#soft!gator

[djoholicc]

Can u write gator and female reader play fighting but he’s too rough and hurts her maybe made her bleed by accident but the reader has a phobia for blood and just go from there 😄

wait i love this sm here you go i hope u like it🥹

⋆˚꩜｡ you’re walking past gator in the living room when he sticks his foot out just enough to make you stumble.

“gator!” you snap, swatting his arm.

he grins. “what? you’re fine, mama. don’t be dramatic. plus if you would’ve stumbled i would’ve caught ya.”

you shove him back. “quit it.”

“oh, c’mon,” he says, stepping toward you with that cocky little smirk. “you’re tougher than that.”

“gator—”

too late.

he grabs your waist and throws you onto the couch, not hard enough to hurt on purpose, but rough enough that you land hard, your arm scraping against the wooden armrest.

a sharp sting shoots up your skin.

“ow— what the hell, gator?” you snap, sitting up fast.

he rolls his eyes. “oh, relax. it ain’t that serious doll.”

“you threw me!”

“onto a couch,” he says, shrugging. “yer fine.”

you glare at him and look down at your arm.

a thin line of blood is forming.

your stomach drops instantly.

“fuck ,” you whisper, voice already shaking. “gator—”

he sees your face change before he sees the cut.

“what?” he asks, still annoyed. “it’s not—”

then he sees it.

“shit,” he breathes, stepping closer. “hey— hey, mama, don’t look at it.”

the room tilts.

your breath stutters.

your knees go weak.

“gator… i’m gonna—”

“okay, okay— c’mere,” he says quickly, grabbing your shoulders gently. “sit down. don’t look at your arm. look at me.”

you try, but your vision is already going fuzzy.

“i hate blood,” you whisper, voice cracking. “i’m gonna throw up —”

“no you’re not,” he says, kneeling in front of you. “i got you. i got you, sweetheart. breathe.”

you glare at him through your watery eyes. “you said it was no big deal.”

“i know. i know, mama. i was bein’ stupid. i didn’t know you were actually hurt.”

your arm throbs and your stomach flips again.

“gator—”

“don’t look,” he repeats, gently turning your face toward him. “yer gonna faint if you do. just breathe for me, okay?”

you nod weakly.

he moves fast, grabbing a towel, a bandaid, then sitting on the floor in front of you.

“give me yer arm,” he says softly.

“no—”

“mama,” he says, voice low and steady, “you ain’t got a choice. let me help you.”

you swallow hard and hold out your arm.

“you’re okay,” he murmurs, dabbing the cut with a damp towel. “you’re doin’ so good. i’m right here.”

you squeeze your eyes shut. “it burns.”

“i know, sweetheart. i know. almost done.”

he smooths the bandaid over your skin, thumb brushing the edge.

then he leans down and presses the softest kiss right above it.

“there,” he whispers. “all better.”

you sniff, still shaky. “you were mean.”

he nods immediately. “yeah. i was. i’m real sorry.”

you cross your arms. “you said it wasn’t serious.”

“i was wrong,” he says, voice small. “real wrong.”

you try to stay mad.

you really do.

but then he pulls you into his chest while his hand rubs your back and his chin rests on your head.

“i’m sorry, mama,” he whispers. “i’ll be gentle next time. swear it.”

you breathe into him, finally steadying.

“you better.”

he hugs you tighter.

“i will,” he murmurs. “ain’t ever lettin’ you get hurt again.”

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[morninglesss]

Hi!!

Having soft!gator thoughts…Super sunburnt rn and thinking about gators big hands rubbing aloe… he’s trying so hard to be gentle but it’s hard for him.

Also I’m the anon from a while back that requested the blind!gator nightmare prompt. Do you use emojis for anons? If so can I request one?

Oh anon, I hope your sunburn isn’t too sore today!

