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thankful (gator tillman x reader)

warnings: slight misogyny (we all know gator is a pos lol) but they are a couple!!! , degradation, possessiveness, afab!reader happy thanksgiving!!!!!!

"didn't tell me what you're thankful for," gator says, his cock ramming into you from behind. he has you pressed against his bedroom wall, your cheek squished against it.

"i'm-" you start, but you can't finish. tears prickle in your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure. "yeah?" he asks, scoffing. his hips snap harshly against you, moans spilling tirelessly from your mouth. "i'm thankful i've got me a nice city girl; who i get to teach how'ta fall in line. nice pretty pussy, all to myself." he laughs, almost as if he can't believe that he's actually accomplished making someone like you his girlfriend, but you know that he feels entitled to have such things.

you're not sure how he's managed it, either. his demeanor was something that never failed to make you roll your eyes, scowling every time he was around. every shitty dive bar you found yourself in somehow managed to have him as a resident, without fail. every time. and every time, he would beg you to come home with him; to let a nice country boy take care of you-protect you from 'those shithead city boys,' since he's above the law and all. you'd finally succumb to his antics, finally agreeing to let him fuck you, as long as you got something to show for it. he nearly moans out loud when you agree to be his girlfriend, and the two of you made out in his truck for close to 2 hours-nothing more. which had surprised you, and almost disappointed you, considering all the things he'd said to you leading up to this moment.

"speak up, darlin'. wanna hear you say what you're thankful for." your eyes roll back into your skull as you whine, a brain fog of lust dizzying you as his free hand reaches up to squeeze your throat. his other hand is wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into his thrusts so you can really feel his cock ramming into you. "'i'm-m'thankful for you-" you sob, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you speak with such vulnerability. "yeah? bet you are, sweet thing. thankful for this cock rammin' into your tight little pussy, i'll bet. such a pretty thing, too-fuckin' dripping every time she sees me." you choke out broken moans as your face presses harder into the wall, the dresser beside you shaking from the movements. "god, i love you-" he says, and he finishes the sentence so quick that you can tell he hasn't meant to say it this soon. "god fuckin' dammit-" he groans, lowering his hand from your waist to your clit.

his forearm still keeps you steady, angled against your stomach. he uses the opportunity to gain control of the situation, despite meaning what he said. "say it back. say you fuckin' love me." he demands, rubbing messy circles into you clit. you feel like you could pass out, overwhelmed from the pleasure, as well as his confession. "i love you-i-" you say, sincerely. "again." he demands. "m'gonna fuckin' come, sweet thing-shit-again-" he moans, groaning out his words. "i love you, i-" you say, tears spilling as you feel your orgasm approaching. your pussy clenches around his cock, and it sends both of you over the edge. his grip tightens on you, his hand around your throat and his fingers rubbing rapid circles against your clit. "come-" he demands, "on my count. one, two.." your fingernails scrape against the wall, broken sobs of pleasure leaving you. "three." you both come undone, feeling his load spill inside of you, dripping out of you when it has nowhere left to go. you finish, both of your orgasms now dripping down your thighs. he keeps his cock inside of you, thrusting once, then twice, hard, to make sure he fucks his load back into you. he's still got you by the throat, finally leaning forward to press kisses along your jaw. "there you go, honey. you like that?" he asks, and you nod. "i know you do. know you love it when i fuck you good." he finally pulls out of you, the absence of his cock making you whine.

you don't know whether or not to mention the 'i love you', so you opt against it, smoothing out your skirt. "meant it' by the way." he says, avoiding eye contact as he takes a drag from his vape. you can't help but glance over at him, a tiny grin working its way onto your features. "meant it too." you say, nodding once. "c'mon," he says, draping his arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

"gotta have dinner, then i'll have you for dessert."

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Romance is Dead, Isn't it?

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Notes: Sweet and fluffy, little bit of angst. Based around Valentine’s Day because I’ve had this is in my drafts for a minute.

The smell of cheap, overused aftershave and five dollar bouquets, currently lingered throughout the aisles of Family Video. Loved up couples filling the store, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings and pressing kisses to their lovers blushing cheek as they scanned the shelves of the romance section.

Love heart decorations hung from the ceiling, pink foil curtains draped over the entrance and Cyndi Lauper’s Time After Time blared from the speakers while you completed sellotaping the balloons you’d only finished inflating ten minutes ago. You weren't exactly sure why Keith was making Valentine's Day such an extravaganza this year but you were absolutely hating every second of it.

February fourteenth had never been kind to you. Not when you were ten years old and the card you thought had been from your childhood crush was actually written by your Mom. Not when you were fifteen and you went to the movies with Jackson Taylor, who made up a rumour that he had gotten to second base with you and definitely not last year, when Derek Cooper had taken you out for dinner, only to be caught by his girlfriend that he had surprisingly forgotten to mention.

Yeah, Valentine's Day could suck it.

“If one more person asks if we have another copy of Sixteeen Candles, I swear, I won't be held responsible for my actions.” You warn, jumping down from the step ladder with a loud huff.

“Yikes, what’s gotten your panties in a bunch today babe?” Robin questions with a teasing smile on her face as she serves the next customer.

“My panties are not in a bunch thank you very much. I'm just saying, what kind of moron waits until Valentines Day to rent the most sought after romcom?" You ask, taking a gulp of water in an attempt to erase the taste of rubber from your mouth.

Fake laughter echoes from the other side of the store where some girl has been flirting with Steve for the past fifteen minutes. You'd noticed her outside before she walked in, glossing her lips and pushing her boobs up just enough to get the attention she was obviously desperate for. She's annoyingly pretty, with perfect hair and sun kissed skin and when she raises her well manicured hands to rest on his bicep, you can’t help but grit your teeth at them.

"Is he planning to do any work at all today?" You point, rolling your eyes as Robin looks over at her other best friend and then back to you with a frown. She can sense the irritation in your voice and she knows why, even if you would never admit it. The signs have been there for quite some time and she wonders how much longer you can keep up the charade of not having feelings for Steve Harrington.

"Hey Dingus! A little help over here?" Robin demands, directing him to the queue of customers waiting for assistance at the counter. Steve nods his head, apologising to the girl who makes sure to write her number on his arm before waving goodbye.

“Yeah, thanks for calling me over, I've been trying to get away from her for like, the last ten minutes.” Steve breathes a sigh of relief, gesturing for the next customer to approach.

“Yeah, you really looked like you were being held against your will there, Harrington.” You scoff bitterly, stacking up a pile of returned tapes.

“Seriously, did you guys not see me trying to signal for help when she started touching me? I mean come on, desperate much?" He jeers, shaking his head.

"She did seem disgustingly eager." Robin interjects, scrunching her nose.

"Since when has that ever stopped him?" You reply, motioning towards Steve, who seems a little bit offended by your words.

"Jesus, why does it look like Cupid came all over this place?" Eddie chuckles as he enters the store, getting his jacket caught in the foil curtain, almost ripping it off of the door.

“Hey, careful Munson, don’t mess up my masterpiece!” You warn, carrying the tapes into the back as he slowly untangles himself.

"Because dear Edward, it is the day of love and romance!” Robin squeals excitedly, clapping her hands.

“Can you tell she has a date with Vickie tonight?” You tease, her cheeks turning pink at the mention of her new girlfriend.

“Alright, way to go Buckley.” Eddie high-fives the girl who couldn’t contain her happiness.

“We’re just going to the movies but I’m so nervous! Like, what if I make a total doofus of myself around her? She might not be as accepting of my clumsiness as you guys. I could fall up the steps when we’re walking to our seats or choke on the popcorn or…”

“Robin relax, you’re gonna give yourself a heart attack.” Steve interrupts, hearing the conversation from the till. His eyes meet yours, both of you sharing a disapproving look at your friend’s lack of confidence in herself. It was something you often discussed between yourselves, trying to figure out ways to help her see just how great she really was. Robin had always been good at hyping other people up, telling them how awesome or pretty they were but it was a completely different story when it came to herself.

“Steve’s right, you need to chill out. Vickie’s already heard you doing god awful karaoke, not to mention witnessing you hurl all over the bathroom floor at the Hideout and she’s still drooling over you. The girl is putty in your pretty little hands.” You jokingly reassure with a smile and it seems your light hearted words put her somewhat at ease as she takes a relieved breath.

“Hey, do you guys have a copy of that new movie with Molly Ringwald? Sixteen something?” Eddie shouts from the romance section of the store earning a scowl from you.

“Shit out of luck Munson, we’re totally sold out.” Steve replies, the curly haired metal head letting out a dramatic groan as he walked back to the counter, causing some of the other customers to flinch.

“Didn’t take you for a romcom kinda guy Eds.” You mock as he gives you a toothy grin. “Sweetheart, if it helps me get laid by the end of the night, I’ll watch anything.”

“Ew, gross Eddie, I really don’t need visions of you and Chrissy getting it on.” Robin shivers in disgust.

Although you share the same sentiment as your best friend, you can't help but think how nice it is that Eddie finally found someone that truly loves him for who he is. You couldn't remember ever seeing him so happy and a little part of you was jealous that you didn't have that with someone too.

"Harrington, did you get a tat dude?" Eddie quizzes, pointing to the digits on Steve's arm. You're taken out of your thoughts upon hearing the question directed at your coworker. Steve's eyes fall to you for a brief moment but you busy yourself with some paperwork, trying your best to pretend you're not paying attention to them.

"Oh, um no man, just a customer earlier, gave me her number." Steve brushes off with a shrug.

"Sweet, you gonna call her?" The hellfire leader interrupts and you hate yourself for wanting to know the answer too.

"God no, she was way too forward." Steve says, shaking his head, hoping that would be the end of the conversation as you relax again.

"What's wrong with forward? Come on man, it's Valentine's Day, call her, ask her out." Eddie encourages, wondering why Robin was shooting him a killer look as Steve shifts uncomfortably.

"Actually, I kind of already have a date tonight." He states, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. The relief you felt moments ago, quickly vanishing, being replaced with a gut wrenching feeling in the pit of your stomach. Steve had someone and it wasn't you. It would never be you.

“You do? Since when, why wasn’t I informed about this?” Robin quizzes suspiciously.

“I don’t have to tell you everything, Robin.” He huffs, rolling his eyes.

“Do we know her?” Eddie smirks and you wish you were anywhere else right now.

“Maybe you do, maybe you don’t.” He answers coyly before serving the next customer.

“So what about you sweetheart, who’s the lucky guy that’s taking you out tonight?” The metal head grins, raising his brows suggestively.

You see Steve and Robin turning their heads, attention on you as Eddie waits for your response. For a moment you consider lying, trying to think of a name and a place just to save face on being the only one without a date for tonight and maybe a little part of you wanted to see what Steve’s reaction would be too. But Robin already knew you had no plans, she had probably already told Steve the same.

“There isn’t one.” You answer, looking down at the ground, wanting it to swallow you whole.

“Bullshit, every time I’m in here there’s a guy asking you out.” Eddie spits, frowning at your response.

He’s right, guys do ask you out. It’s not like you were some sort of prude who never had a sex or never went on dates but lately, you just hadn’t been feeling it. Not when your heart belonged to someone who didn’t even know they had it and until you could get over Steve Harrington, it wouldn’t be fair to start something with someone else.

“Yeah, just not the one I actually want.” You reply, refusing to look Steve’s way as you walk to the back.

You figure now is a good time to take you break, needing a moment away from your friends to regain your composure. The restroom door locking behind you as you drop to the floor, tucking your knees into your chest. How had you gotten here? How had you been so stupid to fall for your friend? How had you allowed this to happen?

You secretly wondered who Steve’s date could be, knowing there was a number of viable contenders. Was it the brunette from last week who asked him to explain how The Lost Boys wasn’t a Peter Pan spin off or the blonde that always laughed at his jokes even when they weren’t even funny. Or maybe it was the raven haired girl who openly discussed her recent porno rentals with him every week.

One thing you knew for sure, it certainly wasn’t you.

The sound of footsteps brings you back to your shitty reality and the sudden knock on the bathroom door has you standing on your feet again.

“Hey, it’s just me. Are you ok?” You hear Robin ask from the other side. You straighten yourself up, wiping your clothes down before unlocking the door to face your friend.

“Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You question, doing your best to give her a reassuring smile but she sees right through you.

“I honestly didn’t know dingus had a date, I would have told you if I did.” She mutters nervously as you shake your head.

“Why? It’s not like I care what he does.” You state as Robin gives you an unconvinced glance.

“Babe, it’s me you’re talking to right now, no one else. You forget I used to be the master at hiding my feelings, so I know all the signs. You’re totally crazy about him aren’t you?” She quizzes, as you shrug your shoulders. There was no point in hiding it from her anymore, she could read you like a book.

“I’ll get over it.”

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?” She suggests as you let out a bitter laugh. “Did you not just hear what he said out there? He has a date, Robin.”

“Yeah but maybe if—”

“No. I’m not telling him alright? So please, just drop it.” You beg, letting out a deflated sigh.

Robin decides not to push you any further, realising you didn’t want to talk about it right now but you know this won’t be the end of it and eventually you’d have to answer the many questions you were sure she was going to have, taking a mental note to purchase alcohol before you talked about your feelings for Steve with her. But for now, you were grateful that she was leaving well enough alone so you could get back to work and pretend that everything was fine.

The remaining hours went by painfully slow, the romance section almost bare and you were counting down the minutes before you could go home to your bed and shut out the world while you waited for this shitty day to be over. Once the store got a little quieter, Steve offered to man the counter while you did Robin’s make up in the back, helping her get ready for the long awaited date before her girlfriend picked her up.

By 7:45, you were left with Steve and Keith who had been in his office doing paper work since he ordered you to decorate the store earlier. Steve had noticed you were quieter than usual, trying his best to joke and make light conversation but all he was met with was one worded answers.

“It was really cool of you to do Robin’s make up, y’know?” You hear Steve mumble as you restock the confectionery stand.

“That’s what best friends are for, right?”

“Yeah of course but you saw how nervous she was all day and I think you helping her out by making her look all pretty and stuff, just gave her the confidence boost she needed for tonight. I just thought it was really sweet of you.” He compliments, a warm look on his face that has your frosty demeanour melting.

“Alright, I’m done for the day. You two ok to lock up?” Keith asks, dousing himself in cheap cologne as Steve shoots his boss a glare knowing it was his night to close.

“No, not really. I have a date.” Steve argues as Keith grunts unsympatheticly. “You’re not the only one lover boy.”

“Online chat rooms don’t count, Keith.” Steve fires back as you try not to laugh at the expression on your boss’s face.

“You want to be out of a job, Harrington?” Keith threatens, looking less than impressed.

“No, but I really need to—”

“That settles it then, you two will lock up. Happy Valentines Day.” He smirks, throwing Steve a set of keys before exiting the store.

“What an asshole!” Steve groans, throwing the keys on the counter, putting an irritated hand through his signature hair while his plans hang in the balance.

“Now I get why he wanted me to decorate so badly.” You mutter, thinking back to how you spent the first couple of hours of your shift, blowing up balloons and getting sticky tape stuck in your hair. Keith was loved up like the rest of your friends. Cupid had gotten another one.

“Do you actually believe he has a date?” Steve asks, frustration still apparent in his voice as you nod your head, groaning.

“As much as it pains me to say yes, given that I myself don’t actually have a date, when have you ever seen him put on cologne?” You question as Steve lets out a heavy sigh.

“Good point. I hope she stands the son of a bitch up though.” He grins playfully and you can’t help but smile back at him. He was so breathtakingly beautiful and you kind of hated him for it.

“Hey, look at that, I finally got a smile out of you.” He teases, poking at your cheek as you lightly push his hand away.

“Steve, quit it.” You giggle as he shakes his head.

“Not a chance, you’re just so pretty when you smile.” He admits, cupping your face momentarily, locking his eyes with your own and your breath hitches as his warm hand rests on your face, his thumb carefully caressing your cheek and you hope to god you’re not blushing right now. Your eyes wander to his lips, pink and plump and a little chapped from the cold weather Hawkins was currently experiencing and you couldn’t help but wonder what lucky girl would get to kiss them later on.

For a moment as Steve gazed at you, you considered telling him everything. How you’ve been crazy about him since you worked at Scoops Ahoy together, falling hard for him when you saw how kind he was to the kids he watched over, knowing he wasn’t the same selfish guy you’d known in high school. Steve Harrington was selfless, brave and caring and as you looked into his caramel coloured eyes, all you wanted for him was to be happy because that’s what he deserved more than anything, even if it would never be with you.

“Steve…”

“Yeah?” He whispers, looking at you in a way that made your knees weak.

You knew this was your chance to tell him, the perfect night to admit your feelings but previous Valentine’s Day disasters prevented you from saying what you really wanted to, afraid Steve would have to let you down gently or worse, laugh in your face.

“You should go home and get ready for your date, I’ll lock up here.” You swallow hard as he finally removes his hand from your face, seemingly taking him out of his own thoughts.

“Oh, no I couldn’t ask you to do that.” He replies, shaking his head.

“You didn’t ask me, I offered.” You reassure, feeling guilty for how you had treated him all day.

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t. The place is quiet now anyway and there’s only an hour left. Plus I’ve been looking forward to destroying all those damn decorations all day.” You joke, attempting to hide the sadness you were currently feeling from him, terrified that you’d break down in tears if he stuck around much longer.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He grins as you playfully roll your eyes at him. “So I’ve been told.”

“Got any advice for a successful Valentine’s date?” He questions, grabbing his car keys as you let out a sarcastic laugh.

“You’re really not asking the right person. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good Valentine’s experience. Why are you so nervous anyway, you’ve been on hundreds of dates?”

“Yeah I know, but I really like this girl, like a lot. More than I’ve ever liked anybody and I really don’t want to mess this up.” He sighs and you wonder if he can hear your heart smashing into pieces.

“Wow, she must be really special.” You breathe as he nods his head looking like a schoolboy with a crush.

“Yeah, she is.” He admits and it’s like a fresh bullet to your chest.

“Well then I hope she knows how lucky she is. Any girl who can’t see what an amazing guy you are would have to be a complete idiot.” You reply honestly, almost certain you see a hint of pink in his cheeks.

“Thanks, honey.” He whispers, before walking towards the exit, the nickname causing your brain to short circuit. Honey.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, pretty girl.” He grins, walking out the door as you feel a tear slide down your cheek watching his car pull out of the space, taking your broken heart right along with him. A heavy sigh escapes your lips, cursing under your breath, pondering if you were really doomed to face every February fourteenth in utter misery.

The last hour of your shift had gone by quicker than expected, having no customers during the final thirty minutes, giving you plenty of time to dispose of the shitty decorations that had mocked you throughout the day. When you finished vacuuming the floor, you wondered how your friends were fairing on their dates. Had Eddie gotten through a rom com without passing out? Did Robin make it up the steps of the movie theatre without falling? Was Keith really on a date with an actual woman? Had Steve already managed to get his new girl into bed?

That last thought made you want to throw up.

