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Snow Storm

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Summary: You're on a 'date'. Sort of. You're really not feeling it, especially when you realize that the guy has been lying. Steve, witnessing it all during his shift at Family Video, is more than happy to meddle a little.

CW/Disclaimer: Hmmmm things start to get a little heated and sexy but nothing too dramatic. So... idk. Mention of porn?

Author's note: I have a tendency to post fics out of their season, it seems

Words: 3435

Steve’s POV

He watched as your eyes followed the section of horror movies slowly, scanning each title to try and remember if you had seen them before. Next to you, a guy stood impatiently as he eyed the curtain that separated the adult section. Steve watched with interest, as it was all that was currently happening in the store apart from a regular who looked into the slapstick classics on the other side.

“Come on, I just wanna see.”

The guy sighed, nudged you with his arm. You were having none of it and Steve couldn’t help but wear an amused smile. Eventually, when you had picked out two movies, you followed him towards the curtain. Steve, feeling particularly menacing today, quickly left the counter and approached the curtain just in time.

“Hello there! ID’s please.”

He held his hand open and you took it out immediately, showing that you were 23, a year younger than he was. When the guy handed it over with some reluctance, his curiosity piqued.

“Oof, sorry dude, can’t let you in. It’s 21+”

“What? Since when?” the guy responded, but Steve clocked something much more interesting.

“Clark… You said you were 24. Jesus this is why I never wanna say my age first,” you groaned and rolled your eyes. Steve bit down on his lip to stop himself from smiling, but it was too hard not to.

“Damn, why’d you have to lie to the lady? That’s not cool,” Steve added on.

Your POV

“You weren’t supposed to know. Now come on,” Clark mumbled and attempted to pass the curtain but Steve quickly moved in between, the smooth glide of his body grabbing your attention.

“Still a no, Bud.”

You were already tired of his pushy behavior earlier, so while Steve had him occupied, you entered the adult section. You didn’t even want to go in there, but it was better than staying.

“Grab some deepthroating! And some lesbian porn?”

Steve’s POV

Steve shook his head at him as he leaned against the wall right next to the curtain.

“Jesus, dude. Are you trying to make her run away from you even harder?”

“Shut up,” Clark grumbled, side eyeing him with annoyance.

“Hm, no,” Steve said, a small smile on his face. “Not for a pipsqueak like you.”

“Oh fuck off, says the failed jock whose daddy no longer funds him so he has to do a shitty job like this one, the highlight of his day being to be a total asshole to a guy trying to have sex with a girl.”

Steve stared ahead of him, taking a deep inhale before replying.

“Yeah. Sure. That’s a neat description of you and me both. Emphasis on the trying.”

“The day’s not over yet.”

“Oh but it is, pipsqueak. Cause you’re gonna turn around and leave now.”

They looked at each other, eyes dark and challenging. Steve wasn’t sure what came over him. He just knew that he needed to do you the favor of getting rid of him.

“The hell I am,” Clark bristled.

Steve chuckled darkly. Woah, when did he become this super villain huh? Hmm. Interesting.

“Oh you are. She wants you gone and so do I.”

“You don’t know shit about what she wants.”

“Let me go ask,” Steve said as his hand lazily slid the curtain aside. “What’s her name again?” he asked, pretending like he hadn’t checked your name on your ID. He didn’t wait for his answer and walked behind the curtain despite his protests. This, however, made him miss out on the emergency alert on the radio.

“We interrupt your favorite tunes for an important message. The blizzard is getting worse. If you haven’t yet, go home. Chances are you won’t be able to if you wait much longer.”

Clark, however, did. Besides, he wasn’t that much of an idiot. He knew he had lost his chances with you the moment he tried to get you to grab his favorite porn videos. Whatever.

Your POV

“So… see anything you like?”

His voice startled you, but at the same time it was met with relief from your end that it wasn’t Clark. Steve slowly walked closer and quickly noticed you didn’t seem interested in any of it in the slightest and chuckled.

“Or are you just planning to stay here forever until he leaves?”

You shrugged.

“Something like that. Also, you don’t just ask a lady about her favorite porn, Harrington.”

Delighted by your response, he cocked his hip against the wall as he crossed his arms with a grin.

“I mean… we both already know Clark’s…” Steve said jokingly, earning a smile from you.

“All men are the same,” you sighed. Steve pouted and scanned the titles for something interesting.

“You say that now but… wait until you find out that my favorite is actually… Granny getting a— nope, nope, forget I started that sentence,” Steve said quickly as he put back the tape he just had in his hands.

“All the grannies over the world are crying right now,” you said sadly, a smile on your lips.

“Too bad, I’ve set my eye on girls who actually are the age they say they are.”

“I’ll admit that’s the most interesting belated opening line I’ve ever heard,” you said dryly.

“As long as it catches your intrigue, I’m satisfied,” Steve said with a playful, cocky grin.

You grabbed a tape and smirked, holding it out for him.

“So I’m guessing you don’t need yourself a… Satisfyer 2.0, then?” You asked, holding up the tape which had sensual “instructions” for a vibrator.

Steve laughed and shook his head.

“These satisfy just fine,” Steve said, holding up his hands. Your mind drifted off to what he could do with those big hands. Not just to himself but to—

“… left?”

Steve had apparently just asked you a question.

“Huh?”

He smirked and nodded towards the curtain.

“I think he left. Just heard the bell above the door.”

“Maybe someone came in though…” you wondered out loud.

“Maybe. I’ll go check.” He spun on his heel and approached the curtain when—

“Wait—” It was out before you knew it. Steve halted, turned back around and looked at you patiently.

“Yeah?”

“If he is in fact not gone, can you… get rid of him somehow? I normally wouldn’t ask but he’s just such a—”

“Dick.”

“Yeah…” You smiled a small smile and watched as he approached you again. His eyes were on you, taking in even the smallest changes in your expression.

“So is he like… your boyfriend?” Steve asked softly. “Or uh, was?”

You chuckled and shook your head.

“Nah, this was the second date which I had reluctantly agreed to.”

“Why’d you say yes?” Steve asked curiously. He followed your movement as you skimmed some more tapes and smiled at the playfully quipped corner of your mouth. “I mean, it didn’t look like you wanted to be here.”

“I didn’t. I just… I kind of never said yes but he just showed up on my doorstep and then I felt too bad to not go with him, so… yeah. Didn’t know he had plans to rent some porn and spend the second date in his bedroom or whatever.”

Steve crossed his arms and nodded thoughtfully.

“Hmmh… yeah that sucks. Well, I’ll make sure there won’t be a next time,” he said as he shortly winked at you and once again turned on his heel, this time actually continuing his walk through the curtain. He was out there for a few minutes when he turned back with a frown.

“Uh… Y/N? We’ve got a little… hiccup.”

You approached him with a frown of your own and followed him to the front, unsure what to expect. What you certainly didn’t expect, was to see a snow storm going on outside.

“Apparently there’s a code red. Just heard a repeat of it on the radio but it keeps breaking up. They urge everyone to stay inside until it’s over.”

Steve stuffed his hands into his pockets and stared ahead. It was the worst storm he had ever witnessed and the fact that nothing had seemed to be going on apart from some gentle snowfall surprised him.

“Stay… here?” you asked eventually.

“I mean, yeah? You can’t drive in this weather, it’s too dangerous. So is walking. So…”

“But I can’t just…”

“Hey, I don’t bite,” Steve said softly, nudging your arm with his own. “Besides, Clark seems to have left after all. Maybe he heard the warning and decided to bolt? If so, very nice to let us know as well but I will say that I wasn’t nice to him, so…”

You smirked.

“What did you say to him?”

“Nothing, nothing. I mean, genuinely, I didn’t say much. Just that he had to fuck off, using different wording. He didn’t seem all that ready to leave when I went to look for you though.”

“Oh well, good riddance.”

“Agreed.”

Steve walked forward and locked the door, putting the closed sign up front just in case.

“Let’s go to the back, it’s warmer there. And there’s a coffee machine.”

And so your “Stuck at Family Video with heartthrob Steve Harrington” began.

Once you were settled around the table in the break room, Steve gave you an odd glance. It was hard to figure out what he meant by it, although his frown disappeared the moment he got up from his chair.

“Coffee? Tea? I think we even got a few of those instant hot choc packages,” he offered, his back already turned to you as he searched the cabinets.

“Oh, hot chocolate sounds nice actually. Is it just me or is it… still kinda cold, even here?” you asked hesitantly. Steve nodded ruefully and grabbed two mugs from the cabinet he was currently facing.

“Ah, yeah… it looks like the heating is struggling again. I could kick it to see if it helps but… chances are it’ll get worse.”

“How could it get worse?”

Steve shrugged.

“Beats me, but I’m speaking from experience. Sometimes it does the trick and other times it really, really doesn’t.”

“Let’s not risk it then. At least we have a warm drink, right?”

Steve nodded and grabbed the kettle. You watched him busy himself with putting it on, emptying the hot chocolate powder and grabbing two spoons. He was humming along softly to whichever song he seemed to have stuck in his head and shot you a smile when he caught you looking.

“So what do you usually—”

Suddenly, the room turned pitch dark. You heard Steve swear softly when he shuffled back towards the table and bumped into a chair.

“Uh… okay. That’s… kind of a problem,” he mumbled as he managed to sit back down. “No hot choc I guess, sorry. No… heating either. Maybe we should check how the weather’s doing?” he opted.

“Yeah, sure.”

There was a small strip of light seeping in from the doorway, slowly turning brighter as you adjusted to your surroundings again. Warm fingers teased your arm before your wrist was grabbed and Steve helped you up. As he opened the door, the brightness of the snow outside was almost blinding. The thin windows made it a lot colder at the front, making you shiver as you watched the outside. It wasn’t just snow anymore, as heavy hail rained down, large enough to leave dents into cars. Steve groaned and let go of your wrist.

“Let me check if I can get the power back on,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. He grabbed a flashlight from below the counter and went to the back again. After a few minutes, he returned, looking apologetic.

“Sorry, nothing. I guess it’s my fault you’re stuck here, huh?” he sighed. “If I hadn’t bothered Clark as much you’d be on your way already. Or if I just… I don’t know. Sorry, I guess.”

“It’s not your fault the weather decided to fuck us over, Steve,” you said with a soft smile which he returned with some hesitance. “What do you usually do for fun around here?”

Steve gave you a wry smile.

“Watch movies?”

“Ah, yeah.”

There was a short silence until Steve clapped in his hands and rubbed them together. “I’ve got this huge blanket in the back, brought it here once because Rob, Robin, my colleague, gets very cold easily so sometimes we’d just huddle under the blanket during breaks and stuff. I think we might as well sit out here, at least it’s light… for now.”

You nodded, smiling as you thought of Robin Buckley. You knew her of course. Not super well, but well enough to know she was nice.

“Yeah, it’s already getting dark, huh? A blanket sounds good though.”

Steve nodded and once again disappeared for a short moment, until he returned with a bright blue blanket, which he partially draped on the floor in front of the counter before he motioned for you to sit down and wrapped it around your shoulders. He joined you after grabbing you both some water and put the other end around his shoulders once he settled down.

“How’s this?”

You were really trying not to let it get to you that you were cozying up to Steve right now. Heat was radiating off of him and it made you wonder if he was actually cold, or if he was basically doing the whole “it’s better to stick together for body warmth” kind of thing. With the addition of clothes, of course.

“It’s nice. Better than without for sure,” you told him softly. Steve’s shoulder brushed yours and soon enough you felt the pressure build up until he was actually resting against you. Not in an uncomfortable way at all. It was really… nice, actually.

“Your parents? Do you think they’ll worry?”

“Ah, no. My mom’s visiting my grandma in another state actually and my dad’s no longer around, so. Doubt he can worry,” you joked lightly. “What about yours?”

Steve snorted, then realized it probably wasn’t all that funny and shrugged.

“Dunno, they’re somewhere in Europe now, I think? So no.”

Another silence. It was by that point that you remembered how little you actually knew about Steve Harrington. Sure, he had been popular in school for some time, and then he wasn’t, and then he graduated. But you had never really talked to him other than giving him a pen or two in English class. You were from different social ladders, really. Although, right now you felt quite equal to him, somehow. Which felt weird, considering he looked like a freshly cut out of a painting model and you were… you. Mr handsome decided to steal you away from your brain, which honestly, was a good thing.

“Hey, wanna play a game?” he asked, peering into your eyes as he leaned forward a little. You watched him with newfound curiosity.

“What kind of game?”

“I spy with my little eye.”

“Isn’t that just called “I spy”?” you wondered aloud.

“Dunno. So. Yes?”

“What else is there, right?”

Steve grinned and rested his head against the counter.

“That’s right. Okay. I spy with my little eye… something green.”

“That tape,” you said as you pointed. Steve leaned into your space, following your hand.

“Which one?”

“The green one.”

“There are maaaany green ones.”

“The green one with… Fuck I can’t read,” you sighed as you tried to squint. Steve laughed warmly, which you could feel the tremble of against your shoulder. “Okay so. The sci-fi shelf, yes? Fifth on the second row.”

“Aaaah, I see it now. Nope!”

“You knew that wasn���t it from the start.”

“I had to make sure.”

“Mhm, sure.”

Steve grinned and nudged you with his shoulder before tapping your thigh with his hand.

“Your turn, your turn!”

He left his hand on your thigh. Oh shit. Yeah, you were totally normal about that. You could still think. You could definitely still find some kind of object that you could use—

“Wait, I didn’t even guess it, how is it my turn?!” you questioned. Steve, who had been looking at… somewhere that wasn’t your eyes, quickly lifted his eyes to meet yours and grinned.

“Right. Guess!” “Your vest?”

“You are absolutely right. See? Your turn.”

“It wasn’t— okay. Hm… I spy with my little eye… something red.”

“Your cheeks.”

“Shut up, my cheeks aren’t red.”

“They are a little.”

“If you keep talking about it, yes, they will turn red.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Once again Steve leaned forward to look you straight in the eye, this time lifting a hand to cup your cheek gently. “Hm, they’re a little pink at the very least.”

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks and took his hand off your cheek as you looked away. Steve chuckled softly and turned his hand around so he could grab yours.

“Fine, then… the bike outside?”

“Nope.”

“Damn, I thought that was it for sure. That red blob of paint that Keith never managed to get off the ceiling?”

“That’s it!”

Steve grinned at you and gave your hand a squeeze. For a moment you had forgotten about his hand, too drunk on his animated face. Fuck.

“I spy with my little eye…” Steve turned his head to look at you and smiled. “Something pretty.”

“What?”

“Purple! Purple.”

“My shirt.”

“So clever.”

It was getting darker rapidly and soon enough, even your little game became harder to play. You did some other ones, word games, guessing games, whatever you could think of. The blanket was wrapped closer around you both now, as the store became colder without the heating. You sat hip to hip, your arms a little awkward sometimes although neither of you really minded.

“Would you have stayed here if I hadn’t been around?” you asked softly.

“Hmm, nah, I don’t think so.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t really care if— I mean, I’d only be risking myself in that case.”

“That’s a bad reason. You’re just as important.”

“Am I?” Steve asked, and for some reason you felt like he needed an honest answer.

“Yeah, you are, Steve.”

“Hm…” A beat of silence. “I spy with my little eye… someone pretty.”

“You can’t even see.”

“I’ve memorized her by now.”

“Is it the blonde babe cardboard cutout?”

Steve, not expecting that answer at all, burst out laughing.

“Fuck, no,” a giggle, “it wasn’t.”

“Oh… hm. What about that girl from the ring? Samara?”

“Shush.”

“Or the woman from that movie where—” “Ssshh.”

You felt his hand cup your cheek and it was as if your heart was gonna jump out of your chest at any moment now. His breath tickled your cheek, warm and comfortable against your cold nose. Your lips parted on their own, eyes closing even though there was only an outline of his face to see.

“You sure it’s not the blond babe?” you murmured teasingly.

Steve giggled softly and shook his head, causing the stray strands of his hair to tickle you a little.

“Positive.”

A faint sound of lips being licked, and then his lips brushed against yours. Soft and pliable, eager to taste yours. He hummed softly, pleased, as he pulled you closer. You were easily pulled into his lap as his tongue teased your bottom lip for access. Hands smoothed up and down your waist, the blanket forgotten as your kiss provided enough heat between the two of you. It was silent, save from the gasps and soft, pleasant hums leaving you both. He gently moved his hips while simultaneously guiding yours, a gentle moan leaving him as he found a rhythm. His lips found your neck and your hand made its way into his hair to have something to grasp onto. One hand found the hem of your shirt and he was about to lift it up when—

Brightness. Light. The electricity was back on. Meaning… everyone outside could see you. If there had been anyone, that is. Still, it broke the moment instantly as Steve dropped his hand to your thigh and looked up at you.

“Shit,” he murmured, a lopsided grin on his face. “They really know how to spoil the fun today, huh?”

You smiled down at him and turned around to look outside, one hand resting on his chest for balance.

“Hm… I don’t know. It seems safe to go back home.”

Steve dug his fingers into your hips with eagerness before leaving a soft kiss on your lips.

“Your place or mine?”

end.

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Library visits

PART 1

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Summary: You see a familiar face coming in your place of work (the library), and you aren't too thrilled about it at first. However, sometimes a familiar face can be full of surprises too.

CW/Disclaimer: None, I think? Mention of death, maybe that?

Author's note: I was in need of some cute shit, though this is mostly just the build up towards the cute shit

Words: 2332

You inhaled deeply, ready to sigh tiredly when a coughing fit took that opportunity away. With all the dusty books around you, it was no surprise that your lungs were in desperate need for some fresh air.

Only recently you had started to sort out the really old books to see which ones needed some slight fixing. Which meant opening them up, as well as dusting them off. It wasn’t like the library you worked at was a musky place or anything, there was just this old section that rarely got any attention. Up until now, at least.

After putting some books back on the bottom shelf for the time being, you decided to take a break and have some tea. However, the moment you got up also became the moment you fell down again. You heard a voice apologize and you sighed, brushing yourself off as you plastered on a smile before greeting the guy.

“I’m so sorry— I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s fine don’t worry ab—”

There was no way.

None other than Gator Tillman was staring you down and you felt the insufferable need to swallow. And cough some more, because of the dust that settled somewhere in your lungs. He looked pretty much the same as he had in high school, just ten years older. The most distinct difference was probably his hair, which had lost the slicked back look he used to have. Instead, it was a bit wild and messy, but in a good way. Who knew his hair could actually have this much volume if not slicked back with endless amounts of gel? As you got up, you noticed he awkwardly stuffed his hand back into his pocket, as if he had wanted to help you back up.

As if. 

You smiled politely at him with some effort, and when he returned your smile it confused you a bit until you realized. He did not remember you. Which was unsurprising, but still annoying enough to make you drop your smile instantly, much to his confusion. You had no energy for this today, none at all. Just as you decided to walk past him, he quickly spoke up.

“Uh— I’m actually uhm, looking for a book?”

His voice came out a little strained, as if asking for help physically pained him. You slowly turned back around.

“You, need a book?” The condescending tone wasn't hard to miss, and you kind of hated yourself for it but you couldn’t help it. That guy had never touched a book in his life. Apart from porn magazines and comics, maybe.

“Yeah…? Do you— do you not work at the library?”

He looked around and then back to the name card that was pinned to your chest, as if he needed to make sure he wasn’t in the wrong place or something, asking the wrong person.

He definitely asked the wrong person, regardless of the fact that you worked here.

“Yes.”

“Okay…” he breathed deeply, taking one step forward causing you to automatically take one step backwards. A twitch in his brow conveyed his slight annoyance.

“I’m looking for… Princess Ella.”

“Princess Ella?” You asked, blinking a few times.

“Do you have it?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at his impatience.

“Yeah… not sure if we have it on hand though.”

“Oh. Can you—”

“I’ll check.”

Gator hesitated on following you but ended up doing so anyway when he realized you were walking towards the other side of the library. His eyes followed your movements in silence as you scanned the shelves.

“Did you look here?” you asked when you spotted the book.

“Uh— no I just… asked.”

“I see. Here,” you said as you pulled the book out of the row and handed it to him. “This the one? Princess Ella is a series, this is the first.”

Gator frowned as he took the book from you and took in the cover.

“I think so…”

“What do you need it for, anyway?” It was out before you knew it. You’d normally never speak to a customer like that, however curiosity took the better of you. Gator seemed taken aback by the question and his soft expression turned sour.

“None of your business. So, do I check out? How does it work?”

“Do you have a library card?”

“No.”

“Then you’ll have to get one of those first. There are several plans, depending on how many books you want to borrow a year—”

“How the fuck would I know how many books I’m gonna borrow?”

“You take a guess.”

“Are you always this friendly to new customers?”

“I tend to be friendlier.”

“Then what did I do?”

“If only you knew, right?”

“Yeah, I’d love to know actually.”

“Shucks.”

Gator seemed ready to storm out the building. His need for the book seemed to trump that desire though.

“I’d like a library card, please. The middle plan or whatever.”

“There are actually four—”

“Just get me a goddamn card, woman!”

His patience long gone gave him more of that spicy hostility he naturally carried around him in school. Demanding he’d get what he wanted and if people didn’t want to dance to his demands, he’d make them. This persisted during his jock “career”. After his accident, he lost most of his bite. Kept to himself, struggled to graduate now that he was fully reliant on studying rather than being a good quarterback.

“Alright… I’ll just give you the second tier, then. You can always up your subscription, should you need more.”

Gator watched you as you calmly entered his name into the computer, screen turned a little so he could watch along.

“Wait… how’d you—”

“I need your date of birth, please.”

“Uh… April 2nd. 1995.”

“Alright… address?”