I don’t use emojis for anons, but if you’d like to pick one for yourself, feel free! 💕

She’d asked him like it was nothing. Hey, can you just - my back, I can’t reach. Casual, the way you’d ask someone to grab something off a high shelf. He’d said yeah, sure, of course, equally casual on the surface at least, and then she’d handed him the bottle of aloe vera gel and led him into the bathroom, shrugging her blouse off before the door had shut behind them. He’d stood there for a second looking at her back, the red sweep of skin exposed by the low scoop of her swimsuit, and thought, oh.

The aloe was cold straight from the bottle, taken straight from her fridge, which he hadn’t thought about until she hissed.

“Shit, sorry.” He pulled his hand back. “I’ll - here.” He rubbed the clear gel between his palms for a few seconds, which felt stupid after the fact, but he did it anyway.

She was perched on the edge of the bathroom counter, her back to him, shoulders and back turned the deep red of a bad sunburn. The kind that was going to peel. The kind that hurt when fabric touched it. She’d pulled her hair to one side, out of the way, without making a thing of it, and that small practical gesture had done something to him he didn’t have a word for. Like she just trusted him to be there. Like it was already decided.

He pressed his hands to her shoulders, slow, and she exhaled with a sigh.

He had big hands. He’d never thought much about that one way or another, but right now they felt like the wrong tool for the job, like he’d been tasked with threading a needle while wearing boxing gloves. He knew how hard he could press. What he didn’t know was how soft.

He spread the aloe over her skin in small careful sweeps. He kept waiting for her to flinch away from his touch and when she didn’t, he wasn’t sure if that meant he was doing it right or if she was just being patient with him. Both were possible. Both were equally hard to sit with.

“That’s good, feels better,” she said, before he’d done anything wrong. Like she could tell he was working it out.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, it’s cooling it already.”

He’d looked it up on his phone, earlier, when he’d caught the colour of her shoulders as she’d made her way inside. He’d known she’d need help with this. He wasn’t going to say so, but he’d Googled quickly before she’d asked - rubbed in versus let it sit, cool compress first or not, and none of the things he’d read agreed with each other. Putting aloe on after the sun wasn’t something the Tillman’s had ever bothered with. He’d gone back and forth on whether to stay back and let someone else help her, but before he could decide one way or the other she’d cornered him in the hallway, the others still out back at the grill, and now he was here, with her, his big dumb hands on her smooth skin.

That was new. The going back and forth on things relating to her. He’d had friends before, obviously, but most of them required nothing from him except showing up (usually with a six pack), and she… she expected him to pay attention. To think and be sure of things. He didn’t mind that the way he thought he would.

His thumbs found a knot in her left shoulder, just below the strap of her swimsuit, and without thinking he pressed into it.

“Ooh,” she hissed, but she didn’t move away.

“Too hard?”

“No.” She paused, turning just enough to catch his eye over her shoulder. “No, that’s… keep going.”

He kept going, working his thumbs into the knot until it softened, adding more aloe to the sunburn and soothing it in. She tipped her head forward a little. He watched the back of her neck, the small hairs there, and looked away.

There was a particular square of skin between her shoulder blades she’d pointed to earlier. Mostly there, I couldn’t get it. He’d nodded like it was a normal thing to be told. He moved to it now, spread the aloe slow, and he could feel the heat of the burn under his fingers, the way the skin was tight with it, and he thought, distantly, that she should have covered up sooner. But he’d liked seeing her in her swimsuit. He didn’t want that to end. So he’d said nothing, and now she was burned.

“You’re better at this than I expected,” she said.

“What’d you expect?”

“I don’t know. You always seem like a guy who doesn’t do things gently.”

He didn’t answer right away. His hands kept moving, the same careful circles.

“I can,” he said finally. “When it matters.”

She went quiet. The bathroom was small and warm and the only sound was the buzz of the bulb above the mirror. He could see the edge of her face if he looked up, not much, just the line of her jaw, the way she was looking down at her hands in her lap.

He didn’t know what they were, really. He’d been trying not to think about it directly, the way you don’t look straight at something bright. They were friends. That was true and also not quite the whole truth and he was pretty sure she knew it too, which was maybe why she’d asked him instead of someone else. Or maybe he was wrong about that. He was wrong about things sometimes.

