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cycat-carisi · 5 months ago

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Gasoline

Pairing: Gator Tillman x f!reader

Summary: You and Gator were once secretly in love as teenagers but his choices forced you to go your separate ways. Though now nearly unrecognizable, a moment comes where you begin to see that the Gator you once loved may still be trapped inside. You fall back into a secret, passionate love affair...but what consequences lie ahead?

Tags/warnings: Spoilers for Fargo Season 5, mature themes, references to sex, ANGST

Words: 1772

A/N: This little drabble fic was inspired by Djo's cover of Haim's "Gasoline". It's been a hot minute since a song has given me the inspo to write, so I hope you will enjoy this one. I'd also like to say that I do not condone Gator's actions in the series. I do think he has many complexities, though and that is interesting to explore as a fic writer. You can read more on my thoughts about that here.

Also, I'd like to shout out @mrprettywhenhecries and @muldermuse. They have created two of the best Gator AU series out there, including writing badass MCs that match Gator perfectly. Make sure to give "Don't Waste Your Time On Me" and "Two Sinners" a read ♥

Fic below the cut or on AO3

At the time, life could not have been more perfect. Gator Tillman, captain of the football team and son of the sheriff, had taken a liking to you. Tall, dark hair, shining eyes, dazzling smile. What initially began as stolen glances soon morphed into something more. You had fallen, and fallen hard, for the Stark County High superstar.

So, when one day Gator pulled you under the bleachers and told you just how smitten he was, it wasn’t difficult to allow your lips to crash against his.

What had surprised you most about Gator was that beneath the athletic, tough-guy exterior lay a sensitive boy, capable of a lot more kindness than the world around him allowed him to show.

You had kept your little love affair a secret, stealing kisses–-and sometimes more–-in whatever confined space or private area that your school had to offer.

The relationship remained hidden mostly out of fear of your conservative parents, but that never meant that Gator treated you poorly. He would save you the best parts of his lunch and carry your bags when he thought no one was looking. But the sweetest part was how, after several months, Gator began to open up to you. He regaled you with his dreams for the future–-a future he saw with you in it.

The best moments you had together were when you snuck out to lie in a field somewhere, talking and watching the stars. It had seemed that those stars had aligned just for you and Gator; a perfect little world all your own.

Yet, all good things must come to an end, so they say, and that is exactly what had happened when Jenny Meyers moved to town.

Her father was recruited by Sheriff Tillman and often brought his family to the Tillman ranch for dinner. Being a good Christian girl and captain of the cheer squad, Jenny was Roy’s top pick for his son. And before long, Jenny was the one walking hand in hand with Gator–-your Gator–-down the halls of Stark County High.

Perhaps you may have been able to accept it if you had known Gator’s circumstances at home. Hell, you may have even been able to accept it if Gator had formally broken things off with you. But the fact of the matter was that he had remained silent. One day you had been making out behind the school, and the next Jenny was wearing Gator’s varsity jacket.

It hurt. It hurt bad knowing that something as simple as a pretty, popular, and well-connected girl could erase everything you and Gator had shared.

So, you did the only thing you could; you kept your head down, letting it all be. And as time passed, you watched any traces of the Gator you knew evaporate as he strived to please Jenny, her family, and most of all, his father.

The days of colourful sundresses and midnight strolls were gone. You graduated high school and tried college but ultimately ended up back in Stark County, working at the little gas station diner. Gator went on to complete his police training and fulfilled his new dream of working for his father.

Except, your collective choices meant that you still had to share the town with him. Each encounter resulted in minimal words spoken, yet you couldn’t help but notice how distorted Gator had become. He was pompous and cocky, walking around the county like he owned it, even though everyone secretly knew that his father filled that role instead.

There were also times when Gator would visit the diner, exuding arrogance with each breath. Every word spoken was a demand, and it took all your willpower not to spit in his coffee.

Jenny had long since moved on, but the egotistic Gator had remained in place. Sometimes you thought about what once was. Usually, your mind strayed after taking his order and moving to fill it in the kitchen while Gator sat at a barstool, picking his teeth and flaunting his sheriff’s vest. You wondered whether the Gator you used to laugh with and kiss was still trapped inside somewhere.

Then one day you got your answer.

It was All Saints’ Day, and there was a cold bite to the November air despite the afternoon sun peeking out from behind the clouds. Gator had slinked into the diner sporting a ripening shiner. The sight of his purpling skin caused your stomach to drop in spite of yourself.

Plopping himself at his usual stool, Gator avoided eye contact with everyone around him, his chin dropped low.

You did not owe him any sympathy, not after the heartache he had caused you all those years ago. Yet, you still found yourself in front of him, compassion overtaking you.

Surprised that anyone, let alone you, showed him concern caused Gator to raise his gaze to yours. Those shining eyes that once captivated you were heavy with sadness and something akin to fear.

Perhaps it was the familiarity and safety that Gator found in you that led you both to the here and now. And perhaps you allowed it to happen because you once again glimpsed that vulnerable boy who you had fallen in love with back in high school. Nonetheless, it had spiraled fast, and now here you are, leaning back against your kitchen counter as the first tendrils of light from the morning sun begin to glimmer through the window. Your knuckles blanch from the tight grip you have on the countertop, head tipping back with parted lips as Gator’s skilled mouth makes you come alive.

You know this thing that you have rekindled is a bad idea. Roy Tillman is a nefarious being, even though no one will admit it out loud. And Gator’s only high school goal was to be just like his father. The injuries he sports now are clearly an extension of this relentless pursuit.

Yet, unlike high school, Gator no longer wants to hold back; he no longer wants to hide you under the bleachers. It's as if he worships you for the sense of stability and calm you bring to the chaotic world he surrounds himself with.

Worse still is that you took him back despite him choosing Jenny, despite his arrogance, and despite your instincts screaming at you to be wary of his father. Yet, you can still see the tenderness within him. It has been locked away for years, but when Gator is with you, the hardened exterior begins to crack, and his true self shines through. You can see it each time you find him smiling on the other side of your door for a secret rendezvous. You can feel it when he holds you close after making love until dawn. And you can hear it when he fantasizes about running away with you to some little corner of the world. Each time you are near, Gator pours gasoline on the fire within that still burns for him.

Except, how can you completely trust him? He has left you before when his father laid out a path for him. What’s to say that it won’t happen-–isn’t already happening--again?

Gator tries to urge you towards more, claiming that his father will approve of you. Your good-natured, conservative family and their loyalty to the town will win over the sheriff easily. Gator wants all of this to go faster. He wants to be with you in public like you never were as teens. But even though you give in time and time again to the secretive hookups, your apprehension of Gator’s world outside of this bubble you have created for yourselves prevents you from committing to anything more.

Until one day, your instincts ring true.

You had seen a streak of determination towards a goal unspoken build and build inside of Gator. And one night while lying tangled in the sheets, tracing soft circles into your skin, Gator hints that he is going to finally earn his father’s approval. You know better than to ask for details, too afraid of what his answer would be.

His enthusiasm shoots fear down your spine. In the dark, you know the cast on his arm and the bruise across his eye are mere warnings of what may potentially lie ahead. It pains you to admit to yourself just how much you still care about him.

Except when Gator dresses in the dim morning light and plants a soft goodbye kiss to your forehead, you never expect the day to transpire as it does.

News travels fast in small towns, and when claims of shootouts and FBI at the Tillman ranch reach the gas station diner, it locks your heart in a vice. You throw off your apron, shrug on a coat, and head for the door. Shouts from the cook don’t even register in your ears, too focused on the fear for your Gator.

You’re unsure if you will even be allowed near, but you push your beaten-up car towards the ranch anyway, sirens confirming the route as you speed down the highway.

You throw your car in park as close to the perimeter as possible and stagger your way to the police tape. Extending upwards on tiptoes, you glance around for any sign of him. Despite all your previous apprehension, you simply cannot fathom your life without Gator in it.

Finally, you spot him. He’s merely a shell, facing away and hunched over on a stretcher with his face hung low. A white bandage surrounds his head, but you release a sigh, thankful he is alive.

Making your way across the tape and waving off police officers along the way, you bolt towards Gator. You call his name tentatively, and he straightens at the sound. Except, he doesn’t turn around. It seems as though he is uncertain of where your voice is coming from. Carefully, you move around him to the front of the stretcher, and that is when the fears you had while lying tangled in bed are realised.

Your voice drops low, whispering his name and taking his hands in yours.

He calls back to you, lost in the darkness he has created for himself. The next words spoken are an apology, his body trembling and spirit broken. He truly hates what he has let himself become.

You whisper to him that it will be alright as you take him into a warm embrace. There will be time for anger and consequences later, but right now, the Gator you know–-the Gator you love--needs you to help guide him through.

Fin.

#Gator Tillman #Gator Tillman x reader #Gator Tillman x f!reader #gator tillman fanfiction #fargo season 5 #my fanfic #Maybe this will give me the umph to finally finish my Lonesome Superhero series :D

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munsonluhvr · 1 month ago

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GATOR TILLMAN'S ♡ LOVE GUIDE ♡

⟡ what it's like for gator to have a crush ⟡

gator tillman is always bold but he's even more bold, cocky and arrogant when he has a crush. gator is never one to be shy or to hide his feelings. he's outward and sure of himself and his feelings, making them very known to the object of his desire. he's complimentary, leaving you dizzy and full of butterflies and he knows how to make you feel like the only girl in the world. gator is enchanting, grazing your face with his fingertips gently and kissing you softly in just the right places. you can't help but get weak in the knees for gator.

to demonstrate his intersest in you, gator is almost like a 'giving ghost.' he'll leave little notes beside a bouquet of flowers at your doorstep, make a box of your favorite chocolates a few days later. he also lets you know when you're on his mind, sending pictures of sunsets while he's out patrolling at work or little text messages to tell you he misses you and wants to see you soon. all of which leave a sweet taste in your mouth.

⟡ what it's like for gator to date someone & be in love ⟡

gator never truly imagined dating someone and he especially never imagined falling in love in his lifetime. gator was always a loner and a player, never truly being in a realtionship until he met you in his late twenties. he was instantly gravitated towards you. even though he had never experienced these types of feeling before, he knew in his heart that there was no doubt that he was in love with you. it was the way he yearned for you when he was apart from you, all of his thoughts surrounded around you. he found himself wanting to make changes in his life to be a more positive influence on you and provider to you, all of which he never experiences with his past 'relationships.'

despite his rough and tough nature, gator is gentle with you. soft and sweet kisses, loving touches, whispers about the future in the moonlight, the esense of passionate and sensual love making. all of it makes you feel like sweet buttercream frosting, the warm sunshine grazing your skin. you never thought you'd expereine such attention and pampering. gator feels like your love has changed him as a person, proving to himself that he can be a good person, a good partner. he takes deep pride in being your man and ensures that you are his number one priority and does everything and anything to prove that to you.

gator pays attention to you, full undivided attention. he hangs on to your every word, gaining knowledge about your likes, dislikes, and favorite things. he enjoys spending every free moment of his with you, taking you on lowkey dinner dates or walks. he enjoys taking you out to show you off, while also enjoying keeping you all to himself at his residence. he likes to cook for you and host movie nights of whatever movie, no matter how girly or romantic, you'd like. then, he likes to focus attention on your body, demonstrating his love, attention and desire for you in other ways. to his surpise, gator finds being a partner easy, especially when you are his lady.

#gator tillman fargo #gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman fic #gator tillman #gator tillman fanfiction #gator tillman x reader #fargo fx #joe keery

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sadhours · 2 years ago

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scumbag blues: 1) first it giveth

gator tillman x f!original character

contents: 18+ minors dni, sex work, mean!gator, slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, rough, anal play, choking, lots of dirty talk, unprotected sex, lots of spitting

The sheets are fresh, it’s the first thing Gator smells as he and Daisy walk through the doorway. She leans against the closed door, locking it and batting her lashes up at him. Big blue eyes behind false lashes and a scattering of sun sprouted freckles dusting the apples of her cheeks and bridge of her nose. Gator feels a little dizzy at the sight but his dad doesn’t approve of her, tells Gator he better stop paying for her services but he can’t help himself. Winds up at the Inn at least twice a week. Bills fresh from the ATM tucked neatly in his wallet, burning a hole in his pocket. Gator’s hands find her hips, holding her in place while his body crowds her tiny one. He’s a good seven inches taller than her. He gets off on the size difference, likes knowing he can easily throw her around.

Daisy’s fingers find the zipper of his utility vest, her pink stained lips parting as she tugs it down and smoothes her hands under it, pushing it off his shoulders. Gator lets it fall to the floor, cringing at the thud it makes as it hits the hardwood. Daisy then moves her hands to make purchase over his chest, making his skin chill with goosebumps. She gently squeezes his hips, blinking up at him with those coquettish eyes. Turns Gator to putty in her hands like that. Wills himself to stop thinking about how much dick she’s ran through today. Tells himself she don’t look at those men the way she’s looking at him. Daisy promises so, has Gator believing it like it changes anything.

Roy wouldn’t let him and even if he did, Daisy ain’t gonna stop turning tricks. Her dad thinks this is an Inn, but they make money ‘cause his little girls turned it into a brothel. Her mothers scarce, like his own. Gator doesn’t ask her personal questions like that. They keep it professional. Though he knows it ain’t, knows Daisy brings him to her personal bedroom and not one of the rooms for rent. Lets her rest her head on his chest after and tell him about her dreams. Kisses her stupid before he inevitably leaves.

“S’nice dress you got on,” he mumbles, “Put it on just for me?” It’s a white one, short with big flowy sleeves and her cleavage just about pours from it.

“Bought it just for you,” Daisy replies, fishing her manicured fingers in his pocket and retrieving his lime green vape. She holds it up, “You know the rule.”

“Dumb fuckin’ rule,” he grumbles but takes it from her, taking a deep pull from the little box and tilts his head back to exhale the smoke out towards the ceiling. He passes it back to her and Daisy side steps him to put it in her desk. Gator’s got a not so good habit about reaching for it while they’re in the throws of passion, Daisy ain’t a fan of the acidic fruity vapor in her face during sex. So she made a rule, it stays in her desk drawer until after he’s paid her.

“Gator,” she scolds, furrowing her brows as she looks at him.

“I’m just saying,” he raises his hands in defense before trailing to the bed. He sits on the foot of it, clicking his tongue and nodding to the ground before him. Daisy complies, getting on her knees and starts unlacing his boots with her French tip nails and looks up at him with those big eyes again. “Good girl,” he praises, placing his palms on the comforter.

Sometimes he makes her lick ‘em but he’s feeling sweet tonight. She looks a little too innocent for that right now. So he just watches carefully, humming in approval when she gets one boot off and massages his sweaty, socked foot. Daisy smiles, flush rising up her neck which has Gator thinking this part gets her real excited. Has half a mind to reach between her legs and find out. Daisy rubs her face against his knee, bouncing a bit where she sits before she moves onto the other boot. She doesn’t spend as much time in massaging that one before she’s reaching for the button of his cargos, Gator moves to unclip the strap on his thigh but Daisy stops him.

“Keep it on for now,” she pleads, pulling his cargos down as far as they’ll go with the strap on.

“Yeah? Got yourself a cop kink?” Gator teases.

“More like a Gator kink,” she mumbles and immediately looks like she regrets it, eyes wide and cheeks ruddy. She bites her lip and moves her hand to palm him through his underwear. He can’t dwell on what she said for long after that, hot pleasure rising up his legs as his cock twitches from the attention. A long, low groan pushes from his throat and she shushes him. Her daddy’s bedroom is next to hers.

“C’mon, stop teasing,” he hisses.

Daisy raises a brow, lips quirking into a smirk before she’s nudging her nose against his clothed cock. Gator gasps and his hips lift off the mattress for just a second. And then Daisy sniffs and Gator’s a little self conscious, knows he’s been sweating in these cargos all day. But Daisy groans softly and takes another whiff, squeezing the bottom of his thighs and lets out a moan.

“You’re nasty, ya know that?” Gator exhales shakily and Daisy rubs her face against his boner and tells him he smells so good. Pheromones or someshit, he doesn’t know but he knows it turns him on that she likes his scent. His cock fills out even more and he grabs a hold of her head, pressing her face flush against his briefs. Daisy mouths at his length through the fabric, digging her fingers into his thighs. “You fucking love that cock, don’tcha, darling? C’mon, show daddy how much you love it,” Gator groans out, loosening his grip on her head.

Daisy takes a breath as she pulls away, immediately hooking her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulls ‘em down to get his erection out. Gator has to bite his lip to stifle the moan rising up his throat as she grips the base of him in her hand and licks a broad stroke up the underside of his cock. Daisy’s a real pro when it comes to head. Experience, Gator knows but she acts like she needs to suck it. Like she’s hungry for his cock. Daisy delivers kitten licks to his slit, moving her head with the motion before she wraps her lips around the head, giving a hard suck before taking him as far as he’ll go, hot and wet enveloping his cock. It twitches in her mouth and Gator pathetically moans out a “Oh, dear lord.”