Dumbfounded, he gave you his home address, phone number and email. He was still looking at you, trying to figure you out.

“There you go,” you said once the card was done and you handed it to him.

“Thanks… but how?”

You shrugged.

“You introduced yourself earlier.”

“I didn’t… Did I?”

Clearly doubting himself, you decided to keep it at that. You figured it was better than explaining the alternative. There was no need. You checked out the book for him and before you knew it, he was on his way. The curiosity on why he needed this particular book lingered.

—

Two weeks later

Today had been a day of many returns. There were usually quite a few, but it felt like the amount had quadrupled this time. Somewhere behind you, you heard the familiar sound of the sliding doors opening. A person stomped in, presumably straight for the counter.

When the little bell on your desk was slammed on, you were certain.

“Hello?”

It didn’t register for you that it was him this time, the voice being too far away and muffled by the soft music you had playing in your ears. As you hurried over, you saw Gator waiting for you, book in hand.

“Hi,” you greeted him. He was wearing a scowl, as if you had done him wrong long before he even entered the building.

“They want the second part, do you have it?”

Gator pushed the book he previously checked out towards you, his library card on top.

“I’ll check.”

“Yeah, you go do that. Also, why didn’t you just say you knew who I was last time?”

“Huh?”

Gator frowned and crossed his arms. You imagined he tapped his foot impatiently.

“It took me a moment, but I remember you now. Why pretend?”

You hesitated. Did he really not know? He never outright bullied you, but he had made some snide remarks in passing. The usual stuff. Loser. Nerd. Nothing extreme, but him being a jock caused others to agree with his statements easily. And that sucked.

“I… You weren’t exactly nice to me back then, Gator.”

Gator groaned as he rubbed a hand over his face, his other arm falling to his side.

“So? It’s been what? Ten years? A lot can change in ten years.”

It was your turn to cross your arms this time. Easy for him to say. 

“A lot can also stick around for ten years.”

Gator noticed your expression and shook his head.

“Fuckin’ tell me about it. You listen to your dad calling you a waste of space, a loser, a failure all the fuckin’ time and have everyone else abandon you ‘cause they think you’re too much like the guy.”

“That’s no excuse to treat others badly though? I always thought you wanted to be just like him. Surely acted like it,” you huffed. Gator flinched, just slightly. He rested his palms upon the counter and shook his head.

“I didn’t. I mean, I don’t. I used to think becoming like him would be the only way for him to treat me… differently, I guess. When I got injured it turned me into someone I hated. But I also didn’t know who else to be… Why am I even—”

He shook his head, regret seeping in quickly at oversharing his thoughts and he pinched the bridge of his nose to shake off the overwhelming feelings. He avoided your gaze and never finished his sentence, probably hoping you’d fill the silence. You had no idea how to respond, so instead you moved away from the counter to go find the book he needed. Gator hesitantly followed, two steps only, before he spoke again.

“I’m different, is all I’m tryin’ to say, I guess.”

You turned around and found his expression to carry some desperation. As if you believing him was very important to him. Someone he didn’t even remember last time. You nodded slowly, then continued to walk.

“I guess it makes sense for you to not believe me. And uh… sorry for, uh, whatever I said. I’m sure it was… bad. It’s kind of a blur for me, but I know I wasn’t… good.”

The book was easy to find, though you took your sweet time as you tried to think of a response.

“Sorry. I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“Gator, I—”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to accept my apology. I know. That’s— I learned I can’t expect that stuff… my therapist used to say so.”

His eyes focused on his shoes. It was impossible to look at you now. Vulnerability was still very hard for him to adjust to. Hesitantly, you grabbed his hand so you could put the book in and then held onto it a little longer.

“I do accept your apology,” you said softly, making him look up at last.

“You do?”

“Mhm. On one condition,” you added, smiling softly. “Tell me, who are the books for?”

Gator smiled as he stuffed his hands into his pockets after tucking the book under his arm. He gently kicked his own foot with his own and took a moment to reply.

“They’re for my little neighbors. Two twin girls. I sometimes babysit them when their mom is at work and apparently they were really into this series.”

“Oh, so they’ve read it before? Don’t have it at home?”

Gator shook his head.

“No, uh, they do. Have it at home. I just…” Gator scratched the back of his neck as a blush crept on his cheeks. “I wanted to… practice? I sound so monotone when I read things, so I thought, if I know it by heart then I could just tell it without really having to read it, you know? Wanted to be a better storyteller I guess. I have no idea if they’d even notice the difference but—”

“I’m sure they do. That’s so…” cute. “Sweet of you.”

“You think?” Gator’s eyes were big, almost… hopeful. When you nodded, a shy smile spread on his face.

“How old are they? The twins.”

“Six.”

“That’s a fun age.”

“They’re real menaces, I’ll tell ya that. But they’re also adorable.”

He held the book in front of him now, holding onto it with both hands. Then, he remembered. With a little “oh”, he took the library card out of his pocket and handed it to you.

“Here.”

You chuckled softly.

“I almost forgot. And that when I gave you such a hard time to get a library card last time…” you mumbled softly as you scanned his card. Gator shrugged.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t being nice either, not remembering you at first and stuff.”

“I’ll admit that was a little annoying of you,” you told him with a smile.

Gator suddenly barked out a soft laugh in disbelief.

“A little? You were trying to kill me with your gaze!”

“I wasn’t!”

“You were all like…” Gator mimicked your expression from last time and you gently pushed his shoulder.

“You’re being ridiculous,” you laughed, and you were surprised how easy it was to smile with him now. He seemed to have the same realization at that time as you watched his gaze soften.

“You have a nice laugh,” Gator blurted, although he had attempted to say something else. He swallowed, blinked quickly. “I mean, it’s nice no longer being on your bad side.”

“Hm. I agree,” you told him softly. “It’s nice indeed. The- The last bit.”

“The first bit too, come on.”

“Maybe… I’ll think about it,” you mused and he smiled.

It was then when other customers came in, breaking the gentle spell between the two of you. Gator held your gaze for a moment, then looked away and put his card back into his pocket.

“I should go.”

“See you when you’re ready for the next part, I suppose?” you asked softly.

Gator smiled and gave you a nod.

“Yeah. See you soon. The books aren’t that thick, so,” he attempted at a joke.

You laughed as if it was really funny. It was kind of funny. Just not that funny. But it made him beam, made his eyes squint as he smiled at you, which made it worth it.

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All I want...

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Summary: You weren't even thinking about him lately, when Steve asks you to help him chaperone at the school's Christmas Gala. You want to refuse, but you simply can't disappoint your teenage self.

CW/Disclaimer: No warnings I think? Just fluff. Or maybe I should warn that there's a little bit of a certain Mariah Carey song in there. I know some people have a passion to dislike that, so be warned!

Author's note: A Christmas fic? In February?? YES. Life got in the way, okay? Deal with it, it's still nice. I hope. If not, well. Eh.

Words: 4225

The fact that it was such a quiet Saturday at the coffee shop should have alerted you that something was bound to happen. Something weird. Something like your old classmate Steve Harrington stopping by and making a beeline for you instead of the register.

You hadn’t talked to Steve since you graduated, which was almost four years ago. To be fair, you had never really talked to Steve. Not unless he needed to borrow a pencil or wanted to check your notes (aka copy your homework). He knew you were smart, would tell you as such whenever he handed you your notes back. One time he even asked you for help with chemistry. That had probably been the day you talked to him the most. However, you were never friends. Just vague classmates, one who asked for favors and the other who people pleased her way through high school.

College had been in the plans, but instead you wound up working at the coffee shop for a summer job and decided that you liked the stability to save up for your own place. Besides, the work wasn’t terrible and you honestly had no idea yet what you wanted to do with your life. Your friends had all left for college several states away though and it had been a while since you had been chatting with someone your age, if you were honest. So the fact that Steve was currently talking to you not realizing you were very much not registering what he was saying? Not great. Expected though.

“Y/N?” Steve’s animated hand gestures faltered a little as you gazed blankly up at him.

“Sorry, I completely zoned out. You wanna order?”

“Uh… sure, why not,” he said hesitantly, as if he didn’t walk into the coffeeshop to get, you know, coffee. You both walked to the counter, each on one side and you turned on your heel to face him. You watched him expectantly and wondered what was up with him when he stared right back, instead of looking at the menu behind your head.

“Oh,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “uhh… coffee?”

“Just plain black coffee?”

“Sure.”

“Alright…”

Steve Harrington was acting strange and you didn’t know why. Trying not to dwell on it, you prepared his coffee and set it in front of him. He placed a couple bills on top of the counter without waiting for you to mention the amount, still seemingly distracted.

“So… The Christmas Gala at Hawkins needs chaperones. We’re having a massive shortage and it’s my problem now, apparently.”

The what now?”

“Don’t act like I’m suddenly talking gibberish, Y/N. The Christmas gala. They need chaperones.”

“Okay…? That sucks,” you said, unsure why he needed you to know all of this. Of course, you should have known better. He was the guy who came to you when he needed something, after all.

“It would suck a lot less if you’d chaperone with me,” he hinted, giving you his million-dollar grin. You barked out a short laugh, causing Steve’s brow to twitch in subtle confusion.

“Yeah, no thanks,” you told him followed by a chuckle. “Can’t you ask your girlfriend or something?”

What? You were just curious. If he had one. It’s not as if that stupid crush you had on him in high school which made you so inclined to share your work and pencils was still there. Pfft. Not at all. Why and how was he even prettier than he used to be?

“Uhh…” he gave you an awkward look, “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Now why did that fill you with glee, huh?

“Please.”

Before you could respond, he was already walking around the counter, only giving you two seconds to back away as he took your hands in his.

“Please please please please please, I really don’t want to have to ask my ex.”

“Nancy?” Everyone knew about Nancy.

“No, she’s not even in town. No uh, another one. None of them, actually. It would be way too awkward.”

“And chaperoning with me, who you haven’t talked to for god knows how long isn't?”

“Huh? No. You’re my pencil buddy from high school! Nothing awkward about that? Come on!” He squeezed your hands for emphasis and gave you his best puppy eyes. Damn him.

“Also… why are your exes the only option? Surely you haven’t dated every—”

Steve gave you a look. It was both endearing and silly. So Harrington was still the same Casanova as ever.

“Oh come on?!”

“You know how I was in high school. I repeated a cycle of that when I just started teaching. Let’s just say some parent-teacher meetings are very awkward now.”

“Were they at least single?”

“Uh…”

“Steve!”

“To my knowledge?! I found out one wasn't during one of those blissful meetings. So yeah. You can guess how that went. Please, Y/N! You want me to go on my knees? I’ll do it, just say the word.”

When Steve was about to drop on his knees you quickly grabbed his arm to stop it and grimaced at the not so PG-13 thoughts that flooded your brain.

“No, no. No need. Fine. I’ll do it. On one condition.”

Stop it, brain. Don’t say it.

“Anything.”

DON’T. 

“One dance.”

For fuck’s sake. You cursed your brain for not being on the same level as you.

“Oh, uhm, sure? Is that all?”

He sounded genuinely surprised and you regretted asking for a dance already. How pathetic were you, feeling the need to satiate your teenage self to get a dance from the one and only Steve Harrington?

“And you better have alcohol somewhere.”

“Naturally. Preferences?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure out something nice.”

Steve nodded and finally let go of your hands. Suddenly your hands felt way colder than they had before.

“Alright then… I’ll see you this Friday? Oh and, well I guess you know there’s a dress code.”

“Any theme? Wait… this Friday?”

“Uh, yeah! This Friday. Theme is Gatsby, I think. But any fancy dress will do. Or suit, if that’s your thing. My best friend Robin likes to—”

The bell above the door interrupted whatever Steve was going to say and he gave you a small nod as a bunch of teenagers walked in for a hot chocolate. After a small wave, Steve left through the door right before shouting “See you Friday!”, his coffee long forgotten.

-

Friday. You should have just said no. A loud sigh escaped through your firmly pressed lips when you eyed yourself in the mirror. The dress was nice, it was just… you’d gained some weight. It fit differently than it did the last time you wore it. Even though it still looked good, it was super flattering in fact, you couldn’t help but worry over what Steve might think. As if he would care. There was no way he cared even the slightest about what you looked like. He never expressed any interest in you and he never would and honestly? That was for the best. You two were way too different to work anyway. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself. It was easier to shut these things down before they had a real chance to flourish in your mind.

Your decision to walk quickly became something you cursed your past self for as you felt your feet tire out. You weren’t even wearing the highest, thinnest of heels in the slightest, but you were used to your flat sneakers, so it was still an adjustment. As you made your way towards the school, you saw more and more fancy cars pass you by. It somehow made you feel like you were going to prom ten years late or something, with the way you were dressed.

The school was nicely decorated in a classic Christmas theme. Several Christmas trees filled up the hallway leading towards the gym. In true Hawkins Tigers fashion, the greens were decorated with ornaments and ribbons of gold. As you made your way down the hall you noticed that they even put some mistletoe here and there. The kids that passed you gave you weird looks, some mumbling to each other something along the lines of ‘who is she?’, while others simply gawked. Oh well. You arrived at the front where you could leave your coat, but there was no sign of Steve just yet. His laughter found you before his appearance did.

You recognized that type of laugh. It was the one he used when he was talking to a pretty girl. Why you knew this beat you as well. His voice grew louder and suddenly he appeared in the doorway. He was looking behind him, probably still talking to the woman that caught his interest, until you subtly cleared your throat. As his head turned, you noticed a slight widening of his eyes, before his grin followed and he approached you.

“Y/N! You made it!” he said happily, halting in front of you as he put his hands on your arms. “Again, thank you so much for this.”

You were certain he had already discarded his blazer somewhere, leaving him with just his black silk shirt and dark green dress pants. He looked absolutely beautiful, his hair neat in a boyishly styled kind of way. Playful yet suave.

“It’s my pleasure,” you said, though you could tell by his subtle snort that he didn’t believe you and honestly, neither did you. Yet, you wouldn’t have wanted to miss how he looked tonight for the world. His hands brushed down your arms and moved away just before they would reach your hands.

“Right, so, basically… the party’s in there, we look at young love blossoming and stuff and enjoy ourselves.” He waited a beat and then extended his arm towards your waist. “Shall we?”

You were surprised by his gallant way to guide you inside, considering you wouldn’t expect him to want to be seen with you like that. It was nothing, not really, but…

“So, turns out one of my exes is here. One I didn’t really end it badly with, for once,” he snorted dryly and gave you a painful smile as you met him with a near eye roll. “I was thinking… Maybe this is like destiny or some shit, right? I went out of my way to get someone else and yet there’s still an ex…”

Your eyes landed on all the women your age one by one until a blonde caught your attention.

“Let me guess… it’s the blonde over there?”

Steve made a funny face and nodded.

“Yup. Shelly. Looking as amazing as ever.”

You were nodding before you realized you were and sighed to yourself. As your eyes wandered, they landed on the table with drinks. Right, alcohol. You could use some of that.

“So… did you bring any?”

Steve grinned and looked around the room. “It’s in my blazer which is… somewhere. I’ll go find it.”

As he passed you, he gave your waist a gentle squeeze and you wished it didn’t give you so many butterflies. The kids seemed to look so much younger nowadays. It didn’t make you feel old, just not really accomplished in life either. Steve took quite a while, so you decided to leave your spot and wandered around the gym as you slowly tried to remember the kids’ faces. Something to keep you occupied. Just as you turned your route towards the entrance, you spotted Steve. Ah. The blonde, Shelly, was laughing way too hard as her hand landed on his arm. You doubted it was that funny. Not wanting to be too focused on him, you decided to turn your gaze away in search of a seat. The bleachers would do just fine. You made your way to the top, giving you a good overview of the room. The kids were dancing together adorably and from the looks of it no one was really left out, which made you feel a little warm inside. The music made you tap along with your heel subconsciously, so lost in thought that you didn’t even hear the stomping of Steve coming up the bleachers.

“Jeez, there you are! I’ve been looking for you!” he said, a little out of breath for some reason, which felt a little uncharacteristic for this sporty guy in front of you.

“Oh? Were you?” you asked with little emotion as you looked up at him. He frowned and quickly sat down next to you so you didn’t have to crane your neck any longer.

“I was getting the booze, remember?” he mumbled. You snorted as he uncovered it from under his blazer which he was carrying and handed it to you.

“Couldn’t let the kids see,” he explained as he heard your subtle reaction. You nodded in agreement and opened the flash, taking a gentle whiff of it.

“No poison?” you asked, side-eyeing him. Steve chuckled and then shrugged.

“Alcohol is kind of poisonous in a way, isn’t it?”

“I guess. So is life.”

Steve laughed softly. “So dark, jeez.”

When you barely gave him a hint of a smile, he nudged you.

“Hey, you good? Sorry if I was too pushy about asking you to chaperone, maybe I should’ve—”

With a quick head shake you dismissed him and smiled softly.

“No, it’s alright, my mood has nothing to do with that, I promise.”

“Then what… is it? Did something happen?”

You felt like an idiot for being jealous of Shelly. For being envious that his attention was on her and not you. As if you had any right to be jealous! It made no sense at all. You weren’t here as his date, you were here as his last resort. The sincere worry in his eyes made you hate your feelings even more. Who knew that being in the same room with Steve Harrington for the second time in a week was enough to rekindle your stupid crush on him.

“No, nothing happened,” you said with a soft sigh and then took a big swig of the flask before handing it back to him. Steve took a swig as well but never removed his eyes away from your face.

“Well, if you’re sure…” 

He rested his arm against yours, shifted closer into your space even. After a moment, he nudged you gently.

“See those two? They’ve been dancing around each other in class for a year now. You can see they’re into each other, but neither of them dared to do anything about it. He asked her at last. It’s adorable, isn’t it? Those little shy smiles…”

The kids were adorable indeed, and so was Steve as he looked at them with the softest smile, almost proud. He probably was. While you were distracting yourself by focusing on the kids, Steve casually dropped his hand on your knee. You figured it was accidental, but then he started to caress you gently and you wondered if maybe he had had more alcohol before you arrived. You knew it meant nothing.

“So, about that dance—”

“So you and Shelly, huh?”

You both laughed as you had spoken up at the same time, though Steve’s brows quickly formed a frown when he registered your words.

“Me and Shelly?”

“Yeah. Any rekindling there? I saw how she looked at you. You looked like a couple of highschool sweethearts.”

“Oh, uh…” Steve chuckled awkwardly and removed his hand from your knee simultaneously. “I don’t know. She said it was good to see me, that was about it. Her kid’s gonna transfer to Hawkins soon.”

“Oh, that’s great! You’ll be seeing more of each other then,” you said with a smile, forcing yourself to be happy for him. It was better than to wallow in self pity at a kid’s dance.

“I guess… yeah. Anyway, I—”

“Steve!”

An older woman called for him, probably a colleague, so Steve had to excuse himself. He left the booze and his blazer with you and told you he’d be back. You doubted it. Shelly was already making her way back to him already the moment she caught him in her peripheral vision. It was so obvious she was trying to get back with him. Your eyes went back to the kids Steve pointed out earlier and you smiled when the girl rested her head on his shoulder. Who knew, maybe they’d become highschool sweethearts. You took another swig of the flask, swirled it around your tongue and swallowed to let it burn down your throat. Time got lost on you as you watched the joy in front of you. Most of the teachers were dancing too now, doing a neat job of multitasking while they chaperoned and watched for any illegal activities. Your eyes met Steve’s as he finally managed to get away from what seemed to be an endless conversation, and he tilted his head to the side, beckoning you to come.

With only some slight reluctance, you made your way downstairs. You had momentarily forgotten about Shelly, considering she had gone elsewhere when the older woman kept Steve occupied, until she suddenly stood next to him again. Somewhere between you minding your step down the bleachers she had managed to get all back up in his personal space. Hand on his chest, a flirtatious shoulder nudge… yeah. And Steve didn’t seem to mind. 

So, instead of making a total fool of yourself, you approached him, arms outstretched so you could hand him back his blazer, and left him together with Shelly. You even managed an encouraging smile, which honestly gave you a bitter aftertaste. Steve’s eyes followed you out the gym, Shelly’s words falling on deaf ears as his own thoughts were too loud. Had you looked back, you might have seen the concern on his face, mixed with a layer of guilt.

As you disappeared through the doors, a slow song started up behind you. With a wry smile you made your way to the bathroom, which was around the corner on the left way down the hall. The music was loud enough to hear still, though it gave a somewhat melancholic echo, which actually fit your current mood quite well. It was fine, though. You just had to survive a couple more hours and then you and Steve would never be in the same room again and you could go back to pretending your crush on him ended with high school. With the slow song in the background, you took your time in the bathroom to make sure that by the time you went back, the upbeat music had hopefully returned. You weren’t in the mood to see him dance with someone else. After washing your hands two times (you had zoned out so much you forgot about the first time), you finally left the bathroom, only to be met with a pair of hazel eyes that could be mistaken for brown in the darkness of the hallway.

“Oh, uhm, hi?” you said, a little confused. Steve was leaning against the wall across from you, arms crossed, one leg up. His thigh looked deliciously meaty like that but… That. Was. Not. The. Point.

“Hey. You keep disappearing on me,” Steve said, sounding slightly accusatory.

“That’s not fair, I waited quite a while up there,” you shot back, giving him an easy smile.

“Yeah… Ms. Tracy always has a dozen stories to tell, I honestly don’t even remember what she called me down for in the first place. Anyway, no, I meant, when you came down. You suddenly just dropped my blazer off and went? I was hoping you’d be back in time to catch a part of the slow dance song but… no sign of you. So I went to look.”

“Ah, I just didn’t want to interrupt you and Shelly, if I’m honest,” you tried to say as casually as possible.

