#gator tillman hc

[wontontrap]

【 Gator Tillman

【 18+++

【 graphic smut ahead | shameless pwp

【 mean!Gator, perv!Gator, misogynist!Gator

【 tw: rough smut, intimidation, gun play, degradation, name calling, unprotected sex, cream pie, public sex, spitting lite, spanking lite, abuse of power, misogyny if you squint

Your break had long ended as you found yourself behind the diner. Your chest was pressed against the brick of the building, top pulled down and sensitive nipples scraping against it. Gator had your jeans and panties around your knees, your hands cuffed and resting in the dip of your lower back. He forced your neck into an unnatural position, both hands covering your mouth as he bullied his cock into you from behind while in full uniform. The things he whispered to you made you weak and wanton.

"Nasty bitch," he growls, "lettin' me pound your shit raw."

You twist your wrists inside the cold metal.

"God, I wanna hear you cry," he whispers, hot breath on your neck.

He removes his hands and you press your cheek against the cold brick. He grips your hips never changing his pace. You let out a frantic gasp, punctuating it with a broken sob that bleeds into a lustful moan.

"You want my cum in you? Whore."

"Please Gator," you whine.

"You sure? Ain't nobody else gonna want this rancid alley pussy after Gator's been in it."

He laughs.

"Please, please, please," you repeat like a prayer.

The door to the kitchen opens and you hear your name shouted. Gator doesn't stop his thrusts.

"What in the fuck are you doing?"

You hear a booming voice. Some new manager whose name you'd neglected to learn steps to you both.

Gator pulls his gun from his thigh holster, pointing it square at the man's forehead. He stills, staying inside you, a gentle hand on the back of your neck. It feels protective and you silently swoon.

"I think I'm minding my own goddamn business," he says in a commanding officer's tone.

"She's got tables," the man replies, unfazed by the gun.

Gator chambers a round and the sound makes you flutter around him. He stands his ground though you feel him twitch inside you. The man puts his hands up.

"Alright, alright," he says, quickly retreating back inside.

Gator laughs as he leans into you. You don't hear him holster the gun again. You feel the cold metal caress your cheek and you shiver.

"Somethin' wrong with you," he remarks, tapping your cheek with the barrel. He ghosts the tip of the gun across your face, dragging your bottom lip down with it, "might keep you."

You hear him holster it and start to squirm, wishing he'd move again.

"Greedy cunt," he snaps, smacking the swell of your ass hard.

He pulls out and you writhe around once more. He steps on your bottoms, forcing them the rest of the way down. He pulls you by the cuffs and you fall to your knees in front of him, legs weak.

"You need taught a few things," he says, shoving your face onto the cold ground.

You raise your ass for him and you hear him chuckle. He crouches down behind you with one knee on the ground, grabbing your hips and violently thrusting into you. He impales you on his thick shaft until you're creaming on it, babbling and drooling onto the pavement. Not long after, he cums hard inside of you just like you wanted. He pulls out of you without care, letting you fall to your side. You're grinning wide and giggling softly. He can't help but smile back as he crouches down again to grab you by your poor excuse for a top, tits still spilling free.

"Open," he orders.

You oblige and he spits into your mouth.

"Trash," he sneers, dropping you.

He rolls you over and removes his cuffs, hooking them nicely back onto his belt. You lie there ruined and exposed.

"You heard the man," he says, "get back to work."

[buckysgrace]

Gator Tillman Headcanons

Just some random thoughts I had about baby boy tonight <3

I for sure think he was born premature? A teeny tiny little baby with big brown eyes lol.

Definitely got doted on because of his huge eyes and messy hair. Very hyper kid too, always needed to be doing something. Probably a biter tbh (spanked a lot sadly smh)

Threw an absolute fit when he was itty bitty and they were weening him off of the pacifier. That was his paci damn it!

