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joshlmbrt · 4 months

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The Wires Got The Best Of Him. PART ONE. (dad!g. tillman x r)

part two -> part three

w; gator ( OC!!! - sort of ), mentions of roy, dot being kidnapped, ivy seeing her, gators mean to r, roy, physical violence.

an; i’ve had this idea in my head for a while and i tried my best to write it - hopefully you all enjoy it!! most likely will be making a part two!!

“Daddy!” Ivy squeals, giggling as Gator steps into the kitchen. You smile softly, bending down and picking up the crayon she had dropped. “Mommy and I are going to play in the ‘now!’ She grins up with him, nose scrunched.

He smiles - though it doesn’t meet his eyes like it always does - leaning down and pressing a small kiss to her nose. “‘kay. Be careful. Just don’t go near the barn. Pop-pop Roy has some power tools and nails inside.”

He lifts, stepping towards you and presses a kiss to your temple. “I’ll be home for dinner.”

You nod, looking up at him. “Everything okay?”

There’s a small hesitation, but he nods, grabbing the leather jacket that rests on the back of the chair - even though you’ve begged him to wear his bigger winter coat before going out into the cold.

He slips it on. “Yeah. I’m fine,” He finally answers. That doesn’t help your nerves with the late reply.

“Alright,” You nod. You step towards him again, zipping the zipper up some more before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Be careful, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nods. He pushes some of your hair away before walking away. You hear the front door close and you let out a small sigh. You glance over at Ivy.

“You want to get ready, lovebug?”

“Yeah!” She cheers, sliding off the chair. You smile following her to her room.

“Can we go see the ‘ows?” She tilts her head, reaching for your hand. You smile softly, holding her hand. “We can go see if Pop-pop hasn’t sold any.”

“Can I take Daisy?”

You open the door to her bedroom and she runs in, grabbing the said cow, holding it up with a grin. You nod, walking to her closet. “Of course you can, baby.”

“Yay!” She then holds the stuffed animal to her face, eyes crossing by how close it was. “Did ya’ hear that, Daisy? You can go see ya’ family!”

You glance over your shoulder, smiling at her before turning back. Your eyes peek out the window towards the barn, tilting your head a bit when Roy steps out.

Karen was already in the car with the twins - on if his goons in the front. Roy walks through the snow, his features were contorted into worry and anger.

Nothing new there.

❆

“Okay, we have to be careful on the snow, ya’?” You slide the pink beanie onto her hair, tying the two little strings underneath her chin.

“You betcha, mommy!” Daisy was hanging in her other hand, shaking with Ivy’s excitement. You smile and press a kiss to her rosy cheek, standing and fixing your own jacket.

“Ready, Ivy?” You hold out your hand. You furrow your brows, looking down. Panicking slightly when you see she’s not there anymore, looking out to see where she would’ve gone.

The barn. She’s heading near the barn.

“Ivy!” You call out, voice echoing through the farm. You are quick - but careful - making your way off the steps. “Baby! Don’t!”

You watch as she pushes the door open, giggling as she steps in. You stomach drops - the power tools. There were power tools in the barn - and knowing Roy, he was careless, he’d leave them plugged in and tossed on the floor.

Your footsteps quicken as much as the can, boots sinking into the snow. You finally yank open the door. “Ivy! Daddy said not to come in here, Pop-pop has…” Your voice trails off, eyes widening at the sight.

There was a woman chained to the ground, a measly bed the only thing for comfort. Her wide eyes stare at you, chest quickening with her heaving breaths from the cold.

“And this is-”

A hand wraps around your arm. “Ivy,” Gator snaps. She turns smiling. “Here. Now.”

“Gator-”

“I told you…” He turns his head towards you. “Not to go in the barn.”

“She-”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse,” He grits through his teeth. He stares at you, making you gulp. Gator would never hit you - harm you in anyway only with words - he promised you he wouldn’t, he’s seen to many women get pushed around by his father. But right now, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was blinded by rage.

“Ivy, let’s go.” He looks at the little girl once again.

“Okay! Hold on, daddy,” She smiles at him before turning back towards the woman. “Here!” She places the small stuffed animal into the woman’s lap. “Her name is Daisy. She’ll keep ya’ company.”

She smiles a bit, eyes looking down at the animal before up at the girl. “Thank you.” She whispers - there’s a small crack in her voice.

Ivy smiles, turning and running towards Gator, wrapping her arms around his legs. He bends, lifting her with one arm, her curls brushing at his cheeks.

He gives a look at the woman who stares down at the little cow, hands gripping at the mattress. He pulls you with him, your feet stumbling over themselves.

The door to your guys shared home flies open. He places Ivy down on the ground. “Ivy, go play in your room. Mommy and I have to have a talk.”

“Okay!” She nods, running off to her room. Gator turns to you, making you shrink back by his look.

“Kitchen,” He nudges his chin. You nod, making you way to the kitchen, unzipping your jacket and hanging it up on the way. His boots scuff, eyes glancing over his shoulder before looking back at you. “I told you both to stay out of the barn.”

“Gator! You have a woman chained in there! What- Who is that?!” You shake your head, brows pinched.

“No one imp-”

“If it’s no one important then tell me who she is,” He stays quiet, eyes cutting away from you. “Then let her go.”

His eyes cut back to you - at the words - face pinching up. “No! I can’t do that. I have to keep an eye out for her!”

Your lips part, head shaking. “Because of Roy… That’s Nadine.”

“How do you know about her?”

“Either you were having an affair or that’s who we’re talking to your dad about when you would sneak off,” You shake your head. “God… You are so stupid sometimes Gator! And I hate to say that because Roy already tells you how much he thinks you’re a loser,”

His lips part, blinking at you. “If someone pulls up and sees her out in the barn, and you’re the only one here, they’re gonna take you and ask you questions,” You poke at his chest. “And trust me, Roy already has you conditioned to take the blame for anything he does because he doesn’t want blood on his hands.”

“Don’t talk about him like that.” His hand clenches at his side.

Your eyes zero in on the movement before looking back at him. “Why not? Are you gonna hit me?” You lift your brows. “Like your daddy does to his women because they won’t listen? Train me to-”

You flinch hearing the cabinets shake behind your head. “I told you to quit runnin’ your mouth!” Your nails dig into the counter, eyes staring into his.

“Daddy?” A voice breaks him away, quickly turning and staring down at the small girl. He gulps quietly, hand sliding from the cabinet. Ivy just seen him lose it. And he remembers the first time he saw Roy smack a woman around - it stuck with him. He didn’t want the same for his little girl.

He didn’t want to hurt you either.

“I…” His chest heaves underneath the leather, fingers rubbing near his heart.

“Gator… Hey, calm-” He shakes his head when he feels your hand land on his bicep.

“No… I just-I’m going to take a small ride. I need… I can’t… I’ll be back before bed.” He grabs the keys from the island, walking off, sniffing. Ivy watches as he walks away, door closing behind him.

You look out the window, watching as the door slams and he starts it up. A cloud of smoke leaves the window - he speeds off.

“Mommy… Is daddy okay?” She asks. You turn, staring down at her as you slide to the floor. She seemed a bit frazzled.

“He’ll be okay,” You nod. “He’s just… feeling stressed and pressured to do something he doesn’t want too.”

“That’s not good.” She shakes her head.

You give a weak smile, shaking your head. “It’s not,” You press a small kiss to her forward. “Go take a small nap, okay? We can decide what we want for dinner later.”

“Okay, mommy,” She leans up and presses a kiss to your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

❆

Your steps were wobbly, careful not to drop anything from the tray and into the snow. You didn’t know how much time you had left until Gator, or worse, Roy, made it back home.

You turn, back pushing open the barn doors. “It’s just me,” You say, turning to face her. “I brought you some soup and tea.” You nod, walking towards her, placing it on the bed.

“Thank you,” She whispers. She trusted you enough, grabbing the hot cup of tea, immediately taking a sip of it. “How old is she?”

You smile a bit. “4.”

“She talks well,” She nods. “You must be a good mama.”

“I try to be,” You glance at her chained ankle. “Do you have a child?”

“Mhm. Her names Scotty. She’s 9.” She nods.

You nod, standing from the bed. You grab her hand softly. “I’m going to get you out of here… I promise,” You whisper. “Just… give me til tonight to find the keys.”

Her eyes soften and she nods, hand gripping yours. “Please don’t forget about me.”

“I won’t… I know you’d do the same,” You say. “I’m going to get you home. I promise.”

She nods, eyes peeking over your shoulder, hands freezing in yours. You quickly lift up at the sound of scuffing, turning around. You knew the sound of Roy’s boots. You definitely can’t walk out of the barn - you’re screwed either way you look at it.

The door slams open, his eyes meeting yours. His lip curls up in a snarl, footsteps quickening. “You just can’t seem to keep your nose out of others business, can you?”

“Roy, don’t hurt her!”

“Shut your mouth, Nadine,” He points a finger to her before his hand comes down across your cheek. “I’m teachin’ you a lesson since the boy can never seem to put you in line.” He grabs your arm, making you yell out, feet stumbling from his dragging.

“Roy! Do-” The door slams closed and your pulled in front of him.

His gloved hand grips your jaw, shaking your head a bit. “I have enough teachin’ to go around.” He whispers.

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buckysgrace · 4 months

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7. I Keep Looking

Gator Tillman x Oc

Part 7 of Every Little Thing!

Wow I am uh gutted after the last episode lmao

CW: Cheating, p in v smut

It had been a week since she’d last seen or heard from Gator. The silence was crushing, but she supposed it was what she deserved. She had lied to him, but she felt it was fair considering what he’d said to her. She thought she would’ve eventually gained the courage to tell him again, once she had a few weeks to mend her broken heart and have thousands of miles between the two of them.

In some odd sense, it felt freeing to admit to someone else what had happened. No one else knew, at least, no one was supposed to. She definitely hadn’t planned on Gator snooping through her files from her doctor’s office.

“What’s on your mind?” Hugh questioned as she pressed her palm over her abdomen. She blinked for a second, trying to ignore the empty feeling that had suddenly settled over her. She shook away her thoughts, burying her grief once again.

“Nothing,” She breathed out softly, “Just a little stressed.” She smiled softly at him, snapping her attention back towards the party that was carrying on around them. The sun was warm, almost too hot as it sat high in the pretty blue sky.

Hugh looked nice, almost too pristine in his black slacks and his white, long sleeved shirt. She’d warned him that it would get too hot, but he still insisted. He had a pink rose buttoned onto it, matching the ones that decorated her white flowery dress.

“Your father has invited many people.” Hugh said slowly as he swirled his cup of water around in his hand. She nodded her head, thinking that he was very right as she turned to look up at him.

“He is well known,” Daphne teased in agreement, “It’s mostly relatives. And you remember my friend Daisy. It won’t be too bad.” She said, tilting her chin up as she balanced on her heels to try and pinpoint where Daisy had disappeared to. Daisy had always wanted to make her break from the town, but had fallen short like everybody else. She thought that Daphne was crazy for returning.

“I don’t know,” Hugh replied softly, “I’ll be married surrounded by people I do not know.” He said at last, expressing his feelings over the whole ordeal. She paused for a moment, unsure of how to approach the touchy subject about his family once again.

“You’ll get to know them,” She reassured him softly, “Come on. We can do introductions and then we can dance.” She smiled as she took his hand gently, knowing that he didn’t like to hold her hand for too long. He always said it was because his palms were sweaty, but she often wondered if there was another reason for it.

Around and around they went, slowly introducing Hugh to everyone who had attended. He was right, there were many people. Even some that she hadn’t seen in a long time. She knew better than to complain. Bruce was paying for it and at this point, this was as much his wedding as it was hers.

She retreated after she ditched Hugh off to Oliver, her cheeks tired from the tight grin she’d been wearing all afternoon. She had a thing later of sweat against the back of her neck from the sun that was beginning to beam down around them. She hoped she’d put on enough sunscreen.

She brought a cold can of Coke up to her lips, enjoying the way it bubbled and tickled at her throat as she gulped it down heavily. She felt as if she was a few seconds away from gulping down the entire snack table from the nerves that were beginning to grow inside of her.

“You look good, mama.” She turned quickly, her eyes widening as a drizzle of pop spilled down the side of her lips. She wiped it away quickly, licking her mouth clean as she looked up at Gator.

Her heart thumped roughly inside of her chest, beating to a rhythm that only he knew as she tried to find the words to say. He looked good, handsome. His hair slicked back in the usual way, a slight grin on his face as he squinted down towards her. She wondered if he’d started wearing contacts again or if he was just neglecting to do so.

“You came.” She stated softly, mentally kicking herself for how hopeful she had sounded. She glanced away, trying to pretend like she hadn’t been hoping to see him again. She had feared that she’d ruined it all, that he hated her. Not that she could really blame him. She had kept a heinous secret from him.

“I figured the invitation was for me too,” Gator tilted his head as he looked upon her, “Is there a reason I shouldn’t be here?” She let her eyes linger on him for a moment, noting the nice pair of jeans he wore as well as the blue button up shirt. He left the top two buttons undone, exposing his chest hair.

“No,” She shook her head softly, “I’m glad that you’re here.” She said at last, truly grateful because this meant that he didn’t completely hate her. She faltered underneath his gaze for a moment, feeling cautious as she brought her fingers up to her lips. She rolled her tongue over her lipstick, no longer feeling the scab that had faded away.

“Dance with me.” He said simply, not asking as her eyes snapped towards him again. Her mouth suddenly felt too dry, as if she’d swallowed hundreds of cotton balls.

“Gator,” She sighed deeply, “I can’t.” She mumbled, keeping her voice down as someone walked past them. She noticed the slow walk, the curious eyes as they were surely trying to pick some sort of gossip up. She wouldn’t allow that. Not today.

