#perv!gator

[keer-y]

perv!gator housesitting for u while ur on vacation and snooping through allllllll your shit. most of it is boring (not to him, though. everything you own is interesting to him.) but when he gets to your panty drawer he goes crazy. send tweet

the idea of trusting gator enough to ask him to house sit for you but he’s actually an asshole

he’s definitely stealing a pair of them, absolutely

probably more than one bc odds are he ruins the first three pairs

[cha0ticstranger]

perv!gator with equally pervy bimbo reader but she’s still a little clueless to some of his advances??

i think gator with someone who is a little oblivious is really funny because he's trying to be smooth but is barely holding his cool

I'm thinking about perv!Gator, who came out to the bar with a few of his buddies, runs into you while out on a girls' night. [he knew you'd be here, that's why he suggested it to the guys.] His eyes are immediately locked onto your hips, seeing the sides of your black thong peaking out over the waistline of your denim shorts.

After a couple of beers, Gator brushes off his station buddies to stammer over to you. His index finger hooks into the strap of your thong, pulling your attention. His pink tongue darts over his bottom lip, "Hey, sugar."

"Hey, deputy," you giggle at his attention. Your friends leave you be, rolling their eyes as they know they'll be seeing very little of you for the rest of the night.

"Just Gator f'r you," he hums with a quick press of his lips to your neck. Gator nods toward one of the billiard tables, "Y'ever played pool? I could teach ya."

You eye his smirk, not quite understanding his question, "Um, no. I don't think I'd be very good at it."

His brow dips for just a moment. But as quick as you catch it, it's gone, and his fingertips press a little harder into the skin of your hip. He clears his throat and attempts to clarify his statement, "Let me teach ya how t' play pool."

With an exasperated sigh, you allow Gator to tug you in the opposite direction, lingering at the edge of the table as he grabs a pool cue. He passes it to you to hold while he racks the balls.

"Don't we need two sticks?" You ask him, tracking his movements with curiosity.

"Nah," Gator shakes his head, nose slightly scrunched in disagreement.

You yield, not understanding his sudden interest in teaching you pool when you could be dancing with your friends or making out in a dark corner. Yet as soon as Gator presses himself up behind you, he cages you in with the cue, and his bulge settles firmly against your ass — you slowly begin to understand why he's insistent on teaching you pool.

[cha0ticstranger]

part 2 of perv!gator who taps your phone and finds out reader's bf doesn't make reader finish? 🥺🙏

part one – please enjoy a few more thoughts on the subject

— The one thing you can't deny is how observant Gator can be. It didn't take him long to learn that shallow compliments about your looks meant nothing to you. So if he needed to woo you with a little more authenticity, it'd be more than worth it in the end.

— Gator now listens to you like you're the goddamn radio. It's not even just listening to your fake moans and the real ones that follow when you get yourself off when your boyfriend dismisses himself to the bathroom. He listens to you get ready in the morning while he's driving to the station, hearing the little comments about what small insecurity you've stated while glancing in a mirror.

— So Gator makes himself a mental note to compliment you on these little insecurities, but not every day because he can't let you get suspicious. On Monday, he mentioned that the shade of your shirt made your eyes shine a little brighter when he heard you say that they appeared dull. Thursday morning, Gator offered to buy you lunch when he heard you sleep through your alarm again. Friday afternoon, he stopped by your desk just to ask if you did something different with your hair when you complained about how long it took to curl it that morning.

— And it is Sunday night when Gator reaps his reward. Your boyfriend is on an overnight stay down at the fire hall for his weekly night shift. Gator is home, in bed, just listening to you.

— You must be in your bedroom, watching a movie or just lounging idly. You have spoken in a while, just the occasional snort of amusement. It's music to his ears. But you've been quiet for a moment, just some faint rustling of the sheets.

