lillie

„𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟, 𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑧𝑧”

[oohlillie]

𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙀 ───

「 16. 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩. 」

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𑣲 : billie eilish. joe keery.

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴.

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[eternal-sunflowers]

he's so boyfriend

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[sami-s-xoxo]

Okkkiiiii dokkkieeee this is the post for today, i am NOT okay #sicktomystomach

[kassy-djomunson]

serious case of puppy dog eyes

[oohlillie]

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢

𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

wc : 3.2K

warnings : male masturbation; Gator kinda have a kink for innocence; reader falling in love easily; nothing else needed i guess; proofread; possible grammatical errors ; english is NOT my first language

💌 Lillie talks : umh sooo here’s the first part of my little serie about Gator because i’m having an obsession with him right now. Enjoy girls !! 💕(posting this at 2 a.m btw i need some sleep ig) Read more of my work here : masterlist. Request are always open, feel free to ask anything !

The day Gator laid eyes on you, he was captivated. It was an early Sunday morning. You were sitting front row at church, the pastor standing right in front of you behind the altar while he pronounced the sermon. You listened carefully, hands folded on your lap and a small grin on your lips.

The church was surprisingly full today, most of the time there was a lot of missing people, those who only came on important days or once a month just because it looked right. But you, you were here every Sunday. For the past five months since you arrived here, you hadn’t missed a single one service. You always sat on the first pew so you could hear well and always wore a dress from your "church-appropriate" collection. The old ladies that have been coming here for decades always took the time to help you feel a little more at home in this church.

Gator Tillman arrived mid sermon, wearing a black button-up shirt with a black pant, his sheriff’s badge hanging around his neck. The sound of his boots on the tiles echoed through the building, making everyone turn towards him and cutting the pastor in his words. That was something Gator knew how to do—draw attention. Most of the time, all eyes were on him no matter where he was. He was handsome, and every girl had a chance with him as long as things didn't get serious. Plus, he was the son of the Roy Tillman.

Those were the first things we told you when you arrived. Some old women told you that the sheriff’s son was a pretty boy, able to take care of you and protect you. On the contrary, girls your age said he was the biggest jerk who ever lived, with his stupid slicked-back hair and that smirk he always had on his face — at least when he wasn’t in a mood.

His eyes wandered around the room, taking in each person sitting in front of him. Then his gaze settled on you. He had never seen you before. He checked on you from head to toe, paying attention to every detail of your figure. Starting with your straight hair who were slightly curled on the end, they fell perfectly on your shoulders. Then he saw the dress you wore, a little white dress with short, puffed sleeves that fell to your knees, embellished with a few lace details at the collar and sleeves. He saw your hands resting on your thighs, then lower down, your pink ballet flat decorated with a small pink ribbon.

He scoffs once and shook his head, clearly thinking that an innocent looking creature like you shouldn’t be living around here. His gaze leaves you to focus back on the pastor, even if he wasn’t truly listening.

When the ceremony ended, he hurried out before anyone else. When he reached his car, he didn't get in, he just leaned his back against the door, crossed his arms and waited. Waited for you. He needed to know more about the new girl in town.

When you got out, he spotted you almost immediately in the crowd. You walked with an old lady gripped on your arm to steady herself, you were smiling to her. He could see your face properly now. Your perfect smile spread across your face, your eyes lightened by the sun. That gold necklace around your neck reflecting the sun’s rays.

He takes a puff on his vape, his brows furrowed and eyes slightly squinted from the day light. He knew you were coming his way because he was parked next to a convertible Mini Cooper, and who else could possibly be driving a Mini Cooper ?

You politely smiled to the old lady before heading toward your car. Gator quickly puts his vape in his pocket and walked slowly toward you already standing beside your car.

He leaned against the door with his forearm, “Hey, miss.” He said, “You’re new here ?”

You looked up and met his gaze, he was almost a head taller than you. “Not really,” you smiled politely after seeing his badge, “I moved here five months ago.”

His eyes inspected you once again, seeing that your golden necklace was a small cross. “Never seen you around.” His gaze lowered down again, landing on your hands and your red-painted nails.

“I’ve never seen you either.” You said with a small grin making him smirk.

“Living alone ?” He asked.

“No,” you shook your head, “I live with my parents.”

He nods once, “’K,” his eyes inspecting you one last time, “be safe, wouldn’t want a pretty girl like you to get in trouble.” He winked at you before returning to his car. Your cheeks flushed pink as he looked at you one last time in the side mirror, before leaving.

You felt a little bit embarrassed, this was a weird first meeting. You shook your head to get that out of your mind before you get in your car and start the engine.

It was a fifteen minutes drive from the church to your house, fifteen minutes of listening to random pop girlie songs on your favorite radio.

When you finally arrived, you parked your car in the driveway in front of your house. It was a small white one story house, with green shutters and a brown tiled roof. There was a wooden porch, decorated with flowers and vines, on which rested two armchairs. High trees surrounded the building, slightly hiding the small ranch behind the house. And beside your car was parked your grandfather red truck, an old pickup that was a little beat up.

It was your grandparents house before you moved in, well it basically still is because your granddad is still alive. You and your parents moved in with him after the death of your grandmother, he was feeling so alone. And since she was the one who took care of him since he’d lost his ability to walk, someone had to replace her. So you left your peaceful life to come here in North Dakota.