At 8:50 you decided to call it a night, dreaming of your warm bed and the cheese pizza you were going to order the minute you got home, wanting nothing more than to wallow in self pity. The money had been cashed up, the shelves were organised and you figured you had earned the extra ten minutes after everything you had endured today. Once you grabbed your handbag and jacket from your locker, you did a final check of the place before clocking out, switching the open sign to closed before you shut the door behind you, turning the key in the lock and pulling the shutters down, thankful you were off for the next couple of days.

As you tossed the keys into your bag, pulling on your jacket to prepare for the short walk to your apartment, you noticed a familiar maroon BMW parked up and Steve Harrington leaning against the hood, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Steve?”

“Hey you.” He smiles, eyes sparkling in the glow of the moonlight.

“Is everything ok?” You worry, wondering if something had happened to one of the kids or your older friends.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be?” Steve reassures as you let out a sigh of relief.

“Well for starters, aren’t you supposed to be on a date right now?” You quiz, confusion apparent in your tone.

“I was just waiting for her to get off work actually, I’m picking her up here.” He smirks confidently, pushing himself off of the hood.

“You’re meeting her in the Family Video parking lot? Isn’t that a bit creepy?” You tease, raising a brow at him, trying not to focus on how good he looks in a grey sweater that you’ve never seen on him before.

“Well yeah, I guess it would be a little creepy if she didn’t work there.” He jokes, hoping he’d given you enough clues to figure out the rest for yourself. When your eyes begin to widen, mouth parting as you try to speak, he knows the penny has finally dropped.

“Steve I—”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, pretty girl.” He grins, repeating the same words he'd said earlier, handing you the prettiest bunch of daisies you’ve ever seen and it’s not until his fingers brush yours that you realise it isn’t a dream. Steve Harrington was here, waiting for you.

“These are for me?” You ask, breath catching in your throat.

“Of course they are, who else would I get them for?” He teases as you try to hold back tears.

"Steve, I…I can’t believe you got me daisies. they’re so beautiful.” You smile, suddenly feeling very dizzy.

“I know I probably should have gotten you roses but I remember last summer when we took the kids to the park and you made Max and El daisy chains. You said they were your favourite.”

“You remember that?” You blush looking up at him as he nods. “I remember everything about you, honey.”

Your stomach is doing somersaults now, palms sweaty and shaking with the way he’s looking at you and it takes everything in you not to kiss him silly.

“Did Robin know about this?” You quiz, wondering if you were going to have to murder your friend tomorrow for letting you go through a shift thinking Steve was going on a date with someone else.

“Are you serious? You know she can’t keep secrets. I couldn’t take the risk that she wouldn’t telll you. Plus, I was afraid she’d never let me live it down if you rejected me.” Steve jokes, flashing his pearly whites at you. How could you ever reject him?

“I don’t understand, if Robin didn’t tell you, how did you know I had feelings for you?”

“Not to sound totally arrogant but I’m not completely stupid. I see how flustered you get around me sometimes and how jealous you get when a customer tries to flirt with me, like today. But mostly I’ve seen the way you look at me and then I knew for sure—cause it’s the same way I look at you.” He whispers, his warm hand cupping your cheek.

“And how exactly do you look at me?” You challenge, swallowing hard as his lips inch closer to yours.

“Like I’m totally crazy about you.”

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[spookysteddie]

Always Comin’ Home to You

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

18+ MINOR DNI

dec: after a fight with his step-mother Gator comes home late, scaring you. His bruises tell you of the day he had and all he wants is to feel you.

cw: Swearing, abandonment, mental / physical abuse (Roy to Gator), domestic abuse (Roy to Karen), bruises, mention of death, implication of anxiety, murder, toxic religion themes, gator calls his step-mom a cunt, crying, fingering, daddy kink, dd/lg themes if you squint, Gator calls himself her God (what's the name for that?), unprotected penetrative sex, cream pie, promises. (let me know if I missed anything)

wc: 3.7k

a/n: I need Gator Tillman like I need to fucking breathe. This man is WOW. I just want to pet him and tell him he is, in fact, a winner and then suck him off. Anyway, I hope y'all like this heheh

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Gator Tillman didn’t have a lot of good things in his life. 

Between his mother leaving, his father being as asshole and everything in between, Gator was a little fucked up and very morally gray. Doing his daddy's dirty work in the hopes Roy will finally be proud of him. 

Now, there was one good thing (or person) in his life, one human who brought out the best in him. One person who saw him for the person he was deep inside. The one who saw him as a winner. 

You. 

You were everything Gator could ever dream of, his perfect girl. 

“Gator? Baby have you seen my sunglasses?” You pull some clothes out of the hamper, double (triple) checking that they weren’t in there. “Do you have them? Are they in your cruiser?!” 

You hear Gators heavy footsteps before he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, “have ya checked on top of ya head?” You can hear the smugness in his voice and instantly you want to punch him. 

You were an angel and subsequently the sweetest girl. Shit, you make Gator catch and release the spiders you find in the house because you ‘want someone to grant you the same kindness in life’. Whatever that means. But of course he does it, because the last thing he wants is to make you cry. 

Well, that’s not true. He loves making you cry while your wrapped around his cock, fucking you so deep and hard that you can’t form a complete thought. Only then does he enjoy the tears streaming down your face. 

But at the same time, you had a wicked attitude. One he liked to fuck outta you at every opportunity. And when you look up at him he knows it’s coming. 

“Do they look like they’re on my fuckin’ head, Gator? Jesus Christ.” But he doesn't fail to notice you subtly check in the mirror to make sure they aren’t actually on your head. They aren’t, for the record. 

Gator is not like his daddy. Does he have his fathers attitude? Absolutely. But he has never raised his hand to you outside of the bedroom, much to his fathers dislike. Claiming he’s watched his father beat on his step-mother and even though he hates her – only because she gave birth to his twin sisters, giving his father two more chances to fuck their futures up – he doesn’t think it’s right. 

He balls his fists, nails digging into the center of his hand. He has too much shit to do today and, frankly, doesn’t have time for this shit. “Watch ya mouth bunny. Lucky my dad aint home to hear you take Christs name in vain.” 

Gator is right. His daddy already doesn't like you, doesn’t think you’re Godly enough. He also seems to think you’re an idiot simply because Gator does everything for you, even down to tying your shoes. It’s something Gator likes doing, taking care of you as it helps ease his mind. 

But at the same time Roy wonders how his son could catch and keep a girl like you. It’s emotional whiplash most of the time. Of course, Gator takes the brunt of his daddy's issues when it comes to you, never letting his daddy so much as look wrong in your direction. 

You sigh, running your hands down your pink skirt, “look, can you please help me find them? You know my eyes don’t do well with the sun bouncing off the snow.” 

His eyes soften, loving when you need his help, “I’m willin’ to bet they’re in the cruiser on the floor boards.” 

Your face heats as you remember exactly why they’d be on the floor of the cruiser, your escapades from your little meeting at the police station last night. There was always that preliminary fuck before going back to Roys (cause God forbid Gator ever come stay at your place. His daddy needs him nice and close.) considering you don’t know how to keep your moans quiet. So, he tires you out, not so much that you can’t drive back to his place, but just enough to where you’re silent during round two and three and four. 

The cold nips at your bare legs, winter just as brutal as every other year in this godforsaken state. You swear it never gets easier, winter, and the older you get the more you think about moving south. You think Gator would like the warmer weather, probably find the warmth soothing. 

“Ah ha! Got ‘em!” Gator hands them to you with a huge smile on his face. He looks almost boy-like. It’s rare he has a genuine smile, especially when his daddy is around. 

“Gator,” his step-mothers voice rings out from the porch, making you both jump. He doesn’t turn around, doesn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing his frustration. “Stop yellin’ cause your sisters are sleepin’!” 

“Karen, they’re at the other end of this fuckin house and your scratchy ass voice is louder than me.” 

You can see her huff, “I should call your father!” 

He sighs, turning on his heel, “I don’t think that’ll be a good idea. Dad’s… a little busy today.” Gator knows exactly what his daddy is busy with, not that he’d ever tell you. Terrified that he would somehow put you in danger. 

You know that there was shit his daddy made him do. Things that forced him to come home with black eyes, bloody lips and bruises on his knuckles and body. It hurt your heart every time he came home like that, telling you it was nothing while he winces as he takes off his clothes. 

Karen seethes from the porch and you see her look from Gator to you and back. Gator, who notices everything, sees it and steps in front of you, pushing you behind him. “Don’t look at her like that, Karen.” 

That seems to annoy her more, “she better not be here tonight. You hear me? Don’t need your sisters hearin the stuff you two get up to at night.” 

“Not any worse than dads hands hittin’ your face while they sit at the kitchen table.” You cringe at his statement, seeing Roy hit Karen more times than you can count. “You don’t run this house. Or tell me what to do.” He spits on the ground and turns away, waiting till he hears the door slam to speak. 

“I fuckin hate her. She’s sucha little bitch.” 

You wrap your arms around his middle, breathing him in. “Can stay at mine tonight if you want. Don’t wanna get you in trouble,” you murmur into his shirt. “O-or we can spend a night apart. I know we haven’t done that inna while but just till this blows over an’ we know she didn’t say nothin’ to your father.” 

You know you're rambling, but all you want is to make Gators life comfortable and safe. You know there is a small chance that Karen will call Roy, tell him what happened, maybe even lie (she’s done that before) and say you upset her. If that happens, Gator will get it good, possibly another broken arm or dislocated jaw. That’s the last thing you want. You can feel you chest ache, eyes burning at the idea of Roy hurtin’ him. 

Gator pulls your face back from his chest, making you look up at him, “don’t you be worryin’ bout me now. Roy ain’t gonna do shit and I don’t sleep when you aren’t curled up next to me,” he kisses your forehead. “I’ll put some feelers out to see if that little bitch called him. Gotta meeting at 3 with him.” 

You nod, your hand coming up to fix his jacket. In reality, you just need something to distract from the burning behind your eyes. 

“Hey? I’m serious. I’ll be fine, okay?” He lets you go to reach into his pocket, pulling out some cash and handing it to you, “why don’t you go get your nails done or something, yeah?” 

You know refusing to take the money wont go well, so you take it, putting it in the pocket of your jacket. “Thank you, daddy,” you whisper out, knowing you aren’t really supposed to say that outside of Gators locked bedroom door. 

He lets it slide, the day has been stressful enough for you. “That’s my good bunny. Now, run along and I’ll meet you here at six okay?” 

You tilt your head, “no station tonight?” 

“Nah… Jerry is working and he’s got a starin’ problem when it comes to ya. Don’t feel like scoopin’ eyeballs out. Too messy.” 

You shudder but kiss him goodbye before getting in your car. You have a very bad feeling his 3pm meeting isn’t going to go how he expects. 

… 

You were right. 

You knew you were right the second you pulled up to his house at six on the dot and he wasn’t home. You reach for your phone, looking to see if maybe you’d missed a text, phone call, shit even an email from your boyfriend. 

Nothing. 

Even when you try to call him, you're met with a voicemail. You can feel the bile rise in the back of your throat, fear making your skin itch. Was this it? Was this the time Roy sends him out there to do his dirty work and he doesn’t make it home? 

He could be anywhere right now. Not only that, if he was dead, no one would do shit for him. No funeral, no service, nothing. His dad would go on and wipe his hands clean of his “loser” son, probably more than happy that the ties of his first wife are gone for good. 

Oh God, what if he was dying, the cold freezing the blood onto his skin, frostbite settling in. He could be so scared, praying to the God he doesn’t believe in that you come find him. His clothes are probably wet too, sticking to him thanks to the sn-

A knock on your window makes you jump, a yelp falling from your lips. You look over, seeing the blue of his jacket in your peripheral and the sight makes you gasp. You’re quick to shut off the car, jumping out and getting a closer look at him. 

He looks… awful. His right eye is nearly swollen shut, dry blood sticking to his split brow. There is a bruise on the other side of his face and under his left eyes, clearly he got hit in the nose. 

“Baby…” this time you can't stop the tears from falling. “Baby what happened?” 

He lets out a long, deep sigh, his hands resting on your cheeks. “Fuckin’ cunt called dad. Said I needed a lesson in respect. S’how I got the bruise on my left eye.” He wipes the tear that falls from your eye, his touch soft and kind, “sent me to do some shit across state lines. Guy beat the fuck outta me. He ain’t alive no more though.” 

You sniffle, “is it just your face?” 

He shakes his head but doesn’t say more. He knows you’ll see the rest once he gets you inside. Well … “we-I can’t let you sleep here tonight, Gator.” 

He shakes his head, “it’s fine. Dad said so himself. Come on.” 

And so he drags you inside, Karen looking like the cat that caught the canary as she watches you help Gator walk. You make a mental note to never forget this, never forget how she treats her step-son.

You push open Gators bedroom door, making sure to shut it silently and lock it before settling Gator on the bed. “Let’s get ya into some comfy clothes, yeah?” 

You crouch down in front of him, making quick work of untying his boots. 

“Baby, I can do this. I’m the one who's supposed to help you.” 

That only makes more tears burn your eyes. You hated that he never let anyone help him, hated that he always had to be strong, couldn’t ever cry, nothing. You hated Roy for making him like this and you hated his mother for leaving and not saving her only son from a life of pain. 

“Stop. Just-just let me help you, Gator please.”  You pull at the laces to loosen them and make it easier to slide off his boot, your vision blurry from the tears in your eyes. 

His boot comes off easy and you make sure you keep your hold on it so it doesn’t make any noise on the floor. Same with the second one. 

You stand, unclipping his thigh holster and setting it on the nightstand where he likes it. Incase of emergencies. Next is his belt, coming off with ease. He stops you when you get to his pants, making you look up at him. He hates the silver shining along your waterline. 

“I love you, little bunny.” He says it so quietly that you almost miss it. 

“I love you too.” Your voice cracks as you say. 

You work on his pants, popping open the buttons with ease. Next you pull his shirt out of his pants and pull it over his head. By the time his shirt hits the floor, you’ve gotten a full look at his bare torso. A bruise is forming along his ribs, it’s really red and slightly turning purple. 

“Jeez baby,” your hands gently touch his skin and he hisses a little. “S-sorry.” 

He says nothing as he helps you pull off his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. 

“Stay here,” you tell him as you collect his dirty clothes and go into his attached bathroom. You sigh as you grab a face cloth, turning the water on so it heats up. It, of course, takes forever for the water to warm. Nothing like shit water heating thanks to the frigid winter. But once it does you wet the cloth and grab the first aid kit and go back to him. 

You’ve done this before, cleaned him up, you’ve even stitched him up. You’d like to thank the internet for telling you how to do that and you’ve gotten good over the last two years. 

“S’is gonna hurt. Luckily it looks like you don’t need stitches. Just don’t move while I work okay?” 

He nods, “yes, baby. Ya don’t have to do this. I know you don’t like blood.” This was true, you didn’t like blood at all, barely even being able to handle papercuts. But for some reason, when it comes to him, you can manage to push it aside. Cuts can get infected and when they’re on his face it means it could go to the brain faster. 

You carefully dab the wet rag around his split eyebrow, gently clearing off the blood and making sure that you don’t resplit the cut open. “I think it split from the swellin’ but I don’t think it needs stitches.” 

He nods slightly, “good. I was hoping it’d close on its own.” 

You put some wound cleaner on it before you bandage it. He might have a scar there unless he leaves it alone. But knowing Gator, it’ll open again. You clean up around his face and causing a hiss to leave his lips once you touch his cheek and eye. You apologize, applying some cream that makes bruises heal faster to his face and ribs. 

“That’s everything.” You force a small smile at him, tossing the wet cloth into the hamper and putting the first aid kit away. You get undressed, needing skin to skin contact. Then, you climb into bed, snuggling up to him, resting your head on the safe side of his chest. 

The silence stretches, Gators arm around your shoulders, his thumb moving softly. 

“I thought you were dead in the snow,” the words tumble out of you before you can stop them. 

He thumb stills for a heartbeat before resuming, “but m’not.” 

“I’m sorry this is the life you were forced into. It is not fair.” 

He kisses your head, breathing you in for a moment, “it’s not your fault, bunny. You didn’t do any of this. Shoulda kept my mouth shut when it came to Karen. Just… smile an’ wave.” 

You shake your head, kissing his chest, “not how it’s supposed to be.”

Gator rolls over you, forcing you on your back. He bites back a pained groan. “My sweet bunny, listen to me. I am here. I am safe. S’gonna take a lot more to kill me.” He leans down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. 

You let your hands slide into his hair, deepening the kiss. Honestly, you just need to feel him. He knows it and if he’s being honest, he needs to feel you too. He’ll never say it out loud, but as he laid in the snow, doing his best to get the fucker he was sent to kill off of him, he was scared. 

Scared he would die and you’d spend the rest of you life wondering. He knew no one would fill you in and he knew his daddy wouldn’t have a service for him. You’d be alone, wondering what happened to him, praying to the god you don’t believe in that he’d come home again. So, he fought like hell and now, he really needs you. Needs to be inside you. 

You pull back, breaking the kiss, “Gator, we can’t.” 

“We can. Please baby.” Gator doesn’t beg, he didn’t need to when it came to you. Always more than willing to do what he says and give him what he wants. His begging makes you give in. 

His hands push your underwear aside, feeling how ready you already are for him. Always ready, always wanting and only for him. 

You pull him in for a kiss while his fingers find your clit with ease, swallowing your moans. He always knows exactly how you like it, fingers moving in swift circles and just the right amount of pressure. 

“So fucking pretty when you’re at my mercy,” he pushes two fingers inside you, the stretch making your brain go fuzzy. “Looked so fucking pretty in your little skirt and frilly socks. My little angel.” 

The way Gator is cooing at you, his fingers crooked up to touch the one spot that drives you nuts and you can feel yourself slipping into that headspace you both love. You’re trying so hard to be logical, knowing he’s hurt and can hurt himself further. 

“Thank you, daddy. Bought it because I thought you’d like it.” Your voice is getting small, breathy. 

He grins, kissing down your neck, “I love it. Love everything you wear. Look so pretty in your pastels.” His thumb finds your clit, a soft moan falling from your lips. It’s embarrasing how quickly you are to coming around his fingers. 

“P-please. Gator please.” 

He smirks, “use your words, sweet girl. Tell me what you want.” 

You can feel your body heat up from both the coil inside you winding tighter and the embarrassment of having to say what you want. “I-I need to cum. So bad.” 

The second the words are in the air, Gator pulls his hands away, leaving your orgasm to fade away. “NO! No, no, no, no please!” 

He sucks a mark into your neck, his tongue licking over the spot to sooth it.

“Need ya to cum on my cock, baby.” 

Before your brain can catch up, he’s sliding inside you. The stretch is something you haven't gotten used to in the last two years. It feels like he's splitting you in half, his cock filling you completely. 

“OH! Oh my god.” You're already panting, squeezing him so hard he’s fighting to not bust prematurely. 

Gator drops to his forearms and pumps his hips, getting right in your face. He’s so close you can smell the fruity scent from the vape he was no doubt huffing on before coming to see you. 

“S’right baby, I am your God and I love when ya pray to me.” 

