#fargo fic

"Please welcome to the stage, our youngest Chief of Medicine ever at the Walter Mondale Care Center!"

The host gestures towards you and says your name, but it takes a moment for your brain to register that it's you he's talking about. The maiden name you've worn with pride for nearly 32 years has been stripped away and replaced by the name of your new husband - Sheriff Roy Tillman.

You were immensely proud of this achievement; it's something you'd been working your ass off for since you got this job fresh out of medical school, and despite hierarchies, unfair internal systems, and plain-old misogyny, you clawed your way up to CMO; the youngest in your hospital's history, and a woman, no less.

It was just slightly bittersweet that you had to take on the role as Dr. Tillman.

Roy, seated beside you in his usual pearl-snap button down and dark-wash "church" jeans, reached over to grip your hand when you didn't immediately stand. He played it off as a loving, celebratory gesture, but the squeeze was a little too hard and his smile didn't reach his cold, lizard-green eyes.

Known for your bedside manner, however, you smiled back at him warmly and kissed him chastely on the stubbly cheek before standing to collect your award.

It wasn't anything crazy, just a little Stark County community leader recognition thing, but the small banquet hall was packed and people were even standing in the back to see your big moment. It genuinely warmed your heart.

One man stood out amongst the nicely dressed crowd, clad in his camo work pants and Sheriff's vest, hair slicked back and sunglasses on indoors. He lifted them up and onto his head when he caught your eye, and smiled at you with a wink. It was Gator Tillman - your 27 year old stepson.

You gave him a small wave and he stuck two fingers in his mouth to let out a blistering whistle amongst the applause. You felt the blush creeping up your neck and hoped your modest black dress would cover most of it.

You reached the podium to accept the small plaque and there it was again, etched in gold -

Dr. Tillman, CMO.

A woman you were pretty sure you knew quite well, but it still felt slightly wrong to see it spelled out.

You gave a nice little speech; thanked your attendings and mentors, colleagues and support systems. You thanked your parents, who had passed away years ago but always supported your dream to become a doctor. You thanked God, of course - you knew that would go over great with this crowd, regardless of the strained relationship you personally felt with Him sometimes. Then you swallowed the lump in your throat and looked down at the front row to thank your husband, Roy.

Because without Roy you'd probably never have this fucking job. Because you're a woman, and no one wants a woman in charge. Women should be domestic, "barefoot and pregnant", that's what they'd all like to see. But Roy saw in you two things - a spark and an opportunity.

He had offered you this deal of marriage as a beneficial arrangement for both of you. Good money flowing on both sides, seats of power in the community; he could offer you safety and a powerful ally, and you could offer him a stronger public image for his campaigns and a foot in the door to hospital board meetings and the like.

It had taken him about 6 months to whittle you down until you finally agreed, now here you are.

You don't want to know if Roy pulled strings or made threats or other seedy dealings to get you this job, it would kill you if you knew. The thought was always in the back of your mind, but you decided to swallow it down and just be the best damn CMO possible to prove your mettle.

The crowd roars at the mention of Roy's name, and he smiles at them waving his hands in a falsely coy 'Oh, stop it, y'all' gesture. You could tell he loved it.

Then you glanced over to Gator, who was applauding with the rest of them but just barely. He was still focused on only you. You leaned into the mic and added, "And a special thanks to our son, Gator."

The applauds staggered, a few polite claps still echoing across the banquet hall mixed with some murmuring. Roy's smile faltered while Gator's spread wider.

"We love ya, honey. Hope your ol' Ma could make you proud. Goodnight everyone!"

The crowd cheered and clapped some more, some awkward laughs scattered throughout, and you stepped off the side stage feeling a rush of endorphins.

Roy was going to have something to say about the cheeky "ol' Ma" comment later. You were only 5 years Gator's senior, and had actually babysat him once when you were in high school, so it was always a hot topic. But right now you didn't care about that. The crowd was loving you, you were loving you, and you knew somewhere your parents were loving you.

That was enough.

•°•°•

Years ago...

Gator's mom had just left the family (no one asked too many questions about why) and Roy hadn't yet taken another wife, so naturally he needed someone to look after Gator as he worked long nights.

You were 16 and trying to save money for college. Gator was 11; you had thought he was cute, with a bowl cut and a little gap-toothed smile, but was also the most annoying, hyperactive, talkative thing you'd ever met.

He, on the other hand, thought you were an angel sent straight down to earth.

On the first night Roy hired you to babysit you'd brought over some board games, a little shaved ice maker, and a couple of Spongebob Squarepants DVDs your little brother loved for some entertainment. He had never been showered with gifts and attention like this, not even on his birthday, and that night he thought he may have fallen in love with you.

You both ate far too many cherry snow-cones and played Sorry! and Clue, and when it was technically time for him to go to bed he had begged to stay up a little later and watch TV with you on the couch. His dad wasn't meant to be home for a few hours yet, so you'd shrugged and said why not.

20 minutes later he was passed out and snoring on your lap, so you had carried him up to tuck him into his Looney Tunes bedsheets.

"See ya later, alligator." You'd whispered before closing his bedroom door.

•°•°•

It was 2 AM and you still couldn't fall asleep. Whether it be from the excitement of the award night or the aching bruise on your rib from where Roy had reprimanded you for slighting him in front of the crowd, you couldn't be too sure.

You slipped out of your side of the bed, wrapped your thin cotton robe around your shoulders, and trudged to the kitchen for a late-night snack.

You didn't mind the nighttime. It was quiet, nobody expected anything of you, and you could have just a little moment for yourself. Who needed sleep, anyway?

When you entered the kitchen you were surprised to find Gator sitting at the counter, shoveling the last bite of a bologna sandwich into his mouth. He stiffens up when he sees someone walking in, but softens when he realizes it's just you, chewing slower and leaning forward onto the counter.

"Hey, Memaw."

"Oh, hey, Gator Tot."

He rolled his eyes, sneering at the nickname, but you decided that if he was gonna dish it he was gonna take it.

You chuckled under your breath, pulling out some bread you had baked yesterday and a stick of butter from the fridge. You cut a nice, hearty slice and covered the surface in butter, a simple treat that you've loved since you were a kid. It reminded you that times weren't always so challenging and difficult; sometimes they could just be easy-peasy butter-bread times.

"Couldn't sleep either?"

"Just got off m'shift. This is dinner."

"Mm. Of champions, looks like."

You gesture at the crumpled up Sno-Ball wrapper and the plate of crumbs from his sandwich, a half-drained can of Mountain Dew beside it.

"You're one to talk, you just eating a butter samwich?"

"Mm-hmm." You moan through a bite of your savory, buttery treat. He laughs, then winces like it hurt him.

"Y'okay?"

He grows quiet, pensive.

"Dad lemme have it a little. Wadn't s'posed to be at your award thingy tonight, but I swung by on my break."

"Aw jeez, lemme take a look --"

He pulls away from your fingers just before you can touch his face, but it turns him towards the light and you can see the black eye he's sporting on the left-side of his face anyway.

"S'fine, it was dumb to come."

You're not sure why, but that stings. Had you wanted it to be important to Gator? Guess it makes sense, it was your big night.

"I'm sorry he gotcha. Got me, too." You gently rub over your tender rib cage. Roy hits you where people won't see, he's been at this awhile so he knows the tricks. He didn't care if people knew he beats the shit out of Gator, but you had a reputation to uphold. "He didn't like my old-lady joke. I thought it was kinda funny "

Gator's jaw tenses and he nods slowly. You grab the dish towel off the oven handle and whack it once in his direction playfully. It breaks the melancholic spell, and he looks at you with a questioning smile.

"I'm glad ya came. Even if we both got our butts kicked for it. Thanks, Gator."

He smirks down at his empty plate, pushing crumbs around with his fingertips.

"Welcome."

The silence that settles over the both of you is comfortable. Here in this big, scary house in middle of the night with the boogeyman snoring in the upstairs master bedroom, you each felt tucked away in your own safe corner of the world; no rules to follow and no masks to wear.

That night was the start of a bad habit you two would soon form -

Seeking one another out in the dark.

•°•°•

3 Weeks Later

You rolled over to peek at the digital clock in your bedroom. It read 2:11 - you and Gator's witching hour.