Grew to love snakes because his mom hated them and he was quick to remove them from her garden. He thought it was funny to chase her while holding them

Roy use to make Linda keep it in a buzz cut because he hated how long it was on Gator. Thus, leaving Gator to find his own style when he was old enough.

He definitely showed cattle when he was younger. His favorite cow was named Rosie and he won several ribbons for how well kept she was <3

Knows how to ride a horse but doesn't have a desire to do so. Plus his lower back and hips are always so sore after

Prefers dogs over cats, but you best believe any time a cat is around him they're all up in his business

I also think he struggled with asthma when he was little too?? He hasn't had an attack in years but still carries an inhaler around

(don't bring up him vaping while having asthma, he gets very defensive and irritated lol)

Never been out of his hometown unless he needed to travel for competitions or for work. Probably never been on a real vacation before either.

I think he was always tall and lanky but stopped growing his sophomore year of high school?? He always wanted to be taller tho

Was in the FFA obviously.

Being an all-state quarter back I'm sure he had a ton of college offers? I imagine he was fairly average in school, probably enjoyed science more than anything else

Had a really hard time after his mom "left". I think he had a lot of anger issues at this time

His leg injury blew away any chances of him really believing that he could do better for himself, so he followed in Roys footsteps

He gets cold easy, so he always bundles up into layers and layers.

Sucks at cooking. Could not boil water to save his life. I think that he'd take cooking lessons later in life (or learn from someone hehe)

Has a surprisingly good green thumb if he'd keep up with it

Enjoys drawing in his free time and is actually really good at it.

Cannot survive anywhere where it gets too hot. He burns easily

He's in church every Sunday (sometimes Wednesday nights too, depending on his shifts) but it doesn't stop his potty mouth

Car lover of course. Likes to work on vehicles too. Occasionally welds I believe.

Loves going to car shows, or to tractor pulls lol

Most of his tattoos were random, little afterthoughts or done while he was drunk. I think he bought his own tattoo kit but opted out of it.

Flirts like a middle school boy. Will poke and prod at you, lots and lots of teasing. If you meet at a bar you best believe he's gonna be showing you all of his cool drinking tricks lol

A surprisingly good big brother, although Karen thinks he's a bad influence so he doesn't get to spend much time with them

Big fan of Game of Thrones but also loves Golden Girls lmao. And Westerns.

Does that thing where he acts like he's not interested in what's on TV but then he stands there with his hands on his hips watching the whole time lol

Do not ask him to pick you up something for the store, he will not find it

When he's high on weed he's very giggly; thinks everything is hilarious. Will absolutely lay underneath the stars and try to explain the way the universe works. Very snuggly and has the worst munchies (devours a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos in one sitting smh)

Will drink coffee (usually with a protein shake mixed in) but he 100% prefers energy drinks

Jack Daniels and PBR are obviously his drinks of choice hehe. Although he does love a good margarita occasionally

Absolutely devours some Taco Bell after he gets off the night shift. He always gets a box with a chalupa, beefy 5-layer burrito, and the fiesta potatoes but he's also getting a cheesy gordita crunch and the Cinnabon delights. And a Baja Blast. Mans has worked hard and he's hungry lmao

Hates ankle socks

For a late night snack he is breaking open something sweet. I imagine he prefers Heath bars and 100 Grand Bars.

He also loves carrot cake

[courtingchaos]

Lacking

Gator Tillman x Fem Reader

7:29

A/N: This is because @dr-aculaaa has basically become a co-writer on this. I keep dropping my HC’s in their DM’s and they keep dropping their own so here we are, a shared dream ❤️

Warnings: Sex, back at it again with the knife play, male masturbation

18+ NSFW No Minors Allowed

The girls at Dottie’s know you. Mostly from your multiple midnight pickups of some idiot brother causing problems, but also because of Roy.

Everything ties back to Roy.

When you roll up outside the bouncer lets you in and the wall of multiple perfumes assaults you before the neon pink lights can. In the lounge area a few girls you recognize mingle, barely clothed, and one of them, Julie, waves at you.

