Can you do a fic with me and gator Tillman we meet on this random app and i become his “hookup” for a long time but we actually fall in love and have a future together thank you 🥹🥹
gator tillman x female!reader
summary — as something that was supposed to be just some fling, sexual stuff only, no feelings, became something else over time as gator finds himself coming to you when he has problems
warnings — 18+, MDNI, smut, angst, fluff at the end, hookup culture, dating app, phone sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, p in v sex, multiple sex with multiple orgasm, oral sex (m and f receiving), angry sex, soft sex, miscommunication, begging, pathetic gator, blowjob, pet names, degradation, slut shaming (reader likes it!), tell me if I missed something, english is not my first language, not proofread, possible grammatical mistakes.
author’s note — hi! sorry for the long wait (this is my last request from may YEY) and I hope you like how I built this up because I was lowkey struggling with it, let me know 😽
ask me anything & requests are currently closed !
It would be safe to say that your last relationship sucked.
I mean he was kind, caring, attentive and everything that a women would want from a man, except one thing.
He was insanely bad in bed. Like no jokes.
Theo was never able to understand what you need, even though you guys went through that conversation a million times. It’s like he only wanted to focus on his own pleasure rather than yours. So you became a master in faking an orgasm and hiding after it to make yourself cum.
But it sounded ridiculous you know? Like he was perfect in every other way with his dirty blond floppy hair and his blue eyes. His tall and worked out figure and the way he actually cared for you and loved you.
He took care of you in every way possible, just not that way. Never that way. Even when he tried it was horrible.
So 6 months after you two broke up cause you felt unhappy, and not seen, it was time for you to get some spark back sexually.
You didn’t plan on dating anyone, it was still fresh, especially after a 3 year old relationship. But it could help you get over him if you got under someone right?
And that’s where that dating app came in.
First it was nice all the attention you got, but most man wanted actual dates, wanted to get to know you, but you did not.
One night you were there on your couch, with a glass of wine and the lamp slightly shining on your cheeks with it’s light as you were scrolling on the app.
That’s when you come around someone who you never thought would be up there.
The sheriff’s son, someone who everyone feared and someone who everyone know of that does not do relationships.
His profile was simple, only 3 pictures. The first one being his official deputy shot. Second one being him, less focused, less scary, a selfie, probably someone else took it and that someone else got cropped out, him with his tongue slightly peeking his cheeks and that yellow beanie.
The third one was of his lap, on his uniform, his other hand resting on his thigh as he was manspreading, his gun attached to him.
Not much, but enough to know what kind of person he is. His bio also said a lot, even though it was short.
“Deputy, 27, looking for fun nothing serious.”
You let a little laugh escape your lips but still, your fingers worked and added him in.
You were about to move on, closing the app and going to see some socials as you got a notification. He immediately added you back.
You were stunned from how fast he was but then a message popped up.
With a little hesitation but also excitement you placed your wine on the desk next to you and went to text him back.
“There are barely women on this app who only want to hook up. Interesting.”
He was referring to your bio that was clearly saying that you wanted just fun, a rollercoaster, not staying long just going over and over for a ride.
“Well I never thought I would be texting the deputy of the town but here you are!”
“I don’t know, it depends.”
“Depends on what, darling?”
Darling. Okey that got you.
“If having fun with you is actually fun.”
“I can assure you it is, I would do a lot of things to you.”
Gator was in his bedroom, spreading out in his bed. He had a long fucking day, his dad always just blaming him for everything that went wrong. So when you slide in, he did not let you go away. His hand was resting on his thighs.
“I would have you in my car, backseat, on the side of the road. Have you lay under me, your legs spread for me to touch you.”
Gator found himself cupping himself through his clothes, trying to get some friction from his already half-hard dick—that’s been working since he saw your pictures where your breasts were pushed out a little too much in your top—while that your hand started going up and down your stomach, just for some comfort while reading his texts.
“Who said I would let you touch me?”
“I think you would be begging for me, darling.”
Those words hit you like a rock, heat rushing from your head down your whole body to your core, making it ache now.
Gator on the other end just chuckled as he started typing again. He wanted you to do the same thing he was about to do.
“Touch yourself for me. Touch yourself while thinking about my hands going from your cheeks, down to your throat, squeezing them a bit to make your breathing hitch, before going down to twist your nipples, before I take them in my mouth, already nice and hard, peaking for my licks.”