You can’t help the way your cunt clenches, a moan falling from your lips that is just slightly too loud for either of your comforts. At the moment, you don’t care. You know Roy already got his fill of kicking Gatos' ass. He’s not going to worry about it tonight. 

“Daddy, please. I’m so close.” 

His hips are snapping hard, cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. He feels like he’s inside your throat and you can’t tell if his grunts are from pain, pleasure, or both. 

“Not yet. Almost there. D-don’t cum yet.” 

Your nails sink into his biceps, hips starting to stutter. 

“Please! Fuck! Oh god…” 

He smirks, eyes meeting yours, “yeah? I know how bad ya need it. How bad ya need me to fill this pretty, little cunt up. Breed an own ya f’ever? Hm?” His eyes are black and he looks absolutely feral. Primal.  

His hand snakes down the front of your body, finding your clit with ease. You gasp, thighs starting to shake. You knew you weren’t going to last but you needed his permission. You craved his praise and being in his good graces. You’d let him do anything to you, that’s how much you trust him. 

“Yes! Yes! Whatever you want. Anything.” You don’t even know what you’re saying at this point, too cock drunk to think of anything besides him and what he’s doing to you. 

He laughs, seeing your eyes glazed over and tears of pleasure lining your eyes, “cum for me bunny. Do it.” 

It’s all you need to fall into bliss. 

His hand covers your mouth knowing how loud you’re about to be. His face drops into your neck as he cums with you, both of your moans muffled by each other's bodies. His cum fills you, leaking out as he brings you both down. 

His hand slowly leaves your mouth, head lifting to look at you. 

“I love you. I fuckin’ love you so fuckin’ much.” He leaves little kisses all over your face, trying to bring you back to him. “You hear me? M’never leavin’ you.” 

You take a shuddering inhale, trying to form a coherent thought, “P-promise?” 

You hold your pinky up to him, hands shaking while adrenalin continues to run through your veins. He giggles, hooking his pinky with yours, “promise. I’ll always come home to you. I will always fall asleep next to you.” 

He looks down, flipping your hand over and checking out your nails, “I can’t wait for these pretty, red claws to be wrapped around my cock.” 

Your chest lightens as you both laugh together.

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*Coworkers With Benefits – Gator Tillman

Warnings: sneaking around kink, protected sex, public sex, rough sex, language

A moan got stuck in my throat when someone walked up behind me and started making out with my neck.

"Gator," I gasped when he bit my earlobe. "Baby. . . We're at work. . . What if. . . Holy shit, baby." I couldn't resist pushing my ass back against his hips and start grinding against him.

"Fuck, baby girl," Gator moaned as he moved with me. "I love fucking at work. It's so fucking sexy."

"Yeah," I moaned. "But it could also get me fired."

I gasped when he pulled away and grabbed my arms, roughly turning me around.

"I would never let that happen," he said under his breath.

"But I'm your receptionist," I whispered. "And isn't there a rule about officers dating or dating someone. . ."

Gator cut me off by grabbing my face and pressing his lips back to mine. We didn't finish that conversation. Instead, we focused on finishing what we had barely started.

He glanced around the empty station before turning back to me with a smirk. I felt the butterflies in my stomach go crazy as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his dad's office.

The second the door was closed, he threw me against it. He smashed his lips onto mine as he trapped me between him and the door. I moaned and reached around to grab his ass as he started grinding against me.

Gator tore away from my lips and started kissing my neck as his hands slid down my body. One hand found my ass while the other found the waistband of my pants.

I leaned my head against the door as Gator licked up and down my neck.

"Come on, baby girl," he grunted as he slammed his body against mine. "Moan for me, sexy."

"We should really stop," I gasped between heavy breaths.

"I can't," Gator grunted as he picked me up and threw me onto the couch in his dad's office. I moaned loudly as he started kissing my neck, slowly moving his lips down my chest.

"What if your dad comes back?" I arched my back and moaned when he bit my collarbone. Gator's lips continued to suck on my collarbone as he unbuttoned my uniform. The second it was open, Gator attached his lips to my chest.

"Fuck!" I yelled. I felt him let out a deep chuckle against the skin of my chest as I started taking off his pants.

"No one is here," he growled against the space between my breasts.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

That's all Gator needed to hear. In a matter of minutes, we were completely undressed, rolling our bodies against each other on his dad's couch.

I kissed his chest as he moved to grab a condom he had hidden in the back of the table at the end of the couch. His lips returned to mine as he leaned down and put it on. The second it was on, Gator grabbed my hips. I wrapped my leg around his waist, squeezing to tell him I was ready.

We let out matching moans that turned into grunts as Gator pushed into me. We instantly started thrusting in sync. With each thrust, our moans got louder and our movements got rougher.

"Holy shit, Officer Sexy," I gasped when he pressed against my G-spot. "Keep going."

"You got it, Officer Baby Girl," he moaned through clenched teeth. I loudly moaned/yelled his name when he started pushing harder and rougher into me.

"Fucking hell, Gator!"

Gator shut me up by wrapping his mouth around my right breast, using his tongue to play with my nipple. While he satisfied me, I started doing the one thing that drove him crazy.

"Fuck," he moaned against my breast as I squeezed myself around him. With a few more moans and thrusts, we pushed each other over the edge and forced us to reach our peaks.

"Shit!" Gator gasped as we released in sync. He kept himself inside me as we came down from our orgasms. When we had barely caught our breaths, Gator slowly pulled out of me. Before climbing off me, he leaned down and kissed me.

"Get back to work," he smirked with his face inches from mine. "Or I might have to bring you back in here and spank you."

"Kinky," I giggled.

"You know you love it," he said, lowering his voice.

"Just as much as I love you," I said before I could stop.

Gator leaned back and studied me. I opened and closed my mouth, unable to form any more words. Before either one of us could respond, Gator's phone started ringing. As he went to answer it, I quickly started getting dressed.

"Hey, Dad."

I could feel his eyes on me as I finished getting dressed, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

"Yeah," I heard him say as I walked out of Roy's office. "I'm at the station. What do you need?"

* * * * *

Gator's POV

After Y/N's confession and going back to work, she didn't talk to me. It seemed as if she refused to be in the same room with me. I wanted her to be. I needed her to be. I was still trying to wrap my head around her confession, but I didn't want her thinking that I didn't love her back.

Of course, I did.

Y/N was the only one in town who looked at me like I was me and not my dad's son. She listened to me. She talked to me. She made me laugh. She made me smile. She made me happy. And I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life making her happy.

"Hey, have you seen Y/N?" I asked a random officer whose name I'd never bothered to learn.

"I think she went home," he shrugged.

"What do you mean?" I panicked.

"She said she had a migraine," the guy said as he eyed me. He rolled his eyes before going back to work. I went back to my desk, unable to wrap my head around this.

Y/N left work.

She left because of what happened. She left because she told me she loved me and I didn't say anything back. Instead, I took a call from my dad. She thinks I don't care about her.

I stared at the file in my hands, but nothing was sinking in. When the phone started ringing, I answered it without breaking the staring contest.

"What?"

"Is this Gator Tillman?"

I slowly put the file down and sat up. "Yes, this is him."

"Hi. I'm calling from Sunrise Hospital."

"What?"

"We have a Y/F/N Y/L/N here in the emergency room," the nurse continued, "and we have you listed as her emergency contact."

"I'm her. . . Wait, what happened to her?"

"We couldn't get much out of her before she passed out," she explained, making my stomach drop. "It seems it was a home invasion gone wrong."

"Shit," I mumbled. I looked around the station, hoping my dad was nearby. The nurse started to say something, but I hung up and ran out of my office when I saw my dad walk by.

"Dad!" I yelled.

"What's your problem?" He scoffed.

"Y/N is in the hospital."

"Who?"

I pushed down my anger and clarified, "Y/N, Dad. Our receptionist."

"Oh," he said with no emotion in his voice. "Right. Her."

I tried even harder to control my anger as I explained, "Apparently, someone broke into her home earlier today."

"We didn't get the call," he shrugged.

I hadn't even thought about that. I didn't care. There were more important things to worry about.

"She's hurt, Dad."

"Guess we better get to the hospital," he sighed.

"We should send some officers to her place," I said quickly. My dad sent me a look and I didn't care if he could read me. He debated for a second before sighing again and nodding his head.

As my dad drove us, I felt like I was going to jump out of my skin. If my dad caught on to my weirdness, he didn't say anything. The second we arrived, I practically ran inside. I asked the nearest nurse where Y/N was but she couldn't help me.

"Then why the hell are you standing here?!" I snapped. "Find me someone who actually knows shit."

"Will you calm down?" My dad sighed, saving the nurse I was yelling at. "I'm sure Y/N's fine. The guy was an idiot. He attacked the police's assistant. We'll find him."

"Receptionist," I automatically corrected. My dad sent me a weird look, but I was focused on the door separating me from Y/N.

"What is your problem?" He scoffed. I held my breath as he figured it out. He let out a deep chuckle when he connected the dots. "How long?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice dropping.

"How long have you been sleeping with Y/N?"

"It's not. . . We just. . . We started a few months after she started working for us," I sighed, giving in.

"She's been working for us for over a year," he chuckled.

I waited for him to say something else, but he didn't. Instead, he sat next to me and patted my shoulder.

"I'll go to the nurses' station and find out what's going on with your girl," he said softer than I've ever heard him speak. "Then I'll make her break-in a top priority. You stay here and wait for her to wake up."

He patted my shoulder once before standing up. As he walked away, I spoke up.

"Thanks, Dad."

* * * * *

Y/N was in surgery when we arrived at the hospital. If I hadn't hung up the phone or had been more patient with the nurses, they would've told me that.

Apparently, Y/N took a pretty bad beating from the robber. He knocked her around and tried to kick in her ribs. One of her broken ribs almost punctured her lung. They had to be extremely careful to prevent her lung from completely collapsing.

I lost track of how long Y/N was in surgery. I went back and forth between sitting restlessly and pacing across the waiting room. My dad was in and out as he talked to the officers working this case. He tried to get me to wait at home, but he quickly found that I wasn't going anywhere.

"It's serious, isn't it?" My dad asked as he came back from checking in with the officers.

"Y/N's injuries? I don't know. I hope it's not too serious. I mean, they said that she was just. . ."

"I didn't mean her injuries, Gator," he cut me off. "I meant you and her. It's serious, isn't it?"

"I think so," I said, finally sitting down. "I mean. . . She told me. . . And I feel. . ."

"Spit it out, Gator."

"I love her," I blurted out. I let out a deep sigh before repeating, "I love her, Dad."

"Does she feel the same?"

His question surprised me. "She does," I said, my voice dropping. "She actually told me earlier this morning."

"And I'm guessing you didn't tell her you felt the same?" He asked, almost laughing.

"I was caught off-guard," I sighed, angrily running my fingers through my hair. I jumped up and started pacing again. "Of course, I've thought about how I felt about her over the last couple of months. How could I not? I've never felt like this, Dad. Like ever. She makes me insanely happy. I could be having the worst day of my life and the second she walks into the room, it's better. It doesn't matter what horrible things are happening that day. Seeing her makes all of it go away. I can't imagine my life without her, Dad. And the thought of some low-life, punk-ass, son of a. . ."

"Mr. Tillman, you asked me to come get you the second Ms. Y/L/N was out of surgery?" A nurse cut off my rambling.

"How is she?!"

"The surgery went great," she smiled at me. "In fact, she's awake. And she's asking for you."

I followed at the nurse's heels as she led me down the hallway. When she got to a certain room, she stopped. She turned toward me, but I didn't bother to listen to her tell me to go in.

I swung the door open, instantly freezing at the sight of Y/N in the hospital bed. I held my breath as she slowly turned her head toward me. The small smile that spread across her face made my heart jump into my throat.

"Gator," she said weakly. She started to say something else, but I ran to her side. I grabbed her face and smashed my lips onto hers. Our lips instantly started moving in sync as she reached up and grabbed my arms.

"I love you too," I gasped as I broke the kiss. I looked into her eyes as they filled with tears. "I didn't get the chance to confess this to you earlier," I continued. "But I should've. I should've ignored that call and told you how much I love you."

"Gator. . ."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," I sighed as I sat on the edge of her bed, holding both of her hands in mine. "I know our relationship has mainly been us sneaking around, but I don't want that anymore. I don't. I want a real relationship with you, Y/N. I want to be able to drive you to work. I want to be able to take you to lunch. I want to be able to kiss you goodbye before going out to answer a call. I want to be able to hold you in my arms when I get back and you're relieved. I want to be able to take you home each night. I want to be able to warn the new officers to leave you alone because you're taken. I want to be able to have everyone we work with know that you're mine. I want everyone in town to know that I love you."

Y/N cut me off by grabbing my face and smashing her lips onto mine. We relaxed back into the hospital bed with me slightly hovering over her as our lips moved in sync. We would've continued what we did in my dad's office this morning if someone hadn't walked in.

"Oh!" My dad laughed. "Sorry for the interruption. Then again, a girl who just took a beating shouldn't have a two-hundred-pound man on top of her."

"Dad," I said between my teeth. I sat up and started to get off the bed, but Y/N grabbed my arm. When I looked at her, all I could see was fear in her eyes.

"I'm right here," I whispered as I sat on the edge of the bed. "I won't leave you."

"Promise?" She asked, her voice breaking.

"I promise," I smiled. My smile fell when I saw the look on my dad's face.

My dad cleared his throat and replaced this amazing tension between Y/N and me with an awkward tension. "We should really talk about what happened, Y/N."

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice still soft as she paid special attention to the hospital blanket. I watched as she slowly looked up at my dad. "I know you have a procedure to follow and questions to ask. Go ahead."

"First things first," he started, "did you get a good look at who did this to you? Was it a group? Was it only one man? Was it an ex-boyfriend? Was it anyone you recognized?"

"It was one guy," she cut him off.

"Wait," I said slowly. "Y/N, do you know who did this to you?"

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "You arrested him last week," she said, her voice soft. "I think his name was Dennis Jones or Johnson?"

"Dennis Jackson?" I asked, subconsciously tightening my hands into fists as I jumped up. "The asshole who gets drunk every Friday night and spends all day Saturday in the holding cell, just to leave and get drunk again Saturday night? He did this to you?!"

"Yeah," she said, her voice shaky.

"Did he say anything to you?" My father asked her.

"Not really," she stuttered.

"Not really?" He challenged. I sent him a glare but he didn't even bother to look at me.

"I mean. . ." She explained slowly. "He kept mumbling about 'the perfect payback'. He wouldn't say anything else."

"My guess," Dad sighed as he turned toward me, "he knows about you two and wanted to get back at you by hurting you."

"About us. . ." Y/N didn't finish her question as my father pointed at her. "Gator?" She whispered.

"I told my dad," I said softly.

"You what?!" She gasped. Her anger was taken away when it turned to pain.

I jumped forward and helped her lay back down. "It's going to be fine," I stuttered.

"He could fire me," she said through clenched teeth.

"I'm not going to fire you," my dad sighed. "I don't care who my son is sleeping with this week. Is there anything else we need to know about the attack?"

"No," she said, not looking away from me. "Nothing else."

Y/N and I stared at each other as my father left. The second the door closed, I defended myself.

"I know how that sounded," I said quickly. "But my Dad is just an ass. You know that you're the only woman that I've been sleeping with. I'm really not that big of a player."

"Gator. . ."

"I'm not like that," I said again. "The town just likes to spread rumors. I swear, Y/N, you are the only girl that I've been seeing lately. I'm not cheating on you. I would never do that to you. I swear."

"Gator. . ."

"I would never cheat on a woman. Especially a woman like you, Y/N. You're different than any girl I've been with. And to be honest, I haven't been with a lot of women. But you. . . You're different. Every time I wake up next to you, all I can think of is that I'm not good enough. You deserve a guy who's as incredible as you are. You're too good for me, Y/N. My biggest fear is losing you. I don't want you to wake up one morning and realize that you deserve better and you leave me to go find it."

Y/N grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the edge of the bed. She grabbed my face and pulled me to her. I smiled the second her lips touched mine. As our lips moved in sync, Y/N pulled me so I was hovering over her. I broke the kiss and pressed my forehead to hers.

"I love you, Y/N," I whispered. "And I'm really sorry that I didn't tell you sooner."

"It's okay," she whispered back to me. "At least you told me."

"I promise to always say it back."

"I love you, Gator," she giggled.

"I love you too, Y/N."

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[wontontrap]

【 Gator Tillman

【 18+++

【 graphic smut ahead | shameless pwp

【 mean!Gator, perv!Gator, misogynist!Gator

【 tw: rough smut, intimidation, gun play, degradation, name calling, unprotected sex, cream pie, public sex, spitting lite, spanking lite, abuse of power, misogyny if you squint

Your break had long ended as you found yourself behind the diner. Your chest was pressed against the brick of the building, top pulled down and sensitive nipples scraping against it. Gator had your jeans and panties around your knees, your hands cuffed and resting in the dip of your lower back. He forced your neck into an unnatural position, both hands covering your mouth as he bullied his cock into you from behind while in full uniform. The things he whispered to you made you weak and wanton.

"Nasty bitch," he growls, "lettin' me pound your shit raw."

You twist your wrists inside the cold metal.

"God, I wanna hear you cry," he whispers, hot breath on your neck.

He removes his hands and you press your cheek against the cold brick. He grips your hips never changing his pace. You let out a frantic gasp, punctuating it with a broken sob that bleeds into a lustful moan.

"You want my cum in you? Whore."

"Please Gator," you whine.

"You sure? Ain't nobody else gonna want this rancid alley pussy after Gator's been in it."

He laughs.

"Please, please, please," you repeat like a prayer.

The door to the kitchen opens and you hear your name shouted. Gator doesn't stop his thrusts.

"What in the fuck are you doing?"

You hear a booming voice. Some new manager whose name you'd neglected to learn steps to you both.

Gator pulls his gun from his thigh holster, pointing it square at the man's forehead. He stills, staying inside you, a gentle hand on the back of your neck. It feels protective and you silently swoon.

"I think I'm minding my own goddamn business," he says in a commanding officer's tone.

"She's got tables," the man replies, unfazed by the gun.

Gator chambers a round and the sound makes you flutter around him. He stands his ground though you feel him twitch inside you. The man puts his hands up.

"Alright, alright," he says, quickly retreating back inside.

Gator laughs as he leans into you. You don't hear him holster the gun again. You feel the cold metal caress your cheek and you shiver.

"Somethin' wrong with you," he remarks, tapping your cheek with the barrel. He ghosts the tip of the gun across your face, dragging your bottom lip down with it, "might keep you."

You hear him holster it and start to squirm, wishing he'd move again.

"Greedy cunt," he snaps, smacking the swell of your ass hard.

He pulls out and you writhe around once more. He steps on your bottoms, forcing them the rest of the way down. He pulls you by the cuffs and you fall to your knees in front of him, legs weak.

"You need taught a few things," he says, shoving your face onto the cold ground.

