later, sure that your cooking wasn’t that bad. At least he had never said that it was. 

Music drifted between the two of you, loud and thumping from whichever station Gator had picked out for the two of you to listen to. You glanced towards him, noticing the way his features were crinkled up in concentration. 

“Look,” You proclaimed proudly, “A cat.” You told him as you peeled the paper off of your pumpkin, fairly excited with how it turned out. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than previous ones you’d done. 

“Shit,” He said, laughing softly as he twisted your pumpkin closer to him so he could inspect it, “How did you do that?” He asked seriously, drifting his fingers over the smooth lines of your carving. 

“I used the design,” You told him as you held up the stencil papers, “It doesn’t always work.” You admitted, knowing that sometimes the paper was too flimsy or tore too easily. 

“Looks a lot better than mine.” He grumbled as he sat back, inspecting his pumpkin on his own. He pouted his lips out a bit, looking anything but happy with his creation. 

“What design did you make?” You asked him curiously, tilting your head as he peered at it. He shook his head, sighing deeply as he looked at it. 

“Uh, none,” He replied after a brief pause, “I made a face.” He furrowed his eyebrows together as he turned it towards you, showing off the idea that he had in mind. It was a typical jack-o-lantern face, with triangle eyes and a jagged mouth. One eye was bigger than the other, but you didn’t think it was bad at all. 

“It looks cute.” You told him seriously, grinning in appreciation as you tried to touch it again. He scoffed, shaking his head as he tried to roll it away for him. You protested, grabbing it again. 

“I can do better than that.” He said as he pulled a new pumpkin onto his lap. You held his first pumpkin close, thinking it was adorable. 

“Of course,” You grinned, thinking of the random drawings he had scattered throughout your house, “This is just your first pumpkin. The second one is always better.” You sent him a playful wink, very much enjoying the one that he had already created. 

“How about-,” He started, glancing up at you before he began to dig his knife into the top of a new pumpkin, “You scoop it out and I carve it.” He reasoned, making you nod your head in agreement. You could happily work under those conditions. 

[courtingchaos]

Dying

Gator Tillman x Fem Reader

18+ NSFW No Minors

The snowfall stopped a few days ago so the roads have stayed cleared, albeit icy. He’d texted and asked if you’d wanted to go for a ride and seeing the sun still fully in the sky made you pause.

You know what time it is?

Do you want a coffee or not?

It’s still cold enough that you need a jacket and when you stand outside and wait for him your breath billows out in front of you in big misty clouds. The inside of his truck is warm though and the whole drive over to the good Starbucks he keeps his big hand over your knee. He orders for you and it makes you smile how his accent slides through when he orders your flat white. Distracted by your phone you don’t realize he’s holding your drink out to you or that you’ve even gotten through the drive thru.

“Did you get me a treat?” You ask when he tosses a bag at you.

“It’d be rude if I only got myself one.”

You miss his hand on your knee when you watch him use that same hand to bounce his danish out of thin bag. The fact that he thought to get you one too isn’t lost on you and the little flake of pastry stuck on the corner of his mouth makes you want to reach out and brush it off. You don’t but you do think about it while his phone shuffles through his playlist. This almost feels like a date, if you two did that kind of thing, though you’re starting to think that you need to stop lying to yourself about what he might mean to you.

“Do you ever think about death?” His questions comes out of left field and makes you pause mid bite. He finishes his last bite and crumples up the bag to toss on the bench seat and he steals a glance at you. A clear look, open and honest.

“Yeah.” Open and honest. You think about it all the time in between your wires and the guns in the shop. Every time you handle dynamite and when you sharpen your knives. It’s a hazard of this job you didn’t pick for yourself.

“Like how you’ll die or just in general?” He asks it like this is a normal conversation but you suppose this is the kind of thing you two would casually converse about. Right between him putting you in a headlock and laying on your chest to get his head scratched.

“Both.” You reason. “More just in general though. What about you?” You tilt your head and nibble on a corner of your pastry, intensely interested in his answer.

“I think about it but I also don’t.” Another shrug, his patented response when he doesn’t want to respond. You sigh.

“Even with your line of work?”

“Well it kind of got conditioned out of me.” He hooks his thumb along his steering wheel and turns sharp onto a gravel drive that you know leads to the sheriffs compound. It’s a Sunday and you know it’ll be deserted except for a handful of people but it still makes you a little nervous.

“Oh?” Your eyes follow the pines as they whip by beside you, needles still clinging to fragments of snow.