Steve frowned and pushed himself off the wall. He hung his blazer over the radiator and took a few steps towards you. You felt the heat radiating off his body and inhaled purposefully slowly to prevent yourself from gasping. He smelled really good, too.

“What’s the deal with you constantly mentioning me and Shelly as if there’s anything happening?” he asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“I mean… You were the one talking about destiny. I thought I would only be in the way.”

Steve snorted and shook his head.

“Oh come on, I just meant that I can’t escape my exes. I was just grateful it wasn’t someone that hated my guts,” he said with a soft chuckle, shaking his head once more.

“She sure doesn’t,” you mumbled dryly. Steve smirked and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Wait… are you jea—”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” you quipped, nervously and a little agitated. Steve’s smile only grew wider as he closed the distance between you two.

“Oh you are. Is that why you asked for a dance?” he asked as he gently took your hands in his, which you could only comply with, “you… like me, or something?”

“Or something. I think I could actually strangle you about right now…”

“Hm? Why’s that?” 

It wasn’t really a question.

“You look way too smug for your own good.”

Steve laughed and dropped one hand to your waist, shaking his head.

“Nah, I’m just relieved it’s mutual. I really thought you were pushing me in Shelly’s direction because I had misread everything and you wanted nothing to do with me. Like, I put my hand on your leg and you brought her up instantly!”

“I was panicking! I didn’t want to get my hopes up!”

In the background, “All I Want For Christmas Is You” started playing. Steve slowly started to nudge your hips, helping you sway along with him as he pulled you against him. His smile grew softer, his touch gentler, his eyes calmer, though still a little mischievous. He opened his mouth.

“I don’t want a lot of Christmas…”

“You’re not serious,” you whispered with a soft chuckle. Steve nodded vigorously, grinning again.

“There is just one thing I need…”

You just let it happen. You couldn’t stop him, you didn’t want to stop him. He looked so pretty, so cute, so handsome as he softly sang the words to you. It was more of a low, rumbled whisper. It was perfect.

“I don’t care about the presents… underneath the Christmas tree…”

His hand dropped from your waist so his other could turn you in a gentle spin, after which he deftly caught you in his arms, your back flush against his chest. You felt his heart beating fast, not at all as calm as he made himself seem.

“I just want you for my own… More than you could ever know…”

His hand came up to push your hair to one side as his lips gently brushed the exposed part of your neck. You shivered pleasantly, craning your neck as you rested your hand on top of his around your waist.

“Make my wish come true…”

His lips deliberately pressed soft kisses along your neck now, accompanied with pleasant hums that left him. He was driving you insane.

“Steve…”

Steve shook his head, needing to finish the bit.

“All I want for Christmas… is you…”

A kiss right below your ear.

“Can I, Y/N? Can I have you?”

You wanted to turn your head to look at him but he quickly rested his chin on your shoulder so his hair would shield most of his face from you.

“Steve, I—”

“Please reject me quickly if you’re gonna do it,” Steve muttered, his voice muffled. You wondered what was going on in his brain for him to think you’d let him kiss your neck like that if you weren’t the slightest bit interested. Had you not just confessed earlier? A chuckle escaped you.

“Don’t be silly. I’m just— confused, I guess? When did you… Is this, when?”

Steve sighed, making you turn around in his arms slowly so he could face you.

“We didn’t need chaperones at all, as you may have noticed. I just… the past few dates I’ve been on were such disasters, and I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while now but I felt like I would fuck it up with a date somehow? I don’t know. And then this came up… and I thought maybe I could show more of me, in a different setting? But then everyone and their mother interrupted me all the time and you encouraged it too so I thought all hope was lost until you let me kiss your neck I guess. Am I rambling? I am rambling. God I spent too much time with Robin and Eddie.”

“Steve,” you said softly, smiling up at him.

“Yeah?” His smile matched yours, hopeful, yet still unsure. Who knew that someone like Steve Harrington could be insecure? I mean, of course, it happens, but… it was a surreal sight to witness.

“You can have me.”

Steve’s grin had never been wider.

“Oh— Good. I’m gonna kiss you now.”

And true to his words, he cupped your cheek gently with his big, warm hand, and settled his soft lips onto yours for a sweet, Christmas kiss. Hell, you didn’t even need a mistletoe.

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Atonement - PART 2

PART 1 - PART 2

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Summary: After helping Gator to avoid the fate Munch had in store for him, it's Roy who claims his attention next. However, Gator is no longer so sure his dad is on the right side of things.

CW/Disclaimer: READ BEFORE YOU CONTINUE: This fic contains mentions of abuse, sexual abuse (without the use of the word, but it's obvious that's what it's about), and there are also two characters (Roy and Dot) almost involved in it happening again. Death, gun violence. Use of the word sissy (once) and derogatory period talk (one sentence). I believe that's all.

Author's note: Most of it is from Gator's perspective and truth be told you only play a small part in this one, but it's something I needed to get out of my system and I felt like it fit after the first part of "Atonement". I would love to hear your thoughts on this fic, please be respectful.

Words: 3724

Gator had escaped the punishment Munch had had in store for him, thanks to you. He had spent the night at your place, tending to the burn in your neck and neglecting his own until you forced him to let you look at it. To be honest, the sight scared you a little. It was bigger than you had anticipated and while you had no regrets about sticking your neck out for him (literally), it was still painful to know you’d be carrying this for the rest of your life. You briefly wondered how you’d explain this to people if they asked, but your thoughts came to a halt when Gator’s phone went off.

“It’s dad,” Gator sighed from his position behind you in bed. You hadn’t kissed since that moment next to the car. It didn’t feel right, not now. However as soon as you decided to go to bed, neither one of you wanted to leave a gap in between. Gator’s arm had slipped around your waist with careful hesitance until you laced your fingers through his. You’d just been talking softly, his warm breath tickling your neck was one of the many new things you experienced that night. He planted a soft kiss right behind your ear and moved away from you so he could sit up and answer his phone.

You turned around and wrapped your arm around his waist and just as easily his free hand came down to rest on top of it. While you couldn’t make out what Roy was saying, he sounded agitated. Gator followed up quickly with promises to be there as soon as he could and gave you an apologetic glance. You understood. You had seen how Roy could be.

Once Gator left, you did your best to try and catch some sleep. It was late after all. You’d just meet up with him in the morning.

-

Or so you thought. Gator wasn’t answering his cell and you knew him well enough to know that meant trouble. You worried about Munch coming back after all, although you didn’t think he would, but with Roy’s involvement nothing was out of bounds. Once the morning turned into noon, you decided to stop by his house. When you rang the doorbell, no one opened. You looked around for his car but it was nowhere to be found. None of the cars were around, in fact. Perhaps he went to the ranch? He had mentioned before he sometimes went out there to cool his head. Maybe he didn’t pick up the phone because he was avoiding his dad. You figured you could at least check.

-

“Where were you last night?”

“I was with Y/N.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Gator. Where were you really?”

“I was with her.”

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed him by the collar, knuckles pushing into the fresh wound on his neck as he pulled him backwards. He nearly caught his foot onto the stool in the corner of the shed’s entrance. Roy pulled his collar down, making it harder to breathe as it tightened on his throat.

“You think I wouldn’t notice?! You went after him, didn't you? Munch! This is his doing!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Gator could see Dot’s body bloody and bruised next to the bed. What the hell had Roy been doing in here? Was she still… alive? Dread filled his stomach as he thought back on his final words to her. She had been right, as much as he hated her being right in that moment, she was. He didn’t want Scotty to end up without a mom, like he had been. He just wanted to hurt Dot like she had hurt him, with hurtful slices carved into his chest word for word. Words which hit harder than a punch in the face.

Gator gave a yank on the front of his sweatshirt, hurting himself in the process as Roy’s blunt fingernails scratched along the wound when he pulled his hand away. He didn’t let it show apart from a subtle grimace.

“He was gonna do worse,” Gator admitted quietly. “He was scratching up my face and he was about to start on my eyes when—”

“Bet you begged him to stop like the sissy you are. Probably cried too, huh?! And then what? He agreed not to hurt your pretty saucers and instead fuck over the Tillman name by puttin’ his damn logo on you? You probably fuckin’ thanked him for it too, huh?!”

“No.”

“Then what—”

Roy didn’t finish his sentence. His eyes were focused on Dot’s small body stirring, a soft whimper leaving her as her drowsy state prevented her from keeping up her usual strong front. With a couple big steps he stopped in front of her and yanked her back up the bed by her hair. Gator watched quietly, as Dot’s words rang in his ears again.

“You're the fifth boy in a long line of first-born Roys. Your name's supposed to be Roy. But your dad said he took one look at you in the hospital— this pale, puny lizard— and he knew you'd be a loser for life. Said he'd rather have his name die out than have you carry it. Ask him.”

He had in fact wondered about it quite often. Especially since his demeanor had always been different towards him. He’d treat the friends he used to have with more respect than him. Talked about how they came from respectable families like theirs, how they didn’t leave a stain on the family name like he did. As if the accident had been his fault. As if he hadn’t been this close to getting out of this town and playing for the big leagues. He had decided if anything, he wanted to be like his dad. If he couldn’t become a professional quarterback, he’d make his dad proud as his right hand man. However, lately he wasn’t so sure what that meant.

It had always been a given that his father’s rules were the law. They were the law. It’s what he always said, it’s what Gator had copied from a young age. He did everything his father did. Went out of his way to comment on people on TV because he hoped his dad would agree, or laugh, or at the very least acknowledged him with a nod. He managed it once, so he chased that feeling every time. It never happened again though. Nowadays he didn’t even know why he said half the things he said. Not since you pointed out that sometimes he said things that really made zero sense and were frankly quite mean. Whenever he’d slip up you’d ask him why. Why did he say things like that? He never had an answer. Not really.

And now this. His dad being so obsessed with Nadine, or Dot, he should say. His wife. Second wife. Depending how you looked at it. Dorothy, who had a nice little family of her own, something that seemed genuine. At least it had been, in the pictures. He remembered Wayne’s dopey smile most of all. So different from his dad. And she seemed happier too, in those pictures. He couldn’t blame her. Not in the same way he had done when he was younger. Blamed her for leaving him with his dad after promising she never would. She wouldn’t leave him behind. She wouldn’t do the same thing his mom did. 

He knew better now that his mom hadn’t been left much of a choice. Something Dot had. But looking at her on the bed like that right now, he understood why she had had to break that promise. Soon after she left, he became a man. Not necessarily in the sense of adulthood, but in the way he no longer cried when his father gave him a beating because he no longer had a wife to lay his hands on. It had toughened him up, and had formed an invisible shield against his dad. A very fragile one at that, but it was somewhat easier to shake off now. That didn’t mean he still wanted to prove himself worthy. Worthy of his recognition, worthy of his love. Although, despite seeing that he could be sweet with the twins, Gator no longer believed Roy Tillman was capable of loving anyone. Maybe he loved himself and the Lord who he used to justify his actions. It felt like he had been chasing the unattainable for years, from a man who probably never wanted him in the first place. He had become so good at ignoring the telltale signs until you started asking him the right questions. The ones that made it unable to avoid being faced with the truth of it all. 

Dot was visibly shaking, Gator noticed. Her big eyes flicking back and forth from Roy to Gator. To Roy with fear, to Gator with a silent plea. Roy was talking again, to Dot this time. Words exposing his true nature, similar to the ones Gator had heard him say to his mom all those years ago. He just didn’t understand what he wanted with Dot. He had Karen, right? So why did he have to have Dot too? What was the fun in having someone who didn’t want to have you in return?

Gator watched as Roy circled around the bed like it held his prey, like he was the hunter and he had caught the defenseless rabbit that he wanted to devour piece by piece. Rip apart. Destroy. He felt a little nauseous. Suddenly, Roy pulled her back up, positioned her in the space between him and Gator. Yanked up her dress, pulled on her hair next when Dot begged him to stop. Hit her face when she screamed.

Ask him.

Roy gave him a dirty glance as he started to unbuckle his belt. “Nothing new, eh? Like the good old times,” he said matter-of-factly. Gator took a step forward without realizing it until Roy gave him a warning look.

“Dad, what are you—”

“She’s gonna give me what she should’ve given me ten years ago. We’re gonna keep going until she does.”

“What’s that?”

“A son.”

“You have one— me. You have me.”

Roy laughed shortly and shook his head.

“Right.”

Ask him.

There wasn’t anything funny about what he had said, Gator thought. He was his son. What good would it do to have another now? Why would he need another?

“And you’ve got the twins,” Gator added, his voice quieter than he wished it was.

“They’re females.”

“Well, I’m not.”

Another one of those laughs. Like Gator was being funny. When Roy didn’t say anything else, it became harder to focus on the conversation. The one that wasn’t even really happening. Instead, the sound of Roy’s pants dropping felt unbearably close to his ears, as did the sound of Dot’s tights being ripped. He hadn’t realized he had long since dropped his gaze when it suddenly went back up at the noise. Roy smirked at him.

“Always liked to watch, didn’t ya?”

Gator made a face and wordlessly shook his head. He hated every second of it, every time it happened. Every time he had been forced to watch. Every time he was “taught” how to take a woman, a female, and claim her. He had tried it, once. When his friends had made fun of him for never even as much as kissing a girl. Had taken a pretty girl up to his room one time and started to make out with her but the second his hand rested on her chest, she froze. Had looked around the room for a way out and had given him a fearful glance. One that he had seen on Dot’s face too many times. He didn’t know what had given that girl the idea that he was going to do something to her she didn’t want, maybe it was the fact that he was a Tillman and Tillmans took what they wanted. He was never like that. He couldn’t. He couldn’t stop it, but he couldn’t do it himself either. Gator hadn’t been with a girl since, not until you. Not until last night. To his horror, his mind filled him with images of you in a similar scenario. What if it happened to you? Would he still do nothing? Would he still watch it happen?

Ask him.

“Why’d you name me Gator?”

Roy stilled his hands on Dot’s hips, shook his head and gave him an annoyed glare. When he didn’t answer him, Gator insisted.

“Everyone’s called Roy. You, grandpa, his dad, but not me. Why?”

He wasn’t even sure why he wanted to know now. Maybe it was a distraction, maybe he had just reached his limit. All he knew was that he needed to know. Now. And Roy wasn’t answering him. Instead, he was fighting with Dot who tried to kick at him, tried to wriggle her wrists free from his grasp. Screamed at both Roy and Gator. To whoever might be in reach to listen.

“WHY’D YOU CALL ME GATOR, DAD?”

“WILL YOU SHUT UP ALREADY?”

“Tell me, dad,” Gator repeated, his voice breaking as he felt the venom attached to the last word. The meaning that word held wasn’t supposed to be feeling so nauseating, was it? It shouldn’t fill him with dread, fear, anger… disgust. He punched the wall, grabbing Roy’s attention.

“TELL ME!”

Roy sighed, shook his head again with that sick little smile of his. Pulled Dot’s hair back so hard Gator could see the strain of it on her forehead.

“You wanna know why? I’ll tell you why. Because I knew, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew something was wrong. That God had given me a punishment in the form of a useless baby boy that would never amount to anything in his life. I knew you would be the burden you've proven to be, growing like a leech on my back at every hour, messing up the simplest of tasks, getting in the way,” he seethed through his teeth, followed by a grin that told Gator he had been waiting for this day. Delighted to tell his loser of a son why he hated him. Dot struggled some more, her ragged breaths loud in the silence as Roy took a moment to let the words sink in. Gator forced his fists to relax, rested his palm against the holster that carried his gun.

“Naming you Roy would turn the family into a disgrace. Having someone like you carry the name Roy Tillman would have turned us all into a joke. That's why, Gator. Now stop acting like a bitch on her period and do SOMETHING USEFUL! Hold her down, make her stop being so goddamn difficult. That’s the thing with females, they always pretend they don’t want it but they’re always drippin’ when I’m done with them. You love it, Nadine. I’ll remind you what a real man feels like.”

Gator approached, one slow step after the other, the short distance suddenly seemed endless. A ringing became louder and louder in his ear, hand slowly taking hold of his gun as he focused on Roy’s face.

“What are you grabbing your goddamn gun for you idi—”

His breathing was ragged as he lifted his gun towards Roy’s head, the first bullet forcing itself straight through his cheek. Truth be told, Gator never used his gun often enough to have become a great shot just yet. The next one hits the hand that’s reaching for the gun, an action delayed due to his own surprise, his own lack of caution. Roy Tillman truly believed he was invincible. Trusted that Gator, a loser so far from himself that he could have been adopted, would never find the balls to go against him. Even in his last seconds, he truly believed that Gator would never be the one to shoot a bullet through his head. But he did.

Dot barely caught herself as Roy’s grip on her loosened and rolled to the side, tear struck eyes fixed on Gator, whose gaze followed Roy’s as he fell backwards, hand slowly slipping off his gun as his head hit the floor with a loud thud. She watched as Gator dropped his hand slightly, saw his bottom lip tremble as he brought it to his own temple. Just as he closed his eyes, his finger tightening on the trigger, Dot launched at him and snatched the gun out of his hand.

“Gator, no!”

Gator toppled backwards and landed right on his ass, Dot half on top of him. They’d been lucky the chain was no longer attached to the floor.

“Why not, huh?” Gator laughed coldly, his body was shaking uncontrollably as he wiped the sweat gathering on his forehead. “You heard him, I’m a fuck up waiting to happen. I’m a— I’m a loser, a waste—”

Dot scrambled off of him, kneeled at his side and grabbed his face between her small hands, making him look at him with a gentle nudge.

“No you’re not. You know why he could sense you were different from him right from the start? Because you’re good, Gator. You are good.” 

Gator shook his head, tears falling as his lip trembled more. He cursed himself for crying, he wasn’t the one who should be crying. He wasn’t the one who almost got…

“Gator, look at me.”

Dot was crying too and yet she focused on wiping his tears away. She used to do that when they were younger too. When it was them against Roy, for some time, when they understood each other. She looked over her shoulder at Roy, now resting in a pool of his own blood, and turned back to his son.

“We should go.”

Gator nodded, helped her out of the chain and was quick to put an arm around her shoulder when he noticed she wasn’t too steady on her feet. They made their way back to the house quietly. Just as Dot pointed at the nearest car, Gator stopped in his tracks.

“Y/N?” he shouted over the distance.

There you were, a little ahead of your car which you had gotten out of the moment you heard gunshots.

“Gator! Are you okay?!”

A quick glance to the woman he was holding quickly confirmed that it was Dorothy. He had mentioned her before, briefly. You knew what she looked like because you recognized her from a photo Gator had in his room of her and him when they were younger, hidden in one of his drawers. It was a secret, even from Roy.

“Who’s she?” Dot asked in a whisper, hand tightening around his waist as she already looked around for a way to get out. You didn’t look like a threat, but then again, Dot knew better than to trust things at first glance.

 “She’s my… friend,” he finished softly, only loud enough for Dot to hear.

“Friend, huh?” Dot asked with a gentle smile, her grip loosening. “Go to her, but make it quick, we gotta go.”

Gator didn’t think he could blush under these circumstances, but he did.

-

As Gator approached, you noticed he looked like he had seen a ghost. You scanned him for blood but couldn’t find any except for some faint stains on his shirt. Dorothy looked way worse. Wasn’t he supposed to be with Roy?

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice wavering.

“Where have you been? I was so worried!” You wrapped him in a tight hug, relieved to be holding him again. Gator sunk into your embrace, the safety of it awakening an overwhelming need for it as he buried his face in your neck.

“I’ll explain,” Gator mumbled, “but we gotta go.”

“Go where?”

“I don’t— I don’t know. Can we take your car?”

“Yeah, we can, Gator, do we need to call someone? The police?”

Gator shook his head almost feverishly.

“No police, nothing, please.”

“Okay. Okay, let’s go.”

Dot had caught up by now and followed you both to your car. She sat in the back, Gator next to you.

“Would… my house be okay?” you offered timidly. You glanced at Dot’s appearance. “I’ll have some spare clothes that’ll fit you, Dorothy. You can shower too, if you want.”

“That would be nice, thank you,” Dot responded with a grateful smile.

-

Once you had led Dot into the shower with some fresh clothes, you went back downstairs to find Gator sitting on your sofa. He hadn’t heard you come down, nor did he notice when you sat next to him. He was trembling, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“Gator.”

Your voice startled him and a soft gasp left him as he turned to face you.

“Hey there,” The smile you gave him was sweet. He swallowed thickly and nodded shakily, acknowledging you. He tried to answer your smile but his lips trembled so much it immediately looked so painful that you pulled him into an immediate hug.

“I did something bad, Y/N,” Gator whispered as he slumped against you. “I-I killed him, I killed my dad. He was gonna hurt Dorothy I— I couldn’t— c-couldn’t watch.”

“You did what you had to do,” you said softly, not letting him feel the shock you felt upon hearing his words. You hugged him under his vest, the tough exterior replaced by the softness of his sides. “You’re nothing like him.”

“So I’ve been told,” Gator added humorlessly.

“It’s a good thing, Gator.”

“Yeah…”

You cupped his cheeks and he slowly turned his eyes down to look at you.

“You’ll be okay. We will be okay, Gator,” you assured him. Gator blinked some tears away, hand lifting up to wipe the annoying fuckers away when you did it for him with gentleness. Aside from Dot, you were the only one who had ever been gentle with him. But Dot…

“You won’t leave?”

Gator sighed as you shook your head, releasing a breath he didn’t remember holding. His hold on your hips was tight. Not painful, rather carrying a desperation of holding on to you.

“I’m here. I will be here. Right by your side. Always.”

“Promise me?”

You sealed the promise with a kiss.

“I promise.”