He can feel her smile around the mouthful of him, has his hips rolling up on their own volition. For fucks sake, it feels so good. All the stress from work and his dad just dissipates like a switch. Gator’s sure that Daisy was put here on earth to service his cock, that’s what God made her for. And fuck, if he could marry her he’d do it in a heartbeat. Daisy pulls his cock out of her mouth with a pop before slapping it against her tongue and swallows before she asks him, “S’that feel good, daddy?”

“Yeah it does, sweetheart,” Gator bumbles out, “Get your mouth back to work.”

Daisy obliges with a giggle, running her pouty lips against the tip before slipping it between them. She sucks on his head, stroking him with her hand. Keeps her eyes locked on his face, like she’s eager to watch him fall apart. Like her whole self worth depends on whether or not she can make Gator cum. And he’s a fucking asshole.

“Aw, darlin,” he laughs softly, “You can do better than that, can’tcha?”

Daisy huffs through her nose, eyes squinting at him as she squeezes his cock in her hand but she clearly can’t help herself, as stubborn as she may pretend to be, she really just wants to please him. So Daisy sinks her mouth down on his cock, takes him until the head pushes against the back of her throat. She blinks quickly and Gator can see the tears prickling the corners of her eyes, slipping out and down her cheeks. Watches with his breath held as she exhales through her nose. He scoops her blonde hair up in his hands and holds it like a pony tail at the crown of her head, using the leverage to move her mouth as he pleases. Fucks her pretty little mouth until his balls are covered in her drool. Bucks his hips with it, reveling in the gagging sounds she makes around his length.

Gator’s real close to pulling her off, feels his orgasm is inching in quicker but it’s just too good to make her stop. He ain’t leaving here without filling her pussy though, it is what he pays for anyhow.

“Slower,” he whimpers out, hating the way it sounds on his ears but Daisy complies, pulls off of him and strokes him languidly in her hand. She blinks up at him, those eyes wide like she’s never done this before. The mortgage being paid for this place says something else though.

“Such a sweet girl,” Gator coos, “Do whatever you’re told.” He pats her bicep, “Up. Show me how wet y’are.”

Daisy flushes, standing up on shaky legs and lifts her dress above her waist. Her thong is white, slick soaked through and glistening on her thighs. Gator reaches forward and presses his fingers against the damp material. He moves them firmly up and down, Daisy rolls her hips into it and Gator lets out a low chuckle.

“Reckon you’re a good whore or… it’s only my cock that gets you soaked like this,” Gator muses, tilting his head as he pushes her panties to the side and gets his fingers against her folds. “Huh? You get this wet for those other fuckers?”

Daisy gasps, fingers grasping at the bunched material of her dress as she gazes down at his face.

“Answer me,” Gator demands when Daisy’s eyes glaze over from pleasure, his fingertips moving against her aching clit.

“No,” she whines, because it’s the truth. There’s bottles of lube hidden away in every single room. It’s nothing but men her fathers age and then there’s Gator. Handsome and around her age. Fucks her like he owns her. She won’t tell him he does. That she’s looking forward to their scheduled appointments. Cleans her room for him, wears clothes bought just for him and is soaking wet in anticipation. Hell, he’s the only client who gets to fuck her raw.

“That’s right,” he purrs, pulling his hand back and leans back against the bed, “Touch yourself for me.”

Daisy puts on a show, pushes her panties down mid thigh and spreads her lips with her fingers, giving him an eyeful of glistening folds. Rubs her pretty little clit in slow circles for him. Makes these breathy, quiet moans as she does it. Gator watches with an unimpressed expression that has Daisy insecure and eager to please. She slaps her pussy and inhales sharply at the way his eyebrows raise, moving to sink her fingers into her warm core. Fucking herself all slow and exaggerated, walls clenching around the digits and the desire to have his cock stretching them starts to get unbearable.

“Taste yourself,” Gator instructs.

She obliges instantly, shoving her fingers in her mouth and humming around them. Gator grins, eyes crinkling and Daisy clambers on top of him. Smashing their lips together desperately, grabbing his face and rocking her hips against him. Gator grabs her ass, squeezes it before delivering a harsh smack to the right cheek as he licks into her mouth. Daisy has a strict no kissing rule, but most of her rules go out the window when it comes to Gator. As much as she despises who he is, she’s overwhelmingly attracted to him. It’s carnal, animalistic the way they make out and rut against each other. Gator gropes her wherever he can, pressing his cock against her dripping cunt and rolling his hips. The most delicious slide, slick coating his shaft as he drags it through her folds. Their muffled moans fill the room as they writhe against each other. Daisy’s so goddamn wet Gator can feel it dripping down to his balls. He grabs her hair and tugs her back, breaking the kiss with strings of salvia still connecting their lips.

“Take that fucking dress off,” Gator demands, “Now.”

Daisy fumbles to pull the hem up and over her head, body exposed to him and his hands take advantage, smoothing down her sides and then back up to unclasp her lacy white bra. She tosses it aside and rolls her hips into him as his hands cup her breasts, thumbs grazing against her pert nipples. Daisy elicits a loud moan and Gator’s pinches her nipple and tugs it.

“Shh,” he scolds, “Don’t want your daddy knowing what an easy slut his little girl is.”

“Fuck,” Daisy gasps, hands moving to grab Gator’s wrist and forearm. His words produce a wave of euphoria laced shame, coating the length of his cock in even more slick. He uses her secret to blackmail her all the time, get dirt on her clients and get free services from her when he gets power hungry.

Gator hums, smirking up at her and says, “Does that make you wet? Screwing for money when daddy’s in the next room? Fuck, you’re such a whore. Picked the perfect profession.”

“Shut up,” she pleads in a moan.

“Ah ah,” Gator purses his lips as he smooths his hand up to wrap around Daisy’s neck, “I know you don’t wanna spend the night behind bars again. Soliciting a deputy and all.” Gator tsks, “Better behave.”

“Yes, sir,” Daisy gasps, feeling light headed with the pressure Gator’s got on her windpipe. Tells herself it’s part of the service, that she isn’t massively turned on by the power Gator truly holds. “I’m sorry, Deputy Tillman… I’ll be a good girl.”

“Music to my ears, darlin,” Gator drawls before giving a squeeze to her throat and letting go.

“How do you want me?” Daisy asks, breathlessly as her fingertips ghost down the swell of his biceps. She ignores the dumb tattoo peeking out of his sleeve.

“Ass up, face in the pillows,” Gator instructs and Daisy moves quick to get into position, thong still draped at her knees. Gator gets up, she can hear him undo his thigh strap and carefully placing it on the dresser before she feels him peel her underwear the rest of the way down. When she feels Gator’s hips pressing the globes of her ass, she knows he’s undressed. The tip of his cock grazes her fluttering hole, causing a whine to raise out of her throat and she pushes her ass back at him, desperate to catch the head of his cock in her hole and sink down on it. But Gator has other plans, grabs handfuls of her ass and spreads her cheeks before jiggling them in his hands. Watches her asshole flex from the motion and he spits on it, moving his thumb to spread his saliva against the hole she doesn’t let any other man touch. Hasn’t told Gator he’s the only man whose fucked her ass.

Gator spits again, uses it as lube to slip his thumb inside her asshole and groans lowly as Daisy’s toes curl.

“That’s it,” he coos, “Such a good little whore for me.”

Daisy keens, grabbing onto the pillows as she pushes her ass back at him. He spanks her with his right hand, so hard she’s sure she’s got an angry, red print of Gator’s large hand on it. Then he’s grabbing the base of his cock, swirling the head of it around Daisy’s clenching, dripping hole. He slips it in, but keeps it shallow. Just the tip.

“C’mon, Daisy,” he says condescendingly, “Fuck that dirty hole on my cock.”

Daisy’s head is swimming with just the tip, the notion that this is work completely vacated her thoughts. This is pure pleasure, all play and no work. Daisy fully believes in this moment that she exists to be used by Gator and God’s a real kind son of a bitch for giving her that purpose. She rolls her hips back, sinking down on Gator’s cock and he gasps. Her eyes are rolling back as he fills her up, all the way down to his tight balls. His cockhead presses into her g-spot so deliciously Daisy cannot hold back the guttural moan punching through her lips. He’s the only client to make her cum, to make sex enjoyable.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he exhales, “Tight little cunt, no matter how many dicks you take.”

His filthy words make both her holes clench around him. Gator wiggles his thumb and then uses the grip he’s got on her to drag her up and down his cock. He’s so thick and she’s squeezing him so tight. Can’t imagine not taking Gator raw. Needs to feel him without the stinky, thin layer of latex.

“Christ,” he moans softly, “Just keep squeezing that dick. You love it so much.”

Daisy fucks back against him, her nipples brushing against the bedspread as her tits sway with the motions. The sensation spreads hotly down her spine. The wet sounds of Gator’s cock sliding in and out of her cunt fill her ears, sprouting goosebumps over her skin as desperation starts to take over her. With each thrust of their hips, their skin meets with a sweaty slap and the tip of his cock brushes against her g-spot. Gator keeps letting out these low grunts, right hand gripping her hip tight enough to leave bruises. All the marks on her skin are left from him.

“So wet,” he chokes behind clenched teeth, “My little whore, all fucking mine.” He slaps her ass, “Yeah? I own this tight fuck hole, don’t I?”

“Yes,” she cries out, the slapping sounds of their skin gaining in tempo as Gator pounds into her relentlessly.

“Say it, bitch,” Gator seethes, moving her hand between her shoulder blades and pushing her harder against the mattress, “Tell me who owns this fucking pussy.”

Daisy turns her head, though her voice is still slightly muffled as she whimpers out, “You own this pussy, Gator owns me…”

“Damn fucking right,” he grunts. And just as he slips his thumb out of her ass to grip her hips, his radio goes off.

“Gator, do you copy?” that static laced voice rings throughout the room but the deputy ignores it, drilling into Daisy at breakneck speed, pushing involuntarily little yelps from her.

“Gator, you there?” Again, the voice comes through. “Gator,” in a singing tune.

“Fucking useless pricks,” he pulls out from Daisy and climbs off the bed. She sighs as she flips onto her back, rubbing her pussy as she watches his plump ass while he walks over to his vest.

“I’m fuckin’ busy,” he says into the radio and drops the vest, turning and grinning from ear to ear as he sees Daisy laid back, running her fingers through her folds as she eyes his hard cock.

“Fuckin’ busy or busy fuckin’?” The voice replies as Gator makes it to the edge of the mattress, stroking his cock while his eyes rake over Daisy’s body. “You with that whore again, ain’t ya, Gator?”

He rolls his eyes and climbs back on the mattress, gets between Daisy’s legs and slaps the head of his cock against her pussy, “Ignore ‘em, they’ll leave us alone.”

Daisy is used to what everyone says about her. Hell, the majority of Stark County Sheriff’s Department has paid for her services. She’d be amiss to ignore the realization that Gator talks about her to them, though.

“You tell ‘em about me?” she giggles, moving her hands up to play with her nipples while Gator drags the tip of his cock through her folds.

“Sure do,” he mumbles, “Tell ‘em you let me fuck your ass for no extra charge.”

“You get a flat fee,” Daisy admits, looking up to see his gelled back hair coming undone, the longer strands flopping out. He’s so frustratingly good looking, can’t help herself to grab his arms and pull his lips to hers. As Gator kisses back, he slips his cock into her hole which makes Daisy moan against his lips. Her legs come up to wrap around his waist and her arms drape around his shoulders.

He grinds into her cunt nice and deep before snapping his hips, head of his cock hitting her cervix in a way that has her body jolting and nails dragging down his back. Tears fill her eyes at the sharp sensation but Gator doesn’t relent, pounding into her pussy with abandon. Daisy has to bite his lip to stifle her cries but the assault makes Gator growl and break the kiss, pulling back and wrapping his fingers around her neck. Not applying too much pressure, but pressing her into the bed while he hammers his hips impossibly faster and harder, face all contorted in frustration and pleasure.

“Ya wanna bite me, bitch?” he grunts out.

Daisy whimpers, eyes rolling back in her head as Gator drills into her. Euphoria radiating all over her body as Gator slams against her g-spot repeatedly, turning Daisy into a drooling, incoherent mess as her voice attempts to apologize. Gator pouts, his thumb stroking her cheekbone as he slows his thrusts.

“Poor girl, make you cockdrunk already?” his voice is just a tad shaky, like he’s struggling not to fuck her into oblivion. “We just barely started, darlin.”

That’s another thing different about Gator as a client, the sex lasts hours. They usually do it more than once. Rest of her clients can barely last five minutes. Daisy wouldn’t complain though. Four hundred bucks for five minutes of laying on her back isn’t bad. Course, Gator gets a discounted price. Half off. It started because she actually enjoyed herself, had a rough time considering it work. Until he would leave, drop the cash on her dresser and not talk to her until he showed up for their next appointment. Gator makes her remember its work.

He drags his fingers down her arms before grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head, leaning down to connect their lips again. Daisy whimpers against it, squeezing her legs tighter around his waist and trying to chase the europhoria she felt just seconds ago. If he hadn’t slowed down she would’ve came. Gator likes to take his time, really drag it out of her. He can’t do anything without making it convoluted and difficult. Which he proves by shoving his cock as deep as it’ll go, their skin flush and then stills his hips. Pants into the kiss, moves his free hand up to squeeze her tit again. Daisy flicks her tongue against his and he wraps his lips around it, sucking on her tongue as he attempts to penetrate her even deeper. Fruitless, his cocks into the hilt, balls pressed against her ass.

The kiss quickly devolves into the pair of them moaning into open mouths, Gator thrusts but barely pulls back. And his cock is so hard and firm, Daisy’s squeezing around it with all she’s worth. Fuck, they’re libel to get stuck like this. Animals in heat. Pleasure swirling around in her stomach, bleeding down to all her nerves. They’re as connected as they’ll ever be, in the most raw and guttural way they can be. She opens her eyes as he pulls back, whimpers when his cock goes with him and she’s left feeling empty. Gator spreads her legs, looks down at her cunt and let’s a line of spit drip from his lips to her pretty, fucked bright pink pussy.

“Think it’s time you earned your money,” he pats her thigh, “Ride me, cowgirl.”

Daisy knows she’s well earned her money as is but she isn’t gonna say no to riding Gator. Gains a bit of her power back in that position. She nods enthusiastically and straddles Gator once he’s on his back, smoothes her hands through his chest hair and grazes her fingertips against his nipples. It earns her an almost pathetic moan from the man and Daisy’s giddy on it. She grinds her slicked up pussy against his hard cock, the slide easy from how soaked he gets her.

“C’mon, now,” he quirks an eyebrow, “Get on that cock and show me what you’re worth.”

Daisy licks her lips, lifts herself up and grabs hold of Gator’s erection, the head easily catches on her hole and she sinks down on him. Her puffy lips fall open as he fills her, a saccharine moan pouring out of her. He hums, eyes locked on where their bodies connect.

Then he directs her, “Slow. Wanna see it all. Need to see your pussy swallowin’ that cock.”

Holding onto his thighs, she leans back and slowly lifts her hips. Up until just the tips inside. She watches Gator’s expressions intently, his brown eyes blown wide with this hazy lust in them. Cheeks flushed and breathing heavily. His lips are swollen from the kisses.

“Take that cock, baby,” he mumbles out, sounding so delightfully dazed.

Baby. The word goes right to her head, makes her stomach fill with butterflies. Daisy complies, sinking back down on it and repeating the languid motions a few more times before she can’t take it anymore. Needs it faster and harder. Gator turns into a bumbling puddle, moaning out as he encourages her, “That’s it, yeah. Fuck yourself on my dick. Oh, yeah…”

“Gator,” she whines out, milking his cock with her tight cunt. Bouncing on his cock, squeezing his thighs for leverage. Her eyebrows pinch together and her mouth hangs open, chasing that burst of ecstasy only Gator can give her.

“Yeah, you filthy little slut,” he seethes, teeth clenched as his eyes dance around from their sexes up to her eyes and down to her tits.

Daisy huffs, moving a hand so she can rub erratic circles against her throbbing clit. Balancing herself on the one hand still plastered on Gator’s thigh. Feels the way her legs burn from exertion but she’s too focused on chasing the orgasm teasing her insides. Rides him like a woman gone mad. Gator’s moans turn breathless and border on whimpering, be it by her cunt quickly working his cock or her animalistic determination to get herself off, it’s doing something to him.

“Really workin’ for it, yeah?” Gator babbles out, “Gonna make yourself cream all over my cock, baby?”

“Feels so fucking good,” she heaves through pants.

“Mmm,” Gator’s hands snake around her hips, his own legs spreading which makes Daisy falter and she lets out a frustrated whine. “Don’t stop,” Gator tells her, fingers digging into her skin.

He begins thrusting up at her, the pair of them relentlessly humping each other. It’s a little sloppy, but the force of Gator’s hips pushes her over the edge. Intense waves of absolute heaven rippling through her, mouth open in a silent scream as she writhes against Gator. Vision gone absolutely white, riding out her orgasm blindly. Gator growls a laugh while he watches, reveling in the way her face scrunches and contorts as her body starts to buzz all over. He’s following close behind, before Daisy’s orgasm even finishes she feels his hot, thick seed filling her and leaking down the sides of his cock. Makes her cry out, body collapsing on top of him as he wraps an arm around her and fucks up into her, emptying all he’s got in her sore, used hole.

