#dove asks

[djob00bies]

so i think what would be so super cool to read is gator being the one overstimulated and worked to the edge until he’s just really overwhelmed and yknow, im not saying he starts to cry but maybe a lil bit of sniffles as hes trying to keep it the fuck together :) those big doe eyes all watery and his eyelashes all sticking together but hes NOT!!!! crying!!!!!

or him just fucking reader stupid, pick your poison ! 🫪

love @keer-y on main

anything for you, queen bestie jess 👑

uhhhh…. idk what happened. i blacked out i think…

warnings for this baby include choking, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (in the car), finger sucking??? lol oops!

MDNI (18+)

in this life, there are three things that are certain: death, taxes, and you ending up in the back of gator tillman’s off duty cruiser on a saturday night.

you aren’t sure when it started, nor if it was ever going to end. but these reoccurring late night rendezvous’ with the town’s resident delinquent dipshit truly kept you on your toes.

was he a gentleman? sort of, you couldn’t really tell. he wouldn’t jump to throw his coat over a puddle but he wouldn’t dare let you make that walk of shame without making you come at least twice.

tonight was like any other — only this time, you were holding the reins. one hand of yours braced on gator’s shoulder while the other was wrapped around his neck, the sounds of slapping skin and strangled moans engulfing the backseat of gator’s poor cruiser as you rode him like a madwoman.

“mmf—fuck,” gator chokes, literally, his face melting in pleasure, thick eyelashes fluttering as those hazel irises disappeared behind his eyelids.

truthfully, you hadn’t been having the best day. work was a nightmare, your friends were terrible at making plans and god forbid anyone knew how to drive these days. was it wrong to take your stresses and anger out on the guy who waits up by the phone for you with his hand lazily stroking himself through his pants?

no, you didn’t think so. and his wracked moans as you let him buck his hips up to meet your slick pussy were proof that it wasn’t entirely ill intended

“feels— feels so fuckin’ tight ‘round me, sugar. keep— keep squeezin’ me like that p— ah, please…”

the hand of yours that choked him moved up to cup his jaw, your face mirroring his expression of pure ecstasy as his tip rammed into you and hit that sweet spot, deep within you every time. your stomach was in knots, you’d been riding him for so long that the windows of his squad car were fogged up, covered in hand prints, and fogged up again.

“gator, oh my god,” you moan, “look at me, please—” you nod when his eyes flutter open, pools of honey snapping around your features and unsure of where to focus first. your face cracks into a smile when you notice the purplish hue of his bottom lip, abused by your nibbles and kisses and slick with saliva as he practically drooled over the feeling of your cunt clenching around him.

“s’fuckin’— shit, yer’ killin’ me here.” gator whines when you stop your rhythm to grind down against him, your hips meeting his thighs, seating him all the way inside of you. he’s panting, cock straining and aching inside of you— he tries his best to hold out for as long as he can when it comes to you. he could tell you were having a shit day just by the way you simply grumbled and pulled him into your lips when he asked you about the currently unfolding drama in your friend group.

truth was, all gator wanted was to be good for you. to keep you coming back for more, even though it didn’t take much. and you rolling your hips with him fully to the hilt inside of you, your arousal leaking out of your soaked pussy onto his throbbing cock and ruining his good pair of cargos, it was all getting to be a bit much.

gator’s lip quivers when you pick up the pace, both of your hands now holding onto his shoulders for stability while his sought refuge at your waist. he wasn’t fucking you — you were fucking him. your pace and moans and tight, wet walls had rendered him utterly useless. which was something he was definitely not used to being.

“i’m— i’m so fuckin’ close na’ sugar, gonna— gon’ fill y’ up how y’ like it, yeah?” he tries his best to put on that gruff voice he knows you love, practically whimpering when you lean down and put your ear next to his mouth to hear his sounds better.

“please gator, gimme’ it all,” you moan, kissing at the mole just beneath his jaw to look back into his eyes, right as you’re about to chase your orgasm.

but when you pull away, you don’t see that cocky, self assured expression. that macho look at me, i make girls cum face that’s riddled with pride. instead, you see tear stained lashes. rosy red cheeks and teeth sunk so hard into his bottom lip, you were sure he’d draw blood.

“are— gate, are you fucking crying?”

gator shakes his head —thats a lie— he wasn’t sad, nor angry. he was simply so fucking hard and turned on that even thinking about you coming made more tears well up in his eyes.

when he doesn’t reply further, a crooked smile cracks onto your cheeks. you’re just about there as far as your orgasm went, your legs burning like lava and your stomach a cable that was just about ready to snap — gator’s eyes were still wet, a singular tear rolling down his face.

right as your orgasm crashes over you, you wipe the tear from his cheek — he groans at the action, at the feeling of you pulsing around him when you came, but not long before you’re taking that thumb you used to wipe his tears and popping it into his mouth.