When you opened the door, you found him alone in the living room, sitting in his wheelchair in front of the TV. He was watching an old baseball match he’d already watched a thousand times before. He loved seeing his team win. You smiled and quickly climbed up the stairs to your room.

You couldn’t really stop thinking about Gator, you weren’t really sure about his name but he was for sure the sheriff’s son and you doubted that there was two handsome men his age in the Tillman’s lineage. You thought about the way he looked at you from head to toe while licking his lips. How he smirked and winked at you, called you a pretty girl and then just walked away like nothing happened.

Maybe because it was nothing, it meant nothing. Gator had a reputation with girls and you knew it. You couldn’t help but blush thinking about him, it was stupid, he literally talked to you for less than a minute. But still, the way he stared at you gave you butterflies in your stomach. You always felt like that when a beautiful man talked to you.

When people told you about him, you didn’t imagine him like that. You thought he might be the kind of narcissistic guy who think he’s more handsome than everybody else, even tho your dead grandma is prettier than him. But shit, Gator was in fact really handsome. He managed to make your stomach shutters with less than 30 words.

The thing you didn’t know is that Gator thought the same about you. I mean, in his own way. Since his eyes found you in the church, he couldn’t stop thinking about that innocent looking girl he’d never seen before. But yet, in only an hour he managed to remember your entire body, and every single details about it.

Around 8 p.m., you were sitting across from your mom at the table, your dad sat next to her and your grandpa by your side. You ate in a silence filled with the sounds of the TV.

But then your mom spoke, “Joyce told me that you met the Deputy at church this morning.” Joyce has been her best friend since childhood, they told everything to each other, and you, talking to Gator Tillman was a gossip for some reason.

You looked up and found her gaze, “Uh.. yeah.”

“What did he told you ?”

You shook your head once, “Oh nothing, he just asked me if I was new here.” She nodded and got back to listening to the News playing on the TV.

After sipping the delicious tomato soup your mother had prepared, you quickly got back to your room. Tonight was the first truly warm night of spring, the air felt good and the breeze was cool enough to relieve you of the night's heat.

So you sat down by your window, with the windows wide open to air out the room, and went back to reading your romance novel. It was a cute little story between a young woman working in a coffee shop, who falls in love with her most regular client. You loved this book because you work in a coffee shop and secretly hoped that one day the love of your life will just pass the door and change your future.

—

While you were reading your fabulous book, Gator laid on his bed and thought about this morning. That white dress drove him crazy as his hand slid to his boxer, palming himself through the thin fabric. His breath fastened as he started stroking his dick over his boxer, still thinking about you.

“Fuck-” He said under his breath. You looked so beautiful to him, so angelic.

—

After reading for an hour, your eyes began to close automatically. So you stood up and kneeled down beside your bed to pray, before getting comfortable under the sheets and fall asleep quickly. This night you dreamt about Gator.

You imagined him pulling you over because you were driving too fast when you were late for work. He was leaning on your opened window frame with his forearm. His eyes scanned the inside of your car while you admired him standing just few inches from you. His breath was hot on your face when he leaned closer, his hazel eyes searched deep inside yours. Even in your dream he had that stupid grin, even in your dream he looked pretty.

Or maybe you weren’t dreaming ? Because right now Gator Tillman was giving you a ticket for driving 68 mph in a 45 zone.

“I didn’t saw the sign.” You tried to protest.

“That’s not my problem, miss.” He was dead serious. His brows furrowed and that grin absent, “I’m doing my job.”

You exhaled, “Please. I’m not driving like this usually, i’m just late.” You leaned in the window frame and gave him one of those look, the one that says ‘i’m an innocent girl that beg you to forget what just happened’. He suddenly stopped writing on his piece of paper and looked down at you.

He laughed once and put his pen and paper back in his vest pocket, “Where ‘you working ?”

“At Crux Coffee, officer.” (i actually found a real coffee named like this in Fargo and i thought let’s cross universe)

“That’ll do it for now.” He leaned down on your window again, “And it’s deputy, pretty girl.” He said with that same grin, before taping gently against your car to tell you to leave.

Your breath caught and your cheeks flushed pink from everything that happened right now. You weren’t even sure if this was real or if you were stuck in your dream from last night. Did he just called you ‘pretty girl’ again ? Or it was your imagination playing tricks.

The horn of his Sheriff car snapped you out of your thoughts. When you looked in the rearview mirror he was staring at you, gesturing to you with his hand to tell you to leave. So you did, you started your engine again and got back on the road to go to work.

Near the end of your shift, people stoped coming, only the two regular old men sat by the window and a young writer sipped her coffee at the center. Until the door bell rang, signaling that someone just entered the building.

You looked up and saw Gator, already leaning on the counter with his forearm.

“Oh, hey.” You said with a shy smile, your cheeks turning pink once again.

“Hey.” He leaned over a little more, “I’d like a black coffee, miss.”

“Yeah, of course.” You smiled to him, taking a deep breath before turning around to make his coffee. His gaze immediately lend on your ass in those jeans skirt. He licked his lips and smirked at the sight.

After few minutes, his coffee was finally ready, and you immediately served it to him. “There it is.” You said as you gently placed the cup on the counter.

