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sourbvgs · 1 year

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rdr2 boys reacting to you getting mauled by an animal

characters (not in order) arthur, john, sean, javier, hosea, dutch, kieran, charles

tags: gore/blood, different animals attacking reader, hurt/comfort, past abigail/john, crying, angst, near death experiences, broken bones

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arthur | snake bite

he wasn’t actually in camp when you got bit on watch

a snake had snuck up on you and bit your leg, and whilst the poison was drained quickly by hosea’s quick thinking, you were still in rough shape

arthur comes back, money in his bag, and he puts it into the cache before looking to hosea who’s calling for him.

“it’s y/n… she’s not doing too well. snake got her.” he’ll explain, and arthur is immediately by your side.

he sits beside you, massaging your leg, taking your temperature, getting you food- whatever you want he’ll get you

will 100% not leave camp until youre better.

as soon as you’re up and on your feet he’ll let you lend his book to learn about snakes and such so the same thing doesn’t happen twice.

he will quietly admit how worried he was and how he was sorry he wasn’t there to immediately aid you. you smile and assure him it’s okay, give him a kiss and get back to helping pearson.

will 100 percent get rid of any snakes near camp.

sean | wolf attack

the two of you are out camping after you begged him to take you up near ambarino to get some plants for your work

sean begrudgingly agrees, but is now regretting it.

it will soon by nighttime and the two of you are having to camp in the wilderness

he’s very uncharacteristically worried, keeping the fire low to prevent any animals seeing it.

you start assuring him that everything’s gonna be fine when a howl interrupts you.

sean’s tense, rifle ready as he listens.

surely enough, a wolf pack comes barrelling into your makeshift camp, and sean immediately shoots.

you scramble to grab your pistol from your bag, a stray wolf jumping you

it left you with a large bite upon your jugular and scratches along your body

sean notices your pained shouts and immediately shoots the oversized dog, luckily the rest don’t like their odds and retreat.

he’s immediately by your side, defensives still raises in case they come back.

“it’s okay, darlin’. i got you. fuck..-“

is panicking so hard

quickly composes himself and rips up his shirt, tying your wounds as he cradles you close.

“i’m so sorry, baby. i’m so sorry.” he’ll whisper, leaning his head to yours as you whimper in pain

with your meek instructions, he’ll make you something to ease the pain.

panics when you pass out, but let’s you sleep and keeps a close eye on your breathing

as soon as you’re back in camp, he gets strauss and susan to look at you, explaining what happened. doesn’t care if people give him slack for ‘not protecting you’, will fight them even.

holds you close out of fear of you getting attacked again. doesn’t let you leave camp without a rifle or a strong revolver anymore

john | gator attack

you had spotted little jack near the swamp water, and your heart lurches as a pair of slit eyes stare back at him

you immediately snatch him up, throwing him from the bank as the gator lunges

jack, as he would, starts to scream, and everyone comes running

there’s a thrash and blood in the water, yet luckily you had your knife on you and killed the gator

abigail holds her son close as the men jump in to help, specifically arthur, john and charles

when john realises it’s you his blood runs cold and he’s on the brink of tears.

you push them away, rising up and getting out of the water, clothes doused in swamp muck and blood

you’ve got a large bite shredding through your side as you stumble up onto the bank

hosea immediately gets you to a tent and the camp attends your wounds

abigail thanks you countless times for your selflessness and quick thinking, and jack gifts you a pinecone he found earlier on as a get well soon gift

john is the last one to visit your tent, a guilty, kicked puppy look in his brown eyes

you beckon him over softly, and he immediately sits beside you, holding your hand

tells you all sorts of shit like how “it should of been me” and how he’s sorry

you shut him down and kiss his knuckles, saying how you’d do it again in a heartbeat

gives you a kiss and, much like arthur, will not leave your side until you’re better, will bring you plenty of stuff; whatever you ask for he brings you

javier | cougar attack

he hears it before he sees it, and just as he turns your horse bucks you and your arms being mauled

he immediately jumps off of his own horse, shooting the cougar and pulling its carcass from you.

you’re crying, because let’s be honest anyone probably would, and he immediately crouches down, hugging you tightly

wraps his poncho around the bite on your wounded arm, kissing it to try and ease you

you got off lucky, and he knows it, stays more alert when you’re both out and about

when you get to camp, he won’t let anyone else aid you. he’s good with his hands, he knows how to stitch

bandages your wound too, he’d do anything for you.

you smile and kiss his cheek, explaining how you’re a little shaken but grateful that he insisted to come along with you.

on the plus side the pelt was amazing quality and he gets it made into a nice bedroll for your saddle <3

charles | gila monster bite

the two of you were taking a week to travel and gather information and supplies for the gang

you were stood gathering certain plants sprouting from the humid desert floor when charles hears your yell of pain

is immediately there, watching you shoot the lizard

“did it bite you?” he’ll ask, grasping your hand. “yes… fuck- i didn’t see it- i must of spooked it, i’m sorry.” you’re panicking, which is never good.

your hand is swelling and charles leaps into action, keeping you calm as he leads you back to the makeshift camp he was setting up, not caring how the tent was slumped and not put up properly, he’d deal with that later

you start to cry due to the burn and how sick you feel, and charles nods sympathetically, draining your hand carefully

gives you some medication and a self made medicinal mix to help you feel better

your fever doesn’t go down, and you’re tired, but you’re not vomiting, not trembling in anyway, and your hand is becoming calmer

let’s you rest, keeps an eye out for any other threats. keeps insisting mentally that you’ll be fine but hes very anxious

insists that you both go back to camp so that herr strauss could look at it and give you proper medicine, but he lets you rest first before riding out.

sorry dutch, but your health comes first to charles

kieran | coyote attack

he wasn’t actually there when it happened, no one was

you had stumbled into camp all bloody and bit and the poor boy doesn’t even know you’re back until abigail starts shouting for help

does not leave your side, is muttering under his breath that he can’t lose another love, how he refuses to let anything happen to you- it takes dutch and hosea giving him a talk to calm him down

doesn’t let you out of his sight, watches everyone closely as they tend to you

gently strokes your cheek as you whimper in pain, assuring you how you’re going to be okay and that you’re in good hands

as soon as you’re all patched up, he hugs you and insists that he’s coming with you next time you’re out

even if you resist his words, he’ll come with you anyway

definitely holds a grudge against coyotes after that absolute heart attack he had seeing you covered in blood

he’s not great with aim, so he won’t hunt them, but he definitely steers clear.

if you’re both riding together, this boys a merchant with horses and keeps them both calm until you’re both safe

hosea | bharati grizzly bear attack

both you and hosea know you’re an amazing hunter, so he brings you on a trip with arthur to hunt a big bear he had saw

you were excited, you loved hunting, especially with hosea

arthur seems pretty stoked too, happily following behind you both as you trot together

you help out, readying your rifle nearby when the battered bear charges suddenly

you pushed hosea out of the way, the bear’s teeth snags your arm, claws digging into your torso

as it goes for your throat, both hosea and arthur shoot it, causing it to retreat

hosea is swearing loudly, apologising to you profusely as he sits beside you, helping you up

hastily grabs some rags from arthur’s satchel, wrapping your deep wounds

he doesn’t take you back to camp, he takes you to an actual doctor asap as arthur insists on staying and hunting the behemoth of a bear

you meekly wish him luck, leaving with your anxious lover

he won’t stop apologising, explaining how he just froze due to fear, and that you should of just let him get jumped

“i’d never let you get attacked, love. we’re a team, remember?” you mutter, slouched into his back as your horse follows behind

he has the money, the bonds, he pays this doctor top dollar to get you into peak physical form

you both go back to camp later in the day, and arthur had come back already, no scratches, much to your relief

you tell everyone what had happened, finding some humour in the new story you could tell, much to hosea’s bruised ego

dutch | horse kick

you had offered to help brush the count, and foolishly, dutch agreed

just as you were about to brush the muck from the elegant horse’s feet, he kicked your arm sharply, breaking it

you yell, obviously, and dutch immediately swoops to your aid

“ah, see darlin’ i said to be careful.” he scolds, not realising your arm is literally broken

as the day goes on, you can’t use your arm at all, and dutch starts to feel bad, but doesn’t assume it’s broken

you go the whole damn day without telling anyone, working through the pain until you literally can’t move your hand and shamefully go to hosea

dutch feels terrible when hosea says you’ve most likely broken your arm, a large bruise where the count had kicked you evident on your skin

you’re out of action until you’re better, dutch will see to that, on the bright side, he sits beside you and reads to you so you don’t feel bad

susan makes you a sling, and you feel even worse, but dutch kisses you and all the shame melts away

makes sure you’re always careful around the count from now on, neither of you need any broken limbs

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yourfavoritewitchbitch · 13 days

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Badge Bunny Part V

Masterlist Here!

Summary: It all comes to a head with Roy. Will Gator let the sins off his past dictate his future or will he be the better man that he knows you deserve?

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

CW: Reader is referred to as "Bunny" or "Bun". Minimal use of Y/N. Canon type violence. Gun use. Gator is wounded - no graphic detail. Mild angst. Smut! Unprotected P in V. Creampie.

WC: 8.7K

“Something's going down at the ranch. I think Roy's finally lost his goddamn mind. Feds are headed over there.” Andy rushed out, breathless as if he'd run all the way here, face a little bloodied and bruised. He was still in uniform, though it was dirty and disheveled, sans his duty belt.

“Gator?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, gaze falling to the floor.

“He's been there all morning.”

“What's going on? And don't lie to me Andy.” Pushing your finger roughly into his chest.

“I want the full story. Not some half-truth bullshit.” Tired of sitting in the dark, you needed some answers.

You took him to the back so you could talk in private without the whole bar hearing about the sorted affair. They would all know soon enough. Small town gossip spreads like wildfire, especially if it involves the Tillman family in any way.

Roy had the entire ranch on lockdown. He'd somehow gotten wind of a traitor in his midst that was feeding information to the FBI.

Andy was an immediate suspect. After the entire incident with your kidnapping and sending those blood samples off despite Roy telling him not to, it had earned him a spot at the top of the man's shit list.

“They had me tied up in one of the sheds. If it weren't for Gator, I…” he swallowed thickly, as if he were reliving it all once again. “I don't know what Roy would have done. He showed me some tunnel on the back of the property. Helped me escape. I flagged down a car once I made it to the main road and had them bring me here.”

“Oh my God, Andy! Why didn't he come with you? What the fuck is he doing?” You groaned, swearing then and there if he made it out of this shit alive you were going to kill him.

“He told me to place a call to the feds and made me promise to make sure you stayed put. There's nothing else we can do.”

You stopped pacing back and forth looking at him with a dumbstruck expression.

“What? So, you are working with them?” Trying to wrap your head around everything that he was trying to tell you.

“No, Y/N. Gator is!”

Not even Roy could have seen it coming. Everyone pegged Gator as the Sheriff's idiot son. A fuck up so blinded by getting his father's approval that no one thought for a second he could have been the informant.

If Roy asked him to jump, he'd ask him how high but that all started to change a little over a year prior.

There was only one thing that would make him flip on the old man in a heartbeat.

You.

He'd asked you to trust him. Told you whatever happened it was for the best. Now you truly saw why. He was taking Roy down. It was his way out.

“Andy, how am I supposed to stay put when you know what Roy is capable of? If he even thinks for a second that it's Gator…” You trailed off. Taking a seat at the edge of Henry's desk to let the weight of it all sink in.

“I think he's got this. There's nothing else for Roy to do but surrender.” He tried to reassure you with a half-smile but you saw right through it.

You sighed, standing back up.

“Let me clean that cut up for you. It's the least I can do. You're a good friend to me and Gator.” You grabbed the first aid kit and went to work. It was deeper than you thought, probably needed a stitch or two but he was dead set on keeping the both of you here.

After Gator helped Andy find the underground passage, he made his way back to the main house where he knew Roy would be waiting.

He took a deep breath before entering. Knowing his part, he has to play it cool just until the feds get there. He gave Andy strict instructions to let them know what they were going to be up against.

The kitchen was left in shambles. Roy told Karen and the girls to leave before they finished breakfast. At least he seemed to care enough to spare them from some of what he had planned that day.

From that point on it had been madness. He'd called in what was essentially his calvary. A lot of armed idiots that had no business holding a gun.

Somehow, he'd gotten word the FBI was coming to raid him. Gator was still unsure of where it actually came from, but he knew Roy had friends in high places.

He wandered down the small hall that led to the back of the house where Roy's office was, the door sitting ajar.

He didn't bother knocking, pushing it further open and taking a step forward. Roy's eyes shot up as soon as the door opened.

“Gator, what are you doing here? I told you to watch the goddamn shed with Bowman.” He hissed out.

“Yeah, uh… Andy and Bowman are both gone. Shed's empty.” His gaze fell to the floor briefly before looking back to Roy.

“Gone? Both of them?” His face flashing confusion.

“Yup. Suppose Bowman moved him? Ya’ give him the order to execute or somethin’?” He asked, trying to draw his suspicion.

“Fuck.” He gritted out between clenched teeth getting up and coming around his desk. “I didn't give any kind of order. Get your ass out there. Tell everyone to start looking for them.”

“Yeah, course.” Gator turned, making his way back down the hall and out to the porch telling the rest of the guys to start looking.

He was sure it had given Andy enough time to get to the highway. No one knew about that escape hatch except himself, Roy and the other being Bowman, who was currently unconscious and tied up in said escape tunnel.