“Gator, Gator, Gator,” she chants breathlessly in his ear, tears trailing hotly down her cheeks as the aftershocks of her orgasm have her rolling her hips against him. Imagines he’s her husband. Imagines this is a marital love. That when they’re out in public they don’t hate each other.

He hums, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek before he’s pushing her off of him. Daisy lays on the mattress beside him, panting as she tries to catch her breath. Gator’s panting too, turns on his side and grabs her hip to pull her close. Drapes his arm around her as his lips find hers and they share lazy kisses.

“You let anyone else cum in ya?” he wonders aloud, lips dragging along hers. He hopes not. Can’t be too sure of her answer anyhow. She is a working girl after all. He pays her to be what he wants her to be. He still fantasizes about knocking her up, telling his dad he’s got no choice but to be with Daisy and keep filling her up with babies. She’s on birth control though, has that chip in her arm he hates so much.

“Gator,” she sighs as she presses her hand to his jaw and kisses him softly, “You’re the only one I let fuck me raw. Therefore… you’re the only man who's nut in me.”

He cringes, “Don’t talk like that. S’not ladylike.”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m not much of a lady,” she kisses him again, can’t stop kissing him.

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ataliagold · 20 days ago

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WIP Word Game

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of that word.

@steviewashere got me twice with SHARE and SHOWER.

These snippets are from Little Break in the Chain, a oneshot for @starthecozy's DTIYS, and a Steve comforting a grieving Dustin after s4 oneshot. (Because that hug scene in the s5 trailer gave me a burning need to write that.)

S - She reaches up to squeeze his shoulders, and Gator’s hit once more by how much smaller she is than him now. Remembers how she used to boss him around, clean up his messes, bandage his knees, make him cookies on his birthday. (LBITC)

H - He’s taller than he used to be. Older. No longer the kid Steve walked side by side with on the railway tracks, that grinned back as Steve swung his bat and pummeled a demodog to the ground, back when Steve had been much cockier, much more sure they could actually win this thing. (Grieving Dustin oneshot)

A - And then he’s babbling away, and Steve gets lost several times because Eddie’s just so damn distracting when he’s like this, when he’s passionate and smart and waving his hands around and grinning back at Steve and he’s really trying to listen, trying to learn about rolling with advantage and initiative and areas of effect but mostly he’s just gazing at Eddie. (DTIYS)

R - “Ralph, c’mere, it’s alright,” Gator says, slapping his thigh.

Ralph stalks over, dropping his stick at Gator’s feet, and eyes Dot. (LBITC)

E - Eddie strides over, closing the distance between the two of them, and pulls Steve into a kiss with a hand on his cheek. Bursting with energy, he then bounds away for a moment, grabbing a notebook from the shelf, and pats the couch. (DTIYS)

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S - Steve shrugs. “What else is there to do at the end of the world? Eddie would agree, don’t you think?”

Maybe it’s a low blow, Steve thinks as Dustin flinches away momentarily.

But it works. (Grieving Dustin oneshot)

H - “He’s nice,” Dot whispers, smiling as Gator flushes red and tipping her head towards Eddie.

“Mmm hmm,” he grunts.

“Eloquent as ever,” she teases. (LBITC)

O - "...One day, when this is all over.”

“Will it end, though?” Dustin looks up at him. Eyes flooded with tears, face crumpled in grief.

He’s too young to look like that.

“Yeah, buddy. It will.”

One way or another. (Grieving Dustin oneshot)

W - “Well, maybe not everything.” Steve huffs out a laugh, doing as he’s told and sinking down next to Eddie. “Let’s start with the basics.”

“Basics, right, right,” Eddie says quickly, eyes shining. (DTIYS)

E - Eddie grins at Gator, and the latter goes warm under it, cheeks reddening.

“You’re gonna have to tell me more of these stories,” Eddie says to Dot.

“Oh, I’ve got plenty,” she promises him. (LBITC)

R - Resolutely, Dustin nods.

Steve tugs him to his feet. (Grieving Dustin oneshot)

@steviewashere I'm tagging you right back, and also a few people I don't think I've tagged before, hello! @dreamsteddie @paperbackribs @steviestits. If you want to play, your word is DECIBEL.

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stardancerluv · 1 year ago

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The Past Follows Like Your Shadow

Part 4

Summary: Your past is close and you and Gator get closer. Something is on the horizon for Gator

Notes/Warnings:

This chapter is 18 & over! I decided to make this story parallel to the season…with subtle & a few differences. There is angst. Mentions of the past.

It contains…consensual P in V intercourse, hints at Dom!Gator, extra marital affair has begun, harsh language.

❤️s, comments/feedback, & reblogs are welcome!!

His words made you stop. You heart was racing. Your eyes grew as you looked at him. This edge in him terrified you but also simultaneously exciting you. You should have never invited him in.

“You are going to listen.” His voice gruff.

“What if I don’t care anymore?” You had always believed that to be true. But right now with your body pressed against his, you could feel yourself wavering. Was the old memories, the good ones making you waver.

“You do. Or you would have never let me in.”

You made a face.

“Now listen.”

You felt as he inhaled.

“I’m fucking glad she hasn’t taken my seed. I can’t stand her. She is vapid and stupid.”

“And yet, you are still with her.”

His lips crashed against yours.

You tried to push him away. “Stop.” Your heart now was ragged in its beating.

“Do you really want me to?” His lips brushing yours as he spoke. The look in his dark eyes making you tremble.

“It took so long to forget you.” Your voice was weak.

“Let me remind you.”

He kissed you again, your fingers nestled into his hair and he held you close. And it felt so damn good.

He broke the kiss, his breath was hot. “Where ?”

You glanced between behind you. “The sofa?” You looked back at him.

His lips curled before he chuckled. “Alright. Next time you deserve a bed tulip.”

You managed to clutch onto him as he walked you back. Your knees easily buckling under you. And soon, he was over you as you found yourself laying on the scratchy sofa. But at this moment, it felt more comfortable then anything you ever been on. A familiar need blossomed within you while looking up at him.

Your excitement built he tugged and pulled on his belt. Reaching, you decided to help.

“I knew you still wanted me.” His lips formed a smirk.

“So you now have the Tillman smugness huh?”

“Damn right.”

You unsnapped the button and pulled on the zipper. An ache you thought had long since died was back and making you bit your bottom lip hard.

You heard as the harness, dropped behind him, as you glanced up he tore off his shirt revealing a white tank top.

“Lay back. I can handle the rest.”

You could only nod. He had gotten broader, more toned over the years. He must have started working out. You also saw the hint of a tattoo. You swallowed, the six years had been good to him.

His hands pressed the cushions down beside you as he braced himself. His lips, were fierce and rough as he kissed you. Your eagerly met his with your own hunger. In the pit of your stomach the urge to bite him was strong.

“Fuck, I can’t wait.” His voice strained.

This time you were the one to smirk. “Then don’t.”

You barely had time to help him as he pulled your shorts down. Stepping back he soon pushed his pants just low enough. Your stomach fluttered at the sight of him.

He took a hold of himself.

“Am I still your biggest?”

“Don’t make me wait any longer.”

You gasped and whimpered as he managed to slid into you. He certainly was the biggest. He made you incoherent.

“Fuck baby.” He managed.

The sofa creaked with each thrust he made into you. With each one, he made you whimper and moan louder under him. He felt so good.

Sweat easily blossomed as your bodies slid against each other easier as your passions grew. His own scent soon over took the cheap cologne and you didn’t mind at all. It helped you to disappear into the moment. You whimpered as you felt your body tighten. You were getting close.

“Please.” You murmured.

“Open those eyes I want to see when I make you cum.”

“Damn it Gator.” You somehow managed.

“You’ve really developed a mouth haven’t you?“

You met his eyes. But you’d be lying if the way he spoke didn’t make your excitement build and the tightness in you grow taunter.

“There you are.” He said as your eyes met.

You came hard, with a sound you didn’t know you were capable of.

“Good, baby.”

You felt as he thrust, harder and deeper with you. It made you tremble in the aftershocks of cumming. His body tightened above you.

“Fuck baby. Fuck I’m gonna cum.”

Pleasure, hit you as you felt the warmth of him spurting deep within you.

He laid partially against you and the sofa; he rested his forehead against your shoulder. Smiling, you reached up eager to feel his soft, thick strands.

Your breathing and his was the only sound that filled the small living room. You both stayed like that. Just as you felt yourself fully relax, Gator made a brief sound he pushed himself back from the sofa. Your body felt absence of him. You hastily grabbed and pulled up your shorts.

His zipper was loud as he pulled it up and his belt clanked as he fastened it. You didn’t look up, there was a part of you that didn’t want the moment to end.

“Damn, baby.” He closed the distance and cupping your chin, he brought your face up. “I didn’t think I was bad.”

“You weren’t I…I…” Your words failed you. You tried to look away.

He shook his head. “I’m not letting you go just as after getting you back.”

You looked at him confused. Your brow furrowed.

Too fast for you, he easily to scooped you up and laid astride his lap. The two of you would sit like that watching movies, at parties after a football games or just hiding out somewhere on his father’s ranch. It still felt so familiar. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“I knew the moment, I watched your hips swishing away from me that you still wanted me.” He squeezed your hip.

You blew some hair that fell into your eyes. A chill ran down your spine. Sitting a little straighter, as your jaw tightened as you looked him over. The smugness that the Tillmans were known for was certainly passed down to him.

“So you didn’t take me walking away as a rejection?” You crossed your arms in front of yourself. “Or that I didn’t want anything to do with you or your family?”

When he didn’t answer immediately, you went to get up. You really shouldn’t have done this. He is married and he hurt you all those years ago.

His hand tightened on your hip, his fingers dug into your hip. You winced.

“No. You are not getting away from me this time.”

“Oh I’m not?” You rose your eyebrows, blinking.

He shook his head, his hair falling into his eyes. He racked his fingers through the stray strands. A chuckle his escaped his lips.

“Look how long are you here?”

You shrugged. “However, long it takes.”

“Well then, look…”

“Are you proposing we carry on some crazy affair?” You cut him off.

“Will you let me talk?“

This certainly was a different Gator then the one you loved. You were shaken, you were not sure how to feel.

“Go ahead.” You exhaled.

You were adult, why had you let him in. You had spent nights crying and other nights angry over a cold beer.

“Look things are going on right now, damn it. Heavy things.” His eyes narrowed as he looked at you. “And then you walked into the diner.”

“Sorry to inconvenience you or should I say for big ol’ Tillman, Roy.” You could mask your sarcasm. You hated Roy.

He shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours. “Damn you and your get mouth. I am going to show you how to put it to better use.”

Why did his words make a hot streak of desire for him coil and tighten in you? Damn him. You remained quiet.

“That quieted you?”

You shrugged.

He pressed his lips together, he exhaled. “For me too, not just my father. Might change some things around here. Fuck, I know they will.”

“How does that effect me? I only came back to settle Mavis’s house.”

“Can’t tell you that. But it will be good.” He smirked.

You resisted rolling your eyes. He was the first to break promises to you; you knew he could do it again.

“Since you’re back in town, I want to see you when I can.”

“And Mary Sue?”

He shrugged. “She knows I get busy.”

“Stark County become a buzzing metropolis while I was away?”

“Damn that mouth of yours.” Shaking his head, he smiled. It looked good on him. “I am not going to let you slip by this time. I’m a man.”

“You are. But you’re married and your father, from the looks of it; is still terrifying.”

“I got a good feeling about it.” He looked away, he almost looked like the Gator you last saw before they pulled the two of you part. “You will you drop by when I can.”

You contained the laughter that wanted to bubble forth.

“Gator, you found me tonight. I don’t think I could stop you if I tried.”

“I’ve always been the one who came knocking on your window.”

“Somethings never change.”

@delikaitxx

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muldermuse · 2 years ago

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Two sinners reader 100% sends Gator Twitter porn. Like all the time. nsfw below the cut. 18+ mdni!!!!

Like it varies from soft porn, realllly passionate sex. A homemade video of a couple in bed, the room is dark but slightly lit by candles. You can see their silhouettes, he’s on top and she’s writhing underneath him. With this video it’s mainly the audio, they’re giggling and she’s begging him for more and he’s grunting as he fucks her harder and harder. You can hear them sloppily kissing throughout the whole thing.

You: why do we never do it like this? ☹️

OR,

More hardcore stuff. Like girls rimming guys, girls getting facials, getting spanked, spat and slapped. Guys eating ass, guys sucking a girls strap-on, guys getting pegged, men getting COMPLETELY dominated by fems. Bondage! Bdsm! Butt stuff!

You: would u wanna try this?????

OR,

When reader is feeling completely unhinged, it’s a video of two girls. Both topless in the bathroom at a party somewhere, they’re kissing, taking turns playing with each others nipples and licking their boobs. It’s a guy filming it who’s commenting about how hot it is to watch but the two girls are fully just into how good they’re feeling and completely ignoring him.

You: do you think Glenda would be up for this? With me? Don’t worry you can film 😘

After that he blocks her for a day

Hahhajajjkhskskksks she’s such a dick

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inuhalfdemon · 1 year ago

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Dirty Dealings (14/21)

Word Count = 7,096 Words

Rating = Mature (SMUT)

Chapter 14: The Revelation

To him. It was the purest form of entertainment. The world was a stage, after all... - Alastor

June 25th, 2001

New Orleans, Louisiana

Having just finished with the disemboweling of a large gator in the New Orleans swamp; Alastor took his time heading back to Adeline. He drifted and slithered easily through the darkness – barely more than shadow himself. It was a trip prematurely made; he really hadn’t needed the excursion quite so soon but he thought it never really hurt to “blow of some steam”. Adeline had been tossing and turning restlessly in her sleep all night; he didn’t need the rest himself but her agitation had been building in him and it began to become quite irritating. The distance from her wasn’t great; but it did help and the activities he usually partook in whilst roaming the muck and shores of the bayou never failed to lift his mood.

It was still fairly early; the sun now only just suggesting its arrival to a new day. Alastor made a mental note to initiate intercourse with Adeline this morning before things got too busy for them; it might just release some of the tension she had building between them and it might help prevent any…arousing mishaps…during this event she was so focused on them attending.

Funny enough; he was delighted at the thought of getting to go to an art gallery with her tonight. However; the connection they shared was becoming stronger and Adeline’s feelings and emotions were coming to him – sharper and sharper – by the day. This, of course, was made worse by whatever anxiety she was holding onto with tonight. Her mood was swinging from one feeling to the next so erratically: excitement, apprehension, fulfillment, insecurity…that familiar and deepening passion…an equally deepening sense of dread, a feeling of expectation… Nervousness, hesitation, genuine fear… It was such a mess for him to receive that he was incredibly impressed with how well she was functioning. If not for their unique situation; he wasn’t certain he’d have caught very many of the signs to her internal war.

Sighing; Alastor smoothly shifted himself into his radio demon form. He was still committed to his new domesticated role and was dressed in the jeans he had fashioned to accommodate his tail and a loose black T-shirt. The T-shirt didn’t hide the crisscrossing of scars he had marking his neck and upper chest but it was comfortable enough. Waving a hand; he produced a shimmering, green portal and stepped through with swaggering strides.

He materialized in Adeline’s kitchen; finding her already awake and just in the beginnings of making her own coffee.

“Oh! You’re back already!” She greeted him, smiling. Her hair was a complete mess from her restless night and she looked exhausted.

“Just a quick trip.” He said, smiling back at her; his radio filter coating his words. He went to her; leaning over, he kissed her forehead softly.

“You in the mood for yours or mine, this morning?” He nodded to the coffee pot she had been getting ready to fill with water.

“Yours, please.” She sighed; putting the pot back in it’s place. “I had a Hell of a night.” She groaned.

He chuckled; reaching into the cupboard and pulling out a mug for her. Snapping his fingers, he filled her cup and produced his own – the red “Oh Deer” mug she had gifted to him on a whim. It brought him great amusement and he found that he was quite fond of it.

“Refills included.” He smiled, lifting his own mug and sipping at the steaming beverage.

“Thank God.” She said, taking the cup with her to head into the bathroom and get ready for the day.

He watched her walk away; disappearing into the restroom.

Even as a hot-early-morning-mess, she was…beautiful, he admitted to himself. He felt the beginnings of a…stirring…in his jeans. Yep, he would be getting her into bed at some point this morning. He was having none of that nonsense on another Anniversary night; not if he could help it.

He rubbed his face with his hand; thinking about the fantasies. They normally weren’t common; especially if he and her kept with their regular routine they had established for themselves. Every once in a while though…one would creep up and invade his thoughts. He tried not to give them much consideration; he was sure they were…normal…in some twisted way. Recently, they were drifting into his thoughts more and more frequently; catching him even in moments they had just collapsed into that post-coital bliss. What’s more, they were becoming more vivid; more macabre. He had even had a fucking wet dream in his sleep: of him cannibalizing her. He assured himself they held no merit but…they disturbed him; and he didn’t care much for the feeling.

Coming out of the bathroom; Adeline was brushing her hair.

“So, what do you want to do this morning?” She asked him; he could feel a touch of the jitters coming from her.