— Gator begins to wonder if you've fallen asleep or if his connection is spotty again. But then you murmur something small, one syllable that's hardly comprehensible. He wants to dismiss it, but his mind won't let it go. Minutes later, it comes again, now breathier. The frequency picks up, and so does the realization that you're working yourself up, touching yourself.

— Finally, your volume picks up; the wet squelch of your fingers curling into your wet pussy comes through the speaker. Gator's half hard, and desperately wishing those were his fingers instead. He's lying back, hand in his boxers as he strokes himself a few times, keeping it slow for himself. He wants to know how long you'll go, and he's desperate to listen to every whimper.

— Gator's head tilts back each time his thumb brushes over the head of his cock, collecting more precum. He imagines it to be your tongue while listening to you mindlessly babble. Gator is starting to get carried away too. That's why he wasn't quite sure he heard you correctly the first time. But when he hears your sharp breath followed by a satisfied cry of his name, he knows for certain. You were touching yourself while thinking about Gator.

[cha0ticstranger]

ahahahhahsyua hear me out here

perv!gator would find out what body wash you use and track down the nearest lush store to find the matching lotion and jack it with it

is this too freak im scared i cannot stop thinking about this 😓

oh my god – yes!

imagine Gator arriving to Lush, smelling through each of the lotions, and nearly giving himself a headache with all the scents. that is until he finds it, the scent of your body wash. Sex Bomb by Lush. he nearly loses it at the store, trying to keep himself from texting you and giving himself up as a perv who wants to buy lotion that smells like you for when he needs to jack.

[cha0ticstranger]

Okay so what about Perv!gator who dates Reader. Not just any Reader. High-key nastyy unhinged pervyyyy reader, like she's into fauxcest, monster fucking and she does jerk almost all the time. She gets horny as fuck when Gator's home and only wearing loose clothes, like those gray sweatpants that for some reason always show the outline of his cock. She always send porn videos and photos along with some photos of her and a tiny 'Buy condoms when you get back :D' ESPECIALLY when Gator tells her that he is busy, she's indeed very cheeky, she can't help it poor thing her boyfriend so hot 🤷‍♀️💦

Thanks and I hope you have a good day :D

Oooh my god, she is out-freaking him – i'm obsessed!!!

Freak 4 Freak Perv! Gator and Reader is insane and I'm here for it.

[cha0ticstranger]

inspections with perv!gator oh my god

i totally didn't drool while picturing this scenario. also ladies, do not ever thank a man for doing the bare minimum. in fact, just hit him with your car.

cw: sexism, roy tillman, some non-con, a little kinky, a gun, nsfw under the cut

— The Tillman Ranch has a lot of farmhands to help get the chores done every day and keep the land and it's animal cared for. While the boys are outside working, you've become an extra hired hand in the home under Karen's supervision. Though she doesn't much care for you, she doesn't hate you either. The twins like you enough, politely smiling every time you pick them up from school or take them out for ice cream.

— Besides helping with the Twins, your other jobs include managing the washing and mending for the farmhands, plus running errands for the family. Dealing with the Sheriff's son is the extra bullshit that wasn't in the job description.

— Gator took a liking to you the first time he saw you. And by that, I mean he climbed into his truck and yanked one out while imagining you licking the cum right off of him.

— Gator has made his fair share of passes at you that Roy scolds him for before flipping the script on you and questioning why you haven't found a husband yet. Despite your alligator problems, none of the farmhands even attempt to pull what Gator tries with you. You'd like to think it's because the men respect you, but deep down, you know the truth. That Gator had stated that you were his claim and he'd personally skin the bastard that attempted to steal you from him.

— One fateful day, some rookie pressed his luck. The hand had been following you to and fro the clothesline that hung at the back of the main house. You were bringing in the linens as late afternoon stretched into the evening. Gator just so happened to be sitting at the kitchen table with the twins, casually observing you as he does. But it also gave him a prime seat to watch the rookie deliver a quick smack to your rear.