You raise your ass for him and you hear him chuckle. He crouches down behind you with one knee on the ground, grabbing your hips and violently thrusting into you. He impales you on his thick shaft until you're creaming on it, babbling and drooling onto the pavement. Not long after, he cums hard inside of you just like you wanted. He pulls out of you without care, letting you fall to your side. You're grinning wide and giggling softly. He can't help but smile back as he crouches down again to grab you by your poor excuse for a top, tits still spilling free.

"Open," he orders.

You oblige and he spits into your mouth.

"Trash," he sneers, dropping you.

He rolls you over and removes his cuffs, hooking them nicely back onto his belt. You lie there ruined and exposed.

"You heard the man," he says, "get back to work."

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[say-al0e]

Something In Your Mouth

Rating: M | This is smut! No one under 18! Minors, DNI!

Summary: You've had a bad week and Gator's tired of the attitude. He thinks you'll feel better with something in your mouth. Warnings: A few degrading names, Gator's kind of a dick (not really but, sorta), rough oral (m receiving), and if there's anything else, let me know and I'll tag it. Pairing: Gator Tillman x fem!Reader Word Count: 3k (why am I like this? the world may never know)

The thud of Gator’s boots against hardwood floor echoed through the house as he navigated the familiar floor plan. Though your shoulders relaxed at his appearance, body no longer wound as tight as it’d felt all day now that he was home, you kept your place at the sink.

From the corner of your eye, with hands buried in lukewarm water, you watched as he shucked his vest and jacket - leaving both hanging over the back of a kitchen chair and serving as a reminder to ask him about tacking up coat hooks in the hallway when he had another day off - before his belt and thigh holster followed. You knew they’d all be dutifully moved into their rightful places later, but you still rolled your eyes at his habit of leaving pieces of his uniform scattered about the house.

As you continued clearing up the dishes, gaze pointedly on your work rather than your fiancé, you ruminated on the week you’d had. Nothing of note had gone wrong, nothing had been particularly taxing, but everything felt overwhelming. Things were average, normal, fine. But you’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed days ago and had been in a sour mood all week and it seemed that your mood had finally rubbed off on Gator as he huffed with each step he took.

Another roll of your eyes as he opened the fridge and rummaged through the produce and containers of leftovers to, no doubt, find the beer that had been shoved to the back but you said nothing. Even as you finished the last of the dishes and washed your hands, deliberately taking your time, you remained quiet and waited for him to break the stalemate.

Gator took a few more steps, shuffled around a bit more, before you heard him settle onto the couch. The crack of the can opening, a sip of beer, before he huffed an annoyed breath. “C’mere,” he demanded, voice even in the quiet of your home, “and get on your knees.”

There were a thousand words you’d been expecting to hear, a thousand snarky remarks you’d been waiting to sneer at, but the calm demand wasn’t one. With narrowed eyes and furrowed brows, you turned to face him. There was a moment of silence, filled only with the quiet drip of water running off drying dishes, before you folded your arms over your chest and lifted your chin in an act of defiance. “What?”

The order was clear, one you’d heard a hundred times before in similar situations, but the mood you’d been in for nearly a week made you want to roll your eyes at something that would normally set your skin ablaze. Gator’s own eyes narrowed at your question, brown darkening with an annoyance only magnified by the attitude you’d had all week, as he took another sip.

“On your fucking knees,” he repeated, enunciating each word clearly as his gaze traveled down your body and came to a stop at your chest. The thin, threadbare t-shirt you wore now felt impossibly revealing - left you feeling more naked than if you were standing bare before him - but you resisted the urge to lift your hands and cover yourself as he inhaled sharply through his nose. “Now.”

It was slow, deliberate, but uttered so forcefully that he left you little room for argument. Still, his gaze left you pinned to the floor. There was something impossibly heavy in the look he gave you, something that seared you to the bone and rendered you thoughtless - unable to remember exactly what you’d felt before feeling the weight of his full attention on you.

Though you were tempted to huff, to argue and demand that he make you, you were in no mood to fight with him. The sweep of his eyes over your frame had your skin prickling, feverish despite the snow falling outside, and dissolved any remaining fight. That anger, that warmth, was replaced with a desire so heady it nearly stole your breath as you crossed the room in a few short steps and dropped to your knees in front of him.

As you settled before him and glanced up at him from beneath your lashes, Gator took another sip from his beer. Those dark eyes never left your kneeling form, daring you to move - to disobey - as he wiped at his mouth with his hand.

Another moment of his intense regard, brows pinched and mouth set in a thin line. “You’ve had an attitude all fucking week,” he began, voice low as he tipped his head to get a better look at you. “I’ve tried to be patient and wait it out, but I’m tired of walking on eggshells in my own goddamn house. So, here’s what we’re gonna do.”

Gator sat back then, pressed himself comfortably into the plush of the couch, and spread his legs wide. As he reached for his beer, body stretching and biceps flexing, you weren’t quite sure where to look. There was the expanse of skin exposed by the white undershirt - the smooth column of his throat, the sliver of his chest, the strong curve of his biceps - or the camouflage fabric covering his thighs; it was all too much, more overwhelming than the unnamed emotions you’d been grappling with all week, so you settled for his face and watched as he scowled.

“I’m gonna drink my beer, and you’re gonna put that smartass mouth to good use.” Another sip of his beer then, and your eyes fell to his throat, watching as his Adam’s apple bobbed. “And when you’re done swallowing my come,” he continued, eyes flashing with blaze of fire when you inhaled sharply, “you’re gonna thank me for letting you. Then, if I’m feeling generous, I might fuck you later.”

An argument lingered on the tip of your tongue - a whine of, “That’s not fair,” or a withering, “Suck it yourself, asshole,” - but Gator was quick to quiet you before you could so much as open your mouth.

Cold fingers, damp with condensation from the can, fell to your jaw as he leaned forward to meet your narrowed gaze. “It’s in your best interest not to talk back,” he advised, warm breath fanning over your face as he pressed his fingers into your skin. “If I have to punish you tonight, I’m not going to be very nice.”

The threat was hollow - Gator would never hurt you, would never cause you any discomfort that you didn’t ask for - but it still sent a shiver down your spine. Your breathing had grown shallow, ragged in your own ears as heat bloomed in the pit of your stomach, and he knew that you were in the palm of his hand.

This was something that you both needed. Gator needed to be given control, some semblance of power in an otherwise powerless existence; you needed to step outside of yourself, to be given permission to stop thinking, if only for a second, and give in to your deepest desires. It was something you both loved, a dynamic that worked well, because you were equal in every way. You split the bills and the housework - though you did most of the cooking because despite Gator’s very earnest, very best efforts to learn, he still had miles to go - and, on days he felt overwhelmed with work or feelings he couldn’t quite name, Gator was happy to let you put him in his place.

But this was a game that you both loved. And while you weren’t thrilled about the discomfort you’d felt all week, you were thrilled with Gator’s solution.

Arousal, sticky and warm, flooded your veins as he released your jaw and tossed his arm over the back of the couch. He pointedly glanced at you, then his camouflage covered bulge, before he raised an eyebrow. “My cock’s not gonna suck itself, sweetheart.”

Immediately, you missed the weight of his hand on your skin but bit your tongue as you reached out to unbutton and unzip his work pants. There was little whining about his lack of touch or how desperate you were to feel him would do, not when you’d been prickly all week - not when you’d huffed at his efforts to comfort you with physical touch for days on end - so you did as you were told.

Gator watched intently, dark eyes tracking your every movement, as you tugged at the stiff material. When you were met with the absence of the black band of his briefs, you cast him an unimpressed glance. In response, he simply lifted his hips just enough for you to free him from the confines of his pants.

Seeing him bare always left you with warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach. Slick gathered between your thighs, a slow ache that reminded you of just how long it had been since you’d felt his touch - a hell of your own making, you chided yourself - and your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you shuffled closer.

The sight of him never grew less impressive, never less achingly beautiful, and you worried a little about the power he held over you as your hands began to move. With one hand pressed to his thigh, you wrapped the other around the base of his cock - hard, warm, tip ruddy and glistening with a bead of precum - and leaned in to trace the vein running along the underside with your tongue.

A hiss escaped him as his fingers curled into the aluminum of the beer can producing a tinny crunch, before his free hand fell to your head. Thick fingers tangled in your hair, gripped firmly as he shifted his hips, and you knew that was the only warning you would get.

While he usually enjoyed the attention, got off on being the center of your universe - reveled in the time you spent doting on him, making him feel larger than life with every swipe of your fingers or tongue - this was not the moment to take your time. He wanted release, wanted to claim you in a way that had you both burning where you sat, and you gave it to him.

Gator’s fingers tightened in your hair as you took the tip between your lips, pausing only to swipe your tongue and lap at the precum weeping from it. A deep exhale drew your attention, had you lifting your eyes from the sliver of exposed skin to his face - dark eyes trained on your face, watching intently even as he sank into the cushions - and you did nothing to bite back the soft whimper the sight of him drew.

Usually gelled hair had begun falling, a combination of moisture from the snow and his own frustration, and your stomach clenched at the few strands that fell across his forehead. You wanted nothing more than to reach out, to brush your fingers over his heated skin, but you knew he wouldn’t respond kindly in that moment. So, you settled for the next best thing and allowed your fingers to grip the plush of his thigh as you lowered your head.

The taste of him, the weight of him on your tongue drew a soft groan from you - made it difficult for you to remember any of the unwieldy emotions you’d been grappling with all week, difficult to remember anything other than Gator - as you built a slow, steady rhythm.

Even with the annoyance he’d felt, the ease with which he’d demanded you make up for your attitude on your knees, he still allowed you a few moments to acclimate to his size before the grip on your hair tightened. Heavy fingers pressed into your scalp and began to guide your movements.

“That’s it,” he hummed, using his grip on your hair to roughly fuck into your mouth. A few shallow thrusts, not quite pressing you down entirely, before he lifted his hips and you found your nose buried in the dark hair around the base of his cock. The tip punched at the back of your throat, hitting deep enough to draw a whine from deep in your chest, and Gator tutted at the sound. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? Needed to be used like a good little cockslut, put in your fucking place.”

When your lashes fluttered, breath coming in short puffs from your nose as your tongue swirled around the warm velvet of his cock, Gator laughed. It was a harsh sound, though not unkind, that quickly morphed into a moan. “Jesus, look at that.” With a clatter, Gator set the can on the coffee table and brought his hand to your cheek. He thumbed at the errant tears leaking from your eyes and exhaled heavily. “Look pretty on your knees, my good little wife.”

The wedding was still weeks away but Gator had taken to calling you his wife the moment he slid the ring onto your finger. And as readily as he rolled with the equality in your relationship, the give and the take, there was something about the game - the moments of pretend, the moments where Gator could play the part of big, strong man while you settled on your knees before him - that you both reveled in.

Sticky arousal pooled between your thighs and a quick glance at his face told you that Gator knew just how desperate you were beginning to feel. He could see the shift of your thighs, the heave of your chest; could feel the desperate press of your fingers digging into his thighs, the eager bob of your head as you took everything he gave you. 

Despite the ache in your jaw, the stinging in your knees, you swallowed the salty slick dripping from the tip of his cock as your eyes lifted to meet his once more.

“Much better use of that pretty mouth,” he continued, rarely able to remain quiet for long when you were settled between his thighs. “Hard to be a bitch when your mouth’s full.”

When you cut your eyes at him in warning - despite the throbbing in your untouched clit, the ache you felt as you waited eagerly for your turn to receive his undivided attention, he was toeing the line of too much - he reached for your free hand and squeezed it in apology. He was close, teetering on the edge of release after a week of lost attention, and you forgave him with a swallow around his cock.

The groan you received in return shot straight to your core, had you shifting your thighs and clenching around nothing. His grip grew harsher, fingers trapped tight in your locks as he set a brutal pace, and you sank into him fully as he chased his high.

A few more moments of the tip of his cock punching the back of your throat, his fingers pressed to your scalp, the depth of his voice as he loudly proclaimed his pleasure. Gator was all that existed, all encompassing and dissolving the tension of a sour week, and you found yourself moaning with him when he came with a groan.

Just as he’d ordered, you swallowed the bitter warmth of his spend. And when you were done, when he released his grip on your hair and allowed you to pull away, you opened your mouth and displayed your compliance. Gator hummed, pleased, and waited with an expectantly raised brow.

“Thank you for letting me swallow your come, sir.” It was a rasp, voice spent and throat ticklish, but it was exactly what he’d wanted. You could see the flash in his eyes - the confirmation that he would rather walk across glass barefoot than deny himself the pleasure of being buried between your thighs - as you fluttered your lashes at him.

With a hum, he reached out for you. He hauled you up easily, tugged you onto the couch to join him, and cupped your cheek in his hand. Warm fingers pressed into your skin and you were unsurprised by the eager press of his mouth to yours.

Gator tasted of mint and cheep beer - the Zyns an upgrade from the early days when you were met with the harsh bite of his dip and the acidic sweetness of Mt. Dew - but you melted into him just the same. His thumb brushed at the few errant tears tracking down your cheeks, wiped them away in the softest motion, and your heart clenched as you gently squeezed his wrist.

“‘M sorry for being so bitch all week,” you mumbled, eyes cast down to avoid his soft gaze as you stroked at the warm skin of his wrist. “Dunno what was wrong. Just off, I guess. Shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

A soft hum of acknowledgement escaped him, an understanding as he also found himself struggling to make sense of powerful emotions on occasion, as he leaned in for another eager kiss - an acceptance, forgiving. “You feeling any better?”

The question was muffled by your lips, warm breath fanning over your skin and needling at the already rubbed raw nerves, but you appreciated it just the same. “Mm.” You were - not wholly yourself yet but better, on the mend - but there was always a way to feel better. “You could always fuck the attitude out of me, just to be sure,” you offered, lips curving at the corners as you finally met his eyes.

“Brat.”

There was no bite, no malice in the word. It was soft, fond, and you could see the curve of his mouth as he fought a bright smile. The eyes that had been so dark all night had grown warm, honey brown and so sweet as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your mouth. The stubble that lined his jaw prickled your skin but it grounded you, kept you wholly in the moment, and you were grateful for it as his words cut through the haze.

“Want you naked on the bed when I get in there.” It was whispered against your lips, quiet but ringing in your ears as you felt your heart thunder in your chest. “We’ll get rid of whatever attitude’s left.”

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Author's Note: Fuck if I know, man. I just write what the inspiration tells me to write. I guess let me know if you want to be tagged if I write more for the garbage man.

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[ssweetleaf]

Gator's the kind of pervy who would take your used panties all the time, whether you know or not

YOU GET IT, ANON!!

SMUT 18+ below

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Gator’s hands ruched up the delicate material, his callused hands a great contrast to your lacy panties— ones you had been wearing the other day, on one of the few little dates you had with him before throwing them in your washing hamper.

He’d taken you home after one particular drive-in date, walked you to your door like a gentleman, and you thought absolutely nothing of it when he asked you if he could quickly use your bathroom— a trusty toothpick lazily resting between his teeth, something that never failed to make you swoon.

You nodded and told him where your bathroom was and it was mere minutes before he came back, giving you a big smooch and a promise to call ya later.

Yeah. What a gentleman, you thought.

So, hours later, you hadn’t a clue what Gator was up to in the stuffy confines of his room, your used panties in his hand that he’d conveniently stole on his little trip to the washroom— his daddy sound asleep in the next room over and he willed to stifle his grunts and moans.

He brought your pretty panties to his nose, inhaling the sweet smell of your mound, nuzzling into the crotch of your panties, right where your pussy lips rested, a big hand wrapped around his swollen cock, pumping his fist up and down, up and down, squeezing the tip whenever he inhaled your scent.

“I know your game, baby,” he huffed, tilting his head back and sighing, just wishing it was your much smaller and softer hand instead of his own, “tryna act all innocent—shit!”

Little beads of pearlescent pre-cum dribbled from his slit, sliding along the cracks on his fingers and over his knuckles, messy and crude, he imagined you there with him, sucking him down your throat, no need for mess when you cleaned him up so nicely with your tongue.

“You’re a dirty girl really, I fuckin’ know it,” he used your panties to fold around his cock, using them like his personal flashlight, rutting his hips up into them fervently.

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[wroteclassicaly]

Gator vaping right after he eats you out, mouth still soaking wet with you.

“That’s fucking disgusting.” You’re swiping at the smoke cloud of acidic fruit, whilst simultaneously sliding your underwear back up your hips.

“What?” He’s responding, looking genuinely confused.

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[stevesxyellowxsweater]

The one hiding under your stairs

PAIRING: Gator Tillman x fem!reader WC: 3k CW: MINORS DON'T INTERACT!! Female masturbation, friends with benefits, use of sex toys, oral (m receiving), mask kink, brief mentions of daddy/mommy kink, praise kink, spanking, Gator needing to be a winner, cream pie, anal penetration, mentions of biting and marking skin. I think that is everything please let me know if I missed anything. SUMMARY: You and Gator have been hooking up for a while, but when he doesn't reply to your text one night you assume it's you and your toys tonight. Little do you know that he has a surprise for you. AUTHOR NOTES: This came into my head the other night, and I couldn't help myself. Thank you to those who supported and encouraged me to write this. Especially big thank you to @entermxnson for being amazing and reading all my stuff. Credit to @cafekitsune for the amazing divider.

You and Gator had been fuck buddies for about six months now. Neither of you had time for a real relationship, seeing as he was so much under his Daddy’s thumb and you were busy with work. It was a simple setup; when one of you if you had an itch. You'd text each other and then meet up at your place.

That was the usual setup. Today, however, Gator didn’t reply. 

You'd sat on the couch, time passing so slowly. Your desperation to be touched grew with each passing minute until you gave up. Gator wasn't coming. He had blown you out tonight. Shutting up downstairs, you checked the house over before going upstairs. Your sex toys were clearly going to be what cured your itch tonight.

Stripping off, you climbed onto the bed and pulled out the dildo and your clit stimulator and lay down on the bed. Though you'd never deny that you enjoyed your touch, something about getting off because of Gator was much more enjoyable. 

Lying on the bed, you picked up the dildo and began to rub it against your wet folds. Soft whimpers left your lips as you felt it against your already wet folds. Your free hand moved up to your breast and began to play with your nipple. It felt so good, but you couldn't help but feel sad that Gator hadn't come over tonight.

Moving the silicone penis against your hole, you pushed it inside, moaning gently. “Gator.” You whimpered gently. It wasn't as big as his cock, but still, it filled you up nonetheless. Pumping it slowly, you reached for the clit stimulator and turned it on before bringing it down to your clit.

Moaning, you closed your eyes. Pumping gently with the vibrator and rubbing against your clit with the smaller one. Gentle mews left your lips as waves of pleasure rushed through your body. 

“Mmm, Gator.”

“Yes?”

Your eyes shot open to see Gator standing at the end of your bed; your heart pounded hard as you looked at him. He was near enough in complete darkness if it wasn't for shafts of light trickling through the curtains to illuminate his face. But it wasn't his face. It was a large white skeleton mask. Jack Skeleton. 

Biting your lip, you gazed at him nervously but excited. You began to stop pleasuring yourself and focused on him as he took off his jacket and threw it on the chair in the corner.

“I don't remember telling you to stop.”