Your hands wandered up to your nipples under your shirt, the cold air hitting them that perked up when you lifted your shirt a bit, your fingers—cold from the wine glass—touching them, your mouth falling open a bit.
Gator on the other hand was already touching himself slowly, his cock out from his jeans, as he was teasing his tip with circles on them.
“I would slowly guide myself down between your legs, licking a slow, desperate lick of your already wet pussy, are you wet for me baby?”
Your hand flew into your shorts, already founding yourself dripping.
“Good girl. Now start moving your finger on your clit, rubbing it, hard and fast, but don’t you dare cum, not even accidentally.”
You started working your fingers over the button of nerves, your head falling back as whimpers left your mouth.
Gator started stroking himself, slow at first, lowkey torturing himself.
“If you are worked up well darling, go down to your entrance, don’t enter yet just circle around it, like I would with my tongue before fucking you into the sheets.”
You obeyed him like a good dog who listened to his owner, you were just so worked up to think for yourself.
Gator started pounding into his fist faster now, imagining you spread out, fingering yourself to him.
“Gator, please, let me finger myself, for you.”
“Go on darling, fuck yourself while thinking about my cock.”
And two fingers slipped into you, as you moaned out from the feeling, your burning ache and your still slightly cold fingers brushing over your walls.
“Imagine it’s my cock, stretching you out, my veins pulsing around your walls, I would find your spot in a minute, fucking into you like the little slut you are, here you are searching for a good fuck, I am here to deliver.”
You started fingering yourself faster while your thumb find your clit, putting pressure on it.
“I would grab your tits, suck on them, while destroying your insides. Gosh I know you sound beautiful moaning my name and me fucking you so stupidly that you can’t even form words isn’t that right darling?”
“Scream my name while you do darling, make a mess on your fingers thinking about me cracking you open.”
Heat flushed over you as the know that had formed in your lower stomach exploded while you moaned out Gator’s name at least 4 times, your finger slipping on the voice memo quickly before, recording you moaning and whimpering, your breath fucked up. You sent it to him while you were still cuming around your fingers that were hitting your spots.
When Gator received the message he instantly clicked on it, his teeth biting his lower lip, his eyes shut down and his hands moving in insane speed around his cock.
And when he heard your sounds, your voice, the way you were a whore for him and the way his name slipped from your lips, he spilled into his fist groaning.
He texted you few minutes after saying that it made him cum, before he shut his phone down and fall asleep from the exhausting day.
You didn’t bother much either, just felt strange, it had been a long time since you came like that.
Was it a good idea to do that with the deputy?
The next day neither of you texted each other, it was around 1 PM when you finally had a lunch break so you found yourself in town in your favorite brunch place, sitting outside eating your favorite meal there.
You were scrolling on your phone while chewing your food when on the road next to you a truck speed, suddenly drifting and pausing at the end of the road, in front of two police man.
For some reason your eyes caught it before any thoughts and you saw him exiting it.
The food in your mouth now flat on your tongue as you stopped eating, your eyes drifter on him.
He jumped out of the truck, with his vape in his hand, his hands smacking the door shut before walking up to the two police man. He had a stupid sheriff cap on as he sipped into his vape.
He walked like it was heavy to walk, like he owned the town and every single people living in it.
Your eyes wandered around his body, remembering your texts from the day before, as he stopped to talk about something that looked a little suspicious, since they were looking around to make sure they didn’t catch attention that much.
When Gator was turning his head around his eyes accidentally landed on you, you saw it. The way his face changed, he recognized you.
You quickly look away, back to your food. But it was too late. Gator already saw you and memories from last night went through to. The way you sounded.
After a brief minute he excused himself and started walking towards you. You didn’t look at him but you could feel it, you could feel his gaze on your back.
“Good afternoon ma’am.” His cocky smile already on his face, his arms behind himself now. You looked up looking into his eyes.
“Deputy, what a…pleasure.” You were careful with your words as he just giggles glancing away for a brief moment before looking back at you.
“It’s not nice starring at people on the streets, makes you look like a creep.” He replied.
“I wasn’t starring, it’s hard to not notice you speeding in the town, because you know you can’t get a ticket.” You didn’t hold your tongue back, and it definitely worked on him.
“And it’s hard to not notice a pretty face like yours, darling.”
The nickname hit you hard, but before you could reply your phone buzzed, signing you it’s time to head back to work.