“Can you do the sides too?” she asked. Her voice was a little quieter than before.

“I will,” he said. “I’m getting there.”

He wasn’t rushing. For once in his life, he was not rushing.

He smoothed the aloe into her sides, slow as the rest of it, then capped the bottle, placing it on the counter beside her.

She turned around.

He hadn’t quite prepared for that - for her facing him in the small space, close enough that he could see the dusting of freckles across her nose and the pink across her cheekbones that had nothing to do with the sun. She looked at him for a second, something working itself out behind her eyes, and then she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

Except she caught the corner of his mouth, just barely. Warm and soft and over before he could decide what to do with his hands.

She pulled back without a word. Reached past him for the blouse she’d draped over the towel rail and shrugged it on, leaving it hanging open, and then she was moving around him and the door was opening and he could hear the others out back, the grill, someone laughing at something.

The door didn’t quite close behind her.

He stood there in the small warm bathroom with the aloe bottle on the counter and the buzz of the light above the mirror and the ghost of her at the corner of his mouth, and he thought - slowly, like a man coming up for air - oh.

[treehugger4leyef]

i've been seeing lots of soft!gator lately, so here are my two cents.

it all started because he thought you were cute. that’s it. he saw you doing your thing, in your element, and thought “cute.” and since he’s shameless, he slid right up to you and flirted with you until your face was pink and hot and you could barely look him in the eyes. he only found you that much cuter. you agreed to let him buy you dinner sometime.

at said dinner, he learned how gentle and patient you are. he noticed how easily being kind came to you, and he couldn’t help but feel…strange.

it wasn’t bad, not at all! but looking at you on the street, crouching down and petting a stray cat with the biggest smile on your face, he realized just how much of this softness he’d been missing — how much of this softness he’d never been shown.

“it probably has fleas or something, get up, babydoll,” gator mumbled, a hand on your shoulder from where you bent down giving the kitty some love.

“so what? i can wash my hands,” you replied, voice cool and even and undeniably soft as the car nuzzled its face into your hand. you giggled, and gator caught himself smiling so hard that he had to physically pull back.

“you okay?”

“just fine.”

“gator, do you need water?” you asked tentatively. you had known him for long, but you had a pretty good read on him. a “tough guy” who really just wanted to be loved.

“you have water?”

“no, but i can go in and get some for you. there’s a restaurant right down the street,” you explained, one hand coming up to rest on his shoulder.

he must’ve looked ridiculous, standing there bewildered because someone was offering to take care of him. he didn’t have to ask, or beg, or prove himself to be treated so sweetly by you.

he knew right then and there that he never wanted that feeling to go away. he never wanted you to go away.

that’s why your first fight was so hard on him. as much as he wanted your affection, he just couldn’t bring himself to accept it.

so, he pushed you away and closed his heart off. he stopped following you around, stopped reaching out, thought that distance would help the ache in his heart that broke down his lifelong walls every time you did something for him.

something like bake him his favorite cookies, or order him the fruity drink you knew he liked but was too embarrassed to order himself. when you tried to hold his hand after seeing him get riled up by some guys on the street who had been looking at you a little too closely, or cuddling him on the couch. he wasn’t used to it. he didn’t know what to do with it. all he knew was that he wanted more but he was scared.

scared because every time a woman made him feel safe or loved, she left. linda, nadine. gator thought he was the reason everyone left. it never once crossed his mind that it wasn’t him— it was his father.

his father who he so desperately wanted to simultaneously be nothing like and a carbon copy of. his father, who he did everything in his power to keep you form meeting, his father who was the reason that he sobbed in your lap after 1 year and 3 months of dating, his father who made him believe that after all that, he still wasn't worthy of being loved.

but each time gator pulled away, you reeled him right back in. you knew it wasn't personal - that gator was a complicated, messy, and torn man, but you also knew how he was when it was just you two, no one else around.

how he snuggled up behind you in bed or at the stove while you were cooking. how soft and gentle his voice got, his brown eyes turning into honey when he tilted his head down to look at you, how he completely melted at the mere sight of you.

your soft sided gator who sleepily confessed to wanting to marry you when he came home from his graveyard shift at 6:00 am, exhausted and almost unable to undress himself enough to get into bed.

your gator who picked out outfits and matching shoes and offered his cheek for you to blot off your extra lipstick.

you sweet gator who wanted you - happy, safe, healthy, and his.

