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Sweetheart! Gator and reader #tome
Sweetheart!Gator is absolutely in love with his girlfriend !!
Sweetheart! Gator always visits you at work. He loves to show up unannounced while your busy to tease you for a bit before inevitably giving you some money “just because”
“I don’t need to get tipped for doing nothing, Gator” “Alright, okay..give me a kiss and I’ll tip you for that?”
Sweetheart! Gator is obsessed with anything you do. It looks like he’s watching his favorite show when he’s really just watching you make yourself a snack or pick out a movie. He loses his sense of personal space when he watches you. You’d turn to ask if he wanted a snack or drink only to bump into him the second you turn. “Oh-Hello..do you mind backing up?” “You don’t want me close? What did I do to deserve getting punished? I’m just—c’mon, let me stay close t’ya.”
Sweetheart! Gator who almost always lets you pick what to do for date night. A movie, dinner, shopping, summer swimming..he does get severely annoyed when you try to pray for any of it though. He huffs and groans-he’ll even take your wallet if you get too persistent about paying for your items.
Sweetheart! Gator who insists you model every outfit before date night as well. Any dress, skirt, shorts, or swimsuit must be modeled before you leave the house. Not because he would make you change, he rarely ever made you do that. He just liked to admire you like his prize. Like you were something he won-Like you made him a winner at something.
Sweetheart! Gator who lovesss tasting your lipgloss or chapstick. He loves to steal quick pecks and mumbles his guess of the flavor. “Mh..strawberry?” a whisper against your lips that made your smile go wide and your heart melt. “Mhm..good job.” He also has a habit of buying you dozens of flavored lip products-you have enough for a life time because of him.
ᡣ𐭩₊ ⊹ Flirting with blind Gator ❀⋆.ೃ࿔
part one: here !
Gator isn’t even sure why someone like you is into him.
Going out of your way to make him hear or smell you was nearly frustrating to him. It only reminded him that he doesn’t have the ability to really see who’s flirting with him. All he knows is you smell nice, you feed him well, and you have keychains that sound like a cat bell. He can’t even begin to imagine what you see in him.
“Gator!” You catch him on his way back into his apartment-he could barely suppress his groan when he heard the click click click of your heels hurriedly approaching him. He manages to force his irritation to come out as a sigh, his voice a familiar annoyed grumble in response. “What’s it now, doll?” “Do you want some cookies?” “I’m okay. I still have left over pie” he huffs, gesturing in your direction with a dismissive wave “you just want me fat.” The giggle you give him in response was like a wind chime, melodic in a way that could almost annoy him. “I’m not making you fat-I wouldn’t mind you fat anyhow” “Fat and blind? Gee, what a way to get a lady’s attention” his voice was much more bitter now-not at you, more so just..frustrated.
“Well..” you began again, quieter this time as if you didn’t want to frustrate him further. “…Want me to cook you a real dinner?” The offer hung in the air. Rejecting you would feel wrong-you like him, he likes you. Accepting? That would make him feel small. He didn’t want to be the one asked out, he saw that as a man’s job, the other way around felt like even more humiliation on top of it all.
His hesitation made you back pedal, taking it as rejection before he could say anything. “Sorry-Dumb question-” he pouts as he hears you move away from him this time. “No—! No-just..” he sighs. Frozen. Almost stuck in place until he let out a long breath and quiet grumble. “…can I come over for dinner Saturday?” And god-he could practically hear the smile in your voice. “Yes! Absolutely-Saturday works fine!”
oh wow the "finding ways to flirt with blind Gator" was soso great and now im yearning!!!! for a full story with that plot 🥺🥺🥺 just throwing it out there..... you know.....
Hai !!! I am working on more Blind!Gator parts and fluffy Sweetheart! Gator blurbs :3 Can’t waittt to finish and post !! :P
can you write a fluffy fic with gator??
Date nights with Gator always reminds you that he’s really got a soft spot for you.
If you get emotional during whatever movie he groaned about you picking, he’ll comfort you in his own odd way. The second he hears a sniffle or an exasperated sigh he’s huffing and wrapping an arm around you. “You always do this” he’d grumble as he offers you your beverage. “You’re such a big baby about everything. It’s fake, don’t ya’ know that?” He grumbles like you were such a hassle. He really enjoys this though. He won’t say it out loud, but he likes that you’re able to emotionally express yourself around him the way you do..even if it’s just crying over a movie.