He set about pretending to help look for the two missing men hearing the sirens in the distance, breathing a small sigh of relief. It would all be over soon.

As Roy stepped out onto the porch, pulling his hat down tight upon his head the caravan of black SUVs made their way down the highway stopping at the front gate.

He had the entrance blocked by his armed cohorts.

“Well, here we go.” He said, looking over to Gator with a sinister smirk.

“Dad,” he said, sounding more like a frightened boy than the man he was trying to be, as Roy turned back to look at him. “No one has to get hurt. Ya’ could just… just give yourself up.”

“Give myself up? You do realize you're going to prison too, right? It's not just me going down at the end of all this.” He fixed him with a glare before turning and mounting his mare. “Shut the hell up and find those two idiots.”

He nodded, biting his lip as he watched him mosey toward them, taking a leisurely pace as if he was unbothered by the entire scene. Roy seemed to see it as more of a nuisance than any kind of real threat.

He couldn't tell what was being said, so he made himself scarce trying to bide his time.

The feds already had a plan in motion. Gator told them about the hatch and tunnels that would lead them to the back of the property. It would be easy access and they could take everyone from behind while they were still occupied with the front gates. They knew once they had Roy the rest would give up without their so-called fearless leader.

Gator made his way to the back of the property, meeting about 10 men dressed in SWAT gear along with FBI Agent Joaquin.

“He's in his office, but ugh… y’guys mind if I have a word with him before ya’ barge in there?” He asked.

“I think we can spare a few minutes. I can give you head start but if bullets start flying, hit the deck.” He waved Gator off turning back toward his team ready to give their orders.

He made his way back to the house, hitting his vape trying to steel his nerves.

This time the door was shut, so he quickly rapped his knuckles against the smooth wood.

“Yeah?” Roy grunted, as Gator popped into view.

“Son, what the hell is it this time?” He was exasperated dealing with him for the day.

“I need to talk to you. Man to man.” He stated, coming to stand in front of his desk. Roy finally looked from the window to face him.

“Well, spit it out.” He hissed.

“The feds are on their way, already on the ranch. Thought it would be better to hear it from me.” Roy watched him intently but stayed silent letting him continue.

“If you had just left her alone.” He looked him dead in the eye as he spoke. “You tried to take away the one thing that matters most to me.”

Roy had gravely miscalculated just how much you'd meant to his son. He saw you as nothing more than a bump in the road assuming that Gator would eventually get bored of his new, shiny plaything.

He was losing that grip on him little by little thinking his only way to get it back was to get rid of you.

The kidnapping had gone according to plan, just like Roy intended, until it didn't. Those idiots he'd hired had gotten greedy. Threatened to let you go if they didn't get more money but before he could take matters into his own hands Gator had found you.

The FBI had reached out months prior, it was only after that stunt that he finally placed the call that set everything into motion.

“So, that's it then? Turn your own father in over what? Some fuckin' whore. I should have fuckin’ killed you a long time ago. You're nothing but a sniveling worm. I'm ashamed to even call you my son.” He was seeing red, reaching for his gun.

Gator grabbed his own, before Roy had the chance to flinch. His words had no effect on him. He'd all but given up hope of ever winning his father's affections and praise. He didn't care anymore. He had you.

“Don't.” He aimed right at Roy's chest, finger on the trigger. He never wanted it to end this way.

Shouting down the hall pulled Gator's attention for a split second, as his eyes drifted from their target giving Roy enough time to get his hand around his own pistol.

Two shots rang out as the swat team swarmed the house.

“So, what should we do? How much longer do we just sit and wait?” You'd finally asked after thirty more agonizing minutes. You'd both made it back out to the bar, taking a booth in the corner.

Your knee was bouncing, unable to keep from chewing your nails and looking out the window every few seconds.

“He wants you to stay put. So, we'll stay put.” Taking another sip of his soda, watching you over the glass. “Don't even think about it.”

“What? I wasn't thinking about anything.” The way you glanced at your keys sitting next to you told him otherwise.

“Y/N.” He warned, with a glare.

“Fuck, fine.” You crossed your arms, continuing to look out the window with a huff. “I'm going to get a drink. You want a refill?” Asking as you got up.

You had your back toward the door when an SUV peeled into the parking lot. A woman with short, dark hair got out and made her way into the door.

“I'm looking for a Miss Y/L/N.” She announced, looking around the near desolate place as she removed her sunglasses.

You whipped around.

“Um, that's me.” Voice coming out meek. You knew she had to be FBI. You suddenly felt sick, preparing for the worst.

“I'm Agent Meyers. We need you to come with us please.” Her curt tone left no room for arguing as your eyes cut over to Andy. He got up and met you both.

“I'm Deputy Andy Tate. I'm the one that called you guys. You mind if I tag along?” He didn't want to let you out of his sight, even if they were supposed to be the good guys.

She looked him up and down before nodding.

“Sure, follow me.”

Agent Meyers wasn't much for small talk. She had explained you were needed but didn't go into detail. Apparently, it was a need-to-know basis, and you didn't need to know.

Your stomach was in knots as you watched the world pass by outside. Andy tried to soothe you, telling you it would all be okay, but every doubt was swirling within you.

As you pulled up to that familiar gate and picture-perfect farmhouse that was anything but, you saw they had people lined up and handcuffed on their knees against the fence.

They'd managed to round up and arrest everyone. As predicted, when they found out Roy was done, they all gave up without a fight.

There were two ambulances, one pulling off as you all pulled in the other parked directly in front of the house.

“Where is he?” You anxiously asked.

“He'll be over there.” You opened the door and shot out running before they had the chance to come to a stop.

“Hey!” Meyers yelled, but you didn't hesitate. You needed to see him. Needed to make sure he was okay, and your worst thoughts had not come to fruition; make it all tangible.

He finally came into view, sitting on a gurney at the back of the vehicle. His shirt was removed. They were bandaging up his shoulder as you shouted his name.

He turned, standing up as you slammed into his chest wrapping your arms around him as the tears began to flow.

He groaned with the impact, pain shooting through his shoulder and back, but he didn't care, wrapping his arm tight around you pulling you into him.

Roy had managed to shoot him in the left shoulder, while Gator's aim had been much more accurate. A shot straight into the gut. He'd been taken by the other ambulance for emergency surgery and then he'll be swept off straight to a federal prison halfway across the country.

“Gator… I …” You sniffed, looking up at him. “I thought…” Your hands roamed his chest, easing over his bandaged shoulder taking it all in. Cupping his cheeks, your thumb running under a slight bruise that was blooming under his eye.

He pressed your head back to his chest, kissing your temple.

“It's okay baby. I'm okay. We're okay.” His words soothing as they washed over you.

You just held each other for a few more minutes before someone cleared their throat from behind you.

“Sorry to break this little moment up but it's time to go.” Agent Meyers spoke.

Gator nodded, as you looked between the two of them.

“Bunny, look at me.” His eyes pierced yours as he spoke calmly.

“We’re going to be okay. But I have to go with them. There's a lot of shit I did, that I'm not proud of I still need to answer for.”

You knew what he meant. For all the good he did, there were still things he would have to pay for which still meant prison time.

“I'm proud of you.” You looked right into those soft, hazel eyes as you spoke. He looked so downtrodden, but you lifted his chin.

“I'm so proud of you baby!” You stood on the tips of your toes, smashing your lips to his. They were a little chapped but warm as you melted into him.

It suddenly crossed your mind this may be the last time you get to feel him for a while as his tongue grazes your bottom lip. Allowing him entry, you glide against one another so effortlessly it was easy to get lost in the moment.

You broke apart only to catch your breath. Whispered “I love yous” were spoken before he was handcuffed in front of you.

“Okay, Mr. Tillman.” Agent Meyers guided him to an SUV, sitting him in the back.

His eyes were filled with worry as they shut the door, mirroring your own. Andy sidled up beside you as they drove out of sight.

5 Months Later

“You don't have to keep coming every week.” The way it came out let you know he was tired but so were you. Tired of him acting like you were just going to give up and leave him to rot in a prison cell.

Since he'd helped the feds, they had given him a nice plea deal with a reduced sentence of 18 months. With good behavior, he might be out in 12.

It was the best he could have hoped for with all the involvement in Roy's dealings, but Gator had given them enough to send him away for the rest of his life.

It was still going to be agonizing but you wanted to be there for him every step of the way.

“Yes, I do. Who else is going to bring you these nasty cookies you love?” You teased. Packing another overnight bag for your 8-hour trek.

“Y’gonna make me fat, if ya keep bringin’ those.” He chuckles on the other end. “But seriously, if the drives gettin' to be too much, ya’ don't have to.”

“I don't have anything else to do. I know that sounds pathetic but it's true. All I do is work, and then come home. The only thing that's getting to be too much is how quiet the house is. I miss you.” You said it earnestly, sighing into the phone sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I'm sorry Bunny, if there had been another way…” he trailed off, sighing on his end as well.

“No. Don't start that. I am so damn proud of you, Gator Tillman!”

Of course, it was all over the front pages, but they left out the part where he had been an informant. Everyone assumed the very worst about him, just like Roy. But he was your hero.

If only you could see the grin that split his face any time you told him that. The way his eyes lit up. He had sought Roy's approval for so long, it felt refreshing to hear that he'd done something right from the one person who truly loves him for him. All the fuck ups, all the short comings he saw in himself that you never judged him for. You loved him. You were proud of him.

“I love you, be safe. I'll see ya’ tomorrow.” He had his one-minute warning come through the line.

“Ok baby. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you more!”

“Not possible.” He grinned again, as the line clicked dead.

He'd been sent to FCI Sandstone, a low security facility in Minnesota. It was a little over 8 hours from Lehigh. Thankfully Roy was sent halfway across the country to a maximum security facility so neither of you would ever have to cross his path again.

In the few months that he's been away, it's been a struggle. You were left on your own again, but you could breathe a sigh of relief. The entire town felt like a weight had been lifted. No one was looking over their shoulder fearing they might be on the bad side of Roy Tillman.

Andy was appointed interim Sheriff, since half the department went down with the raid. Andy and just a few others were left to pick up the pieces and start from scratch.

He was a good man. Gator made sure that he was never implemented in anything to do with Roy or himself. He was doing a great job, weeding out the few left behind and hiring new, upstanding deputies to help run things. There was no doubt he'd be running and win the upcoming election.

You had your routine down, leaving out every Tuesday afternoon after your shift. Hitting up the same motel halfway there. Waking up before dawn to go the rest of the way. Spending Wednesdays with him at the prison.

They'd give you one-hour allotments of visiting time. You'd been his only visitor.

You drive through the gates, flashing your smile and waving at the guards. They knew you by name at this point.

“Hey Bill!” You greeted the guard at the entrance.

“Hey, Y/N. Must be Wednesday.” He chuckled, waving you through the X-ray. You knew the routine. Tossing everything into the bin to go through, then yourself. Pat down examination and you were off to the designated visiting area.

You'd always sit at the table closest to the window, furthest away from the guards. It was quiet. No one bothered the two of you.

You sat the cookies in front of you. The one thing you had actually taken the time to learn how to make and you'd gotten good at it. He loved them.

You were staring out the window, when the buzzer went off alerting you to the door being opened.

He walked out, hands cuffed in front of him wearing that prison issued bright orange jumpsuit you were now so accustomed to seeing. His hair was never slicked back anymore, but he kept the cut the same. Soft brown locks hung down against his forehead.

He donned that crooked smile that made your heart melt as he made his way over to you.

“Hi baby.” He sat across from you extending his hands as the guard unlatched the cuffs. He rubbed his wrists before placing his hands to the table.

“Brought your favorite.” Shaking the Tupperware in front of you, then sliding it over.

They allowed some touching in the visitor's area but not enough. You longed to push the hair from his face and kiss those lips you've missed.

He took the lid off and immediately dove in, taking a cookie and humming around the sugary taste.

“I think these get better every time, Bun.” Finishing it before looking back at you, a crumb at the edge of his lip. You reached up, and brushed it away with your thumb, lingering just a moment.

“God, I miss you.” You whispered, dropping your hand as he reached across the table intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I'm right here, and hey, if I stay off the naughty list I get conjugal visits next month.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively making you laugh and roll your eyes fondly.

“As much as I would love for you to fuck me senseless, you know that's not what I mean.”

“I know, baby.” The grip on your hand becoming a little tighter.

You fell into an easy conversation. You always told him about what was happening since he left.

“Spoke with Andy. They're expecting and he's absolutely over the moon. They're still planning on getting married, but they're going to wait until after the baby.”

You were still talking but he was hung up on that first part. He felt like a failure all over again. That could be you and him. Happy. Engaged, maybe even married. But no. He was stuck here because of all the stupid choices he had made long before he'd met you. He knew he didn't deserve you.

You stopped talking when you noticed his crestfallen appearance. Eyes glossy, and pouty lips.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You shook his hand lightly. “I know that look. Don't.”

“It's just…” he began but you cut him off. He got like this from time to time.

“I know what you're thinking. Stop, ok. We'll get our happy ending once you get out of this place.” You smiled.

A happy ending. What you truly wouldn't give. You'd both been through too much to not see this through.

“Plus, I'm moving closer. I can get another job, another place to live. We don't have to go back to Lehigh. Nothing ties us to that place.”

“Bunny,” his gaze softened. He truly didn't deserve you.

“Nope. I know what you're going to say. I've already made up my mind.”

“Fine, just make sure to clean out the house good before you do. Attic too.” You looked at him with confusion, knowing you had never stored anything up there.

He simply smirked and winked at you.