You crept down the steps in your robe and Gator was already down there like he always was lately. He was in a tank-top and boxer shorts, hair tousled and free of his usual crisp slick-back. On the counter were two folded butter-bread sandwiches and two Cokes.

"You're taking forever, I was about to eat em both without ya."

He scooped up one of the sandwiches and tore into it with his teeth, chomping and smacking at the snack you had easily turned him onto. You nibbled at your crust and smiled at him, but it your mind was elsewhere tonight.

He had a smear of butter on his cheek, so you licked a thumb and leaned over to swipe it away. Your eyes met and lingered far too long for your comfort, so you cleared your throat and took a swig of your Coke.

You blurt out the first thought that comes to your head.

"Ya ever heard that awful joke, about the 'butterface'?"

"No?"

"Yah, you call someone butterface, it's like - someone with a good physique but they aren't so cute in the face? Everything's good, but her face?"

Gator blinks at you slowly. "Okay. You saying I'm ugly?"

"No, God no! Just uh - just thought of it cause of the butter, and. I dunno. Nevermind."

The silence between you tonight is static, charged up. You can't seem to sit still, shifting on your feet and picking at your bread instead of savoring it like you usually do.

"Hey, something bothering ya?"

Your eyes snap up to Gator and he's watching you with a concerned brow.

So, he hadn't heard anything, which is good. You didn't want word spreading, because then it might actually become real.

"Oh, I - uh, I don't really think I oughta bring it up with ya, Gator. Just some stuff I gotta figure out."

Truth is, you weren't in a good place mentally tonight. Nowhere, not even your little bubble of nighttime with Gator, could give you comfort.

Roy talked about trying to have a baby. That was never part of the deal, and you had initially rejected the idea outright: but, then he started talking about duty, image, respect, and somehow your job got brought into it. It was stupid of you to think Roy wouldn't dangle that over your head for the rest of your life, but you'd been blinded by ambition.

You and Roy had never been physically intimate in the 4 months you've been married. You slept in the same bed and pecked on the lips when you were in public, but he'd never initiated anything else and you sure as hell weren't planning to.

But now everything was different, and not only were you possibly going to have to have sex with your detestable husband, but you might have to bear his child, too.

The thoughts stormed in your mind, and before you could gather the strength to push all of the emotions back down behind an internal wall, you started to cry right there in the kitchen.

Gator perked up and crossed the kitchen island, taking your shoulders in his hands.

"Hey, what's the matter? He hit you bad?"

His worried gaze tracks up and down your body, checking for bruises or places your guarding, but the hurt Roy caused this time was all mental.

"Gator - your dad wants to - y'know." You make some vaguely sexual hand gestures, the words won't even form in your mouth.

His big hazel eyes grow wide with shock, then darkness.

"Well, I guess ya - yah, I guess you're his wife, huh?" He releases your shoulders and folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the counter beside you. "So you two ain't never...?"

You shake your head gravely, sniffling.

"Wadn't part of the arrangement. Never. But he said he's been thinking he wants to have a baby." A fresh wave of tears flows down your cheeks, and you try to paw them away with the sleeves of your robe. "I just - I don't wanna - I don't think I ever thought about bein' a Mom, and now...hoo boy, I'm honestly a little scared about this one, Gator."

You bury your face in your hands and sob quietly into them, shoulders shaking. You feel a pair of strong arms wrap around them, holding you steady. You nuzzle into Gator's chest and grasp at the thin cotton of his tank, crying a little harder at the gentle human contact.

"M'sorry, baby."

His stomach tenses as soon as the word leaves his lips, and you push back to look at him questioningly.

"Baby?"

"Don't mean nothing, just trying to get ya to stop crying."

"Hm. Guess it worked."

"Good. You're an ugly crier."

You snort. "Am not. Makes my eyes brighter, see?"

You flutter your eyelashes and he shoves your shoulder with his. Your teasing can only distract you both so much from the whole herd of elephants in the room.

"So, did he say...when? He wanted to - y'know?"

"Fuck?"

He grimaces and shakes his head vigorously. "Stop, that's my dad. Gross."

"Well, I'm your Ma."

"Not helping."

"No, he didn't say. I guess I'm s'posed to be thinking on it, but we all know what that means around here." You roll your eyes and sigh, taking another sip of your Coke. "Decision's been made, I just need to say I agree or get smacked around until I do."

"What's he threatening you with?"

"My job." You look at Gator with a sad smile. He nods, knowing that was something you weren't willing to compromise on.

"We could...sneak ya on some birth control? Or something."

You look at Gator in awe.

"Gator that's -"

"Bad, I know."

"No. It's evil genius."

You grin with all your teeth, and he smirks proudly at the praise. You pull him close to you without warning, wanting to feel him against you once more time.

"Thank you."

He rubs a small circle on your lower back, breathing the clean, floral smell of your hair.

"Sure."

•°•°•

It's been 3 weeks, and Roy hasn't brought it up again. You've been taking your self-prescribed birth control pills anyway, just to be safe.

You made some lasagna for dinner tonight and you, Roy, and Gator sit around the table holding hands to pray.

"God, we thank you for this meal. We ask you for our household to continue to bear fruit and be plentiful. We ask you to watch over us, and keep us. Amen."

Gator squeezes your fingers ever so slightly. You peek through your lashes and he's doing the same to you, and you share a small smile. When you turn back to Roy to say Amen, he's watching you both closely.

He begins to dig into his lasagna without another word, and you both follow dutifully.

"How was work, Roy?"

"Same shit, different day."

Gator huffs in agreement. You look at him, curious.

"Anything interesting?"

Gator clears his throat, looks to Roy briefly, then at you.

"Nah, nothing really. Just - catching bad guys."

You smile warmly at him, then focus on your lasagna.

"Well, good. I feel safe then."

Roy stabs his fork harder than necessary through the soft pasta and you jump, keeping your eyes down.

"What about you, Mama? Good day at the hospital?" Roy asks, glaring and chewing slowly.

"Mm-hm, real good. Nobody died, so that's always a good day in my book." You give him a shy twitch of your lip and stuff your mouth full of cheesy sauce.

"Slow down, little lady. Don't want you too full for dessert."

"Oh, I - I'm sorry, I didn't make any -"

He places a rough, calloused hand over yours and leans forward like he's going to tell you a secret, but speaks loud enough for everyone to hear.

"No, but I'll have something sweet for ya later."

Bile climbs your throat, burning and stinging your nose. Gator was sipping a glass of iced tea and starts to choke.

"Jesus, Dad."

"What, son? Man can't be intimate with his own wife in this house?"

"S'cuse me." You push back from the table and nod towards them both without meeting their eyes. You hurry to the small bathroom down the hall lest you puke your guts out all over the dining room carpet.

You lean over the sink, dry heaving and trying not to keel over. Tonight's the night, and there's no time to prepare an excuse. Maybe if you vomit on him he won't want to have sex, but that was a long shot.

At the dining room table, Gator has completely lost his appetite. Roy pulls your plate over and finishes off what you didn't eat with a smirk.

•°•°•

When Gator comes down the stairs that night at 2:07 AM, he finds the kitchen light on with a slice of bread with butter and a can of Mountain Dew waiting for him on the counter. You aren't in the room, but the faint smell of cigarette smoke draws him to the front porch.

You're rocking gently back and forth on the porch swing, one leg curled under you and a cigarette between your fingers.

"Hey, Ma." He says under his breath, plate and drink in hand. He comes to sit on the other end of the swing with you. You greet him with your usual smile, but your eyes are puffy and tired.

"Hey, Gator Tot."

"Y'alright?"

"No. M'not." You take a long drag from your cigarette and blow the smoke up into the night sky, watching the stars twinkle. The moon is full tonight, washing everything in cool, blue tones and turning men into wolves.

Gator hangs his head and puts his snacks to the ground, not interested in them right now. He holds his hand out expectantly, so you pass the cigarette to him. He sucks in deeply and hands it back to you, breathing smoke through his nostrils like a dragon from one of your old fairy-tale books. You smile fondly at the thought and fill your lungs with more tar.

"He hurt ya?" He chokes out. You almost don't hear it.