He laughed once, “Thank you, pretty girl.” He winked, turned around and disappeared.

The next Sunday, Gator was at church, it was a record at this point. Gator Tillman coming to service two Sundays in a row was truly impressive. He was still siting at the back, still watching you. This time you were wearing a white embroidered blouse with a baby yellow shorts that reached down to your knees, and an other cute pair of suede ballet flats. Your hair were in a messy French braid, that gold necklace still hang around your neck and today you did a light makeup, just some blush and some mascara.

Gator licked his lips while his eyes roamed over your body, your clothes clung to the right places, leaving just enough for his imagination and making him bite on his lower lips. You looked so innocent sitting there in front of the Pastor, smiling widely when he looked at you while repeating his sermon.

When the ceremony ended you quickly got up and your gaze catches his. He nodded at you from the other side of the buidling, a way to say hello, with a slight smile on his face. You got out first, he was busy talking with the pastor, and when you walked past him his eyes instantly focused on you, making your cheeks flush pink and a faint smile spread across your face.

When you reached your car and sat inside, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Why does Gator Tillman have such an effect on you ? Why did you kept thinking about him for the past few days ? Why were you blushing every time he was around you ? Why do you get butterflies in your stomach every time he calls you ‘pretty girl’ ?

You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, closing your eyes. Then you started the car — at least you tried, because a weird sound came from the engine making it impossible for the car to start.

“Shit-” You said under your breath. If your mother had heard you she would have told you to put a dollar in the jar for the curse you just pronounced. A stupid rule she imposed when you were five, after learning a lot of curse words from the boys in your neighbourhood. That rule never really disappeared, it just became a habit.

Suddenly Gator’s head appeared behind the window, before gently tapping on it. You rolled down the window and smiled softly to him.

“A problem, miss ? Heard your car making a weird sound.” His hand gripped to the roof of your vehicle, as he leaned down to see you better.

“Yeah.. It won’t start.”

“Can I take a look ?” He nodded to the front of your car.

You nodded as an answer, then he opened the hood and leaned down again to check on the engine. You stayed beside for the whole five minutes he spend searching for an answer to your problem. But he found nothing.

“‘Don’t really see what’s wrong in there.” He straightens and wiped his hands. You couldn’t help but stared at them. His veins were thick, his fingers long and his forearms, god his forearms, they were breathtaking. A white soft skin, full of freckles and moles. You bit your lower lip, your heart beat fastened somehow and your cheeks flushed pink once again.

When you lifted your head and found his eyes, he was smiling and scoffed once, shaking his head slowly. “Can I offer you a ride ?”

“A- a rid- Yes, yeah, please.” You tried to smile, but your entire face turned red now. Either from embarrassment, either because the most handsome man (in your opinion) just offered you a ride home. He laughed once again, walked towards his car and sat in the driver seat before you could even start to walk.

You moved quickly when he closed the door and reached for the passenger seat. You sat down, and even before you could close the door, Gator started driving.

“So,” He started after driving for five minutes, “where do you live ?”

“After Roy-” You cleared your throat, “your father’s election sign, you turn on the first one on the right, it’s the first white house you see after 2 miles.”

“‘K” He said quietly.

You spent the last 10 minutes in a pure silence, the only sound behind the hum of the car. When you arrived, he parked in the hallway and stopped the engine, before turning toward you.

“You’ve arrived to your destination, miss.” He said with a playful grin.

You smiled shyly again, “Thank you.. Mister.”

He laughed quietly, “Call me Gator, baby.”

Your breath catches and your face turn red for the hundredth time since you met him last week. Baby ? You gave him a small smile before opening the passenger door and stepping a foot on the ground.

“See ‘ya.” He smirked, driving away. You exhaled slowly and took a deep breath before finally getting inside your house.

When you opened the door your mom stood beside the door, she was putting on her mud boots to go feed the horse.

“Oh, hey mom.” You smiled to her, your face was still red and unfortunately she noticed.

“Hey, girl.” She smiled back, “Gator’s making you such an effect.” She laughed.

You laughed quietly, closing the door behind you. “No, no I just-” You shook your head and smiled foolishly. And without finishing your sentence you climbed up the stairs to your room, hearing your mother laughing downstairs.

You threw yourself on your bed and kicked your feet in the air from excitement. Gator called you baby, and told you to call him by his name, after driving you home. Typic romcom story. It was stupid because this probably meant nothing. But you never really had a boyfriend before and nobody ever talked or looked at you the way Gator did.

On the drive back to the Tillman’s ranch, Gator bit his lips thinking about you. He had a new idea, a new goal. This goal was you. Gator wanted to fuck you. His cock hardened at the thought of you vulnerable under him, for him.

To be continued..

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[oohlillie]

look at those damn puppy eyes

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[p0p-salvation]

[oohlillie]

oh my fucking god i need fresh air

[kassy-djomunson]

why is he acting like a sim character???

[oohlillie]

i love my man a little awkward

[oohlillie]

just saying but this picture’s gonna be the death of me

[oohlillie]

idk but his pretty face and that shirt make me feel something i’ve never felt before

[eternal-sunflowers]

shut the fuck up

DJO in Forest Hills, 7/17/26

[oohlillie]

can he kneel in front of me like this ? or is this too much ?