“Didn’t think I’d ever see you in here alone, babydoll.” She grins and pushes her blonde hair back with a single talon tipped finger, but she’s just as dangerous as the over stuffed heart pillow next her.

“Uh, no. I mean, no offense I’m just looking for Gator.” You shove your hands in your pockets and only have a slight moment of doubt. You knew you were coming in here tonight so you’d ditched the work clothes. That leaves you with jeans, a plain t-shirt, and your ‘nice’ Carhart jacket. Only your finest for the Midwests biggest sulk.

“Gator?” The blonde tucks her sheer robe around her and leans forward, eyebrows shooting up.

“Yeah.”

“You owe him money or something?” She continues to sound surprised and you wonder if he’s ever had a visitor.

“No, I just need to talk to him. Business stuff.”

“Business stuff.”

“Roy stuff.” That makes her go quiet. One of the other girls points down the hallway ahead of you.

“He’s at the very end, last door on the left.” She doesn’t look you in the eye. In fact all the girls seem to have found somewhere else to look while you unzip your jacket and head off to his room.

You’d found out where he was staying from Donny, problem brother number 4. His frequent trips to the bunny ranch had given him a few glimpses of Gator coming and going.

“I don’t even think he’s fucking any of them.” Donny tells you over the roof of the car you’re working on. He stopped helping you get this front seat out the minute you’d asked your question.

“Okay.”

“Doesn’t that bother you?” He sounds concerned and you roll your eyes. He’s never cared about your life before, why now when you ask about some southern interloper.

“Why?”

“Aren’t you two like, a thing?” He says it too casual and you know he’s gathering intel. You know brothers 1 through 3 are standing in the office, just waiting on him to run in and spill it.

You just huff and throw a wrench at him. “Don’t you have some crayons to chew?”

His door looks like all the other doors in the hallway, minus a gold number on top of a red heart. His also has locks on the outside, which gives you an incredible image of some poor idiot mistaking his room for one of the girls. You chuckle to yourself and knock; a pause and there’s no answer, another round this time louder. You heard a scuff of something behind the door so you know he’s in there.

“Gator?” Another knock, still no answer. “Gator it’s me.” He’d know your voice. It should make him open the door and give you that disgruntled stare. He should open it and ask you just what the fuck you’re doing there.

He probably would if he could hear you though.

Through the crackled music in the hallway and a heavy front door, through a bedroom door and a pair of noise cancelling headphones he couldn’t hear a bomb go off if he wanted to. Slouched down in a small armchair, his attention focused solely on his phone, he doesn’t hear you.

He’s been too busy switching between videos on pornhub for an hour, none of them right. He does see the humor in the situation of looking up fucking porn here. Living where he lives, surrounded by girls making a living, but none of them spark a single feeling. They’re all fake nails and too much perfume and bleached hair and unmarked skin unnaturally smooth. If nothing else they give him a headache a mile wide with their incessant need to fill the silence, something he desperately craves.

Something he isn’t finding in these videos.

These women will laugh but it’s high pitched and giggly. They moan and sigh but it’s forced, and if he ventures into anything rough it’s staged and over the top and he looses any urge to jerk off. He’s on the verge of just saying fuck it. Of pulling up his shorts and climbing into bed but he keeps scrolling mindlessly, still looking for something that reminds him of you.

He won’t find it, he never does. He’ll settle on something finally and just mute the video to watch it passively while his mind wanders in the silence created by those headphones.

Lucky for him, you’ve gotten his front door open. The locks aren’t complicated, just enough to keep everyone else out but apparently you have a knack for picking them. The door swings slowly open into a darkened, smallish apartment. It’s a kitchenette and a place to put a couch and two closed doors on either side of the room. Of course it’s spartan and small, you expect nothing else. When you close the door quietly you hear that scuffing again behind the second door and decide that must be his room. You want to snoop and see if he’s hidden any part of his personality away in the few pieces of furniture but a heavy sigh makes you move faster across the small space.