You shake your head. "Nah. Went quick. Won't go into detail though. Spare ya the therapy."

"You don't gotta joke about it. You can be angry."

"Oh, yah. I'm angry. I'm real fucking sad, too. But I'll also be alright. Woman's gotta be tough or the world will chew her up and spit her out. If I gotta lay there for 5 minutes and zone out while my husband flops around on top of me to keep everything I've worked so hard for? Well, that's my cross to bear, I s'pose. Sure people got it a lot worse than me." You take a puff and for some reason can only focus on the fact that Gator's lips were just on the filter. You keep the butt in your mouth and let the taste linger a little longer, tasting him in secret.

"Such fucking bullshit."

You look him up and down and see how tense he is. You don't imagine there is a single unclenched muscle in his body right now.

"Gator, we don't gotta talk about it. I know it's your dad, you don't wanna hear --"

"I don't care that it's my dad, I care that it's you."

His eyes meet yours, and they're glassy. Your heart somersaults in your chest. You carefully pull the cigarette from your lips and stamp it out in the ashtray beside you.

"Oh yah?" You're already feeling breathless. "Why's that?"

He chuckles. "I s'pose y'know. I been in love with you since I was like, 11?"

Your jaw hangs agape. He nods sadly.

"When you'd babysit me, God. Best nights a'my life as a kid. You were the only one who's ever nice to me. And beautiful, Christ. Most beautiful girl I ever seen in my life. Still are."

His hand has crept over to just barely nudge your pinky with his own. You nudge it back, and twist your digits together.

"Why didn't ya ever say?"

"What, like the big shot doctor would be interested in a loser cop she used to babysit in grade school?"

"Maybe she'd been. Maybe she is now, anyway."

"Yeah and she's married to my fucking dad. Go figure."

"Life's a real bitch ain't she?"

"Absolute twat sometimes."

His lips are on yours by the time the final word escapes them. The kiss is soft and tenative, smoky and warm. You stay there still for a moment, bubbles and butterflies turning in your belly, cheeks tingling.

Then he brushes your hair behind your ear and you lean further into his space, planting a hand on his lean, bare thigh to stabilize yourself. He's in nothing more than a t-shirt and boxers again, like any other night.

"We can't."

"No, we can't."

You whisper against each other, not breaking the kiss but rather deepening it. You card your fingers through his hair and grip the back of his neck. He takes your top lip between his, so you softly suck at his plump bottom one, brushing your tongue over it lightly.

He moans, and it stokes the flame building inside of you. You scooch closer, your thighs touching now, and he brings an arm around your waist. Now it's you whimpering into his mouth, tongues dancing gently now, tasting one another properly.

He just barely starts to pull your body towards him, be it a subconscious act or hesitancy, but you let yourself give in to the current. You throw one of your legs over his and straddle his hips, the porch swing gently rocking with the shifting weight of you both.

He gasps and looks your face over with his lovely honey-brown eyes, his pink lips parted and puffy from kissing you. His tongue darts out to wet them and you lean in and lick at it with your own.

The tiny gesture drives him up a wall, and he's crashing his lips into yours moments later. The delicate, polite kisses from moments ago are long forgotten, replaced with a furious, eager, clashing of mouths and tongues. He bites your lower lip between his razor straight teeth and you pull it back with a groan, grinding your hips in little circles over his barely-clad crotch.

You've only got on a nightgown and some little cotton underpants yourself, so there's very little left to the imagination as you rub against one another. Still, the idea of being so close to one another, and yet not able to touch - it was exhilarating.

Gator's cock slid free through the gap in his boxers and fit between the notch in your soaking panties. He begins to rut into the groove, gliding across the slick surface and swallowing your little mewls and whimpers.

Then he eases himself between the wet cloth and your pussy, still not inside of you but bringing the touch even closer to crossing the line. Gripping the waistband at your hips he ruts up into your underwear, sliding his girthy, turgid length against your swollen, sensitive clit.

He sucks a breath between his teeth and leans his head back against the swing.

"Oh, fuck, Mama. Just wanna fuck this little pussy."

"I'd love you to fuck me, Gator. I want you to fill me up, fuck me real slow but hard. Wanna feel every inch of you inside." You whisper shakily into his ear, licking and nibbling at the lobe as he fucks himself through your folds and into your panties.

"Christ, I'm gonna -"

He shudders and tries to push you away before he busts, but you rock down into him harder, letting him cum into your already-sopping wet underwear.

You hold each other for a few more minutes and let the swing gently sway you both in your little bubble, clinging tightly and breathing the other person in. Then you step back onto the porch and stand, pulling your panties down and sliding them off your ankles. You fold them into a nice little square and plant them in Gator's palm, closing his fingers over them. You give him a kiss on the forehead and move to the front door to head back inside.

"See ya later, alligator." You whisper, then return up the stairs to lay in bed with your husband.

You permit him to sniff around, hovering like you’re his prey. All hair gel, chew, and that thick leather jacket. His trigger finger tickles its way beneath your camisole strap. Like a good lick to a wound, the purpling bruise is kissed from his touch. Generally, that is what happens when you miss the bed and land in a pile of limbs on a cheap hotel floor. His massive hand dusts around your flesh until those damn goosebumps appear.

Like a live wire, you spark into a charge.

“Somethin’ about bein’ married to you just makes me so fuckin’ hard.”

Oh… you’re positive he felt you react to his embrace now. A nursed hangover having passed this morning, your drunken decisions are no longer able to be avoided. Unanswered texts, ignored calls, and you in bed sleeping to calm your entire nervous system - it vanishes. You turn into his full hold, sighing, his silhouette absolutely radiating in the low light.

“Gator… this is ridiculous. We were drunk —“

He’s reaching for your left hand, raising it to adjust into his open palm, petting over the simple, silver band on your ring finger.

“Why you still wearin’ this if you’re so scared then?”

And god, open that heavy book, chapter one. You are terrified. Because your feelings run too deep to risk. With your choosing to remain silent, he continues. “On paper, you belong to me. You’re mine now, darlin’.”

He lets your hand go briefly, only to flash you his matching band, placed the same. Picking yours back up, he laces his fingers tightly, bending to meet you, his lips grazing your earlobe, nose near the side of your temple in a nudge. “You have my name now, baby. And I wanna hear you moan the first fuckin’ part of it.”

Chapter 7 - All the things she said. 4.2K words.

Gator and Munch have an unexpected run-in. After the reader and Lexi are kidnapped, Gator is left to pick up the pieces and find out what happened to them.

Trigger warnings: a kidnapping, blindfolding, and the reader and Lexi chained up.

You went to work as usual and, luckily, got out early. Lexi and you met up at her place again before her shift that night. You were enjoying a charcuterie with your favorite soft drink as you heard a sound outside.

"What was that?" Lexi asked curiously.

It was a loud engine. Lexi wasn't expecting anyone, and this was pretty unusual. The curtains at the front door were navy blue, blackout ones. Going over to them, Lexi peered out.

"Do you know who it is?"

"No idea," she responded, startled.

Going over to her, you held onto her arm and peered out into the front driveway. It was a van you didn't recognize. Unfortunately, it was already winter time and snow, and even though it was mid-afternoon, it got dark early. Lexi also didn't have very many neighbors.

"We need to get something for protection." You suggested as you reached into your back pocket for your can of pepper spray.

There was not one but two people. Luckily, Lexi had all the doors and windows locked and secured. Taking out your cellphone, you dialed Gator's number as Lexi went to get a metal baseball bat. The figures outside were wearing purge-like masks from the movies, with one of them saying "God?" on the forehead of the mask.

"Gator, I'm freaking out, I'm over at Lexis, and there are two masked intruders outside!" You exclaimed, upset.

"What's going on? Calm down. Babe, what's happening? Fuck! I'm on the other side of town!"

He angrily stomped on the wheel as he turned around, picking up dirty snow as he started to drive his SUV in the direction of Lexi's house. Lexi took your hand, guiding you upstairs as there were loud knocks and bangs on her front door.

"Gator, they are going to get in, and they are armed, I think!" Lexi told him, sounding worried.

"Stay calm. Go into the attic and hide. What weapons do you have on you?"

"I have pepper spray, and Lexi has a large metal baseball bat!"