[oohlillie]

is it just me or Gator with his big leather jacket with the camo hoodie underneath and his sheriff’s vest just hits different ?

also that tight holster 🫦🫦

[oohlillie]

⟶ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑡. 2

𝘑𝘰𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

「 Read part one here : complicated 」

WORD COUNT : 2.7K

Summary : After months, your baby finally arrives and nothing seems complicated anymore.

Warnings : reader and joe crying; FLUFF; i don’t think there’s other; possible grammatical errors, not proofread

Lillie talks : It took me sooo long and i’m not even really satisfied 😭 Enjoy it girls 💕 Read more of my work here : masterlist. Request are always open, feel free to ask anything !

English is NOT my first language, sorry if i wrote wrong !! c:

When you entered your ninth pregnancy month you couldn’t wait anymore. You’d dream about your future baby for your entire life, just for a unknown person to ruin it in less than a second and for another to revive it few months later. Now you had enough of your belly and of the multiples medical appointments to make sure that your baby was okay, you just wanted to see it. To hold it in your arms and kiss it.

The thing you wanted the most was seeing Joe with your baby, holding it and taking care of it. You knew Joe was the best with children, he loved them and kids loved him. For the past few months he hadn’t stopped talking to your belly and kissed it good night everyday, sometimes he would even put his headphones on your belly and played some of his music, boasting himself.

The first two months flew by. You were too busy grieving your nonexistent baby to realize that you were pregnant, only to found out about your pregnancy from a stranger in a hospital.

You spent half the third month in your bed, head aching and coughing with a terrible pain in your lower back and stomach. You were scared, not for you but for your baby. You knew there was some risks because of your infertility, your baby could’ve stopped growing in the middle of the pregnancy or worst, just die at the birth from a malformation or a random illness caused by your disease. Joe was scared too, but even in his fear he spent hours reassuring you.

At the end of the month you had your first ultrasound. You hadn’t seen your gynecologist since she’d "ruined" your life, but today you came with exciting news. This time Joe came with you. He had that smile that you only saw at the best moments of his life, the one he wore at the proposal and at the wedding, or when his song was top 1 in the entire world. He held your hand tightly for the entire drive to the hospital. Your gynecologist welcomed you with a smile on her face that instantly grew when you told her your little secret. She even gave you a hug and congratulated both of you.

When you led down as she started spreading the cold gel across your stomach, your heart pounded violently in your chest. You couldn’t wait to see it, you couldn’t wait to know if your baby was okay.

“There’s your baby..” She said while smiling softly.

You quickly turned your head to the monitor and saw that tiny shape inside of you. It was so small but so big at the same time. A smile spread across your face as you turned to Joe to see him smile even more than you.

Then the room filled with a sound, a fast and steady one. Your baby’s heartbeat. It echoed through the room, loud enough to drown out every fear you had carried for months. The tears quickly came as Joe finally looked at you, his eyes softening. For several minutes, neither of you spoke.

The doctor checked some little things as you cried watching your baby. And you kindly refused when she asked you if you wanted to know the gender. You wanted to keep it as a surprise for the birth, you weren’t the kind of person who does a baby shower.

When you got back home, Joe had in his hand the ultrasound picture and quickly stuck it to the fridge. He even took a picture of it and made it his lock screen, making him smile every time he touched his phone.

By the fourth month the fear began making more room for excitement. The morning sickness were now part of the routine and your random pains suddenly stopped. The doctor assured you that everything was progressing beautifully. Every appointment brought another reassuring heart beat, another glimpse of tiny arms and legs beginning to form. You started imagining what it would look like, whose eyes the baby might have, would it have Joe’s smile or yours.. You even started searching for baby’s furniture and room ideas.

On the fifth month, your energy has completely returned. There was no more concern, only love.

One rainy afternoon, Joe came home carrying some shopping bags. You knew he loved buying new clothes with his friends, they were always thrifting somewhere in new york city. Every time he came home with bags, you asked him for a try on haul ‘cause you loved watching him being happy with the things he bought.

“Ooh.. What did you buy this time ?” You asked him with a big smile.

“Well, it’s not really for me this time.” He answered smiling more and dropping the bags on the couch next to you. You quickly opened the bags to see little clothes, the smallest socks you’d ever seen and a baby pink onesie with a little bear on it. It was so soft between your hands.

“It’s so small.” You said quietly completely mesmerized by the baby’s clothes.

“Our baby’s even smaller.” He said a large grin on his face, you laughed quietly.

Later that day, when the sun has finally dipped down, you sat with Joe in the empty nursery, already imagining where every furniture’s gonna be. The small clothes resting on your lap.

Then all of a sudden, the first kicked happened while Joe was talking. Your eyes flushed open and your hand immediately rested against your belly.

“Joe.” You cut him.

“What ?” You grabbed his hand and placed it carefully on your stomach. For several long seconds, nothing. Then a little tap against his hand made his eyes grew wide. Another tiny kick silenced you both. You just stared at each other and smiled, mouth half-opened. A small tear run down your cheek as Joe’s thumb started drawing small circles on your belly.

That evening Joe talked to your stomach for almost an hour.