“Um… ok weirdo. If you say so.” You eyed him warily. “I…”

“Tillman, times up!” The guard shouted, interrupting you.

“I’ll call you tomorrow to make sure you got in, sweet thing.” He said, winking before his hands were cuffed once more.

You watched as the guard led him away. It was always inevitable, but it didn't hurt any less each time.

It scratched at the back of your mind on the drive home. He was so adamant about checking the attic. It was going to bug you the entire way.

This time you wouldn't stop halfway to rest. Making the drive back to Lehigh in one go, making a few gas station runs but nothing more.

You got in late that night, feeling dead on your feet as you walked into the house throwing your bag on the couch making a beeline for the hall where the access to the attic through the ceiling lay.

You reached up, straining, barely grabbing the thin string but you were able to pull it down as it fell open with a creak.

You took the rickety steps one at a time, grabbing your phone to use as a flashlight. Your head popped up looking around but not immediately seeing anything. To your right, there was a duffle bag you didn't recognize but this must be what he was alluding to.

Your hand gripped the handle, it was fairly heavy, as you brought it back down slowly, placing it on the kitchen table.

Taking a deep breath, you tugged the zipper, gasping when the contents were finally revealed.

The bag was full of cash. More than you'd ever seen at one time in your life.

What you hadn't known is that Gator found that bag when he had rescued you, immediately recognizing it because it was the same one, he had seen at Roy's a few days before it all went down.

That was his turning point. The final nail in the coffin. If Roy could do this to you, there was really nothing he wasn't capable of.

The feds had been whispering in his ear for a few months. After you had broken it off that morning, that was his first call. Even if the future with you was uncertain, he had to keep you safe and taking Roy down was his only choice.

As the initial shock wore off you noticed an envelope sitting to the side.

You tore it open immediately to find a handwritten note.

Bunny,

I figured sooner or later you'd find this before I got out. Knowing you, you're ready to high tail it out of Lehigh and I don't blame you.

Get out of Lehigh, you deserve better than this. Better than me. I never understood why you stuck around, you're too good for me.

On the off chance you still love me, there's enough to get you by until I get out, if you want to wait for me. I understand if you don't. I'm writing this knowing what lays ahead of me.

I know you're going to be pissed, but I did it for us. For our future, if you'll have me. I know I should have done it sooner, and I'm kicking myself for writing it in a letter instead.

There's a velvet box hidden in my sock drawer, if you haven't found it already. I promise I'll ask you proper once I get out. I love you Y/N, more than anything.

Love, Gator

PS- Got your necklace fixed. Missed seeing it around your neck.

Tears began to stream down your face as you clutched the letter reading it over once more before your feet started carrying you toward the bedroom you once shared with him.

You hadn't touched any of his things since he'd been gone. So, you'd never happened upon the small velvet box he was referring to.

You shoved his socks out of he way until your fingertips brushed up against it. You hesitantly pulled it into view, holding it in your hand until you sat on the bed.

You were still crying as you lifted the edges. Your necklace slipped out, catching it before it hit your lap. It had been broken during the kidnapping but with everything that had gone on since you hadn't thought about it but were now grateful to see it again.

Your eyes roved over the ring that was held within. It was simple, modest by most standards, but it was perfect. You'd never expected this from him.

It was a thin, gold band with three diamonds. A center cut with two smaller ones flanking each side. You hesitantly lifted it from the box, sliding it down your ring finger and holding it up to examine it more closely, as it caught the light and sparkled with your movement.

Finally, you clasped the thin gold chain back around your neck, holding the delicate “G” between your fingertips once more.

You knew he'd be calling around noon the next day, expecting you to have stayed at the hotel overnight. You had an idea, not letting on that you'd found everything laid out for you, instead surprising him on your next visit.

It was bittersweet, packing up your things and getting ready to leave Lehigh. The first home you shared with someone you truly loved.

Since you'd let him know you were moving to Minnesota to be closer to him, it had been a whirlwind of emotions and planning. Your next weekly visit was tomorrow.

In a week's time you had already found a small apartment for rent not far from the prison that would be perfect until he was released so you started the packing process.

During your calls, you'd never let on about the duffle bag. He couldn't say anything, so there was no way he'd mention it over the phone which played to your advantage. Keep him waiting and wondering.

Today when you walked through the gates you were positively giddy. Not only were you surprising him, but this would be your first conjugal visit.

Unlike before, they led you to a small room in the back of the prison. It provided privacy with a small bed and seating area, a counter dividing the room in two.

You were instructed to sit. They'd bring him in.

Your knee was bouncing with anticipation at the thought of finally being able to touch him after 6 long months of waiting.

The feel of running your fingers through his hair, his arms wrapped around you in a warm embrace, vibrating at the thought.

You moved the container of cookies to the small table in front of you as the door swung open.

Gator stepped in, a wide grin splitting his face, as he walked further into the room. His eyes never left you, licking his lips as he turned his body toward the guard so they could unshackle him.

“Alright Tillman, you've got an hour. Just be dressed by the time I get back.” He nodded, “ma’am” leaving the two of you alone.

“Hey, sweet thing!” He rubbed his wrists, watching you ease up from your seat crossing the room, quickly advancing toward him, barely giving him enough time to move his hands out of the way before you pummeled into his chest throwing your arms around his waist pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

“Damn Bun! Miss me that bad?” Letting a small chuckle escape, circling his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

“You know I miss you!” Melting further into his chest. The fabric of his worn, orange jumpsuit scratched at your face, but you just buried it deeper, breathing him.

You held each other for a few moments before finally lifting your head. As your eyes met, he moved his warm, calloused palm to your cheek before he moved in letting his lips crash to yours, nose pressing into your cheek as he tilted his head pulling you further into him.

He immediately deepened it, hungry for more. His tongue darts out, licking at your lower lip as you part your mouth for him. You hummed at the taste of him, almost making you weak in the knees and rushing a spark to your core.

You finally broke apart, panting as your foreheads came to rest together.

“It would have been a yes, you know.” You whispered. “You should have just asked a long time ago.”

His brows knit with confusion as he pulled away to look down at you, his eye catching the glint of gold around your neck immediately cluing him in to what you meant as his gaze softened, and a lopsided grin returned to his face.

“Yeah? That so?” He reached for your left hand, pulling it into view. The ring was situated on your hand perfectly. “So, you still want to be with me?”

“Of course I want to be with you! I love you, you idiot! And you absolutely are asking me properly once you get out of here!” You giggled as he lifted you excitedly, peppering kisses all over your face as you tried to squirm away from the sudden onslaught of affection.

“So, does that mean I'm fuckin' my fiancé today?” Setting your feet back on the ground.

“God, is that all you're worried about?” Rolling your eyes, slapping at his chest.

“No. But Bun, I'm dyin’ here. It's been six fuckin' months.” He suddenly pressed his hips into you, his already hard length pushing into your lower stomach.

“Sure you haven't fallen for your burly bunkmate? I know it can get really lonely in here.” You laughed, as he groaned.

“Real cute, Bunny.” He was walking you back as he spoke, suddenly lifting you up on the small counter stepping between your legs and crashing his lips to yours once more.

The kiss turned more heated as you both tilted your heads, melting into each other as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him further into you by the collar.

He began to trail lower, kisses to your jaw to that little spot below your ear that has you releasing a breathy moan that instantly has his cock twitching between you.

“Oh fuck, I've missed those sounds.” He hissed out, helping you shed your jacket letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor reattaching his lips to you, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck.

Your fingers trailed up his chest finding the zipper on the orange jumpsuit you've come to loath, slipping it down as he let you pull it from his shoulders, letting it fall open to his waist. He wore a plain white shirt underneath, fisting the material in your hands as he pulled your hips closer to the edge of the counter.

His hands drifted under the fabric of your top, sending goosebumps across your flesh, as they roamed higher. Raising your arms to let him discard it alongside your jacket.

He's quick to drift to the clasp of your bra, undoing it with ease, letting the fabric fall away from your chest as his large palms engulf your soft flesh, kneading it a little roughly only spurring that now prominent ache between your legs when his thumbs graze over your nipples causing your back to arch further into his touch.

“Oh fuck, baby!” You moan out, gripping the bottom of his shirt trying to pull it up. You were needy. It felt like a lifetime since you'd been able to give him so much affection. Feel his warmth, skin to skin, lips skimming over your soft flesh. Reacquainting with each other's bodies.

Once his shirt was discarded, his hands traced your curves sending a shiver through you.

Your eyes caught the scar on his shoulder that hadn't been there before. A harsh reminder of what he's had to go through.

He follows your eyes, as your fingertips trace over the bit of gnarled, dark flesh.

“I would take a million more as long as I knew you were safe.” Whispering between you.

“I know you would. I just wish you didn't have to. I love you.” Whispering back, moving forward to place a kiss there before placing another to his lips that quickly turned heated once again.

You pushed at the jumpsuit, he helped you discard it and toe off his shoes as you worked quickly on your jeans.

Once his attention came back to you, he helped you lift your hips and slide them down your legs. His hands were immediately back to you, roaming any of your exposed flesh he could reach.

He took a moment, pressing his lips to your forehead, hand to your jaw.

“I've missed you so fuckin’ much Bunny. I love you.” Leaning his forehead to yours, closing your eyes, feeling the warmth of his palm to your cheek.

“I've missed you too.” Whispering as he captured your lips once more, less rushed. His lips glide across yours, tongue ghosting along your bottom lip begging for entry as you parted them. Tongues moving against one another in a slow, passionate dance.

He closed the small gap, as you wrapped your legs back around him. His clothed length pressing into your core as your hips seemed to move on their own accord grinding down against him, catching your clit on the downward movement eliciting breathy moans from both of you.

His hand slips between you, finding the damp spot on your panties, pressing the pad of his thumb into the soaked fabric.

“Bunny, you're so wet. All this f’me? Fuck, I'm a lucky bastard.” He hissed out, finding the edge of your underwear pulling them to the side and letting his fingertip trace your slit before pushing at your aching entrance only breaching slightly, making your hips chase his hand for friction. He trailed up, finding your swollen clit as the pad of his thumb swiped deftly before pulling away. The band of your panties snapping back into place.

“You wanna move… this over t’the… bed?” He rushed out between pants and feverish kisses.

“Please.” You manage to get out before he's gripping your ass, hauling you up and over across the small room without his mouth ever leaving yours.

His knees find the small bed and tosses you down. The springs are a little hard and unforgiving squeaking under your weight with a small bounce that makes you giggle all the same as you lean back to stare up at him.

He's long and lean, looking a little more toned than you remember. Boxers doing nothing to hide his raging erection. His hard cock straining against the fabric, now eye level with you.

You reach up, tracing a finger down the length of him, leaving him gaping and throwing his head back.

“Fuck, I need you.” He hisses out, as you gingerly reach up pulling his boxers down his toned legs, finally releasing him. His length bobs against his abdomen, standing at full attention. Your cunt clinches at the thought of getting him inside of you. Never satiated properly for the last six months you were aching.

He didn't miss the way your thighs rubbed together as he looked down at you, as you took him in your hand, bringing your lips to his soft, ruddy tip, placing a soft kiss there before shifting your head as you ran your tongue up his entire length.

“Oh fuck, baby.” He pulled your chin up to look at him, as you smirked. “Hey sweet thing, as much as I would love to have your mouth, I need your pussy.” The end came out as almost a growl as he began to ease you back onto the bed, his fingertips grabbing at your panties as he practically ripped them from your legs as you heard an audible rip but you didn't mind as he tossed them somewhere across the room.

Crawling between your thighs, parting to accommodate him eagerly. His thick chest hair rough against your nipples, as he presses himself to you taking his length at the base, suddenly running it up your soaked folds making you moan out and arch further closing any gap between you.

“That's it baby. Need it as much as I do, huh?” He hummed, bumping your clit on the way up that made you whine as he captured your lips once more, lining himself up as his head catches your dripping hole.

Your hands grip at his back, running your fingers through the short locks at the nape of his neck pulling the strands when he pushes himself in an inch more.

The toys at home could never fill you the way he could with his thick, long cock. It began to sting as he pushed further. A moan caught in your throat, as your head hit the back of the bed, mouth going slack at the feeling.

“Goddamn, Bunny. You're so… mmmph…. Fuckin' tight.” He grits out, face turning soft once he looks up to notice your brows pinched tight.

“Hey, Bunny. Relax f'me, baby.” He coos, cradling your jaw, thumb rubbing soothingly under your bottom lip.

“I'm relaxed, you're just a lot, baby.” You finally say, opening your eyes gazing into his lust blown irises, nearly black save for the thin mossy ring around the outer edge.

“Yeah?” Lopsided grin returning. “Too much for that tight little cunt?” Not letting you answer before finally burying himself completely as your nails dig into his back with a near pornographic moan escaping your lips only spurring him on.

He slowly pulls out, feeling your walls stretch and flutter around him before quickly plunging back in, feeling impossibly deeper before rocking his hips into yours at a brutal pace.

The stretch and sting slowly subsides giving way to pleasure as he pushes in and out, a fresh wave of arousal soaking you both. You can't suppress the filthy moans falling past your lips.

“That's it baby, let them know how good I'm fuckin' MY pussy. Ya’ don't have to be quiet in here.” He continues roughly pushing his hips into yours as you gasp and writhe beneath him. The sounds of your slick as he drives into with each thrust would have you blushing, but you were too wrapped up in the feel of him to care.

The way your walls were sucking him in and pulsing around his cock, like you were made just for him, was enough to make him cum right then and there.