“Well, I thought I might get my trip to the cemetery out of the way before –“ He began.

“Oh, shit.” She said; pulling the brush from her hair. “Oh, fuck. I’m sorry…I completely forgot. I never got the sunflowers.”

He tilted his head; a long ear drawing back at her reaction.

“It’s really just fine, Adeline.” He assured her.

“I can go get some right now.” She told him. “I’ll get dressed and-“

“Adeline.” He tweaked his ear. “It’s still early…I’m fine going without them or if you’d like to join me; I’ll take you wherever it is you normally get them before we go. It doesn’t have to be right now.”

“You-“ She starred at him. “You want me to go with you?” She asked. “I mean, I know you invited me before but…” She had always meant to respect his privacy; not wanting to intrude on his personal commitments.

“It would be my pleasure.” He told her; going over to her, he touched her face, tilting it to look down at her with warm, soft eyes. He wanted to know what she was thinking…what swirling thoughts were driving her mad.

“Then, yes.” She smiled; touching her hand to his and holding it to her. “I’d like to join you – and I would very much like for us to get the flowers before we leave.” She clarified.

“Splendid.” He brushed her cheek with his thumb, then dropping his hand; hers falling away with his - he took it – briefly squeezing it before letting go. “Now, you finish up. I’ll go make us some breakfast.”

Adeline finished getting ready for the day. They both had breakfast; the radio playing : a series of classic rock songs - one of the few moments Alastor was choosing not to listen to jazz.

Alastor was cleaning dishes to AC/DC’s “Dirty Deeds” while Adeline considered the dresses he had bought for her, years ago. He had offered for her to find and pick out whatever dress she’d like but she insisted on wearing one of the three he had sent her previously. She decided she would wear the green dress. It was formed to be less revealing than the red dress had been but like the red dress; it was trimmed in black. It hugged her body nicely and cascaded in soft, flowing ripples – the coloration of the fabric throwing varying shades of green depending on the lighting that struck it.

Alastor was just finishing in the kitchen when Adeline came back. She was dressed to do their errands; casually – wearing jeans and a colorful T-shirt. She had a thought, entering the dining room though and sat herself onto the edge of the long table.

Alastor – drinking his next cup of coffee – sipped from his mug, watching her. “What are you doing, Adeline?” He asked her.

“Well, you did say it was early…” She told him, suggestively.

“Yes. I’d say it still is.” He allowed.

“We could find some way to pass the time.” She offered.

“On your dining room table?” He asked her, un-amusedly. His ears sweeping back at the thought.

She shrugged.

He placed his coffee down; walking over to her.

“This table is meant for eating on.” He told her, disgusted.

She gave him a coy smile.

“No.” He told her, stopping in front of her; his arms crossed.

“I’ll make you a deal…” She teased him.

“Your terms?” He grumbled.

“You have your way with me, here.” She told him. “And, I’ll do whatever it is you would – might - like.” She finished, hoping to encourage some new sexual fantasy he might be hiding.

“Hm…” He unfolded his arms; leaning in. “Deal.” He growled.

In one smooth motion, he stepped between her legs. She spread them readily; wrapping them around his waist as he pulled her close. She was ready for him to dip her back; when instead he hiked her higher onto his waist and pulled her from table; carrying her out of the kitchen.

“The fuck!?” She yelled at him.

“You offered very vague terms, Adeline. “Here” could mean anywhere in this apartment; I’m taking you to the bedroom.” Alastor told her. “I am not averse to taking my meals there.” He chuckled. “You’d make a very poor profession out of your deal-making, dearest Adeline.”

“You’re such a bastard.” She told him.

He carried her through the doorway, into the bedroom.

“You like it.” He growled at her; tossing her easily onto the bed.

He crawled on it with her; over her. He kissed her sweetly as he hurriedly helped her out of her clothing. Tugging at her pants; he was pulling them off her as she worked his shirt off; each of them taking turns to pause and orient themselves throughout the process to get the job done.

When they both were fully naked, Alastor stepped from off of the bed, gripped her thighs and pulled her roughly to the edge of the mattress; his claws not cutting her but leaving sharp lines in her skin. She gasped; excited by his enthusiasm.

Winding his arms around her legs; he spread them open and dived right in. Adeline’s back arched and she threw her head back; normally he was more restrained with her than this – his movements much more slow and teasing.

Freeing one arm; he firmly pushed her down onto the bed with his hand; claws spread across her abdomen; digging into – but not piercing – her skin. She shuddered; her heart rate racing. His other arm still wrapped around her leg; he tightened his hold with it and pulled her into him; enjoying his feast. He had his face buried into her; his lips, teeth, mouth and tongue all in – licking, biting, kissing, sucking… Her head was absolutely swimming at the rapidity of the amount of stimulation she was already feeling.

Kneeling how he was; she had no good access to his needs and like her; he was quickly reaching his point of climax. His antlers had branched out in twisting points; curling upwards. Desperate for relief; he pressed his hand holding her down further into her firmly, his claws creating more marks in her skin; giving her a non-verbal cue to stay…before releasing her. Finding himself with his free hand now; he palmed and pumped himself.

Adeline could feel her climax rushing in. Alastor had stopped his biting and sucking frenzy only to slide his tongue into her – deeply – before firmly curling and dragging it so that when it came out; it was licking her firmly from entrance to clit; back in again and starting all over.

A gush of her wetness filled his mouth at his next pass and he knew she was about to fall apart. Her thighs quivered and tightened around him; he bore himself deeper into her sex – his tongue twisting and writhing into her with such a penetrating force that when she came she screamed.

The sound of it sent him over the edge.

“Ah, fffffuck.” He growled; his hips jutted into the side of the bed; spraying cum onto the fabric and into the carpet.

They stayed where they were; her lying on the bed and him knelt on the floor – both trying to process what just happened in the last 180 – or so – seconds. They both were panting; shaking and sweating from the heightened urgency of the whole event.

Recovering, Alastor pulled himself up onto the bed. Angling himself so that his feet were facing opposite from hers; he laid beside her – both of them breathing heavily – shoulder to shoulder in opposing directions.

“That was….” Adeline breathed; unable to find the words.

“…hm, quite so.” He agreed; sighing. If there was anything from sex he truly enjoyed; it was this – the feeling of soaking in all the endorphins and chemicals the body released following a moment of intimacy. It wasn’t enough of a reward for him to want to continue anymore of these sorts of activities than he absolutely must; but right now – it didn’t suck.

Adeline shuddered beside him; still feeling prickling jolts of post-climaxing energy strike through her body.

“So…what do I get to do for you now? A deal’s a deal.” She asked him, nearly lost in a haze.

“Ah, yes…” He had drifted off; remembering. “A deal is a deal.” He laughed, lightly. Breathing in deeply; Alastor sat up and turned himself so that he was leaning over Adeline; his body still facing the opposite direction from hers.

“What I want, dear Adeline…” He breathed. “Is for you to tell me what’s got you so wound up this morning.”

“What?” Adeline asked him; completely caught of guard. “That’s not a sexual favor!”

“I don’t deal in sexual favors, darling. I’ve told you before, I find them distasteful.”

Adeline groaned.

“Again; you need to work on the specificity to your contractual terms. You said, -“

“I KNOW WHAT I FUCKING SAID!” She tantrum-ed.

He watched her, waiting - amused by her moody antics.

She groaned, exasperated. "The art gallery... there's something more to it than just that. There's a reason why I want you there with me..." She said; not sure how much she wanted to tell him yet.

"Would you prefer to tell me what this reason is now; save us both this...suspense?"

"...no."

"Then, I will wait." He told her, kissing her. “I am quite curious…”

“I’m more afraid of-“ She bit her lip; nervous. “Of how you might react.”

“Hm…make that incredibly curious.” His ears twitched; his interest piqued.

He could have done some digging - looking into what all this event was supposed to be but a part of him liked the idea of...delayed gratification. If anything; it brought entertainment.

"Sorry." She said. "That wasn't a very equally rewarding deal."

"Vague terms, vague answers." He shrugged; honestly, many deals he himself had made resulted in a similar fashion.

"Might I offer..." She turned over so she was faced toward him now; she scooted and leaning over she trailed a hand down his back. His tail waved at her, wagging briefly before she threaded her fingers through the soft strands. "Reciprocation."

He groaned; melting into the bed.

"You're such a little minx..." He hissed.

"You like it." She purred back at him.

He chuckled into the covers, pleasure engulfing him as she played and teased with his tail.

It wasn't long before he was hard again. He - reluctantly - shifted, changing positions to elevate the pressure he was placing on his erect penis. Adeline smoothly pushed him, crawling on top of him; facing away.

This was something new.

She slid herself over him; sinking herself low against his hips. He groaned at the sensation of finding a novel angle. His hips jerked. She arched her back, grinding into him firmly as she steadied herself by tightly gripping his thighs; sharply digging her own nails into his skin.

He gasped at the stimulation; his clawed hands finding her hips and guiding her into just the right rhythm and rotation he wanted. When she found it and maintained it for them, he slid a clawed hand across her back; the sharp points tracing stark red patterns across her delicate skin.

How beautiful she would be...cut open and bleeding; he imagined her reaction to the shock and pain of him slashing deeply into the muscles that ran along her back - she would have a moment of panic; a moment where she'd find herself in a state of flight - adrenaline and epinephrine flooding her system. He'd hear her lovely scream again and he'd surely come into her as he proceeded to rip her apart...

He stiffened; flinching, he pulled his hand away from her back. She had felt his response; interpreting it as meaning something very different, she ground herself harder into him; lifting and kneeling herself so that she was detrimenting his entire length with her tortuous movements.

He pushed the bloodlust aside; his fucked-up fantasy only bringing him closer to another glorious climax. He bent himself backward, pressing himself into the bed and arching his hips into her.

His tip and length had tightened and curved, with the arching of his hips he was pushing and rubbing against her in just the right place each time she lifted and dropped herself along his shaft. He felt her tightening around him; gripping his engorged and seeping member in her walls - pushing him into coming undone at the seams beneath her - with her.

She gripped his thigh tightly, gouging light red marks into his scarred skin. He bucked, feeling himself release; filling her with his seed. She cried out at the sharp jut; it shattering her completely. Climaxing, she shuddered; her body arching back. Her head was bent back, exposing the soft, delicate skin of her neck where it dipped to meet her shoulders to him. He imagined biting into her just there; lacerating vital vessels and tearing ligaments.

Again; he pushed the thought away, reaching for her and pulling her to him. He slid himself out as they collapsed together back onto the bed; drifting off together into a moment of serenity.

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Awhile later they were leaving the apartment together. The sky was overcast, a pleasantly warm June day in New Orleans. As promised; Alastor followed Adeline to whatever floral shop she wished to visit – he was dressed in jeans and T-shirt that now suited him in human form. When Adeline stepped out from the shop, holding the bouquet of sunflowers; he took her hand and they walked to the outskirts of town.

He kept her hand - entwined in his - the entire way to the cemetery; releasing her only when they approached the gate and he swung it open for her. She was surprised to find that thirty-one years really hadn’t changed the gravesite much; many of the headstones were left forgotten and neglected even then and hadn’t seen much attention since.

The old oak tree; still standing sentinel – stretched its branches further out, its crisp green leaves fluttering softly in the early summer breeze. Alastor stopped beside the headstone; he surprised Adeline by lowering himself down into the grass beside the grave; stretching out and sitting comfortably beneath wavering shadows filtering through branches that wound overhead.

She paused; still holding the flowers. Smiling, he nodded his head to the headstone. Remembering how he had placed his rose atop the arch of the stone years before; she placed the bouquet of sunflowers there. She stepped back and he reached for her; pulling her down beside him. Taking her hand in his again; he rubbed soothing circles into her skin at the back of her hand with his thumb. Closing his eyes; he breathed in the smells of a New Orlean summer; enjoying the pleasantness of the weather and the day. He hummed softly; Adeline did not recognize the melody.

Is this what he did? Every year when he came here? He just took the time to be….here…with her – with his memory of her. She must have meant more to him than…anything. Adeline felt hot tears spilling over; suddenly realizing she was crying. He really would stop bringing her if this is what she did every time she came here.

Adeline wanted to ask him, wanted to know: not just her name but what he called her, how she died, what she was like, what his father was like – or if he even knew… All questions she knew she would never be brave enough to ask.

Alastor opened his eyes; Adeline awkwardly wiping at her face with her free hand- embarrassed and feeling guilty that she was the one who was being sentimental. Still humming; he pulled her into him. Touching her gently, he brushed the tears from her cheek. Then taking her face in both of his hands, he turned her so that he might kiss her. His lips pressed against hers so…softly; nothing in it demanding anything more from her than what she was now…there with him. Her chest clenched painfully and he froze; almost flinching from her as he broke the kiss. Adeline starred at him.

“Excuse me,” He looked away from her; clearing his throat. “That was…very out of character of me…”

“S’okay…” She said, watching him. “It was very sweet of you.”

They were both quiet for a moment; an awkward silence settling between them.

“Did you want to be…alone?” She offered after some time.

“No. That is quite alright.” He said; looking back to the headstone; a small but soft smile on his face.

“Do you think we could-“ Adeline started to say then, “I mean, I know we’ve got plans tonight and everything but would you mind if we went somewhere for lunch? There’s a courtyard bar and kitchen in town I think you might like.” She suggested.

“I would be happy to.” He told her; standing up now. Then, as if he had remembered something, “Would you mind terribly if I…well, if I got more comfortable?”

“You know, you really don’t have to ask.” She told him.

“Manners…my dear.” Alastor shifted easily back into his radio demon form; dressed now in his traditional pinstripe suit, monocle and bowtie. He produced his microphone staff for good measure. Feeling more like himself; he twirled the staff with a flourish and led Adeline away from the cemetery.

Once they had worked their way back into town, Adeline took the lead. She had decided something after that…kiss…and she was now on the look-out for any hint of an opportunity. When they were only about 10 minutes away from the courtyard; Adeline found the perfect one. A girl she had volunteered with at a few events was sitting against the trunk of a tree in one of the small downtown parks, reading a novel.

Sighing, Adeline took a deep breath in. She could do this.

“Hey-um, Luc…” She stopped. “Do you mind waiting just one moment?” She asked him.

He had stopped with her; watching her – very curiously. His long ears were perked forward. “Not at all, darling.” His voice crackling radio.

“Ok.” She breathed again. “Just-just give me one second.” Checking to see that the girl was still absorbed in her reading and not observing Adeline having a conversation with what would look like to her to be…no one…Adeline purposefully crossed into the park and approached her.

“Hey, sorry-“ Adeline caught the girl’s attention. “Uh-Venessa, right?” She greeted.

“Oh um…” The girl closed the novel she was reading; clearly caught off guard by the stranger approaching her - who somehow knew her name. “Yeah…hi. Can I help you?” She asked; nervously.

“I’m sorry; you wouldn’t remember me. I volunteer with the local organizations sometimes and you and I helped with the tree planting for the nature reserve trail south of town. That was ages ago…but I recognized you and thought I might say ‘hi’! Those volunteer groups get so muddled, it’s hard to remember everyone.” Adeline explained.

“Oh…yeah.” Venessa recalled the activity she had described. “Yeah, I’m sorry I don’t remember you…but, you’re right; there gets to be a lot of people doing those sort of things.” She said; feeling much less nervous now.

“Yes, well, I saw you – remembered you – and I remembered talking to you about a courtyard kitchen that’s not far from here that you thought you might like.”

“Really? Huh…” Venessa racked her brain; trying to find any hint of memory to this supposed conversation.

“Anyway,” Adeline continued “It’s actually not too far from here: French Quarter, next to the old market. They have a pretty amazing lunch menu.”

“I might just have to check it out.” Venessa told her, obviously interested in the idea.

“You definitely should!” Adeline drove at the idea harder. “Hey, listen- I gotta go. It was nice seeing you again, let me know what you think of the place next time I see you. I’m sure I’ll bump into you again at another event!”

“Yeah, you too.” Venessa made a face at the awkward retort. “See ya.”

Adeline walked away; heading back to where Alastor stood – unashamedly starring at the whole interaction.

“Ok.” She told him. “We can keep going.”

Tweaking one ear off to the side; Alastor watched Adeline with a simmering interest.

“Well, that was rather…odd, of you.” He commented.

“Yes, well…either it will turn into something or it won’t.” Adeline said; talking to herself as much as him as she turned and led them away.

Alastor glanced back at Venessa – who had gone back to reading her novel beneath the tree – before turning and following Adeline.

Arriving to the establishment; Alastor excused himself for a visit to the restroom while Adeline found them a place to sit. Going into a stall; he shifted smoothly back into human form. He stepped out again; straightening and swiping at this T-shirt and jeans. He felt…agitated. The kiss he had shared with Adeline earlier – the kaleidoscope of emotions she was forcing on him was really becoming too much. He felt more disturbed by what had come over him - there in the graveyard - than any morbid fucking fantasy he might have…

Convulsively, Alastor washed his hands. Spending time in his demon form – though briefly – had helped. He felt things much more…intensely…in this form; felt much more vulnerable to Adeline’s influence. Today; he wouldn’t have much choice, but to endure the onslaught. He promised himself a good deal of hunting in the bayou – of blowing off more steam – once this evening was through.