The sixth month reminded you that pregnancy was never entirely free from worry. During a routine appointment, your gynecologist paused a little longer than usual while exhaling the baby’s heart. The room became unbearably quiet.

Then she explained that there appeared to be a very small irregularity, nothing alarming yet but enough that she wanted a more detailed scan with a specialist, just to be certain.

The drive home was almost silent. Your hand held your bump the entire time, and you tried to steady your breath. Joe noticed and quickly squeezed your thigh. Every fear you thought you’d left behind came rushing back.

You didn’t slept that night, you search the entire internet for an answer that only a doctor could give you. Joe laid with one arm wrapped protectively around you, his hand resting over your stomach. You cried quietly when you saw people loosing their babies at six month.

Joe suddenly woke up, probably from the small sobs leaving your lips, “You’re okay ?” He asked quietly, hugging you tighter.

You slowly shook your head, “What if something’s wrong ?” Your voice broke.

“Shh.. come here.” He said as your turn around and hurried in his arms again, resting your face inside his neck as his hands wandered on your back.

A week later, the doctor smiled before either of you could even ask, “The heart looks beautiful.” You let out a breath you knew you were holding and immediately smiled. The tiny irregularity had resolved on its own as the baby continued developing. Nothing more needed to be done.

The seventh and eighth months felt peaceful. The baby continued growing. Your thoughts were filled with small things like tiny diapers, stuffed animals, pacifiers. You spent an entire day painting the walls of the nursery in a cream color. Assembling the crib and some other furnitures.

Your belly had grown round. Every kick had become stronger you could see tiny movements ripple beneath your skin. Joe started kissing your stomach every morning before leaving for the studio, the good nights weren’t enough for him.

He’d kissed you, then your bump, “Good morning, little one.” He’d whisper.

By the ninth month, the nursery was finally finished. Tiny clothes filled the dresser, little products sat on the changing table, plushies were comfortable in the tiny crib.

The only thing missing was your baby. You just had to wait few weeks and then you’ll be able to hug him or her.

By the time the clock struck nine, you could barely keep your eyes open. This last week particularly exhausted you in a way you had never experienced before. You stretched slowly before getting up from the couch and glanced toward Joe.

“I’m gonna sleep,” you yawned, “I’m exhausted.”

“Already ?”

“Your child is stealing all my energy.”

He laughed quietly and grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him so he could kiss your belly. You smiled softly and disappeared down the hallway to your bedroom, hearing Joe shouting "i love you".

After an hour, or maybe two, Joe finally slipped quietly into the bedroom. Moonlight spilled across the room through the curtains. You were already sleeping when Joe climbed into the bed next to you.

You were curled carefully on your side with your pregnancy pillow tucked under your belly. He moved closer until he was pressed gently against your back. One of his arm slipped carefully around your waist, resting protectively beneath your bump and he kissed the back of your shoulder.

“I can’t wait.” He whispered softly against your ear.

There was only a few more weeks, only a little longer until you would finally meet the little person who had already changed both of your lives.

You smiled softly without opening your eyes. You slowly tuned around, a complicated maneuver with your very round belly. When you finally faced him, you opened your eyes. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled.

“You comfortable ?”

You nodded before he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. You reached for him as best you could and hugged him, your belly making the embrace kinda awkward. Within moments, you had fallen asleep again. Joe followed not long afterward, one hand still resting lightly over your stomach.

Around 1 a.m., you wake up with a familiar urge. You sighed whispering a small "again" between your lips. For the past months you’d woken up a thousand times at night to go pee, your baby was crashing down on your bladder, making impossible to hold it in. It was the third times tonight and you couldn’t handle it anymore, you needed some sleep.

You carefully untangled yourself from Joe’s arms, trying not to wake him. He stirred only slightly but never wakes up. The bedroom remained dark as you entered the bathroom, turning on the light after closing the door behind you with one hand always supporting your aching back. You sat down on the toilet after pulling down your pants and made your affair, half asleep. When you finished, you flushed the toilet and stood at the sink to wash your hands, before drying them with a small towel. You paused for a moment, yawning while both of your hands rested on the sink to steady yourself.

But then you felt a strange sensation followed by a sound of water falling on the bathroom tiles. Your frowned as a warm liquid ran down your legs. You glanced down, “Oh.” You sighed. You couldn’t wait to give birth, you wanted this more than anything right now, but tonight wasn’t the right time. You were tired like you’d never been before — probably because your body knew — and the only thing you wanted and needed right now was settling back in Joe’s arms to sleep.

You rubbed both your hands down your face and sighed again, not really realizing what just happened. You weren’t ready, you still had two weeks left, tonight wasn’t the night. You blinked once, your exhaustion keeping you calm.

You grabbed a towel and placed it beneath your feet before slowly moving back toward the bedroom where Joe remained completely asleep. You reached out and gently shook his shoulder.

“Joe.” You whispered, “Joe.” You repeated a little louder, shaking his shoulder again. A sleepy groan left his lips as he hums slowly.

“My water broke.”

“What …?” His voice muffled by the pillow.

You smiled and laughed quietly, “My water broke.” You repeated.

Then Joe’s eyes flew open and he immediately sat up in the bed, “Are you serious right now ?” You nodded, a small grin on your lips. “Oh my god, baby, are you okay ?” He said as he reached for your hand, pulling you closer. You could see panic washing over his face.

