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thefatedthoughtofyou · 2 months

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Whiskey Shots And Cheap Cigarettes

Kirby Rivers (oc) x Win Lewis (oc)

♤ Summary: Kirby brings Win a bottle of whiskey and they get to know each other a little bit.

♤ Warnings: oc x oc pairing, trans/nonbinary oc, Kirby uses he/him, drinking, talk of drug use, smoking, pre relationship, mentions of Gator Tillman, pre ot3.

♤ A/N: suprise! @jozstankovich some getting to know you stuff with our babies. I just feel like he would 100% reach out to her! I hope you like it! 💖💖 oh also, the title comes from the Green Day song Before The Lobotomy, one of my faves. 💚

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The door swings open and Kirby smiles up at her. She immediately smiles back, leans agaisnt the doorframe.

"I brought libations!" Kirby sings, holding up a bottle of Whiskey. His back arching a bit as he leans back.

"You're eyes are so red oh my god." Win laughs, shaking her head.

"It's been a good day." They lower their arm, shrugging, lazy smile on their face. Win leans forward a bit, eyeing the driveway.

"I walked." Kirby says, still smiling, blinking slowly.

"Can I?" He nods toward the door.

"Oh. Yeah. Of course, come on in." She steps away from the door, letting him pass, he gently hands her the bottle as he goes.

"That's for you. Not much of a drinker myself." Kirby says, absently, shrugging as he looks around her front room.

"That's a shame. I bet you'd be fun." Win says, twisting the cap as she walks to the kitchen.

"I'm always fun." Kirby says over his shoulder, then turns to her.

"Though there was one Halloween involving a very interesting acid trip that some people may argue I wasn't. But I had a good time." They smile when she laughs again, pours a bit of whiskey in a glass.

"Sure you don't want any? Not even a shot? Two shots?" Win asks, shaking the bottle gently above the counter top, eyes wide, waiting. Kirby crosses his arms.

"Are you trying to get me drunk Ms. Lewis?" Their head tilting, hip popped out a little, Win digs her teeth into her bottom lip as she looks at him, grinning.

"Drunk? Never. Cross faded, maybe a little bit." She nods, Kirby laughs, shakes his head.

"I will do two shots. And no more. Just cuz I'm stoned doesn't mean you can take advantage of me young lady." He points at her, walks over to the little half wall, bar window, type situation she's standing by, and watches her pour him a shot. She smiles wide when she hands it to him slowly.

"Hmm. I already regret this. Just so you know." He tilts his head at her, takes the shot, throws it back, and immediately starts coughing. Win laughs at him, head thrown back, and then takes the shot glass and refills it.

Kirby coughs into his elbow a few more times and then wiggles his fingers at her to give him the glass. He takes it, throws it back, and hacks and coughs again for a minute. Their eyes watering when they finally stop.

"Good right?" Win asks, still smiling.

"Oh yeah." He croaks, coughs again,

"Just the best." Kirby wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at her when his eyes finally stop watering.

"So, watchin doin' here? I assume you knew Gator wasn't here with me." She sips at the whiskey in her glass, walks to the living room, twitching her head for Kirby to follow.

"Yeah his truck kinda sticks out like a sore thumb, now that I know it." Kirby shrugs, follows her to the couch and plops down at the opposite end.

"And I dunno, kinda got a lonely vibe from you when you were at the garage the other day. Thought maybe you'd want some company." He shrugs again, lets his head fall back against the couch, his hands laced together on his stomach.

"You think I'm lonely?" She asks, taking another sip, her eyes on him. He doesn't look at her, their eyes shut as they breathe slowly.

"Mmm. Maybe not always. Just... this town's pretty lonely when you're an outsider." Kirby glances at her, smiles, closes his eye again.

"I know a little something about that. Figured I could help a friend in need." Their shoulders move again, just slightly, before they sink further into the couch. Win pulls her legs up, arm wrapped around one knee, whiskey glass resting on the couch near her foot.

"Are we friends?" She asks, quiet. Kirby turns his head, opens his eyes.

"If you wanna be. Yeah." He shrugs again, easy smile on his face. She smiles back, nods a few times.

"Okay. Friends. But I don't know anything about you." She says, eyeing him over her glass as she takes a sip. His eyes fall closed again, his hands rise off his stomach, palms out.

"What do you wanna know?" He asks, dropping his hands again. Win snorts.

"What, you wanna play twenty questions?" She asks, taking another sip. He groans.

"God no. I couldn't think of twenty questions right now if I tried. But you can ask twenty if you want. Or more. However many. I don't mind." Kirby smiles, his eyes fall closed again. She smiles at him, though he can't see her.

"What's your favorite color?" She asks, watches him smile, his eyes still closed.

"Hmmm... orange I think." He hums, raising a hand and rubbing at his nose before dropping it back to his stomach. Win watches him, watches his chest rise and fall under his thin, ratty t-shirt.

"Favorite band?" She asks. His face scrunches.

"That got so hard so fast." He mumbles, laughing as he pushes himself up a bit, eyes still closed.

"Iiiiii.... fuck I don't know. I listen to a little of everything. It depends on my mood I think. Been listening to Motely Crew a lot lately, though I wouldn't call them my favorite." He shakes his head, opens his eyes.

"Got any easier questions?" He cocks his eyebrow at her, smiles when she grins at him.

"Sure yeah. You single?" She drags her teeth over her lip through a smile and takes another sip of her whiskey. They huff a laugh, sit up a bit more, tuck their legs up onto the couch, knees pulled to their chest, facing her now.

"In this town? Yeah. Pretty damn single." He nods, pressing his lips to his knee.

"In this town." She repeats, gives him a look. He nods, glances at the window.

"Guy like me. With my... reputation." He wiggles his eyebrows at her, his hand on his chest. She grins.

"And what reputation might that be?" She asks, raising her glas to her lips.

"Oh ya know. Trans guy in a town like this? I'm sure you've been around enough to know people aren't exactly fond of anyone too different." He shrugs, gives her a small smile. She gives him one back.

"Yeah. I've noticed." She downs the last of her whiskey, sets her glass on the small table behind her.

"Thought you might have." They nod, rest their chin on their knee and then wave her on.

"Alright c'mon. More questions. Easy ones." He warns, points at himself.

"I got a lot going on over here so just, take it easy." He rubs at his red eyes with his knuckles and waves her on again. She laughs, shakes her head, and asks another question.

~°~

A few hours, and about thirty questions later, Kirby yawns, loudly. He moves his feet off the couch and stretches like a cat, back bowing as a ridiculous moan escapes him.

"Jesus. Okay." Win chuckles, stands, stretches herself, though silently, and grabs her glass off the table.

"You want some water or soda or somethin?" She asks, heading for the kitchen.

"What kinda soda ya got?" Kirby asks, patting at the pockets of his baggy black cargo shorts.

"Mainly Mountain Dew right now." She snorts, watches Kirby's face scrunch as he thinks.

"I'll take a water this time. Thanks. Hey can I smoke in here? I'll sit by the window, open it up." They look at her, their eyes wide.

"Yeah that's fine. I'll join you actually." She walks over, hands him the water. He tucks it under his arm, reaching for his pocket but stops when he sees Win tap her pack of cigarettes on her palm. His eyes lingering.

"What?" She huffs a laugh as he stares at her.

"That your brand?" He asks, nodding toward the pack.

"Well, yeah. Unless I'm feeling fancy. Then I get the Djarum Blacks." She doesn't take one out, just looks at Kirby, looking at her.

"Alright the cloves are nice, I'll give you that. But, these? Babes. C'mon." He taps her pack. She pulls it away from his reach, acting offended.

"What is wrong with these?" She looks from her cigarettes back to Kirby.

"They're little cheapy smokes. C'mon." He tilts his head, his nose scrunched. She rolls her eyes, can't help the thought that he's adorable that crosses her mind.

"You ever had a home rolled one?" Kirby asks, reaching for his pocket again.

"You are talking about cigarettes right? Not weed?" She teases, watches him pull a small tin out of his pocket.

"Yes. Tobacco. Not Marijuana." He smiles, pulls out a little white cigarette.

"My grandpa used to home roll. But I was too young then. Hadn't started smoking yet. But I always loved the smell." She tells him, takes a step closer. He holds the cigarette out to her, close to her nose.

"The fresh tobacco." He nods, understanding, as she leans the little ways too it and inhales. She sighs, nods.

"Yeah. That's it. That's the smell." She concedes. Kirby smiles, lowers himself to the carpet, crosslegged, his head just above the windowsill. Win lowers herself down next to him.

"Shall we then?" He asks, head tilted again.

"We shall." She smiles, watches him flip his zippo open and light it. Watches his cheeks hollow as he takes a drag, handing it to her as he exhales toward the window.

The first drag is heaven. The smoke curls in her mouth, down her throat, into her lungs. That slight burn following it. She smiles at the memories, lets the smoke fill her lungs and then sighs it out toward the window as well.

"Shit. You deal this too?" She asks, handing it back. Kirby laughs, a good laugh, head tilted back, hand on his stomach.

"Not typically. But for you? I could definitely hook you up. For sure." He chuckles, takes another drag.

They sit there, smoking, in silence for a while. Listening to late autumn crickets through the window. The chill in the air blowing through the screen, moving Win's hair against her cheek.

"Thanks for comin over." She nudges Kirby's knee with the back of her hand.

"You were right. I do get lonely sometimes." She admits, eyes on the floor as she takes the cigarette again.

"Anytime. You can always come to mine too ya know? Any time you want. I'm almost always there." He shrugs, smiles at her as she blows a few smoke rings.

"Good thing about working were I live. No rush hour traffic. Just me and my fight with my alarm everyday." She laughs at that, it echoes through her quiet house, hands the cigarette back.

"I might take you up on that. I'll bring Gator sometimes too. If you want?" She asks, voice cautious, glancing up at Kirby through her lashes. He looks at her, watches her watch him for a moment, and then nods. The corner of his mouth twitching as he takes a long drag, the last, its tip burning close to his fingers.

"That's fine." Is all Kirby says, his voice thick, like he wants to say more. But they don't.

Win gets up, grabs her ashtray. Kirby follows, stubs out the cigarette and wipes his hands down his shirt. It's a habit he has, from working on cars, always wiping something or other on his clothes while he works.

"Fuck me it's like, two in the morning." Kirby whistles, looking at the clock. Win's eyes follow his, suprise on her features.

"Wow. It doesn't seem like you've been here that long." Her brow furrows.

"That a bad thing?" Kirby asks, stepping slowly toward the door.

"No. Ya know what they say about time, and flying." Win assures him with a shrug, follows them to the door. He stands there, swaying a little, hands clasped behind his back as he smiles.

"Well. Thank you for the hospitality Winifred. I'll get outta your hair. Let you get to bed." He lets his head fall back, opens the door and steps through it with a little lazy twirl. She laughs at him, holding it open as he takes a few steps away.

"Thank you, for the whiskey. I'll come get in your hair sometime. Make a day of it." She crosses her arms, shrugs, nonchalant as she smiles after him.

"Sounds good. I'll have the cigarettes ready for you!" He calls, still walking slowly backwards away from her.

"Be careful walking home!" She calls.

"Im always careful!" He calls back, his foot hitting a rock, making him stumble, he shoots back up, points in her direction.

"That was a fluke!" They say, kicking the offending rock into the steet. Win laughs, shakes her head at them.

"Have a nice night Win!" Kirby calls, almost disappeared into the dark now, waving over his shoulder as he turns.

"You too Kirby!" She calls, waits til she can't see them anymore, and closes her door. She shuts the window, puts the bottle of Whiskey away and goes to grab the ashtray off the table. She stops in her tracks, picks the ashtray up, and smiles. Setting on the edge is a cigarette, home rolled, brand new.

She picks it up, tucks it behind her ear, and walks to her room. She sets the ashtray down, sets the cigarette back in it, and gets ready for bed.

She climbs under her sheets and gets cozy, runs her finger slowly along the pretty white paper of her small gift, and turns out the light. Smiling into her pillow thinking about her new friend, how easy it was to talk to them. How easily he made her laugh. She hugged her pillow tight and thought maybe this town wasn't so bad. Even if it was just her, Gator, and Kirby. Maybe that was enough to make it not so bad.

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mrprettywhenhecries · 4 months

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don’t waste your time (on me) [g.t]

04. | A Bad Idea

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 5.1k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, misogynistic themes, inexperienced!Gator, public sex, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, early ejaculation, oral (f!receiving), cum eating, gator being sweet, recreational drug use/marijuana ⇾ a/n. took longer than I wanted to to finish this chapter, and I think I've definitely looked at it for too long. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. I could use some kind words 💚

When Roy realizes his son didn’t heed his advice, he changes tactics, telling Gator to invite Win to the ranch. After a steamy night of sex and drugs, Gator breaks the news to Win and she realizes his feelings run deeper than she thought. And maybe so do hers.

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“Oh fuck, Gator–”

Win’s voice cracked as her head fell back against the stall door, Gator’s heavy breaths loud in her ear with each snap of his hips, desperately fucking her in the dingy bathroom stall.

“Oh shit, you feel so damn good, Winnie,” he grunted, his brows pinched in concentration and Win couldn’t help but grin as she watched him, her head and heart only tangling further each time she tangled with him, which over the past few weeks had been as often as possible – Gator taking every opportunity he could to fall into bed with her or find some clandestine spot for them to fuck like rabbits at any free second, which at the moment happened to be after breakfast in the diner’s bathroom before Gator’s shift.

For a second, Gator’s expression altered, alarm crossing his face as his grasp on Win began to slip and she let out a yelp, hastily bracing herself before she could fall.

“Gator, if you drop me, I swear to God–” she hissed, gasping as he hefted her up higher against the door to readjust his grip on her thighs, which were wrapped tightly around his waist. “I'm not gunna drop you,” he huffed defensively, resuming his impatient thrusts, making her tits bounce softly beneath her tight top.

“Now quiet down,” we don’t want anyone finding us like this,” he grunted. “Not unless you wanna end up in handcuffs for indecent exposure,” he teased, flashing her a cheeky grin.

“Wouldn’t that entail you ending up in handcuffs too?” Win pointed out, but Gator’s grin only widened.

“Oh, but you forget, sweetheart. I’m the law,” he chuckled darkly, his eyes screwing shut moments later as he came, as if it were the thought of her in handcuffs that had tipped him over the edge.

Panting heavily, he pressed his face to her chest while he composed himself. “Did you cum?” he asked suddenly, as if just remembering to ask, his large brown eyes seeking hers and Win shook her head.

“I was close, but no,” she answered truthfully, and Gator frowned, setting her down unsteadily.

“Fuck, sorry,” he muttered as they fixed their disheveled appearances, his disappointment in himself taking Win aback a little.

By all accounts, Gator seemed like just the type of guy who didn’t really care if his partner finished, as long as he was satisfied.

Except, the more time Win spent with him, the more she realized, Gator wasn’t exactly like she’d expected him to be. Sure, some of the shit that came out of his mouth was problematic as fuck, but it almost felt parroted, as if he were just repeating what he’d heard his whole life, and it was no surprise to her who he’d heard it from.

“It’s okay, you can pay me back later, Deputy,” Win drawled, slipping her arms around his shoulders as she raised up on her toes for a kiss, sighing as his lips moved against hers.

Gator raised a brow at her as he pulled back, his hands lingering at her waist. “Later?” he asked hopefully and Win bit her lip, nodding.

“Yeah, I have the night off, you should come over, watch some movies, play some video games, have some hot nasty sex on my couch,” she purred, grinning at him expectantly and Gator groaned.

“Fuck, Winnie, you’re gunna make me hard again,” he whined and she snickered, taking his hand to lead him to the door.

“You go ahead and I’ll follow, that way it won’t look like we just did what we did,” Win said, giving Gator a little shove and he chuckled as he turned back to wink at her before striding back out into the diner.

Fighting to keep a straight face, she stepped out moments later, returning the waitress’ smile and wave before she noticed Gator standing awkwardly at the end of a booth and her blood ran cold as she noticed who had just sat down.

When Roy Tillman’s eyes met hers, it felt like time slowed, the air around her turning thick like jelly and she forced herself to keep walking, Gator’s gaze catching hers helplessly before she pushed open the door and hurried outside. Something about the Sheriff’s sharp gaze made her feel weighed and judged, like some animal at the county fair, and she didn’t like it.

Gator swore under his breath when he saw his father walk through the door and tip his hat to the waitress, heading to his favourite booth. He’d taken a gamble meeting Win there, hoping Roy would be having breakfast with Karen and the twins.

As soon as Roy noticed him, Gator nodded to him, stopping at the end of the table to greet him.

“Looks like we had the same idea today,” he chuckled, looping his thumbs through his belt loops as he shifted his weight from boot to boot, hoping Roy wouldn’t notice Win leaving, though she’d have to walk right past them to get to the door.

“Guess so,” Roy mused, half glancing over the menu, though he always ordered the same thing, when suddenly his eyes lifted, fixing on something just past Gator. He could smell Win’s perfume as she passed and glanced over at her as she hesitated for a moment at the door before pushing it open.

Once the door shut, the bell on the handle chiming her departure, Roy glanced back up at him and nodded toward the seat across from him as the waitress came with a cup and her pot of coffee.

“Sit with me,” he murmured, and Gator did so, scooting into the booth and resting his arm across the back of the bench.

Roy waited for his coffee to be poured and the waitress to confirm his usual order before speaking, his gaze focused on the steaming cup in his hand.

“Am I to assume you expect me to believe that was merely a coincidence?” he murmured, taking a careful sip from his cup before his eyes flicked up to Gator's, his sharp gaze seeming to see right through him.

Gator shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding eye contact. “That what’s a coincidence?” he asked, frowning in confusion and Roy let out a disappointed sigh, thanking the waitress as she set his food in front of him.

“That was the girl I told you to stay away from,” he continued, taking a bite of the crispy strip of bacon. “And you ignored my advice because–? What, you think you know better than me?”

“I don’t know what you’re–” Gator mumbled, only for Roy to cut him off.

“Don’t insult my intelligence, son,” he snapped, his eyes boring into Gator’s. “You’ve been coming home late, if at all, you’re neglecting your chores, you’re distracted,” he listed off, taking a bite of his eggs. “It’s not hard to see where your head’s at.”

Gator opened his mouth, a slew of excuses ready on his tongue, but he quickly swallowed them as his father took a deep breath, as if deciding something.

“I suppose you are a man now, and you can make your own decisions, as long as you understand that she’s not proper wife material… as she is now.”

Gator frowned, just the barest downward twitch of lips and knitting of brow, but he didn’t argue.

“Now, I got two stipulations if you insist on continuing to see this girl,” Roy said, holding up two fingers. “One,” he ticked off, “you pick up the slack with your chores on the ranch, and two–” he brought the second finger down as well– “you bring her to Sunday dinner so we can meet her properly.”

“Uh, I dunno if that’s such a good idea,” Gator muttered, earning himself another sharp look.

“You questioning my judgement?”

Gator gulped, shaking his head quickly. “No! No, it’s just… uh, I’m confused. I thought you said–” he trailed off, stumbling over his own tongue and Roy let out a long suffering sigh.

“It’ll be good for her to spend some time around honest folk, and maybe Karen can show her how a proper woman acts,” he drawled, and Gator quickly nodded in understanding, though he already knew Win wasn’t gunna like it.

“Alright then, get goin’ now,” Roy said, nodding toward the door. “We’ll see you and your girl Sunday.”

Gator nearly tripped climbing out of the booth, trying to figure out how to persuade Win to go.

When Gator showed up later that night–for it could be no one but Gator, with that booming cop’s knock–Win answered the door in a pair of shorts and one of his black tees he’d left behind, her nipples hard under the dark fabric, having forgone a bra when she’d thrown it on after her shower. The pungent smell of weed clung to her, and Gator leaned against the door frame, unabashedly looking her up and down as he got a whiff.

“You been smokin’ in here, miss?” he drawled, his lips stretching into a sly grin and Win shrugged, not even bothering to deny it.

“You gunna arrest me, Deputy?” she asked, arching a challenging brow at him.

“I just might have to,” Gator replied, running his tongue over his molars as he shook his head in bemusement.

Win eyed him skeptically. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” she asked, tugging him inside and shutting the door, pressing her back to it when Gator took a step closer, pressing his hands to either side of her head, boxing her in.

“Oh, you have no idea, Princess,” he drawled, watching her lips hungrily.

“I’m really not surprised,” she teased, slipping under his arm to flit past him, leaving him wanting more, and Gator let out a frustrated breath, toeing off his boots and shrugging out of his leather jacket before following her.

“You got any weed left?” he asked and Win threw her head back in laughter.

“You’re such a shit cop,” she snorted, pointing to her pipe laying on the coffee table next to her lighter.

“Hey, I’m the law, remember, sweetheart?” Gator scoffed, snatching the pipe and bringing the mouth to his lips.

“I’m not sure that’s how the law works,” Win murmured, rolling her eyes as Gator struggled to get the lighter to light, flicking the wheel several times before a flame appeared and he took a long draw.

Win leaned against the wall, trying not to stare too intently when he finally blew the smoke out in a long stream, the effect somewhat ruined by the coughing fit that followed, and she snickered, shaking her head.

“I’ve got a frozen pizza and some wings in the oven,” she said, nodding toward the kitchen. “You want something to drink?” she offered, telling herself she was just being a good host and not waiting on him hand and foot.

“Got any Mtn. Dew?” Gator asked, sinking onto the couch and grabbing the remote, flipping through the channels til he found something he liked.

Win reappeared several minutes later with two bottles, dropping one in Gator’s lap before plopping down next to him and taking a swig from her own.

“Die Hard, nice,” she murmured, snatching her lighter and the pipe from the table before leaning back and resting her legs in Gator’s lap, the light from the tv screen illuminating her face in the dark room as she took another hit.

She hadn’t been planning on getting high that night, but their near run in with Roy that morning had her nerves on edge and she’d ended up swinging by her dealer’s trailer on the way home before she realized that’s where she’d been headed. And though she was curious as hell if the Sheriff had sussed them out, saying something to Gator after she’d left, she wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up.

It weren’t as if they were dating…

“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” she murmured, taking another swig of her Mtn Dew, her eyes finding his in the dim light.

Gator frowned in thought, his large hand resting on her ankle, thumb drawing circles against her cool skin. “You know I used to play football?” he asked, not really waiting for her response before continuing. “I was All County quarterback senior year, a real winner,” he boasted, his gaze turning far away, as if lost in memory.

“So you were a real hot shot, huh?” Win mused, having a bit of a hard time picturing it, if she was being honest. “I’m surprised you didn’t have cheerleaders falling over you left and right,” she teased and Gator wrinkled his nose at her, clearly not amused.

“Oh, I did. The only problem was, they were all members of the Abstinence Club,” he huffed. “The only action I got was over the clothes and awkward handies while making out,” he admitted with a scowl, just waiting for Win’s amused laughter.

“Aw, you poor thing,” she cooed instead, a hint of condescension in her tone, biting her lip to keep from giggling, just imagining Gator’s frustration. “Weren’t there any freaky girls you could’ve gotten with? You know, anti-social goth girls that wouldn’t turn their noses up at fucking the quarterback?” she wondered.

“Unfortunately, no,” Gator sighed, letting his head fall back against the couch. “It’s a pity you didn’t go to high school with me.”

“You think I would’ve fucked you back then?” she teased and Gator snorted.

“Course you would’ve, you can’t keep your hands off me,” he boasted, a smug grin twisting his lips. “You’re such a shit,” Win scoffed, though she couldn’t hold back her answering grin, knowing he was probably right.

“Can I get another hit of that?” Gator asked, nodding to the pipe in her hand and Win followed his gaze, sitting up slightly. Instead of handing it to him, however, she brought it to her mouth, lighting the bud and taking a long drawl, the light from the small flame illuminating her face. Holding the smoke in her lungs, she crooked her finger, beckoning him closer, peering up at him through her lashes.

Frowning in confusion, Gator leaned in, gasping in surprise as Win tilted her head as if to kiss him, their lips nearly touching before slowly exhaling the stream of smoke into his mouth.

Gator’s eyelids fluttered as he inhaled the pungent smoke, a soft groan catching in his throat before he surged forward the rest of the way, capturing Win’s lips in a searing kiss that took her just as off guard as she’d taken him, pinning her beneath him.

“That was fuckin’ hot,” Gator breathed between deepening kisses, his tongue writhing against hers, exploring her mouth boldly as his free hand traversed her body, slipping under the hem of her shirt to cover her breast, greedily massaging her beneath the dark fabric, his fingers tweaking her pert nipple, playing with her piercing to draw a desperate moan from her.

“Gator–” Win breathed, squirming beneath his touch, arousal pooling low in her gut and seeping through the thin fabric between her legs.

“Hmm?” he hummed, grinding against her, his bulge obvious beneath the rough fabric of his cargo pants and she whined as it pressed against her aching heat, the sudden shrill cry of the oven timer interrupting the moment.

“Shit, I gotta get the food out,” she groaned, half halfheartedly pushing against Gator, a gasp leaving her lips as his mouth found her pulse point, his canines sinking into her skin.

“Ignore it,” he mumbled, grinding harder against her as he pinched at her nipple, his tongue soothing the love bite at her throat.

“It’ll burn,” Win argued, biting back the moan that sprang to her lips before pushing Gator back, nearly kneeing him in the groin as she rolled out from under him. He let out a frustrated growl, but the rumble in the pit of his stomach reminded him just how hungry he was, the smell from the kitchen making his mouth water.