“Gator?” You ask at the door before you twist the nob, fully aware that he could and would pull a gun on an intruder. While that doesn’t scare you like it should, you aren’t in that kind of mood tonight.

His back to the door is what catches you off guard. The blue glow of his phone screen clashing against the red light seeping in from the neon sign outside highlights his face in pretty hues but that’s not what stops you in your tracks. The scuffing of the chair moving back against the floor slightly, his shoulder moving rhythmically, the huff of air he lets out. You hover behind him and watch the woman on the screen frantically ride a faceless man and you laugh. A light thing, almost all breath but you make a sound he doesn’t react to. “Oh Gator, what are you up to?” You ask lowly and he still doesn’t react. You keep your distance but tilt your head and see his eyes screwed shut. You glance at his lap and his big hand fists his big cock and you make up your mind.

Jacket dropped on the floor and pocket knife out you stand directly behind and when he lifts his head, sensing a body behind him, you lean against him and press the spine of the blade against his throat. He jumps and drops his phone, hands immediately up and open showing he’s not holding anything.

“Caught you lackin’, didn’t I?” You whisper next to his head when you pull an earbud out and toss it on the bed.

“What the fuck?!” He hisses at you. Recognizes your voice but when he tries to turn and stand you tighten you grip around his throat.

“Nope. You get to stay put.” You lick his cheek and he flinches at the sudden wetness. “Aren’t you supposed to have eyes on exits?” You tease, blade digging into the side of his neck.

“Did you fucking break in?”

“Only because you didn’t answer. I see why.” With your free hand you tilt his head back to look up at you. “Busy boy.” He swallows and you see his cock twitch out of the corner of your eye. “Don’t stop on account of me, that video looked thrilling.”

“I wasn’t even watching it.”

“I know. Didn’t like what you saw?” Your free hand leaves his jaw to wander down under the collar of his black tee, his chest hair soft under your cold fingers, his tags clinking softly under the cotton.

“No.”

“Well use your imagination Gator. Keep going.”

“I’m not-“

“You’re not what?” You cut him off with a hard press of metal. He still hasn’t figured out it’s not the sharp side of the blade and he sucks in a gasp. “Not gonna do it?” His eyes slip shut and he keeps his head tilted back into your stomach. “I really think you should.”

His hands drop to his thighs but he doesn’t move to touch himself again. You sigh.

“Do you need help?” You twist the knife so the flat of the blade makes contact and he tenses. Leaning down you grab his hand and wrap both around his cock, still hard and hot under your touch. “Same thing you were doing.” You say it like he should know better. You let go and your hand rest on his stomach, your lips on his ear to whisper at him. “What do you think about?”

“Fucking.” He says with a single huff of laughter.

“Me?” Your fingers gather the hem of his shirt and dance along the hard plane of his stomach where it flexes under your touch and his hand moves haltingly up once. “I think about you.” Your hand moves up further and his moves in time, a slow drag of his curled fingers over his hardened length. From the corner of your eye you can see his eyes are open to the darkened ceiling, head tilted back and jaw flexing next to your head. He’s holding himself back for some reason. “I think about you in my room. I think about you holding me down and about you ignoring your phone.” You press a kiss to his ticking jaw. “I like thinking about keeping you in there.”

He hums deep and picks up the pace of his hand and you watch him move. You push his shirt up to his chest where you can slide your fingers through the thick hair there and it earns you a contented sound from him. Where your face presses into his jaw it creates a stamp of heat that you want to lick. Your tongue follows up from the tip of your knife to that heated patch of skin and you can feel the shiver under your hand laid against his chest.

“Do you think about me hurting you?” You ask wetly against his cheek while you give a slight press of your place against his pale throat.

