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[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

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[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Jesus Christ! Are you fucking kidding me? What a glorious piece of filth to wake up to this morning! 🥵🥴😵‍💫

sweet girl

Paring: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You and Steve are held captive in a bunker under Starcourt, forced to admit secrets and expose yourselves to one another to stay alive.

WC: 6k+

CW/Tags: enemies to lovers, fuck or die trope, dub/non-con (depends on how u view it), language, pet names, somno, toys, oral (f receiving), PiV (unprotected) rough sex, brief anal play, dacryphilia, spit play, cum play, degradation, humiliation, etc.

A/N: okay. fair warning. this is probably one of the dumbest things i wrote back in the height of covid’s initial quarantine (because being stuck inside for too long did a number on us all) but it exists, and i got tired of seeing it in my drafts, so hopefully some of y’all like it too lmao

Steve can’t remember how he got here.

There’s an ache, constant but distant, stretched across the features of his face, spreading across his torso and fading into the rest of his body, but he can barely feel it. Only if he focuses hard enough.

Right now, Steve would rather focus on you, instead.

You, gliding your wet core against his thigh as he tenses up his muscles every now and then, smirking at the whines you squeak out when he does. You, gripping onto Steve’s shoulders tightly, fingers digging into his skin while he just sits back and watches. You, practically glowing from the sheen of sweat across your features, sealing in the blush that’s crept across your cheeks long ago.

Steve’s definitely more interested in you right now.

His eyes rake over your body as your breasts bounce while grinding against his thigh. He drinks in the way your lips part and eyes roll back while the slick from your cunt drips down his leg. 

All Steve wants right now is to touch you, but he can’t. His arms are stuck to his sides and he can’t figure out why. He wants to run his hands across your soft skin, wants to play with your tits and suck on them, wants to make you moan more and more with every teasing move… and he can’t.

A flash of the ache, sharper, closer now, blurs his vision. He winces, trying to focus back on you, back on how good you look coming undone on his thigh, but again, he can’t.

A sob ripples through you, breaking the string of moans, and Steve’s brows furrow at the noise. He goes to speak, to ask if you’re alright, but his mouth won’t open. It feels too… too heavy to open. A wave of fatigue washes over him, slowly making the rest of his body feel heavy, too.

Slowly, your whimpers transform from ones of need to ones of despair. The slight change in tone alarms Steve, and the vision of you in front of him begins to fade in and out.

He tries moving his arms, but they don’t budge. He attempts speaking again, and still, his mouth won’t open, but a closed mouth groan erupts from his chest the harder he tries.

The harder he tries, though, the more intense the pain grows for Steve. It spreads like lightning within his head, nearly blinding him. 

Another sob slips past your lips, but this one teeters on the line of sounding desperate for help, or desperate for… something else.

“Steve…”

Voice still stuck in his throat, he tries his hardest still to say something, anything. A raspy groan finally pushes past his lips.

“Steve? God, I’m—“ You whimper, catching Steve’s attention as his vision continues to blur and fade out, his surroundings growing dark. “— I’m so sorry.”

The pain envelops him now, gripping Steve in a grim reminder of the reality he faced earlier, all rushing back to him so quickly.

The secret Russian base under Starcourt. Getting separated from the group as you and Steve held off the guards from chasing your friends. The guards locking you and Steve away in separate rooms. The… the screams that echoed down the hall from your room to his, and the way he threatened the guards in front of him that if they ever laid a finger on you, they’d be dead.

They responded with a couple of sucker punches, one good hook to the eye, along with roughing up the rest of Steve. That’s all he could remember before it all grew dark.

When Steve woke up, it seemed too good to be true. You’d never fuck around with him beyond his dreams. No, the two of you hated each other in reality. The summer was spent trying not to kill each other while working in the same mall. Empty threats and death glares were common whenever the two of you crossed paths.

What you didn’t know was how much Steve actually liked you. A crush he tried pushing aside that only grew by the days that passed by, turning into nights he spent waking up covered in sweat and his own arousal.

It was a dream, the good part, at least. As Steve begins to come to, he remembers everything.

So… why can he still hear your whines and whimpers? Feel the movements of you rocking your hips against his thigh?