Leaving the bathroom; Alastor found Adeline.

“I ordered you a Sazerac.” She told him, perusing her menu. “Though, I’m sure you’ll make it into whatever you’d like.”

“Actually, a Sazerac sounds just right. Not theirs, but mine, of course.” He confirmed.

Adeline looked up from her menu and her heart leapt.

Venessa was stepping into the open area of the courtyard; finding a seat to lunch alone.

It…worked.

Adeline hardly dared to believe it. She thought for sure she would have to make several attempts before something came of her efforts.

Alastor caught Adeline’s attentiveness; turning he looked and saw what held it.

…interesting.

Holding a menu, Venessa spent some time becoming acquainted with the offered choices. A waitress stopped briefly where she was sitting. Alastor’s incredible sense of hearing – even while in his human form - easily caught the conversation:

“Have you eaten here before?” The waitress asked, pleasantly.

“Actually, no. This is my first time.” Venessa told her honestly.

“Well, we’ve got-“ The waitress went on.

…very interesting.

Adeline had been watching Alastor but then she realized, sitting just tables away from them was another person she knew; another girl she knew – Jessica. Suddenly, everything fell into place.

Alastor was still watching Venessa with interest when Adeline left the table. Turning; he watched her approach another woman that was out to eat alone. Leaning back; he sipped at his Sazerac – sharply tuned in.

Adeline knew Jessica from other volunteer events they had spent time together doing. Knowing both girls; what Adeline knew collectively was this: both women were interested in pursuing careers involving work with animals. They both were in school studying Animal Sciences. Jessica was a secretary for the local club that participated in the rehabilitation of raptors - birds of prey - and she oversaw the orientation activities meant to find and recruit new members. Adeline was sure this was something Venessa would have a strong interest in.

“Hey.” Adeline gave a small wave as she approached Jessica’s table. “I’m Adeline. You probably don’t remember me…”

“Oh, hello.” Jessica said. “No, I’m sorry I don’t think so...”

“It’s ok. We’ve done some volunteer stuff…and well, you meet a lot of people at those things and it’s easy to forget names, faces.”

Jessica laughed. “Well, that’s the truth.”

“Sorry to bother you.” Adeline told her. “But, my friend over there – the girl who’s also sitting alone – I know that she’s in the same Animal Science program you mentioned at our last activity. You said something about your…raptor club. Not really my thing but I know that she’d be super interested! Her name is Venessa, if you wanted to mention something to her. I actually have to get out of here, otherwise I would introduce you but I promise; she’d love to know more about all of that.”

“Really?” Jessica asked her, glancing over to were Venessa was.

Adeline nodded. “Yeah, you should go say ‘hi’, tell her I sent you over.”

“Alright! Adeline, right? Hey, thanks!” Having not yet ordered; Jessica gathered her things and moved to head toward Venessa’s table.

Adeline turned away and worked her way back over to Alastor.

Alastor watched intently as Jessica made a purposeful approach to Venessa’s table. He expected her to stop – maybe midway – and suddenly forget what she was doing. But, Jessica walked right up to Venessa’s table.

“Hey. Sorry, you don’t know me…” Jessica faltered. “But, I think…I know you from somewhere? Are in the Animal Science program here in New Orleans?” She asked, suddenly unsure as to why she might know that.

“Hey, and yeah.” Venessa said. “Third year.”

“Me too.” Jessica said happily. “I do volunteer work for the local birds of prey organization; we’ve got a meeting later tonight if you have any interest in that sort of thing.” Jessica shrugged; really not knowing why she thought this girl would care.

“Seriously? Yeah, I’d love to check it out-“

Adeline was studying Alastor who was studying the entire interaction. Her palms were sweaty; her chest tight. She had no idea how he might react to this…development. Everything fell into place…perfectly. She couldn’t have orchestrated anything better if she had tried. Better she find out what his response was to this before she took him with her to the art gallery tonight.

“Oh, Adeline…” He sung her name to her, darkly. “Well, that certainly was…enlightening.” He grinned wickedly at her; turning around to face her now.

He realized what she was showing to him was something truly…incredible. She had managed to do it. She had found a way to influence others; make an impression, an impact…all things he had meant to keep from her; to keep her from ever obtaining on her own. She found a way to do it…and all without being remembered.

Alastor listened to Adeline as she explained. He had known about her participation in various volunteering activities; it was something she could regularly do with others without having to maintain constant recognition and she had hoped it would bring some balance to her own personal moral-dilemma in having to steal from others in order to create a living for herself...She told him how she had only truly just discovered the possibilities of what she could do just prior to the New Year...

"I can't influence everyone of course..." She told him. "I've definitely flubbed some interactions...but sometimes,” she glanced over to where Jessica and Venessa were now both spending their lunch together, happily chatting. "Sometimes things fall into place...and I never really know how much will result from an interaction I influence. Those two might never see each other again, they could become friends...Hell, they could become lovers, I don't know."

"Hmmm," Alastor saw what she meant. The two women were obviously connecting on some meaningful level with each other; what they would eventually become - if anything -was anyone's guess...

"Well, I suppose you've found yourself a cute little talent in some match-making." He commented with a smirk.

It...stung...but Adeline was relieved to find that he was choosing to be petty about the whole thing rather than choosing to be...disruptive.

She had had absolutely no idea to what his reaction to all this might be. She felt like she knew him better now...felt like she might have a guess...but in the actual, real scheme of things: she did not know. She only knew a very small part about him, of him...she knew he was something far more, beyond this earthly realm…: knowing he possessed and commanded a fair amount of power. What she didn't know was what lengths he might go to ensure he kept the upper hand in their...deal; in ensuring he kept that power he felt was owed to him. It was made very clear to her that she was never meant to have quite this much...potential.

The companionship he had offered to her...it was nice; and it had kept her sane but she knew very well that in the end...they were where they were now because of the choices she had made that night in the swamps. She promised him her soul: in exchange he gave her more time...bound by a contract; her soul currently in his possession to take once she was ready to give it up to him fully and completely. How long was he willing to play this game with her? She had found something more to what was already an unimaginable - unattainable- opportunity. She found something she had been searching for, seeking – desperately - this whole time...and now, having found it, she wouldn't relinquish her soul...not yet...and quite possibly - not ever. Not willingly at least…

She hadn't replied to his scathing comment; choosing to ignore it she watched the two girls - now sharing a laugh about something they were discussing - before returning her attention back to themselves and what the rest of the day may bring.

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Alastor had treated her to another remarkable Anniversary dinner before the event of the art gallery. Dressed in his brown pinstripe suit – in human form – he led her by the arm; her dressed in the fine green dress she had chosen earlier that day. Feeling nostalgic; he brought her back to the high-end restaurant they had spent their Anniversary the year before: dining finely and finding a chance to dance together through a few of the lively jazz numbers before it was time to attend the exhibition.

Adeline was feeling nervous again; she felt the sweat making her hands clammy, a persistent tightness in her throat. Alastor noted the spike in her anxiety as they entered the spacious setting and he remained sharply attentive to her. He guessed that there was something...more... she wanted to show him now. What that was, he hadn't the faintest idea. How irritating intriguing...

They had only just stepped into a room holding a large part to the collection when a sharply dressed gentleman paused momentarily, staring at Adeline.

Alastor, initially- thought little of the man's response. Adeline was exquisitely adorned in the lovely green dress he had provided her. Her long, beautiful brown hair was styled in an intricate fashion, strands curling and twisting - accenting her face and all of her natural beauty. Alastor - if anything - wondered at how she didn't get more of a gawking response. If he, himself, couldn't help the thought of pulling her away into some unholy moment of privacy...heaven help the poor souls that surrounded them.

The man, still looking at Adeline, excused himself from the group he had been conversing with and approached them, a look of....recognition...on his face.

Alastor stiffened; every part of him at full attention now as the man politely introduced himself to he and Adeline; asking her if he by chance...if he might know her from somewhere....? Alastor felt Adeline flinch beside him, her apprehension obvious.

"I'm sorry." She told him, "I don't believe so...but, I do have one of those faces." She laughed, lightly-shakily.

The gentleman; having the utmost manners, discussed with them briefly regarding the art surrounding the studio; conversing with them naturally before seeing himself away and back to his original group.

Alastor watched the man walking away; he felt Adeline fidgeting beside him.

"Oh...Adeline..." He hummed, softly to her. "What are you up to my dear?" His eyes, sharply on her.

"Let's go..." She told him, leading him further into the gallery.

There were more...looks. All kinds and all types of people pausing and stopping to give Adeline a glance of....familiarity. Alastor saw and noted each and every single one...his interest entirely piqued. No one else was so bold at to approach them – however - and soon, turning a corner they both stepped into a large and spacious room; holding the most prized and sought out works to be placed on display for the collection. Dead center -taking up an entire wall - was a beautifully crafted acrylic-and-oil French painting of...Adeline.

The painting was more than a little…suggestive. Adeline was painted – naked – in a breathtaking series of paintbrush strokes; an abstract done in a remarkable fashion. The lines of paint swept and hinted at the curvature and details to her elegant, and rather nude, body but what stood out vibrantly; in carefully placed details was her face – and the distinct series of seven freckles, forming a constellation across her skin.

Alastor had gone stock-still again, his back straight as a rod as he assessed the artwork; smiling. Adeline wasn't looking at the painting but at him...picking apart each minute detail, each sharp dart of the eyes, each quick and subtle movement of his hands or fingers, a very brief but notable twitch just below the lens of his spectacles on the right side.

Her tension was building. When it became too much she started talking.

"I found out it was coming here last month…A stranger recognized my face from it and told me it would be exhibited here. It's called Revenir and it’s painted by Monsieur Alro Miret". She explained. "He's a French artist that I met… while traveling. We were...". She gestured toward the painting; it was more than enough to imply the level of intimacy there had been.

"He...was struggling. He had a lot of barriers with...mental health. Insecurities, negativity, depression...He told me I was his "muse"... He stayed up one night: all night painting....this. When it was done...he had forgotten me but remembered the work he had had in completing the art. It brought him a sense of...fulfillment. He found his creativity – his positivity - again and he began to expound on his abilities. He's a very successful artist and this painting, is considered to be one of his very best works."

Alastor did not move; his eyes still locked on the painting.

"This...this is what I wanted to show you, Luc." She breathed. "This is my....potential."

Finally, his eyes found her; regarded her.

A smirking smile stretched across his face. "Our little miss Adeline LaRue..." He said softly. "Finding her way to make her mark on the world; playing with tortured artists to make her...impact. I'm impressed."

"That's not it." She told him. "That is not the reason."

Turning, he looked at her more directly now, giving him her full and undivided attention.

"This is my purpose." She told him. "My passion. I finally found it."

She was looking back at him with such strong conviction; he couldn't look away.

"I can help people. I can help others." She continued. "I can help people form interactions - connections that otherwise would never have existed. I can make an impression...I can help others find their purpose." She looked back to the painting; feeling the truth of it.

He startled her by erupting into a loud and raucous fit of laughter; others within the studio were stopping and turning toward them.

Adeline felt her face heating up; whether it was from embarrassment, anger or both...she couldn't decide. He was absolutely doubled over and cackling; unable to contain his mirth at realizing the full implications of what she was showing to him...realizing the true and absolute irony of it in everything.

She had found her passion; her true purpose in helping others find theirs - in finding their own ways of feeling like they've made an impact, an impression in their own lives - by finding their own truest possibilities and potentials - all while she remained alone and forgotten... To him. It was the purest form of entertainment. The world was a stage, after all...

"Oh....Adeline...dearest." He gasped between cackles, tapering down now. "You've impressed me - no, you’ve astounded me." He actually was gripping his chest; his laughter still shuddering through him. "Why, never before have I been so thoroughly entertained!"

"You're not...upset, are you?" She asked him, really wanting to know.

"Heaven's no." He chuckled. "It throws a rather nasty wrench into the mix for me, certainly. But, to see all of this...potential." His mouth was watering at the thought of it now...

"And... you're not jealous?" She decided to ask him, truly curious.

"Of what?" He asked her. He had collected himself entirely now - and wasn't understanding her question.

"Of..." She nodded to the suggestive artwork.

"Why would I be?" He asked her, perfectly honest. "I am well aware that you've had previous...relations, Adeline. Unless he was anything less than a gentleman toward you, I have absolutely no issue with it." He paused. "He...was a gentleman... wasn't he?" He asked her, serious now - a rather dark look passing across his face.

"Yes. He was." She said, assuring him.

"Then it's no matter to me, whatsoever." He shrugged.

"I wasn't sure...I was careful to make sure he wouldn't be attending this particular event.” She admitted.

"I'm sorry that you felt the need, my dear." Alastor told her.

"You never really gave me...a reason...to be worried." She explained. "I just didn't know how you would react to, well, to any of this."

"Hm, well, I suppose my next move does remain to be seen." He told her. "How I do enjoy a good game of chess, though." He laughed.

"You're not...mad?" She asked him, checking again.

"No, Adeline." He told her, looking at her through a heated gaze.

He was absolutely furious...

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Chapter 15

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#one piece #one piece fanart #croc guild #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #cross guild #with “later alligator” game in mind #gators kissing passionately #←second time using this tag #but now it's true #bughawk

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‘ 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭 . ’

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[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ you manage to impress the boys’ mysterious patron. pairing(s) ☽ steven grant/reader | marc spector/reader | jake lockley/reader word count ☾ 6.8k a/n ☽ ⤏ this took wayyy too long but it’s finally done! now i get to work on the fun pieces since plot is out of the way! the next one should be a chapter taking place between i and ii, featuring the immediate aftermath of steven returning home from cairo! :) ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⤎ ☥ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER [TBA] ☽

The first time Steven had met you, it had been strictly by happenstance.

The first time Marc had met you, officially, it had been an accident.

The first time Jake had met you, it had been an inevitability.

The first time you met Khonshu, it was somewhat (if not mostly) expected.

It wasn’t long after you moved in with the boys (a couple of weeks, maybe)—almost a full year after officially beginning to date all three of them. It started with you finding the little Djehuty statuette that Steven had gifted you from Cairo’s backstreet markets turned onto its side where you kept it on the bookshelf over your side of the bed one morning after Jake had already left to start his driving. You had righted it, figuring that it had been knocked over by the bed shifting during the night—sometimes the books fell over because the mattress was propped up right against the shelves, and…well, sometimes things were moved around. Passionately. (Ahem.) You hadn’t given it any further thought beyond that.

…Until it happened again the next morning, anyway. Then the morning after that. And while your relationship with the boys was by no means lacking, you knew for a fact that it wasn’t your (albeit frequent) evening exertions that were upsetting the figurine that consistently.

The fourth morning in a row, you stood at the foot of the bed with your arms folded over your chest and your fingers drumming over your mouth. Steven was rustling around in the bathroom getting ready for his shift at the museum, and when he emerged, still trying to tame his unruly curls, he raised an inquisitive brow at your puzzled expression. “What’s wrong, love?”

You pointed at the statuette. “Poor Thoth keeps getting knocked over. I’m trying to figure out what’s causing it.”

“You don’t think…” He gestured vaguely towards the bed, cheeks darkening as his voice quietened bashfully. “...you know.”

“That’s what I thought at first, too, but it’s been every night recently. You guys were wiped out last night, so...” Your brow furrowed as you looked up into the rafters. “The vents aren’t strong enough to blow it over.”

“Maybe it happens when we swap the driver’s seat. I do know we toss and turn quite a bit.” Steven stepped in behind you, curling himself around your back and hooking his chin over your shoulder to tuck his nose behind your ear. “We can move him if you’re worried he’ll break.”

“Yeah…that’s probably a good idea. I’d hate for his beak to get chipped off or something.” You twisted in Steven’s arms and leaned up into his chest to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He’d gotten away with not shaving again (much to Marc’s chagrin, you were certain), and you caught a whiff of his cologne on his collar as you hugged him tightly. “Let me know if you want to meet up for lunch.”

“Will do, love. Be careful going to class.” He kissed your forehead, lingering just long enough to tempt you to drag him back to bed. “Laters, gators.”

“In a while, crocodile.” You waved him out of the door, then set about getting dressed to head up to the campus. You crawled over the mattress to scoop up the figurine carefully into the cradle of your palm, running your fingertips over the fine, hand-carved glyphs in the base of the polished lapis lazuli. You set it in the windowsill overlooking Steven’s crowded desk amongst your plants, smiling as the sunlight poured over it and cast its silhouette across his papers.

You found it knocked over again when you came home from your classes.

You got there before Steven did, thankfully, with fresh ingredients in tow for supper. You didn’t even notice it until you had put the dish in the oven to bake and wandered past his desk to grab a quick shower. The fallen statuette caught your eye because it was lying prone on top of one of the books Steven had left open, languishing in a trajectory of direct descent from where you’d set it that morning. Almost as if…well. Was the idea so far-fetched?