“Win!” he called, palming himself over his pants before adjusting his half softened length. “Hurry up, I’m starving,” he whined, leaning back against the couch to peer into the kitchen to see if she was coming.

“You’d get it faster if you got off your ass,” he called back, finally rounding the corner back to the sofa, two plates in hand.

“Oh, you’re an angel,” Gator cried, reaching for the plate she held just out of reach, waiting for a ‘thank you’.

“Close enough,” she snorted in amusement, letting him have his food before sitting back down next to him and propping her feet on the edge of the coffee table.

Silence fell as the two of them dug in, watching the movie as they ate.

“So…” Win mused around a mouthful of pizza, her eyes flicking from the tv screen to Gator. “When’re we gunna talk about this kink you have with restraining me?” she asked, her lips twitching at the way he froze, half eaten wing still hanging from his sticky fingers.

“What? Who says I—“ Gator cut off mid sentence at the knowing look in Win’s eyes. “I dunno,” he mumbled, sucking the rest of the meat from the wing before dropping the bones to his plate. “Just like the idea of being in control, I guess. Like seeing you helpless,” he murmured, clearing his throat.

Win nodded. “I like being helpless sometimes,” she mused, watching his reaction. “Don’t see why we couldn’t try that sometime.” She shrugged nonchalantly and Gator had to swallow, needing to work moisture back into his mouth.

“As long as you let me return the favour,” Win added, grabbing her pop bottle for a swig. “You look awfully cute yourself when you’re squirming under me, whining for me to let you cum.”

Gator flushed, his eyes falling to his plate, not sure he wanted her to know how much he enjoyed that as well.

“Think we should decide on a safe word before we delve into those fantasies,” she mused. “Maybe something simple as ‘yellow’ for slow down and ‘red’ for a hard stop,” she suggested. “Think you can remember that?”

“Yeah, course,” Gator huffed, rubbing at his nose with his knuckle before making to suck his fingers clean of sauce.

Before he could finish, Win caught his hand, wrapping her lips around the first finger, her tongue curling around his digit before hollowing her cheeks to suck, pulling his finger from her mouth with a soft pop before repeating the process with his next finger, her eyes not leaving his.

Gator’s mouth fell open as he watched, a moan catching in his throat. “Fuck, Win,” he hissed, his cock once more straining against the confines of his pants. “You really know how t’make me hard.”

Win smiled, leaning in to whisper in his ear once she’d finished sucking his fingers clean. “Yeah well, I’m really fucking wet right now,” she breathed, licking a wet stripe along the shell of his ear.

“Oh shit–” Gator groaned, his eyelids fluttering as his hips gave an involuntary jerk.

“Are you gunna be a good boy for me?” Win asked, placing her hand over the bulge in his cargos. “Gunna let me ride you?”

Gator let out a shaky breath, clearly itching to free his throbbing length, but holding back, waiting for Win’s permission.

“Uh huh, I’ll be good,” he whispered breathlessly, wetting his lips as he pleaded with his eyes. “Need you so bad,” she whined and Win’s grin grew. She loved that he was two sides of the same coin–cocky and demanding one minute and needy and submissive the next.

“Good boy,” she purred, grasping the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her head in one swift motion, letting it fall to the floor as she leaned in to kiss him, her hands slipping under his shirt as her tongue flicked against his, her palms sliding up his stomach and chest as she worked the tight fabric over his head.

Breaking the kiss just long enough to rid him of the garment, her mouth was back on his as her hands went to his pants, making quick work of his belt and zipper. As soon as his cock was free, Win stood, hooking her thumbs under the elastic of her shorts and shimmying them down along with her soiled panties, letting Gator watch, his eyes caressing her body like a man starved before she crawled astride him, too needy to tease him any further.

“Need you,” she breathed against his lips, her tongue meeting his as she ground down against him, coating his twitching length in her slick.

Gator’s answering groan was quickly swallowed and his hands circled her hips tightly, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he guided her movements and Win reached between them to grasp his cock, lining him up with her slick entrance and sinking down onto him, their moans blending together.

“Feel so good,” Gator grunted, his mouth falling open as she began to ride him, her hips rolling fluidly against him, picking up speed as his gasp on her urged her on.

Not bothering to watch her volume, Win’s rising moans competed with the sloppy sound of her pussy as her smooth movements turned harried, instead bouncing in his lap, chasing her pleasure as he drowned in it.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” he gasped, exploding inside her without warning, her tits bouncing in his face as she milked him, pumping her fuller with each bounce.

“Shit—“ Gator whined, his head falling back against the couch as he panted for breath, kicking himself for cumming too soon.

“Sorry, I—“ he began, wincing as he softened inside her and Win surprised him by pressing a weary kiss to his lips, her sweat slicked forehead falling forward to rest against hers.

“Didn’t mean to cum so soon…”

Win shook her head. “It’s kinda hot,” she murmured, working moisture back into her mouth. “My pussy’s too good, you couldn’t hold back,” she said, her lips quirking slightly. “You know, there are other ways you can help me finish,” she added with a shrug and it was Gator’s turn to wet his lips as a thought occurred to him.

“Sit on my face.”

Win’s brows rose at how fast he suggested it. “You sure?” she asked. Gator’d had yet to test his oral skills and Win wasn’t exactly expecting much, but the husky way he said it made her stomach flip.

“Okay,” she breathed, helping him slide off the couch to the floor, his head resting back against the couch cushions while Win hovered over him, his spunk mixed with her arousal dripping down the inside of her thighs and he groaned at the sight, hooking his arms around her legs boxing in his face, bringing her down to his mouth.

“Oh–” she gasped as he kissed her, giving her clit an experimental lick, his tongue seeking her sensitive nub, swirling around it as he savoured her taste. It was so much sweeter than he’d expected and he moaned into her cunt, his eyelids fluttering as he grew bolder, tilting his chin upwards as his tongue pushed into her folds, exploring her already messy sex with fervor, his nose bumping against her clit with each movement.

“Y-yeah, yeah just like that,” Win murmured, her hands gripping the couch back as she rolled her hips, grinding against Gator’s face in her desperation for more friction.

His fingers bit into her thighs as he feasted on her, using his entire face to pleasure her, past caring about the mess that smeared his chin and cheeks, each gasp and moan he pulled from her felt like a badge of honour, driving him on, his tongue delving deeper before returning to her throbbing clit, lapping at it with broad relentless rolls of his tongue, breathing heavily through his nose as he drew her bundle of nerves between his lips to suck until she was shuddering, her thighs clamping tighter around his head.

“Oh fuck, GATOR–!” she cried, her hips stuttering as her climax hit her and she threw her head back, her entire body going rigid.

“Holy shit,” she whispered, collapsing to the couch and letting Gator breathe. “You can say that again,” he exclaimed, grabbing his shirt to wipe his face and taking a swig of pop before turning to look at her, a smug smirk gracing his swollen lips. “Seems like you enjoyed that,” he drawled, climbing to the couch with her and getting comfortable, laying half draped over her where she lay, their legs tangling as he snuggled closer.

“Don’t get cocky, Tillman,” Win teased, running her fingers through his mussed hair, the gelled strands half falling into his face as he rested his chin against her chest.

“Too late,” he chuckled huskily, licking his lips. “You taste really good, by the way,” he mused.

“Glad you think so,” she murmured, relaxing back against the throw pillow behind her, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “That was pretty hot how into it you were.”

Gator shrugged. “I like making you feel good.”

Win hummed, her fingers trailing down his smooth back, tracing lines between the dark moles and freckles that littered his skin.

“So, I was thinking… you should come to the ranch for Sunday dinner,” he murmured after a moment, his downturned eyes flicking up to hers hesitantly and Win frowned, her brows pinching.

“Gator, are you crazy? That sounds like a terrible idea,” she exclaimed, half pushing up to gape at him. “What about Roy? I thought the last thing we wanted was for him to know about this?” she asked, gesturing between the two of them.

Gator winced, hoping she wouldn’t freak out too much when he told her his dad already knew about them. “Actually, this was his idea…” he replied reluctantly.

“Really? Somehow I have a hard time believing that,” Win huffed, an uneasy feeling bubbling in her gut and she let out a soft groan. “That’s what he said to you after I left this morning, wasn’t it? He figured it out,” she murmured, reading the truth in his guilt filled gaze.

Gator nodded, the lines furrowing his brow deepening. “He said he wants to meet the girl I’ve been sneaking around with.”

A heavy rush of air whistled through Win’s teeth and she pressed a hand to her face. “I dunno, Gator, this all seems very official, and we’re–hell, I don’t really know what we are,” she exclaimed, letting her hand drop while her gaze instinctively sought his in the dim room.

“What do you want us to be?” he asked softly, a worried frown knitting his brows as he waited for her answer, his large brown eyes watching her earnestly.

“Aw Jesus, don’t do that,” Win groaned, snapping her eyes shut against the sight, too much for her to take in the moment—her chest tightening with an emotion she didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Do what?” Gator countered, nearly pouting, his frown deepening and Win groaned again when she opened her eyes.

“You know what!” she whined. “Stop looking at me with those damn eyes of yours.”

“What’s wrong with ‘em?” Gator asked, a small smirk playing at his lips when he realized the power he had over her with just a look.

“They’re dangerous!” Win exclaimed, trying to turn away, but Gator was having none of it.

“Yeah, and why’s that?” he countered, grabbing her chin to force her to face him and she huffed a sigh.

“Because they’re more beautiful than they have any fuckin’ right to be,” Win breathed, wincing when Gator’s grin widened.

“Fine!” she huffed, cornered. “I like seeing you, alright?” she conceded, feeling her cheeks burn. “But I like how easy this is–how it’s been–and-and I’m afraid putting a label on it is gunna complicate everything. I don’t wanna get hurt,” she explained, her words growing smaller at the end of her outburst and Gator’s expression softened.

“I don’t wanna hafta hide you anymore, Win. I wanna show off my girl. Fuck, I want everyone to know you’re mine. Is that so bad?” he murmured, searching her face.

“Your girl?” Win scoffed before softening, her resolve weakening—those two little words sending her stomach fluttering.

“C’mon Winnie, be the Ripley to my John McClane,” he uttered with all seriousness, using the line from one of her favourite songs against her and Win barked an incredulous laugh, her doubt forgotten for a moment.

“I can’t believe you actually just made that reference!” she exclaimed, hiding her face against his forehead and Gator stiffened.

“Hey, I listened to that mix you made me. Some of it was weird, granted, but I liked that line!” he yelped defensively.

“Now, how the hell can I say no when you compare me to one of the most badass women in movie history?” Win murmured, shaking her head in bemusement.

“You can’t.” Gator shrugged, half holding his breath as he waited for her answer.

“Alright, fine, I’ll be your girl,” Win relented, rolling her eyes and Gator sobered at her flippant tone, the amusement draining from his face.

"Don’t get my hopes up if you're just gonna leave like everyone else,” he murmured, and Win felt a block of ice drop into her stomach. All this time she’d been so focused on how he could hurt her, never giving any thought to the fact that she could hurt him just as badly, that his feelings for her might be that deep, and it took her by surprise at just how serious he was.

“I won’t,” she breathed, turning his face toward her, her eyes searching his, the vulnerability in his gaze twisting her heart. They’d never talked about his mother before, but if her friends were to be believed, she’d apparently run off when he was young, leaving him with his father.

“I mean it,” she insisted, her breath wavering. “Just… don’t make me regret it,” she whispered and Gator nodded.

“I won’t,” he echoed, letting out a breath she hadn’t noticed he’d been holding. “Does this mean you’ll come?” he asked and Win sighed.

“Yeah, but they’re gunna hate me,” she reminded him, anxiety prickling her gut.

“Just don’t get political, and wear your nicest dress and those boots you look so good in,” he said, the tension leaching from his body as he rested his cheek against her chest, nuzzling closer to her.

“I hope you know what you’re talking about,” Win whispered, but she felt herself relaxing as well, slipping her arms around him, the weight of his embrace calming her somewhat.

“Trust me,” he murmured.

Win squeezed her eyes shut, hoping she could—hoping she wasn’t making a mistake. She knew this meant she’d be walking willingly into the wolves’ den, but at least Gator would be there with her. He wouldn’t feed her to the wolves.

At least, she hoped so.

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01. | Please, Deputy?

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 1.6k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, oral (m!receiving), face fucking, dubcon/coercion (somewhat, if you squint), pervy!gator, inexperienced virgin!gator ⇾ a/n: Gator's got me in a chokehold, so here we go and I've got plenty more ideas where this came from.

Win gets caught speeding. One more ticket and her license is suspended, and she can’t have that. When she offers to do anything to get out of getting a ticket, the good Deputy takes her up on her offer.

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“Shit shit shit,” Win hissed under her breath as blue and reds appeared in her rearview mirror. By the time she’d flown past the sheriff’s car parked at the corner, she knew it was too late. “Fuck!” she growled, smacking her hand on the steering wheel as she reluctantly slowed and pulled off the road. She’d already had three tickets in the past six months, with this one her license would be good as suspended.

Letting out a heavy sigh, she reached in her glove compartment for her registration and insurance card, waiting for the telltale crunch of boots on gravel, signaling the officer’s approach.

“Goin’ a little fast there, ey Lewis?”

Win winced at the familiar voice. Of course it had to be Gator Tillman.

“Deputy,” she greeted flatly, staring straight ahead, already holding out her license to him.

“How fast you think you were going there?” he repeated, plucking the card from her fingers, and Win shrugged noncommittally.

“Dunno, maybe sixty, sixty five,” she lied, knowing full well it was far more than that.

“Try close on eighty,” Gator snorted, turning his head and spitting on the ground before leaning against the side of her Chevelle with one arm. “I’m afraid I’m gunna need to see your registration and proof of insurance,” he prompted, not sounding very sorry at all. “Really?” Win sighed, finally turning to look at him. “C’mon, Gator, can’t you just let this one slide? Please? I can’t afford to lose my license,” she pleaded, her voice cracking.

“I dunno…” Gator mused, peering at her from under the bill of his Stark County Sheriff cap with those big brown eyes of his. “Seems like you haven’t learned your lesson yet, missy. I’m just doin’ my job, you know?” he drawled, his lips curling into a smirk.

“C’mon, Gator, don’t make me beg,” Win whined, scowling at the smug look on his face before taking a deep breath, hating how low she was about to stoop. “Isn’t there anything I can do to change your mind?” she asked pointedly, hoping this was an offer a little perv like him wouldn’t be able to pass up.

Gator wet his lips, the gears turning as he stared at her, her words sinking in.

“Anything?” he asked, a hopeful look flickering in his eyes. “Just for the record, what exactly are you offerin’, Winnie?”

Win rolled her eyes, ignoring the overly familiar nickname and the way it sounded on his lips. “Do I gotta spell it out for you, Deputy? I’ll suck your cock if you forget how fast I was goin',” she huffed impatiently.

“Really?” Gator yelped, hastily clearing his throat and straightening, adjusting his camo cargo pants against the growing bulge beneath the fabric. “I mean, alright, since you insisted,” he said, rubbing his nose and shrugging, trying not to appear too eager.

“You’re clean, right?” Win asked, looking him up and down doubtfully as she pushed her door open and stepped out onto the pavement.

“Whaddaya mean? I showered this mornin’,” he answered with a frown, lifting an arm and discreetly smelling himself.

Win rolled her eyes, stepping closer. “I mean, you don’t have any STI’s or anything like that, right?”

“Oh! Uh, no,” Gator exclaimed, nervously adjusting his ball cap, as if unsure what exactly to do with his gloved hands.

“You sure?” Win pressed, suspicious of the way he dodged her gaze.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he muttered defensively. “I’ve never, uh–” his words trailed off as a dark flush rose up his neck.

“Never fucked anyone?” Win snorted and his expression darkened.

“You gunna suck my dick or not?” Gator snapped, palming himself impatiently.

Win glanced toward his cruiser. “Yeah, just– your dash cam’s not on, right? I don’t want footage of this floating around,” she murmured and Gator followed her gaze.

“It’s off,” he assured her, a little too quickly. “I swear,” he insisted when she looked doubtful. “C’mon, would I lie to you?” he asked, spreading his hands and offering her a lopsided grin that made her pulse quicken traitorously and heat rise to her face, her own body betraying her.

“Probably,” she muttered, but didn’t argue further, pushing him back against the side of her car and holding his gaze as she lowered herself to her knees before him.

“Oh fuck–” Gator breathed, his voice hoarse, and he quickly fumbled at his belt, easing his pants down enough to free his throbbing cock from his boxers.

When it sprung free, Win unconsciously licked her lips, admiring him discreetly, his mushroom head a pretty pink, pre cum already glistening at his slit. Closing her eyes, she wrapped a hand around his base, steadying herself as she opened her mouth, her tongue swiping a long slow stripe up the bottom of his length before swirling agilely around his pulsing head.

Gator let out a whimper that melted to a loud groan as his head fell back, resting against the top of the car behind him with a soft thunk, his mouth falling open. One of his hands slipped behind Win’s head, his gloved fingers tangling in her hair.

“Shit, your mouth feels so good,” he breathed, his hips bucking involuntarily as she swallowed more of him, gagging as he hit the back of her throat suddenly, her nose buried in his dark thatch of hair at his base.

“Sorry,” he grunted, fighting to still himself as Win’s head began to bob, picking up pace.

“Oh shitshitshit, goddamn baby, your mouth feels so good,” he repeated, Win’s saliva rolling down her chin and his balls. “God, you’re so good at this,” he hissed, his grip on her head tightening, hips jerking forward again.

Win breathed through her nose, humming in response, her body flushing hotly at his praise despite the disgust that followed. Opening her jaw wider, she gave in to letting him fuck her face, letting him use her for his pleasure.

The sounds he made were almost sinful and Win squeezed his thigh with her other hand, fighting not to touch herself to relieve the aching heat building between her own thighs and pooling in her panties.

“Shit, I’m close,” Gator whined breathlessly, his cock swelling in her throat. “Gunna cum all over your pretty mouth, Winnie. You’re such a good little slut for me,” he babbled, growing more confident as his thrusts turned sloppy.

Tears pricked the corners of Win’s eyes, catching in her lashes as her jaw began to ache and Gator hissed sharply as her teeth grazed him, but he was already cumming, shooting white ropes down her throat, flooding her mouth with his salty essence, a guttural string of curses leaving his lips as he emptied himself, his eyes practically rolling back in his head.

Finally stilling, his cock going soft, the Deputy fought to catch his breath, watching greedily as Win pulled back, some of his seed rolling down her chin and glistening on her pink lips.

“Wait—“ he said, grabbing her by the chin to hold her in place. “Open,” he instructed, wanting to see the mess he’d made and Win obeyed, opening her mouth for him before swallowing, her eyes flicking up to his.

“Good girl,” he murmured, releasing her, and Win quickly wiped her chin with the back of her hand before getting unsteadily to her feet, Gator tucking himself back into his boxers and zipping up his pants.

“Careful,” he said, reaching out to steady her and noticing the tears glistening in her lashes. “You okay?” he asked, suddenly worried he’d hurt her.

“Never better,” Win huffed, her voice dripping sarcasm, but she didn’t pull away from him, trying to ignore the heat pulsing between her legs and the intrusive thought that accompanied it—wondering how pretty Gator’d look between her thighs, those big brown eyes looking up at her eagerly as he made her cum on his mouth.

He probably wouldn’t even be able to find my clit, she reminded herself. So why was the idea of her helping him learn so appealing?

“You sure you’re good, Win? Your face is really red,” he pointed out. “Need me to escort you home, make sure you get there alright?”

Gator’s words pulled her from her thoughts and she cleared her throat, swallowing sorely.

“I’m sure,” she replied quickly and he finally released her arm. “Wouldn’t be in this predicament if not for you,” she muttered, though she found it strangely sweet of him to offer.

Gator nodded, adjusting his cap. “Right then, guess I’ll be seein’ ya,” he murmured. “Oh—your license,” he remembered, handing it back to her. “Night, Lewis,” he said, looping his thumbs in his belt as he ambled back to his cruiser.

“Yeah, night Deputy,” Win murmured, watching him walk away before shaking herself and pulling her car door open. She had to get home to take care of something, her panties practically soaked through, though the last thing she wanted was for Gator to know that, to know the effect he’d had on her.

“Oh, and take it easy on the road, ey? Would hate to have to pull you over again,” Gator called, a shit eating grin pulling at his lips.

Win rolled her eyes, sticking her hand out the window to flip him off before driving away.

Back in his cruiser, Gator watched her peel out, chuckling to himself before opening the laptop mounted to his console. Biting his lip, he checked the dash cam recording, heat flooding him afresh as he watched her get to her knees. Saving the video, he made a copy, backing it up on a thumb drive he slipped into his pocket before deleting the footage from record and pulling back out onto the road, his stomach growling loudly. After that, he really needed a snack.

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don’t waste your time (on me) [g.t]

07. | Anything You Say Can and Will Be Held Against You (So Only Say My Name)

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 6.2k words ⇾ tags/warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, misogynistic themes, death/blood, Roy being an asshole, cnc (consensual noncon), role play, rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, dom!gator, spanking, pussy slapping, knife play, handcuffs, ownership kink ⇾ a/n. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💚

After Munch kills his partner and Gator gets a dressing down from Roy, he desperately needs to let off some steam and feel like a winner. Luckily, Win is only too happy to oblige.

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Gator’s watch buzzed on his wrist and he stirred, groaning as he lifted his head from Win’s lap. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but the events from earlier had left him more exhausted than he’d realized, and Win’s lap and the way she ran her fingers through his hair after she’d sucked his soul through his dick was so comforting, he’d drifted off almost instantly.

The tv played softly in the background, but it seemed Win had fallen asleep as well, and Gator got up slowly, careful not to jostle her awake. She looked so soft in her sleep, so vulnerable. He still couldn’t quite believe she was his, that he got to see her like this – especially with how hostile she’d been when they first met, but it was that fiery personality that’d only made him want her more.

“Where’re you going?” she mumbled, stirring as Gator stood, adjusting his cargo pants and snug black t-shirt.

“Gotta head to work,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss the top of her head and she groaned, her lip pushing out in a pout.

“Do you have to?” she whined, her voice still heavy with sleep. “Can’t you take the night off, since you’re injured?”

Gator frowned, he wished he could simply stay home with her, but he knew if he did, Roy wouldn’t be pleased and he didn’t want to look like a pussy that needed to be babied.

“I’m fine, ‘sides, I have a responsibility,” he insisted before softening once more. “I’ll text you later,” he said, stealing one more kiss before shrugging on his tactical vest and bending to tie up his boots.

“Be safe!” Win called after him, stretching out on the couch and pulling a blanket over her.

Outside, Gator walked to the end of the drive and leaned against Win’s Chevelle to wait for Deputy Nugent to come pick him up. Bringing his vape to his lips, he took a long drag, savouring the sweet taste on his tongue before blowing the vapour out, the white cloud hanging in the cool evening air for a moment before dissipating.

Soon Gator’d need to start wearing his cold weather gear. The forecast for Halloween said snow, only a few days away.

Gator wriggled his fingers under the cast and grimaced, his jaw clenching at the pang of pain that raced up his arm and soon returned to a dull ache. He took another drag off his vape, hoping the nicotine would dull his nerves. Now that he didn’t have Win distracting him his thoughts returned to Ole Munch, the fucker who’d busted his wrist and gotten away. For a moment he wondered where the skirt wearing freak would have gone. Hopefully, into the wind and out of their hair, but he fought the urge to look over his shoulder, worry prickling in his gut that the strange man might come for revenge.

If he was smart, he’d move on.

It stung, the fact that he’d managed to turn the tables on him so easily, and Gator still couldn’t banish the memory of his dad’s expression as he stood over him, Gator holding his useless arm to his chest, tears streaming down his face and the contents of his stomach still coming up–disgusted, but not surprised.

If he ever got his hands on Munch, he’d make the man wish he’d never been born.

Nugent’s police truck pulling up to the curb in front of him tore Gator from his thoughts and he pocketed his vape and pushed off Win’s car to climb in the passenger seat.

“Where’s your cruiser?” the other deputy asked, and Gator glowered at him, awkwardly buckling his seat belt.

“At home. Win picked me up from the hospital,” he explained with a grunt and Nugent nodded, his eyes falling to Gator’s cast. Noticing Win’s doodles, he let out an amused snort.

“Property of Win, huh? Jesus, Gator, you’re so fuckin’ whipped.”

Gator’s brows pinched and he fought the urge to hide his cast. “No I ain’t, shut the fuck up,” he huffed, adjusting the brim of his hat and scooting down further in his seat.

“She must be a damn good lay for you to put up with the rest of her,” Nugent chuckled, turning his eyes back to the road.

“I ain’t putting up with her,” Gator muttered sullenly, turning prickly. “You’re just jealous cause she’s hotter than your fiance,” he drawled, earning him a hard look from the other man.

“Careful.”

“You fuckin’ started it,” Gator replied and Nugent didn’t respond, knowing Gator had a point.

“Seriously though, you can’t really be serious ‘bout her, are you? You know Roy’d never allow it.”

Gator tensed, grabbing his vape and taking an angry puff. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not, but I don’t see how it’s any of your fuckin’ business,” he snapped. “Don’t we got work to do?” he added, hoping to steer the conversation away from his relationship. He didn’t need any more reminders about how his dad felt about Win.

“Someone’s in a mood,” Nugent murmured, his voice tinged with amusement.

“Yeah well, let’s see how cheery you’d be with a busted wrist,” Gator muttered, glancing out the window. “Turn off here, I gotta take a piss,” he said, nodding toward the lone filling station up ahead.