“Why not?” He asked her seriously, his lips curling into an amused smile. She parted her lips, feeling like he was making this harder than what it needed to be.

“Someone may get the wrong idea.” She replied softly as she pulled her arms over her chest, crossing them tightly to keep her hands to herself. She felt like she didn't have much restraint when it came to him.

“We went to all of our school dances together,” He pointed out, “What’s different about this?” He asked her seriously. She shook her head, her lips curling up into a smile ever so slightly.

“I’m marrying someone else.” She reminded him gently, feeling like this whole thing was ridiculous. In the back of her mind she knew that Gator should be the one she was marrying. They just wanted different things.

“We’re just two friends dancing,” Gator drew out slowly, “Unless there’s something else?” He asked her with mock interest, tilting his head down as his eyes fell onto her features. She turned towards him, suddenly feeling a little shy. She wouldn’t bring up feelings again, not after last time.

“No,” She replied, “There’s nothing else.” She stated slowly, locking her eyes in on his brown ones to challenge him. She waited for him to reply, to beg her to leave Hugh and whisk her away. Her heart hammered roughly in her chest as he looked down at her lips. She wondered if he could see how desperate she was for him to say those words; to want to be with her.

“Then what’s the problem with dancing?” He asked her huskily, taking a small step back to pull the vape up to his lips. She huffed, shaking her head as he blew the smoke out towards her. She scoffed, but had to admit that it smelt better than the cheap cigarettes he used to smuggle into her room.

“Nothing,” She shrugged her shoulders, trying to keep as nonchalant as possible. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle her body so close to his, “Just as long as you won’t step on my toes.” She grinned as she stepped off the porch, settling onto the makeshift dance floor that Bruce and August had settled out for them.

“I don’t do that anymore,” He mumbled, almost a little pouty as he followed behind her, inside of the barn that they no longer used. They’d spruced it up pretty nicely, but it would still need work before the wedding. The sun dipped in through the large windows, decorating the floor, “That was a long time ago.” He told her, as if she needed to be reminded of it. She’d spent his Junior prom barefoot, her feet on top of his shoes to keep from getting her toes smashed and bruised.

His Senior prom hadn’t been much better. She’d had braces then and had spent most of the night spitting out mouthfuls of blood from where he’d accidentally popped her in the mouth after he’d been trying to tighten his tie. Still, she had been the only one in her grade to go to prom all four years. She had a different dress each time as well. She supposed she was just a smidge spoiled.

She just smiled in response, trying to ignore the ache in her chest as he placed a hand on her hip and pressed his palm against her own. She inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of his cologne as his eyes fell down to her face again. She glanced around, noting that Hugh was swinging around a very unamused Noelle not too far away.

It felt natural the way she moved with Gator, the way her skin molded against his. She felt warm, but it had nothing to do with the way the sun was shining on them. She looked anywhere but at him, afraid that he’d be able to read her thoughts with a simple glance.

“You know what I think?” He asked as he pressed his fingertips lightly into her skin, drawing her attention back to him. She drew her eyes up slowly, focusing in on the moles on his cheeks instead of his warm eyes.

“What?” She asked softly as an intense sensation spread through her chest. She wanted to look up at him fully, but she wouldn’t allow herself too. She wondered if everyone else could see just how pathetic she was at the moment, if they could see just how desperate she was for him.

“I don’t think that you really like this guy,” He murmured in her ear, letting one of his hands slide lower and lower down her back. She gasped softly at the sensation, her eyes widening as she stared up at him this time, “I think you’re just trying to prove a point.” He replied huskily as he pulled his hand away from hers and began to trace it up her arm. She felt a thin line of fire spreading from where he’d touched.

“Gator,” She warned him as his palm brushed across the side of her breast, “You’re going to get us caught.” She told him quickly, pulling both of his hands back to an appropriate place on her hips. She held onto his hands for just a second before she put her arms over his shoulders.

“Don’t you want to know what the point is?” He asked, looking a little cocky as he bent a little further. She traced her eyes over his features, feeling like he already knew the answer to that. He was teasing her, toying with her emotions. She straightened herself out a little bit, trying to ignore the way his hands were drifting lower and lower.

“Alright,” She said softly as she drew her eyes up towards him again, “Since you clearly know me better than I know myself, what sort of point am I trying to make?” She asked him, flicking her head just a bit to get her bangs from her face. His lips curled up into a smirk.

“I think you’re trying to make me jealous.” He whispered lowly, his head tilted in her direction as he spoke. Her eyes fell to his lips, feeling drawn in by the way they moved as the words rolled off of his tongue. They were such a soft pink, like the inside of a flower.

“Oh, am I?” She questioned him, drawing her eyes back up to his gaze. It was hot and heavy, entirely too intense as her heart continued to thump roughly against her ribs. She was sure he could hear it if he listened close enough. She hadn’t gotten with Hugh for any of those reasons. When she’d met him, she was sure that she’d never see Gator again. Desperation had brought her back. That was all.

“Mhm,” He said softly, nodding his head as the next song began to play. It was slower, a little too sensual as the sun began to dip underneath the hill. The rays caught against his skin, lighting him up in a warm glow, “I think you just want to catch my attention so I’ll ruin your little wedding.” He mumbled as his fingertips pressed lightly into her hips.

“Huh,” She drew out slowly, turning away from his gaze to ensure that they weren’t being too conspicuous, “That’s a fun little theory, but I wouldn’t like the scandal. You should know that if you’re so smart.” She pointed out, trying to keep herself from playing with the collar of his shirt. He pulled her a little closer, just enough for their clothes to brush against one another.

“You already started a scandal by marrying someone else,” He mumbled underneath his breath, his gaze hot and heavy, “I think you like the attention.” He spat back, challenging her as his hands wandered a little lower. She felt a shiver racing up her spine.

“I think you’re full of it.” She told him in response, but made no effort to stop his movements. She waited, almost hoping that he would do something rash. She wanted to know if he really would make an effort to stop the wedding.

“I guarantee that you’re only with that guy to try and upset me.” He said again, rocking his hips forward just a bit. She felt her breath hitch for a moment as she pressed her fingertips roughly into the material of his shirt. It felt nice against her skin.

“I guarantee ,” She drew out slowly, “That you’re just trying to get a rise out of me.” She told him seriously, wondering if he was just trying to make her cause a scene. She wouldn’t. If there was something to admit, he’d have to be the one to do so.

“Is it working?” He asked as amusement spread over his features. She had a strong urge to move her hand so she could touch his skin, but resisted. She chewed on her bottom lip, hiding her own smile as she shrugged her shoulders.

He swayed her back and forth, dancing with her for far too long as other people passed their partners back and forth. She blinked softly, thinking that maybe in a different life this could’ve been their engagement party.

“It’s getting hot out here,” He mumbled as his fingertip rubbed softly over the trail down to her ass. She watched him, slowly nodding her head in agreement, “Some iced tea might be nice.” He suggested slyly. She felt her heart racing, clearly knowing there was a pitcher on one of the tables for that exact reason.

“I can make you some in the house,” She replied instead, her heart hammering as she pulled away slowly, “With lots of sugar.” She played it off, trying to act like she was doing it for his benefit. She had no desire to make him anything.

“Sounds nice.” He agreed, watching the way she finally dropped her hands from his shoulders. She turned slowly, exhaling deeply as she pulled her hands to her stomach. She played with her fingers, hoping that Gator was keeping a safe enough distance that it wasn’t suspicious.

She felt a little safer once they passed through the crowd, back up to the porch where no one was lingering. She took one last glance around, grinning as Gator stepped in front of her to slide the door open.

She paused, her heels tapping against the floor as she walked through the dining room. She peaked in the kitchen, in the living room and up the stairs to ensure that no one was lingering in the house. By the time she turned to face him, he was on her.

His large hands cupped her soft face, squeezing as his lips brushed against hers roughly. She craved the taste of him, the feeling of his hot mouth against her own. She brought her arm across his shoulders, pulling him closer as his tongue brushed against her bottom lip.

“Someone will see,” She mumbled as he continually pressed his lips against hers, snapping out of her little haze as she became more aware of the large glass windows. She dragged her mouth against his just a messily, kissing him harshly as he pressed her against the counter, “Not in here.” She begged him softly, ashamed at how she couldn’t find it in herself to push him away.

His lips curled into a lazy smirk as he gripped her waist, pushing her towards the dingy laundry room. She giggled, trusting him as she messily walked backwards and blindly searched for the light that would expose his features to her once again. She didn’t want to do it in the dark. She wanted to see him.

She messily unbuttoned his shirt, struggling at the frantic way their lips were dragging against one another’s. It was sloppy, messy as his tongue flicked against her own. She tugged it off just enough to let it hang limply at his sides.

She breathed out, admiring his soft muscles as she pressed her fingertips against his shoulders. She touched his freckled skin, her eyes dancing across his pretty moles before pressing her fingers against his puffy nipples. She brushed her nails through the hair on his chest next. She slowly dragged one finger down the trail, dipping down across his belly button and his lower abdomen before she stopped at his pants.

He pushed her back against the washer machine, hiding them away behind the door as she flicked her tongue across his lips this time. She gasped as his large hands squeezed at her boobs, lightly kneading them together before his hands moved further down.

He pushed her dress up over her hips, groaning softly as he took in the lacey thong she was wearing. She felt her cheeks heat up, flushing at the cocky look that grew in his warm eyes. She pursed her lips together, her hands shaking as she fumbled with the loops of his belt.

“Who's the needy one now?”

“Just wanna feel good,” She whispered softly, fully aware of the desperation that was etched across her features, “I want you to make me feel good.” She whispered a second later, feeling full of lust as she tugged his body closer to her.

He paused, his mouth dangerously close to hers as he examined her for just a quick second. His eyes lingered against hers, like he was trying to tell if she meant her words or not. She tilted her head up towards him, fluttering her eyelashes in hopes that he’d be able to tell just how serious she was.

She kissed him first this time, her lips dragging against his sweetly as she tasted the sweet watermelon on his lips. She brought one arm around his shoulder, resting it lazily as she tilted her face up closer to his. His fingers lightly draped across her hips, just barely dipping against the material of her panties before he pressed one large hand against the back of her thigh and placed it over his hip.

She could hear her heart pounding in her chest as he used his other hand to free himself, his cock hard and glistening as he slowly pumped the length of his dick up and down. She watched, her eyes burning into his skin as she thought of how long and thick he was. It’d been so long. She wondered if it would hurt.

“Gator,” She breathed out softly, her nose brushing against his as she turned her gaze up towards him again, “I haven’t-,” She stopped herself, unsure if she should clarify what she was going to say. She didn’t want him to think that she would forever be waiting for him, that she was pathetic. Even if she was.

“S’alright,” He spoke softly as his pink lips curled up into a gentle smile, “I’ll go slow.” He promised, his gaze intense as he held onto her eye contact. She swallowed roughly, wondering if he could feel just how hard her heart was thumping inside of her chest.

He pressed her thong to the side slowly, exposing her pink clit and folds as he slowly dragged the tip of his cock across her wet pussy. She inhaled deeply, her lips parting as she admired the way his eyebrows were slowly beginning to knit together. He was handsome, pretty even.

She wrapped one hand around his bicep, the other digging into his shoulder as he languidly stuffed his cock inside of her tight walls. She exhaled, her lungs empty as his thick cock stretched her walls out. She turned her gaze away from him, looking down at where their bodies met as she watched him slowly disappear inside of her.

It burned and was slightly uncomfortable as she felt herself clinging to him. It wasn’t as unbearable as their first time, but just enough to make her press a hand against his hips to stall his movements for just a quick second so she could fill her lungs again.

“You alright?” Gator asked hoarsely, his features tight with pleasure as he pushed her hair from her eyes. She felt like her tongue was two sizes too big, as she suddenly couldn’t form any words as she willed herself to adjust around him. She nodded her head, trying to focus on the pleasure rather than the slight pain.

He brought his lips down against the crook of her right neck, licking at the mole that was delicately placed there before he dragged his lips up slowly. She shivered underneath his touch, her thighs jerking as he nibbled across the sensitive area on her skin. He licked at her skin slowly, before bringing his lips back to the same spot.

She exhaled, feeling the pleasure beginning to coil inside of her stomach as he pressed the remainder of his thick cock inside of her warm cunt. He dragged his fingertips forward, dancing them across her clit in a teasing manner as a soft moan left her lips.

“Gator,” She crooned, feeling like she had jolts of pleasure that were trickling through her veins. It spread through her body. To the top of her head and down to the bottom of her toes. Everything suddenly felt too good, too warm as her cunt clenched down around his cock, “More. S’alright. I want more.” She begged earnestly, rolling her hips forward to make a point.

She cried out softly at her own movements, gasping as her clit brushed against his soft hairs. He pressed his forehead against her own, his breath warm as he dug his fingertips into her soft thigh. He groaned as he slowly pulled his hips back and then pressed his cock deeper inside of her velvety walls.

“Christ,” He spit out, his eyes looking at her lustfully as he slowly rocked himself backwards and then shoved his cock in deeper inside of her. Her head fell back with the movements, gasping at the feeling of being stretched around him. The burn was pleasurable this time, leaving her with a dire need for more. She gasped as she held onto him, wondering how she’d gone three long years without feeling him like this, “This feel good?”

“Yeah,” She cried out softly, pulling him closer as the edge of the washer began to dig into her back. She didn’t care; didn’t even care if he left marks on her. All she could focus on was him, all of him, “Feels so good.” She reassured him, tilting her mouth up towards him.

He groaned softly, his warm breath tickling against her features as he did so. She whined at the feeling of his hard cock curving up into her, dangerously close to the spot that made her see stars. His lips curled up just so softly, like he already knew what he was doing. Their bodies molded into one, like they were falling back into place after being split apart.