You laughed quietly, “Yeah. I am.”

“Sure ? You’re not hurting or anything ?”

You shook your heard slowly, “I’m okay.” A grin still spread across your lips. “I was planning on sleeping until at least 1p.m. tomorrow but yeah, i’m okay.”

He lets out a long breath and mumble “oh my god..” while running his hands down his face. “You- we have to-” You could hear panic growing in his voice.

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it, “Joe, it’s okay. I’m okay. You’re okay.”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second, “Okay, okay.”

After spending 20 minutes finishing up your hospital bag, you were finally sitting in the car on your way to the hospital. One of Joe’s hand was tight around the steering wheel and his breath heavy, while his other hand rested on your thigh.

When you finally settled in the hospital room, which was way too bright and smelled weird, you felt the first small contraction in your lower belly, making you squeeze on Joe’s hand.

“You alright ?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah.. For now.” You said. But five minutes later the anesthesiologist placed you the epidural because your contractions suddenly tripled and the pain settled deep inside you.

After you spent an hour pacing back and forth around the room, rolling your hips on a gym ball and trying stretches to relieve the pain, the nurse entered the room to tell you that it was finally the time.

The pushing surprisingly took only 1 hour, probably less. You can’t even remember what happened, only the nurses voice telling you to push, Joe’s hand in yours while the other braced under your knee. You’d never seen him concentrated like this before, even when he was on set. His soft voice saying that he was proud of you.

Your baby girl arrived at 3:26 a.m.. Tears fell down your cheeks at the same time as your daughter, laying on your chest now.

The hugest smile spread across Joe’s face as one of his hand reached for her. Then small tears rolled down his face. You look at him, he looks at you, then back at your baby. Everything feel peaceful even in the loud screams.

She was pretty, so perfect in your eyes. So tiny you were almost scared to break her. “Hi baby.” You say between two sobs, while your hand tapped gently on her back.

They clean her up with Joe helping, wrap her in a soft cloth and hand her to him. His huge hand supported her tiny head. He sniffed as tears began to fall again.

“Hey, baby girl.” He says between two sobs, “I’m your daddy.” You could see the realization hitting on his face as soon as he pronounced the word "Daddy".

He laughs quietly when he finally sees her open her eyes and when a small sound left her mouth for the first time, you see Joe’s eyes softening. “Yeah, I know baby.” He smiles, his fingers brushing her small hair.

Then he walks over to you, and lower down slightly just enough for you to reach your baby, while his thumb brush her cheek very gently, “And this is your mommy.” He says when you take her in your arms, “Your brave mommy.” He smiles.

You look up at him for a moment, and just smile. It was so new, just the three of you in a silent room.

“I’m so so proud of you, my love.” He said while reaching for you face, “You did so great.”

“I love you, Joe.”

“I love you.” He leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead.

Your lives were now changed forever. Your future was now full of happiness. And nothing felt complicated anymore. It was now the three of you against the world.

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Leather & Lace Masterlist

bsf!gator tillman x reader series

18+, MDNI NSFW

do not copy my work or rewrite it as your own.

There are three things Gator Tillman knows like the back of his hand. 

Money. Guns. And you. 

One of those being far more dangerous than the rest, but he didn’t know that yet. 

Playlist 🎧

Mood board 💭

blurbs based on L&L 🍒🐊

Kofi link (NEVER expected, but thank you!)

Chapter one: Cherry Coke

Chapter two: Thank God for the cock!

Chapter three: Woof.

Chapter four: Basophobia

Chapter five: A man of many talents

Chapter six: Looney Tunes

Chapter seven: The prodigal cousin returns

Chapter eight: Gator Tillman can’t commit.

Chapter nine: The sink

Chapter ten: Wine cost more than you think

Chapter eleven: Beverly’s big tip

Chapter twelve: whipped

Chapter thirteen: Should’ve taken the couch

Chapter fourteen: Love, Grilled Cheese, & Cancellations

Chapter fifteen: Wake Up Call

Chapter sixteen: The only exception

Chapter seventeen: Cowboy Pillows

Chapter eighteen: Gossip!

Chapter nineteen: “I can ride”

Chapter twenty: Poppin’ Cherries

Chapter twenty-one: Fall heart first

Chapter twenty-two: Early Rising

Chapter twenty-three: The Father, The Son, The Money (all filthy!)

Chapter twenty-four: cats and dogs and birds and bees

Chapter twenty-five: The Hill

Chapter twenty-six: Vapor

Chapter twenty-seven: Guilty men die.

Chapter twenty-eight: Blood Stained Secrets

Chapter twenty-nine: Friend, Foe, or Forever?