A whimper fell from your lips as you returned to pleasuring yourself as you watched him removing each item of clothing other than the mask. 

“Not removing it?” 

“No, tonight I’m the Pumpkin King tonight.” 

Biting your lip, you nodded your head gently as he pulled his pants off and threw them across the room. Your eyes raked down his perfectly crafted body. You’d desired him all day, and to have him here now made you incredibly excited. 

The bed dipped as he moved onto the bed; his hand took hold of the small toy for your clit and dropped it off the bed.

“We won’t be needing that.” 

Gator husked as he thrust the dildo harder into you, causing you to moan loudly. You could see the lust in his eyes as he watched you. There was something about how his eyes watched you, about how his big hands touched your skin. He set your skin on fire. Each touch left heat running up your body from where he put his hands.

He climbed up your body, his hands trailing as he moved up to be sitting on your chest. You gazed up at him, his giant cock in your face. Leaning up, you licked along the thick throbbing vein, causing him to moan. 

“Good girl.” He whispered as he took your hand and used it to hold the vibrator inside of you while his fingers moved to your clit. Moaning as he began to rub your clit, you lifted your head and moved your tongue to lick the precum from the tip of his shaft. 

“That's it, baby.” He whispered as you began to take him in your mouth. His free hand moved to grip the headboard as he rubbed circles on the little nub between your legs, waves of pleasure from his touch and desire from having him in your mouth washed over you. 

Muffled moans left your lips as he began to thrust into your mouth. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He uttered as he moaned, feeling the back of your throat. “Are you going to take me all in?” He asked as he looked down at you, his head tilting to the left. 

Staring up at him, you couldn't help but think about how sexy he looked in that mask. Nodding softly, you felt him push further into your mouth. You were careful not to gag, holding back as he thrust down your throat.

“That's it, take me your pretty little mouth.” He moaned as he thrust in and out. His eyes focused on you, and you could tell he was smirking. The mask was taking away some of the enjoyment, but he did look very good with it on. His fingers moved from your clit, causing you to whine. “Shhh, rub.” He ordered with a stern tone as he took hold of the dildo. Whimpering gently, you nodded and began to rub your clit as he began to thrust the dildo in and out. Any other guy you would’ve been surprised if he could reach, but not Gator and his long arms and big hands. 

As you continued to suck his cock, you could feel yourself starting to come undone below him. It was like someone was tightening an elastic band in your stomach, stretching it till it was ready to snap. Pulling your head back, you looked at him as you removed his cock from your mouth. “I need, I need to cum.” You whispered, his eyes shifting from his job to you. 

Gator smirked as he looked down at you. Well, you assumed it was a smirk behind that mask. “Do you now, darling?” He asked as he moved his hand to touch your cheek. His fingers ran down your jaw as he watched you. “You better cum then, this is the only time I’m going to allow you to easily.” 

You began to rub your clit harder, desperate for your orgasm to hit you. You knew Gator, and you knew how long he could hold back an orgasm if he felt particularly like teasing you. It was one of those rare moments where Gator felt generous. You’d take it. 

“Time is running out.” He uttered as he moved his hand from your cheek to rub his shaft a little. “One of two things will be happening right now, either I’m coming on your face, or you’re going to cum,” You were close. You needed this release before you carried on. Why did he have to tease you so much? 

“I’m close, so close.” Gator watched you as he thrust the dildo deep inside of you. “Come on then, for me.” He told you before he pushed it hard in once again. Gasping, you felt him hitting the right spot. The elastic band inside you snapped. “Shit, G-gator!” You stammered out as you tried to continue to rub your clit as he thrust the dildo inside of you. “Good girl.” He husked, his eyes fixated on the face you made as you orgasmed. 

His thumb moved up into your mouth while you came undone under him. He couldn’t stop smirking, enjoying how you unravelled under him. “That’s it, good girl.” He whispered, causing your body to shiver as he praised you. You’d never really been into praise until Gator. How he would tell you that you were good at doing things always made you melt. 

Your body shook as you came down from your high. Gator moved down your body and removed the dildo from your wet cunt. Turning it off, he threw it on the ground and looked at you. “Mine.” He whispered as he pulled off his mask and leaned down to capture your lips. 

Wrapping your arms around him, you kissed him back with a certain kind of hunger. He tasted of that awful vape he was constantly sucking on. Strawberry kiwi or whatever this week's flavour was. His tongue found its way into your mouth. A battle for dominance began inside your mouth, and you would let him win, as you always did. But at this moment, you just wanted to put up a fight. 

Pulling from the kiss, he moved his lips down to your neck. You knew what was coming. He did this every time you ended up in bed together. Gator would bite down on your neck, leave a mark to make it clear that you were his, even if you weren’t a couple. Gator liked to make men aware that you’d been with him. 

He bit into you like you were an apple. A moan fell from your lips as you felt his teeth sinking into your flesh. “Gator.” You whimpered, closing your eyes for a moment as you felt Gator suck and make sure that his teeth were nice and deep enough to leave a bruising mark. “Thank you.” You murmured as he pulled back and looked down at you. There was always a sense of pride when he did that. You have learnt to enjoy it. 

He smirked, as he pulled back a little to look down at you. These moments always make you feel like Little Red Riding Hood being looked at by the hungry big bad wolf. He was the big bad wolf, and you didn't mind when he huffed and puffed and ate you all up.

His hand moved down between you as he lined his cock up with your entrance. With one crack of his hips he was inside you. The pair of you moaned in unison, him enjoying the way your walls hugged him tightly and you enjoying the way you felt so full when he was inside you.

“That's it, fuck yes.” He uttered as he looked at you. “I'm a winner, what am I?” Looking at him, you smiled, your hand moving to his cheek. “You're a winner.” You assured him and he nodded. “That's right!” He exclaimed as he began to move at a fast rough pace. “What am I?” He said with a moan. “A winner!” You cried out loudly as he pushed deep inside you.

His hands moved to take hold of your wrists, pinning you in place below him as he gazed at you. You knew what he wanted, what he needed to hear right now it was always the same. The boy with the desperate need for approval needed to hear he was doing a good job.

“Good boy, you're doing so good, that's it Gator. You fill me up so good.” You assured him as he thrust deep into you, moans escaped from both of you. A desperate need to be closer together.

You fought against his hands, wanting to hold him and be as close as possible. But he wasn't going to let you, not right now. “Who do you belong to?” He asked as he thrust inside you particularly hard. “Gator!” He smirked and nodded. “That's right, you belong to me.”

Gator finally let go of your wrists, you could feel the bruising already starting as he pulled you up and pushed back inside you hardly stopping. Burying his head between your breasts, you let out a loud moan as you began to ride him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding yourself close to him as his hands rested on your hips. Your chin brushing against his gelled hair, that was more crunchy than wet. He was keeping control, he always did unless he was feeling a certain way and then he'd demand you take control and words like Mama would fall from his lips. But not today, Gator wanted to be in charge.

You whined as he bottomed out inside you and sucked a mark in the valley between your breasts. “Gator!” You uttered breathlessly. “What am I?” He asked between your breasts. “A winner.” You told him as you became increasingly drunk on his cock, you felt almost dizzy as he increased the rhythm. He always felt so good inside you, truly a pleasure to feel.

“That's right.” Your hands moved down his back, slowly at first tracing over his freckles. You hug each little more that you could reach. He was so beautiful, even if there were some ugly parts inside him. But he had been made perfectly. You loved the way moles and freckles decorated his lightly tanned skin, you loved how deep his eyes were when you gazed into them. You could lose yourself in them if you weren't careful.

Your fingers moved up his back, slowly leaving barely even a trace that you had touched there. Reaching below his shoulders, your nails slowly start to dig in. Needing to mark him, just once. This of course caused Gator to stop moving, your eyes met each other. A small smirk spread across your lips, just once you'd like to mark him.

Smack!

You moaned loudly as his large hand connected with your ass cheek, it stung and throbbed but it felt good to the point you wanted more. “Do it again!” You couldn't help but moan, Gator smirked a little, his hand connecting again.

Smack! 

“Thank you!” You whined happily, the sting giving you pleasure and pain. “No marking, you know that.” You couldn't help but pout. “But I got marked up all pretty, just once?” Gator shook his head then pressed his lips to yours to take away the pout. “Not this time.”

His fingers dug into your hips as he began to thrust hard into you again. The pair of you kissed hungrily, teeth smacking against each other and moans escaping into each other's mouths. You thought this was how it was going to end tonight, riding him to orgasm. 

But he had other plans.

In just a couple of moves you were on your front with his large cock thrusting hard into you. His thumb pushed into your small little asshole as he began to thrust harder into you, he must've been getting close as his other hand found your clit and began to rub it as he thrust hard into you.

“Gator!” You moaned loudly, feeling yourself close to coming undone just from the extra touches he was giving you right now. “You're going to be a good girl, you're going to cum for me again against you!” He uttered breathlessly as his thumb pushed deep into you as his cock did. “You take me so well, good girl!” 

You weren't going to last much longer, the way he made you feel so full and sent waves of pleasure through you as he thrust in hard hitting the right spot was causing you to draw close to the edge. 

“I'm a winner.” You heard Gator, he was close too. He did this a lot, chanted that he was a winner as he drew close to orgasm. It was almost like winning a race for him. His thrusts became almost animalistic as he drew closer, they were harder, faster and you were close to losing control.

“I'm a fucking winner!” He yelled out loudly as his cock twitched inside you and started to spurt out strings of cum. “Gator!” You cried out your orgasm catching up with his just a second later. “That's it, cum for me!” Gator moaned as he used your orgasm to milk his cock.

You moved together for a few more minutes, milking all his seed from his cock inside of you before he slowly removed his thumb, and then removed his cock from inside you. Reaching down, he used two fingers to gather his cum that was seeping out of you. Bringing it round to your mouth he pushed them in.

“Show me how much of a winner I am.” He told you as he watched you lick his fingers clean, a small moan leaving his lips as he watched. “That's my good girl.” He whispered before lying down on the bed to catch his breath. 

Lying beside him you knew this moment wouldn't last long, there would be no hugs and no more kisses. They were reserved for sex and sex only. Glancing over at him, you could see his face glistening. He was so handsome, maybe one day you'd get to be more than friends with benefits.

Sighing gently, you watched him get up and start to get dressed, neither of you said anything. You just lay there watching him as he put his layers of clothing back on. Picking up his mask, he placed it on your nightstand to remind you of tonight. “I'll see you soon.” You said gently hoping for once he'd kiss you goodbye.

It was like he read your mind, as he finished putting on his sheriff's vest, he leaned down, your lips close together. “A word of advice sweetheart, you might want to make your basement secure, anyone could just walk in.” He winked, before straightening up and heading out of the room.

“Gator? Wait, what do you-?” You scrambled up, slipping on your robe as you ran out after him. “Gator!” Rushing downstairs, he left through the front door before you could reach him. “Shit.” You mumbled gently. Reaching for the door handle, you stopped as you realized something.

“How did he get in?” Turning around you noticed the basement door under the stairs wide open. Slowly approaching, you went to shut it, as you heard the faint yell of your favorite deputy somewhere outside. “I'm a winner!”

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[aestheticaltcow]

Alone with the Baby

Gator's alone with the baby for the first time. CW: N/A

Gator woke up to soft cries from the baby monitor on his side table. He slowly sat up and pushed his hair back before looking at the clock: 4:45 AM, “Well, guess I’m awake.” he chuckled before exiting your shared bedroom and walking across the hall into the nursery you’d decorated with soft pastel colors and squiggly lines he hadn’t understood. “Good mornin’ princess.” Gator yawned as he picked up his daughter. She calmed down as he cradled her close to his chest. “Did you just want a cuddle?” he asked, “You really are your Mamá’s daughter, huh?” her bottom lip poked out as tears silently fell from her eyes. “Let’s get you changed and fed… you’re gonna have the best day.” 

“I gotta go, honey bee. I love you.” “Love you too. Have a good day at work, Gator.” he grinned at your words before hanging up the call and shoving his phone in his pocket. You being out of town sucked. Granted, he liked the extra time with your daughter, Vivi. It was always more fun when you were around. Roy came outside as Gator exited his truck and opened the back door to retrieve Vivi. “There’s my grandbaby,” Roy said coldly in a way only he could do. “Where’s that little wife of yours, Gator? Why is it that mine is taking care of Vivianna?” Roy smiled down at her. Gator was a disappointment, but Roy was happy to be a grandfather before he was senile. “She’s in Austin visiting her sister.” Gator answered before lifting the baby carrier out of his truck to take Vivi inside, “You sure about that kid?” he ignored Roy’s question as he hurried to get his daughter out of the cold.

“Thank you again, Karen.” Gator grinned as he handed Vivi off to her. She shook her head, “I told you, Gator, we’re family. I’m more than happy to watch this little angel.” Gator chuckled at her enthusiasm; since the twins started attending regular school, she’d become bored at home. “When’s she comin’ home?” Karen asked, bouncing Vivi on her hip. “Couple more days,” Gator answered before turning to Vivi. He squished her chubby cheek, making her squeal happily, showing off her toothy smile. “Be good, baby girl.”

Gator’s smile faded as he got into a cruiser with Roy.  He was in a bad mood, and Gator knew it was probably his fault. They drove in silence until Roy finally broke the silence to criticize you again, “So your wife keeps your balls in her handbag, right?” Gator looked up at the car's roof, not wanting to fight. “We couldn’t go to her sister’s wedding-” Roy’s scoff cut Gator off. “You provide for her, and she cares for the home and my grandbaby. How do you even know she’s in Austin?” Roy criticized as he pulled up to the sheriff’s station. Gator ignored the question and left the cruiser immediately to take a hit from his vape. He trusted you completely, but he’d be lying if he said his father’s words didn’t affect him. 

Roy continued his rant about your mothering abilities as the two walked inside the station; thankfully, Bowman cut off Roy before he could degrade you further. Gator slipped away and was able to avoid Roy for the majority of his shift. He couldn’t help but let Roy’s words bug him throughout the day. Gator trusted you. He knew you were in Austin with your sister; you’d sent him updates frequently, and he was happy you were enjoying your time away from him and Vivi. It’s only been a week, but it had been the longest you’d been away from her, and while you could conceal some of the mom guilt, Gator could tell you were upset. 

As Gator sent you a picture of Vivi from that morning, he tapped the call button in the upper corner of the screen, only for it to go immediately to voicemail. His eyebrows knit together. You never turned your phone off; maybe it had died. Gator sighed, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He tried to distract himself with paperwork, but it proved ineffective. 

“Hi, princess.” Gator cooed as he picked Vivi up from the crib Karen had dug out of the garage. He watched as she adjusted herself in his arms as he walked downstairs. The twins looked up at him before returning to setting the table, “Are you leaving?” Karen asked as she put a stack of plates on the table. Gator nodded. “Yeah.  The wife asked me to keep up with her bedtime routine.” Karen looked disappointed but nodded. “Are you dropping her off tomorrow?” Gator shook his head. “I’m off until Thursday, and then we’re pickin' her up on Friday morning.” Karen frowned but walked over to say bye to Vivi. While Gator just saw Karen as Roy’s wife, he did respect her love for his daughter and half-sisters. “Well, this little angel can visit me whenever she wants.” 

Gator sat on the couch that night, vape in one hand and his phone in the other. Football was on the TV, but he wasn’t paying attention. He was waiting for you to call him back. As the hours passed, with every tick of the clock- Roy’s words got louder. He was snapped out of his trance when he heard cries over the baby monitor. He rose and walked upstairs quickly, “What’s the matter, princess? Drop your paci?” he asked as he stepped into the nursery. Vivi’s cries filled the room; Gator scooped her up and rocked her, “Oh, you just need a diaper change… We’ll get ya cleaned up, baby girl.” he cooed as he looked into her big brown eyes filled with tears. 

“All better. I knew I could manage to take care of you, Vivi.” Gator laughed as he balanced her on his waist, “I know it’s not part of Mommy’s bedtime routine, but you’re gettin' extra cuddles, baby girl.” Vivi had her head on Gator’s shoulder, furiously sucking on her paci as he walked back to the living room. He sat on the couch and began explaining the football game to her. Vivi stared up at him, bored, which made him laugh. “Mommy makes the same face when I explain plays to her. Just wish she’d call me already…” 

The following day, Gator woke up on the couch. His back was already sore. He groaned as he opened his eyes. Vivi was still asleep on his chest, making him grin. He carefully sat up, trying not to disrupt her sleep, as he reached for his phone from the coffee table and saw five missed calls from you and a voicemail. “Oh shit…” he pressed the callback button. When you answered, he could tell you’d been crying, “Gator! I’msosorrymyphonediedwhilewewereoutyesterday-” Gator chuckled. “Baby, I can’t understand you when you’re like this.” he heard you take a deep breath. “Okay… I’m sorry I forgot to call you last night when I got back to Erica’s house.” Gator nodded. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You havin' fun?” “Yeah… I love Erica, but oh god’m ready to come home and be with you and Vivi again.” “You’ll see us on Friday, angel.” “I know… I just feel guilty.” Gator frowned and took a second before responding, “Hey. Don’t feel guilty, baby. I can handle our daughter.” “I know you can, but I just miss her.” 

That day and the next were a blur. Gator opted to spend his days off fixing up the house and cleaning up after himself. He didn’t want you to come home to a dirty house and think you could never leave him alone with the baby again. “Okay, Vivi. That’s how you fix a drippy sink. Mamá will be happy I finally did this, which means Daddy will also be happy-I’ll let Mamá explain that one…” he washed his hands before picking Vivi up from her ‘baby jail’ and walked out of the kitchen. Gator sat on the porch swing, holding Vivi’s waist as she stood on his lap, pointing at the sky as clouds rolled by. Her giggles were music to his ears, “What does that one look like, baby girl?”. Moments like this felt like magic to Gator, watching Vivi smile and listen to her giggles and snorts as she discovered the world- it was a feeling he couldn’t describe.

“Gator!” he couldn’t help but smile when you called out his name and ran up to Vivi and him. You smiled and quickly kissed him before snatching Vivi from his arms. Vivi squealed as you held her to your chest, “I missed you, princess.” you mumbled into her head as you felt a hand on your lower back, “Let’s get you home, Mamá.”

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[cozymaples]

gator who fucks into you from behind, deep and slow with his arm wrapped around your waist. gator who insists that his shift that starts in an hour isn’t as important as hearing you cum for him. gator who’s fingers rub against your clit at a rapid pace, contrasting with his thrusts, just the way you like it. gator who’s getting a high off of you chasing your own, all caused by him.

“good girl,” he coos, pressing kisses against your neck as you twitch beneath him, gasping and panting as you come for him. “fuck-!” you whine, clutching desperately at his arm-the sheets-anything to ground you. he holds you steady, praising you through your orgasm. “uh-huh, there she is. so fuckin’ good, sweetheart.” you pant, exasperated, finally rolling on your back to look at him. lovestruck and fucked out, you can’t help the grin that spreads across your features. “sun hasn’t even risen yet, cowboy.” you tease. “surely you’re not complainin’,” he notes, raising his brows. you shake your head. “never.”