You had your suspicions, although you had dismissed them as silly at first. Odd, inexplicable, borderline supernatural things had happened in the time since you’d first met Jake. After a week or so of all three personalities getting acquainted with each other, Marc had sat you down to explain their story—the full one, starting with the untimely death of his brother. All the pieces that you had been given or had gathered yourself before then had been woven together that night during the long stretches of silence Marc had to take to organize his thoughts and to compose himself. It took well past midnight to get through it all since dredging up bad memories wore on Marc’s (admittedly limited) emotional threshold in ways you deeply sympathized. Despite the utter bizarreness surrounding the latter half of his life, it all made sense. You had no reasons to doubt him after everything that you’d witnessed since you’d met Steven in the first place.

…Although, the concept of him having served a real life Ancient Egyptian deity had certainly been a tough wad to chew, if you were honest. What you had always considered simple characters in the (supposed) myths related to the Ancient Egyptian pantheon were, in actuality, alive and kicking—and still involved in humanity’s affairs, to an extent (some more than others, obviously). You’d had to reassess all the knowledge you’d learned about the culture, and a long discussion with Steven about such implications had carried throughout most of the next day.

(You had thought it strangely fitting, though, for them to be the avatar of the god of the moon. It suited them in ways you could not express with words…save, perhaps, that white was one of their best colors.)

You weren’t privy to the renegotiation of the terms for their agreement with said deity, since they did it one of the following nights while you slept, but they had told you that morning that they would continue to act as the Moon Knight when time allowed or if pressing situations—strictly local, as they weren’t keen on traveling anymore unless it was strictly necessary—occurred that the rest of the pantheon couldn’t handle. They had been firm in their boundaries, for which you were thankful; hearing about the manipulation that the god had utilized to ensure Marc’s cooperation had made you sick to your stomach, so knowing that they had settled on an exchange that was comfortable for all three of them was an immense relief.

Since then, they only spoke of him like one would their annoying and somewhat demanding boss. You knew that he was condescending, arrogant, and lofty. He complained almost constantly. Steven said he reminded him of a petulant child who never got his way. But, for all that, you still had no idea how Khonshu really was in person, or what he even looked like—and you suspected part of their arrangement might have had something to do with that.

You still blamed the lunar deity for the strong drafts through opened windows that would scatter your papers while you worked on your projects, the blown light bulbs when you stayed up late with the boys, and the eerie shadows, silhouettes, or noises which you witnessed in the middle of the night while suffering with your insomnia, however. You couldn’t see nor hear him like they could, evidently, but you’d figured out rather early on that it could not be a simple coincidence that you had only just started experiencing your first paranormal activities after they had revealed their direct involvement with a primordial, eldritch entity.

Based on how infantile all three of your boys had described him to be, it would not have surprised you one bit to find out that Khonshu was defacing the one monument in the apartment dedicated to another god—even if it was completely unintentional on your part and was only meant for decoration as a sentimental keepsake (though you’d wondered about Steven, being the sneaky little troublemaker he could be when pressed to react to things spitefully).

You took a lingering gander around the apartment from where you stood, squinting into the shadows, but found no signs of the potential otherworldly intruder. Not that he would make himself known to you, you were certain—why would such a superior being stoop so low as to make himself known to a lowly mortal like you, after all? Just because you were in a relationship with his avatar? You found that notion highly unlikely.

With a sigh, you took poor Djehuty and tucked him into one of the upper drawers of Steven’s desk amongst loose papers and things in hopes that he would see no more abuse and left the room to clean up before the boys got home.

Still. If he could be so petty as to knock over such an insignificant bit of merchandise, then you could only imagine what his goals were. To frighten you? You were more intimidated by the thought of him having one wrong interaction with the boys, not with you. You didn’t have as much to lose to his malicious tactics in mental warfare. You were troubled, sure—you’d never dare claim that you were totally sound—but you were acutely and worriedly aware of the fact that Marc’s system was still more precarious than you’d like to openly acknowledge.

They’d adjusted to each other for the most part. Consulting their therapist had helped immensely—to your great surprise, Jake had taken quite the liking to talking with her despite how closeted he’d acted with you at first. He’d fared better once he was exposed, forced to reveal himself, like you’d expected. Marc had been deeply suspicious and untrusting at first, but Steven had been the first to cross the gap to bridge mutual understanding between the three of them. They bickered endlessly, just like brothers, and now that they were fairly comfortable with each other you found it more endearing than anything. You were glad they were finally getting along…at least until another quibbling argument came up, anyway (although they were rarely serious, fortunately). They could treat each other with the silent treatment like nobody’s business; whoever caused the offense usually would come to you to try to remediate things, but you tried to stay out of their quarrels as tactfully as possible. (You knew it was healthy for them to work through their problems on their own, as their therapist had suggested to you once during one of your occasional requests for advice on how to handle them with care and respect rather than ignorance and disregard—but damn if it wasn’t hard to ignore their puppy-dog eyes.)

But they still had their bad days—everyone did, and with fewer issues and traumas to work through, too. Those were the days you worried about them most: when whoever was fronting was quiet—not from immature sulkiness, but from feeling melancholy about whatever was bothering them. Those were the nights that you guarded them jealously, holding them close and giving them all the extra love they would never readily admit that they needed nor wanted—all for fear that their own personal specter would come and haunt them at the most inopportune of times in his own avidity.

To your distress, it seemed that night would be one of those—you sensed it even before you laid eyes on the man wedging the door open and shuffling through the too-narrow gap he afforded himself. In the middle of divvying out the food onto plates, since he’d texted you when he’d reached the bus stop near the complex so you’d know it was him at the door, you’d glanced over your shoulder to confirm your unfortunate gut feeling.

Chin tucked against his clavicle, Steven went about toeing off his shoes and putting away his things as quietly as possible, almost as if he were afraid to draw your notice or to disturb you. He shed his jacket, shook it out, and hung it up without even looking in your direction.

“Steven,” you said gently, but even that low tone still made him jump and jerk to stare at you with rounded eyes. “Hey, I’m sorry. Are you okay, baby?”

And just like that, what little resolve he seemed to be clinging to crumpled like wet paper. He grabbed at his frazzled hair with both hands and hid his face behind his forearms, already startling to sniffle and shake, clearly overwhelmed and finally having reached the tipping point for the day.

You padded across the floor to him as quickly as you dared, taking care not to make any extra noise or sudden movements, recognizing his reaction and knowing that any sudden stimuli would only worsen his condition. You brushed your fingertips against his elbows to let him know you were there, lightly touched his shoulders with a soft, inquisitive hum. He lowered and opened his arms to make room for you, but he kept his head down until he could bury it into the crook of your neck with a miserable, warbly sound that rent your heart in two.

“Hey, darlin’,” you murmured, gently pulling him into a hug that he returned fiercely, like one would a life preserver. “It’s okay. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Y’didn’t,” he mumbled, scruffy lips brushing against your shoulder as his warm breath bloomed over your skin. “Just…had a day, yeah?”

“I’m sorry,” you sympathized. “Was the noise too much again?”

“Yeah. Kids were loud. Teens were louder. Ran into Donna when I was clockin’ out.”

Ah, hell. That always made everything ten times worse. That devil woman epitomized the mountainous stress Steven had felt when he thought he was losing his mind, so when he had the bad luck to bump into her—especially when he was overstimulated—brought a lot of that back to the forefront…to him and to you, both.

You remembered that fateful morning that he’d come to the bookstore seeking solace, how hard it had been to restrict your nigh unignorable concern for him in that state wandering off chasing a lead that sounded like it had been pulled straight out of a spy film, how badly it had upset you to see him so distressed and confused and frustrated—all right before he’d disappeared off the face of the planet for two of the longest weeks of your life and had faced a hell unlike anything you could ever possibly imagine.

“You don’t have to talk it out if you don’t want to,” you told him, reaching up with one hand to run your fingertips through the curls bordering the nape of his neck while the other rubbed circles between his shoulder blades. You rested your chin on his shoulder, too, feeling his rapid heartbeat against your breast with how tightly he was crowded against you. “You want to sit for a minute? Want me to turn some of the lights off?”

“No, I’m…I’m all right. Thank you, love.” He drew in a deep, shaky breath, fingers digging into your back, and released it slowly. “Might wash off first, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course,” you responded. “Do you need anything in the meantime? A cup of tea?”

He paused, hesitant. “...Chamomile?”

“On it.” You turned your head to press a chaste kiss beneath his ear. “You know that you can always ask me for anything. I don’t mind doing things for you.”

“So you’ve said.” Lots of times, actually, and yet he still didn’t quite seem to believe your generosity. You’d long since learned not to take offense by that incredulity, and he’d gotten much better about accepting it since you’d both admitted your feelings for each other—but he’d been mistreated and disregarded for so long that his old insecurities bubbled back up when he hit a low like this. “Still think I’m incredibly lucky to have you, love.”

“And I’m so very blessed to have you, darlin’.” You leaned back just enough to peer up at his tender, watery eyes through his unruly, tangled curls. Out of habit you reached up to comb them back, even though you both knew they wouldn’t stay there for long. “I switched out the wash, so your favorite sweats are dry. They’re in the top of the drawer.”

“Thank you,” he sighed, smiling softly. He reciprocated the kiss between your brows, lingering there as he subtly smelled your skin and the products perfuming it. “Want to pick somethin’ on the telly in the meantime?” Meaning he wouldn’t mind the noise.

“Sure. I’ll put your plate in the oven so it doesn’t get cold.” You leaned forward and up to catch him in a full, loving kiss before releasing him. “Don’t forget that it’s your treatment night.”

“Right.” He offered you another grin, slightly more relaxed and genuine. Marc and Jake were more fastidious and consistent about tending to their hair than Steven was, since he often needed reminders of what he needed to do to it and when, but you just considered it a part of your job to help keep them looking as gorgeous as ever. “See you in a mo’.”

“Take as long as you need,” you told him, but gave him a wink. “But not too long, or I might join you.”

That managed to coax a boyish little chuckle out of him, and your nerves dissipated for the most part. It didn’t seem like the sensory overload wasn’t as bad tonight as it had been in the past, thankfully. That he was willing to watch some TV was a good sign, although you were already thinking up some lower energy series or movies that wouldn’t push it (or him).

Steven always turned into a cuddle bug when he needed some quiet time, so you made the necessary preparations. You put the kettle on the stove, turned off most of the lights despite his gentle protest, and brought the blanket from the dryer to drape over the couch so you could wrap the both of you up in it. By the time you were getting his cuppa ready, he shuffled back into the main section of the apartment while rubbing his eyes.

“Not sure I can last a full film, love,” he mumbled as you herded him to the couch, setting him down with the blanket over his lap and placing the saucer and cup in his hands. “Somethin’ quick to get us through eatin’, maybe?”

“Sounds good to me. Some of our channels updated.” You bustled back into the kitchen to grab the food, then settled in next to him. “Are you feeling fashion history or archaeology?”

He hummed a bit into his tea, then set it down on the coffee table so he could dig in to the meal you’d prepared. “Fashion. That hand-stitching is so mesmerizin’.”

It also put him to sleep faster than any ASMR he’d ever tried at the peak of his supposed sleepwalking issues—he’d laughed at that realization once you’d introduced him to the genre, shaking his head all while fighting to keep his eyes open.

You leaned over to bump your shoulder against his affectionately as you grabbed the remote and began to scroll through the tabs. “Look, she’s made a Darcy shirt this time. I should make you one, too—course it would probably spend more time on the floor than on you, sadly.”

“All that hard work, just to catch dust,” he mused, eyes glittering with mirth. “I love you.”

“A shame, truly.” You pressed your cheek against his arm as you pressed play. “I love you, too, baby. We’ll hit the hay early tonight so you can recuperate better, okay? I’m tired, too.”

“Yeah.” He nuzzled the top of your head with a low, rumbling sigh of contentment. “Can’t argue with that.”

You forgot to bring up the statuette like you’d planned to.

You had always been a heavy sleeper by nature, growing up never having to share a bed and owning a room all to yourself. Perfect darkness and background noise usually in the form of the AC or thunderstorms on a noisemaker helped to lull you asleep since you were a bit of a chronic night owl. Once you succumbed, though, you slept like a corpse—or so you’d been told.

But when you’d moved in with the boys, you’d faced a long adjustment period. It didn’t help that they were relatively light sleepers—and while Marc struggled the most with night terrors, the others didn’t have an easy go of it, either. Insomnia reared its ugly head at times, and you always tried your best to stay up with them when their body couldn’t shut down, but—more often than not, unfortunately—you ended up drifting off despite your best of efforts. They didn’t seem to mind, though, and Steven had been the most vocal about it; he cited that it was soothing to have you there, even if you were “snoozin’ away,” because it gave them a reason to stay still. Whether you were holding them or vice versa, each one of them had confessed that having you there resting at their side helped them to relax to an extent, even if they didn’t end up catching a wink. You told them once that simply laying there with their eyes closed still gave their body much-needed time to decompress, and their restless frustration seemed to ease after that.

Thankfully your body had finally grown accustomed to sharing a bed with someone else since then—and your quality of rest had even improved by being so close to the men you loved.

Despite their mental struggles, you did wonder why they struggled as much as they did at times because they worked their collective ass off constantly. Two jobs to keep the bills paid plus occasional ventures out into the night at Khonshu’s behest meant that—when their schedules overlapped too frequently for too long—they’d get overloaded and thus severely fatigued faster than what made you comfortable. This often led into the mental breakdowns usually prompted by overstimulation and thus resulted in taxing them beyond what a single night’s rest could manage.

Poor Steven could barely keep his eyes awake once he fed himself full (and didn’t manage to eat the whole serving, either). He slipped off at some point during the meal, head falling to rest on your shoulder. You almost hadn’t the heart to rouse him again, even if it was to gently coax him to go brush his teeth and settle into bed while you put the dishes in the sink to be washed in the morning. By the time you turned out all the lights, cleaned yourself up, and climbed under the covers, Steven was adamantly futzing with his phone in a plain effort to remain awake—for your sake, likely.

“Want me to put that on the charger?” you asked softly as you crawled closer to him.

He glanced at you, eyes bleary, and nodded as he handed it to you. “Yeah. Thanks, love.”

“Of course.” You took it and twisted onto your side, fumbling for the cord and setting it on the shelf over your side of the bed. You then snuggled up to his side since he opened his arms to you. You maneuvered your pillow to cushion his bicep and you laid your temple there with a contented sigh, curling an arm over his chest and relaxing as his own coiled around you. You tipped your head to kiss his shoulder. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, poppet,” he mumbled, and with a quick peek you saw that his eyelids were already shut. “G’night.”

You smiled softly and stilled. “Good night, boys. See you in the morning.”

Steven hummed, an absentminded sound indicating how close he was to tipping. You weren’t terribly far behind him yourself.

It wasn’t until the faint flicker of a light against your eyelids in the other end of the apartment made you realize you’d dozed off.

You sluggishly lifted your head and blinked rapidly to clear your vision, squinting through the dim into the cavernous room. The bookshelves were arranged in such a way that the majority of the bedroom space was hidden away from the rest of the apartment, but through the narrow gaps between and above the rows upon rows of books you saw only darkness. The few beams of moonlight spilling through the windows offered little in the way of illumination.

You watched for a moment, confused and dazed and struggling to keep your eyes open. After at least half a minute of not seeing anything, you dropped your head back onto your pillow with a soft sigh. The man next to you snuffled in his sleep, tugging you a bit closer with an indistinct mumble. You closed your eyes with a low, flat hum.

Clack. Thump. Clack. Thump. Clack. Thump.

Your body jolted, neck straining as your head jerked back up. The surge of alarm that coursed through your bloodstream in an instant cleared more of the fog from your mind. You shivered as the temperature of the room seemed to dip. Frissons rocketed over your skin and caused every last hair to stand on end. You braced an elbow beneath you to sit up, apprehensive.

Was that…a silhouette in the dark, or were you seeing things?

The lights flickered again. A looming, eldritch specter cast a shadow over the bed in that split second of clarity that stung your eyes and caused them to water before the room was plunged once more into pitch black. You reached down on instinct, hand lighting on the arm still slung around your waist. Your voice emerged shaky and hoarse, terribly quiet. “Baby.”

Like the result of an incantation, the man lurched. You didn’t dare to tear your eyes away from the now empty space where you swore you had seen a ghost, but your pulse began to thrum in the pit of your throat as he stirred with a grumble. “...Wh’s’it?”

“Tell me I’m not seeing things,” you whispered, so softly that you almost didn’t hear it over the thundering in your ears—was that ringing simply tinnitus or something else?

“What’re you…talking about?” The hand at your abdomen cupped your belly, and you stole a glance down at the heavy-lidded eyes peering up at you bracketed by thick lashes. Marc looked confused, and you wondered at this being the one time that the body seemed to have relaxed enough to enter such a deep sleep…or whether they had simply been that tired.

“Marc,” you breathed, tipping your head forward. “I don’t know, but…I think…is it—?”

A cold chill made you shiver again, and this time you felt Marc’s body stiffen. His hand slipped up to your sternum, fingers spreading over your chest, flat and firm as though ready to pull you down with him. He was still struggling to wake up, you could tell, but the sharp crescents of the white of his sclerae against his umber irises cutting towards the same direction at which you’d been staring was telling enough.

You found yourself holding your breath as he watched for a long, tense moment. His arm flexed, ready to anchor you down. Then he let out a gruff, low huff and croaked, “...You’re not supposed to be here.”