“I-I gotta go.” You said already standing up, making him take a step back as you gathered your stuff.
“Okey, but don’t think you get away that easily.” He answered as winked at you before turning around to head back to his group. You just watched him walk away. He glanced back behind his shoulders and smirked when he saw you starring at the way his hips moved.
That was an unexpected meet up.
And after that meet up, things just flew in. Late night texts and mutual masturbations over the phone.
The thing you did expect was how grown you became to those nights. Like all you had in your mind all day was waiting. Waiting to get home, to him over the phone. It was just pure desire right?
Until one day, it was around 6 PM and Gator pulled up in your porch, which was strange because how did he knew where you live?
“Gator? What?—What are you doing here?”
“You think I work in a police station for no reason? I can search up any information.”
“Good to know you are a stalker.” You replied still standing in your door.
“Well, will you let that stalker come in or you want me to freeze my balls off?”
Your words stuck in your throat, you just moved away from blocking the way in and signed with your hands for him to take a step in.
As he did slowly, taking his time, he started looking around your apartment as you closed the door.
“Uhm thanks…I’m sorry why are you here again?” You asked him before he just turned to you.
“Ugh yeah, I guess, follow me.” You replied while talking towards your kitchen, him following behind you, taking his time to check you out.
When you two reached the kitchen you opened your fridge and bent down to look for some left over beer. His eyes were glued to your ass and the way they peaked out of your shorts.
“Why the hell are you wearing shorts while you are wearing a sweater? What the fuck is the logic in that?”
You didn’t straighten up, you just looked over your shoulder that sent something through him to his cock.
“Why? You don’t like them?” You replied before looking back into your fridge, no answer came as you just pulled out a beer from it, closing the door and straightening up.
That’s when you felt his chest against your back.
“You would look better without them.” He started kissing your neck, pulling your sweater away for him to get more access. The beer in your hand landing on the counter quickly before you drop it.
“Gator…” you moaned as his hand flew to cup your ass.
“Do you want to have fun?”
You just nodded, and that’s all it took him to guide you to the table near and bend you over.
His hands found your shorts and ripped them off, your underwear still on.
“I had a long fucking day, so just shut up and take it, okey?” You didn’t reply, still stunned by the actions as he grinned against your ass. You could already feel his hard cock between your ass cheeks, before he pulled away and you heard him unbuckle his belt and his zipper going down.
He freed his cock as his hand found your hair pulling them to have your head in the air, before his forearm wrapped around your neck making you arch more.
His other hand pulled your underwear to the side and was satisfied when he dive his fingers into your folds, already wet for him.
“Wet for me already? What a slut I have found, secret of this fucking town.”
He was manhandling you, your ex never did that, and you were fucking turned on.
“I’m gonna make you cum, have you make those pretty sounds you had over the phone then I’m gonna fuck your mouth and have you swallow it, right darling?”
“Y-yes please do!” You just whimpered, already aching for him.
Without warning he guided himself and pushed into your hole making you moan out as he groaned.
“Fuck, you are so tight and warm, better than I ever imagined-“ he started pounding into you, the table cracking with every thrust he put into you.
His forearm tightened around your neck, making it harder to breathe as your eyes rolled back from hitting your g-spot.
“That’t it, take it—you fuck—fucking slut.” He whimpered around your clenching.
Surprisingly he knew what harder meant, not faster, but slapping into you harder, his skin and balls slapping your pussy harder every thrust, probably leaving a red mark there.
“My little fuck toy—cum for me darling.” His other hand that helped him guide himself flew to your clit as he started abusing it, circling around it in a speed like he had no time. Because he didn’t, he was pathetic and he had to hold himself from cuming in you because he wanted to cum down your throat, so he needed you to fall over quickly.
“Fuck—I’m gonna—“ you moaned as your hands grabbed into the edge of the table, grinding your self back to him, fucking yourself on him.
“Cum around my cock, show me what you can do.”
With another thrust and him capturing your breath you screamed his name as you went to heaven, your eyes rolled back into your skull, and went white.
As he felt you finish, letting you grind yourself from the high he pulled out of you, receiving a whimper from the sudden loss from you. Didn’t take much time before he flipped you and put you on your knees. You could barely feel your legs as his cock, dripped in your cum already was guided into your mouth, which was left open from trying to catch your breath.