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Atonement - PART 1

PART 1 - PART 2

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Summary: Munch has taken Gator captive to let him atone for his sins, you try to convince him not to by any means necessary

CW/Disclaimer: Violence (maiming), contains 'spoilers'

Author's note: Spoilers ahead, in a way. It's based on early on previews we have had, as well as the latest preview for episode 9. I had a fix-it urge before the fix-it event has even occurred.

Words: 2016

Screams echoed across the empty land, making you quicken your step. It didn’t surprise you that it had come this far, not in the slightest. You had told him to stay as far away from him as he could, but he decided to be cocky. Which… in some way, you understood. His thing with Munch was the only part of his life he currently felt in control of, or desperately wanted to be in control of. The man who was supposed to be dead by his gun had instead broken his arm, kicked him in the balls and left him hunched over like a loser vomiting in the grass for his dad to find. That wasn’t a pretty sight, for neither of them. Or you, for that matter. 

Because despite the stupidly disgusting things that left his mouth on occasion, you cared for him. Why? Maybe because you knew where it came from. With a father like that, being fed his atrocious beliefs all his life and hardly being met with any opposition, it was probably harder to reflect on your own actions even if you should. Maybe because when you told him off he actually started to look remorseful. Maybe because, under all that douchebag behavior, you knew there was more to him. He had shown you on rare occasions when he let his guard down. Not on purpose, that’s for sure. But he had.

As for you, you knew Munch. Sort of. A long time ago, he had taken up one of the rooms above the bar. You had been scared of him, especially since he only showed up when he knew you were the only one behind the bar. The other patrons paid him no mind, but you did. How could you not? He only used the room to sleep. He’d come in late and be gone by the time you opened up the next day. You thought maybe he was homeless and you didn’t have the heart to tell your boss, the owner of the bar, that you had a freeloading guest. The rooms were barely used as it was, so you assumed it wouldn’t hurt. One night, a guest had been particularly difficult for you and at one point things had seemed to get out of hand and suddenly there had been Munch, snapping his neck like a twig and dragging him out of the bar without a word. That was the last time you’d seen him.

So when Gator mentioned his name, you had mixed feelings. You worried for Gator, knowing you wouldn’t want to be on Munch’s bad side. You were also, in some way, glad that Munch was okay. However after hearing that Munch broke Gator’s arm, you weren’t so sure if you should. Gator loved boasting about his achievements, was very quiet about his failures. He was all too giddy to tell you that he placed a tracker under Munch’s car and despite the many times you tried to talk him out of it, he had gone. He went, killed Munch and accidentally killed an old lady who decided to attack him with a bag of oranges for some reason.

Little did he know that the old lady and Munch had had a similar silent agreement as you had with Munch in the past. And little did he know that he’d simply shot through the head of a corpse that Munch had killed off earlier, rather than the man himself. Of course, it hadn’t been hard for him to figure out that Gator was behind it. Neither was it hard for him to decide he must be punished.

You had known something was up when Gator didn’t answer his cell. He never missed your calls, or he’d call back immediately. Something was up. When you finally found his car on the side of the road, the screams from afar gave you all you needed to find him. Munch hadn’t bothered to lock the shed, he even didn’t look up from Gator’s fear struck face when you stomped inside.

“Munch, let him go, please.”

Slowly, he turned his head to face you, but not before slicing a thick line through Gator’s cheek with the dull knife in his hand. He screamed.

“The boy has to pay for his sins,” Munch said, in that same, dull tone he always used. Smiled weakly as he turned back to face Gator, who tried to blink the blood away as it ran into his eye.

“It was an accident,” you tried, ignoring the fact that Gator had very much tried to kill the man. This was about the old lady after all.

“Foolish girl should not say foolish things.”

“Please, I can teach him to be better, he can learn—”

“A boy must learn to listen to what is not being said.”

With that said, Munch moved the knife closer to one of Gator’s eyes, who whimpered shakily, softly pleading, begging him not to.

“He does not need to see, as the cruels of this world fuel the ill part of his existence.”

“I need— I need my eyes, please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt her. I-I-I’m sorry I tried to kill you! I only wanted for my dad, for Roy to be proud. To see me.”

Munch laughed in the creepiest sense of the word.

“To want the devil himself to be proud of one is to sin with the deepest desire for ruin.”

“I’m good— P-Please, I can be good, I promise! Please Y/N, tell him! Tell him!”

You placed a hesitant hand on Munch’s shoulder, letting go of a shaky breath as you crouched down.

“Please don’t hurt him. Can’t you see? He’s hurting enough from the turmoil inside. It’s Roy who you should go after, he’s the real monster. Gator is only… the product of it. He’s not beyond repair, Roy is. Please, Munch.”

Munch looked up again, considering your words. He got up and rummaged around in his bag, giving you a chance to really look at Gator. He was tied up, both hands and feet and even had a rope around his neck keeping him down. Tears had found their way down across all sides of his face, many streaks mixed with blood of his own. Munch had taken his time making tiny cuts all over his face. You didn’t dare touch him, in fear of Munch getting the wrong idea and ruining whatever small chance you had to save him. Gator’s lower lip trembled and you forced yourself to look at him, trying to convey without words that you’d do anything to get him out of there. You had already been looking around for anything to use as a weapon other than the pocket knife you carried. When Munch sat back on the low stool, he presented you with a square piece of iron attached to a stick. On top of the squared piece was a symbol that you only recognized from the back of Munch’s neck. You had no idea what it meant, or why he was showing it to you, but it could hardly mean anything good.

“Balance is a means used to eradicate evil and maintain the good. The girl is good, the boy is not. The burden of balance must be shared, if the girl wishes for the boy’s release.”

Gator and you watched as munch stuck the iron into the fire, heating it up. Finally realizing what he was saying, Gator turned his head to you and shook his head.

“No, Y/N, don’t. You can’t!”

“I can’t let him take your eyes either,” you said softly, the tremble in your voice betraying your fear. Gator continued to plead, to whom he wasn’t sure. You on the other hand, turned around and bared your neck.

The searing hot metal made you nearly lose your vision as you screamed out from the pain and it was only for Munch holding you up that you didn’t collapse. With uncharacteristic gentleness, he placed a cloth on top and helped you hoist up your clothes again. Gator was next. He didn’t try to fight back as Munch released him, not after you endured this for him, turned around wordlessly so Munch could do the same to him. His hand sought yours behind him and he clutched it tightly as soon as Munch moved away. Neither of you dared to move as Munch gathered his things. Not another word was spoken until Munch left the shed, and another ten minutes passed before Gator turned around to face you.

Guilt was etched deeply into his frown, the blood only deepening the gentle wrinkles on his forehead. Then, he quietly got up, helped you up and held the door of the shed open for you so you could leave. You both didn’t have to wonder whether Munch was gone. He only stayed somewhere with purpose, not just to wander about. It was done, so he was gone. Just as you arrived at the car, Gator turned to face you.

“Why?”

The silence stuck around for a while.

“Because I can’t see you get hurt. You’re hurting enough.”

Gator sighed shakily, his trembling hands trying to find the vape that had long since been discarded somewhere during the wrestle he and Munch had had.

“That’s not for you to fix.”

“I know.”

You didn’t care.

“Roy would have just let me suffer. Would think I’d deserve it too for being such a failure.”

“I know.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You do.”

Gator shook his head.

“No, Y/N, I really, really don’t.”

“I love you,” you whispered. It came as a surprise to you as well. You were his friend, you had always been just his friend and while you had considered the option sometimes, you never thought you’d actually act on it. You weren’t sure if you should regret it now, seeing the astonished look on Gator’s face.

Gator realized in the back of his mind that he had never, not once, been told these words. By no one. He didn’t think he’d ever hear them, nevertheless so sincerely, warm and loving. He closed the distance between you two so quickly that you gasped. His arms curled around you, though they never touched. His exhale was shaky and so were his hands when they carefully wrapped around your waist. He flinched as he felt your hands rest on some of the cuts Munch had made on his back earlier, but didn’t care enough about the pain to stop you from hugging him back.

“I’m sorry,” Gator whispered. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’m—”

“Shh, it’s okay,” you whispered back as you felt his fingers dig into you all the way through your jacket.

“It’s not, it’s not okay. I— you’re— maimed for life, because of me.”

“I chose to do that.”

“I don’t—”

“You do deserve me.”

Somewhere between his apologies, he started crying. Clutching at your jacket like his life depended on it and heaving into your neck. You cried too, but from relief. Munch had allowed your compromise to give Gator a second chance, and it was worth it. You’d do anything for him.

Gator leaned back finally, to look at you, his savior. His friend. The friend who said she loved him, whatever that meant. Stared at you longer, realized he needed to know. If all went to hell, it might as well go to hell today.

Rough hands, dirtied up with dried blood took the gentlest hold of your face before chapped lips brushed against yours, waiting. Yours moved against his, the softness of your tongue soothing his own. You tasted his blood but by no means would it stop you from kissing him, his body pressing yours against the side of his car, his gentle hand covering the back of your neck to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally hurt you.

I love you too.

It wasn’t said with words, but in a world where words were limited, sometimes actions were more than enough.

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Hey I just read none of your business with Gator Tillman and that was so good and I was wondering if you could maybe do a part 2 of where he comes back again and they do the same thing again but this time he gets to return the favor and touch her chest and maybe asks her out on a proper date 🤍

Woops, I'm too forgetful sometimes and forgot your message was sitting in my inbox still! You may be happy to know that part 2 is out :)

Spoiler: Some things you mentioned happened and others didn't! Hope you like it regardless <3

#answered

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None of your business | PART 2

PART 1 - PART 2

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Summary: It's one week later and Gator returns for more

CW/Disclaimer: Smut, handjob, oral (f and m)

Author's note: A few people wanted to see a part 2, so here it is! I have something sitting in my askbox still that I'll try to write for next, so don't expect a part 3 anytime soon (or ever really, if I'm being honest)

Words: 3694

Next Saturday came around and you found yourself paying more attention to the door than you usually would. Despite being the one doing the favor, you had enjoyed your little late night escapades with Gator more than you’d like to admit. In fact, it had given you your own release thinking back on it every night since. The thought of rocking his world to the point that he was more focused on wanting to kiss you rather than getting his own jizz out of his face was also hard to forget.

However, there was no Gator. You wondered if maybe he was too busy, duty calls and such, whatever that meant as Roy Tillman’s son. Maybe he had found the confidence to ask someone else now that he had a sliver of experience. You didn’t know why that annoyed you so much. Brutal Bob was the last to stick around that night. Normally he would have gone by now. He hadn’t asked for a refill in a bit and if he wasn’t still obviously breathing and looking alright you would have taken his temperature just to make sure. There was an amused expression on his face, which widened when you met him with a confused glance of your own.

“What are you so smiley about Mr Bob?” you asked with a chuckle. “I keep seeing that sneaky smirk of yours!”

Brutal Bob laughed, which sounded more like a cough and something gurgling in his throat.

“What’s it with you and Tillman’s boy, sweetie?”

“Tillman’s boy? What do you mean?” 

You were genuinely curious, considering nothing had really been going on when Brutal Bob had been around.

“He’s been “sneakily” looking through the windows every ten minutes or so. You got a date or summit?”

Immediately, your head turned to the nearest window where sure enough, you could see just about the edge of a cap peaking from below. Did he just hide himself from you?

“Oh, I don’t know Bob, I think the likes of them fancy a proper girl. They’re not gonna find that one with me,” you said with a shrug. Brutal Bob shook his head with a smile and you got the feeling that he was smarter than he let on.

“Alright dearie, I will call it a night so you can go to bed as well. If it’s your bed you’re sleepin’ in t’night.”

“Bob! Stop it,” you chuckled as he threw you the fattest, most exaggerated wink as he got up from the barstool. “Mind your business old man.”

“Alright alright. Just nee responsible like I am!”

With one of his bouldering laughs (and coughs) he left the bar. If you weren’t mistaken, he announced his departure loudly once he was outside. It took about another five minutes for Gator to come in. With… flowers? Which he had clearly plucked out of someone’s garden. Interesting.

“I thought he’d never—” Gator coughed, “I mean, the lights were still on when I happened to drive by so I thought I’d come in and say hi.”

“A very spontaneous decision I’m sure,” you said with an amused smile and a pointed glance to the flowers in his hand. He followed your gaze and tightened his grip around the makeshift bouquet of daffodils.

“Just thought this dim bar could use some color,” he mumbled, avoiding your eyes.

“You think they’ll survive in this dim bar?” you asked curiously, wanting to see his response to your teasing.

“Just take the damn flowers, woman,” he grumbled, holding them out for you to take. “I need to take a piss.”

“Thank you for the flowers, man,” you called after him as he disappeared towards the bathroom as soon as you accepted the flowers. With a chuckle, you grabbed a vase to put some water in, giving them the spot on the bar that would get the most daylight. Daffodils usually didn’t last that long. When he came back, he glanced over at the vase and then his eyes flicked over to you to watch you warily.

“So?”

“They’re lovely, thank you. Who knew you could be cute when you wanted to,” you said with a subtle smile teasing your lips. Gator groaned. He wasn’t mad, just “annoyed”. Quotation marks were in order.

“Shut up, remember who you’re talking to. I’m not cute.”

“I think giving a woman flowers after getting a surprise first timer handjob is pretty cute.”

“Isn’t it like, the bare minimum for first date shit? What’s cute about the bare minimum?”

It sounded like he genuinely wanted to know. You decided not to tell him that the fact he had been waiting outside for the perfect moment to step in was cute too.

“Sometimes I think things people do are cute when you don’t expect it from that particular person. I expected you to… I don’t know. I actually expected you to not come in at all, at some point,” you told him honestly. Gator frowned and stepped behind the bar, finding his comfort in your close proximity again.

“Why didn’t you?” he asked, again, genuinely confused. You took a step towards him as well, waiting for him to back away except, he didn’t.

“Well… thought you’d find it elsewhere than the last resort now that the awkwardness of the first time has passed.”

You had no idea why you were being this honest with him. Maybe it was because he was looking at you with an openness you hadn’t seen before. He was still frowning, but it was easy to see through the tough exterior.

“I don’t see why I’d search for someone else when I already got myself a woman right here,” Gator mumbled. “Besides, I don’t know everything yet. You said I wouldn’t be able to get you off so why would I bother with someone else? I want you to tell me what to do. So I can…”

Find someone more suitable and prettier for my needs, you finished off in your head. When he seemed to hesitate, you promoted him to answer. You just wanted him to confirm it for your own sake.

“So you can…?”

 A blush spread on his cheeks but his eyes flared with annoyance. One step closer and he towered over you. It shouldn’t make your heart beat this fast to see his gaze drop to your lips.

“Just— shut up! Shut up and let me… do the… do it back.”

“Do what back?”

“Finger you.”

He gave you a challenging look as if to say, yeah I’m using big boy words and so what? You couldn’t help but laugh and felt a little guilty when the confidence drained from his face.

“What?!”

“Nothing.”

“Spit it out, woman.”

“Ah, if only it was said with a little less disdain, I might have considered complying...”

“Do you want me to finger you or not?” he asked impatiently. From the way he was fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket, you figured he was the one really wanting to do the deed. Return the favor, if you will.

“Well jeez I’m gushing down there from this sensual foreplay, oh my,” you mumbled sarcastically. “You’re not gonna get me wet with just your fingers, you gotta put some work into it, get me in the mood.”

“Females are such a handful…”

“Women just require a more complicated manual. Men are embarrassingly easy honestly.”

“Men are not embarrassing!” Gator protested.

“Right, tell that to the string of jizz nearly hitting your eye out of eagerness last week, hm?”

Gator grabbed you roughly by the shoulders and pushed you against the wall right next to all the expensive liquor. The bottles rattled faintly as you gasped in a breath.

“I’m fucking done. Never mind this- this bullshit—”

You grabbed his hands from your shoulders and put them on your waist instead. Confusion mixed with anger, though it was more so exasperation, etched into his face. You felt his fingers flex just lightly under yours.

“Come on. Touch. Show that you care about her. Show her that it matters to you how she feels too.”

It kind of sucked, removing yourself from the narrative despite being the most prominent factor there alongside him. However, since he clearly had plans to learn and move on, you didn’t want to let your mind linger too much on what could have been. After a moment, you let go of his hands when you felt he wanted to let them wander on his own. Whichever words he had left for you died on his tongue when you let go of a soft, content sigh. His hands were big and frankly it had been a while since someone touched you with such tenderness. Gator watched your face like a hawk, focused on every reaction his wandering hands caused. As his thumbs brushed the underside of your boobs, his lips parted to run his tongue along them. Your eyes shifted towards his and you were surprised to meet his gaze, a softer one this time.

“Can I touch your tits?”

There was nothing that had prepared you for Gator Tillman asking for permission rather than just taking it. You wondered why that was. As far as you knew, the Tillmans never asked for anything. They took. Normally you probably would have giggled at the way the words left his mouth, but right now you only found yourself nodding. Gator’s hands didn’t waste a second to cup them fully, squeezing them over and over as if they were the first pair of boobs he ever laid his hands on. It probably was. Soft curse words rolled over his lips in quick succession, his eyes full of lust as they trained themselves on the view his hands created. He seemed to drown in the feeling, the freedom to give into his urges. You gently cleared your throat and his eyes immediately flicked up.

“Bad?”

“No, it’s- it’s alright.” It was better than alright. “Was just wondering if you were still with us,” you finished with a soft smile. Gator rolled his eyes and moved his hands back down to your waist, pulling it against his own.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” he mumbled and with the pressure you felt straining in his pants you wondered if he made a subtle innuendo there. You nodded and he moved away until your hands grabbed his waist to keep him there.

“This part can be good too,” you told him gently, emphasizing what you meant by a roll of your hips. His breath stuttered and he bucked his hips against you, forehead coming down to rest against your own.

“T-That’s uh— But, for you too?” He struggled to make coherent sentences. You looked down at your skirt, considering. While you weren’t much of a skirt wearer, you had to admit that you had pulled on this stretchy short pencil skirt with Gator in mind. It would just be easier to move things out of the way, wouldn’t it?

“Less clothes in the way helps,” you mused softly, as you hitched up your pencil skirt until it rested on your waist, black tights and matching black panties on display in the dim light of the bar. Gator’s hands immediately came down to grasp the curve of your hips, his fingers digging deeply into the soft skin.

“Fuck… you’re…”

For some reason, he stopped himself and instead fumbled with his own pants until he could push them down to his knees. You didn’t have to tell him to slot his leg between your thighs as his natural instinct took over. His forehead came to rest against yours again as he rolled his hips deliciously against yours. An easy moan left him as soon as he found a rhythm, his hands holding your hips hard enough to bruise. You flung your arms around his neck and glanced over his shoulder towards one of the windows, realizing you never shut the blinds.

“You know… any passerby could see us right now,” you whispered into his ear. His breath was picking up as he rolled his hips quicker and a shaky moan left him at your words.

“Fuck, you can’t just say that shit!” You could tell he tried to sound annoyed rather than horny, though he failed miserably at it. Your smile rested against his cheek.

“Oh, you like that, hm?”

He mumbled something incoherent.

“Shut up.”

Oh. Hm.

“Make me.”

For a moment, Gator stopped moving, as if his brain couldn’t keep up with both your conversation and the actions of his hips. Then, his gaze snapped up, his face already so close to yours.

“Say that again,” he ordered, even though his expression was more hopeful than demanding. You nodded, a smile teasing your lips.

“Make. Me.”

Gator crashed his lips against yours and moved them eagerly yet so clueless, while his hips failed to maintain their rhythm now that he was occupied with kissing you. It was a little sloppy, but he happened to use just the right amount of tongue and for some reason it was working for you. You needed to gasp for breath and right in that moment, you felt his grip on your right hip loosen as his hand wandered down and slipped below your tights. Normally, you’d tell him that a little teasing above the fabric could be very enticing as well, but right now you honestly really just wanted to feel his calloused fingers against your skin. He clumsily found his way down and immediately started rubbing you way off your clit which you couldn’t really fault him for. Some men still couldn’t find the clit after several encounters.

His impatient kisses faltered a little when you wrapped your hand around his own, probably fearing he’d done something wrong. To assure him he had nothing to worry about, you kissed him again and adjusted his fingers to where you needed them. Hesitantly he continued to move them once your hand slipped out again and when it was rewarded with a soft moan against his lips, he rubbed your clit a little faster.

“Good?” he sighed against your lips, not giving you the time to answer with words as he stuck his tongue inside your mouth again. You hummed in approval and moved your legs apart a bit more to give him better access. Apparently he noticed, because his free hand wandered down your hip to hoist it up, his hand easily holding it there.

“Oh, Gator—”

“Yeah?” You felt him smile against your lips and his next words sounded a little cocky. “You like that, huh? Like it when I play with you baby?”

Very cocky, actually, all things considered. But god it was working for you. He teased your entrance with newfound confidence and after feeling around your wetness he was quick to add a second before he actually started thrusting his fingers into your cunt in quick succession. His palm happened to make just the right contact with your clit, which you considered beginner’s luck on his end. On your end, it was pure bliss. Your hips bucked into his hand and a low chuckle left his lips.

“Not so talkative now, eh? Jesus you’re wet down there. It’s like— you’re just so wet for me. Because of me.”

His stupid words and his quick finger work were what pushed you over the edge not much later. It wasn’t the best orgasm you ever had, but you certainly weren’t complaining either. A little out of breath, Gator reached for your face after gently letting your leg back down.

“I think I’m a natural, huh?” he mumbled with a cocky grin, “can fucking smell you.”

And just like that, he brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled. Without removing his gaze from you he experimentally gave his finger a lick, followed by a groan.