You strained your ears and eyes, trying to pick out any indication of what—or whom—he spoke to, but now you only saw the bookshelves amongst the moonlight and the shadows.

“I don’t care. This was part of our agreement.”

You glanced back at him again in trepidation.

“No. It doesn’t matter. You know that you’re supposed to—” His jaw clicked shut, and you watched the tendon flex at his temple in agitation. He scowled. “You can’t be serious.”

“Marc,” you said softly, stomach twisting.

He squeezed his eyes shut, drew in a deep breath, and held it. You felt his fingertips drum in time over your shirt: one, two, three…then he exhaled slowly. Then he looked up at you. “Got to go, baby,” he murmured, and you saw that he could scarcely still keep his eyes open.

You stared at him for a long moment. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on. You frowned at him. “No.”

Marc’s brow softened just slightly as he pressed lightly on your chest. “Hey, it��s fine. Something came up. I’ve got a job to do. I’ve tried not to let it interfere so far, and nothing’s really happened, but there’s—”

“It is in the middle of the fucking night, Marc Spector,” you hissed. “It’s obvious that you’ve all had a day from hell, and you don’t need to be gallivanting across rooftops as exhausted as you are. It would benefit no one if you got hurt in the process, or slipped up and accidentally got someone innocent involved.”

“I know it’s not ideal,” he tried to soothe, tipping his chin up and relaxing his expression. “But it’s not just something that I can let slip by.”

“I think the fuck not,” you muttered, pushing his shoulder down as you sat up and faced the darkened interior of the flat. Your voice grew firm, echoing off the walls. “Khonshu?”

Marc tensed, his fingers coiling around your wrist as he opened his mouth, but you didn’t falter.

“Steven and Jake are working two different jobs to make ends meet since you don’t exactly offer any benefits,” you began tartly, “on top of taking many of their nights to follow you around…God knows where doing God knows what. They’ve had a long week to boot. I respect that you’re trying to keep us all safe in your own weird, misguided little way, but I’m sure putting away petty criminals can wait. If you don’t have a world-ending emergency queued up for them to solve, then I don’t want you to set foot near them again until the weekend is over. They need to get some damned sleep.”

Marc murmured your name, but he was obviously fading fast despite his persistence—a testament to their weariness. You smoothed your palm over the slope of his arm without looking away from the shadows stretched out across the hardwood floors. The eerie, anticipatory silence made you shiver again, the weight of the air in the room threatening to suffocate you.

Marc flinched under your touch at the same time that the lights flickered ominously. His eyes cracked open again—but just barely—and fixed on an otherwise empty portion of the room (closer to the bed, you noticed). His free hand curled into the sheets with whitened knuckles.

You had the distinct impression that someone was staring right at you. The prey-driven portion of your brain, the flight instinct, was screaming at you to cower and duck, hide and wait until the danger passed over. But this was the love of your damned life, and you would sooner die than back down to some dusty ancient deity who felt a little too entitled to the body he inadvertently shared with you, now. So you ground your jaw, held your ground, and trained your glare on the place Marc was watching with bated breath.

You swallowed thickly. “With all due respect,” you said, low and terse, “fuck right back off into the cosmos where you came from, Khonshu. Come back Monday night.”

Marc breathed your name, something like fear couched in his raspy tone.

You waited. No more lights, no more sounds. Then, like taking a breath of fresh air after being underwater, the pressure in the room lifted in a heartbeat—you swore that the temperature rose by several degrees. Your anxiety settled almost instantly, but you only let your guard down once Marc’s rigid frame loosened and sank back into the mattress.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled.

You released a heavy, shaky breath. “He’s gone?”

“Yeah. I didn’t think he’d—”

“I’m tired, honey.” You clamped a hand over your mouth as a yawn forcibly rent your jaw open. “We can talk about it in the morning.”

“Baby—”

“Marc,” you sighed, just a hint of a whine creeping into the edge of his name. “Please. Just go back to sleep.”

His hands guided you as you settled back down against his chest. He tugged the sheets up and over your shoulder, fingertips brushing the shell of your ear in so doing. He nuzzled into the nape of your neck and let out a sound of disbelief.

“What?” you mumbled, already fading fast after the unexpected adrenaline surge.

“...You didn’t have to do that,” he said softly. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” you returned dryly. “He’s not going to come into my damn house and jerk you around like you don’t belong to someone else.”

Marc’s sleepy chuckle was warm, low, and rumbled against your spine. “He won’t be happy about it.”

“He can go cry to pantheon HR or whatever the hell. I won’t let him walk all over you.”

“I think he’s learned that now.” He laid a gentle, lingering kiss below and behind your ear. “...I love you, baby.”

You leaned back to press the length of your body against his. “I love you, too.”

“I had an interesting conversation this morning, querida.”

You roused, mostly from the voice rumbling in your ear, but also from the lips skimming up the slope of your shoulder and neck. You shivered as the stubble scraped against your sensitive skin, fumbling with a heavy hand behind your head until your fingers wove their way into the meticulously gelled curls brushing the shell of your ear. The resulting sigh that shuddered over your warm flesh sent gooseflesh erupting over your skin.

“Mmm? With whom?” you mumbled, tilting your chin to allow him more room.

“El pájaro de la muerte,” Jake murmured.

Your eyes shot open and you leaned back enough to squint at him through the crust blurring your vision. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t meant to get you guys in trouble, I just wanted—”

“Ssh,” he chuckled, reaching over you to cup a hand around your cheek to draw you into a sweet, chaste kiss. “No one’s in trouble, least of all you or me.”

You frowned, wiping your eyes clean with your fingertips before resting your hand over his. “But…Khonshu isn’t upset?”

“Oh, no, he’s livid.” Jake’s eyes glittered with mischief.

You sat up slowly, glancing across the interior of the apartment with no small amount of trepidation. The tepid morning light steeped through the windows, providing lukewarm gray light that offered little warmth or illumination. So goulish silhouettes were to be seen, no haunting supernatural phenomena to be had.

“He’s not here—off pouting on top of a skyscraper all sulled up, more than likely.”

“I wasn’t trying to butt into your business. I know that it’s…complicated between you two.” Your lips thinned. “I just don’t like that he jerks you boys around, even after you talked things out with him and made an agreement. Supposedly. But I worry about Marc especially.”

“Oh, he knows by now that he’s stuck in here with us, not the other way around.” Jake flashed you a devilish grin and tapped his temple. “I made sure of that. Between Steven and I, he won’t give Marc any more trouble like he used to. That’s why I made it a point to talk to him this morning.”

You gave him a soft smile of relief. As far as he had come—as all of them had come—you still fretted. Needlessly, perhaps, but…well, it was one of your greatest talents.

But despite the fright it had given you, and the agitation you’d felt towards the deity (about whom you couldn’t decide was more realistic an option: that he simply felt he stood too far above you to reveal himself, or that he felt too uneasy to do so…had your bluff worked?), you had to admit to your curiosity—which had arguably piqued since you’d inadvertently interacted with him for the first time on a somewhat official basis.

“...What did he say about me?” you asked him with no small amount of trepidation.

“He said you have ‘too much audacity to contain in one frail mortal body’ and that you ‘would only bring trouble in your wake’. You royally pissed him off.”

Your brows furrowed in concern. “Then why do you look so smug?”

Jake’s grin broke out into a full, beaming smile. “Because I’ve never seen anyone able to get under his skin like that—not even the last guy. He didn’t stop talking about you the whole damn night, kept tossing around threats that he’d send you packing.” He laughed, then, a bright, boyish sound. “I think he likes you.”

“I…how on earth would you get that conclusion?” you questioned dubiously.

“Because I finally told him that you weren’t going anywhere,” Jake said plainly. “You’re our girl—you take care of us, make sure we stay running at top efficiency. If he wanted you gone, then he’d have to find a new avatar, too. He got real quiet after that.”

You shook your head. “...I still don’t see how that could possibly mean that he likes me.”

“Because he told me that you’d make a suitable replacement.” Jake’s eyes twinkled, belying the worry you might have felt knowing that Khonshu would ever consider you to be his ‘fist of vengeance’. “He used that as leverage against Marc while he was still married to Layla, but I’ve learned that Khonshu is very picky about who he chooses to be his fantoche. Only those he thinks have the most potential make the cut. We know better than we used to—you’d have to agree to his terms and conditions for that to happen, and you’re a smart enough cookie to call him on his bullshit, just like Layla did—just like you already have.” He stooped down and nuzzled into your neck, laughter still brimming from his belly. “I told him that he’s going soft.”

You couldn’t say that your peace of mind was any more alleviated than before, or that you understood completely, but as long as a literal ancient god wasn’t threatening the wellbeing of yourself or your lovers, then you supposed you shouldn’t press the issue.

“So…” you started tentatively, “does this mean I have his seal of approval?”

“Not that you needed it in the first place from a dusty old dirtbag like him,” he snorted, pulling back to eye you appreciatively, “but I’d say he likes your spit and vinegar. He did say he was surprised that you didn’t back down from him.”

“I didn’t even see him.” You raised a brow. “Did he really say that?”

“Basically. But the semantics don’t really matter.” Jake nudged your chin with the crook of his finger. His tone deepened. “You stood up to the god of vengeance without flinching once—for our sake. I’d say that you’re deserving of a reward after that.”

Heat crowded your cheeks as your body instinctively responded to the memory of that particular register. And even as he leaned in to pepper kisses along your mandible, fingers closing carefully around your throat to anchor you in place, your mind recalled the one detail that had consequently initiated your exasperation with their patron to start with.

“Will you ask him to stop knocking over the figurine that Steven got me in Cairo?” you complained, making him draw back slightly in surprise. “I don’t want him to break it, but if he does then he’s getting me a new one. It’s special to me.”

“It’s an image of another god,” Jake chuckled, lips curving as he returned his attention to your neck. “Of course he’d be jealous.”

“Jealous?!” you protested, hands falling onto his shoulders. “Why would he be jealous?”

“He’s used to commanding total devotion. Iconography not related to him is offensive.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as his lips found the tender place behind your ear once again. “That sounds like something Steven would say.”

“He did, actually.”

“Steven acted confused about it, though.”

Jake chuckled, wedging himself closer. His hand slipped to the middle of your back so he could leverage you back into the mattress. “Oh, he was, but you know him—he figured it out pretty quick.”

You gave him a dubious look. “Why didn’t he say anything? I was almost convinced I was going crazy.”

“He was being a smug little shit about it. He likes getting under Khonshu’s feathers.”

“He has feathers?”

“Not that I’ve seen—it’s figurative.” He snorted and kissed you. “Now hush and let me do my thing.”

“And here I thought you didn’t like referring to women as objects.”

Jake huffed a laugh and reached for the hem of your sleep shirt.

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dolce-cerise · 2 months ago

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I heard you have not been given a story yet… :]

🌄

Earth walked into the restaurant; her bright, silky pink dress was as beautiful as the gator remembered it; Just like on the day she proposed..

Monty had set up a loving date for the two of them. The first date they'd ever have in this new dimension. It was a change of pace, but certainly not one they were against. Moving dimensions was what they all had agreed on, and Monty didn't mind; So long as she was beside her beloved.

Monty looked up from the table, locking eyes with beautiful blue ones, as her fiance stood before her; Flowers in hand, and a warm, adoring smile on her face.

“Hope I'm not late?” Earth questioned, sitting on the other side of the table, offering the bright, red roses to the other.

“Oh-! No, you're fine, love,” Monty smiled, eyes softening. “I adore your dress, sweetheart. Wonder where I've seen it before?” She asked, winking playfully.

Earth giggled, blushing slightly. “Oh, you're so sweet-!”

“Only for you, Earth,” Monty replied softly, reaching a hand over to hers.

“Heheh! I love you,” Earth replied, eyes filled with warmth and love, as she accepted the hand; Holding it lovingly.

“Hm.. Thanks for the roses, Sugarplum.”

“Of course! Anything for you! Other than crimes,” Earth added cheekily.

“Pardoning crimes of passion, right? Wouldn't let me get stuck on the moon forever, would you?” Monty joked lightly.

“Hmm.. Maybe. Maybe..” Earth teased.

It was all in playfulness and fun, of course. Earth would never want her love to be hurt, as neither would Monty. But, sometimes the two couldn't help but joke around; No matter the night's sense of humor. It seemed that whenever the other was in the room with them; It was always brighter. More… Loving, and wholesome.

The two chatted on, occasionally stopping when waiters came forward, and to nibble on the restaurant's wonderful foods and delicacies. When time came to leave, Monty paid for the two, holding her love close by as she did so. Walking out of the restaurant, hand in hand; Earth gently pressed her head against the other's affectionately, earning a swift, adoring glance in return.

Together, the two ladies made their way to the park nearby; And sat on the soft grass; Close as ever. It was Earth's idea; Stargazing. Of course, the two hadn't done so often, so it was rather easy to convince the gator to do so.

“And look! That's the Big Dipper!” Earth gasped, eyes shining as she stared above. “Oh, the stars are so pretty-!”

Monty chuckled softly, before bringing a hand up to Earth's face, and cupping it gently, receiving the other's attention in turn. “You know… The stars are pretty. And bright. But nowhere near as beautiful and shining as you are..”

Earth listened to her love, her metal heart warming in awe and adoration, as she brought a hand up to Monty's. “Aww.. Thank you sweetie.. I love you..” She said softly.

Monty nodded quietly, a soft exhale leaving her mouth. “I love you, too, Earth..”

Earth smiled, then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss upon her lover's lips; To express her love. Monty didn't reject it. She would never. Earth was her world. She always would be..

Aww! This is adorable!

#monty x earth #earth x Monty #naturegolf #globalgolf #🌄 anon #I LOVE THIS SHIP

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henryxemilyforever · 9 months ago

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My TTTE ships and their kissing styles

Thomas x Ashima

Ashima is after all Indian and female so you've gotta bet she's a spicy kisser, especially when it comes to Thomas.

Edward x Molly

Soft and gentle like a lily. Sweet little pecks and slow sweet kisses.

Henry x Emily

For these two everything depends on the mood, but most often times they start slow and sweet and then they slowly delve into something a bit more passionate.

Gordon x Caitlin

Slow and sweet.

James x Rosie

I'll be a bit frank here. These two can get a bit steamy when it comes to kissing.

Percy x Gator

They are after all gay so basically your typical gay kissing would apply to them. I like to think of them kissing like how Alan Rickman and Norman Reedus did in that one scene in Dark Harbor.

Toby x Mavis

These two can be a bit playful when making out.

Duck x Oliver

The Great Western way of course!

Savannah (OC) x Rebecca

Sweet and gentle, yet lingering.

Diesel 10 x Lady

The spiciest, hottest kissing you can think of

Luke x Millie

French of course!

Boco x Daisy

Sweet pecks every so often, sometimes a little deeper if they feel up to it.

Kaidyn (Self insert OC) x Murdoch

Watch as their tongues and souls entwine.

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buckysgrace · 1 year ago

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14. Nothing Breaks Like A Heart

Part Fourteen of Every Little Thing!

Gator Tillman x Fem!OC

CW: Unprotected sex

Her hand hit something hard when she stretched out in the morning, her muscles sore and heart hollow. She blinked away the sleep from her eyes before she wiped at her face, then tiredly stretched out again until her back cracked and popped. She laid there for a moment, just staring at the ceiling as the exhaustion washed over her.

She slowly rolled over, untangling herself from Gator’s warm arms so she could face his sleeping form. She admired his peaceful expression, the way his pink lips were slightly parted as he slumbered. The sunlight danced off of his warm skin, erupting his hair into a golden light. He looked peaceful right now. She hated to try and wake him.

She let herself look for just a moment longer before she tore herself free and headed towards the bathroom. She made a mental note to remember to clean up Gator’s pile of clothes as she scrubbed her teeth clean, trying to ignore the look of guilt in her eyes. She didn’t want to linger on if it had been because of his words or how easily she had let him back into her life. All she knew was that she felt sick. Everything had suddenly rushed against her, crashing heavily onto her joints. She felt awful, wondered if Hugh would hate her if he found out.

Once she returned from brushing her teeth, she crawled back into bed and rolled onto her side. She faced the wall, not wanting to give up laying with Gator but she also didn’t want to give herself the satisfaction of looking at him. Nothing like this would be able to happen again. She felt so awful. She knew that if she went on she’d only end up hurting the both of them. She didn’t want that.

She did her best to act like she was sleeping once she felt him stirring. She quietly hoped that he would just leave. It would make things easier for the both of them. She wondered how they’d go on; if they would pretend that they didn’t know each other.

She chewed on her fingernails when she felt the bed shift, feeling even worse when she realized that Gator was truly leaving without a word. The bedroom door remained open, his footsteps echoing through the quiet house. She waited to hear the front door open and shut, but it never came.

It was only a few minutes later when Gator returned, shifting onto the mattress as he pressed his large hand against her hip. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to pretend that she was fast asleep before he turned her roughly onto her back.

She snapped her eyes open, feeling like she was in a trance as she stared up at warm hazel eyes. She could clearly see the green from the bright rays that danced across his skin. He leaned over her, his body warm as he moved his hand away from her hip.