“Steve, If you wake up… do- don’t look, okay?” You whimper as a sigh shudders through you. Curiosity tugged Steve further awake, though.

Another sigh echoes around him, and he wants to open his eyes despite your warning, but one of his eyes is swollen shut. Still, he pushes himself to open the good eye, the dim lighting of the room barely helping him adjust to his surroundings.

Steve notices the nearly empty room, first. The giant mirror takes up the one wall across from him, and in the dim lights, he squints when he notices movement above him. He first sees the blood covering him, his face swollen in agonizing pain. His gaze falls to the chair he’s in, slowly noticing restraints holding him tight to the back of the chair. Panic floods through him as his vision grows steadier, finally adjusting to the shitty lighting.

A figure is straddling him, moving against him, but he can’t feel them. Not fully. Only a second of questioning lasts before a moan tumbles from your lips, realization hitting him like a truck—

Steve spins his head back to the front, eyes falling on you while his jaw hits the floor. His heart nearly beats out of his chest as he notices you’re fully naked, skin prickling with shame and a sheen of sweat covering your body.

Steve’s eyes fall to his leg, the one you’re riding, just like in his dream. Only, he’s still in his Scoops uniform, with some kind of device strapped to his leg. One you’re furiously rubbing and bouncing against: a strap on, secured to his thigh.

You’re looking away, tears pricking at your eyes; you know how wrong this is, but you can’t silence the pleasure building within you. Curiosity tempting you, your gaze flicks back to Steve, only to see him watching you in disbelief, swollen lips parted as he began matching your panting with his own.

“Steve— I- I can explain—“

A sharp click and whiny feedback echo through the room, startling the both of you before a voice with a Russian accent follows. “I see your friend is awake, now it’s time to play.”

Steve can’t take his eyes off of you, wondering if this was what started his dream, wondering how the fuck the two of you got into a situation like this.

He watches as you shake your head urgently, clamping your eyes shut. 

“I- I can’t,” You blurt out, hips slowing down. “I won’t!”

“You don’t want us to finish the job.” The voice counters. “Why did you stop? You know what will happen to you both if you stop.”

Tears slip down your face as you open your eyes, daring to look at Steve. He gives a look, almost silently pleading with you to listen to the guards.

“Whatever you have to do,” Steve whispers, hoping it’s quiet enough not to be picked up on whatever communication system they have in the room. “Do it.”

“Steve, I- I’m so sorry— ”

The voice cuts back in, booming against the walls, “NOW!”

“I want us to be safe,” Steve whispers, gulping before he bounces his leg gently, slightly thrusting the toy up into you. You squeak out reluctantly, but it did feel good, especially with Steve’s attention on you. “I’m here, it’s okay.”

It’s not okay, though. Steve is still fighting off the exhaustion of unconsciousness, still trying to get a grip on the reality before him, but is coming up short with rationalizing in any other way that doesn’t have a terrible outcome for the both of you.

You take a deep breath before rolling your hips again, your leg between Steve’s thighs softly brushing against his bulge, quickly growing hard. You glance at him, eyes narrowing.

“You like this, don’t you?” You breathe, slowly lifting your hips up on the dildo— a difficult feat with your hands bound behind your back— before gently bringing yourself back down. A groan escapes your lips as the toy reaches deep inside you.

Steve scrambles to say something, at a loss for words, before feeling your own slick drip down the dildo and onto his leg. He glances down at the mess you’re making before glancing back at you. 

“You’re one to talk, sweetheart,” Steve bites back, causing your cheeks to flush a shade red deeper. “Look at- at this… mess you’re making on me.”

You whine and throw your head back, grinding your hips down as you take the entire toy within you while your clit brushes against his leg ever so gently. 

“I’m supposed to be— ” A moan slips out, stealing your sentence. “I- I have to make you feel humiliated, Harrington.”

The grave situation the two of you are in is slowly falling away, when all Steve can see is you. He smirks, though it blooms pain across his face, but he powers through it.

“That so?”

“They… god… they want me to kiss you and I- I can’t-“

“Are you afraid it’ll hurt me?” Steve wonders, and you shake your head as you try rolling your eyes, but they roll back into your head as he stiffens his leg again, thrusting the toy into you again. 