He thrusted in your throat deep, your nose brushing his pelvic bones and hitting that area. You were sobbing from the way he abused into your throat, his hand flew into your hair guiding you on his cock.
Your hands flew to his thighs to have some strength. Your knees on the cold floor, tears falling down your cheeks as you tried to look up at him to see his face.
“Fuck your mouth, it’s delicious.” He looked down at you, your eyes meeting as you were struggling to take him.
“Oh darling, is it too much? You can take it, I’m almost there, be my little slut—swallow it.” He mocked you as you moaned around him and that was it, he spilled himself warm down your throat as you sucked him, milking him more, swallowing every drop, he moaned.
After you two caught your breaths and cleaned off, finally exchanged numbers before he left in a hurry, his dad already searching for him through his walkie talkie.
Gator Tillman was never that kind of man who got comfort from anyone or even asked for it. He grew with a father who always told him a man never cries. A man is always strong, always leads, never breaks.
But when his work had him to things that made him lay awake at night, letting him overthink everything he had done, questioning if it was all worth it for a pat on a shoulder from his father, was it worth to live like that?
What was the purpose of it all.
He started seeking to have you in any form. Over the phone, over the hookups that have been happening since that afternoon in the kitchen.
Just having someone to go to, it made his heart heavy, in a good way.
So when another day occurred and another work had came up he was tired from it all. Especially because that day something traumatic happened to him. Something he will never tell anyone, where he had to beg for his life, where he had time to rethink what is actually important, and where his mind wandered to think of you.
He doesn’t know why, he doesn’t understand why, but it made him stronger. The thought of never hearing your voice again or see the way your face lit up every time you looked at him. Those things made him survive a little more.
And at night when he escaped, he could have gone home, but he found himself on your porch, knocking softly on your door, with fresh cuts, messed up hair and eyes still wet from crying.
When you opened the door the sight of him like that made your heart twist, as you pulled him and lead him to your couch.
“Gator, what happened?” You captured his jaw in your hands making him look at you finally.
“Don’t fucking say that, it matters if you are hurt.”
You didn’t know that those words would hit him harder than you wanted them too, you didn’t know that whenever he got hurt he was left alone to deal with it, his father saying it’s just the cost of becoming a man.
His eyes softened, his whole face set still as he watched you, you already looking through your little aid kit to find something for the cuts on his forehead, nose and lips.
You didn’t see or didn’t feel his eyes lingering over you, but not the way they usually did. His mind not filled with thoughts about wanting to be inside of you, his thoughts were…different.
After Gator’s mom left him, he never looked at women like they were a stable choose, never fall in love, never settle down, never have someone who cares about him.
But then you came, every time you two met up, you would bring him some snacks, cause you knew he lived on take outs, poor sandwiches and instant noodles. You took care of him, even though you two were just casual. Just hooking up, just having fun right?
And now there were you, on your knees in front of him, and all he wanted to was kiss you and protect you from all the bad things he could bring into your life.
As this thoughts went down his mind you were already grabbing his face again to tilt it the way you can get access to his face.
You started disinfecting his cuts, starting with the one on his forehead with a cotton pad, then down to his nose, and lastly to his lips. He didn’t move around didn’t hiss, and that made you realize he probably went through this more than you can imagine.
His eyes were just watching your face, the way your eyebrows furrowed, concentrating to not hurt him deeper.
But when you were tapping his lips you finally locked eyes with him and slowed down your movements, zooming out in his hazel eyes. Suddenly the room felt smaller than it was, the air was gone and you two were inches away from each other. None of you said a word, like you didn’t even need to.
His palm came up to cup your cheeks as he slowly leaned into you, his lips, with the taste of a little blood and the cut against your mouth, crashed into you, kissing you.
But not the way you two usually did. It was the one that spoke louder than words. The one that was not casual, not just fuck buddies.
He was soft, slow, savoring you like you were the medicine for his cuts and trauma.
You didn’t pull away, you leaned in. And when you two broke the kiss to breathe, his forehead rested against yours.
“Nobody ever took care of me.” He whispered into the silent space.
You didn’t know how to respond to that, ad you felt your heart pound faster, almost break through your bones and skin.
“I…I’m always gonna take care of you.” You finally replied as he moved away to fully be able to see you.
His eyes were watery once again, his hand flew from your cheek down your body, slowly pulling you up into his lap.
You didn’t move away, you strapped him between your legs, and reached for the bandages from the kit.