You wanted to stay strong through this; Gator would want you to. He was freaking out himself, and he just wanted you to be alright. He loved you so much.

"We are in the attic. Fuck I heard the door bust down."

"You blocked it right with something heavy?"

Lexi went over the attic entrance door and pushed a heavy trunk on top of it.

"Yes, but I just hope it holds. How far are you away, Gator?" Lexi asks, feeling creeped out by everything going on at the moment.

You could barely contain your anxiety. Gator was driving fast and turned on his siren as he was breaking the speed limit.

"An hour away or so, but I could make it there in half because I'm cranking it up to full speed. I won't let anything happen to either of you. Just don't hang up!"

Heavy thuds and footfalls were coming up Lexis' stairs. You stayed as quiet as you could, and so did Lexi. Loud stomps could be heard as you hid in the corner behind boxes, armed with your pepper spray and Lexi with her bat. The phone line got cut off. Either by a cellphone jammer or just crappy service up in the attic.

"Fuck what's happening!" Gator angrily shouts as he continues the drive, going as fast as his car would possibly take him.

You tried your best to stay quiet, but both of you were still whimpering. It was awful to imagine the possibilities of what could happen. You just wanted to be safe; you wanted Gator again. As you kept trying to dial out again, your phone battery was draining, and you couldn't get through.

"I just want to make it out of this alive," Lexi tells you, trembling and her voice sounding shaken as she reaches for your hand, and you squeeze it.

Gator had the cops on speed dial, and they were supposed to get out there, but he knew they probably wouldn't do jack shit.

"I care about you so much, Lexi. I'll never leave you."

Even though you weren't sure how comforting you were being, you knew that you were going to be there for her. You meant it and couldn't live without her or Gator. With how much she meant to you now, there was no going back anymore.

"Let's just make it out of here alive."

Her confession had you trying to stay strong, but you wanted to break down completely. You held each other as you heard the sound of loud bangs and the attic door being busted open. The first masked figure came up and dressed in black with that God purge mask that had you shaking, but despite this, your pepper spray was ready. Lexi came out with her bat swinging.

"We aren't going to hurt you, but you are coming with us!" The masked voice commanded in a muffled voice that was using a voice changer, so you couldn't make out who it was.

They were wielding a knife, and as the second masked figure came up, wielding a gun, cocked and most likely loaded. Lexi swung the bat, and the first intruder got knocked down, their knife still in hand. You pepper-sprayed the second intruder as the gun went off, firing into the air.

"Fuck! You shouldn't have done that!"

Unfortunately, you had missed, and the spray didn't land in their eyes.

"Fuck you!" You dared to shout back as the second intruder got up and ran for you, as Lexi beat them with the bat.

It was no use, though, and despite her efforts, she was knocked out.

"You'll find out why we are here soon enough!" The second intruder tells you in their distorted voice.

The next thing you knew, you were knocked unconscious. The last thing you remember was a chloroform rag held against your face until you passed out. You woke in darkness with the sound of a pipe dripping, and you discovered you were chained to a mattress of some kind, and you were unaware of your surroundings. Your head hurt too.

"Is anyone there?" Your lips and mouth are dry. It felt like cotton mouth.

You heard movement and clinking of chains.

"I am. It's Lexi."

She sounded worried and rightly so. Neither of you had any knowledge of where you were. It was dreadful and felt hopeless. You didn't want to be away from her, so it was a relief in a twisted way that she was at least here with you.

"I can't believe this happened. I wish I knew where we were," you replied, sounding forlorn.

"I know we will get out of this, we just have to," she told you weakly.

"Gator will find us, I just know it."

Cut to Gator being run off the road and soon taken into Munch's cabin in the woods. When he comes to, he's blindfolded and can hear the sound of a fire crackling in the fireplace. Munch is breathing heavily, and once he notices Gator has come to, he rubs his hands together.

"Where the hell am I? What is this place?!" He angrily huffs.

"You took something from me. Now I will take something from you," Munch responds, all mysterious sounding.

"What the hell are you talking about, man?" Gator demands struggling against restraints. He's tied to a chair.

Munch tsks. Sitting across from Gator, he folds his hands in his lap.

"You killed Irma. You thought you were killing me, but you weren't. She's a protector. My confidant. She was until you took her from me!" He bellows.

Gator laughs out of nervousness. Spitting on the floor, he moves again in his chair. He needed help to get out of this awful predicament. It was like a nightmare come true, and he only went after Munch because Roy made him.

"Fuck! I'm sorry! I thought fuck, I don't know, but Roy, my father, made me go to your place!"

"Let me guess, you thought it was me. Your first shot was at a mannequin. A test dummy, if you will. I knew you were coming. I saw you, and you can't run away from someone like me," he shot back, daring to challenge Gator.

Munch moved around the room, going over to his tools and implements he used for this kind of punishment, which he was going to inflict on Gator. He had forceps, pliers, rubbing alcohol, and knives of various sizes.

"This is for Irma."

Munch removed Gator's blindfold, letting him see what he had to administer pain. Gator gulped and swallowed loudly as he panted, awaiting this punishment he was rightfully terrified of.

"I can get you drugs. Whatever you want, Coke, blow, oxy. Be tripping balls for the next ten years. You want guns? Armor? I got a freakin' flame thrower, no joke, all yours."

Munch ignored him as he put his knife of choice into a fire with a nice, long blade. After a beat, he spoke up.

"A rabbit screams because a rabbit is caught. Knows only that it wants to live," Munch responds, confusing Gator.

Sharpening his knife that was just heated, he holds it to his hand and burns himself to make certain it's hot enough. Gator breaks the stool, falling and screaming.

"Help! Holy shit! Help!" Gator cries out in frustration at Munch.

"An old woman watches young men play a game. She drinks because her son spat the nipple from his mouth. She bothers no one, and yet you killed her," Munch speaks calmly.

Munch continues.

"Your eyes. As the Bible says, what has been taken must be given. This for that."

He holds Gator down with his hand on his head as he wields the blade, brandishing it in the pale light glowing from the fireplace.

"No! No!" Gator protests.

"Quiet rabbit, quiet."

With that, he presses the blade to his right eye. Hours later, Gator comes to, and he's in a hospital bed. He can't remember anything, just losing his eye and then out in the cold before waking up in a hospital bed. The steady beeping of the machines he was hooked to was the first thing he heard. The first thing he felt was the excruciating pain in his head, especially near his eye, and the warm white gauze covering his eye.

Blinking his other eye open and fluttering his lashes, he groaned and looked around the dismal hospital room, noticing there was the window partially open so he could see the snow still falling outside. His car was no doubt totaled. Pressing the emergency button, a nurse was buzzed in and came in wearing red scrubs and a surgical mask.

"Mr. Tillman."

"Call me Gator."

"Gator. I'm sure you are wondering how you got here and what happened."

"Yeah, I don't remember much, just an accident and extreme eye pain."

She sat down in a chair across from his bed and crossed her legs.

"You were found in the snow near the hospital and brought here by some orderlies. We know the full extent of the damage to your eye, and we will be seeking eye donors. I'm sorry, Gator, but your right eye is gone, and you have a slight concussion."

He clenched and unclenched his fists, remembering Munch. He wanted to make him pay. He despised him. Gator also knew that wasn't a wise idea, especially in his current state. There was so much he wanted to tell him and to give him a piece of his mind. For now, he would have to rest.

"Thanks for being honest with me."

"If there's anything else I can do for you, just let me know."

"Water, please. And my phone, did I lose it?"

"It's by your bedside," she told him as she reached out, touching his shoulder assuringly.

Getting him water, she brought it to him, and he drank. Having someone dote on him like this and pay him attention like this made him feel comforted, if only for a brief moment. Gator wanted to get his eye back, but at the moment, he felt like getting you and Lexi back was more important. Grabbing his phone, he dialed a private investigator. Someone he had known since college.

"Hello Matt? It's Gator. I'm at the hospital. Lost my eye. It's a long story. Look, I need your help finding my girlfriend. My girlfriends. They were kidnapped."

"That's horrible, man. Fuck. Wait, you have girlfriends? Good for you."

"Yeah. I mean, all three of us are dating."