She brought her lips against his again, stealing the groan that was forming on his lips. She swallowed it, flicking her tongue against his in a messy way as he squeezed tightly at her thigh. She wondered if he’d leave bruises on her, if she’d have to cover them up. The excitement of possibly having to do so was almost too much for her to handle.

Her pussy squeezed around his cock, coating him in her slick as she squelched around him. The sound of their muffled moans bounced around in the laundry room, hidden away by the loud sound of the laundry machines at work.

He roughly moved a hand up to the top of her dress, forcing it down enough to free her tits from her top. Her boobs bounced with his rough movements, getting slightly wet from the spit trail that fell from their messy kiss. She moaned at the feeling, enjoying how his fingers spread the spit across her hardening buds.

She got lost in their kiss, lost in the feeling of his cock brushing against the spot that left her whining and whimpering. Her body shook, desperately willing for him to be closer to her. She parted her lips, rolling her tongue against his once again as a loud moan formed in her chest.

“Daphne?” Hugh’s voice rang out from the kitchen, dangerously close as Gator placed open mouthed kisses against the side of her mouth. She felt her eyes widen, her pulse quicken as she was sure they’d be caught.

Gator moved his large palm over her mouth, silencing any sounds of pleasure or protest as he continued to rut his cock deep inside of her. She felt her eyes fluttering as she fought to keep them from rolling back in her head; fought to keep her legs from collapsing in pleasure.

“What do you think your little boyfriend would think?” Gator whispered harshly in her ear, his breath warm and hot against her earlobe as her cunt dripped along his heavy cock. She turned her eyes towards him, her eyebrows knitted together from the pleasure that was vibrating against her clit, “Does he know you’re my little whore? That you belong to me?”

She shook her head, feeling like there was drool falling from her lips as she looked towards him desperately. She didn’t want him to stop, not even if it meant Hugh finding out about them. For some reason it only spurred her on, made her dig her heel a little deeper into his hip.

“Are you in here?” Hugh’s voice rang out again, the sound of his shoes tapping against the floor ringing into the laundry room as he walked around the kitchen. It took everything in her to keep from crying out as the tip of Gator’s cock pressed against her g-spot, nearly rocking her over the edge right there, “Your mom wanted more pictures!” He yelled a little louder, a sense of amusement in his tone.

“You wanna go out like this?” Gator teased her as he circled a finger around her hardened nipple, before pinching it softly. She whimpered against his palm, her body twitching in anticipation as she did her best to warn him with her eyes. She wouldn’t be able to keep herself quiet if he kept teasing her.

She mumbled a soft no against his skin, whining softly as the pleasure continued to build and twist in her stomach. She desperately pulled him closer, her nails digging into his skin as his breath continued to fan over her face.

Gator let out a soft groan, his sweaty forehead brushing against hers as he pressed his body closer against hers. She licked at his palm, teasingly moving her tongue around as she enjoyed the way he rocked his cock inside of her. She savored every inch, each vein and curve of his cock as her pussy clamped down around his thick girth. The sounds of their skin meeting, their bodies molding into one rang quietly in the room as the sound of the door to the kitchen slowly slid open then shut again.

“Is he gone?” She whispered out harshly, her voice breaking in pleasure as she tried to keep her eyes focused on him. She tried to memorize the way his features twisted in pleasure, how his neck tightened as sounds of pleasure left his lips.

“I think so,” Gator groaned as his lips fell open against her mouth, “Jesus. You feel so good.” He spoke against her lips, barely sealing their mouths together as his cock continually hit against her bundle of nerves. She cried out, her body clamping down around him to keep them in sync.

“Mhm, I’m so close,” She breathed out harshly, her mind fuzzy with the pleasure that was racing up her spine, “You make me feel so good.” She whined softly, wishing that this feeling would never end.

He grumbled underneath his breath in response, whispering something so low that she couldn’t even make out what it was. She felt her body shivering in response, the pleasure becoming overbearing as she felt her stomach muscles clenching tightly together in awe.

“Gator,” She whined, her toes curling tightly in her heels as she dug her fingertips into his skin, “Oh God.” She gasped loudly as the bridge inside of her collapsed, throwing her pleasure over the edge as she came with a cry. She wiggled against him, her eyes filling with stars as he brought her as close to heaven as they could manage.

“Fuck, Jesus, fuck.” Gator spit out harshly, sounding just as desperate for his release as his nose brushed against her warm cheek. She licked at her lips, trying to keep from being too loud as her cunt ached around his throbbing cock.

He filled her, his hips pressing deep against her as his head fell into the crook of her neck. He groaned loudly, clawing at her thighs as he emptied his cock inside of her cunt. She whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut as his warm spunk coated her walls. She wiggled her hips, her clit throbbing from the sensation.

She clawed at him just as desperately, not wanting to miss one second of his flesh against her own. She could feel his heart throbbing against his skin, beating in the same rough rhythm as her own. He sighed against her neck, leaving behind a small dribble of spit as he rose to face her again.

She stared up in awe at the way his eyebrows had relaxed, the smooth lines on his features and how home like his eyes suddenly felt. She liked staring at them; enjoyed how they seemed to be a mess of different colors. They were a warm brown, but sometimes they seemed to have a vast amount of green mingled in them. Sometimes they seemed to be golden.

She took in his flushed skin before her gaze fell to his cupid's bow lips. She brought her fingertips up delicately, touching them as if to confirm that he was real. She watched the way they moved against her skin, and she enjoyed how soft and wet they felt against her.

She moved her hands up to his hair next, slicking the messy strands back into their usual position. His eyes stayed on her the whole time, like he was waiting too. She wished she had the strength to push him off, to tell him this would never happen again.

Instead she brushed her nose against his again, enjoying the rough way he was still breathing as her eyes fell shut. She fell into her own little fantasy for a moment, imagining that this wasn’t wrong. She imagined that Gator was hers and that everything was okay.

#Gator Tillman #Gator Tillman smut #Gator Tillman x oc #Gator Tillman x Fem!oc #Gator x Daphne #Every Little Thing #Fargo #gator tillman fic

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names-for-alters · 2 months

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Hello one and all, alters and headmates! I am Charlie! I like to make lists! I also hoard names! Are you looking for a name? GREAT! You can send an ask and request a specific aesthetic or origin of name, or you can look at my list!

With that said…

…Cracks knuckles…

Findo Tach Tails Flicker Tracer Kat Iris Blu Brick Arlo Sammy Artie Finn Stein Aleksandr Vora Olive Luna Nyx Cyrus Qrow Orian Cello Onyx Skye Grim Opal Dawn Azure Fish Bones Poppy Bronze Eggs Sparky Specs Snickers Trout Navi Bingo Chili Bandit Stripe Busker Socks Brandy Frisky Winston Lucky Chucky Bently Judo Rusty Max Honey Indie Calypso Striker Merle Moxxie Vex Ant Bugger Bee Spider Tails Hook Indigo Amber Coco Coral Scarlet Ivory Jade Ruby Emerald Chuck Loden Copper Hamelin Neo Shepard Cinnamon Visor Macalister Soul Hack Hiccup Flynn Rider Astrid Jay Raven Robyn Bolt Dagger Viper Tracer Cornwall Flock Sapphire Crystal Ghost Mochi Trick Catra Rose Raven Flip Chani Racket Red Crimson Dragon Runt Scotch Tellie Gator Croc Crow Goat Duck Creeper Kuma Jet Jeep Draco Poppy Sombra Raine Squish Spike Blaze Ender Drake Sandy MK PJ DJ CJ MJ King Creak Shadow Clay Dusty Miles Dart Willow Antonius Husk Moth Cypher Jin Yin Yang Daisy Gray / Grey Alistair Halo Angel Cake Fennec Fox Null Lull Bastion Lucky Sun Star Cosmo Tweety Vox Nerys Sonic Bark Birch Oak Cherry Blossom Peaches Velvet Shell Coffee Valley Fang Moot Redpath Pudding X V Jr Ether Fig Trunk Joy Frogger Snowflake Snowball Snow Jumper Racket Flare Vendetta Loonie Coin Six Eleven Tropica Stelina Mojave Ink Sud Fender Zero Pollen Wysteria Page Ozias Rex Tortch Buck Nickel Stripe Lynch Tramp Wolf Pup Tank Jhariah Kharma Zenith Sparrow Prism Lemon Mune Lamb Pyke Diamond Parker Graves Fizz Nugget Melody Tink Blight Fangless Ambress Vulture Eclipse Luka Bangle Constance Constantine Sommar Babble Clank Bobble Chipper Aidan Slate Tin Twire Zephyr Silver Misty Faunus Atlas Birdie Brook Cedar Chip Coal Daisy Ember Faye Fate Fern Flint Harmony Helios Ivy Junx Kit Lyria Phoebe Piper Lady Beacon Elos Rumble Ida Cross Zed Scootie Smidge Clauger Happy Sonny Hath Soldier River Song Clawtor Videl Legen Onen Chunk Reid Pop Cobra Cash Clover Saris Volante Donna Belladonna Gale Chopper Morphias Vidia Loft Kape Levi Licker Howl Dustin Newt Creek Breezy Polaris Blight Archer Sirius Warren Dream Goon Cookie Ranger Amity Jericho Viggo Besko Asra Alice Olaf Mossfeld Issic Missy Rascal Creasy Nonya Hex Pita Miguel Manuel Rayburn Daisy Dash Lucky Becky Steele Cylo Featherstone Kingston Netherfield Reacher Saltburn Quick Rubble Dust Brimstone Humble Ado Grover Norvanos Leshy Blade Cooper Calcium

Leo

Leonardo

Lebony

Silver

Linzier

Pearl

blackberry

Tatin

Bud

Raphael

Pebble

Mina

Linda

Oolong

Daeo/Dayo/Dao

Inco

Ketlyn

Risa

Ines

Lora

Flock

Lux

Rix

Reah

Destinty

Bet

Ange

Krixa

Lalien

Gloom

Bug

Rozy

Mars

Screech

Jenny

Robert

Patrick

Pierre Rosemary

Henderson

Mayfield

Sinclair

Sullivan

Hart

Solace

Daughtler

Stoll

Gatlin

Yearwood

Amos

Graves

Rothschild

Halley

Spektor

Presley

Redd

Blackwood

Notvletti

Valerie

Milo

Marian

Lychee

Aiden

Nova

Vel

Bel

Yuri

Puro

Pluto

Ramona

Angel

Nada

Shen

Mog

Hania

Udge

Kinetic

Kikos Wathel

Dupa

Sierre

Jimor

Teddy

coc

Scara

River

Shade

Foenem

Duck

Emily

Toast

Reunna

Ichigo

Rae

Sonic

MoonL

Lennus

cabaran

Marto

Leveer

Granite

#alter names #names for alters #osdd #did #endo neutral #names #list of names #random names #good names #introjects #osddid #fictives #need names? I got names #name hoard #name requests #names for you

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vampyre-gutz · 2 years

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Here’s a list of Alphabetically sorted ‘Call Signs’ for you if you: can’t figure out what yours would be, you need one for an OC, or for whatever other purpose! :)

!! Some of these came off the internet and are real call signs! Some are from Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick which is probably why some of them may seem familiar. Good luck aviators. !!

A: Angel, Alphabet, Agony, Arrow, Assassin, Aggy, Ace, Animal, Astro.

B: Black Cat, Bronco, Bruise, Brick, Basher, Bulldog, Breaker, Blaze, Boomerang, B.O.B, Blade, Bullet, Bull, Bullseye, Bucket, Biggie, Birdie, Boots, Bones, Badger, Buzz, Big-sky, Baby Bat, Bubbly.

C: Cobra, Cypher, Casper, Charge, Cougar, Cyclone, Crow, Cyclops, Chipper, Coyote, Cargo, Charlie, Chaser, Cryo, Chuck, Creed, CooCoo, Cannonball, Circuit, Crash, Colt, Cruella, Creature, Chicken Little.

D: Dynamite, Dusty, Dash, Demo, Dice, Duck, Domino, Dover, Dozer, Diesel, Darling, Dasher, DoDo, Dipper, Digger., Deuce, Django, Dottie, Deception.

E: Elvis, Enigma, Egghead.

F: Flatline, Fireball, Fighter, Frost, Fancy, Feather, Flame, Frogman, Fifi, Firecracker, Fun-sized, Fruit Bat, Fungus.

G: Ghost, Goose, Giggles, Gucci, Ghostrider, Grizzly, Great White (shark), Gills, Gibbs, Gonzo, Ginger, Gator, Growler, Gretel, Graveyard, Ghoul, GG, G-Lord.

H: Hangman, Hammer, Hijax, Hijinx, Hollywood, Hurricane, Howler, Heater, Hawk, Honey, High-Tech, Hard Shell, Hydra, Horns, Heebee-Jeebee, Heartbreak, Hellcat, Hansel.

I: Iceman, Ivy.

J: Joker, Jinx, Jester, Jaws, Jacket, Judge, Jumper, Jaguar, Jigsaw, Judas.

K: Killer, Knight, Kanga, Krunch, Kindle.

L: Lucky, Legend, Little red, Lick, Lightbeam, Lambchop, Lover-boy, Lovebug, Lunch Money, Lucifer.

M: Maverick, Mouse, Mad Dog, Maniac, Machine, Mutt, Merlin, Mellow, Major, Mugsy, Mistletoe, Micro, Mamba, Mule, Mad, Memo, Magician, Monster, Moony, Midnight, Magic, Mastermind, Mare, Mustache, Moby, Mortician, Mortimer, Massacre, Mad Hatter.

N: Nova, Navigator, Nerd, Nugget.

O: Ox, Omen, Obi, Octave/Octavia, Oopsie Daisy.