[entrenoussir]

Would you write soft!gator or do you prefer toxic!gator?

I’ve written a couple of like, semi-soft/not-purposefully-a-total-asshole!Gator fics (specifically ‘Rough Edges’ & ‘I Love You, I’m Sorry’) where we kinda delve into his psyche of like WHY he’s the way that he is (in my brain lol)!

but I don’t think I’ve ever written anything where he’s like fullllllll soft & tender loverboy mode because like I don’t see him that way even at his best. primarily due to the fact that I think he’d always have an edge to him given everything (not to say he’s not capable of healing).

I do find toxic!Gator fun to write just because it’s like woah how off-the-rails can I make this guy?

but if the people want like a genuinely soft & tender gator I can totally try !

[daisy-is-a-writer]

You make me warm. (Part one)

Soft!Gator Tillman x sick!fem!reader

A/n: A tad unwell this morning. I want Soft!Gator to take care of me. Did I plan for this? No. Am I glad it happened? Yeahhhhh :))

Warnings: Newly established relationship, fluff, chat about intimate relations. Mention of sickness.

"Alright, sweetheart. I got you. Do you want some apple? Or somethin?" He says awkwardly just standing at the foot of your bed, this being a whole new thing for him. To take care of someone. He knew you had a tummy ache, but didn't know the full ins and outs, just that you were eating easy this morning.

"Yeah, some apple, and some tea? Of the herbal and fruity kind... There's some in my cupboard." You reply sleepy. You had been sick earlier on. And were trying not to stuff your face even though you were a bit hungry.

He goes to make you tea. He brings the chopped apple and strawberry tea to you within minutes and puts it on the bedside table. He crouches to your level.

"Need anything else?" He says softly.

"You. In bed next to me. Right now..." You say almost whining and in need of his comfort. He smirks and raises his brow.

"Well, aren't you demanding when you're feeling under the weather." He smiles to himself when you blush.

He shoves off his thermal jumper and pulls off his boots and pants. He puts his gun and holster, over on the small desk in the corner. He glances at you sheepishly. "I know I quit working for my dad and all, and I'm turning over a new leaf... But- Gotta stay armed you know? Protect my own... The one I care most about." He says out loud matter of factly and affectionately.

"Hm." You hum tiredly. He lifts the duvet and slides in next to you. "God it's freezing under here." He says spooning you and getting closer. He slips his arm around your waist and gently pulls you closer. "How you doing?" He says softly in your ear, kissing the skin just neath it. "Tummy aches."

"Yeah? Here. Dorothy told me about this thing once to help soothe achy tummies."

He slid his hand down your hip to your thigh in an affectionate gesture and then back up to your lower belly under your pyjama top. He cupped your lower belly for a moment, letting his large, warm, and soft hand warm you.

"Hm." You hum. "You're always so warm." You smile as you pick at the apples and take a sip of your tea.

"Truth be told... It's you. You make me warm." You smirk widely at that. His hand slowly rubs your tummy in circles, soothing whatever aches you had. You relax as he does that.

"That's good, Gator. Thank you, baby." He nuzzled his face into your neck. He sighs in contentment. "Anythin for you." He mumbles lowly. "Rest. I'll keep going with the massage, y/n." He has to admit being this close to you in your bed together is making him feel many things.

Being this close to you in bed is doing things to his downstairs region. He's trying not to be horny right now. But it's taking everything in him, not to initiate intimacy with you just now.

He focuses on your belly. Willing away any aches.

You close your eyes. And relax. "Maybe later, baby..." You say in a very knowing tone.