"I'm jealous, bro." He cleared his throat, and Matt continued. "I'll help. Any way I can."

"Thank you. And Matt? I think my father, no, I'm almost certain my father Roy Tillman had something to do with it."

Being in this dark, confined space with Lexi felt hopeless and unbearable. You just wanted to be happy, and now you were here alone with no way of getting out at the moment. If anything, it was Roy who did it, but who's to say it was just him? Seeing daylight again and drinking fresh water, that's all you wanted now besides food and Gator.

The universe didn't want you to be happy, and it was a living hell being resigned to this cold and dark room on a gross mattress, chained up. With determination, you wouldn't let yourself give up. More time passed, and you felt weak, desperately needing hydration. Finally, you heard a door open, and a masked figure came in with water bottles.

"Help! Are you here to help us?" Lexi cried out weakly.

To be able to hold Lexi now and hug her, it would be a relief, even if only a slight one. Just that physical contact with your girlfriend. Another person's touch.

"No. Here to give you water," the disguised voice with a deep tone responded in a calm demeanor.

Going over to Lexi, they opened the water bottle. Lexi sobbed quietly. All you wanted was to wipe her tears away, but right now, it was difficult enough to remain strong on your own.

"Now drink. You need water."

Lexi tried to resist, but gave in, and they poured water into her mouth. She gulped greedily. The figure was dressed all in black, and you couldn't make out any physical details or characteristics about them. Lexi choked a bit on the water. The figure came over to you with the water bottle.

"What do you want?" Lexi demanded as you drank the water thirstily, now remembering just how good water tasted, just how fresh and crisp it truly was.

"Fuck you!" Lexi shouted when they didn't respond as she struggled against her restraints, putting up a fight.

The figure stood up and went over to her, kneeling to get on her level.

"Fuck me?! No fuck you!" They angrily responded as they spat in her face, causing her to cry out, and rightly so.

"Leave her alone!" You shouted as you tried to remove your restraints.

"You'll both learn soon enough why you are here. But for now, you will stay here."

With that, they left before you could say anything else.

"Fuck I just want to get out of here!" Lexi screamed.

"Lexi. I do too. I want to be with you and Gator. I want to see my dog again, and I want us to all be happy together."

"Me too. I don't even want to leave and go to New York. I realized being with you and Gator and Lucy makes me so happy."

Tears formed in your eyes upon hearing her confession. You soon passed out, and when you woke, you saw a figure sitting in the middle of the room. They had the purge mask with God on the forehead, and they were also all in black like the other masked figure with a purge mask.

"You ladies are both probably wondering why you are here. Well, you see, it's because I've had something taken from me. And as far as who I am and how it should concern you, well, I'll tell you. I mean, if you want to know. But first, you both need to eat something."

They reveal a bag of food from underneath their chair. The faint lighting from a dim lamp in the corner of the room is the only light besides the pale moonlight from outside the cabin.

"Yes, anything. How long have we been here, though?" Lexi asks.

"A day and a half now. And no, your Gator doesn't know where you are. Your precious boyfriend," they reply in a mocking sort of tone.

They reveal sandwiches in the bag. Going to Lexi, they take out a sandwich and hold it to her lips. It's a Smuckers Uncrustable. She opens and eats, trying to get her strength back. After she finishes, they go over to you with another sandwich. Since the sandwich was sealed, you knew it was probably safe.

The masked figure got up and began to walk out in loud, heavy steps. You then realized they weren't going to reveal themselves. Gator was back at home days after the hospital, and he went to Lexi's house, which was a crime scene with the private investigator. They had already taken prints, and the sheriff's station was looking into things, but Gator didn't trust them, so he wanted to take matters into his own hands. He went home for the day and took care of Lucy, cuddling up with her, feeling hopeless and just wanting to see you and Lexi again.

As days went by, you and Lexi were fed and had all the water you wanted, mainly sleeping and just talking about anything to pass the time. So far, Gator hadn't heard from Munch, who had taken off and disappeared. Lexi was dismayed and feeling weaker. You felt your energy was low, too. If Gator didn't find you soon, you didn't know what would happen.

Gator was trying to follow Roy and even get him on the phone to track where he was, but he could never keep him on the phone long enough. He would try calling Roy again because so far, the PI wasn't being led by Roy to a secret location. Roy was too smart.

"Look, Dad, I will say it one more time: where the hell is my girlfriend? You mother fucker! I'm standing up to you now, I know I didn't before, but I need to find her!" He demanded angrily.

"Look, boy, I will tell you one more time. I haven't seen her, and I don't know where she is."

"No, Dad, you tell me now. Fuck this! I can't be without her. I need to find her!" He huffed into the phone.

"She will show up then, eventually; they already have a case on her down at the station."

And with that, he hung up. Gator started throwing stuff around angrily. Between you and Lexi being kidnapped and his eye, he knew he couldn't take much more of this. With more time to think, he thought about who else he could call and what else he could do. Another day passed, and you were still locked up but no longer chained because you made a deal with the kidnappers and compromised.

"It's always the family, isn't it. Someone close. Now, Gator, think about this: who does your girlfriend still have in her life from her family? Close immediate family in particular?" Matt asked as he was doing research on his computer at Gator's place.

"Her dad is dead. Her mom is gone, and her whereabouts are unknown. No siblings except her adoptive sister she didn't like much. They didn't get along."

"Bingo. Now I need a name to do a lookup online for a phone number. If she's a part of it, then we can track her if we can keep her on the phone long enough if she's involved. It's a long shot, though."

Gator typed the name into the Spokeo search, and they did a background check on her. They were able to find two numbers. Calling one, it didn't work. Out of service. The next number they called, and it kept ringing. Hopefully, she would call back later because they got voicemail.

Wasting no more time, Gator went to the location he had from the spokeo website address, and when he arrived, he found a car, suspecting it was your adopted sisters, and put the tracker on it. All he needed was to wait for the car to leave to track them. Meanwhile, back where you were confined, you were making your escape plan.

The hooded figure came into the room, and you were going to crack if you didn't get out of here soon. Taking off their mask, they finally revealed themselves to be Roy. Of course it was. You knew it all along.

"Why the fuck did you do this, Roy?!" You demanded angrily.

"Because you were after my boy. My Gator. You aren't gonna stay with him, you weren't planning to. And you couldn't stay faithful either."

He gestured to Lexi, pointing to her. Roy knew that you were pissed beyond belief, and he gave you a shit eating grin.

"Yep, it was me. Your other kidnapper will be back soon. But there were 3 of us. Lexi's ex-boyfriend, and now, can you guess the other person?"

"But there has to be more to it than that. And Lexi is dating me and Gator, it's not cheating, Roy!" You insisted, sounding frustrated beyond belief.

"Well, it's because I dated your real mother once upon a time. And then the rest is history. She was a stupid whore."

You spit in his direction.

"I did it because, well, you are a slut just like her!" He spat.

Lexi looked terrified, cowering in the corner as Roy got closer to your face and you spat in it. Quickly, he wiped it away and scowled.

"Fuck you too, dear!" He started laughing maniacally before continuing. "She left me, but no, I ain't your father."

"You are fucking sick, Roy!" You spat right before his fist connected with your jaw.

Roy got up and left, slamming the door behind him. Gator was on his way with Matt as backup because they had been tracking, not just your sister, but Lexi's ex-boyfriend. The car had recently left Lexi's ex's house. Maintaining a safe distance, he stayed minutes behind, and he called the Stark County Police Department about the information he had.

"Will they ever rescue us? I just need Gator," you spoke weakly.

"He will find us."

Lexi's determination was your faint glimmer of hope in this despair and nothingness. You passed out from being exhausted and not too much later, you awoke, and in the center of the room, you saw your other kidnapper holding their purge mask. It was your adopted sister, Haley, and you couldn't believe she would hate you this much to do this and team up with Roy.

"Good, you are awake. Lexi's passed out. Well, do you want to know why I did it?" She asked with a smirk as she took out her pocket knife and brandished it.

"Fuck you!"

"Always those fighting words. It's your own doing. I'll tell you why."

She got up, moving closer to you with the knife.

"You always thought you were so much better than me. Mom always doted on you. I was adopted, so by default, you were the favorite."