P: Puddle, Porky, Poison, Payback, Phoenix, PopTop, Pyro, Pitch, Puggsy, Princess, Puke, Poltergeist, Phantom, Peacock, Puzzle, Peter Pan.

Q: Quiver, Queenie, Q-tip.

R: Razor, Ripper, Rattlesnake, Rooster, Rebound, Rush, Red, Rags, Robin, Rusty, Rebel, Radiator, Rottweiler, Rapid, Rambo, Red Flag, Rockstar.

S: SHOCK, Skipper, Showoff, Sparrow, Slayer, Smiley, Songbird, Shadow, Scooby, Slider, Sundown, Stinger, Sludge, Shredder, Storm, Silence, Stretch, Serpent, Scout, Shark, Stag, Slick, Sassy, Scooter, Soprano, Spring, Strike, Scorpion, Showtopper, Stallion, Sweet ‘n Sour, Scarlet Witch, Surge, Spinach.

T: Tiger, Taz (Tasmanian Devil), Thunder, Twinkle-Toes, Tank, Tweety, T-Bone, Tumble Weed, Trouble, Tombstone, Tug, Toon, Twitch, Turbo, Tart, Teacup.

U: Uber, Unicorn, Ultimate, Unseen.

V: Viper, Vapor, Vampire, VooDoo, Vanilla, Vine, Venom.

W: Wiki, Wolfman, Wizard, Warlock, Wildcard, Wednesday, Wildfire, Wonderland, White Rabbit.

X: Xeno, X-man, Xanadu.

Y: Youngin.

Z: Zeus, Zebra, Zig-Zag, Zimm.

#top gun #call signs #top gun maverick #call sign ideas #military #us navy #us navy fighter pilot #fighter pilot #pilot call signs

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laurasanchez36 · 3 months

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Theodore the rockstar Eagle/Crocodile hybrid My NEW MSA X FNAF SB OC

Full Name: Theodore the rockstar Eagle/Crocodile hybrid

Nicknames: Theodore, Theo, Glamstar Theodore/Theo

Gender: Male

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Age: 24

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Favourite Shows/Games: ___/___/___

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Family Members Relatives: Gus Borges (his father/owner of her Pizza Partytime Place Restaurant)

Other Family Members Relatives:

Species: Animatronic Eagle/Crocodile hybrid

Friends: Glamstar Crysta the humanoid princess singer, Snowlight the snow fox, Aaron the Dancing Bear, Glamstar Daisy the Farmer Chicken, Sindy the humanoid childcare Ragdoll and Lulu the humanoid naptime childcare Ragdoll, Glamstar Huey the flying Squrriel, Carlie the humanoid rockstar Wolf, Samson the Prince Ventexian (The new friend/Member of the band and gang),

Enemies:

Alignment: Good

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@sfcabanasstarcgs and @mysteryideasgroup

This one sounds like Rex from Welcome to Dreamworld, Hawkodile from Unikitty and Monty Gator from FNAF SB

#msa x fnaf sb #msa x fnaf sb au #msa au crossover #msa au #my new msa x fnaf sb oc #theodore the rockstar eagle/crocodile hybrid my new msa x fnaf sb oc

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Lol i know what it like being picky with my asmr. Theres just somethings a cant stand. Its not just the voice, its the sound effects, atmosphere and who someone can build a room without being blunt. Okay bare with me, these are all the series I've collected over the years and its ALOT(these are all series but i can suggest more oneshots) Here the list

-Rescued From Aliens |KimCarter| (More about roleplay with some storyline. Also alot of VA channels collaborated for this one. Alot of sound effects but can be overwelming with some viewers. Im pretty sure this story is continuing)

-Gator Boys |Obsidian Lantern| (In siren son's universe also featuring as a character. Good amount of storyline without it making you confused. Somewhat slowburn without the whole story being overly romantic. Turns listener human and the character halfbloods. Also okay sound effects. Story is still continuing but it takes him a long time to update this series)

-Demon Roommate |Yuurivoice| (More romantic roleplay with no real storyline, more like a bunch on oneshots with you two growing closer. Cute and simple with a great voice)

-Bittersweet |Yuurivoice| (A personal favorite series with GREAT storyline containing secrets and some lore without being confusing. Romantic, angst, forgiveness with a twink thrown in there for goodluck. Series is continuing but its kinda at a standstill)

-Daughter of Khan |Joseph Holloway| (platonic roleplay of sherekhan and his daughter growing up. Good storyline with great soundeffects without being overwelming. No real lore but still good RP. I highly suggest checking out his other works. Season 2 is coming out)

-The Theif's Tale |Nomads tales & Audios| (Decent story with good sound effects. Two thiefs who do heists together realize their old partner may not be as they seem)

-The City Wolf and the Country Lamb |Nomads tales & Audios| (Series that helped me through covid. Decent story with decent acting from a small handful of other creators. Romantic story with themes of little angst and some betrayal. One of the detective ones i like with more episodes on the way)

-The New Jersey Rats |Escaped Audios| (I LOVE this series! Mafia themed without all the overused sterotypes of other roleplay. Good story with good sound effects Series is at a end but theres a video of before this series which is also pretty good.)

-Strange lands, Stranger people |Hollow_VA| (More asmr that the rest of these series but still good storyline. Theres more episodes but hes not the best at making playlists. One of my first series i liked. About a mage escaping from their town but needs a guide through the dessert to meet who they're looking for, Luckily Jackle is there to charm his way. Im pretty sure he stopped this series without actually announcing it.)

-Daisy |Audio by Dominic| (Mafia x florist listener. Some mafia sterotypes but with a great spin. Decent story with good sound effects. Series is ongoing)

-Time Traveler Husband |Exhibit A| (My absolute first series i loved. Decent storyline with decent effects. Doctor who inspired romantic themes with a tad of angst. Series is ended)

-Wolf Falls for Red RiddingHood |Allegretto| (Smal series but still decent. Alot more romantic than the others but a cute story)

WOO i think thats all the series that comes to mind after about 4 years of liking roleplay audios. Tell me if you like any of them!! ^^

Well! Considering I've already seen a good chunk of these reminds me that I've been lingering on the Audio RP scene for... a long time. Like, Hollow_ was one of my first Audio RP channels back when I was in uni. I first listened to Strange Lands, Stranger People like 5 years ago or something? (I graduated 4.25 years ago-ish so... I got into Hollow_ like 6 years ago? Hotel Sanguine was actually one of my favorites of his. Which means I've been listening to SalemAudio for like ~7 and he was I think the first proper Audio RP channel I listened to back when he was still "unasmr")

Let's see, of these, I've seen Rescued from Aliens (though I was unaware it was ongoing. I'll have to check out the rest! I was really excited for the huge collab that was the first one though!), Gator Boys (Looove Obsidian Lantern's sense of humor and creative style), bits of both Yuurivoice series (I have a hard time keeping track of his stuff), both Nomad ones because Nomad is one of my absolute favorite storytellers, New Jersey Rats (Escaped is a chaos gremlin here and I'm here for it), and Strange Lands, Stranger People (as mentioned above)!

I'll see about poking my nose into the other ones and see if I like anything. I've heard one or two Joseph Holloway audios but never followed it closely.

I'm really interested in those last two! Audios By Dominic's voice never quite vibed with me but we'll see if I can give it a shot.

Thanks for the reccs!

#even if I've already seen a chunk of them lol #answered

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1, 6, and 7

thank you!!! this was the answer tumblr fucking ate originally 💀

1. Who was your first ever OC? Do you still “use” them? How have they evolved over time?

first ever oc was one i made when i was like 3-4 with my grandma and i called her nature girl. she was a superhero plant woman fairy thing—very inspired by that one green fairy from neopets as i got older lol. but i don’t use her at all she’s not really my style anymore tho i do still enjoy fairies. i think it’d be interesting to try and give her a form or design—a revamp of some sort, and i tried in like 2015 i think but i don’t feel like trying to find that sketchbook lol. it doesn’t do her justice but maybe i’ll try again one day.

6. Do you have any OCs without stories? Will you ever create one for them?

quite a bit but sorta—mostly bc all of my characters have at least a bare bones general gist about them? however between characters i only draw or characters that were abandoned from old wips with my ex/roleplays that i don’t do anymore i do have some. i usually try to repurpose these ocs; like di, toph, quill, red, hel (all came from the same now defunct universe for example) but there are some that just kind of exist in limbo bc they’re so tied to their stories i can’t figure out what to do with them (an example is aslin rou eliduel; a fae esque dude) or i just can’t think of much to do with them (like utah & gator as an example). soooo i wanna do stuff with all my ideas if i can but i’ve accepted that sometimes it takes time or maybe it won’t happen at all lol.

7. What are your favourite relationships between your OCs? (romantic or platonic!)

i have a LOOOOT of favorite relationships across my wips. amon & hya are the obvious chief otp but here are some of my other favorites:

TCOL: by nature of having a huge cast i have a lot of favorite relationships but clear x forte, lath & ensio (i’m extremely not normal about them), piper & saith (ugh… the unrequited really hits the spot for me idk), erik x dion (THEM!!!!!), cameron x jihi (ouGhHh), and altair x charissa i’m not normal about

carlos & jenna from TLSS are my literal everything do not separate. also the polycule from donut wip of julissa, andres, saul, daisy, and joaquin is 🤌🏾🤌🏾. juls and juvia’s sisterhood makes me emo also

GOD EATER: not normal about naveah & little bear or taj x thei or the four of them in any aspect. also while lucifer x ava / lucifer x kyu is SLIGHT crack i’m still 👀

TGWD: definitely graves and dove but that’s obvious

VDTRT: aside from darren x gabe, dave x estel (crackish but it’s lowkey canon to me), corsel x blackpeak, and raymond x laurent (ESPECIALLY THESE TWO OHHHHHHHH MY GOD) do it for me

dead rites: i mean n x bibi for sure. you’ll notice the pattern that i make wips based on the relationships i’m not normal about 8 times out of 10

LR: di x toph but also trish x nix they are so cute i’m obsessed with them and their little family. nix & toph’s friendship also makes me mad emo, and beki, crispin, rill are chefs kiss (besties)

ALIZATH: kirsi x juven x amarette might become a thing bc i’m kinda 👀👀

PURPLE HAZE: calvin & jake’s friendship means the world to me but also jake x luke i’m not normal about and jenny x ramone are ADORABLE

MOUNT HEREDOSA: i mean. nyoka x verin are boning and that’s the whole story

NAD: the friendship between nyseah, don, and alona makes me emo. the found family is so strong in this wip esp among nyssie and all her kiddos :((((

GOTHICA: genuinely surprised at how attached i got to len x aurora x mori

THE WHITE SHIRTS: marin x prosper are a… guilty pleasure of mine.

SUPERNATURAL DADS: i mean hue x jihan

CELESTIAL WEDDINGS: is all about relationships but i’m specifically feral about dag x lillia (UGHHHh), dag x aenlin (obsessed with them a LOT), dag x vigustav (OUGHHHHHHHH), and dag x zhujen (emotional damage). also dag x almine is just extremely hot thanks.

SIXTEEN CANDLES: i’m biased about ranger x nanette

TEARDROPS: QUILL AND CINN EMOTIONALLY HEALTHY EXES WHO ARE RIDE OR DIE FOR EACH OTHER HAVE MY WHOLE HEART

RED DEATH: red and hel im just *vibrates*

PERI & DANDY: peri x dandy bc it’s basically selfcest but it isn’t and i love them and they love each other, but also emotional about she x he :(((((( them :((((

DREAM TEAM: the four hooligans and their wild ass friendship (oliver, britt, seth, & danny)

MARVIN AND LINDA: i mean it’s in the name. they’re full of pain.

#about renjamin

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cursedrizzo · 8 months

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sadhours · 2 months

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scumbag blues • regular john

gator tillman x f!oc

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cw: 18+ minors dni, drug use, sex work, smut, p in v, angst, Gator is mean but so is Daisy

Gator hates going to the sheriff’s department since his date with Faye went awry. She looks at him differently. But Roy’s insistent he keeps on courting her. And with him being banned by Daisy, Faye’s looking prettier and prettier every day. Though, Gator’s banned, he drives by the inn twice a day. Checking for cars. Daisy’s busy. Always a car he don't recognize or Daphne’s beat up pick up truck. Can only imagine what Daphne says about him. He tried to get with her back in school. Before Daisy was selling herself. Daphne was someone his dad liked and Gator liked how Daphne looked, along with the reasons his dad liked her. Roy encouraged Gator pursuing Daphne and they went on a couple of dates. But then Gator asked a little too much about her best friend, Daisy and Daphne seemed disinterested. Then Daisy started talking to Gator during gym class which embarrassed Gator so he was rude to her. He knew Daphne had gossiped about their dates and felt like Daisy talked to him out of pity.

But Daisy was persistent and well, she was a cheerleader. They winded up at the same parties after games. She’d find her way to Gator and gush about how well he played. Then he got tackled by a motherfucker twice his size and broke his ankle. Daphne signed his cast in big letters that took up a whole half of it. Next thing he knew, Daisy was scribbling all pretty over it, looking up at him with these eyes and he couldn’t get the image out of his head. Jerked off to the thought of Daisy on her knees many, many times. But he was rude to her the whole time, told her to fuck off.

After graduation, Gator was two months into his training for deputy. His dad was hardcore about it. Gator slept four hours a night at most. Chores and training left him little room for anything. But he got away for a bonfire one night on his birthday. He remembers it well. Jason Aldean’s “Big Green Tractor” playing loud on someone’s speaker when it was whispered to him that you could fuck Daisy Way for two hundred bucks. And he’d just got five hundred for graduating from his grandad. Seemed like a good investment, so he set his sights on Daisy and drunkenly waddled over to her.