“good.” he says, knowingly. he grins, standing up to start getting ready for his day. “feel bad about wakin’ you all the time,” he says, “gotta fuck my girl back to sleep.”

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[megxplryxb]

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader Minors DNI 18+ Warnings: Flirting, Mentions of smut but no actual smut

Summary: Your best friend Robin wants you to come work at Scoops Ahoy with her but when she realises you’re totally hot for her cute coworker, she quickly changes her mind about the whole thing.

“So, have you thought any more about applying for the position here?” Robin asks excitedly, handing you your plain vanilla ice cream with sprinkles as you sit on the counter to keep her company during the final hour before closing.

She’d been trying to get you to quit your job at the arcade ever since Scoops Ahoy put an advert in the local paper looking for another member to add to the team.

“As fun as I’m sure it would be to work with my best friend, I don’t think I can.” You frown as her brows knit together.

“What, why not? We’d have such a blast!” She says, trying her best to convince you.

“I know we would Rob, but I just don’t think it’d be the best idea.” You shrug, licking your ice cream, moving your eyes from your friend to her extremely cute coworker who was sitting at a table, conversing with a group of kids.

She scanned your face for a moment wondering what it was that would stop you from wanting to work with her but then she noticed you biting the corner of your lip and the small blush that was slowly creeping onto your cheeks.

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me. Dingus? You like DINGUS?” She shouts loudly as you shush her, placing a hand over her mouth as Steve and the kids look up to see what all the commotion was about.

“Jeez Robs, say it louder why don’t you?” You giggle as she shakes her head.

“I’m sorry, I just… it’s Steve you know? I mean, does the sailor outfit really do it for you?” She winces, not really wanting to know your answer but you reply anyway.

“It’s not necessarily the uniform per se, it’s what’s underneath the uniform that I’m interested in. But now that you mention it, his ass does look pretty good in those shorts.” You smirk, taking another lick of vanilla.

“Please stop.” She gags as you let your head fall back, laughing again.

“What are you two ladies talking about?” Steve questions, brows raised suspiciously as he walks toward the counter again, taking extra note of the bold grin spread across your face.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing!” Robin quickly answers, shooting you a warning glare.

Steve tries to ask you what was going on, seeing the way his friend was looking at you but his thoughts get lost as he watches your tongue swirl around the melting ice cream. He swallows hard, eyes dropping to your low cut T-shirt when he sees a drop of ice cream running down your cleavage.

“Um, you got a little...” He points, his Adams apple bobbing as your finger catches the droplet before it disappeared between your pushed up breasts.

“Oh, thanks Steve.” You smile sweetly before placing the tip of your finger between your lips to suck it clean, hypnotising the boy standing in front of you. Instantly, he’d removed his Scoops Ahoy hat, placing it over the front of his shorts, hoping neither of you noticed the slight predicament he was about to be in.

“Uh, ye-yeah, sure, no problem.” He breathes, walking into the back room as Robin rolls her eyes at you both.

“Fifty bucks says he’s gone to jerk off in the bathroom after that little display.” Robin scrunches her nose as you turn to look at her.

“Maybe I should go help him out?” You suggest, waiting for her reaction.

“Please tell me you’re kidding?” She says, placing her head on the counter.”

“Of course I am.” You chuckle, rolling your eyes as you finish off your ice cream. “Honestly though, I’d never get anything done working with him. He’s so fucking hot.” You gush as Robin covers her ears.

“I’m not listening! Lalalalalala.”

“You’re such a child!” You giggle, playfully nudging her.

“Oh I’m sorry that I don’t want to listen to my best friend talk about fucking Steve Harrington’s brains out!” Robin exclaims, shaking her head again.

“So what? You talk about wanting to mess around with Tammy Thompson all the time!” You argued quietly knowing Robin hadn’t told anyone but you that she was into girls.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to work with Tammy!” She fought back but before you could respond, Steve was back behind the counter again.

“Hey Rob, don’t you have to return that sweater to the Gap store for your Mom?” You asked, smiling deviously at her.

“Oh yeah, I do. I’ll do it when we’re leaving.” She replied, glaring at you.

“But it’s Friday Rob, they close thirty minutes earlier than us.” Steve chimed in.

“Shit, yeah I totally forgot that. You wanna come with me?” Robin asked, eyes widening as you shook your head.

“No it’s ok, I’ll just keep Steve company.” You grinned, licking your lips at the boy as she gritted her teeth at you.

“I think he’ll be ok by himself for a couple of minutes, right ding—“

“So, you thinking of applying for the job here?” Steve asks, rubbing the back of his neck as Robin sighs heavily, grabbing the sweater and walking away unbeknownst to either of you, muttering at you both to use protection as she left the store.

“Oh, I don’t think so. I mean, I know Robin really wants me to but I’m just not so sure.” You reply as he moves from behind the counter to walk closer towards you.

“That’s too bad, I think you would have been a great fit here.” He smiles as you tilt your head.

“Oh really? Why’s that?” You ask as he licks his lips before speaking.

“Well, I mean you’ve already got an advantage being friends with the two best ice cream slingers in Indiana for one, so training will be a total breeze. Plus, you’ve already got a shit load of experience with hyperactive children working at the arcade and well, something tells me you’d look pretty cute in the uniform too.” Steve flirts as you playfully nudge him.

“I don’t think I’d pull it off as good as you do, Steve.” You reply as he lets out a small laugh.

“Yeah, my ass does look pretty good in these shorts, right?” He challenges as your eyes widen, trying to hold back a smile.

“You totally heard.”

“I totally did.” He grins, moving closer again as you shrug your shoulders. “Well, I stand by my observation, you do have a great ass.”

“Thanks, honey.” He says, gazing at you with a look that sends a lightening bolt straight to your core. “So, there’s no way I could convince you to join the team, huh?”

“What’d you have in mind, Harrington?” You ask as he steps in between your legs, closing the space between you.

“Well sweetheart, I’m a pro at oral persuasion. I’m pretty sure I could get you to come aboard.” He whispers, hovering over your lips and you desperately want him to kiss you.

“Are you freaking kidding me? I leave you alone for ten minutes and you’re practically screwing on the counter!” Robin yells as you quickly pull away from each other.

“Jesus Robin, we were not screwing!” Steve defends as she shoots you both a look of distain.

“You would have been if I hadn’t walked in on you. Shame on you, this is a family friendly business!” She teases as you roll your eyes. “Relax Buckley, the place is empty.”

“Well I’m not losing my job because dingus can’t keep his dick in his pants around pretty girls! In fact, we’re leaving right now because you two can’t be trusted with each other!”

“Hey, wait a minute, we haven’t even cleaned up yet Robin!” Steve argues as his colleague brushes past him and into the back room to grab her stuff.

“You should have thought about that before you tried to get into my friend’s pants. Later dingus!” She waves, grabbing your hand as you wink at Steve, blowing him a teasing kiss.

“Shit.” He sighs, putting a hand through his hair as he walked behind the counter again. It was only then that he noticed the small sticky note with your name and number on it, a little love heart drawn after the message: Call me x

Steve smiled at the note, placing it in his pocket for safe keeping as he made his way into the back room. He walked over to Robin’s data board, finally drawing a line under the You Rule section before heading back out to quickly clean and close up, because he couldn’t wait to call you when he got home.

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[spookysteddie]

Tillmans Girl

18+ Minors DNI

cw: stripper reader, drinking, drug mention, murder mention, oral (m receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, pet names, slight choking, hair pulling, exhibitionism, biting. (Let me know if I missed anything)

wc: 3.9k

A/n: this is based off of the song Gibson Girl by Ethel Cain (pre warned about this here) and I need to make it very clear that this is LOOSELY based off of the song. It’s more about how I feel while listening to it and how I fit the reader and Gator into this. I also let Gator have some friends because he needs them for the story purpose. I love the concept I came up with and I hope you do too! 

A/N 2: friendly reminder this is fiction and half the shit in here wouldn't happen IRL. ❤️

… 

He was here again. 

Sitting in his usual spot, surrounded by his friends and drinking shit beer. And he’s watching you, like he always does. Like he has since he first came in here a little over a year ago, dressed in his sheriff's uniform to investigate a murder. 

And now, he’s here every Saturday, just watching. He isn’t the first guy to come to this club for you. He isn’t even the tenth. But he doesn’t speak to you like the others do, not more than he needs to and typically you’re the one to instigate the conversation. 

Gator Tillman has a pull to him, like he’s the sun and you're a planet in his orbit. You don’t know why he makes you feel the way he does, like you need to touch him. Every time you meet his eyes, he’s already looking back at you. It is unnerving but yet you look forward to Saturday nights. Look forward to the attention (and money) he gives you. 

Even an hour outside his home town everyone knows who he is, of course they do, half their parents voted for his father. Plus, you’ve all heard the stories about the Tillmans. You knew what you were dealing with when he came in. The other girls are afraid of him, though. They’re sure to make his and his friends drinks correctly and letting them all break a few rules, like touching the dancers. But not you. Gator Tillman didn’t scare you like he should, mainly intrigued you. It’s been a year of this cat and mouse game. You the cat, him the mouse, toying with him in the hopes he’ll ask for more time with you. 

His friends do get dances, most of them picking a new girl every week and tipping them well. But not Gator. The girls have tried to get him to buy dances from them, but he always brushes them off. All while staring at you. You’d never offered, again letting him come to you. But you also didn’t do private dances. You made most of your money on the stage, not really feeling like killing someone if they got handsy with you. 

Tonight though, was different. 

You could feel it in the air the second you saw him. The charge was there as usual, but when you handed him a drink after your stage time, he spoke to you. 

His voice was like silk as he spoke, pushing his dark sunglasses onto the back of his hat. It was night time so he kind of looked like a douchebag with them on. He didn’t care. He was a Tillman, just as cold blooded as his father, if not more. Obsessed with his power and the way people fell at his feet, gave him whatever he wanted. 

But not you. 

Never you. 

“You look very nice in red, sweetheart.” It takes you by surprise but you do well to not show it, a practiced mask. Never has he spoken to you for more than a drink order. 

You did, however, look nice in red. But it was rare you wore it because you didn’t need to give the men more reasons to want to touch you. You made plenty of money in any other color. Red, also was the color of the invisible blood that stains your fingers. The blood you can’t get off no matter how hard you try.

You put on your prettiest smile, “that’s very sweet of you.” 

A small smile tugs at his lips. He’s fucking beautiful and it’s painful to look at him, actually. 

“You do dances?” The question takes you by surprise because, like you said, he doesn’t get dances from the girls. He just drinks and tips very well. 

You cover it well, “only for you.” 

It’s not a lie. You would do dances just for him, any reason to get him closer. To get him alone. 

He nods, “how much?”

You smirk, “$350.” That was way more than the other girls charge. It’s North Dakota, it’s rare the men here can afford that. 

But he can. 

“Deal.” You watch as he pulls the money from his pocket, counting it out and handing it to you. 

You count it again just to be sure, slipping it in your top, “follow me, pretty boy.” 

He takes his drink and downs it before getting up and following you. He walks with confidence but you know better. He’s nervous, you can see it in the slight tremor of his hand. You decide you’ll let him break the rules, but not because he’s Roy Tillmans son. 

No, it’s because you have wondered for months what his hands feel like on your skin. You’ve also wondered what it would be like to get him in your bed; what he sounds like when he fucks. You know he’s more than experienced considering people like to talk. But you want to see it for yourself. You need to experience it for yourself. 

You take him to one of the private rooms, the red room considering he likes you in red. He sits down tentatively, running his hands down his jeans. He’s so hot when he’s nervous. It makes you smile as you shut and lock the door. 

The music is a little quieter in here, the small knob on the wall allowing you to turn it higher or lower. Some of the girls don’t like these rooms, scared they’ll get hurt by the men they bring in here. It’s understandable, most opting to give them in the room where extra security is.

But Gator would never hurt you. 

“Surprised you asked for this, pretty boy.” 

He takes a deep breath and leans back, “like I said, look nice in red.” 

You slowly walk over, standing between his spread legs, “too kind to me, Tillman.” 

He balls his fists as he tries to respect the law of not touching strippers. But Gator was the law, he could do whatever he wanted. His father would get him out of any shit he gets himself into. Either way, you’d let him touch you in any way he wants. 

You bend at the waist, running your hands up his thighs. His breath hitches a little and it makes your stomach flip with satisfaction. He’s affected by you, you’ve known this for a while. But the verbal confirmation makes your head spin. 

Your hands slide over his stomach and onto his shoulders, pushing off his black leather jacket. “Let’s take this off and get comfortable, yeah?” He lets you take it off and toss it to the side. His black shirt grips his body perfectly, showing off his muscular build. 

You stand back up to your full height, turning the music up just slightly, enough for you to hear him if he decides to speak to you. And then you go back to him, dipping low and letting him run his eyes all over you. For once it makes you feel sexy. Maybe it’s because Gator isn’t an animal. He’s respectful. Or, well, as respectful as one can be in a place like this. 

You look up at him through long lashes as you straddle his hips, being careful not to let your centers touch. You don’t want to force anything on him, scare him away. But you do run your hands up his arms, putting his hands on your hips. 

“Can touch me. You’re the exception to that rule,” you giggle and wink at him. 

You can see his confidence starting to rise. Typical man who just wants to feel special. Gator, though, deserves to feel special. You didn’t grow up with him, between living one town over and your parents opting to send you to private school. But people talk. You know about the shit his dad does, how he uses religion and intimidation to keep his son in line. It was sick. 

He grips your hips, guiding you down to grind against him. He’s hard, of course he’s hard, all of them are. They can try all they want but their cocks have a mind of their own. You can tell he’s worried about it, about how you’ll feel. You don’t care. You never care. In fact, the friction on his hard cock on your clit feels… nice. 

“Why am I the exception?” 

You grin down at him, hands by his head on the couch, “use your big boy brain and think about it.” 

He laughs a little, “cause you’re afraid of me?” 

That makes you throw your head back and laugh hard, “oh, pretty boy, neither you or your daddy scare me. In fact, I’d be more than happy if you put me in cuffs.” 

He’s taken by surprise at your admission, shuddering a little, “should be ‘fraid of me.” 

You stand, turning the lights a little lower, “it’s you who should be afraid of me.” 

You can still see him, even in the dim, red lights. Fuck he was so beautiful. You start back your dance, his eyes still looking over your body. 

“I ain’t afraid of anything, angel.” 

You know that’s a lie. He’s terrified of his daddy, and everyone is afraid of death. But you brush it off, getting so close to him you could kiss him if you wanted. And you do, but you won’t let him know that. Not yet. 

“You, Gator Tillman, are the exception because everyone here thinks you’re so pretty.” 

He raises a brow, “pretty? Not the word that should be used f’me.” 

You shrug, “agree to disagree.” 

“I was told ya don’t do dances,” his voice is gravely and you know he’s doing everything he can to not kiss you. “Decided to ask anyway.” 

You pull back settling in his lap, not dancing anymore, “I don’t, but like I said, you’re the exception.” 

He hums, letting his hand run up your thigh, “I’m honored. Prettiest girl in this building.” 

“Flattery, Tillman, won’t get you much round here.” 

He smirks, the look making you want to kiss him just a little more, “will get me the ability to take ya home?” 

You think the shots he took some time ago are finally hitting him. Or he’s snorted some cocaine and it’s just hitting him. Probably the former. 

“M’not supposed to go home with the customers. Sorry, pretty boy.” 

Not a lie. You aren’t supposed to go home with the men here, both for fear of being murdered and because it can cause issues for the owner. The girls too, of course. God forbid you date a patron and then break up. It’s just awkward for everyone here. 

His hand slides further up your leg, resting right under the crease of your ass. Men have been killed for touching you there without asking. But this time it doesn’t make your blood boil like it should. It makes your stomach flip and your heart race. 

“I’m the law, baby. The rules don’t apply to me,” he’s looking up at you with big brown eyes, though they look black in this light. 

The rules don’t apply to him, you told him as such earlier. You remind him as such and he squeezes your hip. You swallow the squeak that threatens to come out, instead moving to straddle him once again. 

“Come on, baby, we’ve been playing this game for a year. Come home with me.” 

You swallow. You would be a liar if you said you didn’t want to go home with him. To let him get the rest of your clothes off and fuck you. For him to slide his cock down your throat while you’re on your knees. 

You know it would feel good. You know you’d enjoy whatever he threw at you, enjoying men who are rough but respectful. And by the feel of the hardness nestled on your clothed core, he could throw a lot at you. 

You can feel your mouth water at the idea of what he looks like under his pants. But he’s going to have to work harder if he wants you to go home with him. 

“Gonna take more than that to get me in your bed, Gator.” 

He thinks, hands roaming to grab the fat of your ass, “I could give you everything, angel. Anything you want, it’s yours.” 

You giggle a little, “yeah? Anything?” 

He nods, licking his lips, “anything. I’d give you anything. Could treat you real nice.” 

“How do you know I don’t already have someone treating me real nice? Hmm? Bold of you to assume I’m single,” you raise a brow at him. You’re lying through your teeth, making him work for it. 

“Trust me, baby, I know you’re single.” His eyes fall from yours to your lips and back. 

You get a little closer, his scent masculine and woodsy, “doing research on me?” 

That should be creepy, it should result in a knife in his neck (it might’ve happened a time or two..) but not with him. However, you know why he did the research. He had to after the murder last year, to rule you out as a suspect. 

“I did. So, you can’t lie ya way out of it. Lemme treat you right, pretty angel.” 

“I’m no angel,” your voice is just above a whisper, enough for him to hear you. 

He laughs, “agree to disagree.” 

He slides his hands to your hips, squeezing gently. 

“And if I say yes to goin’ home with you? Will you hurt me?” 

“No more than you ask me to.” 

You decide you can’t take it anymore, needing him too much. You’ll curse yourself later for folding too easily. You close the gap, a whole year of the chase coming to a head. The second your lips connect with his you feel like you’re on fire. He kisses you softly, nervously and it isn’t till your tongue begs for entrance into his mouth, that he kisses you harder. 

His hands are all over you, running up your sides and letting his fingers tangle in your hair. You rock your hips absentmindedly, needing more friction. 

Gators lips move down your throat, kissing and nipping at the skin and making you moan. He smirks against you and gently lips his hips to add more pressure. Fucking asshole. You grab his face, pulling him back to your mouth, your tongue licking into his mouth. 

He pulls back first, breathless, “I need you. I need to be inside you.”

Your stomach flips again because you love when a man begs for you. Especially men in powerful positions. You feel his confession right in your core. 

“A Tillman begging? What would your daddy say about this?” You’d never say a word to his daddy about this, of course. Roy Tillman can kiss your ass. 

Gator, of course, also knows this, “I don’t care what he’d say. He doesn’t need to know what I do when I’m off work.” 

You smirk, you’re more than willing to let him inside you. But first, you needed to see what you were working with. You slither to your knees, looking up at him, “this okay?” 

He nods, only giving you a verbal answer once you lift your brows, “yes. Please.” 