Nugent parked and climbed out as well to top off the tank while Gator headed inside, some asshole nearly hitting his bad arm with the door as he pushed it open. Already in a pissy mood, Gator hastily stepped back out of the way, raising his cast and giving the guy a dirty look before stepping past him and into the convenience store.

Half the building’s front windows had been busted out in a recent shoot out, just the day before, and the gaping holes had been covered with sheets of plywood and plastic til they could be replaced.

Gator glanced around before heading back to the men’s room and stepping up to the urinal, freeing himself to take a leak. The stall closest to the wall had caution tape across the door and Gator peered inside as he zipped his trousers back up, noting the busted toilet where one of the assailants had fallen and cracked open his skull.

Gator wet his lips. He’d been the one to hire the man.

Not that he could really find it in himself to feel all that bad for his fate. No, it was the woman who’d killed him that weighed on his mind.

At one point Gator had thought he’d never see Nadine again, not after she left–disappeared one day, just like his mom, just like she’d swore she’d never do.

Gator left the bathroom and ambled to the drink coolers at the back, picking out a bottle of Mtn Dew and grabbing a bag of spicy jerky on the way to the counter to pay, drumming his fingers impatiently as he waited for his card to go through.

“You got the security tapes from last night?” he asked idly, glancing up toward the camera facing him high up on the wall behind the counter.

The attendant glanced back over his shoulder at where Gator was looking and shook his head. “Nah, I think some other cops took the whole system already.”

Gator nodded, grabbing his snacks. Back in the truck, he leaned back in his seat to wait for Nugent, taking a bite of jerky and washing it down with a swig of pop.

“What the hell’s takin’ ‘im so long?” he muttered under his breath, only to jerk back in alarm when he caught sight of Nugent’s lifeless body on the pavement near the back of the truck, a large hunting knife buried in his chest.

“Oh shit–” Gator swore, hastily reaching for his service pistol as he reluctantly climbed out of the truck, his head on a swivel as he rounded the vehicle–afraid that whoever had killed Nugent was still there, waiting to take him out as well.

Shuffling nervously toward his partner’s body, Gator took a shuddering breath, his stomach turning at the dark growing pool at his feet. Careful not to step in it, he peered down at Nugent and frowned. Pinned to his chest by the knife was a message scrawled on a piece of used cardboard.

You owe me.

Munch.

Gator let out the breath he’d been holding and holstered his gun, instead pulling out his phone. Roy wouldn’t be happy about this, but they needed to get it cleaned up and he couldn’t exactly call it out over the radio.

“Yeah?”

Gator sucked air through his teeth at his dad’s brusque greeting, steeling himself.

“Nugent’s dead. Munch got him.”

There was a long pause, followed by a heavy sigh. “Where are you?”

“The Revere filling station outside of Beulah.”

“Stay there. I’ll be there shortly.”

The line clicked and Gator glanced around. Luckily, the area was pretty well deserted, but he couldn’t leave Nugent’s body just laying there in case anyone saw it. While he waited for Roy to arrive, he set to work hauling Nugent into the truck bed and covering him with a tarp before finding a hose around the side of the building to wash the blood away.

When his father’s truck pulled up, Gator jumped down from the truck cab where he’d been waiting, having pulled around behind the building and mostly out of sight.

“Called you directly. Didn’t want this goin’ out on the wire. Didn’t know what to do with him, so I put him in the back.”

“And where were you?” Roy asked, lifting the tarp covering Nugent’s body.

Gator shifted on his feet, glancing away. “I was drainin’ the snake, two minutes, in and out.”

Roy sighed, dropping the tarp and planting his hands on his hips. “Did you get a look at the tape?”

Gator shook his head. “State cops took the whole system last night on account of the other thing,” he explained before letting out a scoff and copying his father’s posture. “Can you believe this guy? Comin’ back to the scene of the crime? Doin’ that?” he said, gesturing to Nugent’s body. “Talk about big balls.”

“Yeah well, I bet yours shriveled up a little bit on account of him gettin’ the jump on ya… again,” Roy countered, giving Gator a hard look, disappointment radiating off him.

Gator glanced at Roy, realizing he was right before yanking his hat from his head in frustration, smacking against his leg angrily. “Son of a bitch!” he growled, carrying on for a moment before his dad rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed at the outburst.

“Alright, are ya done?”

Gator heaved a breath, his jaw flexing as he fought to wrangle his temper, turning back to his father and slipping his hat back on his head.

“Tell me again where you found this… Munch guy? Is that really his name, Ole Munch?” Roy asked and Gator shrugged, rolling his shoulders uncomfortably.

“He says it… Oola,” he explained. “A-and I didn’t find him, I found his partner.”

“What, the guy with his head in the toilet?”

Gator nodded.

“Alright well… first order of business, we need information. Find out who this guy is. Priors, known accomplices, known hangouts. Then we smoke him loose,” Roy sighed.

“If he comes for us again–”

“Oh believe me, he’s coming. Sleep with your hammer cocked, is my opinion, if you sleep at all,” Roy interrupted, shaking his head before returning to business. “Alright, the truck goes in a ditch, Nugent behind the wheel, report the cause of death as accidental. Then you go to his fiance’s and break the news.”

Gator nodded. “What’re you gunna do?”

“Don’t worry about what I’m gunna do, alright?” Roy grunted, pointing at him. “You’re oh for two here, kid. How do I teach ya to be a winner you keep losin’ all the time?”

At his father’s words, Gator’s face fell. “I swear to God, him versus me, man to man, I’d wipe the floor with him,” he insisted.

Roy snorted. “Yeah right. Like high noon? Yeah, that only happens in the movies, son. Real life, they’ll slit your throat while you waiting for the light to change,” he muttered, clapping Gator on the shoulder before turning away, leaving him to clean up the mess.

As soon as the Sheriff was gone, Gator pulled his phone from his pocket, shooting off a text to Win. As much as he’d wanted to return to her bed after his shift, it seemed he’d have to wait. Besides, if his father was right about Munch coming after them, maybe it was better if he didn’t put Win in harm’s way for the moment.

Win grabbed a clean bar towel to wipe down the counter, only half paying attention to the mostly empty room. It was still pretty early on a weeknight and Frankie’s only really bustled on the weekends.

“Okay, who wants to be the one to tell the creep in the corner to order something or get out?” Lydia asked, pulling Win from her thoughts and she turned to where her friend had glanced moments ago.

Sure enough, sitting alone at a small table in the far corner of the room was a man Win had never seen before, and she knew all the weekday regulars.

“How long has he been there?” Beau asked, leaning through the kitchen pick up window.

“Nearly an hour,” Lydia answered with a frown.

“He’s just been sitting there?”

“Yeah, staring at Win.”

“Wait, what?” Win asked, her head snapping toward the others.

“Yeah, I’m sure. You haven’t noticed?” Lydia murmured. “Do you know him?”

Win turned back toward the stranger, a shiver racing up her back when she found him watching her, his hard gaze unwavering.

“No, never seen him before.”

“Should I call Frankie?” Lydia asked hesitantly, fidgeting nervously and Win sighed, shaking her head.

“It’s okay, I’ll go talk to him, see what the fuck he wants from me.”

“You sure?” Beau asked at the same time Lydia urged her to be careful.

Win nodded to her friends as she rounded the bar and made her way toward the man’s table. Heading closer, she got a better look at him, tucking the details away in case she’d need to recount them to the police later–though he seemed placid enough for the moment.

As she approached, the man’s eyes narrowed, regarding her stoically, his weathered face giving nothing away.

“Hey,” she called, planting her hands on her hips as she stopped several paces in front of him. “I’m gunna hafta ask you to order something, or you’ll hafta leave.”

The man barely reacted, his large mouth twitching downward as his gnarled hands balled into fists atop his knees. Win noticed beneath his fur lined coat, he seemed to be wearing a pleated wool kilt with leggings and heavy leather boots–not something many locals would wear–and his hair was an unusual cut.

“C’mon man, don’t make this hard on me. I don’t really wanna hafta call the cops,” Win said, holding her breath, ready to jump back if need be, but the man merely nodded slowly, ducking his head, and Win had to stifle a gasp at the large gash sliced through his ear.

“A man can drink,” he finally spoke, a strange cadence to his heavily accented speech.

“Good,” Win sighed, letting out the breath she’d been holding. “What should I bring you?”

The man seemed to think for a moment. “ A man will drink… whatever is cheapest.”

Win huffed in amusement. “I’ll be right back.”

“What’d he say?” Lydia asked as soon as Win returned to the bar, pulling out a bottle of Natty Lite and popping off the cap.

“He ordered the cheapest beer,” she laughed, wiping down the bottle with the towel draped over her shoulder. “Guess he doesn’t want any trouble. Kinda weird though,” she mused, but Lydia frowned, looking doubtful.

“But then why’s he been staring at you? I still say he’s creepy.”

“Maybe he’s got a crush,” Beau laughed, and Win swatted at his head before heading back to the man’s table with his drink.

“Here you go,” she said, holding it out for him. For a long moment, he merely stared at it before accepting it, holding the bottle awkwardly as if he didn’t quite know what to do with it.

Win watched him for a moment before turning to head back to the bar, shaking her head as she went, but she only made it a few steps before turning back to him, unable to curb her curiosity any longer.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

The man lifted his gaze to her face, studying her for a second before answering.

“A man is… far from his home. He has not seen it in many… decades.”

Win nodded slowly.

“I feel that, though I think you’re a little farther from home than I am, mister,” she murmured, planting her hands on her hips. “You in town for a while, or just passing through?”

Again, the man deliberated his words carefully before answering. “A man must stay… longer than he intended. Circumstances outside of his control have… waylaid him. Complications he did not foresee. Complications that must be… dealt with before he can move on.”

Win nodded. She didn’t quite understand the stranger’s cryptic answer, but she got the jist of it. “Kinda sounds like how I ended up here,” she murmured, noticing he hadn’t yet taken a drink.

“Can I ask you something?” she said, wetting her lips, and the man tilted his head as if listening, waiting for her question.

“You got a name? You keep referring to yourself in the third person.”

The man’s lips twitched downward. “A man’s name is irrelevant,” he muttered sharply, studying Win before heaving a breath, his expression softening. “But perhaps… a girl could know it. Long before a man arrived on this soil, he was called Oola, Oola Moonk,” he answered, a preciseness to the way he formed the words and Win nodded.

“Alright then, Oola. Can you tell me why you’ve been staring at me since you came in?”

At Win’s question, Munch hesitated, glancing down at the bottle clasped between his hands.

“One learns many things by observing. A man needed to observe. To learn,” he explained and Win’s brows furrowed.

“And what were you hoping to learn?” she asked, an edge creeping into her voice.

Munch shook his head. “A girl is not what a man expected,” he mumbled, more to himself than her.

“What did you expect?” Win scoffed, but Munch merely stood, looming over her as he set his untouched drink on the table along with a couple crumpled bills.

“The man bids the girl goodnight,” he said, stepping around her and heading to the exit, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and bringing it to his lips.

“The fuck was that about?” Win muttered as she watched him disappear, more confused than ever. Grabbing the beer, she brought it to her lips, so as not to let it go to waste when her phone vibrated in her back pocket.

🐊🖤: You off soon?

‘Yeah, in ten, everything okay?’ she responded, a spike of worry flaring in her chest.

🐊🖤: Shitty day. Need to let off some steam. You game? ⛓️

Win let out the breath she’d been holding at his response, and her lips twitched as she typed a reply.

“Bring it on.”

“Open up, police!”

Gator’s hard voice echoed through the door, followed by his telltale pounding and Win took her time heading to the door, splashing some water on her face at the kitchen sink before answering.

“What seems to be the problem, Deputy?” she asked as she opened the door a crack, her breath catching at the sight of Gator’s face, a fierceness to his gaze that gripped her, holding her in place.

Gator didn’t answer, instead forcing the door open and pushing his way inside before kicking it shut behind him.

“There’s a warrant out for your arrest, Lewis, and I’ve been authorized to use any force necessary,” he drawled, his hands resting on his hips as he looked her up and down, his gaze taking in her bare legs and oversized t-shirt that hung from her frame, and he wet his lips, his eyes finding hers.

“Now, are you gunna come quietly, or you gunna make us do this the hard way?” he asked and Win swallowed, arousal flooding her at the arrogant tone of his voice.

“What do you think?” she countered, taking off in the opposite direction, toward the kitchen.

“I love a good chase,” Gator growled, easily overtaking her and forcing her against the wall, pulling his handcuffs from his belt to cinch around her wrists, trapped behind her back.

“Fuck you, pig,” Win hissed, spitting in his face as he turned her around, and Gator’s lips twitched downward, scowling as he wiped the glob of saliva from his cheek.

“Feisty, huh? I like that,” he grunted, his gaze trailing her defiant expression. “Didn’t your daddy teach ya any manners?” he drawled, lip curling into a sneer. When Win didn’t respond, he pressed her tighter against the wall, one large hand circling her throat, the tip of his nose brushing the shell of her ear as he leaned in. “Guess I’ll have to.”

Moments later, Gator’s lips crashed into hers, tongue forcing its way into her mouth and she kissed him back just as hard, stealing his breath before biting down on his tongue.

“Ow! Fuckin’ bitch—“ he hissed, jerking back. “You’re just askin’ for it, ain’tcha?”

For a moment, however, Gator hesitated, his grasp loosening around her neck and he swallowed, his lips parting as worry flashed in his eyes.

Noticing the way his expression faltered, Win locked eyes with him. “Green,” she breathed hoarsely, her breath shaking. “Keep going. Use me, Gator.”

A groan caught in his throat at her words, his cock growing impossibly harder. Picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder, he carried her to the bedroom and dropped her unceremoniously to the bed, grabbing her legs and pulling her roughly toward the edge.

“Think you’re a little overdressed for what I’m gunna do to you,” he drawled, pulling his pocket knife from his tactical vest before shrugging it off and letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.

Flipping open the knife, he knelt atop the bed, one knee between Win’s legs, and as soon as she saw the blade, a small gasp left her throat and she began to struggle, fruitlessly trying to scoot away from him, but Gator merely clicked his tongue and leaned over her, bringing the knife up to her face and running the dull edge down her cheek.

“Quit squirmin’, unless you want me to cut you,” he chuckled darkly, the knife hovering over her skin as it moved down the line of her throat to her collarbone. Pushing her shirt up, Gator groaned, finding her tits bare beneath, and he pressed the flat side of the blade to her nipple, watching it harden against the cool metal.

Wetting his lips, he moved to her other breast, tracing her hardened bud with the knife before leaning over her to take it into his mouth, his tongue echoing the blade’s path before flicking against her, playing with the piercing that adorned her pert nipple.

“Hope you’re not too attached to this underwear,” he grunted, dragging the knife down her stomach, past her navel, and catching on the edge of her panties.

“Fuck you—“ Win hissed, but Gator’s teeth flashed in the darkness, sending a shiver through her.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to,” he drawled, and with a yank of the knife, he cut through the fabric covering her cunt, pausing to marvel at it before folding the knife up and slipping it in his pocket.

Drawing his bottom lip between his teeth, he spread her folds with his fingers before pushing them into her, scissoring them inside her tight heat.

“Look how fuckin’ wet you are,” Gator said with a sneer, pulling his hand away to show her his fingers, shining with the residue of her slick, a translucent string connecting his digits as he parted them. “Such a dirty little thing, gettin’ turned on by that,” he taunted, holding his fingers in front of her face.

“Suck ‘em clean, whore,” he instructed.

When Win didn’t obey, his dark eyes flashed, and without warning he brought his palm down against her pussy with a sharp slap, making her gasp, her body jumping at the shock.

“I said, suck,” he repeated and this time she dutifully opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around his fingers and hollowing out her cheeks to suck, a whimper echoing in her throat.

“That’s more like it,” Gator growled, his hands going to her waist, flipping her suddenly, so she was on her knees, her cheek pressed into the blankets. Leaning over her, he reached into his pocket once more and Win wondered if he was getting the knife back out, until she heard the cuffs unlatch and she knew what Gator wanted to do.

“Thought I should get a chance to cuff you to the bed, sweetheart,” he chuckled, yanking her arms above her head to string the handcuff chain between the bars of her headboard before closing the cool mental back around her wrist, locking her in place so she couldn’t get away.

“Such a pretty fuckin’ sight,” he breathed, slapping her exposed ass with his good hand, his palm connecting with a loud crack, leaving her skin stinging.

Win let out a cry, giving a jolt, her hands clenching around the bars she was restrained against. Behind her, Gator hastily unbuckled his belt and unzipped his cargo pants, freeing his throbbing cock and giving it a couple quick strokes before bullying his tip between her dripping folds. For a moment, he pressed into her slowly, his breath hitching as he watched her suck him in, her velveteen walls contracting tightly around him as he disappeared inch by inch into her tight heat.

Growing impatient, Gator made several shallow thrusts before snapping the rest of the way into her, barely giving her time to fully adjust to his size, and forcing another sharp gasp from her lips.

“Oh c’mon, you can take it, bitch,” he grunted, smirking at the way her body jerked with each rough thrust, the slap of skin on skin and the lewd squelch of her cunt filling the room, competing only with Gator’s heavy breaths and Win’s whimpered moans, until the bed began to thump rhythmically against the wall.

“That’s it,” he growled, his good hand tangling in her hair, yanking her head back as his fingers dug into the fat of her hip, his cast making it awkward to hold onto her as he rammed into her, her tits jiggling with each rut of his hips. “So fuckin’ tight. Whose cunt is this?”

“Y-yours,” Win gasped, her eyes rolling up into her head as Gator’s cock dragged against her g-spot, sending electricity coursing through her, her pleasure building til her head swam, forcing any other thought from her mind.

“That’s fuckin’ right, babe,” he hissed, growing close, his thrusts turning jerky and desperate.

Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, he fought not to cum before he felt Win tense, clenching impossibly tighter around him, her body nearly giving out beneath her as she cried out, Gator’s hold on her and the handcuffs the only thing keeping her upright before he finally emptied himself inside her, going rigid before collapsing over her.

For a long moment, Gator didn’t move, his forehead pressed between Win’s shoulder blades, his breaths coming in heavy pants as he calmed himself, his cock softening inside her.

“Gator? Can you… uncuff me? I can’t feel my hands,” she groaned and he gave a start, quickly straightening and pulling out of her, only allowing himself a second to marvel at the way his spend seeped lazily from her fluttering hole.

“I gotcha,” he mumbled, shoving his hand in his pocket to retrieve the key and unlocking the cuffs, loosening them from her bruised wrists.

As soon as she was free, Win let out a soft sob and collapsed to the bed, the sound wrenching at Gator’s heart.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he exclaimed, hovering anxiously, not really knowing what to do.

“I’m fine, just a little sore,” Win assured him, her voice cracking. “Can you… can you hold me?” she asked, lifting her face to look at him, a vulnerability to her that made Gator want nothing more than to protect her.

“Course, just a sec,” he breathed, hurriedly undressing the rest of the way and crawling atop the bed to pull her into his arms, his chest aching as she instinctively buried her face in the crook of his neck. Pressing his lips to the top of her head, Gator rubbed her back, coaxing her tense muscles to relax.

“Did something happen?” Win murmured, her voice muffled somewhat by the way she nuzzled against him and Gator tensed at the question.

“What do you mean?”

Win shifted, lifting her face to look at him. “I mean, not that I’m complaining, but did something happen to spur this on?” she asked, burying her fingers in the thick dark patch of hair on his chest.

“Oh,” Gator breathed, shaking his head as a heavy sigh rattled through him and his hold on her tightened as he thought of a way to word what had happened the night before without making her worry further. “I uh, I fucked up at work, disappointed Dad,” he mumbled, his stomach dropping as Roy’s words replayed through his head.

“How do I teach ya to be a winner, you keep losin’ all the time?” he repeated with a scowl.

“The fuck does he know?” Win scoffed, prickling with anger as she pushed herself up to look Gator in the eye.

“You’re a winner,” she breathed, her lips pressing to his jaw before moving to his cheek. “You’re my winner,” she echoed, kissing the shell of his ear.

“You’re my fuckin’ winner,” she whispered fiercely before her mouth found his and Gator let out a groan.

“Winnie—“

She hummed, continuing to press soft kisses to his face and neck.

“How are you so perfect?”

Win finally pulled back, resting her cheek against his shoulder. “I’m not.”

Gator shook his head, looking down at her. “You are to me.”

“Maybe you just deserve to be treated better than you have been,” she said, stroking his cheek as she laid back down, resting her face against his shoulder.

“Yeah, maybe,” Gator murmured, growing quiet.

After several minutes Win began to wonder if he’d already drifted off, silence filling her bedroom until he suddenly spoke, shifting beneath her.

“Why’d you leave Chicago?”

Win sighed. She’d been waiting for him to bring it up ever since their dinner at the ranch.

“Too many memories,” she murmured, shutting her eyes and trying to focus only on him – the beat of his heart beneath her ear, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath he took, the warmth of his skin against hers.

“Bad memories?”

Win shook her head, breathing deep. “Some bad, but mostly good memories turned bitter,” she explained.

“What happened?” Gator asked, the fingers of his good hand tracing idle shapes against her back.

“My mom died when I was fourteen, and about six months later my dad was already engaged to someone else. I don’t know for sure, but I think he must have been having an affair with her while my mom was dying,” Win murmured, wincing at the thought.

“So when they got married, we moved into her house and as soon as we got there, she dropped any pretense that she wanted anything to do with me, and her daughter, Delilah, treated me like absolute shit. It was like she took joy in going out of her way to hurt me. It was a fucking cliche, like right out of some stupid fucking fairy tale,” she scoffed, brows furrowing at the memory.

“And the worst part was, half the time my dad was fucking clueless to it and the other half, he didn’t have the balls to actually stand up for me. So, when I turned eighteen, I left–moved in with some friends, couch surfed sometimes, had some bad relationships I stayed in even when I shoulda got out, all to stay out of that fucking house,” she explained, deflating, her voice wavering.

“So, uhm, now all those good memories I had with my mom and even my dad before she died, they’re all overshadowed by that bullshit,” she finished, squeezing her eyes shut and taking a shuddering breath.

Gator frowned, squeezing Win tighter to his side. “I’ll arrest ‘em if you want. All three of ‘em,” he offered, half serious, but it made Win smile, wrinkling her nose in amusement.

“I think that’s a little out of your jurisdiction, Deputy,” she teased, propping her chin against his chest, her eyes finding his.

“Hey, I’m the law, remember, sweetheart?” he said, his lips twisting in a lazy smirk.

“How could I forget?” Win chuckled, her chest feeling lighter. “Okay, now it’s your turn,” she said, scooting closer, her forehead resting against Gator’s stubbled cheek.

“My turn for what?” he asked, his voice growing heavy with exhaustion.

“To tell me something,” she answered, tracing the dip of his collarbone.

“What kind of something? Like a secret?”

“Mhmm,” Win hummed, her eyes fluttering shut.

“A secret, huh?” Gator mused, thinking. “Okay, I’ve got one. You know that time you blew me to get out of a ticket?” he asked and Win frowned hesitantly.

“Uh huh–” she breathed.

“Well, I may have fibbed a little about turning my dash cam off,” he admitted, bracing himself.

Win’s mouth fell open and she pushed herself upright. “Gator!” she yelped, gaping at him. “You fuckin’ liar!” she gasped, swatting at his chest, though she didn’t know why she was surprised.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself!” he exclaimed, holding up his hands against her half hearted attack, trying not to laugh at the scandalized expression on her face.

“Please at least tell me no one else has seen it!”

“Just me, I swear!” Gator insisted. “I have the only copy,” he assured her, and Win calmed somewhat, though she wasn’t exactly mad at him.

“You better not be lying this time, Tillman,” she huffed, jabbing a finger in his face.

“Cross my heart,” he replied, making an X motion over his chest and Win rolled her eyes, though a small smile played at her lips.

“You jerk off to it?” she asked, letting him pull her back down to the bed with him.

“More times than I can count. I love seein’ you on your knees for me,” he drawled, grinning smugly when a thought occurred to him. “Did you enjoy it? That first time?” he asked, sobering slightly, and Win hid her face against his chest, feeling warm.

“I might’ve,” she admitted, clearing her throat. “I thought you were a prick back then, but I couldn’t exactly deny you had a nice cock.”

Gator beamed at her praise, his smirk returning as Win settled into his arms, stifling a yawn that set Gator’s jaw cracking as well.

“I didn’t get to ask earlier, but how was your day?” he asked through his yawn, curling around her.

Win hummed as she thought back over what had happened, fighting the haze of exhaustion that tugged at her.

“Mmm, it was alright, nothing too special, oh wait–” she said, remembering the strange man that had come into the bar, Moonk.

“There was this weird guy at work, though–foreign or something–wore a kilt and talked in the third person,” she murmured, not noticing Gator tense beside her.

“He say anything to you?” Gator demanded and the edge to his question finally alerted Win that something was off.

“I mean, a little. It was like he was speaking in riddles though, it didn’t really make a lot of sense. Mostly he just stared at me across the room–”

“Win, if he ever comes in again, or you see him somewhere, you need to call to me right away, and stay the fuck away from him,” Gator exclaimed, cutting her off and it was Win’s turn to tense, the alarm in Gator’s voice chilling her.

“You know him? Is he dangerous?” she asked and Gator grimaced, realizing he’d have to tell her more than he wanted to.

“He… he’s wanted for… home invasion, kidnapping, and assault,” he listed, trying not to stray too far from the truth, but also not wanting to alarm Win any further, or reveal how he really knew Munch.