“Two tours in a desert full of IEDs.” He turns to you, his look flat. He hasn’t spoken to you about anything regarding his military time and you focus on him, turning your body fully to face him. “You tend to get a little numb.” He looks up at the headliner for a moment before focusing on the road again so he can pull into a spot. “If I cut the wrong wire it isn’t my problem anymore.” Another shrug but this one isn’t to brush you off. “You know about that.” His voice is gentle when he cuts the engine and sniffs before looking at you again. There’s that tight feeling in your chest again when one of his locks escapes the gelled back uniformity and when his eyes look at you softer than normal.

“Is that how you thought you’d go? Big boom?” Levity has never been your strong suit but this new mannerism of his is making you panic slightly.

“That or a punch to the head.”

“You fight a lot?” You know he can fight but not that he’d do it recreationally.

“I used to. Just for fun.” He huffs a laugh through his nose and shakes his head, an obvious memory crossing behind his minds eye.

“What about now?”

He’s quiet while he stares at your knee and chews on his lip. “Fighting or dying?”

“Dying.”

He hums low and keeps chewing on his bottom lip and starts patting his pockets. His fingers dig into the big pockets on his parka, fishing around for his Marlboros. When he pulls them out he taps the box slowly, a few times on the meat of his palm before he looks up at you from under his brows. “You?”

Of course he’d avoid that but he’d started this conversation and you’d finish it. “I want to move to like, Montana, something big and green. Get a big thing of land and live in the quiet.” Your fingers tap on the side of your cup and suddenly you don’t want to look him in the eye. Suddenly this feels very heavy and very personal. You think about all the things you could describe about this fictional, out of reach dream of yours and you cringe at all the normalcy you try to envision for your future fictional self. No, not normalcy. The peace and the quiet and the absence of worry.

“No garages.” All your movement stops and he waits a beat before he makes another noise deep in his chest and hooks those long fingers behind the knee you’ve tucked up under yourself. He wedges them in there and pulls himself closer to you but not touching, keeping his distance just incase.

You decide to just tell him. “And if I make it to my 60’s?” A big shrug of your own and a frown down at your cup, still avoiding his prodding gaze. “Even better, but that’s the limit I think. I’ll close up the house and make sure everything’s in order and then just like, wander off into the woods.” Gator stills beside you, his hand halfway to his cup holder reaching for his own drink.

“I’d do it in the winter so it’d be easier, quicker.” You say it quick like that would make it hard to understand. Like he wouldn’t hear you talk about a quick and easy death after an undeserved quiet end. It makes you scoff after a moment when you listen to yourself, really listen to what you’ve just admitted to him, something you’ve never said aloud and something you’ve barely let yourself think about. “God, do you hear me? I’m gonna get fucking shot or something before I turn 40 especially with my dad running shit.” The nerves bleed through your words enough that you can parse out the slight wobble so you know he heard it too. It takes a lot for you to pull your eyes up off the mat under your feet but you do finally with a sigh.

“Look-“

Gator never kisses you in a real sense. Always a hard press of teeth and lips but he cuts you off with something real. He leans into your space and slides a hand up behind your neck to hold you in place and it’s soft. He kisses you without rushing and without huffing and without either of you tearing at each other. You almost drop your coffee when your grip slackens from surprise and those snakes along your ribs coil and coil and coil until you can’t take a breath without a gasp on the end of it.

“I just need to run inside, I’m gonna be right back.” He breaks away but doesn’t move back, his lips moving against yours. You nod, no words forming on your tongue while the sting of a foreign feeling claws at your eyes. He leaves the truck running when he gets out and you watch him walk into the building, head bowed against the slight gale outside. He leaves you with a tight chest and a newfound feeling that had stayed buried in the deepest pit of yourself for months now.

[eddiemunsonw]

Library visits

PART 1 - PART 2

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Summary: The second part, including more library visits and maybe... a date?

CW/Disclaimer: Domestic violence (none physical - Gator not involved)

Author's note: Took me a while to finish but it's done!

Words: 5292

Gator nearly fell out of bed at the sound of the shouting in the hallway. It was as if they were standing right in front of his apartment, which they probably were. When the haze of sleep cleared from his mind, he recognized their voices. One of them was Rosita, his neighbor right across, the other her ex, Marco. Mark? Whatever. The shouting was loud enough for him to hear exactly what was being said.

“I can’t take them today! I have a job interview in two hours, Marco!”

“I CAN’T EITHER!”

His voice made the thin walls of the building vibrate a bit. Gator’s feet seemed to be moving on their own accord and even his hand pulled his door open despite his mind's protests.