“Mmmph, Gator you feel so… g-good.” Managing to squeak out, the head of his cock continually massages that spot on your frontal wall with ease.

“Missed this pussy so fuckin' much. Been dreamin’ about the day I could… fuck… cum in her again.” His thrusts get more urgent, as your pussy flutters around him once more.

“Yeah, Bunny? Want my cum? Stuff you full until you can't take anymore?” You whimper at his words, that coil within you winding tighter with each in and out motion working you both toward your high.

He nips at the soft skin at your bared throat, gaining your attention.

“Huh, bunny?”

Barely able to think or speak at this point, you nod at his question knowing he wants an answer. He moves his mouth higher, taking your bottom lip between his, sucking lightly before letting it go with a slight pop. He loved you like this. Too cock drunk to speak and about to fall apart only for him.

He moves his hand between you, expertly finding your clit, as he begins rubbing circles against you working in tandem with his thrusts bringing you closer to the edge. Your back arched off the bed, crying out.

“Fuck! Don't stop!” You huffed out.

“Wouldn't dream of it, sweet thing. Need you t’cum f’me. Gonna leave you so full I'll be leaking out of ya’ for days.” Another whimper slipped out, just as that coil began to snap.

You didn't have time to warn him before your pussy clamped down around him.

“Oh fuck! There she is.” He hissed out, taking his hand from you so he could pound you into oblivion, chasing his own release while working you through yours.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, sure they were drawing blood at this point from the grip you had on him. Your orgasm hit so hard that your toes curled as sparks flew behind your eyelids.

A few more thrusts and he follows behind you, his dick throbbing and kicking up inside of your tight channel as his balls tightened, painting your walls with his spend. He continued to fuck it into you, cursing and panting before collapsing onto your chest.

“Oh fuck Bunny. Goddamn, I missed you.” It came a little muffled, his lips pressed up against you where his head lay in the crook of your neck.

“I missed you too, baby.” You hummed, as he finally pulled his softening cock from you, laying on his side, so you could be face to face kissing the tip of your nose and pulling you close.

“You're an idiot, if you thought I was going to run. We've come too far to give up now.” You whispered, with warm affection and brushing his hair softly from his forehead before leaning in for a kiss before you were so rudely interrupted with a loud knock.

“10 minutes Tillman!” The guard shouted through the door.

“Fuck.” He hissed, leaning his forehead to yours. “That went by too fast.”

“Yeah, it did.” You giggled, kissing his cheek, sitting up.

“Hey,” grasping your hand, once more looking at the ring on your hand. “I’m sorry ya’ fell in love with such a fuck up.”

“I'm not. You're a good man, Gator Tillman. You just needed a push in the right direction. No one ever thought you were a fuck up except Roy and look where he is.” You placed your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

You finally pulled away to get up and get dressed, as he followed suit knowing your time was dwindling.

“You better grab a cookie, while you still can.” Pulling your shirt back over your head.

“Bun, I got my sugar fix.” Grabbing you from behind, pulling you back into his chest, kissing your cheek as you melted into his touch. “Just needed my sweet thing.”

The door swung open, jarring you both from a few moments of bliss.

“Thank God your dressed.” The guard sighed and laughed as you both rolled your eyes.

You faced him quickly, stealing away one more kiss.

“I'll be back next week.” Smiling softly.

“I know, baby.”

You watched him go, winking at you before he walked out the door.

The next few weeks were a blur, seemingly going by in the blink of an eye.

You had said your goodbyes in Lehigh. Henry throwing you a small going away party for the hell of it. There were a few tears and lots of well wishes. Of course, Maggie made you promise to keep in touch.

You could have easily used the money that Gator had supplied for the next couple of months, but you didn't see a reason to waste it all. Using it more for a nest egg for the both of you.

Finding a job wasn't difficult. Every bar or diner usually had a high turnover, easily securing a waitressing job at a diner not far from your apartment.

Life went on for the next few months. Seeing Gator weekly, phone calls every other day to get you by.

As it drew closer to his incarceration hitting the one-year mark, you became anxious. The parole board would be looking at a possible early release and you had hoped the feds would put a good word in for him, but it wasn't a given.

“So, by this time next week we'll know if you're finally a free man?” Phone pressed to your ear, sitting on a wooden crate by the dumpster out behind the diner.

“Yup. Warden told me yesterday that the parlor board was already reviewing the case.” He sounded hopeful but you weren't convinced.

“That’s great baby.” Voice coming out a little weak, ready for all of this to just be over and done with.

“Cheer up, Bunny. I have a feelin’ it'll all work out.”

You hoped he was right. Never failing to believe what came out of his mouth. He had a way of sounding so sure of everything.

The day of the hearing, you sat by the phone practically chewing your nails down to the quick. Busying yourself with whatever would distract you, but it wasn't working, as you found yourself glancing at the nearby clock every few minutes the closer it drew to noon when the hearing would begin.

You knew it may be a while before you would hear from him, but anticipation and anxiety were getting the better of you.

12:15, 12:30, 12:45

Still no word. It felt like torture, every agonizing second drawn out.

Suddenly that familiar number popped up, quickly pressing that green button with frenzied energy.

“This is a call from Sandstone Correctional Institute. To accept this call from Gator Tillman please press 1.”

You held your breath as it connected him over.

“Bunny?” His almost breathless voice came through the line.

“Hey, baby. I'm here.” You rushed out, heart pounding in your chest.

“I'm coming home.”

Home. Such a funny notion to him now.

He didn't think of the house on the ranch or even Lehigh. He only pictured you. Your kind smile that captivated him the first time he laid eyes on you. That unruly mouth that could knock him down a peg but was heaven all the same. He loved everything about you.

The only person that had ever made him feel truly loved.

He was coming home to you.

Processing was completed and 48 hours later you were sitting outside the prison gate, leaning against your car.

The loud buzz signaling the gate opening grabbed your attention as he strolled out. That cocky demeanor was still intact, dick first, head held high; smirking when he spotted you across the lot already running toward him.

You jumped straight into his open arms, being fully enveloped by him burying your head into his chest. It was like you could finally breathe for the first time in months.

“It's finally over?” You spoke timidly, holding tight as if he might be wrenched from your grasp.

“It's over.” A simple but all-encompassing answer; both free to live the lives you want.

“So, where to handsome?” Starting the car and looking over to him.

“Well, I thought we could make a stopover in Scandia.”

You quirked an eyebrow his way.

“Uh… My sister, Nadine, well Dot reached out to me a couple of days ago. Thought we might swing by.” He smiled and shrugged.

“You have a sister?”

“Yeah. Well, she was also my stepmom. Long story.” He chuckled.

“Gator, what the hell?” Rushing out with a look of abject horror on your face.

“Bunny, it's not what you think. I can tell you all about it on the way. She's expecting us for supper.” He leaned over, kissing your cheek.

“God, your family is more fucked up than I thought.” Pulling out of your spot and getting onto the highway.

He grasped your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Yeah, but you still agreed to marry me.” He grinned.

“I haven't agreed to shit. You still have to ask.” Giving him a smirk in return but admiring the ring proudly situated on your left hand. You wouldn't trade him for the world.

You'd gone through literal hell, and you weren't about to let him go now. It didn't matter where the two of you ended up as long as you were together.

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muldermuse · 28 days

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two sinners reader forcing gator to have a skincare session after fucking

(inspired by the tiktoks of people doing skincare of their blue collar boyfs which I LOVE)

youre sat in his lap after riding him on your sofa. your bodies warm and sticky against the other. gators eyes are screwed shut, trying not to get hard again as he feels you slightly moving with his spent cock in you

“babe, y’gotta stop moving i cant fuckin’ get hard again”

“the bags under your eyes are really bad y’know and your skin looks dull…are you using that moisturiser i got you?” your fingers are on his face, examining the dark circles and blemishes on his pale skin

he hurts as he tries to push your hands away from his face, “m’not using that fuckin’ shit”. your hips rotate slowly with his hardening cock still inside you, gator bites his lip from oversensitivity

his firm hands settle on your ass, aiding your movement against him. “let’s do a lil spa session before you go home”, you give him your best doe eyes and press soft kisses against his neck as he grumbles excuses.

he lazily thrusts up into you, his nails gripping into the fat of your ass. “i gotta get home in 45 baby, we don’t have enough time”

you kiss him deeply before pulling off him. gator groans and you giggle, telling him that it’s more than enough time.

NEXT THING. he has a fluffy headband on to keep his hair out of his face as you apply a pink clay face to his face. you’re rubbing a bubblegum flavoured lip gum against his chapped lips, instructing him how to move his lips together. as you rub a cocoa butter hand cream over his dry hands and up his forearms, he RELUCTANTLY mutters that he wants to do this again

#two sinners works #gator fargo #gator tillman smut #gator tillman #gator tillman x f!reader #gator tillman x you #gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman x y/n #gator tillman fanfiction #fargofx #fargoedit #fargo spoilers #fargo #fargo season 5 #fargo fx #fargo s5

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joshlmbrt · 4 months

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request for gator tillman fic 🥺

Okay, so… imagine reader being Roy’s new gf or wife but then reader and Gator star seeing each other secretly and both of them fall in love with each other … ?

I’ll Protect You. ( g. tillman x reader )

【𝜗𝜚 warnings; if you don’t like gator - gator, r & roy are married so BIG age gap, not canon - besides roy being a not so nice man - making sly remarks, grabbing r and slapping, might end with a m^rder! this one is sort of long.

【𝜗𝜚 an; this request is…. crazy. HOW DID YOUR MIND COME UP WITH THIS WONDERFUL SCENARIO?!!! thank you for this, and i hope this is what you wanted.

FARGO, NORTH DAKOTA. 2021.

AUGUST.

“I told you we’d be back before 5.” You flinch, almost burning your arm on the iron. You sit it down on the table and turn.

“I-I’m sorry,” Your cheeks turn pink in embarrassment. “I was. . . the washing machine tore up and-and I had too-”

He raises his hand to silence you. Gator shakes his head, eyes casting downward to the floor. Roy’s boots scuff their way towards you. His hand reaches out, grabbing your jaw.

“I told you. . .” He lifts his brows, tilting his head down a bit more. You nod in his hold the best you could. “Get dinner ready. Now. Worry about this later.”

You nod again, the feeling of his fingers leaving your cheeks make you almost sigh in relief. You decide against it.

With both Tillman’s stares on your back, you make your way into the kitchen.

The two steaks you had left out was finally thaw enough to cook. You turn on the oven, before grabbing some potatoes. You turn on the water, grabbing a knife and a potato.

Sadly, Roy liked mashed potatoes - or anything that could be - homemade. Not from the box. It only made you feel anxious, glancing at the time.

“Need any help?” The voice makes you flinch - again.

“Uh, no. No, thanks.”

His boots don’t scruff the floor as much as Roy’s does. “Are you sure? I could cut up the-"

“I got it,” You snap, looking over at the boy who was your age. “I’m fine. I don’t need help.”

His brows lift, eyes glancing down at your hands over the sink. “You sure?”

Your eyes narrow at him before quickly looking down. The water in the sink was pink going down the drain, some blood dripping from your fingertip.

You drop the knife, placing your finger under the water. Gator sighs and steps closer, pulling your finger out from under the water.

“You’re careless.”

“I’m not careless,” You grumble, wincing as the cold water it’s the cut again. “You were distracting me.”

He smirks a bit, stepping over to the china cabinet and grabbing a first aid kit from one of the drawers. “Distracted you, huh?”

You stay quiet, pursing your lips and grab the rag that was hanging beside the sink, wrapping it around your finger. He steps back, clicking his tongue and grabbing your wrist gently and pulling the rag from it. “You don’t wanna do that,” He mutters. “Germs.”

You watch as he wraps a band-aid around the cut. The pad of his thumb rubs over your palm.

“What happened here?” He tilts his head. There’s a small scar where he traces over.

“A nail caught my skin,” You huff a bit. “I was careless then.”

He smirks, eyes peeking up at you. You smile a bit, eyes peeking up at him as well. Being this close to Gator, you could see the specks of brown in his green eyes, the way his pupils dilate. The curve of his cupid bow and how pink and plush his lips were.

There was a beginning of stubble beginning to grow above his lips and he smelt like Mnt. Dew and his blueberry vape juice that he always seems to go back too.

“Is dinner ready?” You yank your hand away, taking a big step back from the boy - your husband’s son.

“She got sliced on the finger,” Gator clears his throat, hand feeling at the small bar in the pocket of his pants. “But she’s gonna get it done, right?”

You nod quickly, pushing some hair back. “Sorry, Roy.”

He hums and steps closer, squeezing your shoulder a bit. “Of course, Darlin’. . .” Your eyes close, letting out a small sigh when his lips meet your temple. “Just have it done before bedtime. . . Hopefully you’re not too slow to understand that.”

Your lips tug into a frown, his hand leaving your shoulder as he turns and makes his way towards the refrigerator.

You open your eyes, peeking over your shoulder. Gator meets your eyes, smoke blowing out of his mouth.

A hand meets the back of his head. “How many times have I told you not to smoke in the house, boy? Go out to the barn.”

Gator lets out a huff, the remainder of smoke releasing down past his mouth. He then stands from the table.

“Dinner should be done in 30 minutes.” You call out before he exits the home.

He glances back at you, nodding, before stepping outside into the blazing sun.

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OCTOBER.

It was odd - snow in the middle of October - it also made it harder to do what you needed in the barn.

And the repercussions of that was Roy’s strong grip.