"M'sorry... It's just- We're so close and-" He says fumbling his words.

"It's okay baby... Later. I promise."

"Only if your sure." He responds cautiously.

"Yeah. M'sure." You say sweetly.

He kisses your neck in confirmation. "Alright. Rest, now."

[djoholicc]

Hey could I get a gator x reader request where Gator convinces the reader to leave her shitty paying job and finds her another one? She was really good at her old job but she’s been miserable there? They end up making out after Gator finds her a better paying one and at a place that she’s happy ? ☺️

˚. *you come home from another long shift, shoulders slumped, eyes tired, feet hurting. gator’s already at your house, he’s sitting on your porch like he always is, vape in one of his hands, waiting for you.

“bad day?” he asks.

“same as always,” you mutter, unlocking the door. “they cut my hours again. and my boss yelled at me for something i didn’t even do.”

gator follows you inside, shutting the door behind him with a little more force than necessary.

“yer too damn good at that job for them to treat you like that,” he says, voice low.

“it’s fine,” you sigh. “i’m used to it.”

he stops in the middle of the living room looking at you.

“don’t ever say you’re used to bein’ treated like shit.”

“gator—”

“no,” he cuts in, stepping closer. “yer smart. yer good with people. you work your ass off. you shouldn’t be miserable every day.”

you look away. “i can’t just quit.”

“yeah, you can,” he says. “and you will.”

you raise an eyebrow. “oh, really? and what am i supposed to do instead gator?” you say aggravated.

“already handled it.”

you stare at him, putting a hand on your hip. “what?”

he pulls a folded paper from his back pocket and hands it to you.

it’s a job listing, a good one.

better pay.

better hours.

a place you’ve always liked but never thought you could work at.

“gator…” you whisper.

“i talked to the manager,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “told her you were lookin’. she said she’d interview you tomorrow.”

you look up at him, “you did this for me?

he shrugs, trying to play it cool. “yeah. someone had to.”

you step closer. “gator.”

he swallows. “what?”

“thank you.” you say with a smile.

he shakes his head. “don’t thank me. you deserve it.”

he reaches for you, hesitates, then cups your face gently.

you lean into his touch and before you know it your lips are touching. warm, soft, a little shaky, like he’s been holding this in for months. he kisses you again, deeper this time, one hand sliding to your waist, pulling you closer like he can’t help himself.

you break away just enough to breathe.

“thank you gates.”

he presses his forehead to yours, voice low and rough.

“mm..i’m real proud of you, mama.”

he kisses you again. slow, lingering, full of everything he never said out loud.

“let’s go somewhere and eat?” he says putting one of his hands in your back pocket.

you nod with a smile, pressing one more kiss to his lips.

“i love you.”

“i love you too mama.”

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[daisy-is-a-writer]

I'm aware I promised you guys soft!Gator smut.

I've started working on it!

Coming soon!

[daisy-is-a-writer]

Rain then the Sun.

Soft!Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Tags: @stevesbabygirl!

A/n: Heyyy, I'm back with some Gator for you all :) This is mainly based of off a dream that I had just this morning, that Gator was in, he was soaking wet and we made out with eachother. It was quite vivid. *sigh* Writing this was something I had to do! I wanted to share with you the experience of Gator kisses.♥︎

Warnings: This is soft gator so if thats not your thing soz. The tiniest amount of angst, fluff! Kissing, both characters are a tiny bit handsy. That's it!

Gator knew you needed him. He ran and ran and ran. As fast as he could.

It was night, a cold nip in the air still, but spring was blooming.

He was wearing his usual uniform, his leather jacket, his police vest. He had left his hat in his room.

He had just arrived home, about to get himself dinner after a hard day's work, putting right the wrongs of some folks in town. He was trying to do better. He was doing better than a year ago. He wanted to do good for the world instead of trying to prove to his asshole father that he could be a winner.

His father was a loser, not him.

Gators mind raced at what it could be that had gotten you so upset. He swore if anyone hurt you, he would forget trying to be good just once.