“Fuck…”

One moment he was in front of you and the next he was down on his knees, pulling your tights and panties down and pushing your legs apart before hoisting one over his shoulder. His nose tickled you as he accidentally leaned in too close, though he made quick work of letting his lips follow the same trail, and then his tongue.

Eagerly, he started to lap up your juices in eager licks from your dripping cunt all the way up to your clit. You had never been eaten out this hungrily, noisily. His spit mixed with your juices was running down your thighs as he grunted into you, licking and sucking everywhere until it was all cleaned up. You were almost on your way to your second orgasm when he suddenly stopped and you realized you had been moaning and grabbing onto his hair desperately. You wanted to wipe the smug expression off his face but instead all that came out was: 

“Please.”

His chuckle vibrated against your clit right before he took it between his lips and sucked. His fingers found your cunt again and it was easy to forget that this man was a virgin a week ago. His fingers could use some work but holy shit his mouth was heaven sent. He moaned with you when you grabbed onto his hair tighter and rode yourself to your orgasm on his tongue. When you glanced down at a particular desperate moan from his lips, you noticed he was jerking himself off.

“Don’t come,” you warned, trying to sound stern purely because you wanted to listen to his protests. When his hand didn’t slow down, you nudged his balls with the toe of your shoe.

“Don’t.”

Sure enough, his hand slowed and his mouth worked faster. You were certain you nearly pulled out his hair with the force you held it with but he didn’t seem to mind. Once again you couldn’t help but look down and to your surprise he was watching you as your hips moved over his tongue. That intense gaze was all you needed to get there a second time.

Gator immediately went for cleaning you up with his tongue again but you pulled him back by his hair this time and made him get up so you could drop to your knees instead.

“Oh…” 

He watched your hand as you wrapped it around his base and bit his lip hard enough to bleed when you rested your tongue under the head of his throbbing cock. His hair was a mess thanks to you and together with the rosy cheeks, he had never looked cuter (and hornier). He frowned a little when you grabbed his hand and guided it to the back of your head where you helped him grab onto the makeshift ponytail. Quickly catching on after that, you watched as his pupils blew wide into lust and his hand tightened around your hair as he started to move his hips. Slowly at first, and you assumed he did that so he wouldn’t blow his load in two seconds, then faster, and faster, and sure enough in under a minute, he was done. His hips stuttered as weak, high pitched, dragged out moans left him while he enjoyed the warmth of your mouth. He kept you there for a moment, nose buried in his pubes, looking up at him as you swallowed around his head.

“God, fucking look at you…” he mumbled. “Wanna keep you there forever.”

Yet, he pulled back and pulled you back up. His lips ghosted yours with a temporary hesitance before he kissed you softly. There was no rush this time when he tenderly explored your mouth, his hands resting on your hips.

It surprised you when he pulled your skirt back down before he pulled his boxers up and the smile he had was calmer than any you had seen before.

“Can’t have people get a look at you,” he mumbled, as if you practically hadn’t been giving a show to any possible passerby. You doubted anyone would have seen, considering the time, but still. A hesitant smile formed on your face and you nodded quietly. He’d probably go somewhere else now, right? To someone else? You hadn’t done everything but the last part was honestly the easiest if you did the rest well enough. Gator took your chin between his fingers and gave you a concerned look.

“Why are you so quiet? Did I hurt you or something?”

“No, you didn’t, I’m fine.”

Gator rolled his eyes at your obvious lie and bent down to help you back into your panties and tights. As if that would help. If anything, these unexpected kind gestures only made it harder. His next question surprised you.

“Why’d you say “touch her” earlier? Make “her” feel good?”

Honestly, you wish he just left. What kind of question was that? Wasn’t it obvious?

“Well, since I know you’re here to… learn, and it’s not about me or anything, I thought I’d… I don’t know. Just removed myself from the narrative I guess.”

“Well that’s stupid,” Gator mumbled. “I’m here to have sex with you, not someone else. I came back, didn’t I? I wouldn’t have if it wasn’t good and… tonight was really good. Like, better than watching porn.”

You snorted and felt relief slowly surge in your body as you took in his words.

“I sure hope so, yeah,” you sighed with half a smile.

“Are you only having sex with me because I’m a virgin? Is it a savior complex kind of thing?” Gator looked at you intensely, impatient for your mouth to give the answer.

“No.”

“Why then?”

“Because I…”

Like you. 

“I like you,” Gator blurted, voicing your own thoughts out loud. “I only wanna have sex with you. I wanna go all the way someday too but… not now.”

He looked a little shy, as if being open about his feelings was a completely new concept to him. It probably was.

“What do you wanna do now?”

“Kiss you. But only if you like me back.”

You smiled and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I like you back.”

“Good.”

He kissed you slowly, with the silent promise of doing it again, and again, and again.

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None of your business | PART 1

PART 1 - PART 2

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Summary: It's none of your business what Gator's doing at the bar you work at. But at the same time, it is.

CW/Disclaimer: Alcohol consumption, smut (handjob)

Words: 2346

On Wednesdays it was rarely crowded in the bar you worked at. There were always some regulars, those that fled from their wives (more commonly known as waste aways who should have never married nor had children) and those that loved alcohol more than life. Sometimes you can't blame them. 

This also meant that you spent most of your time with people, usually men, twice your age. You had built up quite some strength against their sexist remarks, their misogyny and the way they often tried to undress you with their eyes. Every now and then one would even actually lay a hand on you but by now your boss knew you needed no help taking care of those. 

Often, a glare would do. Sometimes they needed to be spoken to very clearly to get the message. Other times, you simply stabbed their hand with a fork. Painful, not lethal, easy solution.

Looking around the bar now, you noticed it was far busier than your usual Wednesday. There were more couples, surprisingly, as it was a rare sight at your bar. Also some new faces. Maybe there was something to do nearby? A festival, a concert? You no longer had any time to dwell on it when Brutal Bob called you over for a refill. You still didn’t know what he had done to earn that nickname.

“Same as usual?”

“You know it dearie!”

You gave him a friendly smile and took his glass, replacing it with another whiskey. After adding his drink to his tab, you did some dishes until a very obvious “clearing of throat” caught your attention. The polished badge caught your attention before anything else. It was rare to see anyone of “importance” step in here. Those visits were usually reserved for when there was trouble. Warily, you made your way over to the deputy sheriff.

“What can I get you, Deputy?” you asked, trying to read his expression to figure out whether he was here for business or pleasure.

“Anything strong will do,” he mumbled, not really looking at you as he was focused on cleaning off some specks of dust from his badge.

“How’s whiskey on the rocks sound?”

“Alright.”

“Coming right up.”

By the time you returned with his drink, his attention had shifted to his left hand that rested on the bar. Other than noticing he had big hands and long, quite slender fingers, you didn’t see why a hand would be so much more interesting to look at than the person serving you a drink.

“There you go,” you sighed before naming the price. Absentmindedly, he reached into his breast pocket and fished a couple dollar bills out. Normally you wouldn’t go out of your way to talk to customers, but his deep sighs made it impossible not to.

“What’s on your mind? You look like you don’t even wanna be here sipping expensive whiskey.”

Gator looked up, barely moving his head so it was more of a glare in your direction under his dark brows.

“None of your business.”

“Ooookay, sorry to step on your toes, sir.”

You tried to fight it but your eyes rolled back into their sockets anyway as you turned away from him. The noise that came out of him as a reaction to that was almost funny.

“Who do you think you’re rolling your eyes at?”

As you gave yourself a moment to think, you slowly turned back around again. His eyes narrowingly followed you as you approached him, leaning over the bar before you softly told him;

“None of your business.”

His eyes were almost slits as he narrowed them further and you quipped a quick smile.

“Not so fun, is it? Being on the other end?”

Gator mumbled something incoherent to your ears and turned his gaze down into his glass. You were surprised at his defeated nature, knowing he’d normally go out of his way to demand an answer, as unfair as it would be. He seemed to have lost his attitude a little lately. It was impossible to guess what was going on in your town. It felt like everyone carried big, heavy secrets around. Everyone had their secrets of course, but with the way some people were looking… it sometimes felt there was a lot at stake.

You left him alone after that, only walked back to give him another drink, and another. After a few of them you started giving him water alongside it and surprisingly he took it with no snide remarks and actually drank it. Many people came and went, yet Gator seemed to be very stuck on his stool holding his drink or vape (which smelled disgustingly sweet, by the way), occasionally taking a break for the bathroom. The crowd slowly started to thin out, which wasn’t very surprising at this late hour. You were just busying yourself with doing some dishes when you heard Gator curse and slam his fist on the bar. Slowly, you made your way over with a new glass of water.

“Might not wanna do that too often, you know. Unless you want both your arms in a cast,” you tried to joke lightly. He maintained his frown which he had kept for most of the night. It wouldn’t surprise you if he was already suffering from a headache. When he didn’t respond, you hummed softly in thought.

“You left or right handed?”

“Right.”

“Oof. That’s a bummer. Must be frustrating, y’know, during…”

You had no idea what came over you to even move into that direction, but it surely caught Gator’s attention at last. His eyes flicked up at you, waiting.

“I mean,” you continued airily, “unless you like using your left for the pretense that it’s someone else doing it.”

It was impossible to miss how his eyes shifted down to your hands and a smile crept on your lips. You waited for his eyes to shift back to you, making sure he would realize you caught him. This must have been the first time you had seen Gator Tillman blush since… ever. He didn’t say anything however, which gave you the feeling it was your que to leave.

“I can’t. Doesn’t work for me.”

Oh. Oh. Maybe that’s why he was so grumpy. You cocked your head and fought to mockingly pout a little. But god was it tempting. As you took a sip of your coke, you watched him squirm with the nervous anticipation of your response.

“No wonder you’re in such a bad mood. No one to help you out a little?”

Gator shook his head and took a sip of his water before catching your gaze.

“Is that a hint?”

Hmm… was it a hint? Maybe. It all depended on his behavior, really. He was cute when his father wasn’t breathing down his neck. Made him seem a little more human rather than a shell chasing some unattractive ideals. You knew he was all talk and how whatever came out of his mouth was rarely true. That didn’t mean you weren’t cautious.

“Do you wish it’s a hint?”

Gator’s hand tightened around his glass, lips pressed tightly together as he seemed to be fighting some inner demons. Whatever they were telling him, you weren’t sure. Eventually, he nodded, a defeated sigh leaving him.

“Yeah…”

As you looked around the bar, you noticed that the last two people were gathering their stuff, knowing well enough you were about to close the bar. You nodded your head at them.

“If you wait ‘till they’re gone, I’ll see what I can do.”

Gator turned his head followed by a wordless nod. Even under the dim light, it was impossible to hide his rosy cheeks. He excused himself for the bathroom, as if he wanted to make sure you knew he wasn’t leaving. By the time he came back, the last customers were gone and you had already locked the door.

“So…” he started unsurely. “How do we do this?”

“Uh… you know, how it usually goes?”

“I-I haven’t, uh. I’ve never—”

Ah. That explained a lot as well.

“Had sex?”

“Not so loud!” he huffed and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t you worry, no one can hear us. A virgin huh, who would’ve thought.”

“I just haven’t found anyone- anyone worthy.”

“And a random girl serving you some drinks at the bar is?”

Gator shrugged.

“If she’s hot.”

“I have a hard time believing it’s about my looks here. I’m sure you’d say yes to just about anyone at this point.”

“Are you gonna jerk me off or are you just gonna keep making fun of me?!” Gator retorted, his patience thinning rapidly. You sighed and tapped on the bar.

“Hands.”

“What are you…” he started, confusion etching in his brows.

“Hands.”

Gator put his hands on the bar and almost swallowed audibly as you moved behind him, pulling his hips slightly backwards. You wasted no time undoing his belt and dropped his pants down. One glance downwards confirmed his erection was outlined perfectly in his boxer briefs.

“Luckily you didn’t drink so much to the point that you couldn’t get it up anymore, hm?”

He was ready to comment on it when he felt your hand grope him lightly. A shaky moan left his lips instantly and you could see how the knuckles of his left hand whitened as he tightened his grip on the bar.

“Good?” you asked softly, mouth close to his ear. He nodded rapidly, a whimper leaving him as you moved your hand up and down along the fabric. A damp spot was already forming on the dark green fabric and you figured it would be cruel to make him wait any longer. His moan was ushered out painfully when you exposed him to the airy room temperature and wrapped your hand around him. You were about to move when you thought of something. With your front pressed up against his back you lifted your hand to his mouth.

“Spit.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never spit on your hand before to make it glide easier?”

“You want me to uh… Why don’t you do it?”

You smiled and leaned closer to his ear again.

“Cause this is a team effort, Gator.”

With some reluctance he swirled his tongue around to gather some saliva in his mouth before he spat it onto your hand. Before the generous amount could slide off your palm you brought it down to his cock, immediately feeling the ease with which your hand moved up and down.

“Oh shit,” he hissed, hips bucking into your hand until you stilled him with your other hand. You pumped him faster and relished in the sounds of his desperate whimpers.

“F-Fuck I can feel your tits— Can I, can I touch them?”

You ignored the request in favor of jerking him off faster and he didn’t ask again. His breath quickened and although you could tell he tried not to, his hips bucked forward again. He let his head hang down and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that that might be a dangerous position to have his head in as he seemed so lost in the pleasure your hand was giving him. His voice cracked, the octave of his voice rising as thick white ropes came out of his reddened cock, one effectively landing on his face. He flinched, but he was too lost in the high to let it distract him fully.

As soon as he turned around you were met with the most love sick puppy eyes you had seen on a man in a long while. He leaned in closer with a dazed expression as if to kiss you, but you quickly stopped him by putting a clean dish rag in between you two to wipe his face off.

“Oh uh, thanks,” he mumbled awkwardly, glancing back at the bar which definitely needed a thorough cleaning again. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No worries. So… feeling better now?” you asked as you noticed his frown had gone. He nodded and let go of a big sigh he didn’t seem to know he was holding.

“Yeah… much.”

“Good. Well then, I gotta clean this up and close off so—”

“Wait. What about you?” he asked, the surprise in his voice genuine.

“Oh honey that’s sweet, but you and I both know you won’t get me there on the first try.”

You didn’t mean to sound condescending, it was just… men, right?

“I could try,” he mumbled, avoiding your gaze.

“It’s fine. I’ll take care of it when I’m home.”

Gator’s expression was an open book on what these words did to his brain.

“Fine. Can we uh, do this again sometime?” he asked eventually, finally able to look at you again. You glanced at him, considering.

“Maybe. But no more “none of your business” bullshit. You could have stopped moping around a lot sooner if you had just told me what was up,” you mumbled.

“What was I supposed to say? I’m horny but I can’t jerk myself off?”

Judging by his expression, that was definitely not all that had made his mood turn so sour, but you decided not to press it and smiled softly instead.

“Something like that, yeah. Honesty goes a long way. You should try it sometime.”

“I really like your tits,” he said earnestly, putting your advice to work. A helpless chuckle left you. God he was hopeless.

“Okay, maybe not like that. With a bit more nuance, maybe. We can work on that.”

“Okay… sure.”

“Sure?”

“Yes. We can. Ma’am.”

“Good. Lose the ma’am.”

“Alright…” he checked your name tag, just to make sure, “Y/N.”

“I’ve got the closing shift again on Saturday. Do with that what you want.”

Gator nodded and hastily put his pants back on as you ushered him to the exit. He seemed to have a lot more to say, but since you knew it was guaranteed that he’d be back on Saturday and you were extremely tired from work, it could wait.

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Princess

Gator Tillman x fem!reader blurb

Summary: He's there for duty, but then you are there, you know?

CW/Disclaimer: No special warnings needed I believe

Author's note: I think sometimes this loserboy can have a little bit of rizz if he isn't shut down right in the same second. Y'know, the silence can either fuck him over or give him cocky confidence. Which is kind of what's happening here.

Words: 777

A sigh escaped your lips as you dunked the last pieces of glass in the trash. Thankfully, aside from a few broken pieces of glass and a slippery slope of olives spread around the aisle, nothing eventful had happened at the robbery, if you could even call it that. It seemed more like a kid that had been pressured into a dare to steal something and had massively fucked up by tripping over their own feet and knocking off some products. Still, you had to call someone in. Letting these things go unnoticed would only make you an easy target. Which is why you weren’t surprised when the Sheriff had sent his son your way.

Gator Tillman came to a screeching halt in front of the shop, music blazing through the speakers. You rolled your eyes and folded up your dishrag as you walked to the back to wash your hands. Behind you, the bell to signal someone entering the shop clanged. You took your time to get to the front, already hearing several “hellos”, patience dropping with each new one.

“Yes, yes, I’m here,” you mumbled, holding back a sigh. Gator frowned and already opened his mouth to retort something towards the rude greeting he received until his eyes landed on you.

“That’s no way to talk to— Oh… well would you look at that,” he smirked and moved closer to the counter you stood behind. “If I’d known this place was run by a pretty bird like you, I would’ve stepped in long ago.”

“Well… What do you need, Tillman? The kid’s probably still a minor, I don’t know if the security footage is—”

“Hush, darlin’, there’s no rush on the matter at hand. Rather… I’d like to hold yours for a moment, may I?”

He held out his hand, palm upwards for you to lay your hand in it. You frowned at this weird request of him wanting to shake your hand. Maybe to introduce himself formally, which made no sense considering everyone knew Roy Tillman, which meant everyone also knew his son. However, when you extended your right hand, he tutted.

“I understand the confusion but I wanted to see somethin’...”

He beckoned for your left hand and in your confusion you held it out for him wordlessly. A soft smile introduced itself on his face as he took hold of your hand, thumb dragging over your knuckles. You vaguely noticed his hand was warm and his calloused thumb didn’t feel all that unpleasant.

“Ah… look here,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you it seemed. He looked up, his thumb still circling a repeating pattern over your knuckles as he spoke.

“No man claimed you just yet? Any suitors?”

A dry chuckle left your throat. First of all, no one could claim you. You decided to humor him a little though.

“No one’s stupid enough to try,” you said with a shrug. It was up to him however he took that bit of information. He hummed lowly, eyes flicking back to your hand again, slowly following the path towards your wrist, up your arm… slowstop at your chest, back to your face.

“We’ll see about that, sweetheart. No boyfriend? Man with a plan?”

“None of the sort, no.”

His thumb came to a stop at your ring finger, tapping it without removing his gaze from yours this time. It was your own gaze that shifted as his thumb rubbed the spot with meaning.

“I’m telling you now, I’ll be putting a ring on that finger of yours, darlin’.”

Another chuckle, one of disbelief, escaped your throat.

“I’d like to see you try.”

He smiled and finally let go of your hand to take his vape out of his pocket. You watched as he brought it closely to his lips, halting right before.

“For you, Princess,” he stated before taking a slow drag of his vape, eyes never leaving you, “anytime.”

Only now you realized that your heart rate had picked up just a notch and you weren’t sure whether you wanted to curse him or yourself for it. He leaned forward to say something else just as his radio went off. He snapped his lips shut and listened to the static voice coming in.

“Duty calls. I’ll see you around,” Gator said as he swiftly turned on his heel.

Just as you thought he was going to leave, he suddenly cocked his head back.

“You got beef jerky and Dew?”

“Sure do.”

“Good.”

And with that, he left with what felt like the promise of a marriage involving a whole ton of beef jerky and Mountain Dew. What a Tuesday.

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Like a dog

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Summary: Happens after Gator gets his ass kicked in episode 2. He clearly needs some help, but he's independent, right? He can take care of this himself, for sure.

CW/Disclaimer: A bit of angst? Gator is having some inner struggles and you're doing your best to accommodate him. And yeah, a bit of misogyny in there too, nothing too strong though I would say. Also some fluff and humor, I barely can do without.

Author's note: The title is misleading, but it'll make sense once you start reading it.

Words: 2319

Gator

His ears were ringing, but apart from that no sound seemed to be coming in. He vaguely noticed his cheek was warm, realized it was blood and tried to not freak out. It wasn’t that he was scared of blood, not at all. Sometimes he even got a little kick out of watching things, people bleed. Just not himself.

Then… there was his arm. That was a problem for sure. He had felt the snap, heard it, even, before that asshole used his gun right next to his ear. Last but not least, his groin. His balls and dick felt like they had grown thrice in size in the bad way. He didn’t think there was any enlargement of balls in the good way anyway. But… Yeah. It really fucking hurt.

Getting to the ER was a challenge too. His father was occupied and he didn’t want to ask for his help for something so insignificant. He was independent. He could just walk. Once he stood upright, he felt like dropping to his knees again, his vision swimming. Everything hurt so much it was nearly blinding. He would’ve thrown up if… wait, had he thrown up? He tasted blood but he had also bitten his tongue, so… Whatever. One step at a time. And fingers crossed that shitbird wouldn’t find him.

You

The crash, followed by a yelp and a cry of pain startled you as you were restocking supplies. You rushed to the front and found a guy, a familiar guy, on the floor, holding his arm as he groaned in pain. Quickly, you kneeled down on the floor next to him, gently touching his shoulder.

“He—”

“Don’t touch me!”

His whole body tensed up and he twisted away from your touch. In the moment, it didn’t register to you as funny even though a bystander could probably see the humor of it as he wiggled away from you, groaning and moaning in pain as he did.

“I assume you’re here for a reason. How about we get you upright and in the chair, so I can check you out?”

Gator finally lifted his head to look at you and squinted. You noticed he was sweating, which wasn’t good. His eyes narrowed even more and a scowl pulled the corners of his mouth down.

“Are you even qualified?”

“Do you want help or not?” you deadpanned.

He managed to lift himself up to lean against the door and tried to cross his arms but remembered one wasn’t really cooperating and winced.

“Are you qualified?”