“suck.”

gator does as he’s told and soon enough, he’s coming too, hips spasming as he shoots his load deep inside of you. with your thumb still enveloped by his soft, swollen lips, his eyes are wide, pupils blown, staring at you like you’d just walked on water. his cheeks are stained with tears and the only thought bouncing around in his head right now was you, you, you, you, you.

“shit, tillman,” you sigh, chuckling as his dick twitches slightly back to life inside of you at you addressing him, “you worked the hell outta’ me.”

when you pull your thumb from his mouth, you replace the heavy feeling against hips lower lip with a tender kiss. his breathing is still erratic, hands shaky down at your hips as he tries with all of his might to kiss you back.

“i ain’t ever cried over no’ damn pussy before.” he mumbles into your lips. back like he never left. “tell anyone ‘bout that n’ yer’ fuckin’ dead, y’heard?”

“why would i want any other girl in this town to know that they, too, could make a grown man cry?” you tease him, running the back of your fingers against his tear-soaked cheek, “you know i don’t like to share.”

[theleviathanslair]

Asks open!

Decided to open asks early. While i have entered her into the @sonic-fankid-showdown asks for her have and always will be open!

I will do. My best to always answer in character!

[yoondepity]

theoretical question: yall know how the og six eyed butterfly bros had eyes on their hands? so my question is THEORETICALLY would they be able to see the inside when fisting someone or? 🤔 I'm so serious I've been thinking about this for days now

[googleitlol]

How dare you hurt my feelings with the Black Myth Wukong AU!.... Do it again

…I might have a oneshot in mind

Two oneshots, actually 😏

one of them is an equally angst-ridden lmk au for PoM tho, HOOO that one is DEPRESSING tho teehee

[dove-dust]

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[subjectverb]

DO YOU FUCK WITH CRESCENT DOG

i do!! i do fuck with him!

[djob00bies]

hey love i would love to read some gator or teacake (or both) drabbles of how they’d react to you being interested in focusing on the non-usual parts of their bodies. like… their little tummies or fingers, perchance even their nipples or like, eyelashes. just smth that’s still intimate and kinda horny without being their dick LMAO ok thanks bye love @keer-y on main 🤍

hello jess my pookie aka keer-y on main. i would love more than anything to write this for you!

truthfully, i got carried away — so teacake will be getting his own post for this prompt!

here’s gator reacting to some unconventional displays of affection. goodies beneath the cut! (+18 MDNI!)

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it had been a long day of socialization for you and gator.

you’d just gotten back from a huge family gathering; someone’s grandma’s nephew’s 1st birthday party on a sweltering 90° summer day. it was outdoors, which you weren’t thrilled about. however, you were grateful for the heat and humidity being the deciding factor of gator’s outfit choice that day.

rather than the uniform black tee and cargo shorts, your beau decided on a simple black muscle tee. and man, was it tight. it had to have been buried in the back of his underwear drawer and probably hadn’t seen the light of day since JV football practice.

back then, gator was lanky, and scrawny, and unfit for a football team despite them letting everyone who tried out onto the squad because of fairness. but now, years later, after setting aside time dedicated to a gym routine and meeting a girl whose favorite display of affection is baking him his favorite oatmeal raisin cookies, gator’s ability to fill out (and then some) that muscle tee made your mouth water.

you were staring at him all day, undressing him with your eyes as he leaned with his back against a sturdy oak tree. he’d caught you a couple of times and knowing you well enough, he had no choice but to call you out as he took a swig out of his red solo cup.

“like what’cha see?” he teases, the sweat from his cup dripping onto the unforgiving shirt, “‘seems like you’ve got a damn’ starin’ problem.”

you shake your head, pursing your lips, then hiding a smirk behind your own cup, “what, a girl can’t admire her hot boyfriend?”

from that point on, you and gator played the longest game of eye tag known to man. but in the moments where he was looking away or occupied with his phone, you let your gaze wander down to the way the fabric of that stupid, sexy muscle tee was taut against his broad chest, nipples poking out and visible through the fabric and a bit of muscly stomach pudge spilling over his belt. you watched hypnotized as it contorted when he let out a deep sigh, being forced to snap back to reality when he asks you if you wanted to “get goin’.”

hours later, all of the lust fueled looks and dismissal of said looks eventually boiled over into a steamy makeout session against the bathroom counter. it was still so hot outside despite the sun passing the horizon— and the two of you were still sweaty from the party. a shower was in order, but you barely made it past the threshold of the bathroom before gator’s hands were on you.