Chapter thirty: property line

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[oohlillie]

this is the reason i’m not writing these days.. it’s way too good

[whispersoflost]

waking up slow

pairing: joe keery x reader summary: your boyfriend helps you to face one of your biggest insecurities and asks you to sit on his face so he can taste you properly. warnings: explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, established relationship, thumb sucking, oral (f receiving), self-doubts and insecurities, face sitting, pussy eating (or more pussy drinking), slight fingering, lots of fluff, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns for reader word count: 2k authors note: thank you @oohlillie for your request. i know it literally took me ages to write it, but i was in a really bad need for joe these past days (i wonder why) and just took it to go with the flow. i hope you like how it turned out! ₊˚⊹ᰔ inspired by the song waking up slow

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the summer heat came with no mercy. and this year it somehow hit even harder than the past, the sun so strong it was almost burning you alive just because you dared to step outside.

today, there was no difference. and even though it was only in the early morning hours, it already got so hot that you started sweating in your sleep.

that was one of the things which woke you up.

that and…

“joe, baby. what are you doing?” you sighed softly, the words turning into a little giggle at the end as you felt his nose nudge against the skin of your neck, his light stubble tickling you.

he didn’t answer, only shifted his weight on the mattress behind you, pressing his hips closer into the curve of your ass.

that’s when you felt it, his hard morning wood twitching against the soft flesh of your cheeks, drawing a little whimper from your lips.

his reaction was instant, burying his face deeper into your neck and inhaling the sweet scent of you—honey and something he was sure it must be greek yogurt. “yeah, you definitely smell like breakfast,” he hummed, rutting his hips against you, desperate for more friction.

you couldn’t help but giggle again, your head falling back against his shoulder while he still used your ass to get himself off.

but before it could go any further, you turned around in his arms, slipping one knee in between his legs, pressing up against his crotch. “you’re so desperate,” you teased and he growled, leaning forward to catch your lips in a slow kiss.

“i’m always desperate when it comes to you, honey,” he replied, his hand coming down on your thigh, squeezing the soft skin there.

“yeah?” you challenged, grinning up at him as you lifted your brows, your hands cradling his face. “totally,” he all but sighed, meeting your lips once more.

what started as a soft and gentle kiss, quickly turned into something hungry and deep, your mouth opening on its own, granting him entry. joe took the invitation immediately, his tongue diving into the heat of your mouth, tasting every wet inch with the same intensity.

he only pulled away to gasp for air, leaving you completely breathless and needy, heat pulsing through your body, gathering between your legs. you pressed your thighs together, what wasn’t so easy with your leg between his. and when he noticed, he didn’t let you, just pushed his knee up forcing your legs to fall apart.

you knew he had you right where he wanted you, desperate and aching for him just like he was for you. “fuck, joe. it’s too hot, i really don’t wanna move more than out of bed and into a cold shower,” you whined and he laughed heartily.

“come on, honey. that’s what makes it so much more exciting.” his arm wrapped around your smaller form, pressing you closer against his warm chest, the sweat on your skin sticking you together.

“ugh, you’re gross,” you snorted, shaking your head as you tried to slip out of his grip and away from his sweat slicked body. but he held you against him firmly, lowering his head down to your neck.

“mmmm, i don’t think it’s gross,” he muttered, blowing a cold breath against one spot, sending a shiver down your spine. “it’s new. and by the way, we already shared much different body fluids, didn’t we?”

he didn’t leave you time to respond, his tongue darting out to lick a long stripe from your collarbone up to the sensitive spot behind your ear.

“fucking hell, joseph,” you moaned sofly, the drag of his hot tongue against your already heated skin only fueling the fire on the inside and his grinning face appeared back in your field of view. “feels good?” he asked, and you smacked his bicep “you’re such a tease and i hate you,” you declared, taking the opportunity to scoot away from him.

“you love me,” he corrected immediately, catching you by your waist with both hands and rolling you on top of him so you were straddling his waist.

your hair sticked to your sweaty skin, some strands falling into your face and it was like time slowed down. “god, you’re so beautiful,” joe breathed out, one hand coming up to brush your hair back, his hand slipping into the back of your neck, guiding you down and meeting you halfway for another kiss.

his tongue instantly brushed over your lips, silently asking for entrance and you opened up again, moaning softly into his mouth while he devoured you whole.

“i need to taste you,” he breathed against your lips and you pulled away with a cocky smile. “you already have,” you replied, rubbing the tip of your nose against his.

joe shook his head this time, his hand holding your jaw, thumb tracing your bottom lip, still wet from the kiss, smearing his saliva around there. “you know what i mean, don’t play dumb, gorgeous.”

“but i-“ you began, only to get cut off by his thumb, slipping past your lips, silencing you.

he pressed his finger down on your tongue, watching how your lips closed around it, sucking gently. then, he pulled it out with a wet pop, and took the hem of the tank top you wore for sleep (besides your panties).

you let him, giving him permission by lifting your hands over your head so he could get rid of it. and as soon it was off, his hands were on your bare breasts, cupping the heavy weight of them.

“so fucking perfect,” he whispered under his breath, squeezing them softly and your head fell back into your neck with a small gasp.

you were still sweating but the pleasure took over your body and you couldn’t help but grind your hips down against the bulge in his briefs. “shit,” he hissed, his pupils dilating under the growing desire and his hands wandered down your body, both index fingers dipping into the waistband of your black lace panties.

he tugged them down as best as he could and you giggled, helping him get them off, the fabric following your tank top to the floor.

you expected him to roll you over then, to pin you underneath him and dive his face between your legs. but what he did instead, left you hesitant. joe’s grip on your hips tightened as he urged you to move forward, up his body. “what are you doing?” you asked, a little irritated even a little nervous, your gazes colliding like galaxies.