“Good morning,” he said dryly, sarcasm dripping from his groggy morning voice. “What’s goin’ on?”

Rosita eyes him guiltily, knowing he probably only slept for a few hours after his night shift. He followed her gaze down and felt his chest knit together painfully. The twins were there too.

“Who the fuck are you?” Was Marco’s response. Gator grimaced, refrained from holding his hand out as he didn’t trust the man. Despite the fact that he came over to hand over the twins, Gator had never seen him. Only heard him.

“I’m a resident of this building,” he said, knocking on the wall right next to him. “Right here’s mine.”

“Don’t treat me like an idiot.”

“Don’t you give yourself that title then.”

“Listen, you—”

“No, you listen. You—” 

Gator was ready to tell him just what he thought of him, but then he remembered the girls, who were already holding their mom tightly. It was obvious where they wanted to be. It was just… complicated.

“I can watch them for a bit,” Gator offered instead, giving Rosita a reassuring smile.

“The hell you are. She is their mother, she should—”

“It’s me or a random babysitter. She has a job interview. Which is just as important to be able to provide for them. You can just go about your day, problem solved, yes?”

“Hey, what’s that ruckus so early in the morning?” Another voice came from down the hall.

“Ooh. I’d go if I were you. He’s a cop.”

“That old man?”

“Very passionate about his job.” Gator shrugged as he waved towards the old man who was anything but a cop. He had a frown like one. Gator knew that Marco had been in contact with the police several times, so it seemed like a valid little threat. Marco grunted, mumbled something intelligible and walked past the man.

“Sorry Gerard,” Gator said apologetically once Marco had rounded the corner. “It will be quiet now.”

Once he was gone as well, Rosita finally let go of a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Are you sure…?” she asked carefully, brushing her hands over the heads of the kids.

Gator nodded.

“Yeah, it’s alright. Just come pick them up when you’re done? I’d love to get a bit more sleep before my next shift.”

“Of course, yes. Oh thank you so much, Gator. You’re a lifesaver truly,” Rosita said softly. He gave her a smile and beckoned the girls over.

“You girls want some scrambled eggs?”

“With smiley bacon?!” one of them asked.

“Yeah, sure. With smiley bacon.”

It was all they needed to excitedly run past him into his apartment while Rosita went back into her own apartment to get ready for her interview after mouthing a very grateful ‘thank you’ to Gator.

“Gator?”

“Huh?” He looked down at the girls who were peering up at him curiously.

“Why does your hair look like that?”

“Like what?”

Sora, the most talkative of the two, tried her best to create spikes with her hands and made little noises as she gestured how they stuck upright.

“It’s like a hedgehog.”

“Well, hedgehogs are very cute,” Gator shrugged, “so I don’t mind.”

“You’re not cute,” Lana protested, shaking her head for emphasis.

“Lana is right.”

Gator laughed softly and nudged them towards the kitchen.

“Thanks, girls. At least I can make eggs, huh? Got that going for me.”

The twins were already distracted once they spotted the new Princess Ella book and Gator’s spikey hair was long forgotten.

—

Your POV

He had come in so silently that you hadn’t even heard him come in ánd walk past you. It was his cologne giving him away, one you started to recognize already. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that you were thinking of him as he had entered.

“Thin books indeed,” you joked as you approached him from behind. When he turned around he flashed you a sweet smile, eyes narrowed pleasantly.

“Was babysitting the twins at my place unexpectedly so of course they spotted the book and I had no choice,” he said it like it was a bad thing, but he was smiling nonetheless.

“So time for the last book then, huh?”

Something else lingered in those words. The admission of being bummed about the fact that Gator would have no reason to return, or not as often anyway. Unless he found other books for the girls to read. Maybe for himself?

“Yeah. But I think I should maybe pick up reading myself, or…”

He paused, his hands rested on the counter as one of them slowly inched closer to yours, not yet touching but the intent clear.

“I could just ask you out.”

You nearly beamed at him and it made you feel like a schoolgirl. What the hell, right? It felt nice to feel wanted. More so by a guy that interested you.

“You could,” you responded playfully. Gator smirked and a shy laugh followed.

“Would you say yes?” he asked.

“I guess you’ll find out if you ask.”

“Wanna go out with me this Saturday, Y/N?”

Despite the answer being quite obvious, he still looked rather nervous as he awaited your answer. His index finger gently nudged your hand and he bit down on his lip.

“I’d love to.”