Something that night changed, shifted, and Gator never felt more home. After you finished, he pulled you down on the couch, got behind you, his hands resting on your waist as he buried his face into your neck.
None of you spoke, none of you questioned, just enjoyed the warmth of each other.
But something did happen, because Gator realized what it was.
The next morning he woke up to you peacefully sleeping, it was like 5 AM if he had to guess, and as he saw you sleep with no worries between his arms he knew it was not right.
He can’t have this, he doesn’t deserve this.
And it lead to him leaving your apartment as quiet as possible, but before that, he found a blanket near by and tucked you in. Taking one last glance of you before he knew he had to leave.
When you woke up, he was gone, you tucked in and your emotions and feelings all over the floor.
You didn’t understand anything, you just couldn’t figure him out.
You texted him, multiple times but no answer came, like you didn’t even exist, like you were just a game.
You knew it was supposed to be only hookup, but after last night you couldn’t just go back to that, and he didn’t wanna move forward.
After two days of not replying you got the message, that no message is the message. And even tho it hurt more than you wanted to admit, you accepted it.
One month has gone by, Gator avoided you, but watched you. He knew you could never be his, but he also hated the idea of you being someone else’s.
So when he saw you at your favorite coffee shop with another man, laughing over some coffee and pantry, he couldn’t help his jealousy take over.
Especially when his arms moved, resting his pam on your thigh while you were laughing at something he said. Something that used to be only his.
That night Gator finally opened your messages.
Why are you not answering?
Is this some kind of game?
Is it because of last night?
So you are just ignoring me
His heart jumped reading those texts, all your emotions written over them.
Was all he texted, one month after leaving your house with feelings that should have never came alive.
When the notification popped up you were confused, angry, maybe happy?
You didn’t know how to feel or what and when. What was he playing?
That was all you texted back, you didn’t wanna hear from him. You didn’t want to be a toy he can play around with while ruining your emotions and brain chemistry.
No you had your fucking time, you had all of it, I’m not gonna play this game with you
I know, I know I fucked up ok? Just I was scared
I was scared too! But I would never give you the silent treatment, now leave me please.
And no other notification came from Gator Tillman.
You really thought that was it? Because not even 20 minutes after your last message loud banging on your door happened.
When you rushed to the door to see who was so fucking eager to get in you flew the door open and was met with Gator, his hand leaning on the door frame while the other one was still in the air after knocking on your door.
He was different, his hair not gelled back, he was in a black T-shirt and black jeans, no sign of deputy or the famous Gator Tillman.
He was out of breath, and he was just Gator.
“Please, please let me talk, let me in, let me make it right.”
Your body moved before your mind could send the words to your mouth, you moved away from blocking the door as he rushed in.
You just closed the door and when you turned back to face him he was in front of you, on his knees looking up at you.
“I’m sorry, I am so sorry-“
“Gator what are you doing?” You were stunned by the big man breaking down in front of you, suddenly begging for your forgiveness.
“I was stupid, I was so fucking stupid and I was a bitch and I never wanted this to happen.”
His hand flew to your thighs, burying his face in your stomach as your hands flew to his head to maintain your balance.
“I never thought I could love someone, I don’t even think I deserve you but you are all I want, all I have in my mind, all I dream about and all I crave to be with.” He murmured against your stomach.
He pathetic really, but was so vulnerable too.
“You can’t do that, you can’t just ignore me and do this then…” you whispered into the silence that followed his sobs.
“I know, and if you—if you give a chance, just one more…please—I will do better, I will be better for you, just for you baby, I will love you. I love you.”
All words left your brain from his confession and your eyes watered at the sight and words of his, cause you wanted nothing more than him.
Because along the rollercoaster, the ride, you realized you loved the way it made you feel, the way your stomach dropped every time you saw him, and how you always craved to get back into that ride.
You slowly pulled him up from the floor, as much as he let you just to finally make eye contact with him.
“I love you too, Gator.” A smile occurred on his lips as he leaned in to capture your lips between his.
One month of no taste of each other and your stomach was in heaven. Him against you once again felt like the whole world disappeared and it was only you and him.
The kiss was full of love, care, and cravings. The way his lips pushed yours and the way his tongue came to lick your lips, wanting to enter it made you moan.
His hands rested on your waist as yours were around his neck.
The kiss became passionate in seconds, like you two had only a little time before it went down. His hand flew down to your thights and tapped on then to signal you to jump, so you did. And he caught you, like he always will from now on.