“S-sometimes.” He stutters and circles his hand around the head of his cock, smearing precum on the stroke down. You tuck your head into his neck while your mouth waters at the sight and the end of the blade tickles your cheek. Gator lets out short quiet breaths, little huffs around his stream of curses. His heart beats faster under your palm, your fingers rubbing circles into his pec like you’re trying to sooth him. “Only sometimes?”

He nods once and squeezes his eyes shut, a long aching groan from his chest when he bucks up into his fist, his left hand coming up to grab tightly at the back of your neck.

“Come on Gator.” You mumble into his neck, watching him grip his cock harder, faster. “Who else do you think about?” You know the answer, you just want to hear him say it. He’s getting lost in you wrapped around him and the metal against his neck and your whispering in his ear. He grunts and tugs on the back of your neck when you go to pull back. “Tell me. Who else?” You get out of his grip and fully stand, his hand hooking into your shirt to twist the cotton around his thick knuckles. You can hear the quiet desperation when he finds his voice amid the haze.

“No one.”

“Good.” You toss the knife so you can lace your fingers over his throat. You cradle his head back, thumbs behind his ears, and hold him still while his hand pumps faster. His eyes snap open, pupils blown out while he stares up at you grinning down at him. Watching him unfold below you keeps you transfixed on his stare, on his jaw going slack, on his lips parting, on the hitching gasps rushed up and over your face. You keep his head pressed into you while he cums white hot lines up his chest, staining the edge of his black t-shirt. His body tenses and relaxes and his head stays pressed hard into your stomach, eyes wide and clear while he groans on the last of his release.

“Good boy.” You tell him, breathless. An errant finger running lightly up and down the underside of his chin. His chest rises and falls fast and his hand drops from his softening cock to lay on his thigh. You keep him between your hands for a moment too long probably but you can’t help the tightness the slinks it’s way around your ribs. It coils along each one and makes your breathing shallow and you hope he isn’t aware enough yet to see the change in your gaze.

His head drops when you take a step back and let him go with a chuckle but his hand fisted in your shirt keeps you in his reach. “Where do you think you’re going?” He says in a quiet voice, warning on the edge of it. You laugh and tug back but he’s got his whole fist in the shirt now. He twists around in the chair to look at you over his right shoulder and you watch the sticky spend on his stomach smear on his arm still laying on his thigh. The neon red that bleeds through his blinds catches his eyes and makes them shine in the dark. “You got a fuckin’ mess to clean up.”

Wind rattles the window for second and you sigh thinking about having to drive home in falling snow again. You can hear the shower still running through the thin wall, surprised you can’t hear Gator still grumbling about having to take a second one tonight. For all of his ornery slamming of drawers looking for a new shirt he still asked if you wanted to join him. Tucked up in the corner of bed against the wall, phone balanced on your knees you shook your head silently.

Now you kind of wish you had, the sticky feeling of sweat and saliva laying thick on you. Your neck throbs where he laid his teeth on you after you cleaned him up, your lips swollen from him kissing you too hard. Your hands ache from the grip you had on his hair while he laid between your thighs, and those sting from his big palms coming down on them when you’d clamp them around his head.

You continue to scroll through your messages, even after the shower stops and you hear him rummaging around. You haven’t bothered to get dressed yet, still wound up in the sheets and comforter. He pauses when he walks back in, wet hair slicked back against his head.

“You’re still here.” You expect disappointment but instead get mild surprise.

“I can fuck off if you’d like?” You offer and he averts his gaze and shrugs. “Then what do you want?” A challenge then, since all he does is shrug at you.

“I don’t care! Fuckin’…stay there if you want.” He gestures at you and looks around at his floor. “It started snowing so you can drive in that shit if you want.” He finds his phone kicked under the bed and bends to get it, tossing it and your knife you’d dropped on the mattress. Your phone lights up again, another message from a bothersome brother asking where you are that you ignore.

“I’d like to stay.” Those snakes that slither along your ribs and coil when you think of him almost purr at your confession. Your phone lights up again and before you can turn to look he’s snatched it up, wide hand swallowing the display before he tosses it on the chair.