Gator grinned.

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Saturday came around and you had clearly spent some extra time in the mirror to look extra nice. You had pulled out your favorite outfit, one that didn’t scream date but was casual chic enough to tease the idea. Gator would pick you up in the evening and take you out for dinner and a surprise, which you expected to just be a movie, in all fairness.

He had texted you a few times about random things and seemed interested in hearing about your day. More so, it just seemed like he wanted to grab any excuse to talk to you and you loved it.

His enthusiasm was definitely there, which is why you were surprised when he was late. Just by ten minutes, but still, it gave you an uncomfortable feeling nonetheless. Especially when those ten minutes turned into twenty, thirty, an hour.

By now you had texted him with no response, and you wondered if he ghosted you. Which would be awkward considering he still had a book.

When you finally received a text, it was to apologize for canceling.

I’m so sorry, something came up with the twins. Their mom’s unable to watch them so I offered. Sorry.

You couldn’t help but feel a little… pushed aside. It sounded like a valid reason but the fact that he dropped everything, you, to help out this woman… The way he adored the kids also made you wonder if maybe, he pictured himself filling their absent father’s role. At least, that’s what you assumed considering he never mentioned a man being in the picture.

As you sagged down on the couch you tried to think of a response. Something in you wanted to sound disappointed, another part of you understood, the third didn’t want to respond at all.

Oh, okay. No worries.

And that was that. For a moment you debated going out by yourself so as to not let your efforts go to waste, but it felt like too much of an effort to get up from the couch.

A little over an hour passed when you received another text.

They’re asleep. I obviously can’t leave, but… would you want to come over?

Come over where?

My place.

Before you had a chance to respond, he called you, sounding a little distressed.

“H-Hey, I don't mean to, uh, not for weird reasons. Not my place by the way— it’s her place, actually. If that’s also okay. It’s ‘cause the kids, I don’t have a place to sleep for them, so... Anyway— I just really want to see you and I hoped that, maybe, uh, you’d be okay with kind of a lame first… date?”

“I…”

To be honest, you were a little overwhelmed. First he canceled and now he wanted you to come over while he was babysitting some kids? Kids he canceled your date for? In the house of another woman? Many for and against thoughts crossed your mind and before you could actually respond, he rambled on.

“She’s— it’s just a difficult situation. And—”

You stopped him quickly.

“Text me the address. Did you eat yet?”

If you weren’t mistaken, he let out a sigh of relief at that.

“O-okay. Uhm, no… have you? I could uh, order pizza? What do you like?”

“One with lots of veggies and cheese, no real preference otherwise, just see what matches with yours?”

“I willl. Yup. You’re— you’re really coming over?” He asked in disbelief. You smiled softly and nodded before you replied. Something warm welled up in your stomach, knowing he really did want to see you despite everything.

“Yeah. I’ll be there as soon as I can, once you send me the address of course.”

“Right! Gonna text as soon as we hang up.”

“Okay.”

“Okay…”

You listened to the other end of the line, his gentle breathing just audible. Another smile and a chuckle passed your lips.

“Should I hang up?”

“Sorry. Hanging up! Bye!”

He waited until you said bye as well before he actually hung up. It seemed like Gator didn’t call people all that often from the sound of it. That, or he was nervous to be calling you. Or both.

He really did text the address as soon as he hung up and you were already making your way down the hall towards the elevator of your apartment building while putting on a coat.

His apartment building wasn’t all that far away with the underground train, just a few stops and then a five minute walk or so. Gator was quick to let you inside the building and was already waiting at the door of her apartment when you sauntered down the hall. He wore an all black outfit apart from his shirt with rolled up sleeves, which was an almost uncharacteristically nice light shade of blue. The boots and fitted black pants finished off the look, making him look cool yet approachable.

“You came,” Gator said with a soft smile, as if he could barely believe it himself.

“I did,” you responded, in slight disbelief. Once you were close enough, you could see the cogs in his mind turning, trying to figure out the right play. He settled with stepping aside to let you in after a quick, nervous “Hi”. He took your coat from you and hung it up in the dimly lit hallway.

“Do we whisper?” you asked softly. Gator chuckled warmly and shook his head.

“When they’re out, they’re out cold. One time I was over here and we drank a little too much and we got pretty loud and— talked loudly I mean. So uh, they didn’t even wake up then,” he finished awkwardly.

“That’s nice,” you responded with a chuckle. Gator looked at you, eyes as gentle as his smile.