“y’ been givin’ me looks all fuckin’ day n’ expect me not to do somethin’ about it?” gator teases, a reply to you yelping once your bare ass hit the bathroom counter. he stood tall between your knees, eyes flitting from your lips, to your chest.

“i can’t say i didn’t know it was coming,” you giggle.

you’re kissing him as per usual, letting your hands roam his body, sucking on and biting at his bottom lip and soothing the ache with your tongue in the way you know drives him crazy. but rather than making your usual venture of kisses down his neck before he’s got his dick out and pumping in his hand, you skip right to the thing you’ve been thinking about all day.

his chest.

“fuck’re ya’ doin, weirdo?”

gator has a harder time being his usual uptight self when he comes to you, but you planting a kiss against his peck, right next to his nipple, really caught him off guard. though his jeering remark packs little to no punch at all.

“loving you?” you offer, lessening the blow with the bat of your eyelashes.

“y’ain’t trynn’ suck my tits now, are ya’? that’s my fuckin’ job— n’ i’m too damn good at it t’ get replaced.”

“just— let it happen, gates.”

he holds you steadily while you kiss and lick at his chest, and your hands are on a journey of their own, gently rubbing circles from his waist to his plush stomach. he shivers— there’s so much going on, but he can’t say with his chest (ha ha) that he doesn’t like it.

and he actually likes it way more than he ever could’ve imagined.

you’ve got gator in a mess of moans and expletives as your lips trail across his pecs, leaving bites and nips and hickies in places only the two of you can see. you admit to him much you’ve been thinking about this, about him. about how much you love his body and appreciate the work he puts into be perfect for you.

he just smiles, breathless, already looking fucked out by merely your words and feathery touches —

“‘s all fer’ you, mama. love it how y’ like.”

[djob00bies]

I need to know something… is gator the obsessive, possessive, jealous type of boyfriend who needs to see you at all times and you better be alone? Or is he a big softie because he loves you and only you and you need to understand that everything he does is for you?

omg omg okay — i think gator is a mix of both.

he’s not possessive enough to the point where you can’t see friends or go out on weekends and live your life, but if he sees you with another guy, alone, sans context, he might get a little snippy and hold it against you for a couple of hours or days.

gator seems petty to me — i don’t think his mean girl brain is developed enough for him to do something ridiculously mean and make it hurt to “teach you a lesson” but he does hold grudges, and things over your head.

more jealous because he’s a tiny bit insecure and would never admit it, but all he really needs to snap out of it is a reminder.

it’ll be the next morning after a night out, you were drunk by the time you went to bed so, everything was pretty much a blur. but when you wake up and gator is already gone from his slot in the bed, you trot out of your bedroom in a giant t-shirt and leftover eyeliner to see your boyfriend angrily scrambling eggs at the kitchen counter.

“g’mornin’,” you attempt, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

but gator doesn’t answer, just shakes his head, his hair already gelled back into a helmet, black shirt and camo cargos on a ready for work. that in itself wasn’t like him, normally he’d wake you up by kissing your forehead and asking you if you needed anything (gatorade, pepto, tylenol, water, etc.) on the mornings after a night of drinking.

“uh, hello? i said good morning,” you repeat, crossing your arms as you near closer to him. he still ignores you, the scrambling of eggs getting more intense.

it takes him a second to actually acknowledge you, after dropping the scrambled eggs into the hot pan he says, “who was’at last night?”

having just woken up, your brain was still turning on. he continues making his breakfast (yes, only his, but after everything resolves itself he’d switch gears and make yours too) and only glances at you over his shoulder.

“who was what? what? what are you even talking about?”

“don’t act like i ain’ see you hug some guy last night. y’were all over ‘em. fuckin’ dude had a personal space problem.”

you go on to explain to your bitter, “wake up and choose violence” boyfriend that the “dude with a personal space problem” from the bar last night was your childhood friend (who grew up to be extremely gay, and happily married to his boyfriend from high school).

gator doesn’t admit he was wrong to ignore you all night into this morning — but he does mumble a barely audible “sorry” when you walk over to his backside standing at the kitchen counter and wrap your arms around him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

all that goes to say, deep down he is a big (kind of insecure) softie. he wants what’s his all to himself, he hates sharing. and usually he’s fine and forgetting about even starting all this drama after a few kisses and a back rub after work. :)

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