He kissed her deeply, tasting of fresh mint and forbidden desires as he brought his large hand up against the curve of her cheek. She moved her lips against his just as passionately, desperately craving the feel of his mouth against her own. The drag of his lips tickled her insides, spread fire through her veins and weakened her knees. She was putty in his hands.

His hand moved further down her neck, drawing goosebumps along her skin as their kisses became fervent. Her nipples grew hard against her shirt as his fingertips brushed across her boobs. She moaned against his lips, exhaling harshly as he pressed his thumbs against her hardened buds.

He licked at her mouth, pressing the tip of his tongue against her own to lap away at her moans. She moved her tongue against his, licking slowly as his saliva fell into her parted lips. She twisted her fingers through the curls on the nape of his neck, letting her other hand explore the curve of his spine as she spread her legs further apart.

He pressed down against her, rocking his hips up against the back of her thigh. She gaped at the feeling of his hard cock, her stomach twisting in pleasure as she felt just how needy he was for her. She moved her hands to the hem of his shirt, breaking away their messy kiss in a quick means to remove his clothing.

She slowly pressed her hands on his shoulders, taking in the thick hair on his chest and the constellations of moles and freckles that decorated his tanned skin. She followed his happy trail, glanced over his soft tummy before she hooked her fingers through the pj bottoms and began to tug them down his hips.

He shifted in the bed, just enough for them to get his pants kicked off of his ankles. She bit back a little as he rolled over on top of her again, pushing her thighs up closer to her chest as he sank down on top of them. Her knees burned in this position, her boobs squishing against her thighs as he reached between their bodies.

She was silent, her mind fuzzy with the dire need to feel him once again. She momentarily thought about her guilt but quickly brushed that away. It could wait. She needed him. She always needed him.

She stared down at the way his long fingers wrapped around his thick girth, feeling a little jealous at the way he got to touch himself. Her fingertips burned, desperately wanting to feel his flesh against her own. She didn’t have to wait long as he moved his fat tip against her wet hole and slowly bullied himself inside of her cunt.

Her head fell back against the pillows, fingertips digging into his skin as she felt herself relaxing around his thick girth. He slid in easily, smoothly. Like he was a missing piece. His mouth parted in bliss, soft groans leaving his tongue.

He remained silent as he buried himself deep inside of her, other than the soft sounds of pleasures that fell from his lips. She moaned just the same, desperately needing to feel him as he squeezed his way into her tight walls. She felt her lips part in a silent cry, her eyebrows furrowing tightly together as she stared up at him.

He looked more than handsome above her, making her heart flutter at the way his eyes locked into hers. She lingered over his soft freckles, his delicate moles and the strong curve of his nose. His lips were parted, pink and slightly swollen.

He gripped a hold of her thighs tightly, squeezing her flesh as he dragged his cock in and out of her wet pussy. She held onto his strong shoulders, gasping each time the tip of his dick hit against her bundle of nerves. Her moans grew louder as she swore she saw stars.

He balanced on top of her, pressing his weight onto the back of her thighs and he slid her calves up over his shoulders. She crooned at the feeling; the stretch of her walls around his cock, the burning in her legs and how heavy his body felt over top of hers.

She inhaled, feeling like she was sucking him deeper inside of her as his face loomed over hers. He dipped his head a little low, his nose brushing against her own as his lips parted in awe. She stared at his mouth, loving how pink they were and the curve of them.

She craned her neck up towards him, taking her chance to brush her lips against his as he slowly bottomed out inside of her. Her kiss was slow, sultry and passionate as she moved her hands to his. She gripped a hold of him, linking their fingers together as he dragged his lips against her own.

It was slightly sloppy, wet as he moved his mouth against hers more frantically. She savored the taste of him against her mouth, the feel of his lips on her own as her cunt stretched out along the curve of his cock. It all felt too intense, too passionate as he began to lick the inside of her mouth.

She moaned, the sound vibrating across his lips as he slowly drew his hips back and then slammed back deeper inside of her. She gripped his hands harder, keeping herself balanced underneath him as her legs bobbed awkwardly in the air. He pressed down harder, squeezing the air from her lungs as he began to build a steady rhythm.

She cried out, her clit burning in pleasure as the sound of their flesh meeting bounced off the walls. She could feel her slick dripping down her body, coating the mattress as he rocked his cock deep against her bundle of nerves. It tickled the deepest spots inside of her, making her eyes roll back in awe as his own groans moved inside of her ears in a nice melody.

His forehead fell against hers, making her squirm in the tight position he had her placed into. She whined again, whimpering as his cock continually pressed deeper inside of her cunt. She breathed in his soft pants, her toes curling at the sensation of his cock driving deep inside of her.

He pressed his nose against her cheek again, tilting her face up towards his as he roughly connected their lips again. It was harder to kiss him this time as she felt like she couldn’t fully catch her breath from this position, but she did it anyway. She dragged her lips against his slowly, their kisses becoming more sensual despite the rough way that he was driving his cock into her wet pussy.

“Oh,” She mewled, her thighs twitching in awe as she shook underneath him. He had her trapped in a way that she was unable to pull closer, or push herself away. Not that she wanted her. Her body was twitching to feel more of him, her walls tight and wet as she squelched around his thick cock, “Gator. Oh my God.” She gaped, her head falling back into the pillows harshly as she dug her heels into his shoulder blades.

He groaned loudly, his sounds becoming rougher and more frantic as his eyebrows knit tightly together. She wanted to paint a picture of his expression, to forever remember what he looked like at this moment. She felt her stomach twisting, turning in lust and bliss at the way his cock curved deep inside of her.

She came with a cry, unprepared as she twitched underneath him. She squeezed his hands harshly, shutting her eyes tightly as she spasmed around him. Her face grew hot as the pleasure slammed into her, racing up her spine and down the curve of her legs.

Gator’s movements became deeper, more frantic as his balls slapped against her ass. She parted her lips as she whimpered, her mind fuzzy with the intensity of it all as he continued to chase his own high.

“Cum inside,” She surprised herself as she spoke, almost not recognizing her own desperate tone, “Cum inside me.” She pleaded, nodding her head to convince him as she looked up at him. She met his lustful eyes, her ears ringing at the broken groan that left his lips as he collapsed on top of her.

“Fuck,” He cursed, groaning deeply as he pressed deep inside of her cunt. He mewled, whining as his cum filled her sore walls. She moaned at the sensation, enjoying the way his cum filled her as his grip on her hands nearly made her flesh go numb, “Jesus, Daphne.” He sighed, his lips pressed against hers gently as they struggled to catch their breath.

He slowly pulled her legs off of his shoulders, making her legs cry in relief as she could once again bend and stretch them out. The sudden change of position made her pussy squelch again, causing her to turn her face in embarrassment as a soft chuckle left his lips.

His knees dug into the mattress as he moved his hands away from hers, slowly untangling their bodies as she continued to stare at the wall. She wondered how she was able to feel so guilty this morning, but then had no protests when Gator nudged her back in his direction.

He pulled himself from her leaky cunt, hissing softly as he was left exposed to the air. She flushed deeper, feeling their mixture drip from her hole before he pressed his thumb against her skin and pushed it back inside. She gulped as she felt her heart fluttering inside of her chest, understanding how risky this was.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbled as he rested his forehead against hers gently, their skin both sweaty and warm as they rested against each other, “I shouldn’t have said any of that.” He sighed softly, his nose brushing against her skin as she breathed in his minty scent.

“You didn’t mean any of it.” She said a second later, her heart still hammering against her bones as she stared up at him. She rubbed her fingers down the curve of his back, feeling a spark spreading through her arms at the sensation.

“I still shouldn’t have said it,” He breathed out as he pressed her hair out of her face, his eyes scanning her features slowly, “I love you.” She swore that her heart stopped completely before it restarted. She felt giddy inside, her pulse quickening as she nodded her head slowly.

She’d heard him tell her that before, but never like this. Not in such a passionate, deep way. Like he meant it. Like he really did love her, the way she was in love with him. She’d waited for so long to hear it.

“I love you too,” She told him softly as she held onto him tightly, afraid that she might lose him, “Don’t go. You can stay.” She said honestly, not wanting to see him go. She felt safe in this little bubble that they’d created. They could figure everything else out later.

“He’ll be back soon.” Gator pointed out, sighing deeply as he rolled off of her. He groaned, stretching his arms out above his head. She looked over at him, turning over as her eyes traced over his chest hair and then the moles that decorated his chest.

“I don’t care,” She breathed out gently, “We can figure this out.” She told him truthfully. She still felt awful over what she had done, but perhaps the hurt would be worth it if it meant that they could be with one another.

“You married him,” He told her gently, surprising her, “You belong to him, not me.” She felt her eyebrows furrowing in confusion at his words, wondering if he was truly going to make this be the end.

“You act like divorce isn’t an option.” She replied, although she felt guilty for thinking that way. Hugh would truly be alone if she left him, but she couldn’t pretend that she didn’t desire Gator. He was the one that she wanted. She felt guilty for tangling them into such a mess.

“There’s a lot to think about,” He mumbled as he played with her hair again, his expression turning unreadable, “I just need some space I think.” He said at last, making her heart ache as she stared up at him. She nodded her head despite how badly her chest was aching. He deserved time on his own. She’d gotten herself into this mess. She couldn’t be mad when he wasn’t fully ready to run off with her.

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She was screwed. Totally fucked. She’d dragged herself through a messy situation, tangled herself through Gator’s web once again. She couldn’t blame him as she fully knew that she had done it on her own accord.

She bounced her leg repeatedly against the floor, chewing on her nail before she brought her straw up towards her lip again. She embraced the strong feeling of the alcohol, not even caring that she couldn’t taste much of the strawberry flavor throughout it.

“So,” Daisy drew out slowly as she took a drink from her cadillac margarita, “You were cheating on Hugh with Gator-,” She repeated the story, her blue eyes glazed over as she thought of what Daphne had spent the past thirty minutes rambling about.

“Why don’t you say it a little louder?” Daphne flushed, glancing around the little restaurant to make sure that no one had heard her friend. That was all she needed.

“And then you had to rush the wedding to ensure that your boyfriend, who you don’t really know if you love, doesn’t get kicked out of the country?” Daisy questioned as she tilted her head, cocking her eyebrow like she was making sure she got all of the details right.

“I never said anything about not loving him.” Daphne mumbled in a way to defend herself, although she partially thought that she knew the truth to that question. She just wasn’t ready to face it, not yet.

“Your face did,” Daisy giggled softly, “You harlot.” She teased Daphne as she threw a piece of rice in her direction. Daphne ducked, shaking her head even though her face began to burn.

“Stop,” Daphne groaned as she covered her face, “What do I do?” She asked Daisy seriously, hoping that she would have some grand piece of advice that would get her out of this mess.

“I don’t think you’ll like my answer.” Daisy said seriously, making Daphne raise her head to look up at her curiously.

“I’m here for your advice.” She reminded her, cocking an eyebrow as she watched the amusement that filled Daisy’s eyes.

“I just don’t see why you need to stop seeing Gator even though you’re married,” Daisy said slowly as a smile spread across her lips, “I mean it’s kind of exciting, isn’t it?” She asked, giggling like it was funny.

“Daisy,” Daphne grumbled as she shook her head, “I’m being serious.” She whined, feeling frustrated at how Daisy was behaving. She needed a true answer, not something that Daisy could tease her about.

“So am I,” Daisy laughed in response, “I mean obviously both men bring something different to the table.” She shrugged her shoulders as she took another sip from her drink. Daphne closed her eyes, sure that she was going to lose her mind.

“I feel awful already,” Daphne admitted, “My stomach is all kinds of messed up. My pulse is constantly racing and I just feel so guilty. I’m an awful person.” She responded, feeling like she was close to tears as she held her hands down on the table. Daisy gave her a look that Daphne knew all too well. She sighed deeply, trying to keep herself composed.

“I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration,” Daisy shook her head, “Why do you want to be with Hugh?” She asked as she leaned forward, looking like she was trying to get all of the details down. Daphne thought about it for a moment. She didn’t want to admit that most of their relationship had been surrounded by her fear of being alone.

“He’s really kind to me,” Daphne said slowly, “He supports me. He doesn’t think my dreams are silly. I really do care for him. I wouldn’t have married him if I didn’t at least care.” She listed off a few things, then finished by defending herself once again.

“So,” Daisy grinned as she leaned forward, “What’s he like in bed? He’s very handsome. Very.” Daisy pointed out, referring to how Hugh definitely stuck out like a sore thumb in this town. He was too pretty.

“Yeah,” Daphne nodded her head as she chewed on her bottom lip, “He is handsome.” She chewed on her bottom lip, already picturing Gator’s face as she spoke aloud. She was smitten. She groaned again.

“I thought you were waiting for marriage?” Daisy looked at her curiously, her blonde strands falling against her shoulders as she sat back in her chair. Daphne licked her bottom lip, hiding the wince that she felt forming.

“We are,” Daphne reassured her, “I mean- we did.” She began to play with her hair, trying to keep her hands busy so she didn’t end up chewing on her fingers. Daisy sat forward again, nearly crushing Daphne with the table as she watched her in interest.

“So how was it?” She asked in excitement, her blue eyes wide as Daphne felt herself sinking further and further into the booth. She exhaled harshly.

“I didn’t realize he was fully inside so I told him he could go deeper,” Daphne started her horror story after she took a large gulp from her drink, “Oh and it was in the dark and awkward. I’m pretty sure I felt him get soft. And then he pretended to cum.” She spit out, gulping harshly. The whole ordeal lasted maybe two minutes, but it still left her with a sour feeling in her gut.

“Oh.” Daisy settled back in her seat, glancing around awkwardly like she wasn’t expecting it to be like that. Daphne hadn’t either. It was probably her own fault. She was so used to Gator, to the way that their bodies molded together that she had somehow thought it would be similar.

“Yeah,” Daphne muttered as she dragged her nail along the table, “So, that’s great.” She nodded her head as she tapped her fingertips against the table. She wondered if she’d have lousy sex for the last of her life.

“Everyone has awkward sex.” Daisy brushed her off, looking like she got her pep back as she sat crossed her legs in the booth. Daphne thought for a moment, remembering how Daisy spoke about how it took a while before her boyfriend, Kurt, was able to make her cum without help.

“Yeah but it’s like instead of turning him on, I was hitting the off button. He wouldn’t look at me and when he did, I swear I felt him just like filling with disgust.” Daphne rambled off again, hoping that Daisy would tell her that she was crazy.

“He’s a virgin, right?” Daisy asked as Daphne slowly nodded her head, “He probably just panicked then.” She shook her head, looking like Daphne had nothing to worry about.

“I wish it was that simple, but I don’t think it is.” Daphne mumbled as she began to chew on her finger this time. She knew what it was like to feel desirable. Gator made her that way. With Hugh, it felt completely different. She hoped that she was wrong.

“You’re too hard on yourself,” Daisy tried to brush Daphne’s worries off again, “Kurt has come really early before.” She reminded her friend, nodding her head eagerly like their relationship was a good example. Daphne knew that it wasn’t. Kurt worshiped the ground that Daisy walked on. Hugh was sweet, but he didn’t worship Daphne.

“I can take cumming early,” Daphne whined, “He got soft, faked an orgasm and then went to shower. Like, I’ve never been so embarrassed before.” She continued to whine as she covered her face over her hands again, shaking her head as she thought about it again. She had been so humiliated that she had turned over on her side and faked sleeping, then did her best to avoid Hugh the next day.

“Okay so do you still want to be with him?” Daisy asked her seriously, “I mean, Gator seems to make you happy. And not just because he has a nice dick, you have to think outside of sex.” Daisy pointed her fork at Daphne, but Daphne knew that sex was important to Daisy.

“Gator and I are complicated,” Daphne said softly, “I think I made too many mistakes for us to move forward.” She replied sadly, feeling her shoulders sag as she thought about how Gator had yet to speak to her again. She feared that this really was the end for them.

“It’s all your fault now?” Daisy looked at her confused, nearly scoffing as she stared at her. Daphne paused for a moment, thinking that a lot of it was her fault.

“No,” Daphne replied underneath her breath, “He’s done silly things too. I just- I don’t know. Some of the things he said the other day made me feel awful.” She admitted as she pressed her fingertips together. She still felt sick at the thought of being compared to Linda. She had never meant for it to be like that.

“He does get angry easily.” Daisy agreed softly, tilting her head like she was trying to read what Daphne was thinking.

“He does.”

“What does Hugh do when he’s mad?” Daisy asked instead, trying to switch the subject around again as Daphne inhaled deeply.

“Paint,” Daphne laughed softly, “All he does is paint. Sometimes it just-, it doesn’t feel like we’re really together, you know?” She asked Daisy, trying to figure out a way to explain it correctly. They got along, but they never really fought. It just always felt like there was something missing in their relationship.

“I think you’re overthinking the situation,” Daisy told her softly, “You just need to think about what you really want.” She told her gently, making Daphne feel like she really had a lot to think about. She felt like she already knew the answer and that Daisy knew it as well.

“Easier said than done,” Daphne mumbled, “But thank you.” She told her friend honestly, trying to figure out what was the right way to handle the situation. She knew that no matter what she did, someone would get hurt. It just depended on who and if she put her happiness first.

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