“To take care of dogs? Yeah, I am.”

Gator’s eyes flamed and you could tell he wanted to lurch forward, probably grasp your throat to shut you up. It didn’t help that you were smiling at him. Lucky for you, he was in too much pain to act on his deepest desires. Instead, he nearly spat the words out he said next.

“What are you calling me?”

You laughed dryly. Gator Tillman. He hadn’t changed a bit since school.

“Funny you immediately assume I’m talking about you. You’re at a vet. This isn’t the ER, Gator.”

“Oh,” he mumbled, taken aback. Only now he actually properly looked around. He seemed to have a hard time focusing his vision still. “What kind of bad business are you running here? There’s no one! Also that’s Sheriff Tillman for you.”

You looked at him, rolled your eyes and walked to the back to make yourself some coffee. He could wait. If he wanted to act like an entitled brat he should have gone to the actual ER. You knew barking dogs rarely bite. After a few minutes, he called out.

“Hey! Are you gonna help me or not?”

“Depends,” you shouted from the back, “are you gonna stop acting like a dick or not, Deputy?”

A silence. One that dragged on long enough for you to walk back to the front with your coffee in hand. Maybe you hadn’t heard the door open and close? Wrong. His eyes met yours immediately when you looked down, lips pressed tightly together, whether out of pain or annoyance with you, you weren’t sure. You gave him a pointed glance and a quip of your brow, waiting.

“Yes.”

With some help, you got him to sit on the examination table, which immediately required a remark from him, of course.

“Can this thing even handle my weight?”

You eyed him up and down slowly, a slow smirk forming. His frown deepened as you let the silence settle between you and he shifted uncomfortably on the table.

“Yeah. You look like you weigh about the size of a chubby golden retriever.”

“I workout every day!” he spluttered, as if that was the point.

“Okay? Point is, it can take you. No need to worry your little head over it. Anyway… let’s see.”

You could feel Gator’s eyes following you as you gathered some supplies, knowing you wouldn’t be able to help him with everything. The best you could probably do was give him a ride to those that could. You turned around and lifted your hand to his face, gently wiping away the blood that had leaked from his ear. His hand grabbed your wrist tightly when you came closer to his ear and he hissed out in pain. His grip was painful, but you could tell by his ragged breaths that he wasn’t doing it out of malice. He was scared.

“Hey…” you started softly, leaning back to look at him. You stood between his legs and while you were smaller than him, were able to see eye to eye due to the height of the table. “You do need to go to the ER. Get you checked out. I can make you a temporary splint for your arm but I don’t wanna mess with it too much as it’s not my expertise to work on humans. I can give you a ride? Is there anything else that hurts?”

He mumbled something incomprehensible and avoided your eyes.

“Sorry?”

“My junk. I think I need to like, cool it or something,” he said reluctantly. You nodded and walked away from him to grab a gel pack from the freezer, but the hand around your wrist stopped you. As you turned around he was quick to avoid your gaze once again and dropped your wrist.

“You might want to take your pants off.”

“Hah?”

“For the gel pack,” you mumbled as you placed a gel pack wrapped in a towel next to him. He frowned but started fumbling with the button of his cargos anyway. You already wrote a note to stick on your door that you’d be out for a bit and added the emergency number of the nearest vet just in case.

“Fuck!”

His voice startled you and as you turned around you noticed he was still struggling with his button. His vest was slightly in the way as well as his belt, which didn’t help.

“Need help?”

“No.”

He continued to try, frustration rising. The soft whimpers and groans made you pity him a little. After a while he looked closer to crying and you couldn’t just stand by and watch. You made your way back, standing between his legs again and gently swatted his hand away. To your surprise, he didn’t object. Instead, he softly gasped, stammering softly as your hand accidentally grazed him. You were unsure whether it was out of pain or… something else. A quick glance at his face confirmed that he was focusing on your hand, lips parted slightly. His usual slicked back hair was messier than usual and only now you noticed the dried up tear streaks on his face. You pulled down his zipper and stepped back so he could get off the table. He slowly lifted his gaze, cheeks slightly flushed and if you weren’t mistaken, his lower lip trembled a little.

“Can you stand?”

Quietly, Gator pushed himself off the table and stood in front of you, taller again. Except, he looked rather small, looking down at his feet like that. He sighed shakily, making no move.

“Do you need help, or…”

He shook his head and pushed his pants down just enough to reveal his boxers before getting himself back on the table and covering himself with the gel pack. A sigh of relief was heard but other than that, he made no comments, no snarky remarks. Very uncharacteristic really. Or maybe it was just him without the forceful mask on his face.

“I’ll grab something for your arm, I’ll—”

You turned away from him again but before you could step away you felt his hand enclose around your wrist again. The gel pack fell to the ground with a soft thud.

“Don’t.”

“I…” you hesitated on what to say.

“Please.”

His voice sounded fragile now, shaky. You nodded and slowly bent down to grab the gel pack and handed it back to him as he let go of your wrist again. While you weren’t sure what he wanted, you made sure to stay. There seemed to be a lot going on in that head of his. Suddenly quite aware of your close proximity, you didn’t know where to look. Even though his crotch was covered with the gel pack, it was still weird to stand between his legs as his cargos dropped below his knees and slowly sagged down. Your gaze was focused to the side, which is why you didn’t immediately notice how he slowly bent forward until his forehead rested on your shoulder. It sounded like he was holding his breath, anticipating your reaction nervously. 

Without thinking, you put an arm around him, your hand soothingly rubbing circles between his shoulder blades. A shuddering breath left him as he relaxed against you. A few minutes in, at least it felt like some, you felt him tense up again. Not much later you felt something wet dripping down your collarbone. He was crying.

“If it’s hurting that badly, maybe we should…”

“No,” he croaked out, arm reaching out to clutch at your hip.

“Okay. Take as much time as you need. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. I’m weak,” he managed to grunt. You weren’t surprised that a guy whose father was Roy Tillman had some deep self-loathing to deal with. In school it had always been obvious he felt pressured about living up to his father’s expectations. To be deserving of the Tillman name. He was as cocky as he was insecure. Still, no amount of pain justified being a grade-A dick to others. And yet… here you were, comforting the classic example of a grade-A dick.

“I don’t think you’re weak at all. Weak people don’t call themselves weak,” you told him softly, continuously rubbing his back. His breath shuddered when you gently readjusted the gel pack for him as it was slipping again.

“As if you know anything about weakness or strength,” he bit out, “you’re a female.”

“Right,” you mumbled, unimpressed. “Guess you’re weak then.”

A silence followed, apart from his soft sniffs, a reminder of his earlier crying. You felt him lift his forehead from your shoulder, breath tracing your jawline before his lips followed in its path. Your breath hitched, heartbeat quickening. Suddenly, his lips crashed on yours, demanding intimacy, taking it with some desperation. His lips felt chapped and for a second you were tempted to meet the roughness of his kiss but something in you held back.

In one quick move you pulled back and slapped him in the face. On the sensitive side, no less. He winced and looked betrayed, hand flying up to grab your wrist once more, tightening his grip until it hurt. You watched him closely, careful but not scared.

“Better not try that again without asking,” you warned.

“Or what?” Gator mumbled, his mouth curled down. Clearly not used to not getting his way. Well, too bad for him it had been you he wanted to kiss.

“Or I’ll squeeze your bad arm as hard as you’re squeezing my wrist right now.”

As if forgotten, Gator looked at his own hand and let go immediately, huffing a response you couldn’t make out clearly.

“Well then, shall we go?” you offered, not wanting to drag this out any longer. His injuries needed to be taken care of already. With clear disappointment he got up from the table and he let you help him get his pants back in place. The moment his hand reached out for your wrist you quickly pulled away and he looked up with genuine remorse. Hmm, interesting.

“Sorry,” he sighed and this time you let him take hold of your wrist, surprised when his touch was gentle as he rubbed his thumb over the most sore spot. “You’ve been all nice to me and I’ve been…”

“Yourself,” you finished with a shrug. Hurt crossed his eyes only for a second and you followed his gaze down to your wrist, where his touch was still so gentle.

“I’m not always like… that. I’m not.”

You cocked your head and watched him until his eyes met yours. There was a hesitance in them, but also determination. A soft smile graced your lips, which was met with the subtlest widening of his eyes.

“Maybe you could tell me more about that other you then, after we’ve patched you up.”

“Oh,” he said softly, followed by a nod. “Okay.”

“Come on, Sheriff Tillman.”

He smiled at your sarcastic, teasing tone and moved his hand down to yours to give it a light squeeze before letting go.

“Gator,” he corrected softly. “Just call me Gator, Y/N.”

“I was wondering if you’d remembered my name,” you chuckled.

“I always remember the pretty ones.”

“Flirting now, are we?”

“Maybe.” 

He tried to play it off cool. Until curiosity got the best of him. 

“Is it working?”

“Maybe.”

It was.

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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader fluffy blurb

It was as simple as it was difficult, dating Eddie. Simple because his love for you was never a question. He’d show it in every way possible. It was obvious in the ways he looked at you. In awe, admiration, lust, love. Sometimes in disbelief, as if he couldn’t understand why you were his. Why you wanted to be his. That had never been difficult for you to understand. Aside from the love he gave you, there was also so much joy and life and energy. Sincerity. Passion. In multiple ways. 

Though, as mentioned before, it was as simple as it was difficult. 

You could rarely see the person he saw, when you looked in the mirror. Neither did he see himself the way you looked at him. Every now and then you would be too caught up in your own image of yourself that you couldn’t even take in or accept the kindness and all the loving words you had to give each other. It would frustrate you both, because as well as you understood one another, it was heartbreaking to see or hear how the other thought so negatively of themselves. Diminished their wonderful existence comparing themselves to things and people that didn’t matter.

More often than not, these moments would result in the two of you hiding away from the world around you until you both felt like you could face it again, together. It really was you and him against the world. During those days, as many hours that were spent talking were also spent in silence. Love would travel through touch more so than words, kisses trailing along scars and stretchmarks and other things that you both preferred to ignore when it came to your own body. There was nothing sweeter than his big brown eyes following his fingers as he traced the marks you grew up to hate, followed by his lips. You had found him in tears once when you did the same to one of his biggest scars that spread across his side.

You loved each other unconditionally, there was no question there. You both had enough love to give when the other had none for themselves, it was a balance. Finding and recollecting yourselves through each other's eyes and touch had been the most treacherous but also the most rewarding experience you had surged through together. 

You loved him. And he loved you.

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Just wanna say... called it!

I'm a winner

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Summary: Good question. Basically a little drabble about Gator being a little shit and kind of being put in his place by reader? Oh and smut!

CW/Disclaimer: virgin!Gator, smut, they're a bit rough

Author's note: I saw the little Gator clip and this popped up in my head, I don't know either, thought I'd share 'cause why not? We obviously know very little about the character so whether it's IC, OOC, who knows

Words: 2189

“… and then he said I should get my fucking shit together?! Me? I’ve been working my god damn ass off for that man and he comes in with that? It’s so…”

Gator continued to rant about his dad and had been for the past half hour. It was boring. He did it all the time. While you did get it, because parents could be annoying, you wished he would focus more on hanging out instead. You didn’t like only being there functioning as a wall to rant to— you never got a word in.

“Gate, listen,” you started softly, “I know it sucks but maybe just take the loss for today and hope for a better tomorrow?”

His gaze snapped towards you, eyes furious as he lifted his hands to accompany the raise of his voice.

“I’m a WINNER!”

Jesus Christ. Okay. He was breathing hard and honestly, it could have been sexy if he wasn’t such a hothead all the time. You rolled your eyes.

“Today, you’re a loser. Suck it up, Tillman.”

You turned around to leave, having had enough of his whining, but with a few quick steps he caught up to you and slammed the door shut right in front of your face.

“What the hell Ga—”

“Shut up!”

His front pushes against your back, squeezing all air from between you two as his hand wrapped around your throat.

“I will kick you in the fucking balls if you don’t let me go right now, shithead,” you threatened, shocked yet unfazed by his sudden behavior. He put pressure on your throat with his hand just lightly, not enough to be menacing. A soft caress followed, making you wonder if he had changed his mind. His hand slipped off but on that same second he roughly turned you around and pushed you against his bedroom door.

With a sharp inhale his lips captured yours in a bruising kiss, one hand easily pinning both of yours above your head. You hummed in protest and threw your arms forward with such power that it left a harsh bang when he pushed them back against the door.

As promised, you kicked him in the balls with your knee. His release was immediate and he groaned in pain as he staggered backwards. Your kicks were the mean kind. With ease you cornered him until the back of his knees hit the bed. He was unstable enough for you to push him down gently with your hand on his chest, immediately straddling his hips.

His hands wasted no time coming up to your hips but you slapped them away immediately.

“My way or no way,” you told him sternly.

“You don’t tell me what to do,” Gator grumbled, but you had already felt his cock twitch against your core even through his thick cargo pants.

“You sure? I think you like being a little obedient,” you quipped. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Always knew you wanted me. Didn’t think you were this easy though.”

“At least I’m not leaking just because I got told off by a girl,” you mumbled before reaching down between your legs to squeeze him through his pants. He whined pathetically and it got you thinking. All things considered with his family…

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

The expression of being caught surfaced for a minute before a scowl replaced it.

“Fuck no, why’d you say that? I have loads of experience. Girls like me, you know.”

You nodded. It was true, girls did like him, at least until they witnessed a fight between him and his dad or when he lost his temper. Girls only wanted problematic boys in a hot way, not in a “it will actually mess with your reputation” way.

“You never got that far though,” you shrugged off his words easily. He all but huffed.

“What makes you so sure?”

“For starters, you react like a virgin.”

Anger flashed his eyes and once again he overpowered you. Little did he know that you weren’t going to give him any restraint. He pinned you down on the bed, pushing your legs apart so he could lay between them.

“Promise you after I fuck you, you won’t think I’m a virgin anymore.” He lifted your shirt and started to press kisses onto your belly, it was honestly endearing to see how clumsy he was. A giggle escaped your lips. 

“What?”

“You won’t be a virgin anymore after this so no, I wouldn’t think you were.”

Gator rolled his eyes and started unbuttoning your top and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought the top belonged to a doll with the way his fingers were so much larger than the buttons. His hands were so goddamn big.

“So we’re gonna fuck?” He asked matter-of-factly.

“I thought you were all: big boss gonna take what I want,” you said with a smirk.

“I am! I’m just— confirming. That you also want it, I guess.” His frown made him look a little confused.

“You wouldn’t have gotten this far if I didn’t,” you smiled, knowing it would rile him up. Irritated, he shoved your top aside and pushed it down your shoulders until he could throw it elsewhere in the room.

“I would have,” he muttered against your skin, biting it a little too harsh to be nice. For normal people at least. For you, it gathered a wetness in between your legs, even more so when he remembered to soothe it with his tongue. Gator took his sweet time exploring your body, undressing you as he went. He left a trail of bruising hickeys as he rutted against the bed. His moans didn’t go unnoticed and when you heard the bed creak rhythmically you brushed your hand over his head.

“You’re gonna come in your pants if you keep that up,” you told him gently. Embarrassed, he stilled his hips. You almost felt a little bad with how clueless he looked. It only lasted a moment until his hands fumbled with your pants and took them off. All of it coming down with it. His hungry eyes stared at your core as he lay back down between your legs. With his thumbs, he spread your lips to watch your slick drop down on the sheets and he groaned before he started hungrily lapping at your pussy as if it was his last meal. Your hips bucked up, hand flying to his hair but he slapped it away in favor of holding them still next to you.

“Above your head. Don’t wanna see them move.” He ordered and you complied when he let go and spread your lips once more. His mouth was criminal. The speed with which he devoured you had you moaning louder than anyone had ever managed you to. He kept spreading your lips with his thumbs, playing with the edges as he made you a complete mess.

“Not so talkative now, are you?” Gator grinned when he pulled away, causing you to whine. He grabbed roughly at your cunt, rubbing his palm over you as he moved back up. Somewhere in between he had taken off his pants too and somehow you hadn’t even noticed. He took off his shirt as well, tossing it somewhere in the room before hovering over you.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he murmured against your lips. “And you’re gonna take it. I’m gonna take what I need and you’re going to give it to me.”

“So that’s like, one minute tops?” You asked innocently, though you couldn’t hide your grin. Without warning, he thrusted into you and his face really did betray that this was his first time.

“Oh god oh god oh god.” 

You took it all, his animalistic thrusts that lifted your hips from the bed. You clawed at his back and he seemed to have forgotten that you weren’t allowed to do that in favor of your touch.

“You doing okay, big boy?” you teased even though the nickname was quite fitting considering the size of his cock. 

Roughly, he grabbed your chin, pushing the skin around your cheeks squished between his fingers so your mouth was pressed together. He glared at you but couldn’t find the right words to say. Eyes flickering back and forth between yours, searching for something. He closed the gap with a quick kiss that soon turned passionate now that you were no longer holding back. In just a few thrusts he came inside you, hips stilling immediately. You groaned as you felt your own orgasm dwindle back right before the finish.

“Don’t fucking stop,” you groaned as you pushed your hips up. You felt his warm chuckle against your neck and his tongue tracing your ear.

“Told you I’d take what I needed.”

With a swift move you removed your hands from above your head and yanked his head up by his hair, causing him to groan out in pain.

“I gave it to you. Now give me what I need.”

“I'm gonna hurt you,” Gator hissed as he slid off of you and manhandled you on your side. His cock slid between your asscheeks and he almost whimpered at his own sensitivity.

“Yeah? You can try,” you mumbled indifferently, arm reaching back to grab a hold of his hair again. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

His cock twitched against you.

“You’re a desperate one, aren’t you?” he murmured against your shoulder, kissing it a little too gently to make his words sound condescending.

“I just wanna be actually fucked and not have someone’s cock dip in for thirty seconds only,” you shrugged, a knowing smile on your lips. Annoyed, he lifted your leg up and positioned himself to thrust inside you. If you pretended you didn’t hear him whimper, nor felt the gentle ease with which he entered you, he could almost seem as mean as he pretended to be. His thrusts on the other hand were relentless, determined to make you feel him in every way possible. 

Surprisingly, he moved his hand between your legs to play with your clit, again not as selfish as you’d have expected of him, even though he was missing his mark completely. You corrected his hand with a simple nudge and he adjusted instantly, making you see stars when he sped up his fingers and thrusted deeper inside you. 

“Come for me, Y/N. Show me you need my cock.”

A retort died on your lips when his teeth grazed your neck and his arm wiggled itself around your shoulders so he could grab your boob not too gently. He kept whispering obscenities into your ear, one filthier than the other and definitely fueled by fantasy rather than experience. As your moans grew louder his hips snapped harder and his lips captured yours to feel the vibration against his own. An orgasm stronger than every comeback you had given him rushed through your body, shaking out of your pores as you grew limp against him as he slowed down his pace.

You felt his lips kissing your back in a trail from your shoulder to your neck, his arms holding you tightly. When you didn’t move for a while, he shifted and lifted his head to try to get a look at your face.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice sounded concerned, really concerned. Like his words earlier hadn’t been all that serious. You stayed quiet for a little longer to find out exactly what the truth behind those words was.

“Y/N?” A hesitant kiss on your cheek, the hand on your waist caressing you softly.

“What’s the answer you want me to give?”

“That I didn’t,” he mumbled.

You smiled softly and turned your head to look at him.

“You didn’t.”

Gator let go of a relieved sigh but rolled his eyes at the same time.

“Don’t scare me like that. I… say things, sometimes. Don’t mean them.”

“I know.”

“You’re my best friend.”

“I know.”

“And you were right.”

“I know.”

“I didn’t even tell you why you were right,” Gator mumbled.

“That you were a virgin,” you said with a smile, cupping his cheek. He turned his head and you spotted the faintest blush.

“Shut up. You weren’t?” You shook your head and turned around in his arms so you didn’t have to keep craning your neck.

“No, remember Dave?”

“Him?!” Gator made a face of disgust and you giggled as you put your hand on his chest.

“It wasn’t fun. Or good. This,” you gestured between you and him, “This was… interesting at least.”

“Not good?” Gator asked. You shrugged, a small smile on your lips.

“You could work on being a little nicer.”

Gator huffed and looked away almost guiltily.

“Sorry. I was angry.”

“You can make it up to me next time.”

His eyes widened, hand flexing around your waist.

“There’s a next time?” He sounded hopeful. You softly captured his lips and kissed him.

“If you’re nice.”

“I can try,” he mumbled, but his eyes and soft smile told you that he would be. For you, he would.

#gator tillman

[eddiemunsonw]

Two fics in a day?? What a world we live in. I actually really just forgot to post the Eddie one and just remembered. Oops. Self-indulgence and all that

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[eddiemunsonw]

Buzzing Adventures

Eddie x fem!reader

Summary: Your favorite vibrator breaks down in the middle of a pretty neat feel-good session, downright ruining your mood. Luckily, Eddie knows a thing or two about satisfying you as well.

CW/Disclaimer: Ah yes, smut. Vibrators, a very determined Eddie. Established relationship. Humor and fluff.

Author's note: There may or may not be a part 2 to this at some point. Also the header makes little sense, I just wanted to show the skilled pleasure set that is Eddie's mouth and hands in one image.

Words: 5618

As your mind drifted off into your deepest desires, you turned up the vibration. Soft moans escaped your lips as you chased your high, both your hands working hard to get there with the help of your vibrator. Your hips bucked up against it when it didn’t seem to hit the right spot the way it usually would and you slowly realized that the battery was dying.