She was curled up with Daphne at the fire, wearing these low rise, boot cut jeans and a flowy white top. Her hair, bleached blonde in tangles from the harsh North Dakota wind. Stumbled in her boots when Gator extended his hand towards her. They held hands as they walked to his truck, silent after Gator said to her, “Heard a rumor ‘bout ya.”

“What’s the rumor?” Daisy slurred as Gator opened the backseat door of his truck and she settled inside. He stood between her knees, wrapped his fingers around her knees as he gazed up at her. Her eyeliner was smeared, eyes looking as drunk as he felt.

“Heard you’d let me do what I want for two hundred bucks,” Gator slurred back, “That true?”

“Rooster crow in the mornin’?” She hiccuped, face shifted something sultry.

“What?” Gator giggled, not expecting that response.

Daisy giggled in return, hands clutching his flannel, “Yes, Gator, give me two hundred bucks and you can do whatever you want to me.”

“Can I fuck you?” he wondered, hand moving to hold her jaw, brown eyes boring into her blue ones.

“If that’s what you want,” she whispered, “Is that what you want, Gator?”

He shuffled to pull his wallet out, pulls out two crisp hundred dollar bills and offered them to Daisy. She slipped them from his fingers and shoved them in her front pocket, “Fuck me, Gator.”

He moved quickly, getting in the truck between her legs and pushed he on her back. Kissed her filthy while his hands found purchase on her chest, squeezing at the swell of her tits through her bra and shirt. Daisy’s legs wrapped around his waist, hands grabbing the back of head while she kissed him back just as desperately. Writhed underneath him like a pig in mud, grunting and humming like she ain’t ever been happier. Gator believed it, dead set on losing his damned virginity to her. With the doors of the truck wide open, a sight for anyone walking by as he rutted into her, erection straining against his boxers. Daisy’s thighs were as warm as asphalt on a summer day, clenching around him with a vice grip. Gator had to cut the foreplay short ‘cause he damned near blew his load just kissing and dry humping her. It was race between them, shoving jeans and underwear low enough to get the pair of ‘em exposed.

Gator swore he saw her slick coating her thighs. Had to get his hand on her cunt, had to make sure she was just as soaked as she looked, and she was. She gripped his cock, pointed it to her entrance as she whispered about his size against his lips. Gave Gator this ego boost that had his hips jerking forward, sheathing his cock fully inside her in one swift motion. The pair of them moaned in pleasure, Gator was overwhelmed with the sensation. Daisy’s cunt squeezing him so tight and warm and wet, his hips stilled as his face nuzzled against her neck.

“Goddamn, Daisy,” he cursed, face all scrunched up.

“Fuck me,” she whined, rolling her hips as she scratched at the back of his head, “Gator! Your cocks fucking huge, oh my god!”

He bit her neck, trying to restrain his orgasm but it was edging closer and closer, way too quickly. Her fucked out voice made it so hard not to bust. Being inside Daisy weren’t nothing like fucking his own fist. His eyes rolled back in his eyes as he made sounds against her neck that sounded foreign on his intoxicated ears. Her thighs squeezed him something fierce as she tightened her grip on him, fucking herself on his cock. He pulled back, wrapped his hand around her throat as he demanded, “Don’t fucking move, slut. Lay still.”

Daisy whimpered, looking at him with goddamned stars in her eyes as her jaw dropped. She panted, whined, made beautiful sounds Gator could never forget. He was embarrassed by how quick he was about to cum, sure Daisy would run off and tell everyone she just took his virginity for a measly $200. But Daisy kept babbling. Wouldn’t fucking shut up.

“God, Gator! It’s so fucking big, holy fuck—“ she gasped, “feel it in my guts.”

Blew his load then, bare ass clenching as he emptied inside of her. Making a pathetic sound he ain’t ever made before. And Gator couldn’t help but make noise when he came but it wasn’t ever like this. This was the most pathetic he ever sounded in his life, hand gripping Daisy’s throat so tight her voice cut off. Her eyes rolled back in her head but the bitch had the nerve to thrust her hips up at him, milking even more from him and pulling yet another weak moan from him.

“Fuck—“ he let go of her throat as he pulled back. His cock was softening as he slipped it back into his jeans. Daisy didn’t even look disappointed, looked at him like he hung the moon and stars. Sat up as Gator zipped his pants up, grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss.

“Come to the Inn tomorrow,” she begged, licking his lower lip, “Wanna do that again with ya.”

Gator spent all his graduation money on Daisy.

“Good morning, Deputy Tillman,” Faye’s voice shocks him back to reality, pulls him out of the memory that has his dick filling out.

“Mornin’, Faye,” he greeted her, “I gotta check out some evidence, mind handing me the key?”

“Sure,” she replied, turning in her chair to grab it and from this angle, Gator can imagine she’s Daisy. Can imagine her turning around and having them plump lips and bright blue eyes. He’d bend her over the desk, that’s how pent up he is. Wishes he could fuck Daisy in front of every man in Stark County and show them who really owns her. Free of charge. But he sees Faye’s soft brown eyes and the fantasy is shattered.

“Thanks,” he grabs the keys and rushes past her and down the stairs. Makes his way to the evidence room, goes to the narcotics section and files through. Grabs a couple of bags of coke. The lotto ones. A couple of grams nobody’ll miss. Tucks them into his pocket but not after opening one and taking a quick bump, another bump. And then one more. He doesn’t say bye to Faye when he leaves. Finds himself in the cruiser, spills one of the baggies onto the center console. Cuts himself a line and snorts it with a hundred dollar bill, tries not to think about how the Benjamin would’ve winded up in Daisy’s pocket if she hadn’t “banned” him.

Coke fueled, he’s angry. Thinks, how could she fucking ban him. He’s the law. That’s how Gator finds himself at the Inn. No cars outside. Earl ain’t even home. But Daisy is.

“Daisy Tellulah Way,” he calls as he enters the door, “Come out with your hands up, got a warrant for your arrest.”

“Gator, that ain’t funny,” she seethes when she walks out of the kitchen. Gator’s fucked her in there. On the counter while she attempted to prepare breakfast for her pops. Thinks about it vividly as he gazes at her. She’s wearing a simple white dress, satin with lace at the bodice. Could marry her in that dress, he thinks as he looks at her. Kinda wants to drop to his knees and ask, but he ain’t gotta ring and she banned him. She fucking banned him.

“You look good,” he says instead, “Missed you.”

Her face softens at that. Makes Gator’s stomach flip. Makes him think he loves her. Almost drops to his knees again. Then her face hardens.

“I banned you from this place,” she exhales, looks exhausted.

“I don’t like her,” Gator admits, the coke working as a fucking truth serum. “She’s boring and she ain’t as pretty as you.”

Daisy wipes her face with her hand, narrows her eyes at Gator, “You ain’t banned ‘cause you got a girlfriend. You’re banned because you’re attached.”

“How am I attached if I have a girlfriend?” Gator argues.

“You’re here, telling me you don’t like your girlfriend. Gator, seriously, I need you to leave,” Daisy replies.

“Can’t leave,” Gator responds, “Gimme me an hour. I’ll pay whatever you want.”

Daisy scans his face, chuckles condensing as she announces, “You’re high.”

“High on how bad I need ya.”

“High on evidence that’s too easily accessible,” she mutters, “Go home. Jerk off. Forget about me, Gator.”

“‘Member the first time we hooked up?” Gator asks, palms bracing the desk as he edges closer to it.

“The first time you paid me to fuck you, you mean,” she argues and Gator waves his hand.

“I remember the way you looked at me,” he licks his lips, “You liked it. You ain’t ever liked sex before.”

“Sex is my job, Gator. I’m great at looking like I enjoy it,” Daisy retorts, “Leave.”

Gator doesn’t get it. In his recollection of their first sexual encounter, Daisy seemed to like it. He struggles to believe she’s been faking it this whole time. “I’ve made you squirt, hard to fake that.”

“Gator, seriously. Get the fuck out,” she replies, looking demure suddenly. Can’t hold his eye contact.

“Tell me you don’t want me.”

Daisy licks her lips, takes a deep breath before she leans over the desk, “I don’t want you. I never have and I never will. I’m a fucking prostitute, Gator.”

“You didn’t make me pay so many times,” he tries to argue.

Daisy smiles then purses her lips before she speaks again, “Felt bad for you. You’re fucking pathetic. Every god damn penny you make goes to me and I felt bad. But I don’t have any feelings for you. Except disdain. Please, leave.”

Gator sucks on his teeth, digs in his pocket for one of the grams of coke, tosses it on the desk. “Well, you’re good at your job. ‘Cause you had me convinced I fucking meant something to ya,” he swallows, “And yeah, maybe I got attached, maybe I fell for ya. Which makes me a big fat fucking loser. ‘Cause I do better than your fucking, tainted pussy. Can find a girl who hasn’t had every pathetic fuck in this town between her legs. Fuck you, Daisy. Hope you get fucking syphilus and die.”

Gator slams his door on the way out.

#gator tillman #gator tillman smut #gator tillman fic #gator tillman fargo #gator tillman x oc #gator tillman x reader

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outlaw-livin · 3 years

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A Familiar face. *Arthur Morgan x OFC*

This is sort of a sequel to When Emily Met Arthur.

While in the Swamps of Leymone Emily meets a familiar man with a golden horse and a warm smile.

Winter seemed a foreign concept to the swamps of Lemoyne and it was a vast difference to the Grizzly Mountains.

Daisy the Shire wasn’t a fan of the muddy ground and hated the alligators and snakes that make this place their home, So Emily decided to hitch a ride on the back of the wagon out to a fishing spot near the small settlement of Larkay.

She didn’t mind, truth be told Daisy always scared the fish away anyway.

The humidity frizzed her hair, and the bugs bit at the exposed skin of her arms as she sat on a log near the water's edge, waiting for her rod to move as a fish took her bait.

Fishing wasn’t something she did often, but Saint Denis had a lot of lawmen and it was best not to risk their wrath by walking its cobbled streets too much.

She sipped tepid water from the flask on her belt, she wasn’t built for the heat, she almost wished she’d stayed up north, better to freeze in the snow than be boiled in her own skin like a goose.

“Why couldn’t Skye settle somewhere nice like Valentine or hell, even Rhodes?”

She spoke her thoughts allowed as she sipped more water, it tasted like it had been in a kettle and was nowhere as near as refreshing as she wanted.

“How come whenever I see you you’re near water of some sort?”

The voice made Emily jump up and draw her pistol, she pointed at the chest of the man who spoke, a man with a golden horse.

She relaxed

“How come you always seem to sneak up on me?”

Arthur chuckles “Fair point, You won’t catch much fish here I’m afraid.” He gestures to the fishing rod “The village folk scare ‘em off you need to go deeper into the trees.”

The idea of that made Emily’s skin crawl, or maybe it was the bugs, she had heard rumors of strange people attacking anyone who dared to go into the thicket of green that covered most of the swamp.

She’d had enough crazy people attacking her when she rode through tall trees.

“I ain’t here to fish.” She shrugs “Not really…”

“Well this ain’t the perfect vacation spot.” Arthur tied Buell to a tree and took his hat off, wiping his brow with his shirt sleeve. “Where’s that Shire you were ridin’ last time?”

“Getting pampered at the stables.” Emily smiled, currently that horse was better off than her “She hates swamps and she’s such a loud thing she’d scare the fish away anyhow.”

Arthur smiled back, he had a nice smile, and now that she could see him better, he had nice soft brown eyes.

He sat himself down on a opposite rock

“The best thing to catch ‘round here is hogs.” he comments “But you gotta be careful because the smell attracts gators.”

“Everything in this hell hole seems to attract Gators.” She got to her feet, grimacing at the sweat patches that had formed behind her knees “Gimme a damn grizzly any day of the month.”

“You wouldn’t be much use against a grizzly at the moment, you ain’t even got a rifle.”

Emily thought she heard concern in his tone, or she was going crazy from dehydration.

“Don’t need one.” She walked over to her fishing rod and pulled it out its resting spot, she winded in the line and pulled the soggy bread from the hook, before throwing it back in the water “Got my bow.”

She gestured to her bow, resting on the log next to her with her quiver neatly beside it.

“A well placed arrow and the beast falls like every other one of God's creatures.”

Aruthur chuckled, and pulled a packet of cigarettes out of his satchel

“I couldn’t hit a donkey’s ass with a bow, you must have some skill.”

“Practice makes perfect Mr. Arthur.”

The sun had moved past midday, Skye was expecting her home from lunch, as much as she’d love to sit with this man and talk about hunting, she should go.

“Maybe I just need a good teacher.”

Emily laughs “If you’re ever in the city..Ask around for a Miss Sharpe.”

She felt guilty at giving Skye’s name away, but if she gave him hers, he might recognize it, he seemed a worldly man and he no doubt would have seen her posters and he had already shown he had a good memory.

“Can I offer you a ride back?” He lit his cigarette with a match that caught on the bottom of his shoe “Long way back to the city.”

“Thanks for the offer but I like the solitude.”

Arthur's face fell and she wondered if she had insulted him.

“No offence meant.”

“None taken.”

“Well..I’ll see you around then..” She tipped her hat “If ya ever decide you need lessons.”

#OC: Emily Mitzen #arthur morgan x oc #red dead redemption oc

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buckysgrace · 3 months

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11. Sand in My Boots

Part 11 to Every Little Thing!

Gator x Fem!OC

CW: Anal fingering, unprotected sex, spitting

Then

“Have you spoken to Daphne?” Roy asked first thing that morning. Gator blinked the sleep from his eyes, his hair still messy from the way he’d tossed and turned last night. He’d had another sour date. He was beginning to regret suggesting that they branch off to see other people in the first place.

“What?” He asked, holding a hand over his mouth as he chewed down the rest of his egg sandwich. He shook his head, not quite comprehending what Roy meant. It was too early. He usually received a text from her when she woke up, but she had yet to do that.