You shook your head in defiance. She laughed maniacally.

"It's true. And dad, well, he was a piece of shit anyway. But of course, you got all the special treatment. Also, Lexi, well, she broke my heart. You didn't know? We dated. Gator, though I can't believe you would date a sheriff, you can do so much better than that. When I saw you with both of them together, I couldn't deal anymore."

Her tone was menacing, and there was no use trying to argue with her.

"Fuck you, that's no excuse, nothing can justify your actions, especially teaming up with Lexi's ex-boyfriend and Roy!" You taunted her.

Hearing a loud scuffle outside and police sirens, you felt relief. Getting up, she ran off, probably trying to hide, but it was no use. The Stark County Police Department had her arrested, and she was taken away in handcuffs. Medics arrived on the scene with the EMT trucks, and you were rescued.

Lexi finally came to, and you were both transported to the nearest hospital. On the way to the hospital, Gator held your hand. Roy was finally arrested and would be taken to trial with Haley and jailed accordingly.

"I knew you would make it. I love you, Gator."

"I love you too, baby."

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Chapter 8- Desire 3.8K words

nsfw warning: pegging (Gator receiving from reader.) & reader receiving strapon sex from oc

Gator and you look toward the future and moving on.

Receiving some of the best treatment in the hospital with Lexi, you were so lucky and finally got a nice hot shower. Roy was put away for good, and so was Haley and Lexi's ex-boyfriend for their part in the kidnapping. Gator's missing eye was something to get used to. As he held your hand in your hospital bed, you attempted to eat some of the hospital food as Lexi slept.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you, baby, but what happened to your eye?"

"I went after Munch. Ole Munch. It's a long story. He was a horrible person, and now I don't know where he went off to or if he will come back."

"But why is he after you?" You are more concerned than ever.

Gator sighed, taking a deep breath.

"I was assigned to go after him for my father after he betrayed him."

"You did something to harm him, but what?"

"Needed to take him out, and instead it was a woman who was in the way, it was an accident, I thought it was him. Then I thought it was a dummy, but it was her."

You hugged Gator, tears filling your eyes. His confession was unexpected, but at least he was honest.

"I don't hate you for it."

Days later, Gator had his eye surgery, and weeks after that, he was getting his gauze removed and had a doctor's visit. On his way home, though, he stopped at the local Stark prison to see Roy. He was led by the guards to the visiting area. Once he saw Roy and sat down, it became a staring contest.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Gator clenched and unclenched his fists under the table. He was going to be careful with Roy.

"I don't have much to say to you, but I am so over any relationship we ever had, Dad. You fucked up so much."

Deep down, Gator wanted to love his father, but he just couldn't do it. Between what he did to you and Lexi and how he was treated his entire life by Roy, Gator had been pushed past his limit now.

"I know I did, boy, but what I did was for your good. That girl was no good for you. Was just sending a message to ya."

Roy seemed pretty damn proud about what he had done. Now, though, he would suffer the consequences and rot in prison. 20 years in prison is what Roy was looking at, and it could happen soon with the sentencing.

"Bullshit, dad, and you know it!" Gator's fists pounded against the table.

"I think you should know why I wanted you to go after Munch. Wanted him to kidnap Lexi and your girl, and guess what, the price I was gonna pay him wasn't enough, believe it or not. He couldn't be trusted, though, so I had to take matters into my own hands," he calmly explained, his eyes never leaving Gators.

Gator was beyond infuriated, but even though he lost his eye, he got a chance to take down Munch. He was never able to follow through, though.

"That bastard took my eye. My goddamn eye, Roy!" He angrily spat.

Security intervened, holding Gator back as he attempted to get close and in Roy's face. It was over now. He was done, and Roy was officially dead to him.

That night, you were relaxing after dinner by the fire, talking about your future, and Gator had a confession to make. The three of you were drinking red wine, with you sitting between Gator and Lexi.

"This is nice. Being with both of you ladies." Gator sighs deeply, and you put your hand on his thigh, squeezing gently.

"What's wrong, baby?" You asked with genuine interest.

Lexi looks at him curiously.

"I found out something bad. At the prison today with Roy. I fucked up before. I need to tell you both the whole truth."

"You can tell us anything, Gator," Lexi assured him.

"Roy told me why I was supposed to have gotten Ole Munch. I knew he fucked my dad over, but I didn't know why. He double-crossed him. He fucked up Roy's plan. It was Munch who was supposed to be involved with the kidnapping. I'm so sorry. Sorry it happened at all. I had no idea he was going to have anyone kidnap anyone."

"Fuck that's heavy, Gator. But you were doing what your father told you to and you were loyal to him," you told him, making your stance firm.

"But the real fucked up part is he was gonna get paid to do it. Just not enough to his liking. I hate him. I hate them both."

Holding him close, you let him vent and get out all of his angst. It was going to be okay, now it had to be, you thought to yourself.

"He's not a good person, and you had so much pain bottled up inside of you, Gator just needs to let it out now," Lexi added as she twirled the stem of her wine glass.

"We should move. I mean it. Lexi wanted to, and we could get a fresh new start. After Christmas, we should do it," you suggested, really wanting this to work out.

Lexi and you hold hands and share knowing looks.

"To New York City?" Lexi asks with a big smile.

"Yes, the big apple. I want to see you make it big with your art, Lexi, and your tattooing," you encourage her.

"I do too. You have some real talent, Lex, and I can start fresh. Maybe a law job helping people. Who knows, I might become a fireman," Gator adds half jokingly.

"Perfect. We can do it," you chimed in.

Thanksgiving came, and it was a lot of joy and fun with your lovers and your dog Lucy. It was one of the best holidays that you could celebrate with them. Munch never bothered Gator or any of you again, and Gator heard word that Munch had packed up and left town on a bus. Before you knew it, time had flown, and it was Christmas Eve. Even more special, your mom called you.

You talked into the night and video chatted. It was a really special time for you to be bonded with her again and reconnect. It meant a lot to hear her voice. There was so much to catch up on. She missed you and loved you.

On Christmas day, Gator and Lexi surprised you with a stocking full of your favorite essential oils and gift cards to a spa and nail salon. The three of you exchanged presents and wore ugly sweaters, even putting Lucy in an ugly sweater.

After you made gingerbread houses and called your mom to wish her a merry Christmas. Christmas dinner was nothing short of delicious and spectacular. The food was amazing, and warm baked apple pie a la mode by the fireplace after dinner for dessert with red wine was so tasty.

It was finally New Year's Eve, and you watched fireworks together, popping a bottle of champagne. Unexpectedly, a knock sounded at the door. Gator went to answer it and came face to face with his adopted older sister, Dorothy, aka Dot.

"Gator, it's been so long. I missed ya."

Gator embraced her in a hug. He seemed so happy now to see Dot. She was so happy to be reunited with him. Now that Roy was put away, it was safe for her to come out of hiding.

"I missed ya too. How's Wayne and Scotty?"

"She's getting big, but they are both doing great. I needed to come see ya."

"These are my girlfriends. I know it's not conventional, but we are all together."

"Oh, I see. Just as long as it makes ya happy."

Dot rubbed his shoulders.

"It's lovely to meet you, my name is Lexi."

She extends her hand to shake.

"And I'm _____ ," You tell her before she pulls you in for a hug.

You talked for a while before Dot made her departure. It was a really nice visit, and she was so warm and welcoming. She even left her famous and Gators' favorite oatmeal raisin cookies.

The three of you packed up and made the move to New York, and now reside in Brooklyn. Time had passed, and you were well adjusted, and now you were planning on having a night to remember. Gator agreed to try something new in the bedroom and to spice things up.

You couldn't wait to try stuff with him and Lexi. Your dominant side would come out, and so would Lexi's. There was so much to try, especially with a new toy haul at a sex store visit that you had recently had with them. It was fun to go around looking at all they had and buying new things.

For the play time, you decided to wear matching lingerie with Lexi- zebra print lacy slips with leopard corsets. Gator had finally permitted you to peg him. Before that, though you had discussed safe words and limits but Lexi was first going to put on a show for him that he would never forget.