— Before you could even process what had happened, Gator is outside, laying out the rookie. You blink back to reality as Gator presses the toe of his boot against the guy's throat, pistol pointed at his dick, "I ev'r see you so much as glance in her general direction, yer ass'll be six feet in the ground."

— Gator keeps a stern face, falling silent when Roy calls to heel. You explain the situation, that the hand had attempted to grope you. Everyone can sense how displeased Roy is, and it's a terrifying feeling. The poor rookie looks ready to cry, but you can't find it in your heart to feel bad for him. Roy radios for a couple of boys and orders Gator to take you home, before passing you an extra hundred 'for your troubles.'

— On the drive out of the ranch, Gator's left knee anxiously bounces, vape resting against his lower lip, though he doesn't take a hit. You're silent, acutely aware of the tension pouring off of Gator. He hasn't spoken a word, and you wonder if that rookie will be lucky to see the light of day tomorrow.

— The sunsets as Gator pulls onto your street, but turns to park in the treeline of the nearby field. You glance over at him, silently questioning your sudden stop.

— Gator's jaw set like he's just livid with you, "Do I get a thank you?" You blink twice, surprised by the question, "What?" "Laid that son 'f a bitch out for putting his hands on you, and I can't even get a fucking thank you," Gator scoffs, irritation creeping up his neck. He shoots you another glare, "Did you want him to fuckin' grope you?"

— Your eyes go wide at the question, appalled by Gator's lewd and nasty comment, "What the fuck, Gator." Your hand goes to tug the truck door open to walk the rest of the way home, but Gator is quick to lock the door. When you attempt it again, he halts you, snagging both your wrists in one hand.

— "It's a yes or no question, sugar," Gator drawls, leaning in a little closer as he holds your gaze, "Did you like when he touched you?" You swallow, obviously embarrassed by the question, "... no."

— Gator nods once, and he knows from the look in your eye that you're telling the truth. But that doesn't mean he won't take advantage of the situation. He squeezes at your wrists to keep your attention, "Well, I guess you won't mind if I just check."

— Your thighs squeeze together at his stern tone, stomach flipping, "What do you mean... check?"

— Before you can wrap your head around the situation, Gator's got you laid out prone in the back cab of the truck. Your sundress is hiked over your rear, panties stuffed in the back pocket of the truck seat.

— Both of his large hands land firm smacks on your ass before spreading your cheeks. Gator nearly groans at the sight, pleased with himself. His thumb dips between your folds, sliding upward and catching at your entrance. The movement tugs a whimper from your lips as you buck your hips.

— "Nah, sugar. You're practically gushing f' me right now. That's a good girl. She knows that this is my pussy," Gator chuckles under his breath. He spreads you open again, his thumb tracing and pressing against your opening. The roll of your hips satisfies his new knowledge, "And she's still tight f' me too. Don't worry, Gator's gonna make sure you'll be able to take all of my cock. But for now..."

— Gator nips at your thigh before landing another firm smack. He licks a broad strip from your clit to your soaked entrance. He gathers your arousal on his tongue, mixing with his saliva before he lewdly spits it back on your pussy, "I'm just gonna have to take my time. And make sure no other fellas try to take what's mine again."

[cha0ticstranger]

MORE OF PERV!GATOR WHO CAN'T HELP GETTING HARD BECAUSE HE HAS A DOMESTIC KINK AND JUST HAPPENED TO RUN INTO READER BY ACCIDENT AT THE MARKET, SO SHE EXCUSES HERSELF AND PROMISED HIM A PIE BUT HE'S THINKING ABOUT ANOTHER KIND OF PIE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

oooooooh, yeah!!!!

— You know that Gator wants himself a slice of that ass!!!

— Ugh! But imagine casually bumping into Gator during a spring morning at the weekly farmer's market. He's just doing his rounds when he stumbles upon your booth of baked goods. It's all casual, polite conversation until you offer him a sample of your famous cherry pie.