“Come on, jus’ wipe y’eyes” he grumbles at you. “I-it’s a good movie” you mumble back in a whiny voice, it’s too bad you can’t see him smiling to himself as you use his shirt as a tissue. “..you wanna turn it off?” “not yet..” “…you just wanna get babied, huh?” “You’ll just put on a dumb action movie.” He scoffs at that, rolling his eyes while groaning like you actually offended him. “You said you liked those” “-I said I like watching them with you” you quickly reply back. He just scoffs and rolls his eyes, pulling you closer to mold your body against his. “Whatever. You wanna get babied? I’ll treat you like a baby then.” He keeps you laid on his chest, rough hand moving up your shirt to rub up and down your back like you really needed to be soothed and consoled. “Poor baby. Can’t do anything without crying, hm? Y’just need me to deal with you all the time.”
Gator Tillman and reader who dresses a bit reserved
A girl who wears skirts to her knees and owns dozens of pretty sweaters and blouses. Tights and stockings, modest dresses, never ever showing too much.
“You’re real pretty” he always mumbles to you. “Y’so smart for dressing like this..not letting anyone see ya.’” Constantly reminding you how obsessed he is with the purity your outfits radiate. He’s almost too obsessed with the lack of skin you show. He loves to watch you dress, he loves to take you shopping and watch you try on those soft cardigans over pretty dresses with Peter-Pan collars that make you look like your dressing for the wrong decade.
“Y’leave so much to the imagination” he mumbles during a movie, clearly paying more attention to you than the scenes on the screen in front of him. Eyeing you like he wanted to make you squirm. “..’s better when girls don’t dress slutty all the time.” You can’t really find a response. What could you reply with? Whenever you didn’t have the words, Gator always spoke for you. “You dress like you’re ready to be my wife already.”
Gator is no doubt possessive over you. Never lets you leave without getting a good, long look at your outfit. “Pretty as ever, mama,” he’ll mumble as you twirl for him-slowly, just as he had instructed, allowing him to take in all the details of your perfect outfit. “Mhm..” he hums again, walking forward and pressing his rough palm to your hip to still you. “..jus’ make sure nobody gets any ideas about my girl, alright?” A gruff and low whisper, almost like a threat. “Can’t let anyone think you’re anything less than mine”
Absolutely self indulgent because I dress like a prude.. #don’thateme
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Part one: here !
Steve is a known show off. His clothes, his talents, his body, and his girlfriend.
Since that day Eddie came home early and learned some ‘things’, Steve became more of a show off. He’s not sure if Steve knows what he heard at first, but Steve smiled at Eddie in the hallway when he finally came out of his bedroom.
Eddie tried to act casual about the whole thing. Pretending all was normal, like he didn’t hear what he heard. He still treated Steve as a friend, still watched bad TV and movies with you two, and he pretended not to notice the way Steve would flaunt you and show off during. His big hands rubbing your legs, kissing your cheek loud enough to hear, pushing his hands up your top and then glancing over at Eddie to check if he was watching while you’re whispering lectures to Steve. “Stop that!” and “Sh-Eds is right there!”
There have been two times he walked in on intimate moments where Steve was clearly trying to put on a show. The first time he saw it you two were on the couch. Making out, Steve’s hands drawing up and down your back..Steve’s eyes flittered open, glancing at Eddie with those honey brown eyes half lidded while dramatically moaning into your mouth. You didn’t even notice Eddie coming in or immediately exiting. It was the second time when you noticed him; bent over the kitchen counter, Steve already deep inside. You froze when Eddie walked through the door, stared at him like a deer in headlights while Steve just groans as he moves his big hands to cover your chest. “Hey, man..wasn’t expecting you” he grumbles while leaning in to press his broad chest to your back. You two just watched as Eddie practically ran to his room without even slipping on the clothes you two tore off one another.
Once dresses you quickly went after Eddie, not even able to keep eye contact as you whispered apologizes and stammered for forgiveness to Eddie while he sat stiffly on the edge of his bed. “I-I really am sorry, Eds, I didn’t think y-you’d be home so soon and—” “-It’s fine. It’s fine, isn’t it Eddie?” Steve boldly teases with a smug grin. He steps closer, eying Eddie the same way he eyes you. “…You didn’t really mind, right? Hm? Wanna keep watching?”