“I can’t believe you really came,” he almost-whispered as he took a light hold of your forearm and rubbed a slow circle on your skin.

“Oh? Why is that?”

Gator huffed a soft laugh and looked away as his cheeks turned a little pink.

“Uh, well… didn’t think a beautiful lady like you would’ve agreed to go out with me in the first place, so to still have you come over even though the going out turned into… whatever this is,” he said, adding a gesture to the room behind him, “is a little unbelievable yeah.”

“Only ‘cause I’m beautiful?” You teased, watching him stammer with satisfaction. “I’m joking. How could I say no to a pretty boy like you?”

Gator frowned, as if he’d never heard the word pretty being used to describe him, but he said nothing to correct you. He cleared his throat, chuckling nervously and adjusted his sleeve a little.

“Can I uh… get you a drink? I can get us some beer? I don’t think I have wine back home… or just uh, soda or whatever?”

“Beer sounds nice,” you responded.

“Alright, uhm, make yourself at home? I’ll be back in a second.”

He looked at you a little longer than necessary and then left towards his own apartment. You sat down on the couch, feeling like quite the intruder and wondered if this woman even knew he had invited you over. Just as you finished that thought, another door opened.

“Mommy?”

The girl caught you in her sight and her eyes widened a little. You smiled apologetically, wondering how you’d have to explain this right now. Gator would only be gone for a few minutes, but that wouldn’t matter for this little girl. Her face fell.

“Oh. You’re not mommy.”

“Not mommy, sorry. I’m a friend of Gator,”

“Oh. Where’s Gator?”

“In his apartment, he will be back in a minute or two. Had to get some drinks.”

“There are drinks here.”

“Yes, well… Oh— are you okay?”

Sudden waterworks started to stain the girls’ cheeks and soon enough her lower lip trembled along. She shook her head quietly and you beckoned her over.

Hesitantly, she reached out to your extended hand and took hold of it with her two smaller hands.

“What happened?” You asked softly.

“I miss mo-mommy,” she sniffed as she squeezed your hand.

“Oh honey, I’m sure she—”

The next head popped in the door opening, an identical one to her sister who also eyed you curiously. Upon seeing her sister cry, she began too. Maybe it was a twin thing? Either way, you didn’t know what to do about the two crying girls in front of you and hoped Gator would come back soon.

Which, fortunately, he did. He watched you as he set down a six pack of beer and quickly came over to sit next to you.

“What happened?” He asked urgently, his eyes big with worry. The girls instantly left your side to climb into Gator’s lap together. He lifted them up with ease and tried to get some more info out of you as well as the girls. You explained what had happened while the girls found solace in his warm embrace, softly sniffling as they rubbed their cheeks dry against his shirt.

“Mommy will be back in no time, but it’ll go faster if you go back to sleep, alright?” he offered gently. Sora wasn’t having it and instead hopped down from his lap with a little cry, making Gator utter the softest “oh” as he reached out for her.

You watched as the girl hopped to the table and took a book from it that you recognized all too well. Sora apparently considered your lap a great place to put the book while she crawled back up the couch and you shared a soft smile with Gator.

“Oh so that’s how it is, huh? You wanna know how it ends?” Gator asked as he accepted the book from Sora once she sat down properly. The girls nodded and he looked at you apologetically. You shook your head with a smile, ensuring him it was fine.

Gator cleared his throat and opened the book where they left off.

“Alright then,” he said softly, “where were we? I think Princess Ella was about to twirl a fork in her hair, no?”

Lana giggled and shook her head vigorously as she pushed her little hand onto Gator’s chest.

“Noooo! You always get it wrong! That’s the Little Mermaid, Gator,” she sighed and Gator feigned ignorance.

“Oh, jeez, maybe you guys should tell the story instead of me, huh?”

Sora groaned and tapped her finger on the page.

“Here!”

You noticed how they had completely forgotten about how upset they were moments ago as Gator continued to tell the story of Princess Ella. He really did his best to make it sound extra fun and interesting for the girls. Added sound effects for a creaky door and put on silly voices for the witch. His cheeks were a deep shade of pink all throughout, and you wondered if he felt embarrassed to act it out in front of you. Soon enough, the girls started to doze off and eventually you carefully took the book from him so he could carry the girls back to bed, which he managed with surprising grace.

Once he returned from their room Gator glanced at the now longer as cold beer and put it all in the fridge save for two.

“I’m really sorry about all of this,” he sighed as he handed you a beer and sat down next to you. He sat much closer now, his knee bumping lightly against yours.