“I told you to feed the horses,” His voice was calm - even. His calm voice was more scary than his yelling. “And what do I come home too? Horses are unfed, the stables aren’t clean, and you haven’t even started the pot roast I wanted.”

Your jaw clenches. You’re trying your best to hold in the tears. “I. . . I was about to put it in. I just got caught up in cleaning the bath-” The sound of slapping echos throughout the room. Your hand quickly presses to your stinging cheek.

“I thought the young ones would’ve been perfect. . . Fast, pretty, smart,” He huffs out a laugh as if it was a joke. “Turns out they lied.” You flinch hearing him spit on the floor by your foot. “Clean that up while you’re at it.” He snarls, turning and making his way out the back door. It slams behind him, your shoulders tensing.

You stare down at the spit, brows furrowing together as your eyes close a sob coming out of your mouth. Your hand quickly covers your lips, your shoulders shaking as you try to cry as silently as you could.

A hand slides up your back, resting between your shoulder blades. “Hey,” Gator whispers. “You okay?”

You shake your head, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand. He frowns, pulling you close, his eyes landing on the door to be on the look out.

His hand rubs comforting circles on your back. “It’s okay. I’m sorry,” He whispers, his lips land on your hairline. The smell of strawberries enters his nose. Your hair gets tangled between his fingers. “I’ll help you. . .”

You pull away, releasing a shuddering breath. “Help me what?”

“Leave,” He nods. Your lips part. “You don’t deserve to be put through this.” He shakes his head, thumb wiping the tear that falls from your eye.

“But-”

“No but’s. I’m going to help you,” His eyes dart back to the back door before looking back at you. “I’ll leave too.” He whispers. His fingertips trace the red mark.

“We’ll leave together.”

ও

NOVEMBER.

THANKSGIVING.

You feel a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you into a bedroom.

“Gator, what are you-” He places a finger against his lips, eyes peeking over your head at the closed door.

“I know a way to get out of here,” He whispers. “Just… Do as your told.” You nod a bit.

“What. . . What are you going to do?”

“Don’t worry about it,” He tucks some hair behind your ear, the pad of his thumb trailing down your beaded earring. “I packed our bags. They're in the truck and ready to go.”

“Gator, what are you-” His lips attach to yours quickly, hands cupping at your face. Your brows lift, before slowly melting into the kiss, hands wrapping around his wrist softly.

He pulls away, the tip of his nose nudging yours. “I’m going to protect you. Just listen to me. Yeah?” He lifts his brows. You nod quickly.

He rubs at your chin before nodding. “Okay. . . I’ll be out there in a moment.”

You nod, pulling away from him and walking out of the room, hand raising and tracing over your lips.

“There you are, Darlin’. I was wonderin’.” Roy smiles, lips greasy from the turkey he had been eating. His arm reaches out for you, wrapping around your waist. To make it look good - as Roy wanted - you bend and press a kiss to his head. “Anything I can get you?”

“No, that’s alright. Just sit down and eat.”

“You got a good one,” Mark nudges your shoulder. You give a small smile and a nod. Your eyes catch Gators once he makes it to the table.

“Don’t be rude, son. Eat up.” Roy gives him a look. Gator nods, shoveling a mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. His eyes watch as Roy picks up the whiskey to his right, taking a generous sip.

Your eyes move between both Tillman’s, drinking some of your water. Roy clears his throat, shifting in his seat as his hand pats at his chest.

“Uh,” He clears his throat again, unbuttoning the first two buttons. “Excuse me.” He coughs, standing from his seat. Gator scoots in more towards the table, scratching at his forehead.

Your eyes land on the whiskey before looking over at Gator.

There’s a loud bang then a heavy thud from the hallway, Mark and Veronica perking up at the noise. You quickly stand from your seat.

Mark grabs your hand, stopping you as he stands. “I’ll go look,” He then pulls away, glancing at Gator. “Come on.” He nudges his chin towards the hallway.

Gator stands, dropping the rag onto the plate before following Mark. You slowly follow behind, Veronica calling out your name. You ignore her, feeling Mark pass by you quickly.

You stand next to Gator, looking down at Roy - a puddle of blood slowly spreading from beneath his head.

Gators pinkie touches yours before pulling away. You quietly turn your head and stare at him.

“What did you do?” You whisper.

He leans in close. “The one thing he loved killed him,” He looks back down at Roy. “Whiskey.”

You stare up at him a little longer before looking back down at Roy.

Gator was right.

He would protect you.

【𝜗𝜚 thank you for reading! comments, likes, feedback, & reblogs are always encouraged, welcomed, & deeply appreciated!ও

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allthingsfangirl101 · 1 month

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Late-Night Visitor – Gator Tillman

Gator's POV

I drove home after an incredibly long shift. I pulled in front of the house and leaned my head against the headrest. When I opened my eyes, I saw someone moving around the house.

No one should be in the house. Dad is still at the station.

I instantly grabbed my shotgun out of the backseat and slowly got out of the car. With my gun pointed at the front door, I slowly inched closer.

"Hey!" I yelled. "This is the police. Come out with your hands up."

I held my breath as I waited for movement. I tightened my hold on the gun as whoever was inside our house slowly walked towards the door. I tried to steady my breathing as the door opened.

"It's just me, Gator."

My heart bungee jumped into my stomach when I saw Y/N slowly walking out of the front door with her hands up. When I noticed her hands were shaking, I threw my gun to the ground and ran toward her.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," I said as I wrapped my arms around her. "I didn't know you were. . ."

I froze when I leaned back and saw the bruise on her face. "Y/N!" I gasped. I grabbed her hand, wrapped my other arm around her waist, and quickly pulled her inside. Y/N and I have known each other since elementary school. I've had a crush on her since middle school and have never had the nerve to tell her how I felt.

I pulled her upstairs and led her into my bathroom. Neither one of us said anything as I grabbed her hips and gently placed her on my bathroom counter.

I grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and started cleaning her up. Luckily, Y/N wasn't bleeding. I used a rag and cleaned her face anyway. Without saying anything to her, I jogged downstairs and grabbed an ice pack from the fridge.

When I ran back to my room with the ice pack, Y/N wasn't in the bathroom anymore. Instead, she was on my bed with her legs criss-crossed.

"You okay?" I asked, my voice softer than I had meant it to come out.

"I'm fine," she whispered. I didn't believe her but I didn't say anything. Instead, I sat next to her and gently spun her toward me. She smiled weakly at me as I carefully pressed the ice pack to her face.

I smiled when Y/N's eyes fluttered closed. I gently grabbed her and leaned her against the headboard. The second she was cuddled into my chest, I pressed the ice pack back to her face.

"Thanks, Gator," she whispered.

"Of course," I whispered. "That's what best friends are for."

We sat like that for a few more minutes before I had to ask her what happened to her.

"Y/N," I whispered.

"I don't want to talk about it," she cut me off. My heart sank when her voice broke as she said, "Please, Gator."

"But. . ."

"I really need my best friend right now," she said, her voice still soft. "Not a police deputy."

"Okay," I said, not liking it but pretending I did. "Are you hungry?"

"No," Y/N whispered.

"Alright," I said, trying to think of something we could do until Y/N was ready to talk about what happened tonight. "We could watch a movie downstairs."

"That could be fun," she said, a little bit of her normal cheery voice coming back.

"And then I want you to stay here tonight."

"Gator. . ."

"No," I gently cut her off. "I'm sorry, Y/N, but that's non-negotiable. You don't want to talk about it. Fine. But I'm sure as hell not letting you out of my sight."

I felt a little better when Y/N tightened her arms around me and giggled. "I'm okay with that."

We spent the night watching a random TV movie, but neither one of us paid attention to it. Y/N fell asleep almost instantly and I was more focused on trying to figure out how Y/N got the bruise on her perfect face.

I have to figure out who did this to my Y/N. And when I do, I'll handle it. Handle him.

"Why the hell was your gun outside, on the driveway?" My dad barked as he stormed in. "Oh," he stopped when he saw Y/N asleep with her head on the pillow on my lap. "I didn't know Y/N was coming over tonight."

"I didn't either," I sighed, looking at her.

"Is that. . ." He stopped when he saw the bruise on her face. He walked over and knelt in front of us. He reached forward, hovering his hand over her cheek. "What happened?"

"Someone's been hurting her," I whispered.

"Who?" He asked through his teeth. My dad hated all of my friends. All of them except Y/N. For some reason, she was the only one he approved of. She was the only one he'd smile at when he saw she was over instead of his usual scowl.

"She won't tell me," I said, my anger returning. "Ever since she fell asleep, I've been going through everyone in her life. Everyone we went to school with, everyone she works with. I have no idea who's hurting her, Dad."

"We'll find out," he nodded as he stood up. "Don't worry, kid. We'll find him. Until we do, she's welcome to stay here."

"Are you sure?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"Of course," he said, not hiding his surprise. "If someone is hurting Y/N, we are going to keep her safe until we find out who is stupid enough to lay a hand on her. And not just because it's our job."

* * * * *

I woke up to someone calling out for help. I rolled over and saw Y/N tossing and turning.

"Y/N?" I said, my voice soft. I sat up and gently shook her. "Y/N, you're okay. Wake up. Come on, Y/N."

"No," she mumbled. "Please. . . Please, Dad. Don't hurt him."

Dad. . .

"Holy shit," I said under my breath. Y/N's dad is the one who's been hurting her.

"No!" Y/N yelled, her voice rising. "Please, don't. Dad, please. He's. . . Gator. . . No!"

Y/N gasped awake, sitting up and choking on a sob. "Y/N," I said gently. My heart somersaulted when she gasped. "It's just me, Y/N. You're safe. He can't hurt you."

"Gator," she whispered.

"That's right," I smiled as I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. I let my hand linger as I continued to reassure her. "I'm right here."

I gasped when she tucked into my chest. I instantly wrapped my arms around her and laid us down. I smiled when she cuddled into my chest.

"Y/N," I whispered, unable to stop myself for much longer. "Is your Dad the one who's been hurting you?"

Y/N answered me by sobbing into my shirt. I tightened my arms around her and rolled onto my side so our faces were inches apart.

"I'm not going to let him keep hurting you," I whispered. "The last thing I want is for him to take you from me."

"But Gator. . ."

"No," I cut her off. "No buts. I'm not going to sit by and let him hurt the girl I. . ."

I cut myself off before I could say too much. I stared into Y/N's wide eyes, waiting to see if she figured it out.

"Gator," she whispered. My heart jumped into my throat as I sat up.

"Look," I sighed, "I know this probably isn't the best time but. . . I can't hide my feelings anymore."

"Anymore?" She asked, sitting up. "Gator, how long have you been hiding your feelings?"

I looked into her eyes, suddenly full of courage as I remembered something my mom used to say about 20 seconds of insane courage.

"Ever since we were kids," I confessed.

"That long?" She asked, her voice getting caught in her throat. I leaned in and gently pressed my lips to hers. I broke the kiss and kept my face inches from her.

"Longer," I teased, making her giggle. This time when I kissed her, she grabbed my face and deepened the kiss.

"Y/N," I whispered, breaking the kiss. "Was your dad the one who hit you?"

"Gator. . ." She started but I leaned back.

"Please," I sighed. "Tell me, Y/N. I need to know so I can protect you."

"Yes," she whispered. "It was my dad."

I controlled my anger so I could focus on protecting my girl. "How long has he been doing this to you?"

"I don't know," she stuttered. "I mean. . . Please don't get mad but. . ."

"I won't get mad at you, gorgeous," I whispered as I reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"He's been doing this for as long as I can remember," she admitted.

It was getting harder and harder to push down my anger. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"I was gonna," she stuttered. "I was just. . . Scared."

"Scared?" I asked. "Of what? Of me? Y/N, I would never hurt you. You know that, right? I love you. I'd never. . ."

"You love me?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached over and grabbed my hands.

"Yeah," I slightly stuttered. "I mean, I told you I had feelings for you."

"True," she said, moving so she was straddling my hips. "But you didn't tell me you loved me."

"I do," I whispered. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Gator."

Y/N giggled as I laid us back down without breaking the kiss. I rolled us over so I was hovering over her. I had to force myself to slow down. I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against hers.

"I love you, Y/N," I whispered. "And I promise, no one will ever take you from me."

* * * * *

A few weeks later, I woke up to some soft tapping on the window. I threw off my covers when I saw Y/N smiling weakly.

"What did he do?" I asked as I quickly opened my window. Y/N chuckled as I helped her into my room and instantly wrapped her in my arms.

"Gator," she said, her voice muffled by my shirt. I let her go just enough so she could lean back and look up at me. "He didn't touch me."

"He didn't?"

"Nope," she chuckled.

"Then why are you here?" I asked. "And why did you sneak through my window?"

"Well," she said, her innocent smile losing its innocence, "to answer your first question; I wanted to see you. And to answer your second question; I wanted to come over without your dad knowing we were up here. Alone. With the door closed."

"Sneaky girl."

"Would you rather me leave?" She teased as she stepped out of my hold. I grabbed her and instantly pulled her back to me.

"Absolutely not."

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shelbgrey · 10 months

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Okay so two things/ideas

1. Sweets smut if you are up for it, the NSFW headcanons made me feel things okay. It was exactly what I was thinking too. Bit you don't have to if you don't want to.

2. Reading uou adorable piece of the squinterns babysitting made me think about what a pregnancy with Sweets as your partner/husband/boyfriend would be like. It doesn't necessarily need to be connected to the babysitting one shot you made, it was just a cute idea.

As always, have a great day and I hope this finds you well!