Eddie Munson has learned he lives with perverts.
Currently working on four blurbs/ ficlets while still studying for exams…bear with me, guys 😥 doing my best
Old Eddie wig tests….oh I miss my rocker boyfriend
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Bunny !
Johnny Storm x Fem!reader
Johnny Storm was a teenage boy once...obviously. As many boys in that age range do, he had needs and fantasies. You accidentally discovered one of his biggest ones whilst snooping around his room. "That is old, and not for you," he murmured when he found you snooping around, distracting you from the old hiding spot in his closet with a kiss to your temple, "And none of them compare to you anyways. Haven't looked at these in years"
Playboy Bunnies. The magazine known for the skimpy outfits. pages nobody read, and the dozens of pretty ladies in the signature big bunny ears, cuffs, and body suit. That was what got him going the most. It's not entirely unheard of, wanting to see such costumes, it was just shocking to find out your boyfriend was interested in it at least once in his life. Finding the old, sticky pages wasn't a coincidence, but finding them so close to Halloween? That was the best coincident you could ever ask for. The whole process of keeping the costume a secret while getting it all ready for him was such an amazing thrill. Finally being able to show it off to him was even better.
You had him sit on the edge of his bed, facing his bathroom so he could get the full view when you came out. "Babee!" he whines, his eyes glued to the door blocking his view from his favorite girl. "Just tell me what this is about! Give me a hint-Are you mad at me? Did I-" he cuts himself off the moment the door swung open with as much grace as you had. Standing there, practically posing in the sleeveless baby blue body suit. His eyes, which nearly matched the shade of blue, flickered all around the costume. From the dainty heels you were on your feet, to the cuffs on your wrists and neck to the big ears standing proudly on top of your head. He looked like a kid in a candy shop with the way he was staring.
"-Really?! This is all for me?" his smile could light up the room brighter than his flames ever could, the laughter in his voice just sending your dopamine receptors crazy. "You like it?" you asked with a proud smile as you gave a little jazz-hand motion. His eyes seemed to zip around too quickly to be humanly possible. He leans back with a groan, leaning on his arms as he adjusts and rolls his hips like he was trying to flaunt how hard you made him and how quickly you had done so. "Give me a spin" he murmured, his eyes finally on yours again. You hum as you slowly turn for him, acting like you didn't know the effect you had while you made a show out of it. His sharp gasp suddenly startles you, his voice laced with that eager laughter. "Oh wow-tail and everything..I'm impressed, baby. You really did your research for me.." His voice became a low murmur, entertained and hungry. He began to leave masses of kisses all over your pretty face. From your cheeks to your nose, down to your jawline and neck before moving his warm lips to his back up your jaw and over to your ear. "I think trick-or-treat came early this year..just look at yourself. All wrapped up and pretty for me" He pulled away, taking in every detail with a dreamy sigh. "...You are better than any candy, babe" And before you can reply, he's snickering again and squeezing at your ass. "You really just gonna stand here, or are we doing what bunnies are known for?" he teases with that dumb, cocky grin. "Oh don't worry," you reply with an equally dumb smile, "We kind of have to fuck like bunnies now."
And honestly, how could you not hop on his dick like he joked about when he laid you down in his bed?
"Oh fuck of fuck-!" He whines screwing his eyes shut as his hot hands plant on your hips like it would slow you. "Fuck-slow down" you couldn't help but smile. Did you break the Human Torch? "What's wrong? you can't handle your bunny?" you ask, not once stopping or slowing those eager bounces. "No! God-Not really!" he moans out, groaning as his hand move from your soft hips to his eyes. You just giggle, keeping that erratic and desperately horny pace as he mumbles. "What're you doing?" you asked, gently tugging at his wrists. "Doing math-need to distract myself s-so I don't cum too fast." When he heard you click your tongue and coo at him, he knew he was done. "But aren't bunnies known for breeding? You don't wanna cum in me?" The noise that tore through him was nothing short of feral. Groaning louder than he should have when he sat up and wrapped his arms around you, grunting as he vigorously thrusts up into you until you suddenly came just as he did deep inside of you. Truly like a horny bunny-leaving you both a panting mess.
"God..your not leaving this bed all night, you know that, don't you baby? Gotta see whose stamina gives out first.
Happy Easter to bunny lover Johnny Storm
Hi!!