“It sure is one way to break the ice, huh?” You asked jokingly and he laughed along.

“Yeah, kinda.”

“You’re so great with them though, it’s lovely to see.”

Gator smiled at that, cheeks turning pink again.

“Thanks…” he hesitated, but spoke up after a short moment. “Uhm, I’d love to try this again sometime, if you’d like. I had stuff planned and everything which I of course canceled but uh, yeah. You uhm, deserve a better first date than this.”

He looked so… remorseful? As if it was all on him that the evening had gone differently, it surely wasn’t ideal but you wouldn’t have wanted to miss witnessing the kindness he carried around these girls.

“The night isn’t over just yet. And… I’m enjoying myself just fine,” you told him gently.

Gator smiled softly and lightly clunked his bottle against yours.

“Cheers to that,” he mumbles, already cringing at himself as soon as the words left his mouth. You both took a swig of your beer and a shy giggle escaped you when he kept staring at you fondly.

He looked at you amused and cocked his head.

“What’s that giggle for, huh?”

“It’s just… you keep looking at me,” you admit, still feeling quite shy. He smirked, some confidence growing in him as he leaned just a little closer until he sat flush against your side.

“Can’t help it. You’re just so h- beautiful.”

“Says you, with your,” you start, gesturing at him all over and he laughs, “everything.”

“My everything, huh?”

“Mmh, even all the ‘huh’s’ at the end of your sentences.”

“Hey, don’t make fun of me,” Gator mumbled with a soft smile as he wiggled an arm between you two to poke your side. A shriek left your mouth and he took that as a reason to do it again, and again, leaning over you a little more as you tried to poke him back. As it turned out, he reacted just as strongly as you to being tickled in the side and leaned over you breathlessly.

“Hey…” His eyes traveled over your face, scanning every inch until they found your lips. Just as he wanted to close the gap, you both heard the front door open. Quickly, you sat apart, no longer even touching in the slightest as you both leaned forward to grab your beers again.

Rosita walked in, already thanking Gator before she had even spotted you. She froze on the spot, staring at you both.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know Gator…”

“Uhm, yeah,” Gator said as he got up while he stuffed a hand in his pocket. “Tonight I was supposed to meet up with my… friend, Y/N, and uhm, well, sorry I probably should have asked, I just really didn’t want to cancel our d— this.”

“Oh, no it’s fine, really. It’s my bad for asking so last minute,” Rosita said apologetically, putting her hand on Gator’s arm. You got up as well and shook her hand as you introduced yourself. There was a moment of awkward silences and small laughs before Gator announced he was going to grab his beer and that you both would be off.

Once you all stood in the hallway, Gator opened his apartment door and gestured you could go in just as Rosita put a hand on his shoulder.

“Gator? Do you have a moment?”

Gator turned back around and nodded.

“Uhm yeah, sure. That okay with you?” he added softly, looking at you. You nodded and gave him a smile as you walked inside his apartment while he walked the few steps back to her door. It felt weird to go further than the hallway, since you hadn’t been there before, so you waited and tried not to eavesdrop. They spoke softly, and suddenly they didn’t speak at all. You waited for him to come in, but when that didn’t happen you stuck your head out the doorway curiously.

At first you thought they were hugging, but when you heard the unmistakable sound of a kiss, you felt a sinking feeling in your stomach. You didn’t take a second longer and quietly slipped out of his apartment, down the hallway and out of the building. —

Gator’s POV

It had all gone so fast. One moment, Rosita was thanking him for helping her out, being so nice for her and the girls, and the next moment she had kissed the corner of his mouth and he had barely been in time to turn his head. As she tried to kiss him again, he put his hands on her waist and pushed her backwards just slightly.

“Rosita…”

“Oh… god, I’m so sorry,” she mumbled nervously. “I shouldn’t have done that. I just— you do so much for us… more than their dad ever did and I— the girls, they really love you. And I…”

While she didn’t finish her sentence, enough was said.

“I’m not sure if this is a good idea,” he said softly. “I love helping out, but… other than that I uhm, Y/N she, she’s not a friend. Or, well, right now I guess she is but I kind of… and I just didn’t want to say it because I didn’t want to give you the idea that I would do something inappropriate while looking after your girls so— Yeah… Sorry.”

Gator stuffed his hand in his pocket and picked up the other beers again as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. This sucked.

“No, no it’s okay, I’m sorry. I think I just… your kindness, I’m sorry, really. Uhm. Let me not keep you any longer, you go get your girl,” Rosita said with a weak smile. Gator answered her smile with one of his own and walked back to his apartment with a quick little wave in her direction.