“Okay.” He grabs his own phone and looks at the screen once before he scoffs and throws it to join yours. Wordlessly he pulls at the bedding to get it straight again and you follow, the chill quick on your skin, but Gator stops you. A hand under your arm to pull you into the middle of the bed before he climbs over and drops onto you without warning, your breath rushing out of you when his heavy frame pins you to the mattress. He yanks the covers over you and nestles his head into your chest again, a repeat of your own room and you wonder what kind of beat your heart hammers into his ear. He pulls at your hand until you get the idea and let your fingers tangle into his damp locks, the movement pushing up his clean scent. He nuzzles deeper while you watch the shadow of snow on the wall, his slowing breathing lulling you into a strange feeling of safety you rarely feel.

It all ties back to Roy because Roy owns everything. Dottie’s should be called Roy’s because those girls belong to him the same way Gator belongs to him.

Well, maybe not exact.

Julie had let him know as soon as you’d walked down the hallway that you’d shown up, just the same as your second eldest brother had let him know when you left the house an hour earlier. Roy has fingers in every pie in every windowsill of this shitty little town. He’s known about you, but he didn’t know you and really that’s his fault, he’ll own it. He’d told Gator to get some strange to try and work of that excess fury, he’d had no idea the two of you had been cut from the exact same cloth though. The bias and weight, the same fucking blend.

So he sits in the parking lot of the whore house he owns, with the people he owns inside while you interlope in a bed that he owns. And if he has to wait all night he will, just so he can spot the look on his boys face first thing in the morning when he’s realized what kind of earth shattering mistake he’s made.

[tillmania]

Oh to have the motivation to write a Gator fic based on the HCs running through my mind...

Like imagine being in high school with Gator and having a weird flirty-hate relationship. You think he's a dick, and he thinks you're kind of a bitch so dating isn't something either of you pursue but maybe you guys mess around here and there - not actual sex though.

Then when he gets injured and can no longer play football, something changes. Your banter isn't as satisfying anymore and you can tell he's upset so this time when you're hooking up and he tries to push further you don't stop him.

He looks up at you expectantly, waiting for you to swat him away while he runs the head of his member through your folds like you usually do but instead, you just nod, letting him have you in the way he'd fantasized about for years.

A couple months go by and you can feel yourself changing. At the behest of your best friend, you take a pregnancy test and oh no - it's positive.

You freak out but eventually get enough of a grip to tell Gator. I'm sure you can imagine that this does not go well.

Think along the lines of "is it actually mine?", "you're ruining my life" etc.

At that point, your playful hate becomes somewhat real. You decide then and there that Gator will not be part of your or the baby's life and start to think about how you're going to do this yourself.

But then your parents find out and it no longer becomes your decision. Your dad forces you to tell him who the father was and the next thing you know he's dragging you along to the Tillman's front door - shotgun in hand.

Now, your parents and the Tillmans are familiar enough. They all go to the same church, get along and have had quite a few family dinners over the years.

When Roy opens the door, sees your father with his weapon, and you shivering behind him with tears streaked down your face he does the math pretty quickly.

Before your father can even begin to explain the situation, Roy turns back towards the house and yells Gator's name.

The older men leave you two in the living room while they go into Roy's office to discuss. You're both warned that there will be severe consequences if you try to leave.

You can feel gator looking at you but you say nothing and wait for your fathers to return.

It is decided that you and Gator will get married.

You and Gator both protest but there's no point.

Roy refuses to have the first born child in the next generation of Tillmans be a bastard and your father will not allow your actions to taint the family's reputation

[cycat4077]

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[buckysgrace]

Omg girl I beg of you please write more about big brother gator 😫🙏🏼

Ask and you shall receive lol

He would've been about 21-22ish I believe when the twins were born??