“Daphne, have you spoken to her?” Roy asked a little more sternly, looking irritated as he waited for Gator to answer. He swallowed thickly, wincing at how the food traveled down his throat.

“Not this morning.” He replied, his eyebrows furrowing together at how serious Roy’s tone was. He grew worried suddenly, wondering if something bad had happened.

“Bruce said she’s gone.” Roy said as he joined Gator at the table, looking at him seriously. Gator felt his jaw go slack, milk dripping from the corner of his lips as he quickly brought his palm up to wipe the sticky liquid away. “What do you mean gone?” He rushed out, feeling the urge to jump up and grab his stuff to see what had exactly happened. There was no way. If something bad had happened he was sure that he would’ve been alerted first thing. Unless they were the first to find out. His mind was racing, trying to think of anyone who may have any issue with her. He knew it was deeper than that though. If anyone was to take her, it would be because they were angry at her dad or at Gator. Daphne was innocent.

“That she left on some missionary trip,” Roy said slowly, “You didn’t do something to her, did you?” He asked him, taking Gator by surprise. He breathed out harshly, shaking his head as he tried to recall if Daphne had mentioned anything at all.

“No,” He spit out, horrified at the accusation, “I’ll try and call her.” He told his dad quickly, rubbing at his thighs as he tried to remember where he’d placed his phone. He stood quickly, almost forgetting his cereal bowl before Roy coughed to remind him about it.

He rushed towards his room, taking two steps at a time before he threw his bedroom door open. He took his phone off of the charger, his heart fluttering at the picture of Daphne smiling on his lockscreen before he pulled up her contact.

“C’mon,” He huffed as he pushed his hair out of his face, “PIck up.” He begged, then prayed as he hoped to hear her voice on the other end of the line. He hoped that she’d pick up and tell him that this was all a silly prank, that she was just hiding upstairs in her room.

“You’ve reached Daphne Williams, you know the drill.”

“Fuck,” He paused, staring at her profile picture for a second. He had taken it after they’d gotten their matching tattoos. She was showing off her skin, her eyes shut and teeth showing as her red lips pulled into a bright smile. Her cheeks were slightly red, wet and covered in runny mascara from the way she had hysterically cried before it had happened, “Please.” He tried again, pacing the length of his room before her voice mail rang in his ear again.

“Can you just-,” He paused, “Call me when you get this.” He breathed out harshly, pushing his hair back as he dropped the phone on his bed. He quickly dressed himself, not caring how he looked as he was clearly on a mission to find out where she had gone.

He slid on his shoes, thinking that he may know someone else who knew exactly where she was. Someone that Daphne shared different secrets to.

It didn’t take too long to get to the little inn. He pulled into the parking lot sideways, quickly jumping out as he began to rush up the steps. He only stopped when he heard commotion from the back of the house. He peered over the gate, feeling relief as he took in the familiar person.

“Daisy, Daisy!” He said louder, finally making the shorter blonde come to a halt, “Have you spoken to Daphne?” He asked her hurriedly as he threw the gate open behind him, not caring if it caught against her plants. She glared at the motions, looking a little distressed as she held her hands on her hips.

“No,” She said with her chin held high, “I haven’t.” She said at last, but he could clearly see through her lies. She was easy to read. He had no idea how her dad was clueless to the type of business that she ran here.

“You’re a shit liar,” He pointed out, “Where is she?” He asked her more seriously, taking a step forward as he towered over her. She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow as she peered up at him unimpressed.

“Jamaica I believe,” She said at last, stating what he already knew, “A missionary trip. She’s doing the Lord’s work.” She smiled brightly. He snorted to himself, knowing she had no right to speak with high regard for the Lord.

“She didn’t say anything about leaving.” He told her seriously, still worried about what had happened. Something had to be wrong for her to just leave in the dead of the night. She would’ve told him something like this, he was sure of it.

“She told me,” Daisy replied with a soft shrug of her shoulders, “She probably mentioned it, but you were too busy with your girl.” She said as she moved back to her work, hanging up the wet laundry onto clothes pins.

“What girl?” He asked her in disbelief, dipping underneath the white towels so he could look at her better. She sighed deeply, shaking her head as she dropped another one back into the basket.

“Don’t be dumb,” She snorted as she placed her hands on her hips, “The girl you’ve been seeing.” She said, snapping her fingers like she was trying to remember her name. He furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of how she knew about that.

“It’s just sex.” He said quickly, defending himself from whatever she was suggesting. He was young. He was allowed to have fun. No matter what his dad or anyone else thought.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” Daisy said as she pushed her hair from her shoulders, “I’m happy for her. Maybe she can finally make something of herself by getting out of this God awful town.” She gestured around them for a moment before she bent over to grab another towel from her basket.

“You sure say that a lot,” He pointed out, “And you’re still here.” He replied, feeling irritated as he removed the clip that was holding up the towel she had hung up previous. She gaped, slapping at his arm as she quickly picked it up from the ground.

“I’m poor,” Daisy drew out quickly as she held the towel up, inspecting it for any dirt, “Don’t blame Daphne when you’re the one that didn’t make a move.” She said more angrily, bringing forth a fact that he wasn’t ready to approach.

He scoffed, feeling like she was making a ridiculous statement. Daphne and him were friends. Best friends. Only friends. There was nothing romantic between them. They just happened to kiss. And sleep together. There was nothing wrong with that. She would eventually marry someone else and so would he. It was fine.

What wasn’t fine was the sudden realization that she might actually meet some sweet Christian boy and fall in love with him. It made him nauseous, his stomach twisting in nerves as his heart ached uncomfortably at the thought.

He didn’t want to make a giant deal about it, but he was spiraling. He drove back towards the ranch, trying to reach her the whole time that he did so. He took the familiar path down her driveway, determined to get the correct answers from someone.

He stared at his phone once he pulled over, glaring at the way his calls kept getting forwarded to voicemail. He exhaled harshly, a burning sensation growing in his chest as he dropped it in frustration. He didn’t understand what had happened or what he had done to make her so angry.

“Hey,” Gator strolled in, glancing around the house as he looked curiously at Ruby who was bent over the kitchen table, “Are you alright?” He asked worriedly as he stepped forward, noticing the way her shoulders were sagging.

“Yeah,” She sniffled as she wiped at her eyes, “I just didn’t think she’d really leave without saying anything.” She said at last, confirming his worst fears as she held onto a little note. He pressed his fingertips together, sure that something was wrong. Daphne wouldn’t just leave.

“Can I?” He asked softly, growing more worried as the situation was suddenly becoming real to him. He scanned his eyes over the note, confirming that it was her handwriting, “Has she messaged you?” He asked cautiously, not wanting to alarm Ruby in case something really was wrong.

“She answered when I called her earlier,” Ruby shook her head in disbelief, “I mean I’m glad she’s doing what she’s doing, but I would’ve appreciated a warning. She’s never been this far away from home before.” Gator felt a little crack forming in his chest, suddenly realizing that he was probably the only one she wasn’t speaking to. He was dumbfounded.

“It doesn’t say when she’ll be back.” He replied as he handed the note back to her. Ruby nodded her head as she glanced back towards it, like she was thinking the same thing.

“I don’t know if she’s coming back,” Ruby replied gently, “She really didn’t say anything to you?” She asked him curiously, her blue eyes full of worry. He was slightly embarrassed over how clueless he was at the moment. He didn’t want anyone to think that something had happened between the two of them, not when he didn’t know for sure.

“No,” He said softly, “Not anything for sure. She mentioned something about doing the missionary work. I’m sure she’ll be back soon.” He lied, knowing damn well that she never had acted interested in doing it before. Something was off, wrong.

“Okay,” Ruby said softly as she squeezed at his hand, “I’m sure everything will be fine. It’s just a week.” She said in response, like he was supposed to cling to that. He did, fully hoping that she would return in a week and nothing would be wrong.

A week turned into a month. Then a year. Then another. Then one more. Soon she felt like nothing more than a distant memory, a shadow of his past that he felt like he was doomed to remember forever.

He saw other women, slept around and briefly dated others until he was sure that he would never feel the same way that he did about Daphne. It was pathetic. It made him angry, bitter as he realized that he would always be stuck chasing after someone that didn’t want him. After someone that would leave. First his mom. Then Nadine.

And lastly, Daphne.

Now

“We were all going out tonight,” Nugent said slowly, his eyes narrowing as he watched the way Gator fumbled with his vest, “What are you doing?” Gator messed with the buttons, unsure of why he was feeling so jittery. He never made a big deal about his birthday, but twenty six was beginning to feel a little too serious.

“I have a date.” He said briskly, glancing down at his lap as he pulled his vape free. He brought it up towards his lips, inhaling deeply as the watermelon flavor rolled off of his tongue.

“With?” Nugent bore a shit eating grin, reminding him of the one that August had worn the other morning. He rolled his eyes, not wanting Nugent to get that same satisfaction.

“I don’t know,” Gator huffed as he glanced up towards him, “Someone from Tinder. Why are you so concerned?” He shrugged his shoulders, not able to come up with a name quick enough to have a solid alibi.

“Just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a certain redhead,” He said with a smirk, “Surely there’s nothing going on there.” He drew out teasingly, making Gator’s body erupt in irritation. He wasn’t sure how so many people seemed to know his business when he made sure to keep it secretive.

“There’s not.” Gator told him stiffly as he shook his head, taking another deep inhale from his vape. He enjoyed the way the smoke filled his chest, burning his lungs until he eventually released the cloud from his chest.

“Your dad doesn’t seem to think so.” Nugent responded smugly, holding that fact over Gator’s head as he began to mumble underneath his breath. He hated everything about this.

“God damn it,” Gator huffed, “It’s no one’s business.” He snapped in response, hating how they were teasing him like he was a child. He wished he had more of a defense, that he could say that he felt nothing for Daphne at all.

“I’m just saying,” Nugent continued to tease, “We always go out for drinks for your birthday, what’s different this year?” He asked him seriously, one eyebrow raised as Gator chewed on his bottom lip.

“I want to get laid,” Gator said dryly, “And I’m not interested in you.” He pointed out directly, shaking his head as he tried to stifle his emotions, hoping that Nugent couldn’t tell that he was thinking of a certain redhead.

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“What was your excuse?” He asked Daphne, grinning at her once she crawled into his truck. She had demanded that he wait at the end of the road where their driveways met. She had on a pair of loose jeans, and a green shirt that dipped down far enough to show off her full boobs. His eyes traced over the moles and freckles across her chest before he looked up towards her face again.

“Uh,” Daphne grinned as she turned to face him, “I’m having dinner with Daisy tonight. She’s picking me up.” She smiled as she held a small box and a little gift bag on her lap. He raised his eyebrows, wondering if anyone in her household bought that when she was leaving with presents on his birthday.

“Classic,” He smiled in response as he began to drive them towards the arcade within town, “Hugh doesn’t care?” He asked her, trying to pretend like he didn’t care if Hugh did or not. He was just glad that he got to pretend Daphne was his for just a bit longer.

“Look at you remembering his name,” She teased him softly as she placed her purse on the chair between them, “He’s pretty independent.” She replied a second later as she dragged her fingertips over her lap, looking like there was nothing to be concerned with. He was slightly curious how she could be so sure that Hugh wasn’t suspicious. Everyone else seemed to be. He wondered if Hugh was, but just hadn’t said anything.

“Have you been on one date since you’ve been here?” Gator asked instead, but he already knew the answer. He was sure he hadn’t really seen Hugh leave the house at all. Gator didn’t think he’d make it here.

“I think he’s too afraid to ask my dad for permission.” Daphne grinned, looking a little amused at her own statement. He glanced towards her again, noticing that there was a slight hesitation to how she spoke. He felt bad for her. He wanted to pry a little more, just enough to understand why she’d be with someone who didn’t buy her nice things or enjoy spending time with her.

“Or he’s too stuck up for any of these places.” Gator suggested instead as he pulled his vape up to his lips. Something about discussing Hugh stressed him out, made him angry. He was beginning to believe it was the fact that Hugh could have Daphne however he pleased, but simply chose not to.

“Just because he’s not from here, doesn’t mean he’s stuck up.” She pointed out, giving him a soft grin as she tapped the items that were resting on her lap.

“It has nothing to do with that,” Gator dismissed it, “But it does have everything to do with him thinking he’s some hot shot painter. He’s not that good.” He told her truthfully. He had glanced at it when he’d been trying to help Bruce out.

“You looked at his art?” Daphne asked as she pressed her pouty lips together to hide a grin. He glanced at her again, certain that she liked the idea of making him jealous.

“His shitty art? Absolutely.” He told her with a laugh as he took another puff from his vape. She shook her head, keeping her thoughts to herself as she reached forward and stole the vape from his hands.

“You’re the worst.” She pointed the vape at him, giving him a playful look before she pressed her lips where his had just been. She took a small puff, blowing it out teasingly towards his face. He smiled as he inhaled the scent of watermelon, sure that her lips would make it that much sweeter.

“He doesn’t even draw naked girls, what’s his issue?” He laughed, speaking his truth as he held his hand out for his vape as he didn’t want to lose it again. He thought that drawing the female body was the best part of drawing.

“He’s drawn naked girls before,” She tried to state softly, “I think.” She giggled a second later, like she was just realizing how ridiculous their conversation was. He was beginning to create his own theories about Hugh, but didn’t think she’d appreciate any of them.

“You think,” Gator drew out playfully, “Whatcha got for me?” He asked at last, not able to ignore the items that she was holding on her lap. She turned towards him, shrugging her shoulders softly before she got the courage to speak up.