Your hands move to his belt, unbuckling it and popping the button of his jeans. You can feel his cock jump in his pants and you swallow down a giggle. It’s cute how excited he is actually. You’d be a liar to say you aren’t excited. It’s been a while since you had sex with someone and it’ll be the first time you’ve fucked someone at your job. You’re glad there are no cameras in this room because you’d absolutely get fired. 

You pull his jeans and boxers down till they puddle at his feet, allowing his cock to spring free. You can’t contain your reaction to the sight of his cock. He’s huge, his cock thick and has a slight curve. It’s beautiful and you feel dumb admitting that to yourself. It’s not the first you’ve seen but it’s definitely the prettiest you’ve seen. 

“Wow…” you whisper it but you know he heard you by the smile that spreads across his face. 

“You like it?” He’s cocky and it’s clear you aren’t the first girl to react this way. 

You just nod, gently gripping it in your hand. The weight of it makes your mouth fill with spit. You lean forward, licking a long stripe up it. He lets out a long moan, his head falling back against the couch. 

You smirk to yourself before taking him into your mouth. You work slow, making sure your throat is relaxed. You bob your head slowly, looking up at him as you work and for the first time he’s not looking back at you. He looks so pretty like this, head thrown back, hands balled into fists. 

“Fuck… this is s-so much better than I imagined,” his voice coming out rough and strained. 

You just moan against him, bobbing your head a little faster and taking him a little deeper. He hits the back of your throat and his head snaps down to you. The second your eyes meet his cock jumps in your throat, making you gag slightly. 

“Ah! That’s it, baby,” his hands fall into your hair, pulling and pushing you into his cock. 

You can’t help the moans that leave you from the pain of his hands in your hair. You know your cunt is soaked, your clit throbbing. So, you take him deep and hold him there, letting spit drool from your mouth and onto what you can’t fit in your mouth before pulling off of him. You lick your lips as you stand and straddle him. 

“How bad do you want to fuck me?” You kiss him lightly, just a taste. 

He takes a shaky breath, “s-so bad. Been thinking about it since the first time we met.” 

You pull your panties to the side, settling down so he’s resting against you. The head of his cock bumps your clit the second to start to rock your hips. The friction feels incredible against your aching clit. 

You need more but you’re trying not to rush it. 

“Been thinking about being inside me for over a year huh? Such restraint you have, pretty boy.” 

He shakes his head, letting out a small grunt, “I-I didn’t. S’why m’ here every Saturday. Gotta get my fill of ya for the week.” 

“Yeah? You sound a little obsessed.” 

He nods, “j-just a little.” 

You sit up on your knees using your hand to steady his cock and look up at him, “you still want this? You can say no and it’ll be fine.” 

He shakes his head so fast, you’re worried he’s gonna get whiplash, “no! Please fuck me. Please. Need it so fuckin’ bad. B-but I didn’t bring a condom with me. I-I’m clean I swear. I-If that ain’t okay I’ll survive. But I really wanna fuck you.”

You kiss him softly, loving the consideration and to stop his rambling, “I’m more than clean and I’m on birth control. Is that okay? Still wanna continue. I do if you do.”

He lets out a breath and relaxes, “that’s fine. I promise.” 

It’s all the conformation you need before slowly sinking down on him. All you have inside you is the tip and already the burn hurts so good. Gators hands grip your hips, mouth falling open as he helps you sink down more. 

“Oh my god, Gator,” you feel like he’s in your throat and you don’t even have him all the way inside you. He’s everywhere all at once and you love every second of it. 

Gator pulls you down more and captures your lips in a deep kiss. And then, he thrusts up inside you, seating himself fully inside your tight pussy. The action pushes all the air from your lungs, making you pull back from the kiss. You decide then that if you died this way, you wouldn’t be pissed. 

Even if God decided to bitch about all the sins you’ve committed.

That is, if you even go to heaven. You doubt you will at this point. 

Whatever. 

Gator stays still, letting you adjust and letting you rest your head on his chest to catch your breath. It’s slow to come back but once it does, you lift yourself and slam yourself back down. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” He’s loud and you're glad the club is loud enough that no one can hear you. Not that you’re opposed to that, but again, people like to talk and you aren’t keen on ending up in an unmarked grave. Gators daddy would kill you if you spread rumors that make Gator look like the sinner he is. 

You do it again, finding a rhythm, “you like that, pretty boy?” 

You slide your hands into his hair, loosening the strands there with a hard tug. He groans, his hips bucking up and hitting against your cervix. You’ll probably be bruised there tomorrow but that’s not your issue at the moment. 

The curve of his cock hits your sweet spot perfectly, making you whine and ride him faster. 

“Uh-huh. S-so tight and warm and perfect,” he’s rambling but it’s cute. “D-didn’t think we’d ever do this.” 

You smile, pulling a little harder at his hair, strands falling loose from their usually gelled place. “Paid me a lot of money, baby. Gotta treat you special.” 

“I-isn’t that prostitution?” He pushes out a breathless laugh. 

You can’t stop the giggle that comes out of you either, “maybe. But only if we say it is. I was j-joking.” You lean forward, changing the angle to hit that spot a little harder, “dedication got you here. And of course you’re so pretty. Prettiest boy.” 

Gators hand slides from your waist and finds your clit with ease, thank god. He uses his thumb to draw small circles, making that coil grow tighter and tighter. 

“Keep calling me that and I’ll cum before you do. C-can’t have that.” He plants his feet and sets the pace. He fucks you hard and fast. It feels so fucking good and you know this isn’t the last time you’ll be doing this. 

Can someone get addicted to another's cock? 

Yes is the only right answer considering how all you can think about is Gators cock and chasing your orgasm. 

“Such a gen-gentleman, Gator.” 

“Only for you, angel. Only for you.” 

The band inside you snaps, your orgasm slamming into you hard.

You cry out, leaning forward to bite Gators shoulder and muffle your screams. That is what pushes Gator over the edge, emptying inside you. Thank god for birth control. You both deflate, him growing soft as your cunt spasms with aftershocks. 

Gator breaks the silence first, “gonna let me take you home and take care of you?” 

It makes you laugh but you do think about it, weigh the pros and cons. “If I agree, you can’t ever come back here again. S’a rule not to date our customers.” You sit up so you can see his face, judge his reaction. 

A slow, sleepy smile spreads across his face, “deal! Won’t need to see you here when you’re coming to sleep in my bed.” 

All you can do is laugh and kiss him, deciding this time, you won’t have to murder a man you dated. 

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Rarely Stunned – Gator Tillman

Gator's POV

I've known Y/N all my life. To be fair, just because I knew her doesn't mean I was friends with her. We were in the same class all through school, but I've never had a real conversation with her.

Y/N was known in town as having the most beautiful voice. She sang in the school choir and the church choir. They begged her to do a solo when she was only 13. After that, the whole town fell in love with her. Every family wanted their son to marry her and every boy our age wanted to be with her. I was the only one that people thought wasn't into her, but that was a gigantic load of bullshit.

Of course, I was into her. She was the only one in school who didn't treat me weirdly because of my dad. She was sweet to me. She once told me that she didn't want me to become like my father. She believed I could be better.

I sat in my dad's car in the grocery store parking lot, waiting for him to hurry up and buy the beer. I sucked on my vape, blowing the air out the window. He hated it when I made the car smell like my vape.

My breath got stuck in my throat causing me to chock in the smoke in my mouth when I saw Y/N walking out of the store. I couldn't help but follow her with my eyes as she went to her car. She opened the trunk and started putting bags in. Suddenly, a bag broke making her sigh. Her frustration made me jump out of the truck. I jogged over and started helping her pick up the items that fell.

"Thanks, Gator," she sighed. "But I can pick this up."

"I don't mind," I shrugged. "I'm trying to be a gentleman."

I looked up and smiled when she laughed. "Gator Tillman, a gentleman," she chuckled. "That's not something you here often."

"I'm not all bad," I mumbled. I looked up, my breath getting caught in my throat when I saw the way she looked at me.

"I know that," she said gently. We had an intense staring contest until my dad interrupted it.

"Hey! Gator, get your ass in the truck!"

"Sorry," I mumbled. I cleared my throat before looking up at her. "It was good to see you, Y/N."

"You too," she blushed. "Thanks for the help, Gator."

When I got in the car, I turned to see my dad smirking at me. "What?" I sighed.

"Are you trying to steal Y/N away from that prick, Donny?" My dad laughed.

"What?" I scoffed. "One of her bags broke. I was just helping her pick up her groceries. I wasn't trying. . . Wait, she's dating Donny? The fucking water boy?!"

"Not for long," my dad said in a sing-songy voice. "Got get her, tiger."

* * * * *

The rest of the night, I couldn't stop thinking about Y/N being with that dweepe Donny. He wasn't good enough to play on the football team but the coach was secretly sleeping with his mom so he made him the waterboy. Y/N didn't deserve that nerd. She deserved someone who could take care of her. It made me so angry I got drunk.

I woke up to an immediate hangover. I sat up and slowly got ready for my shift. I went about the day like it was any other. Responding to random calls and vaping in between. That was until I got a certain call.

"We got a 417 in progress," dispatch said.

"Got it," I answered. "Where?"

They listed off the address, but something felt strangely familiar. I ignored it and drove to the address. When we went to the door, it was opened.

"That can't be good," I mumbled. We went in, guns ready. We went in different directions and swept the place, but it was empty.

Until I walked into the living room.

My stomach lurched when I saw her. Y/N was on the floor of the living room, passed out next to a destroyed coffee table. I felt like everything froze as I watched the puddle of blood slowly grow. I lowered my gun, unable to move.

"Sir, there's no one here." My partner's voice dropped when he saw her. "Except her," he said slowly.

I finally snapped out of it. I put my gun back in my holster and ran to her. I collapsed next to her, not entirely sure what to do.

"Get a medic!" I yelled. "Now!"

I turned back to Y/N, my eyes scanning her body. I carefully reached forward and moved some hair out of her face. The second I touched her, I felt how cold she was.

"Where the hell is that medic?!"

My breath got caught in my throat when I heard her groan. "Y/N?" I dropped my voice. "It's me. It's Gator. Open your eyes for me, Y/N. Please."

When she still didn't do or say anything, I continued, "You're safe. I swear, Y/N, I will find whoever did this to you and I will keep you safe. I promise. Just, please, wake up."

I held my breath as I waited. Finally, Y/N's eyes weakly and slowly fluttered open.

"Gator?" She said my name so weakly it broke my heart.

"I'm here," I said quickly. "I'm right here."

"Gator," she repeated my name.

"Medics are on the way, Y/N. They're close. Just hang on a little longer. Please."

Y/N reached for me and I instantly grabbed her hand. "Don't leave me," she said weakly.

"I'm not going anywhere."

* * * * *

I sat in the waiting room, nervously bouncing my leg. I kept glancing towards the door, wishing a nurse would walk through it with news on Y/N. I was ready to storm over to the nurses' station, flash my badge, and demand for them to tell me what was going on with Y/N. The second someone came out, I approached them.

"How is she?"

"She's awake," the nurse said kindly. "Follow me."

I was right at her heels as she walked down the hall. When she got to the door, she stepped aside.

"Go on in," she said. She smiled before lowering her voice and adding, "All she has asked for is you."

My heart jumped into my throat as she winked at me and walked back to the nurses' station. I took a shaky breath as I gathered my courage to open the door. I slowly put my hand on the handle and walked in. My breath got caught in my throat when I saw her asleep on the bed.

Y/N was covered in bruises and dried blood. She had an oxygen tube, the one that went into her nose, and an IV in her arm. Watching her sleep, my anger built. I didn't know who did this, but I knew what I would do when I found them.

Seeing that she was sleeping, I started to leave her room.

"Gator?"

I froze when she weakly said my name. I spun around, instantly making eye contact with her. I quickly walked over to her and sat on the extra chair in her room.

"How are you?" I asked, my voice soft.

"Tired," she tried to smile. "And sore."

"Speaking of which," I hesitated, "can I ask you some questions about what happened?"

"I guess so," she shrugged. I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach when she gasped in pain as she readjusted.

"We don't have to do this right now," I said quickly. "You should get some rest."

"It's fine," she sighed. "Ask away."

"Okay," I started. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I was. . . I didn't. . . I didn't get the beer he liked."

"Wait, what?"

"I could only find. . ."

"Donny beat you because you brought home the wrong beer?! That son of a bitch," I yelled. I stood up and started running out of the room.

"Wait!" Y/N yelled. I froze in the doorway and turned around. She had tears streaming down her face as she opened and closed her mouth. "Gator. . . Don't leave me. Please. He could come back. . . Please stay."

I instantly returned to my seat and grabbed her hand. "I won't leave until you feel safe," I whispered. "I promise."

She smiled weakly at me before falling back asleep. Just like I promised, I stayed by her side until my dad walked in.

"What the hell. . . Ohhh." He started to get angry but laughed when he saw whose hospital room I was in. I let go of her hand, stood up, and turned around.

"The officers told me you went to visit the victim you found today while responding to that 417," he smirked. "I thought you were batshit stupid. But now? Now I get it."

"Dad," I sighed.

"It's a good plan," he interrupted me. "You found her, brought her here. Any girl would fall for the guy who. . ."

"Donny's the one who hit her."

The look on my dad's face changed. "Her boyfriend did this?" He asked under his breath.

"Yeah," I sighed. "He got angry because she bought the wrong beer."

"Wow," my dad scoffed. "He's. . ."

"A fucking asshole," I finished for him. "I swear, I'm gonna find him and I'm gonna shove my gun so far down his neck that he'll. . ."

"Calm down, tiger," he laughed. "I'll have some officers go pick him up and take him to the station. Then we'll help Y/N get a restraining order against the dick. And, if you want, I'll have my friends make sure he leaves this town and never comes back."

"What am I supposed to do?"

My dad looked behind me before putting his hand on my shoulder. "Why don't you tell the girl you've had a crush on since you could walk that you'll never hurt her and will do whatever it takes to keep her safe?"

"But. . ." I stuttered.

"Go show her that she can bring whatever beer she wants to your place," he smirked.

"Dad. . ."

"Tell her that she can have a better life with you." He patted me on the shoulder before leaving.

"Gator?"

I spun around to see Y/N awake. "Hey, you," I smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," she said slowly as she looked at the hallway. "Was that your dad?"

"Yeah," I said clearing my throat. "He heard what happened and wanted to know what he could do to help you."

"Really?"

"Of course," I said, walking over and sitting next to her.

She looked down and nervously played with her hands. I knew what question she was avoiding asking me. To help her, I decided to answer the unansked question.

"He's sending some officers to arrest Donny," I explained. "We know some people who can help you get a restraining order."

"That's not going to work," she said, her voice dropping.

"What do you mean?" I asked, scooting the chair closer to her bed.

"I've tried." When she looked up at me, she had tears in her eyes. "He knows people, Gator. People. . . people on the police force."

"Who?" I asked through my teeth. I cleared my throat when I realized how demanding that sounded. "I mean. . . I can make it stick. If not, we'll just get rid of him."

"Wait, what?" Y/N panicked.

"I'm kidding," I said quickly. I cleared my throat and lowered my voice. "Listen to me, Y/N. He is never going to hurt you again. I swear."

"How can you be so sure?" She whispered.

I ignored the butterflies in my stomach as I reached over and gently grabbed her hand.

"I will not let him hurt you," I said as seriously as I could. "If he wants to get to you, he'll have to go through me."

"Gator," she whispered. "Why are you. . . Why would you do that for me?"

"Because," I stuttered, "you're. . . and I. . . Well. . ."

"Gator," she gently cut me off.

"I like you," I forced out. I watched as her eyes widened.

"You what?" She asked, her voice soft.

"I like you," I sighed, knowing there was no turning back. "I know this is horrible timing, but I've had feelings for you for such a long time. Donny doesn't deserve you, Y/N. To be honest, I probably don't deserve you either. But I can try. I can take care of you. I can protect you. I can give you a good life. I can. . ."

Y/N grabbed my face and pulled me toward her, bringing my lips to hers. As soon as our lips touched, I started kissing her back. Without breaking the kiss, I sat next to her on the bed. I pulled her into my arms, not wanting to let her go.

When we broke the kiss, we were both out of breath. "I'm sorry, Y/N" I mumbled. "Donny broke some of your ribs. You need rest. Not some guy climbing on top of you."

"I wouldn't object to a certain guy climbing on top of me," she giggled as she played with my shirt. She looked up at me through her eyelashes, making my stomach do flips. "Gator?"

"Yes?" I asked quickly.

"You promise you can protect me from him?"

My stomach sank at her question. I pulled her into my chest, wrapped my arms around her, and relaxed us into the bed.

"I promise to protect you from Donny and anyone else who tries to take you from me."

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The Ink That Binds Us - Chapter 5

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Summary: In the weeks following your heat Roy has been keeping Gator extra busy, so you're missing your Alpha. Gator takes it upon himself to make sure you know he'd do anything for you, give you anything you want because you are his.

Tags/Warnings: Soulmates AU, A/B/O, smut, 18+ mdni, soulmates have matching tattoos, Gator Tillman (he’s his own warning). p in v, creampie, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink, reader takes a pregnancy test, use of pet names.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: It's here! Sorry for the delay I have been wrapped up in a Prince Steve AU so be on the lookout for that coming soon!

Once again, you woke up alone in your nest. It has been two weeks since your heat, and you’ve barely seen your new mate. 

Gator slinks out of bed before dawn, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder before he goes, and does not return until long after dark if he returns at all. 

Sometimes he’s been opting to stay at his father’s ranch since most of his belongings still reside there, and it leaves him closer to be at Roy’s beck and call. 

You climb out of bed to begin your day, heading to the kitchen and wondering if Gator even made it home last night. 

Blossom 🌸 8:02 am: I miss you. The nest is beginning to smell wrong. Like you’re missing. 

His reply comes just a few minutes later. 

Gator 🐊 8:09 am: Dad’s got a lot going on so I have to be in charge for a while. I’ll be home for dinner tonight. I promise. 

You smile and bounce on the balls of your feet looking around the kitchen, you’re going to make the best dinner you can, your alpha’s been working hard. He deserves this. 

Gator pulls into the drive long after dark. He’s absolutely, overwhelmingly, exhausted, but he’s surprised to see lights still on in the house. Usually, you’ve been asleep for hours by this point. That’s when he remembers. He promised to be home for dinner. 

“Shit.” He curses under his breath. 

He hops out of the truck and quickly walks up the path, jumping the stairs before letting himself in. 

What he finds there nearly breaks his heart. 

You’re lying on the couch, wearing his favorite dress, it’s obvious you fell asleep waiting on him. 

And he can smell fresh-baked oatmeal-raisin cookies, and steak and potatoes. He knows you must have worked hard all day for him and he couldn’t even show up when he said he would. 

‘Deserves better’ his alpha snaps from the back of his mind. 

He pushes that down, walks over to the couch kneels, and softly runs his hand over your hair. 

“Blossom, wake up, baby.” He mumbles, gently shaking you. 

“Hmm?” You groan softly, waking up. 

You blink up at him, your eyes half-lidded and tired. 

“You’re home,” you smile sleepily, “I missed you.” 