Probably was indifferent at the time but slowly grew into the idea of it

Honestly he was probably hoping for little brothers but quickly changed his mindset once he realized the girls played just as rough lol

He definitely had no idea how to hold a baby at first. Couldn't figure out why you needed to support their necks or why they were so fragile lol

Would hold them up until they started to cry, then back to Karen they went lol. He just always figured he was doing something wrong

Would absolutely give them pickles/lemons when they were babies because he thought their reactions were always funny

Now when they're starting to walk/talk and are really gaining their personalities; that's the stage he loved lol

Told them a ton of jokes at this age because they laughed at whatever he said

Absolutely calls them spoiled brats

Has definitely told them that there's a monster that lives on the ranch or somewhere under their bed/in their closet. Got in big trouble for that but honestly it was worth it in his opinion

Has also threatened to lock them up in the back of his cruiser and take them to jail when they've been rowdy

Gives out alllll the piggy back rides. And all the tickle fights

Will also take them to all of the fair rides. He rides every single one (lowkey gets sick by the end of it all tho lol)

Loves to bounce with them on the trampoline, definitely throws in a few flips in there to impress them

Obviously if they accidentally gets hurt he does the whole "don't tell dad"

The twins for sure draw pictures for him all the time <3 He has his own little collection of their art lol

If he has to watch them (Which is very very rare) he's pretty chill with them? Sort of lets them do their own thing because I think he's stern enough with them that they know not to get him in trouble (which is funny cuz I think he's the complete opposite with his own kids lol)

Will buy them a pop or sweets if Roy is too mean with them (continues to give them candy that's too sour tho, just to watch them react to it lol)

Probably purposely gives them candy to get them hyper actually, especially if Karen is being Karen.

He has drawn fake tattoos on them before

Probably also painted their faces. Probably made them think he was putting on pretty makeup or butterflies on their faces when in reality he ends up giving them a big mustache, or makes them look like a witch/skeleton lol

They definitely try and mess up his hair, rip his hats off or try and grab his vape. He's pretty good at swatting them away without getting angry

Will for sure pick them up from school in his uniform if he hears that other kids are being mean to them. He’s gotta get the intimidation points in smh

They probably accidentally ended up sneaking in while he was watching a horror movie and have tried to crawl into his bed before smh.

He absolutely has the most intense games of hide and seek with them (he will be crawling on top of the fridge or hiding in cabinets smh)

[wontontrap]

Since you have requests open, would you possibly be willing to do something smutty with Gator and Fem!Reader? Maybe Gator comes back sore, asking reader to give him a foot rub and kisses (maybe toe sucking?) and it escalates past that ofc since we know Gator's super needy? If that's not too weird ofc!

OKAY??? I see you. Feet aren't for everyone but I think I can make this sexy. Just some hcs and imagines for this one!

• Gator loves a good rubdown cause he's always getting his ass beat and running himself ragged around town

• A few times you've soaked his feet for him after a double, bringing one to your face and kissing the top after drying them off, nuzzling your whole face into his leg while you rub his thigh

• He'll sit on the couch with his s/o and they'll do a couples foot massage for each other after a steamy shower — he says he doesn't want any of her "girly" shower steamers but they do relax him so he doesn't complain after long

• Gator will playfully bite his s/o's toes during foot massages and if she's just resting them on his lap

• I fully believe that Gator is the one into feet in a sexual way

• His s/o might be into feet if his are nice but she really loves the way he worships hers and uses his as a tool of dominance

• He's even more obsessed with dainty feet with bright polish after a fresh pedi

• He'll bite and kiss his s/o's feet and calves while he's balls deep in her with her legs over his shoulders, saying even these pretty little toes turn me on.

• He loves a foot job from his babe

• He'll make her sit at his feet, either bare or with boots on, and hump them like a depraved slut while he prods at her with his toes or the toe of his boot, calling her his good little bitch.

• This man watches way too much porn and will step on her face while he has her folded like a fucking lawn chair in doggie