“Oh shit,” Win breathed. “I bet that’s how he got that gash in his ear,” she mused.

“Just promise me you’ll call me if you see him again,” Gator repeated, unconsciously holding her tighter, as if that were enough to protect her.

“I promise,” Win assured him, squeezing him back, though she couldn’t help but feel there was something he wasn’t telling her.

“Good,” Gator breathed, burying his face in her hair.

Cause if he touches you, he’s a dead man.

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don’t waste your time (on me) [g.t]

02. | Just a Coincidence, I Guess

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 5.3k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, masturbation, slight misogyny, attempted assault, pervy!gator, inexperienced virgin!gator, subby!gator to switch!gator pipeline, nipple play, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie ⇾ a/n: I know a lot of people write dark/dom!gator, but he's the subbiest sub to ever sub to me

Gator just keeps turning up, like a bad penny, but when he happens to be in the right place at the right time, saving Win from a would-be assailant, she can’t help but be grateful.

[ masterlist • win bio ]

“Oh fuck yeah, fuck, that feels so good, baby.”

Gator’s hand slipped down his length, fisting himself to the grainy video playing on his laptop screen. Several days later, their run-in was still fresh in his mind.

“Fuck, Winnie, you’re such a dirty girl, ain’tcha?” he drawled under his breath, his hips jerking up into his hand. “Suckin’ me off right out in the middle of the road. Shit—“ he groaned, remembering all too well the sweet way her doll eyes had flicked up to him, moaning as he’d flooded her velvety mouth with his spunk. She’d been feisty to begin with, but by the end she’d obeyed so nicely, showing him the mess he’d made before swallowing it down like a good girl.

Gator’s phone vibrated across the desk and he swore under his breath, speeding up desperately, not wanting to stop when he was so close, even though he knew Roy’d be pissed if he didn’t pick up promptly enough for his taste.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he drew his bottom lip between his teeth, thinking hard of Win’s sweet mouth and seconds later he tensed, hips jerking as he spilled his load over his hand, shuddering as he milked the last of it and immediately grabbing his phone with his free hand and answering it, panting hard in the receiver.

“What took you so long? You go for a run or something?”

His father’s voice filled his ears and Gator fought to catch his breath. “Yeah, something like that,” he answered, wrinkling his nose as he reached for something to clean himself up with as Roy sighed through the phone, launching into the reason he’d called.

Gator listened distractedly, his mind still swirling with thoughts of her and how he might go about seeing her again.

“You listenin’ to me, son?”

Roy’s voice once more jerked him back to attention and he grimaced, sitting up in his chair. “Yeah, yeah, I heard yeh. I’ll be right there.”

It had been several days since Win’s little traffic stop, and ever since, it seemed every time she turned around, there was Deputy Tillman–in line at the bank when she stopped to deposit her paycheck, stalking the convenience store aisles while she payed for gas at the Revere, in the booth next to her at the shooting range, and finally, at the bar she worked at. At first he just watched, as if working up the courage to talk to her. It was kind of pathetic, though she supposed she couldn’t exactly blame him for not knowing what to say.

What did you say to the girl who sucked you off to avoid getting a speeding ticket?

Unable to take it any longer, Win set a beer in front of where he sat at the bar, fiddling with his vape pen. “Y’know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were stalking me, Deputy.”

Gator jumped slightly, his brown eyes snapping up to her face before his brows pulled down and he grabbed the dark bottle in front of him. “What do you mean?” he asked, hunching over slightly to lean his elbows against the polished wood of the bar top.

“Cut the shit, Gator. You’ve been turning up everywhere I’ve been for the past few days,” Win scoffed, watching him expectantly, just waiting for him to deny it.

Gator shrugged, bringing the mouth of the bottle to his lips. “Just a coincidence, I guess,” he drawled, taking a swig and Win nodded, expecting it.

“I know what you’re doing, okay? And it ain’t gunna work,” she huffed, throwing him a level glare.

Gator’s brows rose and he spread his hands innocently, a hint of a grin gracing his features. “And what’s that?”

“You’re just following me around, hoping to get lucky again,” she answered, and Gator’s grin grew.

“You offering, Lewis?” he asked, tilting his head coyly.

Win crossed her arms over her chest as she rolled her eyes skyward. “Stop tryin’ to be cute.”

Gator blinked at her, his dark eyes flashing mischief.

“You think I’m cute?” he taunted, cocking an eyebrow at her.

Win opened her mouth, a scathing comeback on the tip of her tongue despite the warmth that rushed to her face, but before she could loose it, another patron stumbled up to the bar, interrupting them.

“Hey sweet thing,” he exclaimed obnoxiously, grinning at her as he leaned heavily against the bar next to Gator, ignoring him completely. “Think I could get a refill, doll?”

“Alright, this is your last one though,” Win sighed, grabbing the bottle of Jack from the shelf behind her and pouring a splash in the bottom of his tumbler before sliding it across the bar back to him. He caught it with a grin, but didn’t move to leave the bar just yet.

“So, I was wondering when your shift ends, and if you’re doing anything later,” the man drawled, looking pointedly at Win, causing Gator’s brows to furrow deeper, a scowl marring his features.

“Hey fella, we’re kinda in the middle of something here, actually, “ he huffed, turning on his barstool to size up the other guy.

“Yeah well, I wasn’t talking to you Deputy,” the man sneered back, noting the badge hanging against his chest.

Gator’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t respond, bringing his vape to his lips and taking a hit.

“So what do you say, doll?” the guy asked again, flashing Win a grin that didn’t impress.

“Sorry, I’ve got plans,” she replied and Gator couldn’t help but smirk at the look on the other guy’s face.

“You heard the lady, she’s not interested. Now if you’ll excuse us–” he drawled, blowing his cloud of scented water vapor at the man and lifting an eyebrow expectantly.

Grabbing his glass, the man sneered, looking between Win and Gator. “Ain’t like she’s going home with a loser like you,” he scoffed.

“Enough!” Win snapped and the man shot her a confused look. “I think you should leave,” she added, her voice level, though she was almost as surprised at herself for the flash of anger that had filled her when he’d called Gator a loser.

“You can’t make me!” the guy scoffed incredulously and Gator got to his feet.

“No, but I can,” he exclaimed. “So why don’t you get scarce? Unless you want me to drag you outta here in handcuffs?”

For a moment the man didn’t back down, puffing his chest out and holding Gator’s hard gaze before letting out a heavy snort and finally turning away, leaving his empty glass on the bar. As soon as the door shut behind him, Win let out the breath she’d been holding and turned her gaze back to Gator.

“Thanks,” she murmured, running her hand through her hair in relief. “I thought you were gunna actually have to cuff him for a second there,” she laughed.

“Me too,” Gator chuckled, finishing off the rest of his drink. “Y’know, if you really wanted to thank me, you could, uh, you know, take me home with you,” he said nonchalantly, leaning against the bar, a hopeful look on his face, and Win groaned, her amusement shifting to disgust.

“Really, Gator?” she exclaimed, throwing his empty bottle in the trash bin with more force than necessary. “And here I was starting to think you might actually be a half decent guy, but apparently you can’t even do anything nice without expecting something in return.”

Gator quickly opened his mouth to defend himself, but Win didn’t give him an opening, barreling on.

“Maybe your daddy shoulda named you after a different animal, you pig!”

“Win, wait! Shit–” he hissed under his breath as she stalked away to the other side of the bar, ringing the bell for last call while defiantly avoiding his gaze.

“Fuck,” he grunted, running his hand over his slicked back hair as he decided what to do, finally heading for the door.

Win watched him leave, chewing her lip. God, but she needed a cigarette.

For a moment, she wished she hadn’t stood up for him. He was a loser, but the hurt look in his eyes had felt like a kick in the stomach, and Win had acted on impulse. As much as she wanted to hate Gator, she couldn’t.

For a moment, he’d seemed so earnest, and then he’d gone right back to his misogynistic asshole self, and Win began to wonder which was the real Gator, and which was an act he put on.

Sighing, she put it out of her head. She needed to focus on closing up.

By the time Win stepped outside to lock the back door, all was quiet. A few lone cars sat parked in the lot, their occupants sleeping off their buzz before driving home, and Win paused to dig for her pack of Marlboro’s out of her jacket pocket, tapping one into her hand as her boots clicked across the asphalt.

Lighting her cigarette, she took a deep draw, watching the cherry burn brighter before a dark shadow waiting by her car brought her up short.

“Who’s there?” she called, wishing she hadn’t left her pistol in the glove compartment.

“Just waitin’ for you to get done, doll,” a voice drawled, the man from earlier stepping out of the darkness, showing his face.

“I told you, I already have plans. My friends are waiting,” she lied, discreetly positioning her keys between her knuckles as he took another step closer.

“I could show you a real good time,” he said, sucking his teeth, his voice slurring slightly. “You wouldn’t regret it.”

“Wish I could, but I’m already late,” Win replied, glad at least her voice didn’t waver, giving away how scared she was, her heart beating against her ribs like a bird in a cage.

“Aw c’mon, don’t be like that, darlin’,” the man cooed, spreading his hands as he circled her.

“Stay back, I’m warning you!” Win exclaimed, getting ready to make a run for it.

The man’s smile only seemed to turn more predatory and fear shot through her like a bullet. Suddenly, a pair of blinding headlights flooded the night, and the rev of an engine was the only warning before the vehicle it belonged to charged straight at Win’s assailant, the bumper grazing him as he frantically dove out of the way.

Win stared at the car that had saved her, ‘Stark County Sheriff’ emblazoned on the driver’s side door before it opened and Gator stepped out, tipping his hat to her before circling the cruiser to grab the guy by the collar, punching him square in the face and knocking him out before cuffing him.

“Jesus fuck Gator!” Win cried, finally finding her voice as she hurried over, Gator throwing his arm out to keep her behind him as he reached for his two way, calling the dispatcher.

“10-26, I’ve got an assailant in custody outside Frankie’s Tavern, but I’m off duty. Can you have someone come pick this asshole up? The victim’s pretty shook up, I wanna make sure she gets home alright.”

Win opened her mouth to argue that she could drive home just fine, until she realized with chagrin that Gator was right, she was shaking like a leaf. The adrenaline that had flooded her veins moments ago was leeching away, leaving her shivering.

“You okay? He didn’t touch you, did he?” Gator asked, shrugging his leather jacket off to drape around her shoulders.

“No. No, he didn’t get close enough,” Win murmured distractedly, jumping slightly when she felt his jacket wrap around her, warmth seeping back into her, the scent of Gator’s Axe body spray filling her nostrils. “Thanks,” she mumbled distractedly, pulling the sides of the jacket tighter around her.

“C’mon, let’s get you home,” Gator murmured, leading her to the cruiser’s passenger door as another sheriff’s vehicle pulled into the parking lot. “I gotta go talk to my officer for a sec, I’ll be right back,” he said, holding the door open for her before going to meet the other cop, helping him haul the unconscious cuffed assailant into the back of his SUV.

Win couldn’t make out what the two were saying, but Gator glanced over at her several times, so she figured it had something to do with her.

It wasn’t long before the other officer nodded to Gator and the two parted ways, Gator climbing into his seat and shutting the door. “You doin’ okay?” he asked, his eyes flicking to Win as he put the car in drive.

“Yeah, m’fine,” she murmured, keeping her gaze on the dark windshield. “You know where you’re going?” she asked, wondering if he knew already exactly where she lived. She wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

“It’s on Euclid, right?” he asked, turning off the main highway.

“Yeah.”

Gator nodded, drumming his fingers idly against the steering wheel.

“How often you drive past my place?” Win asked, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

Gator snorted, his lips twitching. “Only a few times, had to make sure you weren’t getting into trouble,” he chuckled, sparing her a wry glance.

“Uh huh, sure,” Win countered doubtfully. “You sure you aren’t stalking me, Deputy?”

“I don’t care for that insinuation, Miss Lewis,” Gator drawled, the yellow light of the street lamps overhead illuminating his face as they passed. “I’m an officer of the law. My concern is purely professional.”

Win barked a laugh. “Professional, right,” she scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from the guy who accepted a blow job in exchange for a speeding ticket.”

“Hey, you were the one who offered,” he pointed out, reaching in his pocket for his vape pen. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were the one trying to seduce me.”

“As if,” Win muttered, glad it was dark in the car so he couldn’t see the flush that rose to her cheeks. “Bet you just loved saving my ass tonight,” she huffed bitterly, shaking her head with a sigh.

Gator was silent for a moment, turning his face away to exhale his plume of sweet smelling vapor. “Ain’t gunna lie and say it didn’t feel good,” he admitted, adjusting his grip on the wheel, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“That don’t make you any less tough though,” he murmured, finally glancing at her, his words taking her by surprise.

“Hell, you’re probably one of the most capable girls I know. I’ve seen you at the shooting range, your aim’s about as good as mine.”

Win snorted, a grin tugging at her lips. “Almost? It’s better than yours,” she teased and Gator rolled his eyes, though he shared her grin, not refuting the fact.

Falling silent, he pulled into her drive and threw the cruiser into park. “You gunna be alright by yourself or…?” he asked after a moment, watching Win wring her hands silently in her lap.

“Uh…” she hesitated, waging an internal battle with herself for several seconds before cracking.

“Look, this isn’t because I owe you or anything, but… would you come inside with me for a bit? I just don’t wanna be alone right now,” she admitted, certain if she looked up, that he’d be wearing a smug grin, no doubt already thinking he’d be getting lucky, but Gator merely nodded, a concerned expression on his face.

“Yeah, course,” he murmured, turning the car off and unbuckling his seat belt.

As silly as it seemed, Win couldn’t help but feel a little safer as Gator’s shoulder brushed hers as he escorted her to the door. Fumbling with her key in the lock, she swore under her breath, hating the way her fingers trembled. Finally, the deadbolt turned and she shouldered the door open, reaching along the wall to flip on the light switch.

Gator’s eyes traveled the small living room that opened to an equally small kitchen and dining area, taking in every little detail and filing it away.

“Nice place,” he murmured, shifting his weight as Win locked the door behind them and toed off her scuffed boots.

“Thanks,” she replied, handing him back his jacket. Gator seemed to notice the way her hands shook and frowned.

“Why don’t you go change into something more comfortable and I’ll make us some coffee or something.”

Win hesitated, unsure if she should get too comfortable with Gator in her house, but she felt dirty after what had happened, and the idea of her pj’s did sound nice.

“Alright. Holler if you need anything,” she said, leaving him in her kitchen. She could feel his eyes on her back as she walked away, but she fought the urge to glance back at him, and eventually she heard him turn on the tap and pop a coffee pod in her Keurig.

Stopping in the bathroom, Win splashed some water on her face and scrubbed her hands before heading to her room to strip, keeping her back to the door as she dressed, figuring she’d be quick enough not to bother shutting the door completely.

“I didn’t know how you took your coffee, but I saw some creamer in the fridge so I used that—“ Gator said, his words cutting off as he stopped in the doorway, two steaming mugs in hand, unabashedly watching as Win reached for her tank top.

A low whistle left his lips and Win quickly pulled her shirt over her head before turning to look at him, fixing him with a level look.

“Perv,” she muttered, though there was no heat to it and she took one of the mugs from his hand before sitting down on the edge of her bed. “Want some whiskey?” she offered, reaching for the half empty bottle on her night stand, unscrewing the lid and pouring a splash in her mug.

“You’re something else, you know that?” Gator chuckled, joining her at the edge of the bed and letting her spike his coffee as well.

Win shrugged, blowing on her drink before taking a sip. “I guess.”

“Really. I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl like you before,” Gator murmured, wetting his lips, brown eyes flicking to grey.

“Bet you say that to all the girls,” Win teased, a sigh of relief leaving her lips as she wrapped her hands around the mug, the warm liquid burning pleasantly down her throat, warming her inside and out.

Gator snorted into his mug. “Why do you always doubt me, huh? It’s hurtful,” he exclaimed, placing a hand over his chest, his eyes dancing with amusement.

“Maybe I like messin’ with you,” Win murmured, the whiskey dulling her inhibitions. “You get cute when you’re all huffy,” she admitted.

“I’m not cute,” Gator scoffed, his expression twisting in offense, though a dusting of pink crept up his neck. “Cute ain’t manly.”

“You seemed to be fine with me calling you that earlier,” Win pointed out, rolling her eyes and taking another drink.

Gator grimmaced. “That was different.”

Silence fell and Gator looked down at his mug, searching for something else to say, not wanting the moment to end yet.

“Noticed your sweet gaming setup out there,” he said, nodding toward her living room. “Didn’t know you were a gamer.” He sounded kind of impressed.

“I wouldn’t say that, but I do enjoy a good first person rpg,” Win replied, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Lemme guess, your game of choice is COD?”

“Nothin’ more satisfying after a long day than kickin’ some ass and rackin’ up some headshots,” Gator boasted, making Win snort in amusement.

“Oh my God, you are such a dude bro.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” Gator exclaimed, gaping at her. “You’re the one who thinks I’m cute!” he pointed out and her mouth fell open.

Setting her mug down, she poked him in the side, grinning as he yelped, and soon she was trying to fight his hands away in his attempt to get her back, the two of them ending up falling back to the bed in laughter.

For a long moment, Win laid there, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, heat washing through her as she watched Gator’s face. He really was cute, especially when he laughed.

He’d managed to take her mind off the events from the night, and now all she could think about was how close he was. All she had to do was lean in and she’d be able to press her lips to his. His eyes flicked up to hers expectantly, pupils dilating with want, but he didn’t move, waiting for her to decide.

“Oh fuck it,” Win whispered, her lips crashing into his before she could think better of it.

Gator groaned, reacting instinctually, his hands clutching at her hips to pull her closer as he kissed her fervently, swallowing her surprised moan as his tongue invaded her mouth, writhing and rolling against hers.

Overwhelmed by his eagerness, she bit down, just hard enough to elicit a hiss from him before sucking on his tongue, a strand of saliva connecting them when she finally pulled back to gasp a breath. Gator chased her retreating lips, not ready to break the kiss yet.

Hungry for more, he nipped at her bottom lip as his hand slipped under her tank top, his palm greedily sliding up her stomach til it found her warm breast, her nipple already a hard peak, nestled between two smooth ball bearings and he moaned deep in his throat.

“Didn’t know your tits were pierced,” he breathed, pushing her shirt up the rest of the way, wanting to see them. Tweaking her piercing, his mouth fell open as Win let out a gasp that turned to a moan as his mouth descended hungrily on her nipple, his tongue swirling around it before flicking it playfully.

“Gator—“ she whined, grinding against his thigh that found its way between her legs, the lean muscle putting just enough pressure against her aching cunt to earn her a little relief, but not enough.

As soon as his mouth left her nipple to switch to the other breast, the cool air against his left over saliva sent Win’s skin pebbling and she arched against him, running her fingers through his slicked back hair, uncaring if she messed it up, her nails biting lightly into his scalp.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Gator mumbled as he sat up to get a look at her, her arms thrown back against her head and her bare chest heaving. “Want you so bad,” he groaned, his voice breaking.

“Strip,” Win ordered, pulling her own shirt off and tossing it away before slipping her pyjama pants and damp cotton panties down.

For a moment, Gator didn’t move, his gaze trained on her naked body until Win tugged at his tight black t-shirt, practically ripping it off him as he fumbled at his belt and cargo pants.

Knowing what to expect when his cock finally sprung free, Win swallowed, her mouth watering, remembering the weight and feel of it on her tongue and she couldn’t help but wonder how good his girth would feel inside her, stretching her. Despite her reputation, it had been a while since she’d slept with anyone.

“Like what you see?” Gator boasted, noticing the look on her face and Win pulled him closer, her lips colliding with his to shut him up as she grabbed his hand and guided it between her thighs, needing to be touched.

“Oh fuckkk,” Gator groaned into her mouth as his fingers explored her dripping folds. “You’re so wet,” he marveled, his cock twitching against her stomach and Win opened her legs wider for him, rolling her hips against the heel of his palm.

For a moment his thumb slipped up too high and Win let out a frustrated huff. “Here,” she breathed, guiding his fingers to her clit. “Right there, little circles,” she gasped, electricity coursing through her as he obeyed, careful to follow her movements over her sensitive nub, exploring and tucking the knowledge away.

When his digits delved deeper inside her, his own hips grinding desperately against her, slick pre cum leaking from his pink head, Win gasped. “Curl them,” she instructed, moaning loudly when his fingertips grazed her spongy g-spot. “That’s where you wanna hit with your fingers or cock,” she breathed, kissing him deeper, tasting the warmth of the whiskey from the coffee on his tongue.

“Want you inside me, Gator,” she whined, wanting more than his fingers, her entire body aflame with need.

“Yeah? Want my cock, Winnie?” he drawled, kissing down her neck as he continued to pump his fingers into her, her cunt squelching noisily around them. “You’re such a little slut for me, aren’tcha?” he teased, latching onto her pulse point and sucking hard, his teeth sinking into her soft flesh before soothing the sting with his tongue.

Win let out a hiss. “You leave a mark where anyone can see and I’m decking you, Tillman,” she grumbled, but her threat was undermined by the moan that bubbled up from her chest as she said it.

“What? Don’t wantin’ anyone knowin’ I own this pussy?” Gator chuckled darkly before yelping in surprise as Win pushed him to his back and threw her leg over his hips, straddling him.

“You don’t own me, Gator,” she growled, slipping his length between her folds only to grind against him, not letting him into her yet. “No one does,” she added, watching with pleasure at the way his brown eyes pleaded with her, a string of needy moans leaving his pretty mouth.

“What was that?” she cooed condescendingly and Gator’s fingers bit into her hips where he grasped her.

“Jesus Christ, just fuck me, Winnie, please!”

“Oooh if your daddy could hear you now,” she teased, but relented, reaching between them to grasp his length and position it at her entrance.

Whatever retort Gator had ready on his tongue was quickly swallowed as Win lowered herself slowly onto him, allowing her time to adjust while careful not to make him cum too soon. That would be a waste, and though she’d deny it, she wanted to show him a good first time. She’d never taken anyone’s virginity before.

“Holy shit—“ Gator whined, trying to buck up into her impatiently, his eyes rolling up into his head as she sheathed him. “Shit, oh shitttt you feel good,” he breathed, a flush creeping up his neck and chest.

“You’re so cute like this,” Win whispered, leaning in to steal a quick kiss before moving her hips, riding him in earnest.

Gator couldn’t seem to formulate words for a moment, a slew of needy whines and groans the only sounds leaving his kiss swollen lips. His hands roamed her body, slipping up her hips and around her back, pulling her down against him as she ground down on his cock, relishing the friction where their bodies came together.

“Need to feel you,” he mumbled, kissing her sloppily as he held her against his chest, the warmth of her feverish skin against his exactly what he wanted. “Oh Win,” he whimpered, moving in time with her, the way he moaned her name going straight to her head.

Fuck, but she wanted to ruin him, wanted to be ruined by him.

With a gasp, Win fell to her back, Gator rolling atop her, taking the lead while she was distracted. “Wanna fill this pretty pussy,” he growled, taking her by surprise by his sudden burst of dominance and Win’s breath hitched.

Desperate to finish, his hips snapped into hers, the room filling with their staccato breaths and the slap of skin on skin. Afraid he was gunna cum and leave her hanging, Win quickly slipped her hand between them to desperately rub her clit, letting out a cry as the added stimulation drove her to the precipice.

“Holy shit—“ Gator hissed as Win’s cunt clamped tighter around him, her velvety walls fluttering and contracting deliciously.

“C-can I—?” he choked out, his thrusts turning jerky.

“Yes! Cum inside me. On the pill,” she managed to stutter, that familiar heat licking up her body as her muscles tensed, the spring inside her gut snapping and spilling over.

“Fuck, Gator—!” she cried, her back arching as she came and he pounded into her until his cock swelled, suddenly spilling his load inside her, a high pitched whine leaving his lips as he tensed, twitching and spasming before he collapsed atop her, completely spent.

Realizing he was probably crushing her, Gator rolled off her to his back, panting heavily as he caught his breath, his dark hair in complete disarray and a sheen of sweat coating his pale skin.

“How was that, huh?” he asked, rolling to his side and propping himself up on his elbow as he watched Win pull the sheets up around her chest, a hint of insecurity hiding behind the bravado in his voice.

Win laughed, letting her head loll against her pillow as she turned toward him. “It wasn’t bad,” she replied, a small grin playing at her lips as Gator’s brows furrowed.

“Not bad?” he huffed, gaping at her. “You were practically screaming my name by the end!” he pointed out smugly and Win rolled her eyes, her fingers trailing mindlessly down his chest, counting the small moles that littered his body.

“Yeah yeah, don’t let it go to your head, Tillman,” she murmured. “I was the one doing most of the work, remember? Better not go fallin’ in love with me just cause I took your virginity,” she joked.

“I’m not!” he spluttered, hesitating, his brows scrunching up further. “I just… wanna know if it might happen again, that’s all,” he mumbled, avoiding Win’s gaze, which turned distant at his words.

“I don’t know… It would probably be better if it didn’t,” she muttered, sitting up and reaching for his vape pen, needing a hit of nicotine to calm her sudden rush of nerves.

“Why?” Gator countered, pushing himself up as well. “What’re you so afraid of, Winnie, that you might actually start to like me?” he scoffed, a bitter note to his low voice.

“Oh c’mon, you’re exactly the sort of guy that I should stay far away from,” Win huffed, letting her eyes flutter shut as she exhaled, the vapor curling lazily around her parted lips.