“hey…” he mumbled, his thumbs tracing soothing circles against your hip. “you trust me, right?”

this time, there was no hesitating. “of course. you know i do. but… we never did it before and honestly, i think-“ joe cut you off once more, a caring smile on his lips.

“don’t think then. just… trust me and feel.” his hands supported you as you kept crawling higher, stopping before you settled into place right over his face. “are you sure? i mean… you know what happens in this position and it’s hot… i was sweating and…”

“what did i just tell you?” he interrupted you gently. “don’t think. just… let me take care of you.”

with that, he guided you the last inches so you were positioned over his mouth, his breath hot against your center.

“joe, i don’t think it’s-“ the thought vanished into thin air when he dragged his fingers through your wet folds, making your upper body fall forward and you had to brace yourself against the headboard of the bed.

“oh my god,” you moaned, closing your eyes as he added another finger, parting your lips, causing your arousal to spill out. it dripped down, right onto his waiting tongue and you could hear a low hum coming from underneath you.

“don’t hold back, baby. let me feel it all,” he said and you were just about to ask what he meant when he already pulled you down on his face completely, diving his tongue deep into your tight hole.

you moaned out deeply, your knuckles turning white as you held on to the headboard, sparks of pleasure exploding in your abdomen while he worked his sinful mouth over your aching pussy.

his big hands held your restless hips in place, not allowing you to move away as if he was begging you to let him drown in your arousal.

“joe…oh—fuck—“ you cried out desperately, the tip of his nose pumping against your clit with every lap of his greedy tongue, drinking up every drop of your essence you offered to him.

but you still couldn’t let yourself go, the fear to suffocate him too strong. just as if he could sense that something was off, he pushed your hips away a little, running his damp nose along the inside of your thigh.

“ride my face, baby. take what you need just like you take my cock,” he urged you but you shook your head. “i don’t wanna hurt you. yet alone drown you,” you protested, jumping instantly when he gave the flesh of your thigh a small lovebite.

“you won’t. trust me, you won’t,” he insisted. “just let your body take over and see what happens. do it for me, okay baby?”

and with that, he dived back in, slurping up the slick that gathered between your folds, the sound echoing through the room.

your head fell back into your neck once again, pure and raw need taking control of your body and you grind your hips down against his face.

it earned a deep growl from him that vibrated against your inner walls, causing them to clench around his searching tongue.

the soft squeeze of his fingers on your hip was his sign that he wanted you to do it again, and his tongue trailed up to circle your clit with just the right amount of pressure, sucking here and there.

and that was what shattered your fears.

“f-fuck, don’t stop…” you whimpered, the scratch of his beard against the insides of your things almost making you lose your mind and you finally let the lust take over your body.

you hips ground down, desperate to feel him deeper, his moans shooting sparks up your spine, nose bumping against your clit.

you rode his face like you used to ride his cock, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten fast. and you knew what was about to come.

“joe… oh god, baby. i’m gonna—i’m gonna cum,” you moaned, your movements becoming sloppier and uncoordinated. “yeah, jus’ like that. cum on my tongue, baby,” your heard joe through the pleasure and only seconds later, your orgasm crashed down on you.

and as always when you were on top, you couldn’t control what was about to happen. and with the waves of pleasure, your pussy convulsed and you squirted all over his face, drowning him in your sweet release.

it didn’t stop, wave after wave, pulse after pulse and joe took it all. he drank from you, like he was lost in the desert and you were the only water he could find, little slurping sounds bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom.

and when you finally came down from your high, you sank forward, your forehead resting against the edge of the headboard, joe’s face still between your legs, still lapping up what you could give him, the aftershocks causing your thighs to tremble violently.

only when he was sure he got it all, he helped you climb off of him, rolling you onto your back and leaned over your spent form.

his lips and chin glistened from your juices, lips swollen and pupils still blown wide while he rubbed his thumb softly over your cheekbone.

“you’ve been so good f’me baby,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss you, giving you a taste of yourself on his tongue. “wasn’t that bad, wasn’t it?” he added, nipping at your bottom lip, making you whine in agreement.

of course, this hadn’t been enough for him.

“now what do you say, honey…ready for the next round?” without waiting for an answer, he slipped down your body, head diving right back between your thighs.

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[oohlillie]

[sweatydjoshoes]

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[oohlillie]

please they’re hugeeeee

[oohlillie]

I FINALLY REACHED 300 FOLLOWERS !!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE I LOVE YOU ALL 💕💕💕💕

for the occasion, little sneak peek of things i’m working on :

- work out : Realizing how hot your boyfriend is when seeing him working out. [smutttttt 😛]

- heart necklace : losing the necklace your husband offered you on your first anniversary, not thinking that maybe you’ll get it again. [fluff]

- complicated part 2 : After months, your baby finally arrives and nothing seems complicated anymore. [extra mega super fluff & dad!joe 🥹]

ANDDDD with the fact that I just watched Fargo :

- watching you : not spoiling the plot duh (will probably become a serie if you want to and even if you don’t want to 🤭) [lit everything : smut, fluff and angst..]

(everything is unfinished in my draft for now, im so incredibly lazy 😭😭 promise i’ll try to post them this week or next week !!)

thank you again girls, i love you all sooooo much 💕💕 🤗