Lexi had bought the best strapon dildo at the store, slick, 9 inches, and red, made of silicone, and had the option of different speeds and vibration settings. It was designed for the pleasure of the giver and the receiver. Your choice for this momentous occasion was an 8-inch dildo strapon that was blue and made of glass. With all the lube and oils you bought, you were set up and had the mood going with rose petals on the bed and incense/candles lit in the master bedroom.

"I guess I'll start by sitting here and watching the show. I think it'ss going to be a great one."

Gator manspread only in boxer briefs that were skull print as you and Lexi were kissing on the bed and fondling each other's breasts. She was the hottest and best girlfriend. Everything about her was so sexy, especially her tattoos and piercings.

"Oh fuck, that feels good, baby. You ready for my strap?" Lexi asked you as she looked over at Gator.

"Yes. So much. I need it. Need you inside of me. And daddy just watches us and has some fun."

Touching Lexi's dildo, you stroked it, and she tangled her tongue with yours. This moment was heating up. Everything about the strap turned you on, especially imagining it inside of you. Positioning the toy at your entrance, she gently eased inside your tight, wet pussy.

"Yes, stick it inside her fuck!" Gator groaned before taking a hit of his vape.

"Oh, yes, take it, just enjoy and relax, baby girl, as Gator watches us."

Gator loved being a voyeur. Two hot women in front of him, making each other lose it, drove him crazy in the best ways. She moved inside your pussy and spanked your ass.

"Yes, Lexi fuck me fuck me!" You cried, clenching the blanket and burying your face in the silk pillow case, your moans muffled.

Lexi looked at Gator and then back to you as she felt the vibrations from the toy. The toy's vibrations you were also feeling, and it made you scream.

"That's right, let me hear your screams!" She demanded.

"Maybe she should finger herself," Gator suggested as he stroked his cock.

"Yes, finger fuck yourself too!" Lexi moaned.

Obeying them, you moved two slick fingers inside your clit as you watched Gator stroke his cock. It was so hot, and you couldn't believe how sexy it was to be fucked like this on all fours by your girlfriend as your boyfriend watched and got off on it.

Gator had front row to the best seat possible, and he was going to enjoy this moment forever. All his friends would be jealous, and he was even getting excited about the pegging that would happen soon.

"Yes, take it, you slut. Fucking whore!" She chided you as she slapped your ass and pulled your hair back in a firm grip.

With each deep thrust, you moaned louder, and Gator was stroking all while his eyes were locked on you and Lexi. His focus was on the two of you and nothing else.

"Say that you are our whore," Gator chides as he quickens his pace on his cock.

"Yes, say it!" Lexi agrees.

Her thrusts were more erratic and faster as you were pinned down on the bed, and she put a foot on the bed to get a better balance.

"All yours. Yes, I'm a whore and only yours and Gators!" You whined.

"And only our whore doesn't forget it!" She admonished you.

Your fingers moved faster on your clit in tandem with her fucking you and her deep, hard thrusts inside you.

"Cum apart for me, baby. You feel those vibrations, right? I want you to cum I'm so fuckin' close!" Lexi moans as she continues her assault on your pussy.

Gator is stroking himself harder and throwing his head back, gasping in pleasure as Lexi takes control. Even though the vibrations in the toys' dual stimulation were silent, they were strong.

"Yes, mistress, let me cum please!" You begged as you whined.

"Yes, you can now that I'm cumming, holy shit!" She gasped loudly as her juices flowed from the vibrations assaulting her pussy from the strapon.

Her brutal thrusts became erratic as she felt the sensations and bit her lips. You were still face down and ass up before she stopped and flipped you over, but spanked your ass one last time for good measure.

"Good girl. Good whore for mommy. Mommy already made a mess cumming for you. I'm soaked. Now I want you to cum."

Gator growled ferally as he watched her come apart and commanded you of what she wanted to see and how hot the two of you were together. He looked close to cumming already. Lexi looked over at Gator and smirked before kissing you deeply and moving inside you again.

"Lexi, that's so hot. I'm so close and Gator too."

"Yes, Gator cum for us. I want you too. Our good boy," she mewled as you bucked your hips and she slammed into your wet entrance.

He knew he wouldn't last much longer as the assault on your pussy became more sensuous. It was all a sight to see for him.

"Oh fuck mommy, you fuck my pussy so good!" You yelped as you matched her thrust for thrust inside you.

She slapped your cheeks and wrapped her hand around your throat gently.

"Then cum for me now!"

As you looked at Gator and he looked back at you, you lost control and lost yourself in the moment with Lexi. It was pure ecstasy. Lexi loosened her grip on your throat as you let yourself come undone so beautifully on her strap.

"Yes, baby, I'm gonna cum!"

Your screams pleased her, and you came coating the toy. Lexi looked to Gator again, seeing he had cum hard, then kissed you again.

"Looks like Gator came too."

"I'm ready for my turn," Gator tells you and Lexi.

He stands up, revealing the butt plug he was wearing to prepare for this momentous occasion. Lexi kneels on the bed with her strap on. She couldn't wait to help give Gator what he deserved.

"Get ready for my strap, then, baby."

You got lube and put it on the strapon you would be using before slipping it on. Once you had it secured, you got ready for him. Gator shed the rest of his clothes and got himself positioned on the bed face down, ass up. Lexi removed her slip and corset.

"Do it, baby, I'm ready."

Gator's eager words had you excited to please him. Getting ready for him, you positioned the toy at his entrance and removed his butt plug. He had been in anal training, and you were so ready for this with him. Rubbing lube onto Gator's puckered hole until you were satisfied, you stood admiring your handiwork.

"I'm ready, baby, whenever you are. I want this."

Gator was ready, and as you inserted the strap slowly, you let him get adjusted before moving inside.

"And don't forget to please our Lexi."

"Yes, mistress."

Gator taking on the submissive role had him exactly where you wanted him. This was just so hot, and you were going to give it to him good.

"Mm, come over here, Gator, and suck my strap," Lexi ordered him.

"Yes, ma'am."

Gator gasped and panted from your thrusts inside of him. He seemed to love it so far. You were all about giving him the pleasure he desired, and you wanted him to feel good. Gator added his tongue licking your juices and cum off her strapon.

"Yes, that's it, suck it while she rides you."

Gator was a good boy putting his mouth to good use as he sucked the strapon, making lewd noises. Your thrusts into Gator made him cry out around the fake cock his sounds muffled as he cleaned your juices, and she rocked into his mouth and tugged his hair.

"Yes, Gator take it!"

You wrapped your hand around his hardening cock and squeezed, applying pressure as he groaned in pleasure. You could feel his precum as you rubbed him and fucked him in tandem to your hand motions.

"Oh shit, yes, that's perfect, Gator!" Lexi praised him.

"Now, Gator, you can stroke yourself. I wanna see you stroke as I fuck you and make you cum, and you better cum hard and soon!" You warned him.

"Yes, mistress. Fuck!" He grunted.

Gator began to stroke his cock, and you massaged his prostate as you fucked him hard and fast. His stroking became faster.

"Tell me how much you love it and how hot it is to ride my cock!" You commanded him as you stroked Lexi's faux cock.

"Oh fuck! I love it! I love being your cock rider!"

Lexi slapped his cheeks and kissed him, muffling his cries. Your thrusts became more brutal. Gator loved it, and as you pleased his prostate and he stroked, you knew he was going to cum soon. Lexi rubbed her breasts in Gator's face, and he seemed to love the attention.

"Cum for us, Gator!" Lexi urged, as you fucked him mercilessly and relentlessly.

"Yes, I wanna!" He cried as precum leaked from his tip.

All it took was a few more thrusts, and he was losing himself. You replaced his hand with yours, stroking him through his orgasmic release. He had been so pent up, and now he was rewarding you with his cum. You removed the strap and lay down with Gator in the middle.

"That was amazing, baby, but now I'm hungry," Gator protested.

"Me too, we should order in," Lexi added.

"After our shower," you replied, catching your breath, so worked up from what just happened.

Epilogue:

In New York, you found a great job working with animals at a shelter and started doing burlesque dancing with Lexi. Lexi had her art shop you helped manage, and she worked as a tattoo apprentice at an ink shop. As for Gator, he was now getting his license to be a social worker and working as an office assistant at a law office.