Caught in the act(Lance Sweets)

Paring: Lance Sweets x Hodgins!Reader

Summary: Booth calls you up to take care of your boyfriend after he got roughed up after an undercover thing. As your cleaning him up one thing leads to another.

Warrings: Smut! Female receiving, Sorta public sex (your in a closed office) desk sex. Lance has a couple of injuries(that's a warning in it's self, I'll fight anyone who hurts my boy). This is my first time writing smut, sorry if it sucks. Kinda edited.

A/n: sorry for the wait, I was battling on what plot to use. I'll be happy to do the other one too, but in till then here's the first one. This is my first time writing a full smut imagine instead of just headcanons so bear with me folks😂

MasterList

Lance was supposed to be at the jeffersonian an hour ago. I placed the skull back on the table and checked my watch, Temperance, the wife of my best friend looked at me confused. “what's the problem little Hodgins?” she asked as I looked at the time with concern.

I shrugged going back to work, Temperance wasn't having it though. “no, something is clearly bothering you, if you let it bother you for to long you might become distressed” she said.

“Lance was supposed to be by an hour ago so we could get dinner” I said, resuming the examination on the remains. it was normal for Lance to be late, especially if he was interrogating someone with Booth or he had a patient, but not this late. anxiety began swarm me as I woried for him.

The silence was cut short when my phone rang, hoping it was Lance I quickly awnsered it without looking.

“sweetheart?” I quickly asked, I was unfortunately wrong... Man I need to learn how to read caller ID.

“no, it's me Buddy” Seeley's voice said nervously. I set the humorous I was examining down and gave Seeley my undeviated attention.

“h-hey, how was the investigation... Where's Lance?” I asked walking out of the bone room.

There was a pause which made my heart pound. My conversation with Lance early this morning re-played in my head dozens of times, the last time we talked was early this morning and it was about the undercover case he'd be doing.

Simple case he said...

I let my minde run away with me as a tear ran down my cheek. “is Lance okay?”

“oh, Sweets is fine... Sortof” Seeley said, I raised an eyebrow when I head the background ruckus on Seeley's phone.

“do not tell her! I'm fine!” Lance's panicky, annoyed voice made me sigh with realef, at least I knew he was okay.

“Seeley Booth you better tell me what happened” I said using my 'mom' voice as he likes to say.

He sighed. “he just got banged up is all, couple of nicks that's all” he said, if voice was still nervous tell me he was lying. Dating a Shrink for as long as I have you pick up on signs in voices and body language.

I heared an annoyed sigh in the background. “I'm not going to the doctor” Lance said, I chuckled at Lance's small fear of the doctor's office.

Seeley sighed. “met us at his office so you can patch the crybaby up”

I rolled my eyes at his choice of words. “alright.. laters gators” i said before hanging up the phone.