With your legs around his waist he started walking up to your bedroom, not taking a break from savoring your lips.
The makeout was heated but not heavy, it was not lust it was love, he just wanted to love you and wanted you to love him the same way.
He slowly put you down your mattress, hovering over you and start kissing down your neck, sucking on the sweet spots of yours.
It was not aggressive, not hard, not so angry sex you two usually had. It was just showing love. Something Gator never understood till he met you.
His hand slid down from your shoulder to your breasts, squeezing them, making open your lips from pleasure as he slid down more to your waist, grabbing the end of your shirt and lift it up, pulling it down of you slowly, having a break from kissing your neck. He tossed it away, as you reached to take his shirt off. When both of you were half naked you two just stared at each other, your hands flew to his hair covered chest, looking differently on it than you did before.
His hand flew to cup your breast before leaning forward to kiss you again. Making you moan into his mouth.
He broke the kiss, even though you reached for him, he was moving down once again…kissing your neck, your collarbone, your breasts that had not touched a bra all day, kissing between them slowly down your stomach. Your fingers scratching his scalp.
When he was down facing your core he looked up at you, waiting for your nod, and as you did he slid your pants down along with your underwear and without warning, he licked one big slit up your pussy before sucking lightly on your clit.
He buried himself deep in your folds you were worried he would suffocate, but he was right where he wanted to be, feel you, smell you, taste you and let’s not forget to hear the sounds you were making from the way his tongues worked around your pussy.
Licking your folds over your whole pussy, sucking in your clit while two fingers flew to your entrance, circling it, making you shimmer and whimper, wanting more.
He moaned against your clit, sending a vibration through you that made you moan his name as popped two fingers in you, curling them to find your spot.
“G-gator fuck!” You moaned as he scissored his fingers inside you, going in and out of you, slow, but hard.
His eyes flew to see you, see the way you arched, the way tits moved with every pump of your fingers, putting you more into the mattress and the way your head fall back, your mouth hang open, moaning.
“Come on darling, cum for your deputy.” He said against your clit, sending another joint through you and your walls clenched around him before waves went through you and with moans you cum around his fingers. You arousal covering his fingers, he pulled them out and came up to you.
“Suck them clean.” He said putting his fingers in your already slightly open mouth, so you did, while maintaining eye contact with him. Sucked them all clean.
“Good girl.” His cock was throbbing, you could feel it against your core so you flew to push your pants down, along with his boxer.
“Needy are we?” He said before helping you get his layers off, leaving both of you fully naked.
“Just fuck me already, please…”
“Oh so you are the one begging now?…huh.” He said while lining himself up to your hole.
He slowly started pushing in, your eyes rolling back the same way his did.
“Fuck you are so tight. I can feel your heartbeat darling. Fucking love it.” He said while he pushed himself all in making you scream out of the stretch.
“I know, you gonna take it alright? Show me how much you love me.” He started moving out of you, only leaving his tip in before slamming into you. Both of you groaned as he started repeating it, again and again and again.
His movements became harder but again not faster, he was not rushing, not wanting to do it fast so he can run away from his feelings. He was here with you and he will stay.
His head flew to your breasts and captured your nipple between his lips. He was sucking on them and occasionally bit down on them when his dick twitched building up his release.
“Gator…I’m gonna—“ you tried to say between moans.
“I know, I know, cum for me, show me how much you want me.”
With some other thrusts you moaned out his name, your whole body shaking as you came once again for him.
Those sounds was all he needed before spilling into you, moaning around your nipple once again.
He slowed down his thrusts and came up to see your face. He kissed you as soon as you looked at him.
He pulled away, his cheeks in your palm, his forehead once again resting on yours, him still inside of your slowly softening as both of your cum’s started spilling out of you as much as they could from Gator.
“I meant it, I meant it all. I love you and I want to do this, I want to do this with you, if you let me.”
“I love you too, and yes I want to, more than anything.” You pulled him into another sloppy kiss.
And that night there were no unspoken emotions, no gatekeeping, these were never planned, these feelings were unexpected, but both of you were happy that it happened that way.
Because two years later, Gator was loyal to his promise and protected you, and wanted you as only his, when he kneeled down on one knee and asked for you hand, and when you said yes, forever begin, between you two, something that no one can break.
divider by — @cursed-carmine