“I made you a little cake,” She said bashfully, “Red velvet with cherries.” She added a second later, watching him to make sure that her choice was okay. He was more than fine with that. It was his favorite, what his mom used to make for him every year. He hadn’t really had a true birthday since she’d been gone. Roy didn’t care that much and Karen just wasn’t that big of a fan of him.

“Sounds delicious,” He smiled as he rubbed at her thigh, “You wanna share it with me?” He squeezed at her knee, liking the way she squirmed and laughed until he eventually let go.

“Such a gentleman,” She teased as she slowly opened the box and pulled out a plastic spoon. He glanced back towards the road, noticing how she carefully scooped part of it up. She balanced it delicately in her hand before she brought it towards his mouth, messily shoving it in there, “Sorry.” She apologized, laughing as she used her free hand to wipe the frosting from the corner of her mouth.

“S’alright,” He brushed her off once he had chewed and swallowed the creamy mixture, “It’s really good.” He complimented and truly meant it. She flushed a bit as she moved the cake off of her lap, then pulled the baggy up closer.

“It’s not a lot,” She said softly, “And I really wasn’t sure what to get you, but you’ve always been hard to shop for. It just seemed a lot harder this time around.”

“Are you losing your skills?” He teased her, knowing fully well that she bought the best gifts. He always looked forward to them and even had the decency to feel shitty about how his gifts never measured up.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that,” She smiled at him, “Just that I was a bit more perplexed this year. I can get you something else if you don’t like it.” She mentioned a second later, looking more anxious as he pulled into the parking lot.

“I’m sure I’ll love whatever it is,” He replied as he parked the truck neatly towards the back, ignoring the look that she sent him, “Let me see it.”

“It’s not much,” She repeated, fussing a little bit as she watched him pull the paper from the bag, “But I hope you like it.” She mumbled softly, looking a little flustered as he pulled out a bottle of mountain dew, a new vape and a bag of jerky. He paused as he held up a smaller box, opening

it in surprise.

“This is nice,” He told her seriously, more than happy with his presents as he investigated them, “I like it.” He said as he looked at the watch. It wasn’t anything flashy or over the top. It was simple, just how he liked it.

“Good,” She said, exhaling deeply like she’d been holding her breath, “Maybe I’ll win you a prize in here.” She replied gleefully as she shoved at his knee, smiling brightly before she slid out of the truck.

He followed behind her, watching the way her hips moved as she walked. He liked tracing his eyes over her body, liked the warm feeling that spread through his chest every time he looked at her.

“What do you want?” He asked her once they had bought their tickets and she had dragged him straight towards the bar first. She crossed her legs, looking at the menu for just a second before she spoke up.

“Wings,” She spit out quickly, “Honey barbeque with extra ranch. Oh and the celery and carrots too.” She said proudly as she tapped her fingertips against the menu, like she no longer needed to look at it.

“You wanna split a fry?” He asked her, raising his eyebrow as he scanned the fairly simple menu. He was particularly glad to see that there was a fair selection of alcoholic beverages as well.

“I’m paying,” She said a second later, “It’s your birthday, so you get whatever you want.” She spoke pushily, looking at him seriously like he had no means of escaping her offer.

“Thanks,” He responded dryly, “Then I want the Whiskey Burger.” He told her as he pushed his menu towards her, watching the way she leaned over and rubbed her fingertips across his lower spine.

“Sounds yummy,” She grinned as she patted his backside gently, “Whatever the birthday boy wants, he gets.” She teased as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek. He smirked, trying to ignore the buzzing feeling that spread across his skin from where her lips had been.

“Anything?” He asked her, turning so quickly that their noses nearly brushed together. He froze, enjoying their close proximity as he breathed in the smell of lemon from her tongue. He supposed she had been eating lemon drops again.

“Don’t be a pervert,” She said, giggling softly as she settled back into her chair, “Within reason.” She said a little sternly, pointing a finger towards him like she was serious. He smirked as he put his foot in between her legs.

“You’re the only thing I want.” He replied, quite proud at the way her cheeks flushed. She rolled her eyes a second later, but pressed her hand against her hair like she was trying to straighten herself out before she spoke again.

“Your pick up lines are awful.” She dismissed him playfully, before turning away to order their things for him. He admired how straight her nose was, how the very bottom of it was just a smidge thicker than the rest of it. He liked the way the lights bounced off of her eyes, reflecting the joyful expression across her features.

“But they work,” He grinned as he pulled his beer up to his lips, “Thanks for this.” He told her seriously, glad that they were able to do something on their own again. He felt like he needed some confidence.

“You don’t have to thank me for anything,” She replied a little softer, “I wanted to take you out.” She added as she pulled her drink up to her lips in response. He admired her for a second softer before he found the bravery to turn away.

He pestered her for more details, wanting to know everything that he had missed while she’d been away. He liked hearing about where she’d gone, about where she still wanted to go. He felt a burning desire to ask her more about what had happened with the miscarriage, but couldn’t bring himself to do so. He didn’t want to upset her. Not when they were having such a good night.

“Have you played that game before?” She asked curiously as she leaned against him, her chin brushing against the top of his shoulders as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He inhaled her flowery scent, smiling as she rested against him.

“No,” He replied as he glanced back towards her, “I haven’t been to the arcade in years.” He told her truthfully, thinking that it was something else that just the two of them did together. It felt weird to even think of coming here with someone else.

“Shame,” She grinned as she nuzzled her chin closer to him, “I haven’t either.” She said a second later, making chills travel up his spine as she softly began to rub circles against his sides. He licked his bottom lip, trying to ignore the way his stomach flipped and flopped.

“I bet I can still beat you at air hockey.” He replied quickly, giving himself an excuse to pull away from her touch. It was too confusing. He knew if he lingered too long he’d fall back into the predicament they were in before. He didn’t want to hurt her, not if he really didn’t know what he wanted.

“Is that so?” She grinned as she held her hands on her waist, looking more than ready for the challenge, “The only reason you ever won is because your arms were longer.” She defended herself quickly, looking quite sure of her reason as she slipped her hand against his own. He completely faltered for a moment, unable to form words or move on his own as she dragged him along.

He wondered if she felt the same way at all, or if this was all a cruel trick within his mind. He wasn’t sure how he could get such immature emotions from a simple hand touch. She truly drove him crazy in the best way. He kept quiet, however, too afraid that his truth may be rejected.

He followed behind her, watching as she bent over to press a few quarters into the machine. He stood on the other side, gripping the paddle in his hand as the machine jolted to life. Daphne let out a shrill sound of delight before she smacked the disc towards him, which he quickly hit back in return.

Perhaps she was right. Perhaps his arms were longer, or perhaps he was just better. He won the first round, then the second, then the third when she was sure he was cheating. He grinned, feeling a little too pleased at the way she called him a cheater. He had the thought of reminding her that she was the cheater, but kept quiet over that too.

They settled on laser tag next, though he wasn’t too keen on being stuck downstairs with a bunch of children running around. They bustled about, squawking in joy as Gator found it hard to focus on what Daphne was saying.

“Red team,” She grinned as she awkwardly strapped her vest onto herself, “Do you think we can beat all of these little kids?” She asked as she glanced around, looking a little amused at the way the kids were bouncing off of the walls.

“For sure,” He grinned, “They don’t know that you have a twitchy finger.” He told her softly as he moved forward to position her vest on better.

“That scarecrow was asking for it.” She replied gently, grinning as they both thought of the memory. He hummed in agreement as he finished lacing her up, but quickly noted that the vest was still a bit too baggy.

“I’m sure,” He mused as he gripped the straps to her vest and tightened it until it was no longer loose on her, “There. All better.” He reassured her, giving her chin a soft squeeze before they moved towards the entrance.

Daphne bolted around, weaving in and out of the corners quicker than he was able to keep up. Soft shrills would occasionally leave her mouth, letting him know that she had nearly ran into someone. He was quick after that, already having the toy gun up and aimed as he hit the spots on their vests that shut their system down for a few seconds.

By the end of it his cheeks were hot and the back of his neck sweaty as his hair began to lose position on top of his head. He slicked it back a few times, grinning as he looked up towards the leader board.

“We won!” Daphne squealed as she rushed over towards him, wrapping her slender arms tightly around his waist, “We really did it!” She said happily, bouncing up and down as she pointed towards how the red team was being announced as the winner on the board. He nodded his head, amused at her actions.

“Yeah,” He chuckled, slightly surprised at how hyper she was over the fact, “All thanks to your twitchy finger.” He winked softly, liking the way she flushed and slowly settled back onto her feet.

“Please,” She giggled softly, “It’s all from your time at the shooting range, Mr. Deputy Sheriff.” She mock saluted him as she began to tumble out of her vest, struggling for a moment but eventually figuring it out before he was able to help her.

“Hey!” The younger boy whined, “That’s not fair! She said he’s a cop!” He pointed out, looking like there was some unsaid rule about it. Gator frowned, not liking the insinuation that he was a cheater.

“So what?” Gator shrugged his shoulders, “I won fair and square. It has nothing to do with me being a cop.” He said in response, watching the way the little boy began to square up his shoulders as he continued to argue.

“You shoot people all day long.” He continued to pout, like Gator somehow got special advantage over everyone else.

“I do not,” Gator protested as he felt his face flush, “That has nothing to do-,” “Gator,” Daphne giggled as she took his hand and roughly dragged him off, “He’s like eight.” She pointed out, shaking her head like he had no reason to be offended. He huffed, knowing that he would’ve been smacked on the back of his head had he spoken to someone older than him like that.

“Yeah, well it doesn’t excuse him for being a shithead.” Gator pointed out as they walked back into the arcade. She dragged him off towards the prizes, looking around with a new set of excitement.

“You’re insane,” She rolled her eyes but was still laughing, “What prize do you want?” She asked him happily, almost bouncing on the tips of her feet again as she gripped one of his hands against her own. It fit perfectly, like a puzzle piece.

“Well, we have-,” He paused as he waited for the machine to stop counting the tickets that he had shoved inside of it, “150 tickets.” He pointed out as he held the receipt out, knowing that it was barely enough to take anything home.

“Hm,” She hummed softly, “That’s enough for two ring pops and one tootsie roll.” She grinned as she nudged his arm. She gently squeezed their fingers together, then released before doing it again.

“I want the cherry ring pop.” He replied as he used his free hand to grab it. He waited for her to make her decision, wanting her to share in the little feast.

“I like blue raspberry anyways,” She grinned in response, “Do you think they’ll know if we take a few extra? No one’s watching.” She whispered softly as she glanced around, like she was somehow trying to be sneaky.

“Daphne,” He looked down as a smile formed on his lips, “You’re asking a deputy sheriff if it’s okay to steal?” He teased her, suddenly thinking of how pretty her wrists would look inside of his handcuffs. He chewed on his bottom lip, painting the picture out in his mind.

“I don’t see any badge on you,” She laughed as she squeezed his hand softly, “I was just teasing anyways.” She shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal before she reached for the blue lollipop.

He paused for a moment, glancing over his shoulder to ensure that no one was watching before he took a fistful of ring pops into her opened purse. She gaped, stifling a giggle before she rapidly closed the zip on her purse. She peered around discreetly, grinning as she faced him again.

“You’re a bad cop,” She teased him, having no idea how truthful that statement actually was, “You ready, birthday boy?” She moved a little closer to him, clinging to his side as they moved through the arcade once again.

“Cutting the date so short?” He teased her in return, liking the way she grew a little shy as her shoulder continually brushed against him.

“Not really,” She smiled as she fluttered her eyes up towards him, “I was more so thinking about delivering your birthday spankings.” She laughed as they headed towards the exit. He beat her towards the door, popping it open wide so she would be able to walk out first.

“You’re very funny,” He replied as he squeezed her hand this time, enjoying the soft sound of surprise that left her lips. He opened the passenger door for her, letting his hands brush against her hips as he helped her inside. He quickly walked around the front of the truck before he clambered in, “Do I still get whatever I want?”

She answered him by leaning forward, her red lips just gently grazing over his as her warm breath fanned his face. He enjoyed the smell of lemons and a soft mint before she gently pecked his lips.

It was soft and sweet at first, slow and sensual as he lightly pressed his fingertips against her hips. He held onto her as he dragged his lips against hers slowly. He enjoyed the way they met, how they molded together so easily. He wondered if Hugh had ever kissed her like this.

He pulled her onto his lap, his lips moving frantically against hers as she began to rut herself against his lap. He groaned at the feeling of her clothed cunt gliding against his aching cock. He was sure he’d never wanted anyone so badly before.

He gripped her ass, squeezing her flesh harshly with his fingertips as he dragged his lips roughly against her own. She moaned freely into his mouth, her tongue dipping against his own as she licked his own soft groans away.

He traced his hands up her curves, squeezing as he went. She crooned against his mouth, her fingers stroking the hair against the nape of his neck as she continued to rock her hips against his gently. He groaned at the sensation, pulling her mouth away from hers as a trail of spit connected them.

She gaped, looking at him with hungry blue eyes as he gripped the hem of her shirt and quickly yanked it over her head. His lips fell to her neck, sucking at her soft skin as he messily unhooked her bra and let it fall to the ground next. He brought his hands up against her perky, full tits; enjoying the way her soft nipples felt against his rough palms.

“Gator,” She sighed deeply as she tilted her head, a soft moan falling free at the way he dragged his teeth against her sensitive skin, “You make me feel so good.”

“You think he’ll make you feel this good?” He asked her seriously, desperate for her answer. She blinked at him, her blue eyes flashing before she spoke.

“No,” She whimpered, twisting her head back to look at him, “Just you. I just want your cock.” She begged him, her eyes darkening as a needy look took over on her features. She wiggled her hips for added effect, looking at him desperately as he situated himself between her legs.