“Yeah? And why’s that?” Gator demanded, not backing down, a hurt look contorting his face.

Win fought the urge to look at him, knowing if she did, she’d lose her nerve. “Hell, Gator, look at us. It ain’t like we got all that much in common!” she pointed out, chewing her lip.

Gator snorted, glancing around her room at the band posters covering her walls, many of them bands he himself listened to, thinking of all the other little things they shared in common. “From where I’m lookin’, it kinda does,” he muttered, his eyes boring into her back and Win growled in frustration.

“I mean, like our fundamental principles,” she exclaimed, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t like you,” she insisted quietly, more to herself than to him and Gator watched her, realization dawning on him.

“But you do,” he whispered.

Win grimaced, finally looking at him, not wanting to admit it, and a grin slowly spread across his face, tugging at his chapped lips.

“You like me,” he repeated, his voice turning insufferably smug once more.

Win felt an angry rush of heat fill her face and quickly looked away again, not wanting him to see. “Will you shut up?” she huffed halfheartedly, but Gator only laughed, reaching over to turn her face toward him, his grin melting away.

“Give me a chance, Win. Maybe I’ll surprise you.”

Helpless, Win searched his face as she bit her lip, knowing he already had.

“Alright,” she finally breathed, heaving a heavy sigh. “Don’t make me regret this.”

“I won’t.” Gator leaned in to kiss her softly, grinning against her lips as his callused thumb brushed her cheek.

“Think you’re up for round two?” he murmured, arching an eyebrow at her when he finally pulled back.

“Jesus Gator, you’re insatiable,” Win huffed, but she didn’t protest when he rolled her to her back, reaching between her legs with a needy groan.

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don’t waste your time (on me) [g.t]

06. | 99 Problems

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 4.1k words ⇾ tags/warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, misogynistic themes, mentions of injury, derogatory use of the word gay, blow jobs (m!receiving), hurt/comfort ⇾ a/n. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💚

Gator gets his arm broken and Win gets protective.

[ masterlist • win bio ]

The weeks following Win’s visit to the ranch slipped by and life almost fell into a semblance of normalcy. Despite the days growing shorter and the nights growing colder, not much of any real consequence happened to distinguish one day from another, and Gator began spending nearly every night at Win’s, even if all he did was crawl into bed next to her after a long shift to fall asleep in her arms.

The more time that passed, the less Win thought about Roy’s threat, but it was always there in the back of her mind, a lurking unease, as if she were just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Gator, on the other hand, was blissfully oblivious and Win envied him that.

The end of October was drawing closer, Halloween practically around the corner and Win’s house was already decked out for the occasion–she and Gator joining forces to decorate. It turned out the holiday was Gator’s favourite too.

Win was just adding some more fake spiderwebs to the drop down lights hanging over the kitchen island when her phone rang, Gator’s personal ringtone playing through the speakers.

Letting it ring for a second as she put up the finishing touches, it abruptly stopped and started again, Gator having called back almost instantly.

“Okay okay, I’m coming,” she huffed, climbing down from the counter to reach for her phone, bringing it to her ear.

“Y’ello?” she answered, half paying attention as she opened the fridge to reach for a pop.

“Win?” Gator’s voice sounded through the phone line, but there was an edge to it.

“Yeah, what’s up, babe?” she replied, bumping the fridge door shut with her hip, opening the can one handed.

“I don’t wantcha to freak out or anything, but… I’m in the hospital—“

“What?” Win yelped, nearly choking on her drink, panic flooding her for a moment, Roy’s words flashing through her head.

End things or there will be consequences.

“Win. Win! It’s okay, I’m okay!” Gator assured her hastily, his voice pulling her back to the moment, though her heart still felt lodged in her throat.

“I broke my wrist, that’s all,” he elaborated and Win let out a heavy breath.

“How? What happened?” she demanded, but a commotion on the other end of the line seemed to pull Gator’s attention and he answered a question she couldn’t quite hear.

“I gotta go, they’re gunna put the cast on now, but I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

“Wait, Gator—“

“I promise, I’ll be over as soon as I’m done. Don’t worry babe,” he assured her before the line clicked and Win frowned, fighting the urge to throw her phone across the cramped kitchen.

“Fuck that,” she hissed under her breath, grabbing her keys and rounding the counter to the door, not content to sit around and wait for him show up while her anxious mind ran laps.

“Hi, I’m here to see Gator Tillman,” Win exclaimed, approaching the front desk, drumming her fingers against the counter anxiously, looking around for anyone she might recognize in the waiting room, though she didn’t know whether he’d been hurt at work or at the ranch.

The woman behind the desk glanced up from her computer monitor and frowned. “You a family member, hon?”

“Oh, uh no,” Win faltered, chewing the inside of her lip. “But–”

“Then I’m sorry, but you’ll hafta wait. Only family can go back right now,” she explained, her eyes flicking back to her screen. “Although, it looks like he’ll be out soon, they’re almost finished setting his cast.”

Win nodded, pushing away from the counter to hover by the double doors to the emergency room entrance to wait for Gator, fighting not to pace while chewing her thumbnail.

When the doors opened with a clang, Win gave a jump and turned to see who had emerged, expecting her boyfriend, only to come face to face with his father, her expression souring further.

“What’re you doin’ here?” Roy grunted, fixing his coat collar before turning his full attention on her. “Thought the boy told you to wait at your place. You got a problem doin’ what you’re told?”

Win huffed incredulously, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t do well with orders, or have you forgotten that?”

Roy let out an unamused snort, looking her up and down. “Nope, you’ve made that more than clear,” he muttered, moving to step past her.

“Wait!” Win exclaimed, stepping in front of him to block his path. “What happened? How’d he break his arm?” she demanded and Roy rolled his eyes.

“Well, what can I say? The boy’s a little… inept sometimes when it comes to his job. Not my fault he got cocky and let his guard down at the wrong time. Maybe the pain’ll help him learn his lesson,” Roy muttered, shaking his head, his eyes meeting Win’s.

“He should count himself lucky it was only a broken wrist. After all, I’m sure neither of us would hate to see anything worse happen to him.”

Win held Roy’s gaze despite the chill that ran through her at his words. Maybe it was just her imagination, but it felt like there was a threat hidden within them. Surely the man wouldn’t hurt his own son just to get to her… He wasn’t that twisted, was he?

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got work to do.” Roy stepped around her, leaving her to ponder his words, her stomach churning.

Nearly as soon as he left, however, the emergency room doors swung open again to admit Gator, the sight of him sweeping Win’s worries aside for the moment, and she practically knocked the wind from him as she rushed to his arms.

“Win?” he exclaimed, wrapping her into a hug despite his surprise, his cast pressing awkwardly to her back. “I told you I’d meet you–”

“I know,” she huffed, pressing her face against his chest before pulling back to look up at him. “I couldn’t wait, I had to see that you were okay,” she insisted, her face warming at the smug grin that spread across Gator’s visage.

“You were that worried about me?” he teased, earning himself a poke in the side. “Ow! Hey, I’m injured, remember?” he whined, holding his arm up as a reminder, though he still wore a small smirk.

“Keep teasin’ me and you’ll end up worse,” Win warned, though her words held no heat. “C’mon, I’m takin’ you home,” she said decidedly, hooking her arm around his and leading him to the parking lot.

“Yes ma’am,” he murmured, knowing better than to argue. “You gunna take care of me?” he wondered hopefully, looking forward to a little pampering.

“That depends,” Win replied, opening the passenger door for him before rounding the Chevelle and slipping behind the wheel.

“On what?” Gator yelped, awkwardly trying to buckle his seatbelt until Win turned to help him.

“On whether or not you tell me how this happened,” she replied, glancing pointedly at the cast on his arm before fixing him with a level stare that he shied back from, chewing the inside of his cheek, as if deliberating on what to say, torn between his father’s need for secrecy and his desire for Win’s attention.

“This guy got the jump on me is all,” he muttered, reaching for his vape pen to take a long draw, puffing on it indignantly. “It coulda been worse, but it wasn’t, okay? The asshole killed a couple of our guys before he got away,” he huffed and Win wasn’t sure if he was angry with her for asking, or at himself for messing up.

“So he’s still out there?” she asked and Gator winced.

“Yeah, but the shitbird’s in the wind. I doubt we’ll be seein’ any more of him,” he exclaimed quickly.

“Why not?”

“Cause he knows I’ll be waitin’ for him if he ever shows his cowardly face again,” Gator scoffed.

Win looked doubtful, but didn’t say anything as she drove back to her place.

“C’mon, let’s get you comfortable,” she said, leading him inside and crouching at his feet to untie his boots.

As soon as she dropped to her knees, Gator’s brows raised and he had to clear his throat, awkwardly adjusting his cargo pants as the fabric at his crotch started to tighten.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting turned on like this,” Win teased, tilting her head back to look up at him, a knowing look on her face.

“What, you look nice on your knees,” Gator scoffed, warmth suffusing him.

“Mhmm,” Win hummed amusedly before straightening and helping him balance as he toed his loosened boots off. “You go sit down, I’ll get you a drink,” she said, pointing to the couch before heading to the fridge to grab him a cold Mtn Dew.

Gator obeyed, shrugging his Sheriff’s vest off and plopping down on the couch, kicking his feet up on the foot stool, groaning softly as a dull pain flared through him where Munch had kneed him.

“What’s wrong?” Win asked, noticing his discomfort as she set the glass of pop next to him on the end table.

“Fucker kneed me in the groin,” Gator mumbled, rubbing at the area with a wince.

“I’ll get some ice,” Win offered, not waiting for him to argue before heading back to the freezer for a bag of frozen peas. “Hope your junk still works,” she teased gently, dropping the peas on his crotch as she sat down next to him. “That’d be a real shame otherwise.”

“Don’t worry, Princess, it still works just fine,” Gator huffed, moving the peas up and over to the left side of his pelvis. “He didn’t hit my junk, just… nearby,” he muttered.

“Well, that’s a relief,” Win replied, her teasing grin melting to something softer as she watched his profile. “Do you need any pain meds?” she asked, glancing down at his blue gauze wrapped cast.

“Nah, I had some at the hospital. I can take some more later,” Gator answered, taking a sip from his glass and letting out a sigh.

Win nodded, fidgeting with the corded bracelet around her wrist for a moment before loosening the knot and slipping it off. “Here,” she murmured, reaching for his uninjured left arm and Gator frowned in confusion as she slipped the bracelet around his wrist and pulled the cords snug, nestling it next to his watch.

“The fuck’s that?” he asked, looking down at the little blue glass eye that stared back at him.

“It’s my evil eye bracelet. I want you to wear it,” Win mumbled, ducking her head and tucking her hair behind her ear. “It’ll protect you.”

Gator frowned, his brow furrowing. “Isn’t it kinda gay? The guys’ll never let me hear the end of it if they see me wearin’ this thing,” he scoffed, though he didn’t make a move to try to take it off and Win stiffened, her own brows pinching.

“Fine, I’ll take it back!” she huffed, trying to hide her hurt behind indignation as she reached across him for his arm. “See if I fuckin’ care!”

Noticing the hurt look that crossed her face, Gator’s stomach twisted and he pulled his arm back, keeping it just out of her reach.

“Wait, okay! I changed my mind, if it means that much to you, I’ll wear it, okay? M’sorry,” he exclaimed, waiting for her to stop reaching for it before he dropped his arm, giving the bracelet another once over.

“So what exactly is it? You called it… an evil eye? That sounds like a bad thing,” he said.

Win let out a heavy breath and sank back into the couch cushion.

“It’s supposed to ward off bad luck and keep you safe,” she explained. “I know it’s superstitious and shit, but… I dunno, if there’s any chance it’ll help, I’ll take it,” she muttered, avoiding his gaze as she picked at her chipped nail polish, and Gator softened.

“What’s gotten into you, huh? I’ve never seen you this worried before,” he pointed out.

Win chewed her lip, trying to decide if she should tell him about Roy’s threat or not.

“Yeah well, you haven’t been hurt like this on the job before,” she exclaimed instead. “As much as I hate to admit it… I care about you, and your job is fuckin’ dangerous. I mean, you got assaulted today, your arm is in a cast for Chrissakes! And you said several other guys ended up dead! I don’t want that to happen to you!” she cried, the words flying out of her in a rush.

Gator grinned, turning her face toward him. “Aww baby, you don’t gotta worry. I’m a badass. Fucker got the drop on me, is all. If it woulda been a fair fight, I’d have wiped the floor with him,” he assured her, running his thumb across her bottom lip.

“But it’s pretty cute you’re worried an’ all,” he drawled, making Win roll her eyes.

“Gator,” she groaned, trying to pull away, torn between being angry at him for making light of the situation and annoyed at his teasing, but he didn’t let her get away, leaning over her to steal a kiss, only to wince in pain when he put his weight on his bad arm, already having forgotten about it.

“Careful,” Win murmured, pushing him back gently, and he let out a petulant huff.

“M’ fine,” he grunted. “I told you, I’m tough. Besides,” he added, stroking her cheek with a calloused thumb, “you’re my girl, and that means it’s my job to protect ya. I gotta be tough to protect what’s mine,” he boasted.

“What’s yours?” Win repeated, knowing she should probably be offended by the statement, but couldn’t quite bring herself to be.

“Yeah, you’re all mine,” Gator drawled, holding her gaze possessively.

“I… kinda like the sound of that,” Win admitted reluctantly, surprised at the way her heart fluttered at his words before frowning. “But by that logic, that means it’s just as much my job to protect you,” she countered firmly, just daring for him to disagree.

Gator looked doubtful, and for a moment she thought he was about to argue when he suddenly sighed, the air rushing from his lips loudly. Even if he didn’t completely agree, he knew better than to voice that opinion. It went against everything his father had taught him about being a man, but then again, Win wasn’t like any woman he’d ever met–she was capable and fierce–and to be honest, the thought that someone cared enough about him to want to protect him made his chest feel tight in a way he wasn’t used to.

“Alright, I guess I can live with that,” he mumbled, hoping she wouldn’t notice the way his face warmed.

“Good,” Win countered, patting his cheek and wrinkling her nose. “Just promise me you’ll be careful, okay?”

Gator snorted, dropping his hand from her jaw. “I promise I’ll be careful and I won’t take off this stupid bracelet if it’ll make you feel better,” he said, flashing her a wry smile.

Win rolled her eyes, but smiled in relief, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. “Thank you for humouring me,” she murmured and Gator sighed, letting his eyes slide shut at the feel of her lips.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re lucky you’re so cute,” he muttered, earning a smug grin from Win as she pulled back.

“Can I draw on your cast?” she asked, eyeing the expanse of blank canvas and Gator snorted.

“You’re not gunna draw anything stupid, are ya?”

“Course not. Please? You’ll love it,” she insisted, tilting her head and pleading with her best puppy dog eyes til Gator softened, feigning exasperation.

“Yeah alright,” he relented, grinning to himself as Win jumped to her feet to fetch a sharpie from the desk.

“I’ll make it look pretty,” she teased, pulling his arm into her lap as she jumped back onto the couch, bending over his cast in concentration.

“If the guys give me shit about this–” Gator began only to be silenced with a sharp look.

“Don’t you trust me?”

Gator knew the question was a trap and he let out a huff, deciding better than to walk into that one, bringing his glass to his lips and taking several long gulps of the neon yellow soda.

Win wore a smug grin as she began to doodle, drawing a sheriff’s badge and rifle beneath a little alligator, adding a cheeky “property of Win xoxo” as her signature while Gator craned his head to watch.

“Really?” he asked, raising an unamused brow at her.

“What?” she replied coyly, glancing up at him, a mischievous light to her stormy eyes. “Thought you belonged to me now. Don’t you want everyone to know it?” she teased and Gator grunted, biting back a reluctant grin.

“So, there’s this Halloween party my friends and I are gunna be performing at this weekend, just some cover songs and shit, nothing major, but I was hopin’ you’d wanna come,” Win ventured, her gaze flicking to his for a moment before returning to her doodles. “Thought you could meet my friends and watch me play,” she murmured with a shrug, half worried he’d tell her he didn’t wanna go. “I mean, if you’re off duty that night…”

Gator watched her, affection washing over him, taking him aback.

She wanted him there.

“Yeah. Hell yeah I wanna go,” he insisted.

“Really?” Win asked, sitting up straighter and searching his face, finding only honesty in his expression.

“Great! It’s a costume party too, so I was thinking we could do a couple’s costume,” she added.

“Yeah? What’chu have in mind?” Gator asked, Win’s excitement rubbing off on him.

“I was thinking of going as Sally from the Nightmare Before Christmas, so maybe you could be my Jack?”

Gator grinned. “That’s perfect! I’ll stop at that Halloween store at the old K-mart tomorrow and see if they have any Jack Skellington masks.”

“Awesome,” Win replied, finishing up her masterpiece on his cast and tossing the pen aside. “Is this your jerk off arm?” she asked after a moment, her lips curling in amusement. “Might make things difficult for you,” she teased.

A snort ripped through Gator’s nose and he pulled her into his lap, this time minding his injured wrist. “Why would I need to jerk off when I have you?” he scoffed, his brows raising as if he were just waiting for her to argue, a hungry light flashing in his eyes.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Win laughed, slipping her arms over his shoulders.

“Yeah, your hands are much nicer than mine,” he drawled, tilting his chin up to capture her lips in a slow delving kiss. “And don’t even get me started on that mouth of yours, or your sweet sweet pussy,” he breathed, his eyes flicking up to hers as he shared her breath, his lips barely brushing hers.

Win swallowed, admiring the needy look on his face, his large brown eyes blown wide with want.

“Hmm, I guess you have a point,” she hummed, tilting her head to kiss his jaw, her lips dragging down his neck while her teeth grazed his flushed skin and her hands dropped to his belt, deftly unbuckling the black leather strap. “Since you’ve been such a brave boy, I suppose you deserve a little treat,” she purred, playfully licking into his mouth before slipping from his lap to settle on the floor between his knees.

“You’re damn straight,” he groaned, leaning back against the cushions and letting his head loll back, though his eyes stayed trained on Win as she undid his cargo pants to free his throbbing length.

As soon as she wrapped her hand around him, Gator’s breath hitched and Win smiled at his reaction, stroking him slowly–enjoying the way his long lashes fluttered with each pump of her hand. Sitting up on her knees, she held his gaze as long as she could before pressing her plush lips to his pretty pink tip, her tongue peeking out to lap along his slit, catching the clear bead of pre-cum that had wept out.

Humming softly, she swirled her tongue around the ridge of his head before returning to his slit, teasing it with the tip of her tongue, and Gator groaned louder.

“Such a fuckin’ tease,” he growled, though his voice held a hint of a whine and Win huffed a laugh through her nose.

Instead of responding, she glanced up at him pointedly before tilting her head and licking a broad stripe up the thick vein on the underside of his length.

Gator swallowed, watching her intently, his mouth falling open when she finally wrapped her lips around him, taking him into her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped, his voice coming out breathy and hoarse, and Win hummed again in response, the vibrations sending a shudder through him, the spring in his gut constricting tighter. “Shit, feels so good, Winnie,” he groaned, stroking her hair before threading it through his fingers and resting his palm against the back of her neck, urging her deeper.

Win moaned, Gator’s praise and the thick weight of his cock against her tongue sent arousal pooling between her legs. Taking a deep breath through her nose, Win cracked her jaw wider, letting Gator push her head down farther. Swallowing nearly all of him, her nose buried in the coarse dark hair at his base she fought not to choke, tears springing to her eyes and gathering in her lashes.

Wrapping her hand around his base, she began to pump her fist over the length she couldn’t fit in her mouth in time with each bob of her head, saliva running down her chin to pool messily at his base and drip down his balls, but she didn’t care, focusing only on trying to breathe and not choke each time he rut his hips eagerly, bucking deeper down her throat.

“Oh fuck. F-fuck, Winnie–little cockslut, oh–!”

Gator’s praise soon turned to a babbled string of sharp curses interspersed with his sinful moans of her name.

“Shit baby, I’m gunna–” he whimpered, his fist tightening in her hair and Win squeezed his thigh, letting him know she was ready, moaning around him for extra stimulation.

With the loud keening cry, Gator tensed, his cock spasming in her mouth as he came, spilling his load down her throat, but Win didn’t stop, hollowing her cheeks to suck him clean, leaving him squirming and whimpering from overstimulation before she finally pulled his softening cock from her mouth.

Her eyes found his, as she opened her mouth to show him his mess before swallowing it down and wiping the drool from her chin.

“Oh fuck, I lo–love how good you are at that,” Gator groaned, going limp in his seat, his face flushed and his breaths heavy, hoping Win hadn’t caught his near slip up.

Win’s lips curved into a proud smirk and she pushed herself up, stealing a kiss as Gator tucked himself back into his boxers.

“I know,” she purred, plopping back down on the couch and reaching for the remote. “C’mere,” she said, patting her thighs as she got comfortable, propping her legs out on the foot stool in front of her and Gator obeyed, stretching out along the length of the couch and resting his head in her lap with a contented sigh.

“That better?” she asked, scratching her nails lightly through his hair as she settled on a movie.

“You have no idea,” Gator murmured, his eyelids already slipping shut at the calming way her fingers moved through his hair, working it loose of it’s stiff gel.

Win huffed a soft laugh.

“Yeah well, don’t get too used to it,” she teased, too busy watching the soft slope of his freckled cheek to pay much attention to the movie she’d picked, finally feeling at ease, knowing at least for the moment, he was safe in her arms.

Gator snorted, cracking an eyelid to peer up at her. “Dunno, seems like you don’t mind it that much,” he pointed out smugly and Win flicked his ear with her finger in return, laughing at his indignant yelp.

After a moment, however, he sobered, carefully keeping his gaze straight ahead.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” he murmured and Win softened, her breath hitching in her throat.

“I’ll always be here to take care of you,” she whispered, stroking his cheek. “Just don't make it a habit of getting banged up like this. I don’t think my heart could take it.”

Gator closed his eyes against the wave of emotion that threatened to choke him.

“I’ll do my best.”

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mrprettywhenhecries · 2 months

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❝the best❞ [g.t]

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 708 words ⇾ tags/warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, post canon, pregnancy ⇾ a/n. I was missing Gator and Win and wanted to write something short and fluffy for them, inspired by pregnant Win thoughts. 💚

[ masterlist • win bio ]

“Gator, that you?” Win called from the couch when she heard the back door open.

“Yeah, I got the stuff you wanted,” he called back, kicking the door shut behind him as he plopped the grocery bags on the kitchen counter.

“Oh thank God!” Win exclaimed, groaning. “Can you bring some of it out here? I’m starving!”

Gator huffed a laugh and grabbed the jar of pickles and the mustard, as well as two bottles of Mtn Dew before heading out to the living room.

“Ya know, this isn’t as weird as some of the shit I’ve heard of pregnant women eatin’,” he said, offering her the drink as he sat down next to her, twisting the cap off the pickle jar.

Win threw him a wry look before pulling a pickle free and taking a bite, moaning softly as she chewed and Gator watched with a soft smile.

“What?” Win chuckled when she noticed him watching her, carefully squirting some mustard on the pickle before taking another bite.

“Nothin’. You’re just pretty damn adorable, is all.”

“Shut up, no I’m not,” Win huffed halfheartedly, though her heart fluttered at his compliment and the way he watched her.

“Yeah, you are,” Gator insisted, stealing one of her pickles. “Can’t even begin to tell you how attractive you are right now,” he murmured around his mouthful of food, licking his fingers clean before taking a swig of pop to wash it down. “You’re so fuckin’ hot, I can’t stand it,” he said with a feisty grin.

Win rolled her eyes. “I’m huge, how is this attractive?” she asked, gesturing to her swollen belly.

Gator fixed her with a level stare, his large hand sliding over her baby bump, resting atop it gently. “Babe, you’re fuckin’ glowin’—“ Gator’s grin grew, turning into a smirk— “plus your tits got bigger.”

“Gator—!” she groaned and his grin disappeared, his expression turning somber.

“You’re carryin’ my child, how could anything be more attractive?” he murmured, his dark eyes flicking up to hers, making her melt.

“You’re such a charmer, Gator Tillman,” she whispered, caressing his stubbled cheek, smiling as he leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“What do you think we should name it?” Win asked, laying her hand atop his on her stomach.

“We don’t even know what it’ll be yet,” he replied, his grin returning and Win shrugged.

“Maybe if it’s a boy we could name him after his dad,” she mused softly, chancing a look at Gator, hoping she hadn’t upset him at the genuine suggestion.

Gator’s grin faltered for a moment, his gaze flicking downward as he frowned, and Win quickly opened her mouth to apologize for the suggestion when he spoke, his gaze fixed on her belly.

“Do you think I’ll make a good father?”

Win’s heart clenched at the uncertainty in his voice and she squeezed his hand, lifting it to her lips.

“The best,” she answered without hesitation, her gaze unwavering as he met it, hope flickering in his hazel eyes.

“How do you know?” he asked, wanting to believe her.

“Because you are not your father,” she whispered. “Because you’re a good man, Gator. A better man than he ever was,” she insisted. “And I know you’d do anything for me and for our baby. Plus, you’re not alone,” she added, smiling warmly at him, her affection spilling over, sending tears gathering in her eyes, catching in her lashes. "We'll figure this all out together."

Gator nodded, too choked up to respond and not wanting to sound like a sissy when suddenly his eyes widened and he gaped at Win’s belly.

“It kicked!” he gasped, breaking into a awe filled smile. “I haven’t felt it yet,” he marveled, leaning in closer to press his lips tenderly to her stomach.