Before leaving the jeffersonian I quickly grabed the first aid kit I kept in my office before heading to the burow.

~~~~~~~~(3rd pov)~~~~~~~~

Y/n got to Lance's office before the Boys did, Lance had a key made for her a couple of years ago so she was able to get in and wait impatiently for them.

She was knocked out of your thoughts when the sound of Seeley's voice and keys jangling just outside the of the office. She quickly open door before either one had the chance to.

“Lance!” she sighed as she threw the door open, finding her boyfriend standing infront of Seeley, he stood behind Lance like he was ready to catch him if he fell. Lance smiled softly and held his arms out asking for some comfort, she pulled him into a hug, wrapping her arms around his torso gently so she wouldn't hurt him.

“I'm alright baby..” he mumbled as his arms wrapped around her small body and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She pulled away, rubbing his jaw with concern. She looking up into his chocolate brown eyes. The curls in his hair was sorta tossed around, his forehead had a few cuts that touched his hair line, the left side of his jaw was bruised, and his knuckles were busted on his right hand. She heart swelled with both love and concern.

“what happened to you guys? I was worried” she asked as she noticed Seeley was roughed up too. Lance carefully moved to the couch and plopped down.

Y/n sat on the couch next to Lance, her eyes held nothing but sympathy as her two favorite boys looked like two kicked puppies thst won the fight.

“oh sweetheart” she mumbled, cradling his cheeks. Lance smiled and Seeley rolled his eyes. “it's not that bad” Lance reasured.

“yeah and what happened was-” Seeley started but y/n cut him off. “you know, I don't want to know... You guys are both back in once piece that's what matters”

Lance was about to opened his mouth to defend himself and Seeley, but y/n cut him off, “I'm gonna get you guys patched up”

Lance's lips tugged into an onry smirk as y/n terned her back to get her dented first-aid kit. Seeley saw and quickly clapped his hands together nervously, he didn't want to think of the guy he concerned a little brother in any none-innocent type of situation.

“ya know, Bone can take care of me... Just focus on your Shrink” Seeley said and left without saying goodbye. Y/n raised an eyebrow at her best friend's strange behavior as she pulled out the old first-aid kit.

The thing was well worn and dented up marvel pencil box, it was they type of box that kids cried for during back to school shopping. It was a red metel box and the picture of comic book heros were almost all gone.

The old kit set beside Lance on the couch while she stood between Lance’s legs, he watched her every move, not because he didn't trust her, quite the opposite... He was was just always fascinated with how much medical stuff she knew.

“this is gonna sting a bit” y/n mumbled as she cleaned one of the cuts on his forehead, he wincined a bit but it wasn't an awful pain. After all the cuts on his face was cleaned she put some oitment on her fingers and rubbed it on the deeper cuts so they won't get infected.

“is that better?” she asked, putting a bandeg on his forehead then kissing it. He smiled, lifting his head so he could meet her lips with his. “I'd say so”

She chucked and pulled away gently. As she got a new cotton ball soaked with alcohol she opened her mouth to ask about the case, but hesitated.

“how was the case?” she asked taking his hand so she could clean up the dry blood off his knuckles.

His chocolate eyes looked down to watch her work, he shrugged. “we got the murder, but obviously not without a fight” he said.

She frowned. “I hate what they've done to you” Lance smirked at her concern. She knew Lance was a tough guy, but that didn't make her protective of him...he's been hurt enough in his life.

“the other guy is way worse... Trust me Baby” he kissed her nose as she finished wrapping up his hand. As he pulled away she raised his hand a kissed the bandged knuckles.

“you'll live” she joked. Lance shrugged with a smile. “I don't know Doc, I could use another kiss... It's a good muscle relaxer”

“your such a dork” she joked as she leaned in.

“you love me for it” he lazily smiled.

Y/n rolled her eyes and placed a kiss on his lips. She didn't pull all the away back, just enough to where their noses brushed against each other. “is that better?”

“it's getting there...” he mumbled as his fingers reached behind her neck and pulled her closer.

“God, I love you” she murmured against his plush lips. He place one more kiss to her lips and he quickly stood up, pulling her tight against his chest, lips never leaving hers. She moaned softly and quickly reached for his neck to undo his tie. Her mouth moved quicker against his, his tongue brushing against yours.

his hand moved down to grip her ass as they tumbled around the small room. She moaned louder, this time into his mouth. She began to understand at the fire that was building up in his kisses, how much he need her. Lance gently pushed her into the wall as she pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders. They only pulled away from each other long enough for him to pull her shirt over her head.

Lance's hands fell and grabbed her ass, this time lifting her up. Her arms and legs wrapped around him. She gasped against his lips as her core rubbed against his.

She buried her head in the crook of his neck, pressing kisses and bites to his skin as he moved towrds his desk. She shivered as the cold wood bit into her skin. Lance pressed his lips to her's as his hands fell to her thighs, slowly inching upward. Lance pushed her legs further apart, quickly slotting himself in between her legs.

Y/n looked up as the man she loved stood over her, his chocolate eyes trailing from her rosey lips, to the swell of her breasts, she was perfection in his eyes. when his eyes met her again, they were filled with lust, like the predator finally found his pray.

“is this okay?” He asked softly as His fingers trailed up her thigh, even after years of dating he always asked concent and made sure she was comfortable.

She watched as he fell to his knees in front, his head disappeared under her skirt, kissing the inside of her thighs. She let out a whimper as his warm tongue slid up between her folds. A moan escaped her lips as her fingers threaded through his curls. Lance's hands came up grabbing her thighs pulling her body closer as he devoured her. One of his hands came up to her clit rubbing circles, his tongue moved quickly, bring her closer to her orgasm.

He stood up straight leaning over her body. “You tase so good” he said quietly. She grew wetter at the sight of the slick covering his lips. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was just as turned on as she was. Her fingers reached for the buttons of his shirt as their lips connected for a rough kiss.

Y/n quickly pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She couldn't held but let her eyes wonder, she had seen Lance naked countless times, but every time it got a reaction within her. the sight of his body made her cunt drip with want.

Lance smirked as his nuzzled his nose against hers. “you like was you see Baby?”

She reached up and kissed his lips lazily “Lance, i need you. please,” she begged. “i need you inside me”

he stood, towering over her with a smirk. Her eyes dropped to the outline of his cock in his jeans, she reached out and quickly unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground. His head fell back with a groan as her hands brushed up against his hard erection.

Y/n ran her hands along his hardened chest before wrapping her arms around him and pulling him as close as possible. his hard dick brushed up against her soaked core, making the both of them groan in sync into the other’s mouth. Lance reached down to grab his dick, sliding the head through her entrance. he lined it up with her hole, pressing a kiss to her lips.

Y/n whimpered into his lips as Lance pushed his cock into her, pressing on her spot. She became lightheaded with pleasure as his lips fall onto her's again. the kisses were desperate and needy. hot and breathy.

“are you alright, Baby?” his eyes were concerned and searching for awnsers. She nodded, giving Lance the okay to start moving. he moved slowly, feeling apprehensive. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, carding her fingers though his hair and tugging, encouraging him to move faster. He sped up, sheathing his cock in and out. Y/n's moans mixed with his.

groaning, Lance bit your neck. “God, your so tight” he whispered. everything he did brought her closer to her climax.

“fuck, you feel so good” the way he was fucking her felt like bliss, they're moans and whimpers bouncing of the walls.

Y/n opened her eyes meeting his brown ones. She felt that familiar knot build up again but faster this time as he hit the right spot over and over. He sat up pushing her legs open giving him more access, he looked. “Common Beautiful, cum for me.” His voice was smooth.

his thumb fell onto her clit, bringing her closer as her pussy tightened around him. It became too much, how deep he was and the pressure she felt on her clit.

“Lance” she moaned, bucking her hips to meet his while she cried out in pleasure. If they weren’t mindful, the people in the buro would hear them, but at this point they didn’t particularly care, the pleasure was too good. But as he worship her and kissed her, she prayed the other agents and staff were too busy with their own work and cases to hear her cries and pleas of pleasure.

“i'm gonna cum." Y/n whimpered weakly as she began to let herself go, her hips bucking through her orgasm, her cheeks flushing pink as she pressed her forehead to Lance's shoulder, his hand reached up to her jaw and lifted her face up. “look at me baby”

her cunt pulsing around him as he stared into his dark eyes. He tried to hold himself back and fuck her through her orgasm, and when she let out a loud whimper, he came, shooting thick ropes into her.

As if on queue, his office door flew open. “hey Sweets, I forgot to- oh God -sorry... Sorry!!” Seeley yelled, y/n's head snapping to look at the door “Seeley!” she yellep and tried to cover herself in her boyfriends chest. Lance's head dropped to her shoulder and squeezed her hips in pleasure as Seeley ran out of sweets' office, slamming the door shut, warmth still filling y/n as Lance let out a sigh.

“never ask me what I saw in there” Seeley said fermly as his eyes remained wide. Temperance gave him a strange look as her husband pulled her far away from Sweets office.

Y/n stared at Lance, her eyes wide as she watch him come down, he began to laugh as she looked at him in shock. “Lance, this isn't funny! That was our best friend” Y/n scolded, slapping his chest, causing him to laugh harder. “he shouda knocked” Lance shrugged, pulling his white shirt over his shoulders as he kissed her lips quickly.

“my best friend walked in on us having sex, your not the tiniest bit embarrassed?” Y/n asked in disbelief, Lance shrugged. “a little bit, but that felt too good to care” he said pulling his pants up, as y/n collected herself Lance grabed the rest of her clothes.

“Did you at least see his face? I was busy.” Lance smirked, earning another slap to his chest. Y/n nodded, laughing slightly. “he's probably scared for life now”

“definitely” Lance said placing a quick kiss on her lips. “for life” he added while kissing her cheek.

#Lance Sweets smut #Lance Sweets x reader #Lance Sweets imagines #Lance Sweets #john francis daley #Bones #Bones imagines #Bones smut #Jack Hodgins #Jack Hodgins x reader #Temperance Brennan

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equizona · 1 year

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The security breach crew react to a reader biting their own fingers until they bleed

⤷ BITING YOUR FINGERS RED

glamrock freddy, glamrock chica, roxanne wolf, montgomery gator, sundrop, moondrop || five night's at freddy's

gender-neutral reader

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⤷ GLAMROCK FREDDY

Nearly has a panic attack when he notices the red staining your fingers. He's quick to gently take your hands away from your mouth so you can't keep biting them, hurrying you to a first aid station so he can fix your hands up.

Will be scolding you the entire time. Why are you biting your fingers enough for them to bleed? Your blood is supposed to stay inside of your body, believe him. If you're doing it because you were stressed, bored or anything else, he will do his best to aid the reasoning so you won't keep doing it.

⤷ GLAMROCK CHICA

Much like Freddy, she freaks out when she notices what happened. She squeaks in protest, and she's sure her heart would have stopped had she been a human. She immediately rushes you to the nearest first aid station. She probably picks you up so you getters quicker, too.

Gets rather pushy about knowing why you did it if you don't tell her the first time she asks to know. Why don't you want her knowing? Is it something bad? Have people been picking on you? Does she need to eat scold someone? When you tell her, she'll do her best to help if there is a reason, if not, she'll see if there's anyway for you both to work together to get over the habit.

⤷ ROXANNE WOLF

She also freaks out, to maybe some people's surprise. Stumbles over a bunch of the staff bots in her haste to get you to a first aid station.

She doesn't really process you did that yourself at first, so she's asking how it happened, thinking maybe someone else hurt you. When she finds out you have a habit of biting your fingers, she's still worried just in a different way. She'll try and figure out a plan with you to get you over the habit.

⤷ MONTGOMERY GATOR

Pretty much the only glamrock who doesn't completely lose their shit. He's still a bit panicked, but he handles it a lot better than the other three. He's no less quick in getting you to a first aid station to get you all bandaged up.

Gets kinda angry with you for hurting yourself like that. Why in the world are you biting your own fingers? He doesn't understand, but if he sees that he's upsetting you, he'll remove himself from the situation and get one of the others to check on you. Will come back once he's calmed down and ask you how he can he'll you to not do it.

⤷ SUNDROP

He handles it really well, actually. Little kids get hurt all the time, sometimes they don't even notice and other times they won't stop crying out of fear, regardless if it hurts or not. Handles the situation really well with getting you bandaged up.

Doesn't know what to do with getting you to stop though, he knows habits are difficult to get out of, so he'll mostly ask you what he can do to help you out.

⤷ MOONDROP

Handles the situation really well, much like his daytime counterpart. While it's less frequent, some kids won't stay still and will get themselves injured when it's his turn to be in charge. He'll make sure it gets proper care so nothing gets infected.

If you have no idea how to stop yourself from biting your fingers, he has a bunch of ideas and suggestions you can try that might help out!

#five night's at freddy's #five night's at freddy's sb #five night's at freddy's security breach #five night's at freddy's x reader #five night's at freddy's sb x reader #five night's at freddy's security breach x reader #fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #security breach #security breach x reader #sb #sb x reader

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balloonboyismyson · 2 months

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One Kiss is All it Takes (Monty Gator x Reader oneshot)

You work as a nightguard at Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. One night, Monty sends you a message asking for help. Concerned, you make your way to his room to see if he's okay.

(926 words)

The sound of your boots clunking against the tile echoes throughout the foyer. You lightly hum as you walk, flicking on and off your flashlight just to do something with your hands. Rockstar Row is probably your favourite part of the whole Pizzaplex. With all the beautiful neon signs, you get depressed that most people coming in during the day don’t really get to see them.

You scan the left wall and observe the greenrooms. It must be frustrating being them- having one of your room’s walls be a pane of glass so that everyone around can look inside like they’re zoo animals. It’s at least… something…that Management gives them a curtain to block outside viewers.

You pass Freddy and Roxy’s rooms. They thankfully seem too preoccupied with other things to notice. You know you’ll see them later tonight, so you don’t feel that guilty about it.

As soon as you had entered the ‘plex you got a message from Monty. He said he had an “issue” without really explaining what that meant. You placed your bets that he broke his glasses and needs a new pair. It’s happened a few times, but the only difference tonight is that you feel like he could’ve asked dayshift to get them for him.

Upon walking up to his room you notice an eerie silence. Usually he’s either practicing or breaking things, so the lack of movement makes you a bit nervous. Knock knock “Monty? It’s me, I got your message.” There’s a small shuffle before you can hear the thud of his footsteps getting closer to the door.

When you see him, an aura of nervousness seems to permiate from him. He always tries to act as confident as possible around you, so the shift is concerning. “Hey, Cher.” You note he still has his glasses which are perfectly intact. Even through their opacity, you can tell he’s not actually looking at you. “Is everything okay?” Your voice goes soft.

He pauses for a moment before lifting up his right arm, showing you a large hole on his inner forearm. The perimeter of it has a lot of sharp pieces with a bunch of cracks. His hand, too, has been damaged. His thumb barely has casing. “Oh my god, Monty!” Your hands move quickly to the damaged arm and carefully hold it, “What happened!?”

Monty lets out a small, uncomfortable huff. “ ‘T’s not a big deal,” He mumbles, looking as far away from you as he can. “Can you fix it?”

Your eyebrows furrow at the question. “I-I’m sorry, I’m just a nightguard, I’ve never worked with machinery.” He seems to deflate a bit at this. “I can put in a maintenance request, though.” Quickly, you use your watch to send an email to the people down in Parts ‘n’ Service so they can fix him as soon as they get here in the morning. You feel helpless and like total shit.

Briefly looking past him, you see his room’s in shambles. You’re surprised, usually he waits until closer to closing before breaking things. He notices and goes to pull his arm away. “Right, well, thanks for-”

“Hang on-” you cut him off as an idea suddenly comes to mind, “come with me.” Monty looks at you with a confused expression. “..Alright.”

Hand in hand, you walk him through Rockstar Row and take him down to the utility tunnels. Eventually the two of you come across a First-Aid Station and usher him inside and tell him to sit. “Why’d’ya take me here?”

“I don’t know anything about machinery, but I’ve patched myself up quite a few times.” You quickly scan for and find a first-aid kit. When searching inside, you see some expired alcohol wipes, a syringe with a numbing agent, and bandage wrap. You shake your head at how awful this would be in case of a human child being injured and grab the bandage wrap. You take the end off of the body and start wrapping his arm with it. “...Cher?” He cocks his head at you. “You know ’m not human, right? I can’t heal.”

“I know, but I don’t wanna just leave you hurt.” You concentrate on your task, each wrap specifically calculated to ensure there’s enough to cover the wound. Even then there’s barely enough, so unfortunately, his hand remains unbandaged.

“Does it hurt?” Your voice is quiet as you follow along the layers of bandage with the side of your thumb, barely even grazing him. Your eyes meet his.

Monty holds your gaze for a beat too long before responding. “O-Only when it first happens. Can’t feel it after that.” You squint your eyes; he’s squirming a bit. You take his bandaged arm again and gently place a kiss where the now-covered hole is. If there was a roof on the First-Aid Station, he’d have gone through it.

“Did I hurt you!?” You yelp as your hands quickly clench and retreat back to your sides. “No, no! I jus’... I didn’t expect that.” He readjusts his glasses and places his hand back down on his leg. Even for a robot his body looks stiff.

“It’s what people tend to do when they patch someone up. I’ve heard when you kiss someone’s wound, it’s much easier for your love to make its way to their heart.” He just stares at you- his jaw repeatedly opening and closing just a smidge each time. His hands begin to slightly tremble as he looks down at the bandage. “Thanks… this’ll tide me over ‘till maintenance comes.”

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ms-demeanor · 2 years

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So i'm watching a cspan hearing from 1987 about aspartame because it's one of the big tent-poles of the "pilots can't fly after drinking a diet coke" claim (timestamps from about 1hr:00-1hr:10).

Okay here's the pattern this air force major general describes:

He is big on running and runs a lot. When he runs a lot, he drinks a lot of artificially sweetened kool-aid.

He is running a lot in the summer heat in nevada, drinking a gallon of kool-aid a day, and develops a tremor.

The tremor goes away when he is stationed on a remote base.

He gets back into the regular swing of things and is running a lot and his tremor comes back, but stops when he sprains his ankle and stops running (and therefore drinking the kool-aid)

He is stationed in Australia, and someone sends him some crystal lite, and he is back to drinking a gallon of it a day and the tremor comes back. (No mention of if he was drinking something else during his runs before, or if he was drinking a gallon a day while not running in this case)

He is stationed in Florida, and has been regularly running and drinking sugar-free kool-aid, when he has a seizure.

His father points out a correlation between kool-aid and tremors, and two days later he is put on an anti-seizure medication. Since then he has not had any kool-aid and his tremors have not returned.

Would anyone like to guess the symptoms of hyponatremia, or would anyone like to hazard a guess as to why Gatorade is used as a recovery drink but kool-aid is not?