You sit up and wrap your arms around his neck pulling him close. He buries his face in your neck as he climbs up onto the couch with you, lying down on top of you, inhaling your scent. 

“Missed you too, Omega. M’sorry, I’m late.” 

You gently run your fingers through his hair, softening the slicked-back locks into the soft tendrils you love. 

“S’okay-“ you begin.

“No, it’s not. It’s not okay. Fuck…” he groans softly, arguing with his Alpha. 

You hold him for a long moment. Letting him gently crush you into the couch cushions. 

“I’ve been a shit Alpha. You deserve someone who takes care of you. Who takes you out on dates? Who is good to you? Not me… not this fuck up.” He mumbles into your neck. 

“Gator, look at me.” You say softly. 

He refuses, sinking further into your scent and his self-doubt. 

You sink your fingers into his hair and gently tug at the roots. 

“Gator Tillman. Look at me.” You say, using the sternest tone he’s ever heard from you. 

He raises his head and looks at you, a little perplexed by that tone. 

“You are not a shit Alpha, and I never want to hear those words ever again. You’re my Alpha. Mine. I don’t care about going out on dates, and you’re very good to me.” You say, looking directly into his eyes, refusing to be the one to look away first. 

He leans in and rests his forehead against yours, basking in your words, for a moment. 

“But what about-“ 

“Gator, I swear,” you say, effectively cutting him off. 

He lets out a soft little laugh. 

“Don’t go turning into a brat now.” He says softly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. 

“Then don’t act like a knothead.” You mumble softly, spreading your legs so he can slot between them. 

The two of you fit together like puzzle pieces, completing one another as he presses his lips against yours in a slow, gentle drag, his chapped lips against your pillow-soft ones. 

You pull away and press a small, soft kiss on his head. 

“My Alpha, perfect for me.” You whisper against his skin. 

He wraps his arms around you and buries his face back into the crook of your neck, softly kissing your mating mark as he falls asleep. 

You hold him close and close your eyes as well, letting yourself relax and be lulled into sleep. Comforted by your Alpha. 

You wake up the next morning and groan softly, stiff from having slept on the couch but feeling more at peace and well-rested than you have in days. 

You softly card your fingers through Gator’s soft hair, relishing the sleepy sounds he makes as he wakes up. 

“Good morning, handsome.” You whisper. 

“Mornin’ Blossom.” He mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep. 

You smile, you relish this, this softness, that no one else gets to be privy to. Something that is only between the two of you. 

“You want me to make ya some breakfast before your shift?” You ask, as you softly run your hand up and down his spine, unable to keep your hands off him. 

He relaxes into you a little more. 

“You don’t mind?” 

“Not at all, handsome. C’mon. Get up. You get ready, and I’ll fix you something to eat.” You kiss his cheek before dropping your arms from around him. 

He rolls off the couch, less than gracefully, before popping up and helping you stand. 

He drops a kiss to the top of your head, before heading off to the shower. 

You step into the kitchen and begin to fix him some breakfast. 

Eggs, toast, bacon. Doing your very best to have it all finished at the same time. 

Gator steps into the kitchen, hair slicked back, holster around his thigh, and the rest of his gear situated just right.

You both sit to eat, and you watch as he devours his food, as always. Light conversation about plans for the day. 

As per usual, Gator can’t tell you much about anything. You try to not let it bother you. Even though it does. 

You hold onto his vest as he kisses you hard before he leaves. His tongue slid alongside yours, his hands squeezing your hips, pulling you flush against him, making sure you’ll think about nothing but him all day long. 

After your shift at the diner, you stop at the pharmacy to pick up a few things. You walk past the pads and tampons and pause. You do the mental math and your eyes go a little wide. 

Your hand instinctually rests on your lower belly. 

“Oh my god…” you bite your lip and glance at the tests next to you. You grab one and toss it in your basket before you can think too hard about it. 

Once you get home, you sit in the bathroom on top of the closed toilet lid and stare at the package. 

“This is silly… it was one heat. There’s no way…” you toss the test into the drawer and head back into the living room to watch some mindless television. 

However, it’s like the test is mocking you from the other room. 

Soon you find yourself back in the bathroom, the foil ripped open, and you take the test. You sit on the floor with the test on the edge of the tub as you wait for the results. 

Your hand once again goes to rest on your lower belly. 

“You’re going to be so loved…” you smile softly. 

A few minutes later you lift the test and it’s like a rock develops where your heart should be.  

Only one line. 

Negative.

“Oh.” 

You suddenly feel so silly and stupid for your behavior. You quickly toss everything in the trash bin as your eyes well with tears. 

You’re not even sure why you’re so upset. It’s not even something you were really thinking about, but now that it’s not happening you’re crushed. 

You move to the bedroom and crawl into your next hiding yourself under your blankets as the tears begin to fall. ‘Bad Omega, failure.’ Your omega whispers in the back of your mind. That’s where Gator finds you. 

He’d come home expecting to find you in the kitchen making dinner, or at least in the living room watching something on the TV. When he doesn’t see you he begins looking around calling out for you, becoming a little more panicked when you don’t respond. 

When he finally finds you buried in your nest he’s concerned. 

“Blossom? What’s wrong, Omega?” He sits next to you softly cupping your cheek, his thumb wiping away your tears. 

You turn your head away from him hiding yourself from his gaze. 

“Don’t. Look at me,” He says, “Omega, what is going on? Talk to me.” 

“It’s s-stupid.” You mumble into the sheets

“It’s not stupid if it’s made you this upset. C’mon little one. Tell me what’s wrong.” He says, lifting your chin so he can look at you. 

You pause for a long moment looking up at him, thinking about how you want to tell him.

“I took a pregnancy test.” You finally say. The words slipping out easier than you thought they would. 

His face lights up, and that joy you see on his face, it kills you. It makes you feel even worse because you know what you have to say next, but he interrupts you before you can get the words out. 

“Omega mine. Why would you be upset about that? A baby is amazing.” He smiles and he moves to put his hand on your belly but you know if he touches you there you’ll scream. 

“It was negative.” you choke out.

“Oh…” he pauses and lays down pulling you close, letting you rest your head on his chest. 

You hold onto him nuzzling your face into his scent gland, calming yourself. 

“I didn’t know you wanted a baby so badly.” He whispers. 

“Neither did I.” You say, your lips softly brushing against his skin. 

He tries to contain the shiver that runs through him at the feeling of your lips on him. 

“But I do,” you whisper, “please Alpha?” 

He groans and rolls over on top of you pinning you to the mattress. 

“You’re killing me, Omega,” He softly rolls his hips against yours as he kisses you, “I’ll give you a pup. Fuck one into this cute belly of yours. Make you a mommy.”

He takes his time, slowly peeling away each layer of clothing. Pressing kisses to every inch of newly revealed skin. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m the luckiest Alpha alive.” He growls as he slips your panties off, and situates himself between your thighs, inhaling deeply. 

You blush at his actions, lying back in your nest. 

“Fuck, you smell so sweet for me. M’gonna get you nice and wet. So ready to take my cock, okay?” He slowly trails kisses up your inner thigh before burying his face in your cunt, tracing his tongue up and down your slit as his large hands hook under your thighs and settle on your hips. 

You gasp softly and close your eyes, settling more into the feelings. The softness of your nest, the roughness of Gator’s hands on your hips, the soft wet sounds of his tongue between your thighs, and the pleasure he brings you. 

He begins to softly suck on your clit as you begin to get wetter, he moans and the vibrations cause you to arch your back. 

“Good girl, Blossom. That’s right. Grind on my tongue, sweet girl.” He moans again. 

You thread your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as you gasp out his name, the flames of pleasure licking up your spine. 

He slips two fingers into your entrance, your wetness making it easy, as he curls them and massages the soft spongy spot he knows drives you insane. 

You dig your heels into his back trying to scramble away from him as you reach that precipice. Your Alpha only holds you tighter refusing to let you run from your own pleasure. 

You scream out his name as you come apart on his tongue. 

He laps up your essence before pulling away and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand smirking. 

“Fuckin’ delicious, Omega.” 

You blush and hide your face in the crook of your elbow. 

He grabs your hand and uncovers your face smirking down at you. 

“Hey there pretty girl.” 

“Hi.” You smile softly looking up at him. 

He holds your hands down on either side of your head and kisses you softly as you wrap your legs around his hips, the head of his cock nudging gently against your clit once, twice, before he presses into you. 

He groans softly against your lips, “holy shit, Omega… how are you always so fuckin’ tight?” 

He gives you a moment to adjust before he begins slowly rolling his hips against yours. Each thrust was measured, slow and deep. 

“Feels so good, Alpha. Always feels so good.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around him, clinging to him. 

He presses his forehead to yours, taking his time as the pace of his thrusts speeds up, still just as deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time he presses into the hilt. 

“You feel like heaven, my love. I’m gonna give you a baby sweet Omega. Gonna give you everything you want. I promise.” He kisses you deeply as he gets closer, picking up speed as he gets closer.  

You gasp softly at his words, “I’m close Alpha, please.” 

“I know, Omega. I can feel you squeezing me. I’m almost there. Gonna fill you up. Gonna give you all of me. Fuck… wait for me, baby.” He growls softly. 

He holds you close and kisses you deeply the curly hairs at the base of his cock stimulating your clit in just the right way as he grinds his hips into yours. 

He thrusts a couple more times as he cums deep inside you, his thick spend painting your inner walls as you gasp and come hard around him. 

“That’s right, Omega. Doing so good for me. Taking me so well. Love you so much.” He holds you close as you both come down from your euphoria. 

“Love you too, Alpha. Thank you… thank you.” 

You press soft kisses everywhere you can reach, keeping your legs up and wrapped around him. 

He presses his hand down on your lower belly.

“This is where my pups will grow. Just give it time, Omega mine. Just give it time.”

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Changes

Rating: PG

Summary: The changes in Gator were small at first, easy to miss. But when taken together, they really added up. (AKA I could fix him, when in reality, I'd probably just hit him with my car.) Warnings: General Tillman fuckery, Roy being Roy, Gator being Gator (mentions of misogyny, "traditional beliefs", Gator being annoying). Pairing: Gator Tillman x fem!Reader Word Count: 2k

The changes in Gator were small, at first - easy to miss if you weren’t looking very close. And for all the looking Roy seemed to do, Gator was very rarely in his line of sight.

Failure, mistakes and screwups - all of which Roy seemed to believe Gator achieved in spades - was all there seemed to be. Gator only existed when he made a mistake, when he fucked up, and for the life of him, the sheriff couldn’t see the good in his own son. Neither could Gator. 

Not at first, anyway.

But the changes came on so gradually, so easily, that no one could quite pinpoint when they began. The obnoxious, insecure, spoiled brat he’d been raised to be slipped away, piece by piece, and was replaced by a man he was proud to become.

First, it was the confidence.

Gator’s bravado, his entitlement - unearned, boisterous swagger his father instilled in him - was always loud. He boldly declared himself a winner, the best of the best, despite his shortcomings and refused to listen to anyone (other than Roy) who thought otherwise. He could be abrasive, at best, infuriating at worst, and rarely took no for an answer.

But it was obvious upon first meeting him that it was all an act.

The false confidence, the bravado, the entitlement - it was all a way to make himself feel better, worthy. He’d been a winner once, back in the glory days, and knew that Roy expected it to continue. Gator was supposed to follow in his father’s footsteps, carry on the Tillman legacy, but his adulthood seemed to be one fuckup after another.

Somewhere along the line, Gator’s luck changed and that confidence he’d earned slipped away. His father’s constant barrage of criticism didn’t help any, instead only chipped away at the real confidence that Gator had buried deep in the recesses of his mind, but acting as meek as he felt sometimes was never an option.

When you first met Gator, you saw right through him immediately. There was an insecurity, one he tried to bury with obnoxious banter and that bravado, but you saw him for who he was. And when you met Roy, it became even more obvious just why Gator needed the ego boost you gave him.

These days, after nearly a year of dating, Gator’s confidence was quieter.

That facade was still there, the bravado plain to see in the way he carried himself while on duty, in situations where he still felt he had the upper hand, but subtler now. That confidence was real, earned, something he believed. It was a value in himself, an understanding that he was truly worthy - and that he didn’t have to put anyone else down to be worthy - regardless of what game he won or title he held. He no longer felt the need to announce himself a winner, no longer felt the need to scramble in search of approval, and it made your heart happy to see.

And despite his initial misgivings about women and relationships, Gator made an effort to unlearn his father’s teachings and do his best to continue making your heart happy however he could.

In that pursuit came the physical changes.

There were a few that were generally attributed to him growing up. The decor in his bedroom -  wall decorations long gone, tossed into boxes somewhere; old sheets he never bothered replacing, discarded for something newer, softer (even though you never set foot in his room); trophies he kept on display, now boxed up in a closet - went first. Then came the wardrobe, with a few new pairs of jeans that intermingled with the camouflage and a few nice button-down shirts to wear to dinner. Then his hair, with a little less gel while off-duty and fewer caps.

Others - less time with a vape in his hand, less chew and fewer trips to the convenience store - were teasingly attributed to your influence.

Still, no one really paid much attention to those changes.

It wasn’t until the change in his temperament that others began to take notice.

For most of his life, Gator had a habit of whining. He threw tantrums, outbursts of anger that saw him yelling obscenities or leaving holes in walls, and had difficulty expressing his emotions without turning the conversation into a fight. There was no healthy expression of disappointment or anger or any other upset in the Tillman home but after the first time you left him high and dry for pitching a fit, Gator began to change his ways.

Gator’s temperament was the slowest change. It took a long while for him to understand the consequences of his tantrums, that you were serious when you told him you had no intention of tolerating an overgrown man-child and wouldn’t be coddling him. But after positive reinforcement - conversations in which you rewarded levelheaded dialogue and ignored petulant outbursts - he began to get the hang of it.

Soon, Gator began to mature. He formed his own opinions about the world - its comings and goings, what it meant to be a man, what it meant to be a partner - without his father’s voice echoing in his mind. He began to realize that the Tillman way was not the only way. And if his physical changes were attributed to you teasingly, those mental changes were attributed to you accusingly.

Those changes in Gator’s temperament, the easy way he handled disappointment these days - the way he no longer flew off the handle when he made a simple mistake, the way he accepted it as a lesson and strived to be better the next time - made Roy wary.

The influence you held over Gator was plain to see and he didn’t like the idea that a woman could hold so much power over his son. He worried that Gator had gone soft, that he’d abandoned the way things should be - the natural order of things - but when he began to truly look at you both, that isn’t what he saw.

And, luckily, that meant Roy approved of the courtship.

What he didn’t know, was that it was all by design.

Gaining Roy Tillman’s approval was, in the beginning, never something you longed for. You would’ve preferred pretending he didn’t exist but the harder you fell for Gator, the easier it became to see that you’d never free Gator from his tyranny - his brainwashing, his abuse - if Roy disliked you. 

So, instead of showing him your real self, you gave him a potential daughter-in-law he could approve of wholeheartedly.

Roy Tillman liked you because he thought you could be useful.

Every wife he’d ever had was a pawn in a larger game - the daughter of someone important or a woman who desperately needed a way out that only he could provide. And as the quiet middle daughter of a sheriff a few counties over, you were exactly what he thought his son needed.

Gator was never as effortlessly controlling as his father, never as natural a leader, but Roy saw you as a way to fix that. To him, you were meek - kind, quiet, deferential. Giving Gator a taste of power at home would make him hunger for more, give him the ambition to be better, to take over the family business.

The family you came from was kind, farmers turned lawmen somewhere along the way, and Roy imagined he could take advantage of it all. He imagined you’d all be useful, easy to exploit with your connections and your land, and willfully overlooked some of the red flags your relationship initially raised.

Though that change in Gator’s temperament was the most obvious, though it took months for Roy to notice, he made no secret of his appreciation. Gator had matured in the way he’d always wanted, calmer and steadier in his conviction, and took pride in his work now.

Even at home, Roy watched you submit to Gator, who was never unkind to you - only even daring to be something similar to firm in the presence of his expectant father - and defer to him in conversation. He watched you care for his son, cooking and cleaning and offering a sympathetic ear when he had a bad day, and delighted in the maturation of his son that you facilitated. It was an act so carefully constructed that Roy never once questioned its validity and for that, you were appreciative.

Those changes were appreciated until it became obvious just how significantly Gator had changed over the course of your relationship.

Gator had matured, grown more even in temper, and grown more confident. He’d become a man, someone his father could be proud of, and that encouraged Roy to lengthen his leash. Gator was given space to breathe, to become his own man and build a life with you. And, consequently, the space to truly find himself.

Without realizing, Roy gave Gator enough room to learn who he was when freed from beneath his father’s thumb.

Those values that had been drilled into him from boyhood - tradition, conservatism, inherent value, right and wrong and the shades of grey in between - went from known beliefs to open discussions.

Late at night, when Gator slept in your bed rather than his own - slipped into your bedroom under the cloak of night, pretending that there was nothing sinful happening when Roy made it a point to ask - he voiced his doubts. They were few, at first, questions that only arose because he’d fallen in love with you when you were almost the exact opposite of who he was raised to believe he should fall for. But it quickly turned into him questioning everything he’d ever known.

And, despite your deep-seated distaste for Roy - for the damage he’d done to Gator, for the way he treated people, for the asshole he was - you never pushed.

Every conclusion Gator came to, you might’ve helped lead him to but never forced him to accept. And when Gator began to question what would happen if Roy were to find out that neither of you were who you seemed, well, you simply wondered aloud if playing pretend would be enough to keep you both in his good graces until you could fully establish yourselves elsewhere.

So, for nearly two years - until your savings account had been padded and Gator’s loyalty to his father was dead and buried - you played pretend. Gator pretended to rule with an iron fist, the king of his own castle, while you bowed and scraped and remarked how happy you were to serve. 

Those changes all added up, made for a brand new man that you were proud to love and Roy was, for just a moment, proud to call his son.

But, in the end, the biggest change of all was one that was obvious from the start. Roy saw it right away - though he refused to believe it - and hated it more than anything at the end of the day.

The way that Gator treated your relationship was soft. Despite his raising, you weren’t property to be owned or a prize to be won. You were’t a right, granted to him just because he was the son of a powerful, rich man and would someday be the powerful, rich man. You weren’t his because he deserved you.

No, you were his in spite of all of that. And Gator saw you for what you truly were - an equal, a partner that deserved to be trusted and treated with respect and dignity.

And by the time Roy realized just how drastic the change in his son was, just how far gone he was - just how far you both were from his control - it was too late.

The changes in Gator were small at first, only visible to those who knew where to look, but now - after three years, a ring, and a U-Haul carrying you both far from North Dakota - the changes in Gator Tillman were impossible to ignore.

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Author's Note: Is this realistic? Absolutely not. Does Gator remind me of every guy I graduated high school with? Yes. Do I like him because he's portrayed by Joe? Yes. Would I actually date him? No. Again, I'd sooner hit him with my car. But he's cute. So, enjoy. No taglist because I'm not inflicting this garbage man on anyone. May write more for him but again, may not.

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