“Can ya hear me, little one?” he breathed. “This is your daddy. Your mom and I can’t wait ta meet ya. You’re gunna be the happiest damn baby ever,” he chuckled, his eyes meeting Win’s.

“Y’know, maybe Gator might be a good name, after all," he murmured hesitantly.

Win beamed at him, her tears finally spilling over and she pulled him close, stealing a teary kiss.

“The best name,” she agreed.

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mrprettywhenhecries · 3 months

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Valentine's Headcanons | Wingator ❤︎

❥ Gator's never really had a serious relationship before and he's not exactly the romantic type, but he knows Win secretly wishes he'd sweep her off her feet and he wants to do his best.

❥ He thinks about all the cliché stuff he's seen in movies and makes a list, but chocolates, flowers, stuffed animals, or jewelry just don't seem personal enough, he really wants to wow her.

❥ Stumped, he goes to Dot for help, needing her insight, and she suggests a home made candlelight dinner and dessert. Gator likes the idea, but he barely knows his way around the kitchen. He's never had to cook for himself before, but Dot insists that he can learn and she'll teach him something easy to make. She reminds him that it would show Win how much he's trying to learn and grow, to show her that he's willing to do what it takes to be her equal.

❥ He agrees and Dot shows him some simple, but tasty recipes, while Scotty helps him design a valentine's card and helps him decorate their place before Win gets back.

❥ When Win gets home, she's surprised to find the dining room table already set, complete with flickering candle light, soft music playing in the background, and red and pink paper garlands hanging from the ceiling, Gator waiting nervously by her chair.

❥ Gasping, she pulls him into a fierce hug, telling him she can't believe he did all of this for her and that it couldn't be more perfect.

"Gator, you here?" Win called as she dropped her bag and keys on the hutch by the door. "Something smells good," she mused, stopping in her tracks when she stepped into the dining room, her mouth falling open at the sight of the table.

“Did you make all this?” she asked, gaping at the candlelit dinner he’d prepared and he flashed her a sheepish grin.

“I had a little help, but for the most part, yeah,” he answered, watching her expression carefully. “Wanted to show you I could, y’know, learn to contribute. We’re a team, right?” he murmured and Win didn’t think she could love him any more than she did then.

“We’re a team,” she echoed, stepping closer to slip her arms around his shoulders. “A damn good one,” she added, and Gator’s grin grew, his arms encircling her waist.

“So, how’d I do?” he asked, even though he could tell how well already.

“Well, I’ll have to taste the food first to know for sure,” she teased, unable to keep a smile from her face. “But I’d say this is by far the best Valentine’s gift I could ever ask for.”

Gator smirked against her lips as he bent his head to kiss her. “Just wait til what I’ve got planned for afterwards.”

Win let out a giddy laugh as she squeezed him tighter. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s eat!”

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mrprettywhenhecries · 7 months

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❝I Don’t Think You Notice (What You Did To Me )❞ + Extras ✳︎ ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ ongoing ]

❝All that Glitters❞ A Bioshock AU ✳︎ ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ on hiatus ]

❝Sick Day❞ ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

❝Say Anything❞ ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

⟶ Runaway Max Lore ⟶ Billy Hargrove NSFW Alphabet ✳︎ ⟶ Lewgrove Valentine's Day Headcanons

❝Make Another Home Here❞ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ Win Lewis (oc) ✗ Billy Hargrove • [ coming soon! ]

❝Worth the Squeeze❞ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader • [ ongoing ]

❝Home for the Holidays❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader [@/hohohoeweek2023]

❝A Little Bit of Sugar❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader [@/hohohoeweek2023]

❝Wrapped in a Bow❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ f!reader [@/hohohoeweek2023]

❝Don't Waste Your Time (On Me)❞ ✳︎ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) • [ ongoing ]

❝The Best❞ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

❝Take Me Out❞ ⤷ Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) ✗ Kirby Rivers ( @cherrychapsticksteve's oc)

⟶ Wingator Valentine's Day Headcanons

❝Go For It❞ ⤷ Baron ✗ f!reader

❝Ghost Stories❞ ⤷ Halloween collab with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ oc, Eddie Munson ✗ oc, Robin Buckley ✗ oc

❝A Series of Firsts❞ ⤷ written for @/ockissweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Joey Hargrove (oc) ✗ Melody Munson (oc)

❝Cleaning Duty❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Billy Hargrove ✗ Win Lewis (oc)

❝Practice Run❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Robin Buckley ✗ Blossom Bellamy (oc)

❝The Wrong Date❞ ⤷ written for @/theocxcanonweek (2024) with @hawkinsglasscloset ⤷ Steve Harrington ✗ Win Lewis (oc), Eddie Munson ✗ Lydia Bellamy (oc)

✳︎ denotes smut updated: 04/03/24

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mrprettywhenhecries · 1 month

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take me out

Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) ✗ Kirby Rivers (oc)

✗ wc. 2.5k words ✗ warning(s)/tags. oc / oc / canon pairing, trans/nonbinary oc, Kirby uses he/him & they/them, drinking, talk of drug use, smoking, minor violence, transphobia/intentional misgendering, poly relationship intro ✗ a/n. for my lovely @babydollbaron & their oc, Kirby 🥺💚

When Win finds out about the girl that outed Kirby to the whole town, she lets her anger get the best of her, and the three end up drunk and high and have an important relationship defining moment.

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Win happened to glance up from the bar when the door opened, Gator striding in with Kirby at his heels and her mood lifted instantly.

“Hey, there’s my favourite guys!” she called, grinning as Gator leaned across the bartop to steal a kiss while Kirby hung back, climbing atop a vacant barstool nearby, his gaze carefully averted like usual when PDA became involved.

“What are you two up to?” Win asked, already reaching for an empty pint glass and filling it with Gator’s draft of choice.

“Knew you were gettin’ off soon and couldn’t wait any longer to see ya,” Gator drawled, winking at her as he accepted his beer.

“Uh huh,” Win murmured doubtfully. “You just wanted a free drink.”

“I can’t believe you’d think that!” he gasped and Kirby let out an amused snort.

Win laughed as she rolled her eyes, reaching for the bottle of whiskey behind the counter. “Yeah, yeah, I still love you though,” she teased before turning her attention on Kirby. “I hope you, at least, are here to see me,” she chuckled, flashing him a playful grin.

She could tell he was uncomfortable, their eyes darting around the half crowded room as they fidgeting in their seat, uncharacteristically quiet.

Win couldn’t think of a time she’d ever seen her friend so subdued, not even when he was high, not like this.

At her words, however, Kirby huffed a laugh and rubbed the side of his nose before leaning atop the bar conspiratorially, a grin tugging at his lips. “Well, let’s just say I’m not here for the drinks,” he joked, sharing Win’s smile.

“See, at least Kirbs has their priorities straight,” she taunted, giving Gator a wry look before turning back to Kirby. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it weak,” she assured him as she mixed a whiskey cola.

“You’re an angel, Winnie!” they exclaimed, once more quieting as they brought the glass to their lips, his eyes darting around the room as their shoulders hunched.

Win frowned, following Kirby’s gaze and she noticed Gator tense, his own gaze turning sharp as he peered in the direction Kirby was, silently searching for trouble before his eyes met hers for a moment, speaking volumes. They both knew why Kirby didn’t go out much.

“Hey Lewis, you’re free to go,” Frankie, the owner, grunted as he rounded the bar to take her place and she nodded, untying the small black apron around her waist.

“Thanks Franks, can you mix me one?” she asked, joining Gator and Kirby on the other side of the bar.

“Comin’ right up.”

Frankie poured her the same drink she’d just made for Kirby, but considerably stronger. “There y’go, darlin’,” he said, sliding the glass atop the bar to her before heading away to see to another customer.

Win took a sip and sighed, finally relaxing. “That’s more like it,” she murmured, leaning against Gator’s side.

“So, what’re the plans for tonight, fellas?” she asked, waiting for Kirby to respond. Instead they let out a sharp gasp, followed by a groan as they shrank in on themself, their head snapping back to the bar top.

“Actually, can we maybe, kinda, get outta here?” they asked in a hushed voice, forcing a humourless laugh as they checked over their shoulder once more and ducking back down.

Gator’s eyes scanned the room to see who Kirby’d been looking at while Win frowned, setting her glass down.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, leaning in closer, her hand coming to rest against Kirby’s hunched back, rubbing soothing circles.

Kirby grimaced and shook his head. “Nothing! Nothing, I’m just, uh– I just wanna get this fun evening started, that’s all!” he exclaimed, trying to sound cheerful.

“Oh no, I know that tone,” Win said, not budging. “Who do I need to fight?”

Kirby looked down at the half empty glass in their hands and let out a long breath before nodding toward a girl at the other end of the bar chatting up some guy.

“So, that girl, she and I had a thing, or I thought we could,” he murmured, his voice hushed. “She was really into me, we started making out, but she uh, got a little too handsy before I could explain the whole no penis thing—“

They shrugged, rubbing the back of their neck awkwardly. “She freaked out, turned into a massive bitch about it and basically told the whole town I’m a freak,” he explained, keeping his eyes carefully on the bar top, his face heating with embarrassment.

“So there, now you know—“

Before Kirby could say another word, Win threw back the rest of her drink and stalked off with purpose, squaring her shoulders as she made her way to the other end of the bar, red filling her vision. Striding up to the girl Kirby’d pointed out, she stepped between her and the guy she was in the middle of talking to, cutting them off.

“Hey—!”

“You the one that outed my friend to the whole town?” Win asked, ignoring the girl’s outburst, her jaw flexing.

“What?” she asked, confused, til she glanced past Win to see Kirby sitting at the bar and trying to shrink into their seat as much as possible. “Oh, you mean that freak that pretends to be a guy to trick women?” she scoffed. “Yeah, I had to warn the other girls in town, so they wouldn’t fall for her sick tricks,” she sneered.

Win merely flashed her a tight smile, her anger boiling to the surface before she closed her hand into a fist and decked the other woman straight in the nose.

“Oh shit,” Gator hissed, jumping up from his stool.

“You fucking bitch, you broke my nose!”

“You’re lucky that’s all I broke,” Win spat, feeling Gator’s arms circle around her, lifting her easily to drag her away, still spewing a colourful string of expletives.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Gator said, catching the collar of Kirby’s shirt as he passed, pulling him toward the door as Win struggled in his grasp. Once outside, he hustled both of them into his truck despite Win’s protests, Kirby crawling into the cramped backseat as Gator pulled out of the parking lot.

A tense silence fell over the truck as Win stewed, slowly calming down when Kirby finally broke the silence, taking a deep breath and huffing a laugh, their lips stretching wide.

“That was so fuckin’ hot!”

The words hung in the air for a moment before they all began to laugh, Kirby’s amusement infectious.

“The look on her face was priceless!” he exclaimed, wiping at the tears that had gathered in their eyes from laughing so hard.

“You’re such a little spitfire,” Gator chuckled, looking over at Win before glancing back at Kirby, his grin lingering for a moment before tearing his eyes away and back to the road.

“I couldn’t help it! I couldn’t just let her get away with that!” Win cried, the aftershocks of her laughter still clutching her.

“C’mon, let’s get our drink on, firecracker,” Gator snorted as he parked in her driveway.

“You got any of that good grass with you, Kirbs?” Win asked, craning in her seat to look back at them.

“Why yes, madam, I do,” he replied, ducking his head to hide a grin as he slipped out the back seat.

It wasn’t long before the three of them were high and drunk and lounging together on the couch, Win growing more affectionate with each drink she finished, pulling Gator’s arms around her and leaning her head on Kirby’s shoulder.

“Hey, seriously though, Winnie, I wanted to thank you,” Kirby said, rubbing at his heavy lidded, bloodshot eyes. “No one’s ever stood up for me like that before. It really means a lot, though—“ they let out a huff and ran their fingers through their mess of bleached hair. “I’m afraid your reputation may have just gotten worse,” they added wryly, their lips twisting apologetically.

Win shrugged, waving the thought away. “That girl was a bitch,” she grunted, setting her empty glass down on the coffee table. “Besides, she clearly doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”

Kirby lifted an eyebrow at her. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?” he chuckled awkwardly and Win pouted in response.

“Well, you’re super sweet for one, and two, you’re attractive as hell—“ she said, her words slurring slightly.

“Tell us how ya really feel, why don’tcha,” Gator snorted and Win swiveled to fix him with a pointed look. “You know how attracted to you I am,” she huffed, poking her boyfriend in the side. “Am I not allowed to find Kirby sexy too?”

“Sexy?” Kirby repeated incredulously, sitting up straighter, their eyes darting to Gator and away again quickly, clearly not wanting to step on any toes. “I’m flattered, truly, but Win—“

Before they could finish politely telling Win that they didn’t feel comfortable getting in the middle of her and Gator, she was already leaning in for a kiss.

“Ope!” Kirby yelped, quickly turning his head to avert crisis, Win’s lips harmlessly finding their cheek instead and her pout deepened.

“You don’t wanna kiss me?” she asked, peering at him through her lashes and Kirby squirmed in his seat, his face flushing hotly.

“It’s not that–!” they exclaimed, swallowing thickly, his eyes darting to Gator as he wet his lips. “I–You’re–dating Gator, and as much as I like you, I’d never do that to you guys,” he explained, raising his hands and dropping them back to his legs helplessly, almost deflating, but Win merely looked thoughtful, a mischievous grin stretching her pink lips.

“What if we both kissed you?”

For a moment Kirby’s mouth fell open and they blinked at her, sure they’d misheard.

“Huh?” was all he could get out, looking between his two friends in confusion, their stomach flipping almost hopefully.

“Would that make it fair?” Win asked, raising an eyebrow, her lips curled like the cat that got the cream.

Before Kirby could protest on Gator’s behalf, trying to explain to Win that her boyfriend wouldn’t want to do that, she stopped him, silencing them with a finger to his lips.

“I’ve seen the way Gator looks at you, I’d say he’s interested.”

At her words, Kirby turned to gape at Gator, now completely flabbergasted. Of course they knew that Win had noticed their attraction to her boyfriend, but he hadn’t actually thought that their attraction would ever be reciprocated.

Now it was Gator’s turn to turn red, his gaze darting away as he shrugged, fighting for nonchalance.

“I mean, I can see the appeal,” he murmured, his hazel eyes hesitantly turning back to Kirby.

“Wait–just to clarify here, because I’m extremely stoned here and I wanna make sure I’m hearing this right–you’re okay with this?” Kirby exclaimed, fixing Gator with an incredulous look.

“I said I was, didn’t I?” he replied, the tips of his ears burning. “So let’s do this before I lose my nerve,” he muttered and Win’s grin widened.

Slipping from his side and into Kirby’s lap, she took hold of his face and leaned in, giggling softly against his lips as she kissed them, slowly at first. “This okay?” she whispered, pulling back just enough to check on them, Kirby nodding breathlessly before pulling Win back in, his hands squeezing her hips as they explored her mouth with their tongue, Win boldly reciprocating, moaning into Kirby’s mouth before once more pulling back to let Gator have a turn.

When his mouth met Gator’s, Kirby squeezed his eyes shut, just waiting for the other man to pull back in disgust, but he didn’t.

The kiss was much more hesitant than Win’s, but felt just as right, and Kirby let Gator set the pace, his breath hitching when Gator’s tongue swiped against his lips, slowly testing the waters before delving deeper.

When Gator finally pulled back, Win beamed at the pair of them, grabbing Gator by the scruff of his neck for their own passionate kiss.

As Kirby watched them, his heart pounding in his ears and his head swimming, they couldn’t quite be sure if they were dreaming or not, but when Win claimed his lips again, Kirby decided if it was a dream, it was a damn good one.

The next morning, Kirby stirred, their eyes still shut as they came to, at first noticing how warm they were before realizing they were pressed between two bodies. Their eyes snapping open, Kirby froze at the sight that met him–Gator asleep facing him, their legs entwined and his hand resting on Kirby’s neck, while snuggled up behind him was Win, her face pressed to his shoulder and her arm slung over his middle, her hand snaked under his shirt.

“So, it wasn’t a dream,” they murmured, unsure exactly what to do–torn between not wanting it to end and wanting to make sure the others didn’t regret what had transpired the night before, now that they were all sober.

Win began to wake before Kirby could decide on a course of action, snuggling closer with a sleepy moan, her arm around their middle tightening.

“Mornin’ handsome,” she breathed, her voice muffled against Kirby’s back.

“Uh, morning,” he replied, breathing out a nervous laugh. “You know I’m not Gator, right?”

Win lifted her head, propping her chin on Kirby’s shoulder. “I know.”

“Oh, okay. Uhm, that’s good,” they murmured–at least Win didn’t seem phased, but Win wasn’t exactly the one he was worried about.

When Gator’s jaw cracked in a large yawn, his eyes fluttering open, he let out a soft groan before clearing his throat, and Kirby offered him a nervous half smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Gator answered, a little bewildered, though his lips twitched slightly.

Kirby pulled in a deep breath and sat up, pulling his knees to his chest as he looked between his two friends.

“So… as much as I enjoyed this–” they said, gesturing to all of them. “–I think we should probably have a little conversation.”

Win rolled to her back, stretching through a yawn. “I don’t see what there is to discuss,” she said, rolling back to her side and propping her head in her hand. “The truth came out last night, it seems we’re all into each other. So, let’s do this,” she suggested.

“Is that even… allowed?” Gator asked, his brows furrowing in confusion, til Win barked a laugh and took his hand.

“Of course it is. We can do whatever we want,” she answered.

“You sure?” Gator asked doubtfully, and it was Kirby’s turn to grin, shaking his head ruefully.

“As long as you want to,” they agreed, holding their breath for his answer.

Gator shut his eyes for a long moment before opening them again, his gaze drifting from Kirby to Win and back, the corner of his mouth finally lifting as his expression softened.

“I think I’d like to give it a try,” he decided, his face dusted pink.

Win let out a cheer before piling on top of both of them. “Finally!” she exclaimed, pulling Gator and Kirby closer, snuggled between them. “Now, can someone make me some eggs and toast to help get rid of this hangover?”

“I can help with that,” Kirby chuckled, their heart fuller than it had been in a long time.

#gator tillman x oc #gator tillman #oc: win lewis #oc: kirby rivers #ot3: lewrivman #joz.fic

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mrprettywhenhecries · 3 months

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don’t waste your time (on me) [g.t]

05. | She's Kerosene

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 7.6k words oop, this got out of hand a bit ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, misogynistic themes, mention of politics & religion, Roy being Roy, subby!Gator, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, bondage, spit kink, praise kink ⇾ a/n. A bit frustrated with how long it took to finish this chapter, but I'm pleased with it. A huge shout out to @super-predictable98 for listening to me whine, reading all the snippets I sent her, and just overall being really encouraging and reassuring. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! I could use some kind words 💚

Against her better judgment, Win goes to the Tillman Ranch for Sunday dinner and it goes almost exactly as she expected it to, apart from bringing her and Gator closer, much to Roy’s displeasure.

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“What the hell are you doing, Win?”

Win sighed, shaking her head as she studied her reflection in the mirror, making sure her eyeliner was straight.

“This is the height of foolishness, and you know it,” she told herself, fixing her hair and awkwardly smoothing her sundress, wondering briefly if she should wear a cardigan as well, to cover up the tattoos on her arms and shoulders.

“Why do you even give a shit what these people think?” she grumbled, her hands tightening around the edge of the bathroom counter.

Gator’s warm hazel eyes came to mind, imploring her so sweetly as he'd asked her to be his girl and Win winced.

“He’s all wrong for you” she whispered, willing herself to believe it. “This conservative man-child daddy’s boy is not the type of man you need in your life,” she said, lifting her face to look her reflection in the eye.

But, oh, the way he looked at her, even from the first time, like she was the only thing worth looking at–he made her feel special, wanted, and it had been so long since she’d felt that way. When she looked in his eyes she could see the good in him, the hesitance to fully step into his father’s shoes.

Her phone skittering across the counter made Win jump and she straightened, taking a steadying breath as she glanced at the message that flashed across the screen.

🐊: You on your way?

Forgoing the cardigan, Win grabbed her phone and stuffed her feet into her worn cowboy boots, responding to Gator’s text on the way out the door.

Winnie: Heading out now. See you soon. x

The Chevelle’s engine roared to life and she twisted the radio’s volume knob almost all the way up, blaring her music as she pulled out, her fingers drumming against the steering wheel in an attempt to forget her nerves and the way they made her stomach twist.

The rundown houses and shabby downtown storefronts soon gave way to flat open country, the sun hanging overhead in a nearly cloudless blue sky as the empty landscape whipped past her windows, stretching on endlessly like a sea of brown grass. Any farms or houses were few and far between, and it was no surprise that there was no one around for miles when the tall Tillman Ranch gate came into view.

Win turned down her music as she pulled into the long drive, distracting herself by counting the number of buildings on the sprawling property. Apart from the main house and a few of the smaller sheds, most of the outbuildings were in various states of disrepair, especially the old barn that had a pronounced lean to it, as if it were just waiting for the next big wind storm to knock it over.

When she pulled up in front of the main house, Win was relieved to see Gator waiting on the porch for her and she let out the breath she’d been holding, throwing her car into park and killing the engine.

“Don’t you clean up nice?” she exclaimed, looking him over as she climbed out of the car, noting he still wore his Deputy’s badge against his chest, hung round his neck by a leather cord despite his clean dark jeans and black button down shirt.

“Could say the same about you,” he countered, his brows raising as he let out a low whistle, his eyes roaming her little sundress hungrily.

“It’s not too risque?” Win asked, the patterned fabric fluttering around her thighs.

“You look perfect,” Gator breathed, drinking in one more look at her before taking her hand to lead her into the house. “Just remember what I said about watching yer mouth,” he added under his breath and Win fought the urge to roll her eyes, instead nodding tersely.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll try not to get into any arguments,” she muttered, knowing it’d be fruitless anyway. Nothing she said would change these peoples’ minds about their firm held opinions.

“Everyone’s in the kitchen,” Gator explained, dropping her hand awkwardly as they stepped into the sunny room. Several sets of eyes turned to regard them while a couple rougher dressed ranch hands passed through, carrying the steaming dishes out to the long table set up in the backyard. Tension thickened the air as a deafening silence settled over the room and Win swallowed, shifting toward Gator’s side, willing for him to break it.

“Uh, everyone, this is Win… my girlfriend,” he announced, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and suddenly Roy’s expression brightened, stretching into a wide smile beneath his wide brimmed cowboy hat, his eyes crinkling, though they held no real warmth.

“Welcome, darlin’,” he said, reaching out to take her hand and Win reluctantly stepped forward, letting him clasp his large hands around hers. “I’m Roy Tillman, as you probably already know—“

“I saw your billboard,” she said, nodding, and Roy chuckled.

There was something off about his smile, something predatory, and it made Win want to yank her hand from his, feeling trapped.

“Ah, saw that, did ya? Trust I have your vote?” he joked, finally releasing her hand and gesturing to the petite woman standing at the other end of the counter. “This is my wife, Karen, Gator’s step mom,” he explained, and Karen wiped her hands on a dish rag before rounding the counter to shake Win’s hand as well.

“Pleasure,” she said, tucking her chin length black hair behind her ear. She didn’t look much older than Gator or herself, Win noticed, but she smiled at the woman, trying to make a good impression, for Gator’s sake.

“This is my father, Odin Little,” she said, gesturing to a balding man with a perpetual frown who merely grunted and nodded to her, looking her up and down with a sharp eye.

Win offered him a tight lipped smile in response before two little blonde girls came running through the kitchen and Roy caught them in his arms, lifting them easily.

"These two little ladies are the twins, Jessica and Maude,” he introduced, but the girls were too preoccupied to pay much attention, squirming out of his grasp and squealing as they ran off, back outside to round the long table.

“Girls! We have a guest, be more polite!” Karen called after them, hurrying out the door to make sure they listened and took their seats.

Roy huffed an amused laugh, shaking his head as he watched his daughters disappear out the door before turning back to introduce the last two people in the room. "And this is Deputy Nugent and his lovely fiancee, Kelly. They'll be joinin' us as well today," he explained, and Win flashed the couple an awkward smile

“Well, now that you know everyone, let’s eat!” Roy exclaimed, clapping his hands together before gesturing to the open door. Win ducked her head as she passed him, Gator walking beside her, his hand resting gently on the small of her back as he led her out to the dinner table.

The table was laden with food and decorated rustically with wildflowers in milk glass vases and candles set atop small rounds of wood. Everything smelled delicious and Win wished her stomach would stop roiling so she could actually have an appetite. She didn’t have to like the people, but she wouldn’t bad mouth the food.

Gator was about to take his seat, directly to the right of his father at the head of the table, when Roy clapped a hand to his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

“Why don’t you let your girl have the place of honour. She is our guest, after all,” he said and Gator hesitated for a second before nodding and pulling the seat out for Win.

“Uh, yeah. Right,” he murmured, taking the seat next to hers and Win got the feeling that Roy’s words were meant to slight him.

“Join hands, let us pray,” Roy announced, holding his hands out and Win hesitated, reluctantly taking one while Karen, to his left, eagerly took the other. Slipping her other hand in Gator’s, Win let her eyes slip shut, if only to humour her hosts.

Both men’s hands were callused—working men’s hands—but Gator’s was softer, his grip gentler, and she tried to focus on that rather than his father’s, whose touch made her skin crawl.