Hyponatremia is what happens when your electrolyte balance is completely fucked up. It typically means you've got too much water and not enough salt in your body, and it can straight-up kill you. It's sometimes called "water toxicity" and is why that lady died after drinking too much water for a radio contest. It *also* kills athletes who are significantly exerting themselves (this guy was describing 5-8 miles of running 4-5 days a week in addition to regular gym visits, including in Nevada in the summer) and not properly replenishing electrolytes. It's why Gatorade was developed in the first place - it was a sports recovery drink for the Florida Gators football team, who are athletes exercising in a very humid environment that can cause significant depletion of electrolytes.

He even points out that he didn't have any seizures or tremors after he was put on dylantin, but I'm guessing he also wasn't *running five miles a day and rehydrating with just water* immediately after his seizure.

Anyway, it does appear that this guy was permanently grounded after a grand mal seizure that doctors believed might have been connected to prior head trauma from a car accident, and I'm sure that sucked, but it really seems like his tremors and muscle spasms were much more likely to have been related to an electrolyte imbalance (if you're getting cramps, muscle spasms, and twitching one of the first things doctors/trainers/physical therapists will generally recommend is checking on your sodium/potassium/magnesium intake) than they were to consuming a chemical that literally millions of people (including tons of athletes working at high intensity and tons of people with demanding, precise jobs) consume daily without having seizures.

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audioroleplayconfessions · 6 months

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Answering the questions!

Thank you Admin! ♪⁠ ⁠\⁠(⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠\⁠ ⁠)

I like a heathly combination of fluff and plot though I don't mind either on their own. I prefer cinematic stories with more parts!

Slow burn is definitely a favorite of mine! I like all genres but I do have a preference for fantasy storylines.

I absolutely avoid the fan made y/n-esque audio rp with already existing characters i.e Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugou, no hate to the ones who like or make those, props to the voice impressions. I find it amazing they could imitate the voices but they just aren't for me though. Original characters are much more my thing.

Otherwise I'm fine with regards to everything else!

So far I only like GBA, Redacted and Sundew. I prefer soft, gentle mid-ranged to deeper voices. I like deep voices but I don't think I'd like a voice as deep as the mariana trench lol. Higher pitched voices also aren't my thing and if it's too whispery then it won't do it for me as well.

I'm pretty picky ain't I? Apologies if this is inconvenient, I have no one to ask for recommendations and I'm particularly new to the community (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Warmest regards, much love, numerous thanks and salutations,

Oh, I have some recommendations for you! My opinions are a bit biased here (I have a very strong preference for plot-heavy audios over fluff) but it looks like a lot of my favorites suit your tastes. I dislike fanfiction stuff too, especially MHA stuff and I also prefer gentle voice ranges that aren't too high or too low.

I'll give you a few recommendations.

#1: Escaped Audios! He's the very best VA at making you feel like you are living in a movie. All of his stories are heartfelt and exciting, most have slow-burn romances. Most of his characters have a gentle, mid-range voice that isn't too high or too deep (though he as a couple deeper voiced characters). I like his style of acting because he sounds very sincere and "real" when he talks. My two favorite playlists from him are Matador Gothic (his dramatic vampire slayer adventure) and The New Jersey Rats (a mafia-themed Romantic comedy).

I've followed him since Matador Gothic came out a little over a year ago but he's only recently started to gain hype after being super under-rated for a long time. If you like GBA's style of story telling you'll probably like him too. The only downside you might experience is that his stories usually don't leave a lot of room for fluff, so there are no cuddle audios or sleep aids etc on his channel. That said he's my current favorite, is incredibly creative and original, and he's amazing at supercharging my brain with serotonin.

#2: Obsidian Lantern. He has some of the most immersive sound production of any VA I've ever seen. Some of his earlier stuff is a little weird and clumsy but once he catches his footing he's great. His voice is very gentle and comforting to me, and he'll even speak a little Spanish sometimes.

His Gator Boys series is great and actually ties in with the lore of a few other VA's universes! I also really like his Merfolk series. He also plays around with common tropes while putting his own unique spin on them and I really like that too. He also makes all of his own art, and he not only draws thumbnails but actually makes illustrations of the scenes in his audios which is super cool. Overall really great, I think you'd like him.

#3. ZSaku VA. His playlists start out a little slow but over time his style evolved to be more cinematic. I really like his Vampire series (the Xanthus playlist) and his two interconnected crime series (The Elias and Issac playlists). They're good from the outset and just get better. Lately he's been making higher-stakes stories with more collabs and I love that. He's also collabed with a bunch of the other people I mentioned, which I love to see.

He has a nice balance between fluff and story-telling, and lots of his plots/characters connect to one another. If you like Redacted Audio you'll probably like ZSaku. The only downside is that he takes a long time in between episodes of each series, and works on multiple series at the same time, so if you really get into one playlist you might end up feeling a bit impatient.

#4: YuuriVoice. He's got a rotating cast of characters and he's one of my long-time comfort channels. He has ongoing plots throughout all of his series, but his stuff is mostly character-based. It's worth listening to everything and getting attached to his characters, as their development gets better and more complex over time.

He can do a pretty broad range of voices too, and they all feel unique and fresh. He has done some MHA/fanfic type audios before in the past but over time he transitioned to focusing on his own original characters and I love all of them.

#5: Shining Armor ASMR. I like him more as a comfort/fun/fluff channel. A great channel for listening to little bite sized audios with fun character concepts and lower stakes. I also like his voice and his accent, and it's fun seeing him do different voices within his accent. Definitely more on the fluff side but I think you'd appreciate him!

That's about it! There are more channels I like but based on your tastes I think you would like those channels. Also, honorable mention to Desmond ASMR. I love him but he's been on hiatus for like a year now!

Feel free to leave your own recommendations/cosigns/etc in the comments and reblogs.

Love, Ringmaster.

#audio roleplay #boyfriend asmr #redacted audio #yuurivoice #desmond asmr #zsakuva #escaped audios #good boy audios #asmr roleplay #recommendations #Shining Armor ASMR #Obsidian Lantern #ZSaku VA

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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The glamrocks plus Bonnie and Foxy react to a reader having a broken arm?

Glamrock Freddy

Immediately becomes a worried dad the moment he sees you with a sling/cast.

Even if you insist you’re fine, he’ll keep reminding you of the first aid stations around the Plex.

If there’s no signatures on your cast, he’d wanna be first in line! Conveniently, one of his fingers doubles as a marker for signing autographs.

He wishes you a speedy recovery.

If you broke your arm due to an incident within the mall, he’ll want to know everything and contact management/safety operations so it doesn’t happen to any other guest.

Montgomery Gator

He’s the kind of person to mutter "ooh, ouch.." under his breath whenever he sees a kid take a hard fall.

Though when you walk in with a cast, he asks what happened to you. Blunt and to the point.

If it happened because of a golf cart accident, he’ll kick the nearest empty one away from you.

He’s not the type to overly worry about people, though he does wanna sign the cast and does so very carefully. Much unlike his usual rough personality.

Glamrock Chica

Would hover over you constantly.

“Are you okay??? Please get a map of our nearest first aid stations! Be careful!!!”

She worries too much for her own good, though you appreciate the fact she paid more attention to people than pizza for once.

Usually you visit Mazercise on a regular basis but since you’re injured she understands if you can’t go.

Though you make an effort to at least walk around and she’ll just make sure you’re okay the entire time.

You’ll have to remind her it’s your arm that’s broken, not your leg.

Roxanne Wolf

The first thing Roxy will say is “can I sign it” before asking if you’re okay.

You let her write her signature across the cast, all pretty and sparkly as it shimmers under the spotlights.

Clearly it’s not the same pen she uses for kids’ autograph books or posters.

If you have any other signatures on it, they’re gonna get overlapped by hers. She doesn’t care.

“Now everyone will know I have the best handwriting.” She chuffs with pride, all smug.

Glamrock Foxy

Flips up his eyepatch in surprise. “Yikes, yer lucky ya didn’t lose an’ arm like your ol’ pal Foxy.”

You tell him you got into a dumb accident and broke it, though it’s healing perfectly fine.

He signs the cast by doodling his face and some inspirational quote in case you felt bad about it or insecure.

He’s gotta take one of the crayons from the daycare next door but it’s still a sweet gesture.

Glamrock Bonnie

Would try to gently discourage you from bowling (even if it’s your favorite attraction and you always try to go bowling when you visit) until your arm heals up.

He doesn’t want you to accidentally overstrain your good arm.

Likes Chica, he worries a lot though you reassure him you’ll live and tell him to go back teaching the other kids how to bowl.

And he does, while occasionally looking back to see you at the parlor, sipping on a milkshake and watching the games.

#clanask #anonymous #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf sb x reader #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #glamrock chica #glamrock foxy #montgomery gator #roxanne wolf #headcanons #injured reader

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yourfavoritewitchbitch · 5 months

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Thinking about Gator having a mommy kink while you spank him.

Smut under the cut!

18+ Minors DNI!

He's laid out across your thighs. Aching cock tucked firmly between his lower stomach and you.

Pretty red welts across both cheeks.

Already a whimpering fucking mess... And you haven't even touched him where he needs it the most.

Each smack makes him jolt with excitement and provides the friction he so desperately craves to aid in his relief.

“You're doing so well for me baby,” you praise. “Are you going to cum?”

Your words send him over the edge with another sharp smack to his already sensitive ass.

He cums with a groan. His cock leaking his spend, slick between your thighs.

You lean down and whisper in his ear, "Now you're going to clean it all up and you're going to thank me while you do it.”

He does as he's told, licking most of it up, saving just the last bit. Leaving it on his tongue, bringing it up for you to have a taste.

Threading his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back and pulling you into a heated kiss.

You moan at the salty taste of him as his tongue brushes past your lips.

And once he hears you moan he's already growing hard again.

"My baby is insatiable. You ready to take care of mommy now?”

“Please, mama. Let me make you feel good.” He whimpers out.

#gator tillman fanfiction #gator tillman smut #gator tillman #gator tillman x you #gator tillman filth #gator x reader #gator x you

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a-lonely-dragon · 7 months

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Strike! - Chapter 3

Montgomery Gator x F!Reader

CW: None

AO3

Navigation: Chapter 1, 2

Monty, regrettably, had been right. Your pathetic knot didn’t hold the gauze together for longer than a few minutes.

Perhaps you shouldn’t be so surprised. After all, the animatronics are programmed with extensive first aid protocols for their young charges. If only your good ol’ employers had kept the first aid stations as well-stocked at the bots’ protocols.

Sitting in the sparsely furnished break room, you fiddle with the gauze on your hand, a sad lunch of wilted salad sitting abandoned. A sun-faced clock ticks loudly in the quiet, leering down at you with white, painted eyes.

What had Monty been doing, lurking around the course so late? You were under the impression that during the night, the animatronics were confined to their greenrooms for recharging, at least that was how it’d been a few months ago. Plenty has changed since then, you suppose. Maybe it was some new security protocol that management had “forgotten” to mention to you. It certainly hadn’t been in that stupid pamphlet.

Your phone vibrates against the table and your hand shoots out to grab it, nearly knocking over your water in the process. With bated breath, you navigate to your email, praying to anyone who will listen to the prayers of exhausted employees that someone’s finally seen your qualifications—and then promptly deflate, tossing your phone aside. Just spam.

You glower up at the clock. At the hands creeping by, at the hours you had left before you could get home and take care of your hand properly. “What’re you smiling about?” you mutter up at it.

The door flies open, nearly sending you into cardiac arrest. You hiss in pain as your knee slams against the underside of the table.

“Oh! So, they didn’t fire you?”

You grit your teeth as the very last person you wanted to see sweeps in, a wide smile on his face and a takeout box in his hands. When he sets it on the table, you catch sight of a label of a popular restaurant back in the city. Your stomach churns and your mouth waters, but you refuse to be jealous of Magnus, of all people.

“Nope,” you say, refusing to meet his eye. Not for your lack of trying, asshole.

Magnus is all legs and self-satisfaction. His tight white top is dotted with pastel green triangles and bubblegum pink circles, workout shorts practically painted over his lean thighs. He’d been relocated to Chica’s Mazercise, it seems, and by the smug expression he wears as he takes in your loud button-up, he considers it the superior position.

“They threw you in the swamp, huh?” He chuckles and begins to unpack his lunch. “It suits you.”

Don’t take the bait, you tell yourself, and start cleaning up the untouched salad. You hope the message is clear, I’d rather starve for the rest of my shift than be in a room with you.

Magnus shovels a forkful of steamed vegetables into his mouth and watches you with a raised brow. “Aww, don’t feel too embarrassed. The shirt’s cute.” On the table, your phone announces itself with another vibration, screen lighting up with a notification.

Heat gathers in your cheeks and you snatch your phone off the table before he can read it. Because you know he fucking would.

“What? Got dirty texts coming in?” He laughs at the idea, giving you a disgusting view of half-chewed sesame noodles.

“Hey, did you finally apply for a new job? Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t bail the moment they sized down the bowling alley. I mean, I would’ve if I were you. Can’t imagine how hard it’ll be, not being able to spend all your shifts just bowling with the star—”

Annoyance lances through you at the implication, but you keep quiet and toss your trash away. Magnus had a chip on his shoulder for no good reason, showing his true colors not long after he’d been tasked with training you way back when you first started. If there was a silver lining to being transferred, you supposed it would be getting away from him. Rodney wasn’t exactly a step up, but at least he barely spoke to you other than to give you orders.

“Good luck getting that crazy gator to give you special treatment.”

Anger flares in your chest and you round on him, not missing the way his lip quirks in satisfaction. “I never got special treatment—"

BEEP BEEP. You glare at the Fazwatch, at the numbers counting down the minutes to the end of your break.

“You better get going, wouldn’t want to get written up,” Magnus drawls, breaking apart chopsticks. “No Glamrock to cover for you, now.”

You clench your jaw, turn on your heel, and storm out of the break room.

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You met Bonnie for the first time a week into the job.

If the back hallways and utility tunnels were a mind-boggling maze to someone who’d been traversing them for months, they were an impossible labyrinth to newbies, and especially to newbies with trainers who spoke a mile a minute when telling you how to get to the nearest employee break room.

You’d given up trying to find it at your Fazwatch’s fifteen-minute warning and simply plopped down on the grody concrete floor, gobbling down your sandwich miserably. You hoped you could find your way back to the bowling alley in time.

Heavy thumps preceded the animatronic that rounded the corner, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Bonnie!

You’d seen him around the bowling alley, but only from afar. Up close, you couldn’t help but take in every detail of his look. The shiny blue casing, the bright eyes that flashed as they scanned you, the sharp claws meant for shredding bass.

Pizza mascots had come a long way since your childhood, that was for sure.

You’d expected him to keep going, he was obviously on his way somewhere, probably a birthday party or a VIP meeting, avoiding the crowds of the Pizzaplex by lieu of the utility tunnels. It came as a great shock when he stopped in front of you, lifting a grand paw in greeting.

“Well, doesn’t that look appetizing! I mean, it’s no carrot cake, but to each their own, right?”

Bonnie tilted his head at you curiously, awaiting your answer. Instead, you could only fumble around a question of your own in response as you scrambled to your feet.

“Are you, uh, lost?” you asked, then cringed, because of course the animatronic with a computer for a brain wasn’t lost in his own facility.

Bonnie flashed a smile. “Nope! Are you?”

With an embarrassed wince, you nodded. “I was trying to find the break room, but I got pretty turned around. . .”

“I can take you there, if you’d like. However, you’re scheduled to be back from your break in seven minutes, and it’ll take about four to get to the break room!”

“Yup.” You sighed. “That’s why I’m eating here.”

“I can help you find your way back, since you’re a Bonnie Bowler,” he said, punctuating the sentence with a cheeky wink.

“No, no,” you said immediately waving away the suggestion. If there was one rule your manager had hammered into your brain amongst the dozens of others, it was not to interfere with the main animatronics. They were there for the guests, and you were there to make sure the rest of the guests’ needs were met in the meantime. They weren’t paying you to have fun or hold up the stars on their way to make money for the company.

“Really?” For a creature made of metal, he did a fantastic job of expressing disappointment. “Are you sure?”

No. “Yeah. Thanks, though,” you added, dropping your gaze.

“How about directions back to the alley? I even know a shortcut. I’ll tell you if you promise to keep it a secret!”

You’d smiled at him then, amused by his words and his determination to help. You made it back to work with a minute to spare and swore you’d find a way to thank Bonnie when you saw him next.

---

Monty seems to have gone by the time you return, the golf course yours once more. You begin to tap away at your Fazwatch to put in a maintenance request for the bridge, only to stop short as you find a STAFF bot in a hardhat and a yellow vest already at work.

Apart from you, Monty, and whoever the security guard was, there was no one else to have put in the request. You certainly hadn’t. So that left the gator or whoever had an eye in the sky. Unless the security guard was going above and beyond the call of duty, you were sure it was Monty. It was his course, as he’d said.

An uncomfortable thought surfaces. What if he’d mentioned that it was your fault the stupid railing had broken in the first place? He hadn’t seemed to care that much, in all honesty, but he was notoriously unfriendly towards staff members. It didn’t seem like a huge stretch for him to do his job of making sure you received first aid and then reported your ass for carelessness.

It makes your skin crawl with unease, not knowing. As much as you wanted to bail from the ‘plex, you weren’t stupid. Without any income, you’d burn through your meager savings in less than a month. And if that happened, well, you’d have to suck up your pride and call—

You shake your head. There was nothing you could do about it now. Whatever was going to happen would happen. With the high turnover here, you were probably overdue for a firing, if not a write-up.

When Rodney finally reappears, it’s a few minutes before the end of your shift and you’re vacuuming in the gift shop. You stiffen when he approaches you, preparing for the worst, only to receive a heavy clap on the shoulder and a “good work, kid” before he’s gone again. You stare after him, still unsure if he knows about the railing.

The feeling follows you out of the front doors of the Pizzaplex and all the way to the end of the ocean of a parking lot. You slump into the driver’s seat and start the car, eyes drooping. How you manage to make it home without crashing, you’ll never know, but after locking the apartment door behind you, you’re going through the motions, throwing a frozen meal into the oven and tossing your clothes into the washer. When your meal’s eaten and your clothes are tumbling about in the dryer, you shuffle off to bed, eager for a dreamless sleep.

You plug your Fazwatch into its charger and snuggle under the covers, unlocking your phone one more time to check your email, just in case something materialized in the last few hours.

Your breath catches and you shoot up in bed.

There’s just a single new email, and the sender? Fazbear Entertainment’s automatic email. This alone sends a spike of anxiety through your chest, but then your eyes dart down a line and—

Subject: MISSING: SECURITY REPORT

#montgomery gator x reader #dragon writes #animatronic boyfriend #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #security breach #fic

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