— "Gonna have to let me get a real taste of your cherries," Gator smirks as he finishes the slice. He pulls out his wallet to buy a full cherry pie, but you explain that you're sold out for the week, still bewildered by his previous comment.

— While you pack up your booth, you promise to bring him a fresh cherry pie right to the Tillman ranch later in the week. Gator's already plotting on how he'll convince to 'cum inside for a slice.'

[cha0ticstranger]

Perv!gator who taps your phone to hear you having phone sex with your boyfriend 👀

the evil smirk i'm doing behind the screen rn is nastyyyy! enjoy!

— As the sheriff station's favorite secretary, it was no surprise that each officer tried his advances on you, only for you to giggle and disuade them with a simple comment – "sorry, i have a boyfriend."

— Gator laughed when you reminded him of this for the third time since you started at the Stark County office. He shakes his head in disbelief, "So when do I get to meet this so-called boyfriend?"

— The laugh quickly disappears when you show him a picture, and Gator realizes that he knows the lucky bastard. In fact, they played football together in high school and split paths when Gator went to the academy, and your boyfriend became a fireman.

— Yet Gator is not dissuaded by the fact that you have a boyfriend or the fact that Gator knows him. Because deep down, Gator desires you more than some little secretary fantasy – you're a goddamn prize, and he is determined to be the winner.

— Gator becomes intensely focused on breaking up your relationship with any trick he can find. But that takes research and doing some digging into your personal life that you don't care to share at the station.

— His first opportunity is when the station gets a surprise delivery. You step away from your desk, leaving your phone unlocked while assisting the deliveryman. No one is the wiser about how Gator snatches your phone so quickly, instantly checking your texts for any indication of relationship issues. He finds nothing but is undeterred in his search, instead clicking into the photos app.

— Perv!Gator discovers quite a selection of photos with little to no clothing, clearly meant for the eyes of your doting boyfriend. He doesn't think twice about texting them to his phone before erasing any evidence that he sent them from your device. When he hears your laugh from around the corner, Gator returns the phone to your desk — nonchalant when he brushes past you on the way to his cruiser to more closely examine these risque photos.

— Gator gets another opportunity to snoop a week later. Roy had randomly beckoned you into your office, foolishly leaving behind your unlocked phone. When Gator pockets the device, he makes a beeline to his desk for the real technical work. You've made him a desperate man, and that calls for desperate measures. Gator doesn't think twice as he downloads the spyware app to your phone, burying it in a folder with your other unused app.

— That night when Gator gets home late from patrol, he is instantly opening up the app to tap into your phone. If he couldn't find outward proof to ruin your relationship, then Gator would just have to look into the more private areas of your life.

— There isn't much to listen to at first. In fact, Gator thought that you had left your phone charged away from you when he heard the faint murmur of the TV. Only a minute later, a lewd whine is pulled from your lips. Gator feels his ears burn red when he pieces together exactly what he's hearing.

— Gator is trying to place the picture together in his mind based on sound alone. He hears the occasional grunt and affectionate nickname come from your boyfriend, but it's your lack of voice that makes him realize that you're sucking your boyfriend's dick.

— Gator's hand immediately finds his dick, already stiff beneath the zipper of his cargo pants. He gnaws at his bottom lip each time you pull over your boyfriend's cock with a wet pop. If he focuses hard enough, Gator could visualize you on your knees here in his bedroom, eagerly mouthing at his own cock.

— Poor Gator just continues to torture himself by listening to your boyfriend make love to you. But something doesn't sit right with Gator. Each time you moan your boyfriend's name, it sounds rehearsed. Your whines lose their enthusiasm halfway through and quickly come off as performative. And while Gator listens to your boyfriend cum and thanks you for getting him off, the deputy can't help but smirk to himself because he found the hole in your relationship. Your boyfriend doesn't make you come.