“Dear Lord, we’re gathered here today to celebrate the bounty and the blessings that we have received at your hands. You have been good to us, your faithful. May this food nourish us and give us strength. And Lord, we thank you for the presence of our guest, Win, today. May you guide her and embrace her despite her sinner’s ways–”

At Roy’s words, Win shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her lips pursing as she cracked an eye, glancing to her right at Gator, only to find him peeking over at her as well, an apologetic look on his face before quickly squeezing his eyes shut again, and Win reluctantly followed suite, returning her attention to the end of Roy’s prayer.

“ –And lend us faithful patriots your strength and eternal wisdom for the coming days. In your name we pray, amen.”

“Thank God,” Win muttered under her breath, glad to finally pull her hand free from Roy’s.

“A wonderful grace, as always,” Karen gushed, placing her napkin in her lap and taking one of the twin’s plates to dish up before fixing the other girl’s.

Win fought the urge to roll her eyes, instead focusing on her own plate, taking a little from each dish before passing it on.

“So, Win–” Roy spoke, meeting her gaze as he accepted the tray of roast beef from her. “You from round here?”

“No, not originally,” she answered, reaching for her water glass as soon the dish was out of her hand. “I grew up in Chicago.”

“City girl, huh?” Roy interjected, his knife scratched shrilly against his plate as he cut his meat, the sound setting Win’s teeth on edge.

“Wait, really?” Gator exclaimed, his brows pinching as a note of surprise entered his voice, his fork hovering midair halfway between his plate and his mouth. “Coulda fooled me,” he mumbled, clearly disgruntled that he didn’t know that about her.

Win shrugged, bringing her glass to her lips. “I’m adaptable.”

“Hmm.” Roy nodded, studying her as he took a bite. “So what brought you here to our neck of the woods?”

Win noticed Gator’s curious glance as well and sighed, resigning herself to telling the bones of the story–if Gator wanted to know the rest, she’d fill in the details later, but Roy didn’t need to know that much information about her.

“Just decided on a change of scenery. I had nothing really holding me in Chicago,” she answered with a half shrug, moving the food around her plate before taking a bite. “I wasn’t even planning on staying in North Dakota, really,” she continued, glancing at Gator, whose hand had settled on her bare knee beneath the table, his warm palm against her skin comforting.

“I was originally planning on continuing west, but my car broke down, and one thing led to another, keeping me in town, and well, here I am,” she finished, taking another bite while trying to ignore the way Roy’s gaze lingered and wishing she hadn’t worn such a low cut sundress.

“No family in Chicago?” he asked.

“None worth staying for,” Win answered shortly, wary of his curiosity. His friendly welcoming act might be fooling Gator, but she knew better.

“Well, I for one, am glad you stayed,” Gator murmured, leaning in closer, and Win couldn’t help but smile, softening as she turned to look at him, catching the sincerity in his warm brown eyes. Though she was turned away, she could practically feel Roy’s gaze boring into her, silently seething at the hold she had over his son.

“So, tell me, how’d you two meet?”

Win tensed at Roy’s query, knowing she couldn’t bring up their first official meeting, but she quickly braced herself before turning back to answer.

“I’d known Gator from around,” she admitted truthfully. “It’s a small town, after all. But it wasn’t til the night he stopped that creep from attacking me after work that we’d really talked,” she answered, biting back a wry grin at the way Gator puffed up proudly next to her, the sight sending an unexpected wave of affection crashing over her.

“Though, truth be told, I thought he was kind of a jerk up til then,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him as he gaped at her indignantly, only making him look cuter.

Roy’s jaw flexed as he watched the playful exchange. “Seemed like you had quite a lot of time to… talk that night.”

Win tensed. He’d said it offhandedly, but the message behind his words was clear, and she nearly opened her mouth to tell him they were both adults who could do as they liked when Gator’s hand squeezed her knee beneath the table, warning her to keep her mouth shut. When neither of them responded, Karen took the opportunity to speak up, attempting to engage her husband and father in conversation, luckily shifting the attention from Win and Gator, though as soon as she did, Win’s teeth clenched tighter in further effort to keep her opinions to herself.

“Did you see what the liberals are tryin’ to do now? I can’t believe they’re actually gunna go through with this ridiculous impeachment scheme–”

When Gator’s hand on her knee slid slowly higher, his slender fingers skimming her inner thigh dangerously close to her panty line, she nearly gave a jolt as heat licked up her body, igniting a throbbing ache in her core.

“What’re you doing?” she hissed, discreetly grabbing his hand beneath the table to drag it away from beneath her skirt and back to her knee.

“Nothin’,” Gator replied, managing to keep a mostly straight face, a hint of coy amusement dancing in his eyes and curving his lips at her frustrated expression.

“Behave,” she warned, reluctantly taking her hand away from his to reach for the dinner roll on her plate, trying to ignore Karen’s annoying rant that was still going on. As much as she hated it, Win sort of felt sorry for the woman–she was clearly seeking her husband’s and father’s approval with her opinions on current political events, only for the two men to completely disregard her–instead they seemed practically fed up with her chatter, as if they’d heard it all before and were just waiting for her to shut up.

As Win took a bite of her roll, however, Gator’s hand began to wander once more, his fingers tracing a feather light trail back toward the apex of her thigh, sending her skin pebbling under his teasing touch.

“Gator–” she whined, nearly choking on her food as her head whipped back toward him. “I’m trying to make a good impression here, for your sake, and this is how you repay me?” she muttered, biting her lip to keep from moaning softly as his fingers found her clit over her cotton panties, that were quickly starting to become damp with arousal.

“And I’m trying to distract you before you forget to watch your mouth and butt into a conversation that’ll only rile you up,” he replied, leaning in to whisper in her ear, his breath hot against her cheek.

“You’re an ass, Gator,” Win growled, discreetly reaching under the table to give him a taste of his own medicine, her hand cupping his obvious bulge over his thick denim.

Not expecting her retaliation, Gator jerked in his chair, his knee hitting the underside of the table with a soft thud and a bitten off oath. Several sets of eyes turned to look at him and he quickly grabbed his glass to take a drink, buying some time to think of an excuse while his face burned red.

“Went down the wrong way,” he explained gruffly, thumping his chest with his fist and clearing his throat while Win continued to caress him, feeling him harden beneath the confines of the stiff fabric.

The twins tittered at his outburst, amused for a moment before going back to their food which they were too busy playing with to eat, causing Karen to scold them while her father shook his head and grumbled something under his breath, before returning to his meal as well.

“Think you have the upper hand here? Two can play at that game, Princess,” Gator growled under his breath, his fingers working their way beneath Win’s panties to touch her directly and she had to bite down on her lip to stifle a moan, quickly taking a drink as well.

Feeling eyes on her, Win glanced to her left, catching Roy watching, his sharp eyes narrowing at the pair of them, suspicion etched into the lines of his face, as if he knew exactly what they were doing beneath the table, and Win hastily pushed Gator’s hand away as Roy cleared his throat to speak.

“You know, there’s a natural order to things. We feel it in our bones,” he began, and Win tensed, steeling herself for the slew of bullshit the Sheriff was no doubt gearing up to preach.

“Jesus was a man, not some bearded lady,” he scoffed, shaking his head, “and just as water flows downhill, a man is head of his household. Under him, the woman abides,” Roy mused, clasping his hands together in front of him as he leaned in closer, resting his elbows atop the rough wooden table, his gaze pointedly taking in both Gator and Win, whose jaw clenched tighter as Roy continued.

“The woman should hold her virtue close until that matrimonial threshold is crossed, and only then should she open to him, as a flower to the sun. And in exchange, the man shelters and protects his female, as the sword has its sheath.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Win muttered under her breath, risking a glance to her right, glad to find Gator looking nearly as uncomfortable as she felt, his cheeks stained red. She’d been half afraid to see him nodding along, hanging on his father’s every word. But if she was offended by what she heard, it was only about to get worse.

Roy paused to take a sip from his glass, wetting his lips before continuing his impromptu sermon. “Furthermore, the man must raise his hand to his woman when she forgets her place and acts the man, but then, only for instruction, never taking any pleasure or satisfaction from the task,” he added solemnly, though Win could’ve swore a smug light flashed in his eyes, and Win’s jaw flexed in anger, her teeth creaking from the strain of keeping her mouth shut, ice cold fury racing through her veins. She didn’t believe for a second that Roy didn’t take any pleasure from knocking his wife around, not with the way Karen quickly averted her eyes.

Roy let out a soft snort, shaking his head ruefully, his eyes finding Gator’s for the next part. “Of course, there are always women too headstrong for their own good. In such extreme cases, the woman must be broken, her instruction much more demanding, until she remembers her place–”

Unable to stomach much more, Win stood abruptly, her chair nearly falling backward in her haste. “I need to use the restroom. Excuse me,” she muttered through clenched teeth, smoothing her skirt before heading back to the house, her face burning — whether from anger or embarrassment, she wasn’t sure— her hands clenched at her sides, barely noticing Gator’s worried glance as she hurried back toward the house.

Shutting the bathroom door firmly behind her, Win twisted the tap and splashed her face with cool water, heaving a deep breath to slow her hammering heart.

It had taken every ounce of self control she possessed not to go off on Roy. He knew exactly what he was doing. Though on the surface his little speech had been delivered so matter-of-factly, she could sense the smugness just lurking below his placid expression, and Gator hadn’t said anything.

Just how much did he buy into that shit?

Win set her jaw, determined to make it through the rest of this ridiculous dinner with her head held high before giving Gator a piece of her mind in private, and finding out just how much he expected her to be like that. With one last look in the mirror, she pushed the door open, only to stop in her tracks, finding her way blocked, and a spike of unease shot through her as Roy loomed over her, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Excuse me,” she murmured, trying to step past him, but the Tillman patriarch merely leaned nonchalantly against the door frame, trapping her in place.

When it became apparent he wasn’t about to move, Win took a step back, glancing discreetly around the small bathroom, searching for anything that might be used as a weapon, if need be.

Roy studied her a moment, as if she were a problem he was deciding on the best way to handle.

“Sorry for startlin’ yeh,” he said, noticing her wary stance and flashing her what was supposed to be a soothing smile. “Just thought it’d be as good a time as any to talk to you about some concerns I have,” he explained, nodding his head solemnly and Win merely stared back, tensing as she waited to see what fresh bullshit he was about to spew next.

“You’re a very beautiful girl, Miss Lewis. Fiery. Clever, too. It’s easy to see why my son’s so enamored with you,” Roy drawled, looking her up and down slowly. “And I’m sure you have many other lovely qualities,” he continued, hooking his thumbs in his belt as he took a deep breath, getting to the point he was trying to make.

“But let’s face it, you and I both know you’re just not the right fit for him. Do you understand?” he asked, polite as ever, though the meaning behind his words couldn’t be any clearer, and Win merely stared at him.

Oh, she wasn’t surprised, per say, especially after that delightful little speech at lunch, but she hadn’t exactly expected him to take such a straightforward approach.

“I’m afraid I don’t,” she replied, lifting her chin defiantly.

Roy let out an unamused huff, running his tongue over his molars as he shook his head ruefully.

“Like I said, I can see the allure, boy’s only human, and at first I didn’t care that he was gettin’ his kicks. He has to sow his wild oats sometime, but now things are getting serious, and this needs to end,” he said firmly. “I’ve looked up your record. It’s a laundry list of offenses and, well, see, your beliefs, your political affiliations, they just don’t line up with ours,” he said, sucking a breath through his teeth, as if it were a shame.

“What Gator needs is a good Christian woman who knows her place and won’t hesitate to put his needs above her own, and no offense, but we both know that ain’t you.”

And there it was. His cards were on the table.

He could see the sway she held over his son, and that made her a threat. She was dangerous to their way of life, and he couldn’t afford for her to influence Gator, to turn him against him.

Win nodded, as if she understood. “No offense,” she drawled, echoing Roy’s words, her gaze turning hard, “but I think that’s up for him to decide.”

For a long moment, Roy stared her down, his expression hardening to match hers, but she didn’t back down, her glare unwavering despite the way her heart felt ready to beat out of her chest.

Sensing she wasn’t about to stand down, he plastered a smile to his face and shrugged, pushing away from the door.

“Just remember this moment, and how I warned you. Sooner or later Gator’s gunna come to his senses, you’ll see. He doesn’t need you.”

Without another word, Roy turned away, heading back outside, leaving Win reeling. As soon as he was out of sight, she let out the breath she’d been holding, deflating against the door, her heart pounding deafeningly in her ears. For a moment, she wondered if maybe Roy was right. After all, she’d been telling herself that Gator was wrong for her all along, but...

But, the thought of walking away from him brought a lump to her throat, and that feeling she never wanted to think too hard about when it came to him twisted her stomach so hard it made her gasp, a soft sob bursting from her lips.

Roy was wrong. If Gator needed anything, it was her. The last thing she wanted to do was give up on him, especially because of what Roy wanted.

Composing herself, Win was ready to walk back out there, head held high, and show Roy his little chat hadn’t rattled her, when voices from the kitchen caught her attention and she crept closer to listen, overhearing Karen’s voice.

“I don’t know what Gator’s playing at bringing that girl here. It’s a slap in the face, is what it is. I mean, he has to know her reputation,” she exclaimed while Kelly hummed her agreement.

“Liberal feminazi whore,” Karen grumbled, slamming a dish down hard on the counter.

“What do they even have in common, anyway?” Kelly mused and Karen snorted.

“Oh, I’m sure there’s really only one thing they have in common–”

Not able to stomach any more, Win stepped into the kitchen. “Oh, is that dessert?” she exclaimed, leaning forward to scoop some of the whipped cream from the top of the pie in Karen’s hands onto her finger before popping it into her mouth, relishing the alarmed look on the other woman’s face as she wondered if Win had overheard her.

“Mmm, that’s better than sex,” Win moaned, licking her lips. “Or at least I would assume,” she added, flashing a grin that took in both women, but didn’t quite reach her eyes, though she’d certainly amused herself.

Taking advantage of their stunned silence, she stepped out of the room and nearly collided into Gator as he stepped into the back hallway.

“Ah shit, there ya are,” he sighed in relief. “Thought my dad might’ve scared ya off for a second there,” he murmured, reaching for her arms, his thumbs caressing her skin.

“He tried to,” she muttered sullenly, glancing over her shoulder toward the kitchen. “Can we go somewhere private? I need to get away from your family for a bit.”

Gator followed her gaze before nodding, his brows pinching. “C’mon, I’ll show ya my room,” he said, taking her hand and leading her up the back staircase.

Gator’s bedroom was the last room on the right, and as soon as he pushed open the door, it was obvious it was his. The walls were covered with posters of cars, metal bands, and half naked women–there were even several centerfolds taped to the ceiling above his bed for easy jerk off access. Amongst the various posters and somewhat unsettling drawings–Gator’s handiwork, Win assumed–a pair of mounted animal skulls decorated the far wall, their gaping eye sockets staring lifelessly, like silent sentinels keeping vigil over the space. But it was the Confederate Gadsden flag hanging proudly over the head of his bed that was the centerpiece and Win frowned as it drew her eye.

“You know, it’s kinda antithetical to call yourself a patriot while displaying a Confederate flag,” she pointed out, throwing Gator a dry look, unable to hold her tongue any longer, Roy and Karen having depleted the last of her patience.

“Huh?” Gator asked, frowning in confusion. “What do ya mean?”

Win rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she ambled toward the glass tank in the corner of the room, admiring the spotted ball python curled up peacefully under its heat lamp, too tired to explain it to him and not exactly wanting to start a fight.

“Nevermind,” she sighed, crouching down to get a better look at the snake. “What’s its name?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at Gator who stood awkwardly in the doorway.

“That’s Sid,” he answered, slowly shutting the door behind him before joining her, starting to feel a little awkward about his decor, hoping she wouldn’t think any less of him for it.

“He’s cute,” she murmured, stroking the glass near the python’s face, its tongue flicking out as it lifted its head for a moment before settling back down.

Win got to her feet and turned toward his bed, glancing up at the centerfolds on the ceiling. “Should get you a photo of me to put up there,” she teased, smirking at Gator who lingered at the foot of the bed, just out of reach.

“Yeah,” he agreed, shifting his weight nervously. “I mean, it’s not like I– uh–” he mumbled, fumbling with his words.

“Like you jerk it to ‘em every night?” Win asked, tilting her head knowingly, and he cleared his throat.

“Not anymore I don’t,” he muttered, scoffing slightly. “Not since I got you to help me out.”

Win smirked, huffing a soft laugh. “Wanna put on some music?” she asked and Gator quickly nodded, turning around to switch on his boombox, playing the Metallica album that was already loaded in the cd tray and turning up the volume, filling the small room with the heavy guitar riffs.

Letting her eyes wander further, Win’s brows raised as she noticed the pair of handcuffs hanging casually from the head of his bed frame and an idea came to her.

“You ever use those before?” she asked, gesturing to the cuffs, and Gator cleared his throat.

“No, haven’t exactly gotten the chance,” he admitted, his answer making Win’s grin grow.

Pressing her hand to his chest, she backed him toward the bed, biting her lip, an impish light in her stormy eyes before she pushed him back atop the mattress, sending him sprawling.

“Then let’s break them in, shall we?” she mused, unhooking them from the bed frame, letting them dangle from her finger as she climbed astride Gator’s waist, lifting his arms above his head.

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind,” he muttered, though he didn’t resist as Win cuffed him to the center bar of his headboard.

“Oh?” she cooed, tilting her head at him. “And what did you have in mind?”

Gator’s eyes flitted away. “Was kinda hopin’ it’d be the other way round,” he admitted sheepishly.

“Would that make it easier for you to ‘break’ me?” Win countered, her grin disappearing and Gator’s eyes went wide, snapping back to hers.

“What, no! That’s not–!” he exclaimed quickly, grimacing at the thought, but Win didn’t move, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.

When she didn’t respond, Gator struggled against his restraints. “I swear, I have no intention of doin’ that!” he insisted, silently pleading with his eyes for her to believe him.

She wanted to.

Pressing her hands to his chest, she rolled her hips against him, grinding down atop him and Gator groaned, his cock stirring at the friction, beginning to grow hard again.

“You don’t wanna hit me if I disobey? Instruct me on how to abide under you?” she asked coldly, slipping the leather cord that held his badge from around his neck and settling it around her own, letting the shiny silver star land between her breasts before she began to unbutton his dress shirt.

“Fuck, no!” he cried, frowning up at her, a hiss of pain escaping his lips when she ripped his shirt open, pinching his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers as she ground against him harder, feeling his trapped erection press against her clothed heat.

“Why not?” she breathed, holding Gator’s gaze. “It’s what your dad would do. It’s what he wants you to do. He said as much to the whole table,” she scoffed.

Gator’s lips twitched, pulling downward as she swallowed thickly, trying not to squirm beneath her as she teased him mercilessly.

“Because I like the way you are!” he exclaimed, panting as she once more stilled atop him, waiting to see what else he had to say. “I like that you’re feisty, that you challenge me!” he admitted desperately. “That’s why I pursued you. If I wanted a chick like Karen, they’re a dime a dozen,” he scoffed, shaking his head, his brows furrowed.

“The last thing I wanna do is tame that wild spirit of yours. It’s so fuckin’ hot,” he groaned, letting out a soft whimper.

“You don’t want me to submit to you?” Win asked, running her fingers through his chest hair and he shook his head.

“Only when you want to.”

The corner of Win’s lips curled just slightly. Pleased with his answer, she shifted atop him, leaning in to steal a kiss, her tongue flicking playfully into his mouth and she moaned as his tongue met hers, writhing against it desperately, his jaw cracking wider as he sought to deepen the kiss.

Suddenly however, Win pulled back, clicking her tongue softly as Gator whined, jerking against the cuffs, and she smiled sweetly down at him.

“Don’t you wanna be inside me?” she purred, cocking an eyebrow at him in amusement and he nodded eagerly.

“Fuck, please–” he gasped, his hips arching off the bed as Win slipped off him to shimmy her soaked panties down, balling them up and shoving them into Gator’s mouth, muffling the low groan he let out, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head.

“You like that?” she cooed, slowly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his dark jeans, his cock very obviously straining against the stiff fabric. “You’re such a dirty boy, Gator,” she taunted, pulling his zipper down slowly before tugging his jeans down just enough for his cock to spring free, landing heavily against his stomach, already twitching and weeping.

“So pretty,” Win breathed, leaning over to press a chaste kiss to his pink throbbing head, smearing his salty pre against her plush lips and a whimper caught in Gator’s throat, his hips lifting desperately, trying to press his cock into her mouth.

“Patience, Gator,” she drawled, crawling back onto the bed and throwing her leg over his hips, hovering just out of reach. “You wanna see?” she asked, slowly lifting the patterned fabric of her skirt to expose her sex, her arousal practically dripping down her inner thighs, more turned on than she expected, to see him restrained like that–not to mention the heady rush of knowing she was dominating him in his father’s house.

Gator’s eyes fell to Win’s exposed cunt and he groaned around the fabric balled in his mouth.

Win chuckled. “You want this? Want my pussy, baby?” she cooed and Gator nodded desperately, pleading with his dark hazel eyes.

Smiling at his eager reaction, she guided his head to her slick folds, lining him up before slowly sinking down onto him, moaning softly at the stretch that she never quite got used to, careful to hold her skirt out of the way so Gator could watch her suck him in, inch by agonizingly slow inch. When she finally settled atop him, his cock fully buried inside her tight heat, she stilled, cockwarming him as she pulled her panties from his mouth.

“Are you gunna be a good boy for me, Gator?”

At her question, he nodded almost frantically, his chest heaving with anticipation, cock throbbing inside her, desperate for her to move.

“I’ll be good,” he breathed, working moisture back into his mouth, lips parting as he gazed up at her, eyes already blown wide with lust.

“Open,” she instructed, shifting her hips just a fraction, and though Gator let out a soft whine, he did as she asked, opening his mouth.

Win didn’t hesitate, leaning over him to spit in his mouth, her tongue swiping across her bottom lip before telling him to swallow, watching his adam’s apple bob as he obeyed.

“You’re such a good boy,” she purred, stroking the side of his face, and the sinful groan that left Gator’s lips at her praise had her clenching around him, her clit throbbing for some relief. “Such a good fuckin’ boy,” she breathed, finally rolling her hips atop him, unable to take it anymore.

“You’d do anything for this pussy, wouldn’t you? My slutty little Gator,” she moaned, splaying her hands atop his chest for stability as she began to move faster, riding him in earnest, his badge bouncing against her chest, glinting proudly in the light that trickled through the dark curtains that hung in the windows.

With each roll of her hips, his cock dragged against her spongy sweet spot while the coarse dark hair at his base sent electricity crackling through her each time her clit ground against him.

“Anything–!” Gator cried, his mouth falling open as his eyes screwed shut. “I’m your good boy,” he whined, bucking up into her desperately, fighting not to blow his load too soon.

“Oh fuck,” Win gasped, Gator’s wanton moans and whimpers nearly pushing her over the edge herself and she was glad for the loud music that masked their cries. “Don’t cum yet, I’m close,” she threatened, her movements turning urgent, almost frantic as she chased her pleasure, warmth enveloping her, beckoning to her, her release hovering just out of reach, and Gator nodded, gritting his teeth.

“Good boy,” Win whimpered, her breath catching as the spring in her stomach snapped, and pleasure coursed through her like an avalanche. “Fuck! Cum for me–! Fill me up, Gate, want you to cum!” she cried, shuddering as she rode him through his release, capturing his lips in a searing kiss as he spasmed inside her, pumping her full.

“Good boy, good boy–” Win breathed against his chapped lips, like a prayer before she finally stilled, opening her eyes to find him gazing up at her, pussy drunk, with hearts in his eyes.

“That was–” Gator faltered, having to gasp a breath before continuing. “Never came that hard before,” he rasped, his eyelids fluttering, struggling to stay open, and Win smiled softly, peppering light kisses across his brow and cheeks as she reached for the key to the handcuffs, keeping him inside her, not wanting to lose that feeling of fullness just yet.

As soon as his hands were free, Win returned the cuffs to Gator’s bed frame and placed soft kisses against his wrists as she met his gaze.

“You alright?”

“Never better,” he murmured, clearing his throat and tucking a stray strand of bleached hair behind Win’s ear, making her smile softly–the uncomfortable events from earlier forgotten for the moment.

“C’mere,” Gator grunted, helping Win roll off him and handing her panties back to clean herself up with while he tucked himself back into his pants and buttoned his shirt back up.

“Oh,” Win breathed, remembering his badge still hung round her neck and she slipped it over her head, setting it on his bedside table before curling up against his side and letting him hold her close, her cheek resting against his chest. For a long moment neither of them spoke and Win was beginning to wonder if he’d fallen asleep, until he stirred, his fingers trailing softly down her arm and she shifted, tilting her head to look up at him.

“Hey Gator,” she murmured, chewing her lip as she wondered how to bring up the question that had been nagging at her since her conversation with Roy.

“Hmm?” he hummed, cracking an eye open to fix her in his sight.

Win frowned, taking a breath. “You’re not just… getting your kicks with me until you find something… better, are you?”

As soon as the question hung in the air, Win wanted to crawl under a rock, hating how insecure she sounded. Gator’s brows drew down and he half pushed himself up to look her in the eye, fully alert now.

“What? Why would you think that?”

Win shrugged, her gaze dropping sheepishly. “Just… all that shit your dad said,” she mumbled, picking at a crease in his shirt. “I mean, my virtue’s long gone…”

Gator huffed a scoff. “I could give a shit about your virtue,” he muttered, his response snapping Win’s eyes back up in surprise. “I’m glad you’re not some inexperienced prude,” he exclaimed, an impish grin tugging at his lips. “It’s hot how much you like my cock,” he boasted smugly.