“I- I don’t give a shit about th- that, Harrington. That’s what they want.” You whine, glancing over at the mirror. The sight of you riding Steve’s thigh was insanely hot, but you were distracted by the guards beyond the mirror watching you. “You know I hate you.”

Steve chuckles humorlessly, “Do you? Because your cunt seems to say otherwise.”

You brush your leg against Steve’s erection, earning a groan out of him. “Seems like your cock says otherwise, too.”

Steve grunts, trying to shift in his seat, desperate to feel any friction against his length. His gaze grows soft, his good eye growing doe-like as he stares at you needily.

“Please,” Steve rasps out. “Let me help you through this. When we make it out of here, no one has to know, I promise.”

You stare at him for a moment, waiting for him to admit he’s joking, that it’s hilarious how pathetic you look riding a plastic cock strapped to him. He doesn’t. He doesn’t say anything to build the doubt, just waits patiently for your answer while you continue rocking yourself against him.

“Fine,” You finally agree, but as you lean closer to Steve’s face, you stop just as your foreheads touch, whispering, “Are you okay?”

Steve licks his lips as he looks at yours, nodding, “Aside from being nearly beaten to death, I’m fucking great. You?”

You blush with eyes wide, “Not the way I wanted to admit my feelings… but I guess it’ll do.”

You surge forward, lips catching Steve’s, and he whimpers into the kiss, mainly from the pain. At first, he can feel tears building in his eyes, the sting lasting longer than he expected… but he kind of likes it. A sigh shudders through him as the hurt turns him on even more.

“Looks like your friend is into pain, too.” The voice chimes in, and you bite softly on Steve’s bottom lip before tugging gently. He moans, louder this time. “Show him what you’ve got, sweet girl.”

Steve pulls away abruptly before glaring at the mirror for a moment, then back at you, trying to catch his breath.

 “Fuck that, they can’t call you that. You’re mine.”

The sudden possessive demeanor catches you off guard, sending shivers up your spine. Steve slams his thigh against your core, and you cry out as the toy hits your sweet spot just right.

Before you can catch your breath, Steve thrusts the dildo into you again, and your mouth falls open in a silent scream. Your eyes roll back into your head and you feel dizzy from the extreme pleasure.

“Taking it so well, sweetheart.” Steve murmurs, leaning forward as best as he can to kiss your neck. You whimper as you continue bouncing on the strap, matching Steve’s thrusts.

Steve’s lips latch onto your skin, sucking and nipping at the sensitive spots in the crook of your neck. You brush your leg against his rock hard bulge, and Steve whines against your skin, responding with another harsh slam into you.

“M- more… ” You weakly mumble. Steve chuckles darkly at the request.

“Wish I could do more, sweetheart.” He grumbles into your skin, dipping his mouth lower to your chest. A gasp escapes you as you feel his tongue flick out against your nipple. “You look so pretty when you’re fucked out.”

All you can manage to get out is another long, drawn out whine, desperate to be able to touch Steve, to have him ruin you in return. The grave situation you’re both in almost melts away around you from the intense pleasure, but every now and then the static over the speakers reminds you you’re not alone.

Following the thought, the door clicks open, startling you from the forced bliss you were in. You feel Steve stiffen underneath you, but still he continues to keep his pace while bouncing his leg for you.

“Hm…” A guard you haven’t seen before, one with a thicker Russian accent spoke up as he took slow, agonizing steps towards the two of you. “It seems we’ve underestimated your friend.”

The guard circles the tangled mess of you and Steve, stopping as he ends up behind you. His hands wander from your shoulders, slowly caressing your arms, and you clamp your eyes shut in disgust.

“H- hey! Hands off of them!” Steve snaps, but the guard only laughs. Steve feels anger, white hot, building within him. 

The guard circles back around to Steve, and your eyes open back up cautiously. You feel yourself almost relax as his touch leaves you, but tense back up as you watch the guard lean behind Steve.

“Wh- wait- what are you doing?” You ask as you panic. The guard smirks before the sound of metal hitting the floor echoes out against the cold, empty walls. 

