#nightgown

Nightgown

c. 1910

Sarcenet and lace

French

Blind!Gator Tillman x Fem!reader

The worst part about being blind was that he couldn’t see your face anymore. It was what he sat up at night thinking about, what he missed most.

To make up for this, you like to describe your outfits to him, and let him feel.

Tonight’s outfit was a new nightgown that you’d gotten from some upscale boutique on your trip out of town last weekend.

It was perfect, the kind he would’ve loved to see. All pink ruffles and lace trim. Now you were in the bedroom, his hands roaming over the fabric.

“I bet you look Gorgeous mama.. just stunnin’”

he purred, moving his fingers down to the bottom. When he does, he lets out a soft mumble.

“S’ real short..”

you smiled to yourself as he moved his hand up, hitching up the skirt to feel your matching lace panties.

“What color?”

he asks, and you answer.

“White..”

His breath hitches.

“You wanna wanna feel how you’re good you’re touchin’ me Gates..?”

You whisper, before guiding his hand to where your wetness is soaking through the lace panties.

“See baby.. see how desperate you still make me..? It don’t matter that you can’t see.. you can still feel me..”