“Little slut,” He smirked, feeling a little cocky as he dragged his cock between her wet folds, “I’ll take care of you and this needy little cunt.” He promised, leaning down far enough to hover over her. She moaned softly as his heavy cock brushed against her glistening folds. He took advantage of her parted lips to spit against the corner of her mouth, grinning at the way she quickly lapped it up.

He reached between their bodies, gripping his aching cock before he pushed his fat tip inside of her wet walls. He sighed, hissing softly at how sensitive he suddenly felt from how tightly she was pulling him in. He groaned, throbbing at the sensation of her velvety cunt inhaling him.

“Oh,” She sighed deeply, her fingers clenched into fists as she reached far above her head, “Oh my God. Yes, daddy. Feels so good.” She gasped as her lips curled into a sultry grin while he pushed the rest of his cock inside of her, his balls pressing against her backside as he came to a halt.

“You’re such a little whore,” He groaned, his stomach twisting in pleasure at how she called him daddy, “You look so pretty like this.” He mumbled, squeezing her ass cheeks softly. He spit again, watching the way it trailed down her pretty skin.

“God,” She whined again, squirming a bit before he smacked the left side of her cheek. She yelped, jolting and making him groan at the way she clenched around his thick girth, “Don’t tease me.” She begged as he swirled his spit around the rim of her hole.

He dragged his cock back slowly before he slammed deep inside of her, taking the time to press his finger slowly inside of her hole as he curled his finger with his motions. She moaned a little louder, whimpering as she rocked herself back against him.

He pressed forward, his chest brushing against her spine as he rutted his cock deep inside of her wet cunt. He groaned, his sounds fanning over her parted lips as he enjoyed the way she squeezed his cock and finger simultaneously. He savored the sound of her moans filling his truck, the way the air grew hot and steamy as he flicked his tongue across her lips.

She whined, her walls fluttering around his thick girth as he pressed his lips against hers harshly. He stole her moans, groaning softly at the tight way she was clenching around his cock. He could feel himself throbbing, his own pleasure spreading up his spine as he rutted his cock in and out of her wet hole.

He kissed her harshly, messily as he dragged his tongue against hers. He savored the way she tasted, how her body slid against his as he curled his finger deep inside of her. She let out a shrill sound of pleasure that vibrated against his own mouth and traveled straight down to his cock.

“Such a dirty slut,” He groaned, hissing as he sat up just a bit to spit roughly against her cheek. She whimpered even louder, her cunt dripping around his cock as he rocked his hips deeper inside of her. He sighed at the way she kicked the palms of her feet against the seats, groaned at the way she messily licked away his spit that was dripping down her cheek, “You like that, don’t you?” He teased, clearly knowing the answer by the pleasure written on her features.

“Yes!” She spit out quickly, her eyebrows knitted together tightly as she rolled her hips back against him. He smirked, unable to tell if she wanted his fingers or his cock more, “So good. You make me feel so good, daddy.” She whined, her jaw going slack as her eyelashes fluttered in bliss.

He could feel himself throbbing, his own pleasure quickly approaching as his pleasure burned hot and heavy inside of him. He hissed between his teeth, snapping his hips forward harsher as she squirmed underneath him. He slid a second finger between her cheeks, stretching out her tight hole as he curled his fingers inside of her.

“God, God,” She praised, her own pool of drool forming on the cushion of his seat as she clenched her fingers tightly into fists. She whined, shutting her eyes tightly as her pussy clamped down around his cock, “Fuck!” She cried out, her thighs twitching and body spasming as she came undone underneath him.

He huffed, mumbling his own curses as he felt his high quickly come crashing over him. His lips parted in awe as he pressed deep inside of her, releasing his spunk against her pretty walls. He groaned, rubbing at her hips for a moment as he roughly tried to catch his breath.

He stared down the curve of her body, sure that his heart was beating faster as he admired the blissed expression on her features. He wasn’t sure how Hugh could have someone so delicate, so pretty and not treat her right.

He slowly removed his fingers, then his cock as she whimpered in response. He grinned, cradling her gently as he moved her onto her back. She looked up at him with flushed cheeks and bright eyes, a humored grin on her lips.

“Happy birthday,” She giggled softly, her shoulders still moving harshly from their previous activity, “Did you make a wish?” She asked before she began to pepper kisses across his face. He grinned at the sensation, wondering if he’d be covered in red lipstick.

“I did.” He told her truthfully as he held onto her sides, squeezing gently as she wiggled underneath his touch. He enjoyed the sensation of their skin together, sure that he could feel her heartbeat.

“What did you wish for?” She questioned him curiously as she ran her fingers through his messy hair. Normally he would mind, but not right now.

“Doesn’t that ruin the point of the wish?” He asked softly, grinning at the way she whined in frustration, “Besides, I think you already know what it is.”

#gator tillman #gator tillman smut #gator tillman fanfiction #gator tillman fic #Gator Tillman x oc #Gator Tillman x fem!oc #Gator x Daphne

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OCs their symbolic flowers and the Hoepian floral equivalent

Dusting off old brain notes, cause of a time I’d include/place a “symbolic flower“ for every OC just cause.

Terra- Tiger Lily

“ these flowers are representative of pride. ”

“this particular lily is more often associated with the more aggressive feminine characteristics.“ [x]

While the first line actually works for Terra well (she does hold fondness for her own hard work) I’m pretty sure I chose Tiger Lily for her cause of the latter line way back- though one could very strongly argue Terra might not fit the bill of Aggressive Femininity (idk what that’d even be visually) I’m pretty sure I took the line literally at the time as “a woman who’s strong/aggressive“.

Outside of that I probably chose Tiger Lily cause the orange/black pattern of the flowers match with Terra’s red/black clothes.

“The Tiger Lily is said to mean "I dare you to love me"“ [x] Terra is not really one after romance, yet this feels very weirdly Terra-esque.

Hoepian Tiger Lily (Lilium flareonsis)

“Evolved from the Earth Tiger Lily (Lilium tigrinum), the physical differences between the two are surprisingly few. Found in open woodlands, fields and meadows, it absorbs the sun's rays and converts them into flame magic which is stored in it's bulbs. The flame magic makes the bulbs rather spicy, hence they are a very delicious (but common) delicacy. They are also used to start campfires and bonfires. Although harmless alone, they can be potentially dangerous when growing near the magically impressionable Soul Daisy.” [x]

One of the few species of Hoepian flora to not diverge much from its Earth ancestors (two of the others being Ginkgo macrophylla and Ginkgo triloba from Earth’s Ginkgo biloba). They have a huge morphological similarities with Lilium tigirium and Lilium superbum, but the petal patterns are very different; black spots towards the center alike to L. tigirium but also have stripes widthways nearer to the ends of the petals (a characteristic not at all like any Earth lily species). Also like most Hoepian flora, Hoepian Tiger Lilies do not have green foliage, and instead have red foliage.

Kayla- Daisy

"Daisies symbolize innocence and purity.” [x]

Being that Kayla is considered one of the more innocent and purer characters (at least to a degree) this is not a huge surprise this flower ended up being her flower.

Soul Daisy (Magiflora australis, M. borealis)

[My old excepts on this flower is a bit hefty so let’s make it shorter-] Soul Daisy flowers/seeds are harvested for purified magic- so is often grown agriculturally for mana-based industries. Being the magic in question is in its purest form, it changes/meshes to whatever element/magic that’s in its presence (ex- a breeze could become a strong wind gust due to the magic making Wind Magic) making it potentially hazardous if one is late to harvest fields of this plant.

While an agricultural crop it is not entirely domesticated; the outer edges of Soul Daisy fields develop needles to make a protective barrier in the masses from herbivores.

The flowers look very similar to Earth daisies; a pinwheel of long white petals with a faint blue/cyan stripe that makes a ring when all the petals are together on the flower. If altered by magic Soul Daisy flowers change colour to closely resemble the magic they are changed to. All but 4 of the petals are rounded, the said 4 are spit on the ends, making a mild resemblance to a cross.The stems are black on older growth, while younger growth is a vibrant pink. The leaves are violet in colour and look like rounded fern fronds.

Despite the name “Soul Daisy“ there is not much spirituality involved for this flower when it comes to Hoepian culture. It may be named so cause of the cross pattern, or cause of it producing the purest form of organic magic (like the “soul of magic”).

Unlike Earth Daisies, Soul Daisies also have the symbolism of impressionablility due to the pure magic that so easily changes to the elements around it.

Harriet - Sunflower

“Many groups associate sunflowers with prolonged constancy and loyalty,“

“Various faiths have adopted sunflowers to express a symbol of worship and faithfulness, as in the flower’s faithful dedication to the sun.“ [x]

Harriet is very loyal and ride-or-die for her friends so the former goes without saying. Harriet can be very idolistic towards very beautiful women (like Riivar) so worship might be a lil on the nose. I actually chose Sunflowers for Harriet cause of her sunny attention-seeking disposition, akin to the bright attention grabbing sunflower.

Water Sunflower (Haquanthus volitariflora)

While descended from Earth Asteraceae, this plant has adapted to the ocean and looks like a blend of sunflower and kelp. Sparse in rich sunny aquatic groves, but are in larger thickets/forests (of its own species) in colder/sparser waters. They are grown in some coastal settlements as the oil rich seeds are a food source. They are also a favoured snack for amphibious animals.

While the roots are anchored to the rocks, the leaves and even the flowerheads are full of air to keep the rest of the plant afloat. The large flowers are very resembling of Earth’s Mammoth Sunflowers.

The flower/seedheads are large and full enough of air to hold a small person afloat, though it would be a very bad raft alternative.

Riivar- Forget Me Not

“Forget-me-nots represent long lasting connections that can exist between not only lovers, but also friends. This connection can’t be broken or shaken by anything or anyone.“ [x]

Back in her child/teenhood she was head-over-heels in love with Terra, who was Riivar’s first love too. It didn’t work out but she still holds a tenderness for Terra and will not forget that first love.

Memberance Tree (Neomyosotis flexilis)

“A tree descended from the annual Forget-Me-Not plant (Myosotis spp.). They are sexually dimorphic flora; the female plants/flowers stay short and small like their Myosotis ancestors, while the male plants grow into gigantic willow-like trees, which spread their pollen around through the wind. Also like their ancestors they are most commonly found closeby waterways and marshes. On Hoep they have similar symbolism to the Earth Forget-me-not.“ [x]

The stems/wood are a deep purple while the leaves are a dark pink. The flowers are identical to Earth Forget Me Nots.

Riivar has a large tattoo on her back that’s a broken heart surrounded by Memberence tree flowers. It’s multiple layers of symbolic; it represents her first love (Terra) but also represents her remembering her roots she left behind. The broken heart has an additional meaning; her stepping down from her royal heritage.

Demauria- Venus Fly Trap

Sadly could not find an applicable symbolism; I don’t even remember why I chose Venus Fly Trap for Demauria (a more ice/cold thematic flower would’ve perhaps been a better choice). Perhaps I wanted a ferocious plant for a ferocious personality. I may change this if I ever find a better flower to represent her.

Gator Jaws (Lagartofolia dentislux)

“A carnivorous wetlands species that is found in abundance in the country of Swamani, and in lesser frequency outside the country’s borders. They are quite common in unlit rural areas and rarer near urban areas especially if the cities are illuminated at night. It is a plant that has adapted to attract insects for nutrition at night by illuminating it’s “jaws” during dark hours. Light illuminates on the tips of the “teeth” of the modified leaves as well as inside in leaves itself. Like the Venus Fly Trap which it evolved from, it has hairs inside it’s jaws to help detect and trigger the mouth to close and digest its prey while inside. Also like it’s ancestor, it flowers infrequently and younger specimens tend to die after flowering. The foliage colour of Gator Jaws can range from red/purple to green/orange, and it is not uncommon to find an entire range of different coloured specimens in one area.

There isn’t much agricultural or herbal significance for this plant, however it is still commonly used in Swamani to edge along and illuminate major roads and routes so that the paths can be easily seen and used at night. The macrophylla form of the plant is most commonly used for such paths, and is rarely seen anywhere else compared to other Lagartofolia forms.

In some places Lagartofolia is also known as Growlroot, named so for the growling sound that emanates from the roots of the plant when stepped on. The growling is caused by air pockets among the roots which are released out of the ground when the roots are compressed. It is unknown if these air pockets among the roots are an adaption to give the roots oxygen in watery habitats or if they exist to makes the growling sound as an attempt to scare off potential grazers of the plant.”

They greatly resemble Venus Fly Traps, except that the “trap“ is longer and resemble a crocodillian’s mouth, and the “teeth/hairs“ have bioluminescent bulbous tips.

Anne- Protea

“Diversity – The Protea flower is certainly different and it stands out from the crowd. This unusual flower is attracting attention no matter how beautiful the other flowers next to it are. There is simply something beautiful and mysterious about its appearance and it is a perfect gift for someone equally unique.“

“Courage – Gifting someone the Protea flower is also a symbol of courage. This flower symbolizes overcoming obstacles and finding courage inside of you to make a difference in the world. This flower has a very strong message“

Admittedly not unlike Demauria’s flower, Anne’s was also on a mildly mysterious whim. Unlike Demauria’s though, Proteas do have some symbolism attached to them, which also could be applied to Anne. She does indeed stand out from the crowd (though she may not want to), and the courage works as she throughout the story has to get the courage to open up to others as well as to face the Fallen Slayer destiny/responsibility which she is very scared to face.

Molten Protea [new af so no botanical name]

I still haven’t made up much for information/ideas on this Hoepian equivalent. Just that simply it grows exlusively in hot volcanic habitats (lava flows, volcanos, and in rare cases hot geysers). Probably has a visual molten motif similar to lava/magma. Probably blooms or goes to seed after events like volcanic eruptions.

#wait- I actually got it all written down in one session??? well dang hooray #oc ramblings #wall of text #hoepian flora #ramblings

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