A beat of silence follows; with a swift motion, the guard pulls a syringe out from god knows where, plunging the needle into the side of Steve’s neck, catching him by surprise.

You gasp in horror as Steve cringes and hollers in pain, feeling helpless only being able to watch. It only lasts a moment before his head lolls forward onto your chest.

“What the fuck are you doing to him?!” You rasp out, tugging at the restraints your arms were still tightly bound in. Your eyes fall to Steve’s head resting on your chest, panicking as you wonder if he’s even still alive. 

He leans down to Steve’s ear, dangerously close to you, as his eyes are still locked with yours. “Don’t disappoint us.”

The guard backs up, slipping out the door, leaving you stunned and confused. Panic continued to build in your chest; all pleasure had left your body as you worried for Steve’s safety.

“What just-“ Your eyes dart from the door, then to Steve, repeating a few more times. “- What just happened? Steve? Are you okay?”

For a moment, Steve is still silent. You hold your breath, hopeful to hear his own breathing if you listen closely enough, but your heartbeat is painfully loud in your ears. 

It’s only a minute, maybe even less, but it feels like an eternity passes before you hear Steve groan. You sigh in relief.

“Oh my god, Steve,” You gasp, pushing yourself forward to try and push him off your chest. “Steve, wake up. Stay with me.”

A shaky breath rattles out of Steve before he speaks up, voice barely above a whisper. “You… you want… this… right?”

You nearly choke on air, trying to keep up with the whirlwind of emotions attached to the events unfolding in this underground base. 

“What do you mean?” You dare to ask. 

“I- I don’t think— I don’t know what that was, b- but I don’t feel s’good…” Steve breathes, voice wavering. 

Your brows furrow at Steve’s words. “You’re not making sense, Steve. What did they give you—”

You feel the words die in your throat as large, warm hands grip your hips. Steve slowly pulls his head up, flashing a devious smirk your way that makes your heart drop into your stomach.

The restraints holding Steve back had been undone, and whatever the fuck they injected into his veins had a strong hold over him now.

With gritted teeth, Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before looking at you once more. “Tell me- tell— tell me you’re okay with this-“

“With what Steve?” You counter, still lost. “What are you— look. Just untie me, we can get out of here if we stick together.”

Gaze still fixated on you, Steve’s fingers dig into your skin, gripping you with a desire that reflects in his eyes. 

“Not yet, sweetheart.” Steve murmurs, licking his swollen lips as his hands wander up your body, fingers splayed out as far as they can reach. “We’re just getting started.”

Frozen stiff— from fear or desire, you weren’t quite sure— you can only watch as Steve’s touch reaches your breasts, wasting no time in kneading. You melt into his touch, groaning, and it only tugs at the ends of his smirk even more.

Steve’s lips crash against yours, this time with more desperation and passion. You hear him whimper into your mouth as his tongue parts your lips, probably from the pain he still felt. Still, he pushes past the discomfort, massaging your tongue with his slowly.

You feel the slick of arousal build back up between your legs again, dripping down the strap still inside of you. It seems both you and Steve become aware of it again at the same time, because as you remember it’s presence, he bounces his leg up against your core.

Steve’s hands grip your hips again, guiding you as you ride the toy still strapped to his leg. A loud moan escapes you while Steve watches you with a heightened hunger.

“Y’get so wet so easily,” Steve husks, groaning as you work to build the pleasure back up within you again. “I bet you’d feel so fucking good and tight.”

Your stomach flips, but you’re so exhausted at this point, you can’t find the right words to keep up your end of the dirty talk. 

“Such a filthy girl, too.” Steve groans, leaning down to kiss your chest. He trails sloppy kisses across your skin before reaching a nipple, teasing with his mouth as he did before. “Fucking a toy to save our lives.”

You speed your hips up at his words, despite the ache growing in your legs, barely holding you up. If it wasn’t for Steve holding onto you, you’re sure you’d collapse onto the floor.

“And you thought they wanted you to humiliate me?” Steve laughs sharply into your skin before biting the sensitive bud in his mouth. “Look at you, being forced to ride my leg— an inanimate object on my leg, and you’ve been dripping to the fucking floor.”

“Steve…. ” you whine while panting.