“Gator–” Win groaned, rolling her eyes as her face warmed, but soon he sobered.

“I’m serious,” he insisted before his gaze dropped and he chewed on his lip. “And… about that other shit—“ he winced, shaking his head. “Look, I— I respect the shit outta Roy, but I’ve seen him… do things to my step mom—not Karen, the one before—Nadine,“ he clarified, his brow furrowing deeper. “Things that made me sick. Things that I would never—could never do to you,” he whispered, finally lifting his gaze back to her.

“What happened to her?” Win whispered, her hand balling in his shirt.

Gator shook his head sadly. “She left. Just like my mom.”

Win’s heart squeezed at the way Gator’s voice cracked at mom and she pulled him into her arms, holding him close, her anger at Roy returning tenfold, seeping into her.

“You’re a good man, Gator. A better man than your father,” she whispered fiercely, the words almost inaudible, and if Gator heard, he didn’t respond, merely tightening his arms around her and burying his face in the crook of her neck.

The creak of floorboards in the hall was the only warning before Gator’s door swung open, Roy knocking as he stepped into the room, a frown marring his bluff features when he found the pair decent, but still entwined atop the bed.

“Dad–” Gator exclaimed, a cross between alarm and indignation tinging his voice before he quickly cut off and cleared his throat, hastily disentangling himself from Win and running a hand through his hair, smoothing it back into place.

“Quite foolin’ around and say goodbye to your girl, you got chores to do,” Roy announced, his tone brooking no nonsense.

“But–”

At Gator’s reluctance, Roy’s expression hardened and Gator sighed, recognizing the unspoken warning in his eyes.

“Alright,” he muttered. “C’mon, I’ll walk you down.”

Win nodded, slipping from the bed and grabbing her shoes while Gator shut off his stereo. Before Roy turned away, he grabbed Win by the arm, pulling her closer in the hall.

“Remember what I said,” he whispered gruffly. “End things or there will be consequences,” he warned, his fingers digging into her bicep hard enough to bruise and Win winced. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response, she kept her head high and her eyes straight ahead, though a flash of fear seared through her.

“Glad you could join us for dinner, we’ll hafta do this again some time,” Roy exclaimed, releasing Win before stepping past her and down the stairs.

“You okay?” Gator’s voice in her ear made Win jump and she quickly smoothed her features before turning to face him.

“Yeah, m’fine,” she assured him, flashing him a smile before slipping her hand in his and heading downstairs. She was glad there was no one gathered in the front room to say goodbye to as they passed through. She didn’t think she had any patience left to deal with any more fake bullshit.

When they got to her car, Gator pulled her into his arms and pressed her back against the side of the Chevelle before she could pull the door open.

“Gator,” Win chuckled helplessly, unable to keep the grin from her face. “What’re you doing?”

“Stealin’ some kisses before you go, that okay?” he drawled, a lopsided grin pulling at his lips as he leaned in to kiss her, his tongue sliding against the seam of her lips until she opened for him, moaning softly into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, stealing her breath away.

“What was that for?” she breathed when they finally parted and Gator shrugged, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks.

“Just wanted t’kiss you, that’s all,” he replied, trying to ignore Win’s doubtful expression. “Alright fine,” he huffed, ducking his head. “Wanted to thank you for showing up today. I know it wasn’t exactly easy, and I appreciate it,” he mumbled sheepishly.

For a moment Win thought he was going to say something else, but he swallowed the words and shook his head, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“You’re welcome,” Win murmured, taking his face between her hands and pressing one last chaste kiss to his swollen lips, surprising him. “Just don’t expect me to show up next Sunday,” she said wryly and Gator huffed a laugh.

“Deal.”

Win could feel eyes on them and sure enough, Roy was standing on the porch watching them, his expression a tight mask.

“Call me tonight?” Win asked, letting out a sigh as Gator finally released her, stepping back.

“Oh, you betcha,” he drawled, winking at her, and Win blew him a kiss as she climbed into her car, twisting the key in the ignition, letting the engine roar to life.

As she pulled away from the house, turning down the long drive back to the road, she glanced in the rearview mirror, finding Roy still watching her as she drove away. Smirking to herself, she stuck her arm out the window to give him a cheeky wave, even though she wanted to throw a different gesture.

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don’t waste your time (on me) [g.t]

03. | I Hope that I Don't Fall in Love with You

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 4.2k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, misogynistic themes, gator being endearing and sweet, inexperienced!Gator, unprotected sex, p in v, rough car sex, creampie, spitting, panty stealing, public sex ⇾ a/n: I've kind of been agonizing over this series lately, afraid that my characterization and the story line are kinda all over the place, so hopefully that's just all in my head;;

Despite both receiving warnings to stay away from the other by outside parties, neither can keep their mind off the other, and Gator can't stay away, while Win comes to the decision that she doesn't want him to.

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Win stirred, something waking her from a deep slumber and a dream she couldn’t quite remember. Her eyelids were too heavy to open just yet, her vision blurry when she tried. A pleasant ache radiated from between her thighs and the memory of several tiring rounds of sex the night before floated to the surface of her mind, Gator insisting he needed to practice.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she rolled over instead, nuzzling into the pillow beneath her face as she reached out for something, a vague feeling that there should be someone warm there to hold onto. However, when she felt only cold sheets, the covers thrown back, she jerked awake, the fog clouding her mind and body disappearing suddenly.

“Gator?” she asked, her voice cracking and she grimaced at how pathetic she sounded. A quick glance around the room told her his clothes were gone, the clock reading seven thirty.

He’d gone before she woke, leaving without saying a word and a feeling she didn’t want to identify spread through her stomach, choking her, until the smell of something burning hit her nostrils.

Frowning, Win pulled back the covers and shivered, quickly pulling her robe around her to go investigate when suddenly the shrill shriek of her smoke alarm began to blare. Outside, Win heard Gator swear loudly from the kitchen and a grin tugged at her lips, relief washing through her before she could think too much about the origin of the emotion.

“Piece of shit, dumb fuckin’ thing—“ Gator muttered as Win emerged from her room to find him trying to turn the alarm off, a ruined pan of eggs smoking on the stovetop.

“What’s going on out here?” she asked, crossing her arms as she leaned against the counter, amusement lacing her voice.

Gator managed to reach the off button on the smoke detector and grimaced, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he finally looked at her, a sheepish expression on his face.

“Were you seriously trying to make us breakfast?” she asked, unable to keep from giggling softly at the sour look that crossed his face.

“Trying is the key word,” he muttered, dropping the skillet in the sink. “Wanted to make something a little nicer than cold pop tarts.”

“Jesus, you’re hopeless, Gator,” Win sighed, a grin playing at the corners of her mouth. “But sweet,” she added and he brightened, glancing hesitantly at her.

“Well, y’know it’s the thought that counts, right?” he murmured, pulling her closer by the hips. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“You certainly did. I thought you left…” Win admitted, her gaze dropping, that unwelcome emotion once more burning her chest.

Gator’s amused chuckle brought her head snapping up.

“You thought I snuck out without sayin’ goodbye and thanks for the tumble?” he teased, a shit eating grin on his stupid handsome face. “Didn’t think you’d be so upset over something like that,” he drawled, pleased as punch and Win spluttered defensively.

“That’s not—!”

“Ain’t that cute,” Gator mused, wending his arms around her tighter, pressing her chest to his. “Looks like someone’s gettin’ attached,” he taunted lightly, his eyes searching hers. “What was it you said, don’t go fallin’ in love just cause we slept together? Something to that effect?” he taunted further and Win scowled.

“Very funny,” she snapped, turning her face away, or trying, Gator catching her jaw with his hand and directing her face back toward him, leaning in til his lips barely brushed hers.

“You’re beautiful in the morning, you know that?” he murmured before his lips pressed to hers, parting to kiss her deeper and Win melted against him, past caring about morning breath, her tongue meeting his in a gentle caress.

“Wish I could stay longer, but I gotta get ready for my shift soon,” he groaned, pulling back to gaze at her from under long lashes that had no right to be that beautiful, his next words spoiling the effect somewhat. “Since you’re awake, you wanna whip us up something, babe?” he asked, hopefully.

Win rolled her eyes, pushing him back with an unamused snort. “One thing you should know about me, babe,” she said, emphasizing the word, “is that I’m probably about as good a cook as you are. So how about those pop tarts?” she offered instead.

Gator laughed, shaking his head ruefully. “And here I thought all women were naturals in the kitchen.”

Win flashed him a flat stare before pinching his side, ignoring his indignant yelp.

“Watch it, Tillman, I could still kick you out without breakfast.”

“Alright, alright! I’ll get the pop tarts!” he exclaimed, holding his hands up in surrender and Win reluctantly smiled.

Gator busied himself with unwrapping the pastries and dropping them in the slots of the toaster, pressing down the lever as he glanced at Win out of the corner of his eye.

“So… when can I see you again?”

Win chewed her lip at his question, shrugging a shoulder, not trusting herself to voice the answer that initially sprang to her lips.

“Surprise me,” she said instead, wrapping her arms around herself.

Gator watched her for a moment before nodding, a grin spreading across his face. “Yes, ma’am,” he drawled, snatching one of the poptarts as it popped up, only to drop it with a hiss of pain.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot!” he yelped, shaking his hand and Win had to fight not to laugh, managing to hold back the brunt of her amusement and only letting out a soft snort.

“Yeah, no shit,” she exclaimed, turning on the faucet and guiding his hand to the cold water. “Hold that there for a few minutes til the pain goes away,” she instructed, turning away to carefully pick up the pastry with a napkin and hand it to him so he could eat while he waited.

“Why is it every time you try to look cool, you end up looking like a dork?” Win teased, pouring two cups of coffee and adding creamer – Gator struck her as the type to like his coffee sickeningly sweet.

“I don’t look like a dork,” Gator huffed sullenly, his mouth full of the rest of his breakfast.

Win shook her head ruefully, brushing the crumbs from his face before handing him the cup of coffee.

“Careful, it’s hot,” she warned with an amused twist of her lips, and Gator answered with a flat stare, clearly not amused.

Win shook her head, leaning against the counter as he took a sip. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing though, y’know? It’s endearing,” she murmured.

Gator scoffed, his brows pinching. I don’t wanna be endearing,” he muttered. “I want you to think I’m hot shit,” he admitted and Win’s expression softened.

“Don’t try so hard,” she said, shrugging as if it were easy.

Gator nodded slowly, his gaze faraway, as if deep in thought, until he winced. “I can’t feel my hand,” he whined and Win couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out, quickly stifling it as she turned off the tap and grabbed a towel, taking Gator’s hand to dry it and work a little warmth back in.

“How’s that? Better?” Win asked, pressing a kiss to his palm for good measure, her eyes flicking up to his in time to see his lips part and pink rise to his cheeks.

Hastily clearing his throat, Gator flexed his hand. “Much better,” he said, grabbing his hat from the counter and tugging it on.

“Ah, shit,” he swore under his breath when he caught sight of the time. “I gotta go. I’ll, uh, I’ll text you,” he said, hurrying to the front door to stuff his feet in his boots and run.

Win watched him go, a bemused smile on her face til she realized what she was doing and shook herself out of it, trying to ignore the confusing mix of emotions that plagued her.

When she stepped into the bathroom to start the water for her shower, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and gasped, gaping at the series of dark hickies Gator had left along her neck.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” she growled, knowing she’d never be able to cover them completely.

Moments later her phone lit up on the counter, Gator’s name flashing across the screen.

🐊: had fun last night ;)

If Win weren’t so annoyed with him at the moment, she’d find the fact that he barely waited ten minutes after leaving to text her – no doubt doing so while driving – amusing and rather endearing, but she was too worked up for that.

Snapping a photo of her neck, she furiously typed out a message to go with it before hitting send.

Winnie: WTF Gator? Just had to go and mark me up, huh??

Grabbing a towel from the closet, she slipped her robe off, waiting for him to reply.

🐊: sorry, couldn’t help it. think of em as something to remember me by ;p

Unable to hold onto her anger any longer, Win rolled her eyes, sending one last reply before climbing in the shower.

Winnie: you’re an ass

“You’re late, Deputy.”

Roy sat behind his desk, his face half hidden by the newspaper in his hands. He barely glanced up to look at Gator as he sauntered into the station.

“Sorry, lost track of time,” Gator mumbled, heading to the coffee pot to pour himself a cup, still needing to wake up some more, wishing he was still in bed with Win.

Roy grunted, finally folding the paper and tossing it down on the desk. “Where were you last night? Didn’t see your cruiser parked at the ranch,” he said, turning his full focus on his son.

Gator opened his mouth, searching for an answer, but another Deputy cut him off.

“Big hero insisted he had to escort Miss Lewis home after thwarting her assault in Frankie’s parking lot,” the man drawled, a shit eating grin on his face. “You stay the night too, hero? Get a nice reward?” he taunted, laughing at the disgruntled look on Gator’s face.

“Lewis?” Roy asked, flipping through the paperwork from last night's collar. “Win Lewis, works as a bartender at Frankie’s,” he mused, reading from the arrest report before glancing up at Gator. “Which one’s she?”

Again, the other officer answered before Gator could get a word in, his mouth hanging open in a wordless splutter.

“Short dyed blonde hair, all inked up. Got a mouth on her too, I hear, little spitfire,” he said, smirking pointedly at Gator. “Cute though. I wouldn’t kick her outta bed,” he added.

Gator narrowed his eyes, the muscles in his jaw flexing in annoyance before he smoothed his expression and turned to his dad.

“She was pretty shaken up after the attack, didn’t wanna be alone. You know how women are,” he said with a shrug. “I slept on the couch, damn uncomfortable though,” he grumbled, knuckling the small of his back to sell the story.

Roy stared at him for a long moment, frowning. “I seem to remember pulling her over once,” he mused, sitting up in his chair and reaching for his hat. “I hate to judge on first impressions and appearances,” he murmured, shaking his head, “but that girl’s trouble, mark my words. Too headstrong for her own good. Needs a man to put her in her place,” he said, fixing Gator with a stern glance from under the wide brim. “Best you keep a wide berth of that one,” he warned and Gator let out a scoff, quickly nodding in agreement.

“Right. Right, yeah,” he mumbled, watching his dad rise from his chair and leave the room, but he was already thinking of how much he wanted to see her again.

Remembering her car was still at the bar, Win had to text her friend and coworker to give her a ride for her shift.

As soon as she climbed into the car, her coworker, Lydia’s gaze went straight to her neck where the high collared jacket Win had on failed to completely obscure the dark marks Gator’d left behind and her eyes rounded.

“What are those?” she cried, a devious grin spreading across her face as she pulled away from the curb.

Win scowled and tugged at her collar. “You know damn well what they are,” she snapped, pulling down the visor to check her reflection in the small mirror on the back.

“So, who are they from?” Lydia asked, still wearing a shit eating grin, but Win kept her mouth shut, throwing her friend a pointed look to mind her damn business and Lydia took the hint, sighing dramatically.

“I’m sure I’ll find out sooner or later.”

Thankfully, for Win, it was a relatively quiet night at the bar and she had to admit after the night before she was wary of anyone who wasn’t a regular. Luckily, Lydia handled most of the unfamiliar faces for her while she hung back and cleaned the glasses.

Win’s phone buzzed again and she wiped her hands before pulling it from her pocket and rolling her eyes at the message, a tiny smile playing at her lips.

“Girl, who have you been texting all night?” Beau, the fry cook, asked, leaning out the order window in an attempt to read over her shoulder.

“No one!” Win answered quickly, pressing her screen to her chest so he couldn’t see.

“Probably whoever gave her those hickies,” Lydia teased, sidling up to the bar next to her and hooking a finger in her collar, tugging it down.

“What?” Beau gasped, craning to see. “How the hell did I miss those?” he exclaimed.

“Come on, spill,” Lydia insisted, waiting.

“It’s none of your business,” Win said lightly, slipping past her to check inventory.

“Oh, you know what,” Beau exclaimed, snapping his fingers and leaning in conspiratorially. “You’ll never guess who I spied our girl flirting with last night.”

“I was not flirting,” Win called, overhearing them from across the bar.

“Okay, you keep telling yourself that, honey,” Beau retorted before turning his attention back to Lydia.

“Who?” Lydia exclaimed and Beau’s grin turned impish.

“Gator Tillman.”

“No!” Lydia gasped, turning back to gape at Win. “Did you sleep with him?”

Win winced, knowing her friends would react this way. “Fine. Yes, I did,” she snapped defensively, tossing the bar towel slung over her shoulder down to the counter. “After last night, I didn’t wanna be alone, so I invited him in… and one thing led to another,” she muttered reluctantly.

“Was he… good?” Lydia asked, making a face.

“He wasn’t… bad,” Win admitted, hating the way her body betrayed her, her face flushing hotly.

“Please tell me this was just a one time thing,” Beau said, sobering. “He may have some looks goin’ on, but baby, you know his family’s reputation, plus boy's a cop and a loser.”

Win sighed. There was that phrase again, the one that made her itch to defend him. “I know…” she muttered reluctantly, staring at the bar top.

“Beau’s right, that’s not a family you wanna get tangled up with. Women tend to go missing around his daddy," Lydia said quietly, and Win couldn't exactly argue with her.

Once they’d finished closing up, Win’s friends walked her to her car, making sure she was alright before heading home themselves.

Inside her car, Win felt safer, checking that her pistol was still in the glove box before pulling out of the parking lot. In the seat beside her, her phone vibrated, but she didn’t pick it up, already knowing who it was. After the conversation with her friends, that torn feeling was back. She knew she and Gator didn’t belong together, so why did she still want to see him so bad?

When the Sheriff’s car pulled out behind her and flashed its lights, Win wasn’t surprised. For half a second she thought about gunning it and leaving Gator behind in the dust, just to see what he would do, but it wouldn’t make a difference, he already knew where she lived.

Pulling off the side of the road, she rolled down her window and waited. It wasn’t long before Gator sauntered over and leaned heavily against her car, ducking his head to look in her window.

“Know why I pulled you over?” he asked, a smug grin gracing his features as he tapped his fingers against her door.

“Honestly, I’m not sure, Deputy. I’m not aware I broke any laws,” Win replied, batting her eyes at him innocently.

Gator’s gaze roamed the inside of her car til it landed on her phone, laying face down on the passenger seat.

“Well, y’see, I sent you a message and you didn’t reply,” he murmured, a frown tugging at his chapped lips.

Win snorted softly. “I thought it was against the law to text and drive,” she countered, arching an eyebrow at him.

Gator shook his head, fighting back a grin. “That’s only when you’re texting anyone but me.”

“Oh. Oh, I see,” Win exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “I’m sorry Deputy, I wasn’t aware of that law.”

Gator narrowed his eyes at her, pulling her door open. “I’m gunna need you to step out of the vehicle, miss,” he exclaimed and Win’s brows rose.

“And what for?”

“Well, you’re sassin’ an officer of the law, miss, and I just can’t allow that,” he drawled, his smirk fixed firmly back in place and a thrill ran through Win at the sight.

Unbuckling her seat belt, Win stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind her.

“Hands on the top of the car,” Gator instructed.

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Win asked, stepping up to him, her chin rising defiantly. “You like bossing me around, Deputy?” she purred, her gaze holding his. It was certainly a change from his demeanor the night before.

Gator clicked his tongue and spun her, forcing her against the side of the car before nudging her legs apart with his foot and Win gasped as he began to roughly pat her down, just an excuse to feel her up, his wandering hands sending heat rushing through her.

It was as if Gator became more confident when he had a part to play, and Win couldn’t deny how much it seemed to turn her on.

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you all day,” he grunted, stilling, his breath hot against her neck as he pressed his hips into her ass and Win bit back the moan that threatened to slip out, not wanting him to know how much she was enjoying it.

“Sounds like someone’s pussy-whipped, Deputy,” she teased and Gator let out a laugh, his hand slipping between her legs.

“With a pussy this sweet, can you blame me?” he drawled, suddenly turning her back around to face him, pinning her back to the car, his lust blown eyes roaming her face before dipping lower to admire the marks he’d left.

“You didn’t even try to cover them up?” he breathed, his grin stretching wider.

Win’s mouth fell open. “That’s not–!” she exclaimed, but Gator wouldn’t hear it, leaning in to silence her with a kiss, swallowing the rest of her excuse, his tongue invading her mouth.

“Seems to me you wanted people to see,” he drawled in amusement, nipping at her bottom lip and noting the way her breath caught. “Did anyone ask about ‘em?” he wondered.

“Yeah, thanks a lot for that,” Win huffed sullenly, not wanting to repeat what her friends had said about him.

Gator snorted, kissing her again, his arms boxing her in, pressing her tighter to the car as his mouth moved against hers bruisingly.

“Did you touch yourself?” Win asked between rough kisses, sucking on his tongue before pulling back to raise an eyebrow at him.

“What?”

“You said you couldn’t stop thinking about me. Did you touch yourself in your cruiser, fisting your cock to the thought of this sweet pussy?” she taunted and even in the dark she could see the flush that rose to Gator’s cheeks.

“No,” he huffed, pressing his thigh between her legs, against her aching core. “I was waiting for the real thing,” he admitted, kissing her neck as her head lolled back against the car.

“Good boy,” she breathed teasingly, grinding desperately against his leg, throwing what was left of her dignity aside.

At Win’s praise, Gator moaned out loud, frantically reaching for the back door handle and yanking it open.

“Need you now,” he practically growled, tugging her skirt up and nearly tearing her panties down before forcing her into the back seat and tucking the discarded garment into his pocket.

“I’m not getting those back, am I?” Win asked, slipping to the edge of the seat and letting her legs fall open, giving Gator a good view of glistening sex as he fumbled with his belt.

“Nope,” he murmured, hissing as he finally freed his throbbing length.

“You like smelling panties too? Jeeze, you really are a pervert, Tillman,” she taunted, gasping as he bullied his cock between her slick folds. “Shit—!”

“You like to talk a lot until I’m buried balls deep in you,” he countered, barely waiting for her to adjust before snapping his hips to hers.

“G-Gator—“ Win whined, biting her lip against the sting of his stretch.

“Huh? What’s that? Can’t hear you Princess,” he grunted, smirking smugly as he sped up, his thrusts growing aggressive in his excitement, his cock nearly slipping out of her.

“Slow down,” she hissed, wincing as he bottomed out, hitting her cervix with a little too much force.

“Shit, did I hurt you?” Gator asked, stilling abruptly.

“Just… remember what I said about the g-spot, okay? It’s less about how deep you go and more about the angle,” Win reminded him breathlessly, adjusting her position and Gator frowned, his expression darkening at his mistake.

Pulling his hat from his head, he tossed it into her back seat. Pursing his lips, he spat, letting the saliva land where their bodies were connected before he rocked into her slower, drawing a moan from her when his cock dragged against her spongy g-spot.

“Just like that—“ Win gasped, wishing he was pressed against her, instead of standing outside the car, his hands grasping her thighs, keeping her from sliding across the back seat.

This time when he sped up, he seemed to keep her advice in mind, not just thrusting blindly into her and focusing only on his own pleasure.

“M’close, you close?” he asked through gritted teeth, fighting not to blow his load too soon, and Win let out a whine, reaching between her legs to rub at her clit to catch up to him, but Gator caught her wrist, pulling her hand away.

“Uh uh Princess,” he grunted, spitting once more on her cunt before desperately rubbing at her sensitive bud, wanting to show her he could make her cum all on his own.

At his touch, Win let out a cry, her mouth falling open, electricity coursing through her with each sloppy swipe of his fingers.

“Fuck— Gator, I’m—!” her words cut off in a high pitched whine and as soon as she clenched around him, he was a goner, exploding inside her, each jerky rut of his hips filling her further.

When he stilled, pulling out of her, his eyes greedily drank in the sight of her ruined hole and the mess he’d made of her. Pulling her panties from his pocket, he cleaned her up, smirking at the way she twitched, her walls still fluttering and clenching around nothing before he stuffed the soiled panties back in his pocket.

“Shit Gator, you’re a fast learner,” Win groaned, half pushing herself up against the seat and pulling her skirt back down as she watched Gator tuck himself back into his cargo pants.

“Had a good teacher,” he murmured, buckling his belt back up, and a small grin tugged at Win’s lips.

“So, uhm,” he paused to clear his throat. “You’re not… seeing anyone else are you?” he asked, avoiding her gaze to run a hand over his hair, making sure it was still in place.

“I’m not… at the moment,” she admitted, frowning at the flicker of emotion that stirred in her chest.

“Good,” Gator replied gruffly, glancing back at his cruiser, checking the road to make sure they were still alone. “Otherwise I’d have to arrest ‘em, make sure I'm the only one in the picture.”

“You’re starting to sound a little possessive, Gator,” Win pointed out, sitting up.

“Yeah well, I’ve never been much good at sharing,” he mumbled, turning his head to rub his nose and spit.

“You’d really arrest someone for me?” Win asked, laughing at the thought.

Gator shrugged. “I kinda already did,” he snorted before sobering, his words barely audible. “I’d do anything for you.”

“Gator—“ Win breathed, frowning, but he cleared his throat, pressing on.

“I better get back to it, I’m still on the clock, after all,” he huffed, realizing he’d gotten a little too sappy and trying to quickly reel it back in.

“Gator, wait—“ Win exclaimed, but his lips were on hers before she could stand and he straightened, grabbing his hat and slipping it back on his head.

“I’ll text you,” he said, nodding to her before turning away and striding back to his cruiser without another word, leaving her wanting more and starting to realize that she’d already decided that she was going to keep seeing him.

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