He would hurt the person, if anyone ever came close to you. You were his world. His rock. You were the one that believed in him to do better, and be better. You believed in him so much that he wanted to do the right thing, for you.

You had called him ten minutes ago, sounding upset, you said you needed him, now. Without any further questioning he hung up, and decided to leg it your small two bedroom house, near Dorothy's house.

It had started pelting it down with rain, but Gator never cared. He needed to get to you as soon as possible, and he would hold you in his arms until you felt better.

He ran down the street, just a block away from you. And then he turned the corner, and your house was in sight.

I'm comin, baby.

He would kiss away the pain if he had to. You were there for him so much. It was time for him to be there for you. The rain was heavy. It was slightly cold. Gator was getting soaked.

He hoped to god that you were okay.

- y/n pov.

You were sitting down on your bed, waiting for Gator to arrive. You weren't sure what came over you, suddenly, you were feeling something in your chest, you've never felt before. Anxiety?

Sadness?

No, it wasn't either of those... It felt more like... Longing? Anyways, your chest felt tight, and you were concerned, so you called your boyfriend, Gator, to come over so he could maybe help you to figure out what was wrong with you.

You felt something like... Sadness?

Once Gator got here, he would make you feel better. You really loved him so much.

There it was again, like an ache in your chest. Or... Your heart? It wasn't physical, but... Emotional?

Wait-

And suddenly, the door bursts open, revealing a drenched Gator in front of you. You stared at him for a moment.

He was soaked from head to toe. His cheeks were red, from the cold of the night. His hair drenched, and there was water droplets all over his clothes, and his face was wet. "Gator?-"

"Darlin? Are you alright?" He asked panicked, his brown furrowed as he frantically looked you up and down. His heavy breathing made you realise he had run here for you.

He ran here as fast as he could, to be here for you. Your heart warmed.

And in that moment, you knew what was wrong with you. And your chest loosened and instead, you feel relaxed again. Peaceful. It was because Gator was here now.

"Yeah, I am, Gator." You say now crying and nodding, feeling silly now.

"What's wrong?" He said stepping closer to you.

You look at him, a wet hot mess from the rain.

"I just missed you, that's all." You smile sadly. He looks at you as if the whole world stopped. "Ya mean to tell me, that I ran all the way here because you simply; missed me, y/n?" He smiles a gorgeous smile at you, really happy. Happy to see you.

"You're so dramatic it's adorable." He said in that accent that you find very attractive.

You smile widely at him.

He smirks in that way he does when he understands. His smile is so gorgeous.

Your body aching for his. But there's something stronger in you. An urge.

An urge to just kiss him.

"Baby?" He asks again when he notices you quiet and in thought. You look at him, his slicked back hair is soaking, and you want nothing more than for him to put his mouth on yours and to tell him how much you love him.

"Kiss me?" His eyes go wide for a moment, mouth in an o shape. He blinks, swallows nervously, and pauses for a second. He looks you up and down, getting nearer to you, and then he swoops for you. His mouth reaching yours in a desperate kiss.

He picks you up in his arms from your bed, and he kisses you frantically, like his life depended on it. It was passionate and wet.

You removed his police vest from him and his leather jacket, but nothing else, as you just wanted his cosy and strong form close to you.

This wasn't about sex. It was intimate, but your love for him just took over.

His strong arms, enveloped you, as you stood there.

Mouths in sync, his lips slightly cold, but warming up your own lips. You pulled back a second for oxygen.

"Baby, I love you so much." You say, kissing him once more. Delicate, gentle hands caressing his cheeks, then they move down his chest and then to his back, massaging his back all over. They then move to his shoulders. His hands were going everywhere, your shoulders, then trailing down your back as he kissed your neck now, but having the sense that this was all you wanted and nothing else tonight.

You felt the goosebumps as you enjoyed feeling his lips on your skin. He moved his mouth to your ear.

"I love you too, darlin." He spoke with such a tenderness and looked at you with such a loving look in his eyes that you could've completely melted in a hot puddle on the floor.

He was your everything.

You were his everything.