“Fuck… Not now!” You groaned, tossing it aside to finish it off with your hands instead. It was disappointing. Your hands could do the trick just fine but sometimes you just wanted that extra edge your vibrator could give you. You contemplated going for it again after replacing the batteries but soon came to realize that the batteries had never been the problem. It simply broke. Just your luck. Sulking, you tossed the vibrator in the trash after taking the perfectly fine batteries out again and sighed. You hated buying vibrators. Not because it was embarrassing, but because you never knew which one to pick. The options were endless nowadays. You decided to leave it for now and started on making dinner for you and your boyfriend.

Eddie worked part time at the garage around the corner which usually meant he’d come home greasy and dirty in the worst and best kind of way. Very fuckable, but none of the furniture was quite Eddie-proof when it came to how dirty his work clothes were. After causing a permanent stain on the couch on a particularly heated late afternoon, you had both decided it was best if he just took it all off immediately and only touched anything after getting out of the shower.

It was always easy to hear when Eddie came home. Keys clanging on the trinket that you had made specifically for your keys, shoes being chucked off and his footsteps echoing all the way towards you.

“Hey baby,” he greeted you softly with a kiss on your cheek, making sure he was leaning away far enough. “I’ll be in the shower. Looks delicious.”

“It’s your favorite actually,” you called after him. Eddie let out a happy noise as he rushed upstairs and you smiled to yourself. You weren’t making anything special. Just some pasta recipe that you had tweaked and added things to until one day Eddie had moaned at the first bite and you knew you had done something right.

You were about to serve dinner when you heard his footsteps come back downstairs again and soon enough his arms were wrapped around your waist and your neck was showered in little, noisy kisses.

“Missed you.”

“Missed you too.”

Eddie got a drink for the both of you and sat down with a frown. You figured he was just lost in thought about something and focused on filling both your plates, until he spoke up.

“Why is there a vibrator in the bin?”

You groaned and threw your head back in agony.

“It just stopped working all of a sudden, I hate it. I don’t want to deal with buying a new one,” you sighed and sat down as well. As you took a sip of your drink, Eddie gave you a look as if you had just told him something awful. Worse than a sex toy that just yeed its last haw.

“So… did you finish?”

“Hm? No. I was out of it after that. Just gave up.”

Eddie nodded as if he made a deep, thoughtful, very important decision.

“I’ll do it.”

You frowned.

“Do what?”

“I’ll take over. It’s my time to shine baby,” he told you with a grin as he lifted his arms above his head and cracked his fingers. “I’ve been waiting for this day my whole life.”

“It was your dream job to be a vibrator?”

“What? No! This is my chance to prove that I’m better than a vibrator.”

You smiled at him affectionately and leaned over to cup his jaw.

“Oh, Eddie. Baby. You’ll always be better than a vibrator, don’t be silly. It’s just… the functions are nice, you know? Fast, intense, that kinda stuff.”

“I can be fast and intense,” Eddie muttered.

“I’m sure you can babe.” A quirked eyebrow raised on his end. “I know you can.”

“So? Let me prove it to you that I can cover for its absence until…” he sighed, pausing for dramatic effect, “you buy another… or whatever.”

A laugh left your lips and you shrugged, playing it off casually despite the very vivid images playing in front of your eyes. You knew very well what Eddie could do to you with his set of very skilled fingers and tongue. The thought made you push your thighs together.

“You wanna prove that now? ‘Cause I’m still...”

“Still what?” Eddie smirked at you, leaning forward with a smug smile. “Horny?”

Despite the heat that welled up on your cheeks, you decided to tease him right back.

“Yeah. I was actually in the middle of imagining riding your co—”

Eddie’s hand flew up to cover your mouth and a groan escaped his lips. He narrowed his eyes at you while his hand went under the table to adjust himself in his sweats and shook his head.

“You can’t just say shit like that, sweetheart. Jesus Christ.”

Now it was your turn to smile smugly.

“Little horndog.”

“M’ not little, y’know.”

“Oh I know,” you teased some more, biting your lip as you knew that would drive him mad. Eddie grabbed your face with both hands and gave you a loud kiss on your lips.

“Menace. Is it because you’re in need?”

“It just might be,” you mused. Eddie nodded and got up from his chair, his arousal already evident in his pants.

“Alright. I’ll clean up here, you head upstairs. I’ll be with you soon.”

You shook your head and got up as well, taking both your plates towards the sink.

“Not yet baby, we literally just ate.”

“Hmmmh fine. I suppose I can wait for my dessert a little longer,” Eddie sighed dramatically, but not before his hand briefly slipped between your legs for a teasing squeeze.

“Ed!” As you tried squirming out of his grip, Eddie pushed you against the counter, his hands on your waist, thumbs pushing under the fabric of your shirt. His lips grazed your neck and as much as your exclaim had tried to slow him down, your body reacted a total opposite. Heat made its way straight to your core as he nudged his hips into you, rocking slowly while he kissed your jawline.

“Wanna eat you out so badly sweetheart. Need’a taste,” he whispered against your skin. As his hands worked their way up, the friction his hips created made you whimper slightly. His hands gently cupped your breasts and you had to bite down a moan. You had felt worked up for so long that his voice did a number on you (more than usual) and his warm breath tickled your skin.

“Keep talking like that and there’s no need, babe,” you groaned.

“Oh? Sweet pussy’s all wet for me already, huh?” Eddie muttered softly, lips briefly brushing yours. Another whimper left your lips. That bastard. He smirked at your reaction and brought his lips close to your ear again. “You do realize that whether or not you come right now, my dessert’s still waiting for me behind those soaked panties, sweetheart?”

And just like that, he moved back and resumed cleaning up the table as if he hadn’t just riled you up fifty times the amount you already had been. It had actually been like… ten, but seeing him all dirty from work added another five. You couldn’t help it. With all of his latest efforts, you were ready to jump him on the spot.

“I’ll be upstairs,” you announced tight-lipped and you noticed the hint of a smile on Eddie’s face just as he turned away from you.

“Good girl.”

*-*

As you lay there, you wondered whether you should just take off your clothes already. Get it out of the way. You listened to the distant noise of pots and pans being put back into their respectful places and sighed to yourself. It felt impossible to relax despite the fact that you and Eddie had had sex lots of times. Lots. Of. Times. You were simply nervous because you didn’t know what to expect. He was a god at eating you out, treating your cunt like it was his last meal every time he indulged himself. He always made it sound like it was his treat rather than yours. Thinking about his tongue between your legs made you squirm and you wondered what his plan was to “replace your vibrator”. You knew he had ambition for the weirdest things (you loved him for it), but this was a new one.

Just as you were pushing your leggings down your legs, Eddie walked in. You hadn’t even heard him walk up the stairs.

“Starting the striptease without me? How dare you,” Eddie tutted as he sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying how him watching you made you squirm. It would simply never bore him. You shook your head.

“Not a striptease. Just a girl trying to get out of her goddamn leggings before her boyfriend showed up.”

“Strip for me anyway, though?”

It wasn’t a question even if he made it sound like one. Eddie’s eyes watched you intently as you rid yourself of your leggings, socks joining in before you started on your T-shirt.

“Everything?”

“All of it. Wanna have free range to play with your tits baby.”

His hands already worked up and down your calves, fingertips inching closer to your panties every time he passed your knees. By the time you had lost every piece of clothing on your top half, his fingers finally curled around your panties and pulled them down. Your arousal was clear as day and Eddie moaned at the sight. Once he had taken them off, he gave you one look before he stretched the fabric with both hands and took one, broad lick of your juices that had leaked onto it. He closed his eyes as he did it, moaned when he tasted you on his tongue. And this was only the beginning.

Eddie put your panties aside and stripped himself all the way down but left his boxers on. He nudged you to scooch up and spread your legs generously so he could properly lay down between them, headfirst.

The first time you felt his lips between your legs was when he kissed your inner thigh. Slowly, with purpose. His tongue dragged over your skin and his eyes fluttered shut just like yours did. As impatient as you often felt, you would rarely complain and tell him to hurry up. There was something sweet and highly arousing about watching him kiss every sweet spot of your thighs. He loved your curves, loved that he could dig his hand in and give it a jiggle. It used to embarrass you until Eddie got upset on behalf of your thighs as they were the most glorious thighs he had ever seen. He made you learn to slowly love yourself. How could you not, when a guy like him, when your Eddie, treated your body like his treasure? Self loathing came more difficult when your boyfriend seemed to melt at the sight of you. Got hot and bothered at your slightest touch and looked at you as if you were his dream come true.

You were in such a daze while enjoying his love, the lips that expressed them as you gazed at his eyes that were closed from pure enjoyment, that you didn’t notice he had reached the middle. Despite his gentle start, you still jolted when he licked a featherlight stripe over your pussy lips, matching the groan that left his mouth as well. He was too eager and indulged himself immediately, licking away strongly as you gasped and tried to remain somewhat human as your soul left your body.

“E-Eddie— fuck—”

Your voice brought him back down from cloud nine and he rested his cheek on your thigh as he pulled away slightly after a last, teasing lick.

“What setting do you want? Soft, hard, pulsating? Something else I don’t know about?”

A disbelieving chuckle left your lips. He was really serious about this, wasn’t he? As he waited for your response, his hand massages your other thigh, thumb inching closer to your core. He loved to tease.

“How are you even— I like to start slow, work my way up,” you told him softly, knowing there was no way out of this. Your cheeks warmed up as it felt that you were spilling a dirty secret despite him knowing nearly everything about you already. Ever since you started to get intimate with Eddie, communication has always been a priority for the both of you. Eddie simply nodded, lifted his head off your thigh and leaned in, inhaling your scent with a sigh before he nudged his tongue against your clit. You had no idea how he did it, but he was doing it. His tongue moved so quickly against you, yet with the gentle pressure of a low vibration setting, that it felt quite similar. Except… wetter. Warmer. Better. Your back arched, your hand flew to his hair and a warm chuckle escaped Eddie at the confirmation that he was doing something right. His grip on your thighs tightened as he wrapped his arms around, pushing your legs wider and keeping them in place.

“Oh god, Eddie!” 

You squirmed under his touch and you could feel your juices mixed with his saliva drip down between your ass cheeks onto the mattress. The very mattress Eddie was currently gently grinding his hips against. His lips wrapped around your clit to suck on it and it was almost too much if it hadn’t been for the fact that he pulled away from you and made you buck your hips against nothing. He took your hand in his and guided it to his other hand, tapping the dents between his knuckles one by one.

“Left for softer, middle for harder, right for pulsating.” He traced a circle on top of his hand with your finger. “Do that for a surprise and lastly, flat hand on mine means stop. Oh, and use my hair to drag me up or down. ‘Kay?”

You nodded, though you felt compelled to mention that you could also just tell him these things. He smiled knowingly and shook his head.

“Toys don’t talk, baby. Nor do they understand your pleads for mercy. I’m just your toy for the moment, doing whatever it is you like.”

As if those words already didn’t nearly make you come on the spot. You nodded again, rested your hand near his own as he took hold of your thighs again, only this time he didn’t keep you in place. Tentatively, you tapped the dent between his first and second knuckle. Immediately Eddie dove back in with enthusiasm. His tongue flicked over your sensitive bud countless times and sure enough, when you tangled your hand in his hair to push him down he complied instantly. His tongue dragged through your folds and you could feel a faint buzzing whenever his nose happened to hit your clit. Curiously, you moved your finger between his second and third knuckle.

“Oh fuck!”

Setting one was nothing compared to setting two. It had you clawing the sheets and it took you everything not to immediately squish your legs together. You moved your hips against his face without holding back and a barely suppressed moan left Eddie’s lips. You had half the mind to smile to yourself, as toys also don’t moan, but you knew he’d moan ten times as much had it been any other situation. The guy loved eating your pussy.

“N-Normally I imagine how you moan against me, it’s so— hot, when you do that. It’s like I can almost hear it.”

Eddie’s brows furrowed just a little, as if he was thinking, considering… His moans slowly started to pick up and his hips rutted the bed harder. 

“That’s it, god that’s it, oh god—” 

Your lingering smile quickly disappeared when your finger had, apparently, unknowingly dragged a circle over his hand. Your vibrator definitely didn’t have this setting. He spit straight onto your clit and sucked it between his lips. Without losing suction, his tongue grazed over it in rapid speed making you moan loud enough for the whole block to hear you despite your closed windows.

“Eddie, Ed, fuuuuck baby please!”

You could only chant his name as your orgasm washed over you with an intensity you had never experienced. Your legs squeezed together while you rode his face, hand guiding his head by grasping his locks not too gently. He groaned softly, loving how you used him until it became too sensitive. Normally Eddie would move away from you at the perfect time, knowing your bodily reactions well enough to know when to pull himself off. Except… he didn’t stop this time. You let go of his hair but his tongue followed when you attempted to move and you desperately tried to remember the sign for stop in your dazed state. Was it two fingers between his knuckles? Your legs started to shake as he started to slowly pulsate his tongue against your clit. Wrong gesture. Had this one even been mentioned? Was it a combination? Another attempt got him to speed it up and your hand flew back to his head again as you tried to pull him off. Apparently that was not part of any setting.

“I f-forgot—” you mewled and the softest chuckle left him. “I’m- I’m gonna—”

A second orgasm followed quickly and you grasped his hand desperately, finally making him stop. He selfishly delayed moving back completely by noisily lapping up all of your juices first, as he simply couldn’t help himself. His bangs stuck to his forehead and his whole face gleamed in a mixture of sweat and come. He crawled upwards and laid down next to you, taking you in with a lazy smile before he wiped off his chin with the back of his hand and gave you a kiss. You kissed him back eagerly, your fucked out state wanting nothing more than his sweet touches now. His hand came up to cup one of your breasts and he gently started playing with it. Squeezed and jiggled it, flicked his thumb over your nipple until it hardened again. He often played with them when you were both just relaxing in bed, or the couch, or wherever else his hand would naturally be close (in a private setting - most of the time).

“Hey baby,” he whispered softly before pressing another kiss on your cheek this time. “Forgot to play with your tits so I’m catching up now. You mind? Don’t want them to feel neglected.”

You were still catching your breath so you simply nodded and relaxed your head against his shoulder. His hand occasionally moved from one breast to another, his tongue poking out in concentration sometimes.

“What about you?” 

Eddie looked down at his underwear that didn’t really reveal anything at the moment and smiled bashfully, his face disappearing into your neck out of shyness. 

“Uh. Eating you out was enough for me baby.”

A smile teased your lips and you combed your fingers through his hair. You left kisses along his temple and let your hand wander down his chest to his stomach. His breath hitched just a little and when your hand disappeared into his boxers and you wrapped your hand around his half hard erection which was slick from the come that had dripped down. He bit your neck and whimpered.

“I think you’ve got one more in you, what do you say baby?” Your whisper had him buck his hips into your hand. His teeth sunk in harder followed by licks to soften the burn and his voice was more of a whine when he spoke.

“Please.”

———————————————————

You were watching a movie, but you weren’t exactly watching it. Your eyes were focused on the screen, sure. But your mind was with the cock your hand was wrapped around while your thumb spread around the precome that had gathered at the top. Not only that, your mind was also very much with the fingers teasing your clit menacingly slow. You both loved to spend about a whole movie duration teasing each other before you had sex. You didn’t always last until the end of the movie before you hurried to the bedroom and sometimes all the action happened while some talk show ran its course. Today it was a matter about who would give in first. Judging by Eddie’s short bursts of breaths, you guessed it would probably be him.

Your mind wandered off to two weeks ago, when he decided to be your vibrator for a day. You have had plenty of sex since then, but not… Like that. That had been something else. He had bought you a new one shortly after, with all kinds of new functions you hadn’t even tried. Your distraction was noticeable in your actions as your hand slacked in movement and Eddie tilted his head to the side as he impatiently bucked up into your hand once.

“Where’s your pretty head at?”

“Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Uh-huh, gathered. ‘Bout what?”

“Well… now that you got me a new vibrator… Does that mean you’ll be out of service?” You asked him with big doe eyes. Eddie snorted and bit his lip to let his self satisfactory grin pop up a little slower.

“Baby, the Munsonator is at your service anytime you want. Just let me know so I can down some caffeine first,” he told you with a hand on his chest and a salesman grin.

“Munsonator?” You giggled and Eddie slapped your clit playfully, making you yelp. He scolded you softly.

“Don’t laugh. I believe you gave it a 20/10 review last time. Better get used to the name cause it ain’t changing.”

You stroked him a little tighter, making him whimper and look at you offended. A shrug.

“You slapped first.” 

“But you like that, baby.”

You glanced at him seriously and slowly but deliberately spread a new serve of precome around the head.

“So do you, it seems.”

“When you squeeze me like a tube of toothpaste? Of course something slips.”

“Mhm sure,” you sighed and loosened your grip to the point that you were barely touching him. He only lasted about fifteen seconds before he started to complain and searched for friction by moving his hips around.

“Oh come on, baby.”

You continued.

“Sweetheart.”

A smirk teased your lips but you didn’t budge. Suddenly, the phone went off and Eddie got up to pick it up but not before slicking his fingers through your folds and sucking them clean as he walked away with a shit-eating grin at the sudden whimper that left you. You couldn’t follow the conversation but when Eddie returned, it was obvious he wasn’t happy.

“Rain check, princess. Idiot Gareth’s car won’t start. I bet he barely even tried.  Asked if I could pick him up at a bar he just called from. So…”

Eddie palmed himself, the head of his dick still poking out above his waistband from the half assed attempt to pull them up just now.

“Shit. Why did he have to call, man,” he groaned, rubbing his free hand over his face. You wordlessly beckoned him closer with your fingers and the subtlest hint of a smile and mischievous glint in his eyes popped onto his face. Once he stood in front of you, your face was lined up perfectly with his cock as it had many times before in that exact position. He cupped your face, smirk widening as he rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Gonna help me out real quick, sweetheart?”

A teasing grin grew on your face as you nodded. “Didn’t tell you to come here for no reason big boy,” you mumbled while your hands already pulled his boxers back down. As you moved your hand towards his mouth, he knew to spit and did so after licking your hand. Just because he could. You rolled your eyes lovingly and started pumping his hard length with the slick that he had gathered for you and soon enough he threw his head back with a groan. His hand flew to your hair, keeping you in place as he thrust himself forward. He looked down, eyes lustful. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Can I please fuck your face baby, please please please?”

Three quick taps against his thigh sufficed for your answer and he wasted no time thrusting his hips back and forth into your warm mouth. Whenever he took control, he often didn’t last long. Got the job done with an overwhelming enthusiasm. He could do it slowly, obviously, but in situations like these the goal was to come quickly. He whimpered, words leaving his lips hard to decipher as he got closer to his release.

Hips stuttered as his breath hitched, a groan loud enough to wake the neighbor’s hamster escaped his lips as he released himself into your mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuck,” he was rambling now, chasing the remnants of his high as he scrunched his brows together. “FUCK. Baby…” It was a near whine that slipped from his lips when you let go of him with a pop of your lips and licked him clean from whatever cum had slipped past. He cradled your cheek, watching in awe as he nearly always did. Always in disbelief that you were his.

“Now, off you go,” you told him with a sweet smile before you pulled your shorts back on and got up from the couch to give him a kiss. You knew he wanted it. The man loved tasting himself on your tongue. Before Eddie could lose himself in your kiss, hands digging harshly into your sides, you leaned back and pecked him one last time on the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll make it up to you tenfold when I get back. Promise. ‘Kay?” He gave you a nod for emphasis.

“I’ll be waiting.”

And waiting you did. 30 minutes turned into an hour, an hour turned into two. It wasn’t the first time that a quick visit to Gareth turned into a whole evening and normally you wouldn’t mind as much. But he promised. Besides, you had no idea what to do with dinner now. Did he have some yet? Were you getting takeout? Should you just order for yourself? You were slightly worried, but since it had happened before you tried to shake it off. Since you weren’t really hungry, but still quite horny (thanks for nothing, Eddie), you made your way to the bedroom and grabbed your brand new vibrator. Well, brand new save for a few times. You were still getting used to all the extra functions the old one didn’t have. The fact that it wasn’t just a straight stick but rather one that aligned better with your body was also new to you. It was easier and more comfortable to insert and it even came with a part that hit your clit just right simultaneously. To top it all, it had a suction function you found a little intense still and five vibrational settings instead of three. Eddie had really gone all out with getting you a new one.

Once you made yourself comfortable, you started by using just your hand at first, gathering slick from between your folds to spread all over to help the toy along in its movement. Upon trying the suctioning again, your hips bucked as the feeling brought you back to Eddie’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking gently. Your hips bucked again involuntarily and gasps escaped your lips as you found the perfect angle to pleasure yourself on all your favorite spots. With your free hand, you teased your nipples to become even harder and you let your legs slack onto the bed. Moans left your lips with smaller intervals, the intensity of the toy picking up.

You didn’t hear him come in and loudly complain about Gareth. Moaning his name became your one and only priority and only when you suddenly felt a pair of lips wrap around your free nipple, your eyes opened. You were so close when he kissed you feverishly, tongues fighting for dominance as his hand wandered down to your core. With a quick but sudden motion he swatted the vibrator away, leaving it to gently buzz elsewhere on the bed. The helpless whimper that left you would have left him feeling guilty if he hadn’t already planned to blow your mind. He wandered down with ease to take over what he had taken away moments before and with only his tongue he managed to give you the most intense orgasm you had had in weeks. He overstimulated you a little until you begged him to stop and something told you he was punishing you for continuing on your own.

“Eddie, please,” you whimpered, hand tugging on his hair not too gently. He smirked and kissed his way back up your body until he could lay down next to you at eye level. His eyes met yours, hand coming up to smooth down your hip. The buzzing of the vibrator entered his mind again and he briefly scowled as he reached back to turn it off.