I saw your recent post about ways of flirting with blind!Gator and it sounded very similar to my girl @basicallydjo PURFUME fic.
I'm guessing you read and liked it lol, it was such a cute fic.
Hi hi! I haven’t had the time to read anything long recently but I am SO happy I took the time to read the Perfume Fic !! My little blurb was actually pretty similar and actually based off of this adorable screenshot..LOL !!
Happy birthday Kurt, you would’ve loved 67 and Omegle
₊˚⊹ ❤︎ Finding ways to flirt with blind Gator ✮⋆˙
Maybe he’s just a neighbor and he begins to frequent your job at the bakery. He definitely mellows out after everything happens to him, he has a lot more free time and he cannot stand staying in his house all day. He’s sort of quiet and pretty dry in conversations..but he’s still cute enough to fall for.
You began doing small things specifically to grab his attention. Buying a few cute keychains to add to your bag so he could hear the jingles before hearing “Hi, Gator” “Good morning, Gator!” “Good to see you again, Gator” “How’s your day going, Gator?” Along with the keychains, you began wearing shoes that left soft clicks with each step. Pretty heels, pairs of Mary-Janes that made your presence known. He’d always know who was near him when he heard the chiming of keychains and clacking shoes before you greeted him with a sweet voice.
And speaking of sweet: scents. You bought nearly a dozen perfumes test out to figure out what Gator is into before finding the perfect ones. You learned from his facial expressions alone what he liked-fruity scents or sweet ones that smelt like the inside of the bakery, nothing with a lot of musk or spicy notes. Things that were familiar to him.
The cherry on top was that you began to feed him as well—Not just when he was stopping by the bakery either. You would go to his apartment to offer things like pies, candies, and sugar cookies with the lie that you made too much or bought an extra by mistake.
When he began to greet you back more often you were sure he was warming up to you. When he began coming into the bakery more you felt like you really made a friend out of him. When he began to give nicknames to you- “Doll,” “Sweets”“Babydoll,” “Darlin’..” it’s just obvious he’s enjoying you more than he lets on.
Part two: here !
Teacher!Steve x Art teacher! Reader blurb ✎෴
Part one: Here!
Since becoming a teacher, Steve’s favorite part of every day became seeing what you were wearing for the day. It sounds weirder than it is, but he just loves checking what adorable outfit you put together every day.
Anyone could tell you loved your job from the way you dressed. was one of the first things he noticed about you when he began working-you seemed to have the most thought out and planned out outfits every day, much brighter than any one else it seemed. He was always sure to go to the art room each morning to chat and politely compliment your outfit. He was truly impressed with the fashion.
You seemed to have everything;collection of colorfully patterned tights, patterned ballet flats, artsy dresses, one, and a seemingly endless supply of cardigans. He begun sounding like a broken record since he was always asking where you got so many art themed clothes.
He seriously began to question where on Earth you were shopping. A few crayon themed sweaters and skirts, little colorful hair berets, so many polka-dots, even your simple t-shirts were art themed. “That’s real cute,” he’d murmur with a fond smile, gesturing to your pencil looking shoes. “..Where do you shop?” “Lot’s of places” you’d reply with a giggle, “you like ‘em? I was gonna wear my saddle shoes today but I thought these were a lot cooler-” he found your excitement to be the sweetest thing. “Oh! Do you wanna match with me tomorrow?!” Your excitement was just too hard to say no to-Steve’s an easy man.
The following day he had on the exact outfit he planned with you, of course his was much simpler than yours. A navy cardigan and plaid undershirt was much simpler than your pencil scribble cardigan. The way you lit up when you saw the outfit he promised was enough to make a man melt. “Oh—Oh my gosh! You did it-you look so nice!” you practically squealed as he waltzed into the art room. “I’m a man of my word” he replies as he slowly spins for you, practically bathing in the applause you gave. It was such a simple thing, his smile was uncontrollably wide from your giddiness. “Maybe next time we can match a bit better. We could try going shopping together or something” he offers, leaning against a wall, trying to act calm about your instant excitement. “We can go this weekend! It’ll be so fun!”
Who wouldn’t fall in love with a coworker like you?
What do you guys want first later this week ?
Steve x Gf!Reader x Eddie
Teacher!Steve x Art Teacher! Reader
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Art teacher!Reader here !
Teacher! Reader and Steve will be posted tomorrow !!