“Tell me what you want, sweet girl.” Steve encourages at first, but his eyes grow dark as he grips your throat with one hand, teasing with your breath. “C’mon, use that cocky mouth you were running all summer. You had no problem telling me how much you hate me, honey. Why so quiet now?”

The combination of the exhaustion and the way Steve is talking to you begins to make you grow weak, overcome by pleasure, and you begin to drool on yourself a bit. Steve barks out a laugh, turned on and disgusted.

“Jesus, you’re filthy.” Steve said lowly, removing his hand from your throat before slapping your face. “Don’t act cock-drunk yet, you’re not even fucking the real thing.”

While panting, you manage to get out, “I… want it.”

Steve’s brows quirk up, knowing exactly what you’re talking about but he doesn’t give in so easily. His hand snakes down between the two of you, fingers immediately reaching for your soaking, wet core.

You jolt at the sensation of Steve’s fingers on your clit, rubbing in painstakingly slow circles. You buck your hips, trying to add pressure, but Steve laughs lowly and pulls his hand back, barely touching your clit.

As you whine in desperation, Steve asks, “What do you want?”

Drained, you let your head loll forward, resting against Steve’s shoulder as your hips began to slow and stutter. Your panting is shallow as you feel exhaustion begin to grip you tightly.

Steve groans, shoving his shoulder forward to try and push you off, but to no avail; your forehead still rested on him, feeling your eyes growing heavy.

Again, Steve groans, almost like he’s… fighting with himself. A few moments pass until he strains out, “... You- you can’t s-stop…”

“... Hm?” You hold onto consciousness for dear life, both metaphorically and physically speaking. 

Steve tucks his face into your neck, bouncing his leg softly, fucking the toy up into you, keeping you awake as you moan weakly.

“Let— let me take over,” he murmurs into your skin before kissing it gently. The soft touch of his lips against your neck sends shivers across your body. “D- do you trust me?”

“Y- yes, Steve,” You answer honestly, though still in a daze.

“Just— ” Steve forces out through gritted teeth before his mouth opens again, tongue darting out sharply to your skin before he bites down roughly. You cry out, feeling slightly alert again. “Ha- hang on for me, okay? I’ll take care of you… just hang on, can y’do that?”

As he waited for an answer, Steve began biting your neck again, sucking on the sensitive skin and soothing over the pain tingling across with his tongue. You groaned loudly in response.

“I need to- to hear you, babe,” Steve murmurs into your skin before biting once more, harder than the last time. You cry out at the sharp sensation. “Th- they’ll hurt us if— fuck!”

Steve inhales sharply, gripping into your skin with more force. You cry out at the pain as he shakes before crying out himself.

Whatever the guard gave him, he was able to fight off for a moment, but now it was just sinking deeper into his veins, taking full control again.

It’s probably too late at this point, but you still manage to blurt out, “I- I- I want you! I want you, Steve!”

Steve chuckles darkly into your neck before slowly licking a stripe up your skin, leading to your ear, panting heavily into it. “I know you do, sweetheart.”

In a quick, swift motion, Steve pulls you off of the toy while standing up, spinning you around before forcing your front against the nearest wall. Even through the roughness, the cool, metallic surface feels welcoming against your flushed skin.

With one hand, Steve holds you firmly by the back of your neck while he undoes the clasp of the strap around his leg, letting the toy fall to the floor. He quickly pushes his shorts down as best as he can with one hand before pressing himself against your backside.

You moan sinfully as you feel him, rock hard against your ass. Steve pants heavily while reaching around to your chest, groping your tits roughly.

“Mnph… S- Steve, please—”

One of his large hands reaches down to your ass, smacking harshly, earning a sharp cry from you again.

“You’ll take what I give you,” His voice is gravelly, serious. “Understood?”

You nod quickly, both startled and aroused. “Y- yes, Steve.”

“Good girl.”

Slowly, Steve kisses down your back, down your arms still bound behind you, before kneeling as he reaches your backside. You shiver under each, sloppy, wet kiss he leaves behind as he inches further and further down.

As he reaches the swell of your ass, he begins biting into the skin, gently, then gradually with more force as moves down. 