“I’m back, sorry if it took a little longer, uh…” He was going to tell you, right away. Mainly to prevent any inconveniences of you finding out by accident later when it didn’t mean anything. He had expected you to stay in the hallway but smiled knowing that you felt comfortable enough around him to make yourself at home and looked around for you. He checked the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom… lastly, though he doubted it, the bedroom as well. One didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what had probably happened and he cursed to himself under his breath.

He had to call you, he decided as he already took his phone in his hand while also exiting his apartment. Maybe you weren’t gone just yet.

—

Your POV

Who would’ve thought that it would be so hard to catch an uber in this area? None seemed available, and too much time had passed for you to use the train. Walking back home definitely wasn’t an option and neither was going back to Gator’s apartment. If he was even there still. Maybe he went inside hers, all heated passion going down as he forgot about you. A scowl rested on your face when you sat down on a park bench trying to decide what else you could possibly do.

Of course, there was no way nightlife would leave you undisturbed, and after less than half an hour, a man approached you. As much as you tried to ignore him, he kept pushing for your attention, following you along as you got up and tried to find an area with a higher chance of running into people. You hoped it wouldn’t be another man if anyone, but the man only quickened his pace.

“Please, leave me alone,” you tried, making your voice sound as unwavering as you could manage.

“A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be alone at night,” the man called after you. Just as you wanted to walk off road to try and get rid of him somehow, you heard another voice.

“Hey, fuck off.”

You kept walking, hoping the distraction would give you enough time to get away. It wasn’t until the next thing the new stranger said that you realized he wasn’t in fact, a stranger.

“Who the fuck are you to speak to me like that?” You heard the man react. Gator scoffed and moved quicker, closing the distance between him and the man and quickly gaining a few on him, blocking him from following you.

“I said. Fuck. Off.”

Suddenly, you heard a fist collide with what must have been a jaw and you couldn’t help but turn around. You saw the man grab his face and Gator’s eyes met yours, searching your face immediately to check if you were okay. Just then, the man swung his fist against Gator’s face, grabbing his collar to deal some more damage. Without thinking you ran towards the two, pulling the man off of Gator with your entire weight as Gator dealt another punch and quickly grabbed your hand to pull you along. His grip was almost painful, but the adrenaline surging through you made it impossible to feel any of it.

“What the fuck, Y/N,” Gator hissed, “are you okay?”

He was leading you back to his apartment and you didn’t question it, knowing the alternative was worse. As much as you didn’t want to be around him right now, being out at night simply wasn’t safe.

“Are you?” was your response, finally looking his way again. You gasped softly as you saw how bloody his face had gotten and nearly reached out for his face when he pushed your hand down.

“Let’s get you away from here first,” he said, followed by a sniff and a groan. He held your hand in his own, his thumb rubbing circles over yours.

“Shouldn’t you be with—”

“No,” he cut you off immediately. “I knew it, and no. Whatever you saw… just, no. She kissed the corner of my mouth, I turned away in time, she tried again, I rejected her. She’s just… going through a rough time. It’s not… like that. And I was going to tell you, be upfront about it all just in case, but you had already left.”

He sounded annoyed, which irked you a little but at the same time… maybe you should have asked. Communicated rather than assumed.

“I just… I felt like I shouldn’t be there.”

Gator stopped walking to face you, now taking both your hands in his own.

“It’s you I like. And I didn’t want anyone else but you with me tonight… I guess I’m— Maybe I’m saying too much. I don’t know. I just, you’ve been on my mind all the fucking time ever since we met again. I don’t have any room left for someone else, even if I wanted to.”

You felt your throat tighten at his earnesty and squeezed his hands when he squeezed yours. He smiled weakly and you could already tell he was going to get a black eye along with his bloody nose and split lip.

“How can you be so… hot when you’re covered in blood?” you muttered, not realizing you were talking out loud. Gator laughed, wincing slightly at the pain it caused and shook his head. You blushed and bit down a smile.

“Sorry. I also… You’ve been on my mind a lot as well. I didn’t want to leave, not really. I just…”

“I get it. I might have done the same,” he admitted. “I immediately regretted inviting you over tonight instead of giving you a proper date, but… I also wouldn’t have wanted to miss out on tonight, you know?” He let go of one of your hands and guided you back inside.

“Do you have a first-aid kit?” you asked softly. Gator whipped his head around from the kitchen where he was grabbing you both some water.

“Huh?”