“What do you have that I don’t, huh?” He mumbled to the vibrator as he moved it around in his hand. He couldn’t help but wonder about it all. A smile played on your lips.

“You should try it. I bet it can feel good for you too.”

Eddie turned his head in surprise, cheeks heating up as he put the vibrator back down on the bed. It was as if you had read his mind.

“Uh…”

“If you want to, of course. I mean… it’s pretty great but if it’s not your thing—”

Eddie shook his head a little too eagerly for someone who had never thought about using a vibrator on himself. You figured as much, with all the “subtle” questions he’d had about it.

“No, no, I want to, I just… I thought maybe you’d find it… weird?” he said hesitantly, trying to avoid your gaze a little.

“Why would I find it weird?”

A shrug.

“Because.”

“Baby, I’d find it hot.”

Eddie lifted his head again, looking at you for sincerity. To make sure you weren’t making fun of him. He knew you wouldn’t, you would never. But still.

“Really?” He sounded hopeful and it was at that moment you were certain he had been curious for a while. You took his hand in his and nodded.

“Really. So hot. Wanna see you fall apart when you use it. Maybe… I could use it on you sometime. But you should probably explore yourself first, I think.” you told him softly. His fingers pressed against yours until they slid between the gaps and he sighed, eyes on your interlocked hands.

“Dunno about that. I kinda like the idea of you being with me, guiding me through it or whatever.” He was properly blushing now and he looked quite endearing.

“Baby. I’d love nothing more.”

His shoulders sagged in relief and he gave you the sweetest kiss.

“Alright, then I really want to try it.”

FIN

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[eddiemunsonw]

Uninvited, not unwelcome

Steddie x fem!reader

Summary: Steve takes you to Skull Rock for some sweet pleasure of his own, however... he isn't the only one enjoying your lips around his cock.

CW/Disclaimer: Mostly Steve x fem!reader with more subtle hints of Steddie and Eddie x fem!reader, schmutty smut

Author's note: Why pick one if you can have both, right?

Words: 1444

“Skull Rock, really?” you huffed, despite the fact that it made you feel a little giddy inside to be one of the girls Steve had taken to “his spot”. You would have felt more insecure about his active sex life from the past if you hadn’t been going steady for two years and a couple months now.

Steve giggled as his hands skimmed over your waist while he closed in from behind. You were still walking, mind you. He had been very jittery and giggly all the way down there. Oh, and touchy. His hands hadn’t left your body for a second ever since he picked you up.

“It’s to make it official, you know? Sealing the deal.”

“I thought we made it official two years ago?”

“Well, yes, but I mean… it’s like a bucket list thing. I wanna have sex with you in so many places, this is just one of them.”

“My god Steve you’re so romantic right now,” you said as a chuckle escaped you.

“I’ll be romantic tomorrow,” Steve mumbled against your neck where he left kisses as far as he could reach with you still continuing to walk. It wasn’t easy with how close his feet followed and how his hands were currently exploring your front. “Right now I’m just really horny and I really really need you.”

“I can feel that,” you mumbled dryly, even though the hard length that pushed between your ass cheeks was the very reason your panties had gathered a wet spot.

“You gonna help me out?”

“I’d like to think of it as a mutual service.”

“Oh yeah, it’ll be your turn next baby. I just don’t wanna come into my pants from eating you out this time.”

“This time? Oh wait! Oh but that was hot.”

“You licking up the aftermath even hotter. But, not today.”

“Mhm. You should probably stop grinding into my ass if you wanna last then, big boy,” you whispered as you leaned your head back on his shoulder, giving him better access to your neck as well.

At long last, you arrived at Skull Rock and from there on it was nothing but feverish exchanges of spit as you kissed each other senseless. You angled your hips away when you felt him grinding against you and the impatient whine, followed by a meek thrust of his hips made you giggle. His jeans came undone quickly and you pulled them down as you dropped slowly to your knees. His eyes followed your every move and he wasted no second to thread his fingers through your hair to find a nice grip for later. He would let you tease him first, it was his favorite part.

Moans left his lips as you ghosted yours over his length through his boxers, a hiss leaving his lips when you exposed his cock to the cold.

“Shirt off, wanna see you,” you said softly while nuzzling the dark patch surrounding his cock before you leaned back and waited. He nearly tore his shirt off but managed to keep it whole as he threw it on the ground. He leaned back against the rock, looking down at you with parted lips as you teased his tip with your tongue.

“Please baby,” Steve whispered, really trying not to thrust his hips into your waiting lips. You took your sweet time licking around the head, pretending like you were going to take him all in but then pulling back at the last second. His moans traveled easily through the forest and anyone nearby would definitely be able to hear him. You doubted anyone would wander into the forest at this time of night, though.

“Fuck, yes just like that, fuck you take me so well,” Steve moaned, his free hand trying to grasp onto the rock but finding no secure grip. Instead, it joined his other hand into your hair. You bopped your head up and down in just the right tempo and Steve was slowly losing himself in the feeling of pure bliss.

If you hadn’t been through the things you had been through, you wouldn’t possibly be this hyper vigilant of your surroundings. However, when a branch snapped nearby, you both stilled.

“Keep going,” Steve whispered, keeping his focus on you. “That’s it baby you’re such a good girl for me, taking me all the way huh?”

You moaned around his cock and in the back of your mind you told yourself you could relax if Steve could. If either of you was aware of his surroundings, it was him. If he deemed it safe, it was okay. By the way his hips bucked you could tell that he was close. You couldn’t help but moan around him, your eyes closed with the enjoyment of pleasuring your boyfriend. Had you looked up, you would have noticed his eyes no longer being on you though. Nothing personal, really. He was just… distracted.

Distracted by the curly haired metalhead currently leaning back against a tree in the near distance, palming himself through his pants as his eyes flicked from you, to Steve and back to you again. With any other person Steve would have stopped, called the guy a pervert and shield you from vision. However… This was Eddie. The same Eddie that you both had talked about before. Your best friend Eddie. The Eddie you’d both wouldn’t mind having a threesome with.

“Fuck, baby, imagine if he was here. If Eddie was here,” Steve breathed through his nose heavily. “We could play into one of your sweet fantasies, huh? Being taken care of by both of us. Having his cock in your mouth while I take good care of your pussy?”

The softest whine alerted you of another presence and you smiled around Steve’s length. You opened your eyes just a smidge and could see how his eyes were trained to the same spot. 

“Right baby? C’mon let me hear you.”

“Mmhmfh,” you muffled around him.

“Yeah… you’d let him fuck your face, wouldn’t you? Maybe after he got your pussy ready for me with his tongue. I bet he’d be addicted to the taste. We’d have to pull him off.”

Your lips left his cock with a pop and you smiled at his surprised expression.

“I’d rather ride your face while I suck him off for a first timer I think,” you said loud enough for Eddie to hear. The glint in Steve’s eyes told you that he knew you knew Eddie was there. With the way Eddie was breathing raggedly and leaving soft noises here and there, it wasn’t really a surprise.

“Or maybe… I wanna watch him eat you out while you eat me out,” you added, winking before you wrapped your lips around him again and spread the slick around his cock with your other hand. Steve moaned towards the tree tops, head butting a little harshly against the rock. He whined when you let go again.

“Come on,” you whispered, “look at him while you come. I know you want to.”

Steve watched you hungrily and grabbed your face to set the pace himself. With a sudden urge he thrusted into your mouth, eyes lingering on the totally fucked out expression of Eddie who was now desperately tugging at his cock, one hand under his shirt to tease his nipple. Their moans mingled and so did yours when Steve thrusted faster. Your eyes rolled back and it was almost as if Eddie was already part of it, not just as a viewer. A hushed little “fuck,” alerted you of Eddie’s undoing and Steve followed soon after. You swallowed every last drop as Steve caressed your face sweetly.

“Wanna clean him up too, baby?” Steve asked softly. You nodded with more eagerness than you thought you’d have and finally turned your head towards Eddie. A moan nearly left you at the sight. Cum spread all over his stomach, shirt carrying a wet patch from holding it between his lips as he had tried to suppress his moans. Last but not least, his hungry, dazed eyes as he shuffled towards you both. Steve must have made a gesture.

Even in this darkness you could tell that Eddie was blushing when a tentative hand reached out to cup your cheek.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” he asked sincerely. He’d rather walk around with a boner for the rest of his life than do anything you didn’t want. You nodded, smiling and resting against his big palm before opening your mouth and resting your tongue against the bottom of his cock.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

FIN

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I'm kurtsworld96

Kurt Kunkle x fem!reader

Summary: You desperately need a car ride, but some bothersome asshole demands to join. Kurt notices your discomfort and well, he takes care of it.

CW/Disclaimer: Sexual harassment (not done by Kurt), murder, I guess there's some cuteness in there but it's layered with mixed feelings

Author's note: I wanted to try writing about Kurt, so this is my first (and possibly only) go at it :)

Words: 2600

All you needed was a ride. It didn’t really matter where to, as long as it was away from this place. Unfortunately, you had to give up an address. You added a random train station that was about a forty minute drive and left it at that. Soon enough, you got a notification that a Spree car was on his way. 

Driver: Kurt Kunkle. 

Car: White Toyota Prius

As if you knew one car from the other. You waited for about ten minutes which would’ve been fine if Chester, the very person you had wanted to get away from, hadn’t followed you.

“Why’d you leave, huh? We were having fun weren’t we?”

Even though you tried to ignore him, he kept asking questions similar to the first. Grabbed your arm, which you pulled out of his grip immediately. Stepped in front of you whenever you turned away, it was infuriating and also a little scary. Having him stand this close to you made you shiver and it wasn’t even cold outside. You wore a light purple summer dress with pastel sneakers and a black jacket on top that you had only put on to cover yourself from his hungry eyes. Even at two in the morning the air was still humid. 

Once the car arrived, you let go of a relieved sigh. The guy lowered his window and frowned as he spotted you both.

“Just you, right?” he asked you, turning his phone around to show you your own photo. You nodded. “Just me,” you said quickly. Chester shook his head and stopped forward.

“No, me as well. My silly girlfriend forgot to add me.” You quickly evaded the arm he tried to put around you.

“I’m not your girlfriend. Chester,” you hissed and you noticed that Kurt was listening to you attentively.

“Uhm, you’ll have to book one separately then,” Kurt told Chester. “You can go sit in the front.”

YOU NEVER LET SOMEONE SIT IN THE FRONT. WHAT IS THIS?!

Kurt’s eyes were upon you and you nodded hesitantly before walking over to the passenger side and getting in. Chester had sent a request by now which Kurt accepted and then told him to sit behind you.

“What’s wrong with the other side?”

“Someone vomited earlier today. You won’t smell it, but I wouldn’t want it to get on your clothes.”

“Alright, thanks dude. Hey, what’s up with all the cameras?”

You had noticed those too. You think you counted about six to eight cams, but it was dark so it was a little hard to be sure. Kurt smiled and pointed at his phone in front of him.

“I’m streaming for my fans! I’m kurtsworld96. You should follow me if you haven’t yet, there’s gonna be so much c-cool content!” His smile was a little reserved and almost shy. You smiled to yourself, relaxing a little now that you weren’t alone with Chester. However, once Kurt started to drive, you felt Chester’s hand glide up your leg from behind the chair, squeezing the fat of your thigh as he tried to pull your legs apart.

“Chester, stop it.”

LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE GETTING A PRIVATE SHOW KUNKIE

Kurt gnawed on his lip and sighed.

“No PDA in my car please.”

“Oh come on, what are you, a virgin?”

Kurt rolled his eyes.

“As you guys know I’m definitely not a virgin. I have a lot of experience with the P in V. But even if you haven’t, it’s okay guys. No need to feel embarrassed, it’s 2023, no one needs to lose their virginity at fourteen by a hooker because they lost a bet anymore.”

It took you a minute to realize he was talking to his audience.

“Jeez dude,” Chester laughed, “that’s so fucking specific you have to be talking from experience. Sorry dude.”

Not wasting more time, his hand pushed up under your jacket to fondle your boob and you pushed off his hand.

“Stop it! Please can we stop? I want to get out. Please keep him inside though.”

“Sorry ma’am, if I cancel the trip or change the route I might lose my five star streak. I can’t afford losing my five star streak. Sorry.”

At least he sounded mildly apologetic. Chester pulled back slightly but you knew it was only a matter of time before he would get his hands on you again.

“What do you guys think of this beat? Pretty cool right?” Kurt asked amidst an awkward silence. Chester snorted.

“If you like trash.”

“It’s nice,” you countered. Kurt smiled at you quickly before his eyes focused on the road again.

“I made it myself!”

“These are nice,” Chester mumbled as he tried to grab your thighs again.

“Chester I swear to—”

DO SOMETHING ALREADY, THIS IS BORING

“There’s free water in the back, by the way,” Kurt announced matter-of-factly, as if he didn’t just interrupt you. You weren’t thirsty, at all, but once again Chester removed his hands which was a blessing.

“If you think I’ll pretend I like your beats because you offered me free water, you’re mistaken,” Chester shrugged as he grabbed a bottle. “You want some babe?”

“No.”

A frown deepened on your face when you realized you weren’t the only one who declined. Kurt however, remained a neutral expression.

“Weirdo,” Chester mumbled under his breath as he twisted the cap and took a sip.

“Wait… where are we?” you asked softly. Only now you realized that you were driving on a dirt road, not a building in sight.

“Oh, this is a quicker route. Lots of roadblocks recently.”

It was them when Chester started to have a coughing fit, one that seemed unstoppable. You didn’t bother to turn around, found any sound coming out of him extremely annoying as it was. Suddenly, he clawed at your shoulders as he gasped for air.

 SHE IS NOT GONNA LIKE YOU KILLING HER FRIEND KURTLE

“They’re not even friends,” Kurt mumbled. You barely heard Kurt’s comment as you turned around to tell Chester to cut it out. However once you laid eyes upon him you noticed he was grasping his neck, already turning a little blue. Blindly you reached for Kurt’s shoulder, who grabbed the steering wheel a little tighter.

“He’s not well, I think he’s choking! Kurt? Stop the car!” It seemed as if Kurt wasn’t even listening to you. He hummed along to the beat, drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and seemed to laugh softly after checking his phone. Your pleas fell on deaf ears. As much as you despised Chester, you didn’t exactly wish the guy dead or anything! 

Chester grasped Kurt’s shoulder but soon fell back against the backseat unconscious without Kurt even moving an inch.

“Should’ve listened when I said no PDA. Should’ve stopped touching her.” Kurt sighed, sounding a little tired even. You watched Kurt silently as you heard him thank a viewer for a tip they gave him.

“Hell yeah kittycat69, human rights. Justice for women.”

A repeating sound signaled he was receiving more tips.

“Thanks guys, means a lot. And hey, if you haven’t yet, subscribe to my youtube account as well! It’s under the same name, kurtsworld96. See you there!”

You slowly removed your gaze from Kurt and looked back at Chester. Was he… unconscious or…? You decided to ask, although you found yourself stumbling over the easiest words. 

“Did you— Did— Is he?!”

Kurt gave you a sideway glance.

“Dead? Yeah.”

“H-How?!” You glanced at the bottle next to Chester’s limp hand and slowly sat back in your seat, eyes on Kurt’s much too calm expression, considering he just murdered someone.

“The water… that’s why you said no?” 

Kurt nodded.

“Yup. You were nice,” he responded casually, adding even the tiniest hint of a smile.

“Do you always kill people who aren’t?!” you asked incredulously. Kurt shrugged indifferently, spared you a short glance again. He always averted his eyes when you met them. You were honestly wondering how you even managed to look him in the eye right now. A murderer. You were in the passenger seat of a murderer. It made you wonder why you hadn’t even bothered to try and open the door. Maybe because you felt frozen in place, or maybe because somehow, you didn’t feel threatened just yet. Very confusing, considering the dead body behind you.

“Sometimes. It’s good for the views.”

“You kill people… for views?! How do you even get away with that?”

Kurt said nothing. Just took a turn towards what seemed to become an even more off-road journey than you had already been on.

DO SOMETHING JEEZ

“I’m going to die too, huh?” you asked softly. Kurt stilled his drumming fingers for a moment, glanced at you again and you found his gaze lingering when you looked away first this time.

“That’s usually how it goes,” Kurt mumbled softly. He sighed to himself and opened a pack of gum with one hand.

“Want one?”

“No thanks.” After the water, you couldn’t risk it.

Kurt shrugged and popped a piece of gum in his own mouth and put the rest back into his pocket. Oh. So not everything in this car was murderous, huh.

MAKE HER CRY

“I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to kill me?”

“No, I don’t want to make you cry. My fans want me to make you cry.”

“Oh.”

HOW ABOUT YOU FINISH WHAT HE STARTED?

“What are they saying now?” you asked, unable to hide your curiosity about what those twisted people were on about.

“They say I should finish what he started.”

When you automatically made yourself smaller and tried to move your body as far away from him as possible, he shook his head.

“I’m not going to, that’s insane.”

You choked out a dry laugh.

“That’s… interesting coming from someone who just murdered someone.”

“That’s justice! Hurting you wouldn’t be justice.”

Words failed to come to mind, so you tried to focus on how to get out of this situation alive. You didn’t think you really stood a chance, if you were honest. Kurt was unpredictable. Didn’t even blink when he offered Chester the water. There was no way to anticipate his next move.

You had no idea where you were when Kurt stopped the car and looked at you.

“Don’t move.”

YOU SHOULD HAVE PRETENDED TO LET HER GO AND MAKE HER RUN FOR HER LIFE. THAT’S A SHOW WE WANT TO SEE

Your eyes remained closed as you listened to Kurt dragging out Chester’s body and dumping it somewhere. There was no way you could stomach any of it and maybe, if your eyes were closed, you didn’t have to add another handful of traumatic images to your memory. For as long as you’d have said memory at least.

When Kurt joined you back in the car again he drove off right away. There was a prolonged moment of silence until Kurt turned on some other, calmer music.

WHEN ARE YOU GONNA KILL HER? I HAVE WORK TOMORROW

“I don’t know. I’m not sure if I want to but… I don’t know what else to do.”

MAKE HER YOUR BITCH

“Stop with the condescending talk, man, that’s so uncool. You gotta have respect if you want respect.”

YOU’RE A PUSSY. CAN’T EVEN GET LAID UNLESS ITS A HOOKER, LOSER

“I’M NOT— I’m not a loser.” Kurt said, breathing heavily. His hands shook a little and for whatever miraculous reason, you felt bad for him.

“Why do you even like this stuff if they’re all so mean?” you asked. You had tuned in on your phone on silent to see the comments. If Kurt thought you’d call for help, it surely didn’t bother him. Or maybe he happened to have incredible insight into human behavior and knew you weren’t going to call anyone. Maybe he knew you didn’t have much to lose, just like he did.

“I want to do something meaningful. You know, make a name for myself. I thought I’d do something like a day in the life of a Spree driver but everyone found it boring. And most people I get in my car are rude, so I thought, win-win, right? I kill them for justice, and I get views. But they’re still saying it’s boring. No one really watches my youtube videos though. I think most views are just me. I don’t want to buy views because I want to be authentic. T-The real Kurt. It took me a while to find him, you know? Kurt.”

YOU’RE DEPRESSING STOP THE LIVE

MAKES ME WANNA GAUGE MY EYES OUT AND STAB MY EARDRUMS

YOU’RE SO LAME LOSERBOY

(Y/N) just followed you

Kurt turned his head to the side, eyes wide with shock. This was the most emotion you’d seen on him aside from his earlier slip up.

“Y-You followed me?”

“Yeah. Sounds like you just need a little support,” you mumbled. You meant it. As twisted as everything he was doing was, you could sense that he wasn’t inherently bad. He wasn’t a psychopath, rather than a broken guy with no support system. Blame it on your savior complex, but the line you usually reserved for fictional characters, you just applied to him. I could fix him.

Not fix him entirely, probably. But maybe, maybe if you showed him kindness, he could see that there were more ways to achieve his goals than resort to horrible measures. It was difficult to explain and if you ever made it out of this car alive, you probably wouldn’t tell a soul. You just wanted to try.

“Thanks, that means a lot, Y/N! Will you watch my videos?”

“I’ll watch them all if I… well, survive.”

THIS IS THE WEIRDEST LIVE I’VE EVER BEEN ON

SO FUCKING DESPERATE

SHE’S JUST SAYING SHIT SO YOU DON’T KILL HER

KILL HER ALREADY

DON’T TELL ME YOU’RE IN LOOOOVE LOSERBOY

FUCK HER THEN KILL HER

OR KILL HER THEN FUCK HER

Kurt read through all the comments and bit his lip hard enough for it to bleed. You stayed silent as you read along, noticed the many insults he received and the twisted things people wanted him to do while they probably sat in the comfort of their own bedroom, unaffected. Suddenly, the screen went black.

kurtsworld96 ended the livestream

When you looked up, he was already looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place. He seemed to struggle with what to say, which seemed surprising with how talkative he seemed earlier, talking about his dreams.

“You stopped the live?” you asked softly, unsure what was going to happen now. Kurt nodded, averted his eyes again.

“Why?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“I think there are some things… that I don’t want everyone to see.”

Before you could ask what he meant, you felt his warm hand enclose yours. He was a little sweaty, even. You froze, but he made no move to do anything else. Hesitantly, you moved your hand around, making him flinch and nearly pull his hand away until he felt your hand gently squeeze his. There was no way this was normal, but then again, had you ever been normal? Kurt relaxed in his seat, his thumb moving to caress your hand in silence. You allowed yourself to take a good look at him. His dark brown hair, though it could use some styling, framed his face nicely after running his hand through it. His lips a rosy pink. Eyes a warm hazel.

There was something about him and for some reason, you wanted more.

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