Having lived in New York for half a year now, you were so excited to go to Pride with Gator and Lexi. It was going to be amazing, and you made sure to wear rainbow colors and do your makeup all cute along with Lexi. She wore rainbow Disney Mickey Mouse ears, and you wore Minnie ones. Gator came along in support of course.

As the LGBTQIA+ community took to the streets to march, you saw so much love and pride. So many signs of community and fellowship. It was amazing to see everyone so supportive of everyone else. It was an all-inclusive march from Brooklyn to New York City. There would even be some special performers like the rapper Cupcakke and LGBT artist Otep.

Marching through the streets, everyone came together and marched for equality. Gators' eyes since surgery had healed so much better, and you were happy to walk hand in hand with your boyfriend and girlfriend, both of whom you loved very much. It was a special day. When it ended, you went to get food with them.

A week later, and still in Pride Month, you went to meet up with your mother. Ever since she called you a month ago, all you had been thinking about was seeing her again and being reunited with her. She was torn up about what happened between you and your sister, along with what happened with Roy. You even forgave her for what she did to you by running off for her safety.

Both your mother and Dorothy, aka Dot, were away in witness protection with other women for their safety and to get away from Roy for good. Their lives had been in danger. Making a time to meet you was happy yet nervous. At the restaurant for brunch, you went up to her, hugging her.

"I missed you so much, Mom."

"I missed you, too, baby."

You breathed in her scent and savored the moment. Once you sat down, you caught up on old times almost instantly. Lunch went well, and during dessert, you had a heart-to-heart.

"We should go for coffee after."

Your mom's suggestion was great.

"Sure. Mom, I want to invite my partners."

"Of course, baby."

"I don't blame you for anything with Roy or Haley."

She smiled and touched your hand across the table, assuringly.

"I love you, baby."

"Love you too, Mom."

Once you had your heartfelt moment, you texted Lexi for her and Gator to meet you at the coffee shop down the street. Walking there with your mom, minutes later, you found a table outside for four. Lexi and Gator soon arrived, embracing you in hugs.

"Gator, Lexi, this is my mom. Mom, this is my boyfriend and girlfriend, Lexi and Gator."

"It's lovely to meet you both," she told them before exchanging hugs.

"It's great to meet you," Lexi told her genuinely.

"Great to meet you, too," Gator replied with a grin.

You had coffee and enjoyed the time together. You would never forget this day, and your mom hit it off with Gator and Lexi. Even Dot showed up later with Wayne and Scotty for a surprise visit, well, a surprise for you, Gator had it planned.

It was a lovely visit, and it was great to introduce your mom to Dot, Scotty, and Wayne. Scotty was such a cool kid and even made you think about kids with Gator, well, maybe someday. Whatever the future had in store for you, you couldn't wait.

A quick visit with Loy Cannon, that’s what Rabbi had said and yet, Noemi Fadda waited with an apron tied around her waist in the Fadda family dinning room long after her father and the others were meant to return.

It was Sunday dinner and all guests—save for her mother and herself—were running late.

Her mother, Chianna Fadda, had resigned from waiting and took to her bedroom with a glass of wine. From Noemi’s speculation, Chianna Fadda did that a lot these days. Noemi suspected it had something to do with her youngest brother, Zirominu—or “Zero”—being sent to live with the Cannon family. Noemi considered her mother to be handling the separation from her son a lot better than she could have handled it. Noemi imagined carrying a baby for nine months, many sleepless nights and early mornings, raising a child, feeding it, watching it grow into a precious little boy and then, her father simply plucking that child from existence in your family home. Where does the love go? Noemi felt a sinking feeling in her chest whenever she thought about her baby brother and his current predicament—being forced to live with strangers all these months.

A pleasant distraction arrives in the form of someone entering through the back door near the kitchen. Rising from her seat, Noemi leaves the dinning room to go towards the clatter of the screen door. She finds Rabbi Milligan and “Satchel”—Loy Cannon’s youngest son—arriving home.

“Where were you?” Noemi exclaims. “Dinner is cold, mama’s upset!” Noemi looks towards the ceiling with her hands spread out. Though she gripes, no one hears. Rabbi Milligan is midway through instructing Satchel to go to his room and wait for him while he talks with Noemi alone.

The situation looked very serious. Any qualms Noemi possessed for being stood-up on a dinner she spent the majority of the day preparing flee when she watches Satchel leave and Rabbi look to her very gravely.

“What?” Noemi asks.

Though Rabbi feels the need for it, he refrains from touching her.

Instead, Rabbi gestures Noemi to come near him with a slow flit of his hand.

“We have ta’ talk,” gravelly voice to match that look he gave her.

Noemi approaches Rabbi as he pulls out a chair for her at a small two seater-table in the Fadda family kitchen. Taking the seat across from her, Rabbi rests his arms on the table as he begins, “there’s been’a accident.”

“What happened?” A hitch of concern in Noemi’s voice as she sits with Rabbi. The fear—the anxiety she felt made her feel like doing anything but sit. Her father traveled with quite the entourage of men and yet, only Satchel and Rabbi returned home. She squirms in her chair as Rabbi slowly licks his lips and prepares to tell her more.

“Your brother is fine, as is everyone else, but your father’s been admitted to the public hospital; he’s lost a’lot of blood, but ee’s stable. The doctor is keepin’ him a few days for observation.”

Noemi looks neither relieved or nor alarmed to hear all of this from Rabbi Milligan. Perplexity is her sole expression in the Irishman’s eyes.

“What kind of accident was dad in?” Noemi presses him. Hearing a statement like, ‘your father had lost a lot of blood,’ is no news to easily digest.

“Ah, yea.” Taking a breath to gather his words, “the car was at ‘n intersection near the school, some boys were playin’ with toy guns, one of them must’ve been a pellet gun.” Rabbi’s eyes shift from Noemi to his hands on the table, uneasy with the task of notifying the family of his boss and keeper. “The gun went off, hit your father in the backseat, ‘ee has a neck wound but ee’is being treated for it, like I said.”

Filled in at last, Noemi does not know how to respond to the news of her father’s ‘accident’.

While Noemi sits in a stunned silence, Rabbi finally does what he wanted to do before. He reaches across the table and collects Noemi’s hand; a rare move for him, considering his place beneath her in the household. “Would you be needin’ assistance in tellin’ your mother?”

Noemi Fadda had been preparing her family’s meals since she was old enough to turn on the stove all by herself. With cooking, came lots of cleaning and caring for the house, a role expected of her, especially as she was not yet married and out of the house like her sister, Naneeda. Noemi’s hand felt very cold and dry in Rabbi’s warm grasp.

Swallowing quietly to reanimate herself, lost in her thoughts as she was, Noemi straightens up in her seat, a kind of quiet excitement and exhilaration hits her when Rabbi—or ‘Patrick’—had taken her hand and held it.

Shaking her head, Noemi assures, “no, I can tell her.”

As Rabbi lets go of Noemi’s hand, Noemi rises from the table and takes a step past Rabbi when suddenly she stops and turns back to him.

Impulsiveness possesses her like a soft and lonely ghost as the young woman eases down onto Rabbi Milligan’s lap, sitting on him as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do.

Alarmed but resisting futilely, Rabbi wears a look of concern as he gathers Noemi’s slight shoulders in his hands and looks into his secret lover’s eyes, preparing to turn her away. He whispers an urgent reminder of their boundaries, “Nomi—“

Nomi—that was his nickname for her, something that started back when they were kids.

“—no one is here,” the young woman interjects in an urgent whisper and smiles as she wraps her arms around his neck. Tilting her head, Noemi Fadda kisses Rabbi Milligan.

The pair shares a romantic moment that soon melds to one of desperate comfort. They stole them, every chance they could get.

Rarely with a instant where it was just them two, Rabbi buries his face in the crook of Noemi’s neck as they embrace one another and hold each other for what feels like a blessed eternity, though it was only a few cherished seconds.

Patrick Milligan hugs Noemi like he has never been hugged before and maybe he hasn’t—not before her, at least.

Reality brings Noemi Fadda pushing herself back to her feet, straightening her dress and her apron.

Before she can leave the room, Rabbi gently catches her by the wrist. Carefully, he unknots the apron ties at the small of his lover’s back.