“For your face,” you told him gently. Gator seemed to vaguely remember and shrugged.

“Oh, uh, yeah in the bathroom I think.”

He handed you a glass of water and grabbed the first aid kit, however you had already followed him into the bathroom and made him sit down on the edge of the bathtub.

“I’m fine, really,” he tried, despite wincing as you tipped his chin up a little. You shook your head and quietly started to clean his wounds.

“I shouldn’t have left. This happened because of me,” you mumbled sadly.

“No, no, it’s okay,” he told you warmly, one hand resting on your thigh as you leaned against the cabinet behind you. “Wouldn’t have wanted to miss out on you playing nurse anyway,” he added cheekily.

“Oh shush,” you said as you felt your cheeks heat up. “Stay still. Which corner did she kiss?”

“Huh?”

You cupped his cheek and waited.

“Oh, uh, my left.”

With your fingers you gently nudged his face to the side before you disinfected the corner of his mouth. A chuckle left his lips until he tasted the nasty stuff and made a face. All was forgotten though when he felt your lips wash away the previous touch and he found himself angling his face towards you, rather than move away like he had done prior.

His lips found yours, the cut in his lip burning as he kissed you. He smiled as he pulled you closer and balanced himself on the edge well enough so that he could pull you sideways into his lap. Arms resting around your waist, he dared to lick along your lips to deepen the kiss. You leaned away slightly and disappointment crossed his face, already trying to close the gap again.

“Gator, wait, doesn’t it hurt?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

He shook his head, smirking.

“Not as badly as it will hurt if I can’t continue kissing you right now,” he mumbled as he cupped your face with his hand, knuckles still red from knocking them into the man’s face. You shared a smile, one cut short when Gator pressed his lips against yours again, showing you just how badly he wanted to kiss you.

Tonight had definitely not turned out as bad of a first date as you first thought it would be.

FIN.

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♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes for wingator? 🥺

Looks Better on You

✗ w.c. 511 ✗ warnings. none, just tooth rotting fluff, gator/oc

Gator let out a heavy sigh as he approached the front door, wearily dragging his feet and fumbling with his keys til he found the right one.  Shouldering the door open, he dropped the keys onto the small table just inside before kicking off his boots, shrugging off his jacket, and heading further inside to find his fiancé, keen to fall into bed with her after a long day of work.

“Win?  You still awake?” he called, knocking softly at the half shut bedroom room as he poked his head inside the room.  The television was still playing quietly, coating the room in a soft blue glow.

Atop the bed, curled around a pillow, Win slept, legs bare, her stockinged feet half tangled in the blanket she had kicked off earlier, but it was the oversized camouflage hoodie she was snuggled in that made Gator pause, his lips twitching at the sight.

“Wondered where that went,” he murmured, reaching out to push Win’s bangs from her face.  At his touch she stirred, groaning softly as she stretched and blinked blearily up at him.

“You’re home!” she cheered softly, rubbing Gator’s sleeve over her face as she stifled a yawn.  “Finally,” she added with a small pout and he snorted, unbuckling his cargo pants and dropping them as he rounded the bed and flopped down next to her.

“Something came up right as I was about to leave, had to deal with it first,” he grumbled, rolling towards her and resting his chin on her stomach as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here now,” Win murmured, stroking his cheek, her thumb brushing over his moles lovingly.  “I missed you.”

“That why you stole my hoodie?” he grunted, raising a brow as he peered up at her.

“…Maybe,” she admitted reluctantly.  “I got cold and it smelled like you,” she murmured, making Gator’s grin widen.

“You were cold, but you didn’t put any pants on?” he teased, catching Win’s halfhearted swat at his shoulder.  

“You know I hate pants,” she huffed, fighting back a grin of her own and Gator rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, I’m not complaining, just for the record,” he pointed out, bringing her knuckles to his lips.  

“Do you want it back?” Win asked, plucking at the soft camouflage fabric with her other hand, but Gator wrinkled his nose, shaking his head against her.

“Nah, look’s better on you anyway.”

Win let her eyes flutter shut, exhaustion once more pulling at her.  “M’surprised, thought you’d a said I look better without it on,” she teased and Gator dropped his head to her chest, resting his cheek against her as he let his own eyes slip closed.

“S’true, but so is the other thing,” he murmured groggily.  “Like it when you wear my shit,” he added, trailing off, his breaths deepening and turning even.

When he stilled, snoring softly, Win cracked an eye to glance down at him, watching him doze for a moment before allowing sleep to reclaim her as well, completely content.