“Spread your legs, babe.” Steve murmurs as he pushes your feet apart. He grabs you by the ankles, pulling you from the wall a bit, and you hold yourself up as best as you can with your upper body still against the surface.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck this tight, sweet cunt so bad,” Steve groans into your skin, hooking his arms around your thighs, pulling your ass closer to his face. “But I wanna taste you so much more.”

A breath shudders out of you before Steve kisses your soaked folds lightly. He sucks slowly on your folds before delving his tongue between them, collecting your arousal onto his lips.

You push your ass out further, desperate to feel more of Steve’s mouth on you, and greedily responds by sucking roughly on your clit. 

“Oh… oh, fuck,” Your moans begin to fill the empty space around the two of you. Steve groans into your skin, vibrations adding to the pleasure he’s creating with his tongue. “M- more… god!”

Steve pulls back, laughing at your desperation while you whine. “Jesus Christ, I knew you wanted me, but you’re such a needy fuckin’ slut.” 

He falls silent for a moment before spreading your cheeks and spitting onto your tight hole. You gasp in shock, knees growing weak as you feel Steve tease a finger around your entrance.

“Y’know, I bet your mouth would feel so good around my cock…” Steve mumbles before spitting again, spreading the saliva around your skin before slowly pushing a finger into your tight ring. Your eyes roll back in your head. “It’s a better use than you running it all the fuckin’ time. God— some days I just wanted to- to push you to your knees and shove my cock down your throat to shut you up.”

At this point you feel yourself begin drooling onto your body again, and Steve notices the mess trailing down onto the wall in front of you.

“Filthy slut… such a filthy, dirty girl,” Steve groans, slowly fingering your ass. “You’re gonna cum for me before I fuck your brains out, understand?”

Before you can answer, Steve’s lips are back on your core, flicking his tongue against your clit with precision. All that tumbles out of your mouth are breathy moans. 

You look down to the floor and see Steve look up at you, position switched as he’s eating you out from the front, still fingering your ass and groping your cheek with his free hand. Though you can only see his eyes, you can tell he’s smirking while watching you come undone above him.

Steve adds a second finger into your cunt while groaning at how wet you are, how easily his digit slides in. Your head spins as he continues to finger fuck both your holes while lapping away at your clit. Your legs begin to shake, and Steve lets out a breathy laugh from between your thighs.

“M’close…” You whimper, flexing your wrists as far as you could between the restraints; you wanted nothing more than to pull on Steve’s hair right now, make him moan.

“Already?” Steve asks, pulling back from your core with his chin and lips glistening. He’s flashing a fake, mocking pout up at you. The sight makes your pussy throb as he continues fingering you. “I just started playing with you, babe.”

In your desperation to reach the high you’ve been chasing this whole time, you whine out, “I- I promise, you can do as much as you want— whenever you want!”

His tongue flicks lightly across your clit, but pulls back, leaving you whining in disappointment. “Yeah? This your truce? You finally gonna admit you’ve always liked me?”

You roll your eyes and huff, “Steve, no- now’s not the time—”

“Admit it.” Steve orders, voice low before he spits onto your cunt. You groaned at the sensation of his spit rolling over your clit, adding to the wetness from your arousal. “Admit you’ve always liked me. You’ve always had the hots for me, always wanted to fuck me—”

“Steve!”

“Sorry, right, you wanted me to fuck you.” Steve teases, driving you mad at this point. His fingers begin to slow, barely fucking you. “Just say the words, sweetheart, and I’ll let you cum.”

Taking a few deep breaths and rolling your eyes, you give in. 

“Fine! Fine, okay!” You yelp out, twitching when Steve sucks on your clit for a second before pulling back again. You felt like you were going to die if you didn’t finally climax.

Which… yeah, that was technically the truth down here.

“Fine? Okay? What’s fine and okay, babe?”

You huff, ready to slam your thighs together on his irritating, cocky, pretty head. For a quick second, you almost do, but you remember neither of you are making it out of this room until the both of you climax, all for the guards’ pleasure.

This is so fucked up.

“God- fucking—”You pause as Steve leans back in to spit again, and a moan tumbles out of you. “— yes, okay, I- I- like you, Steve!”

Smirking, he leans in to swirl his tongue around your sensitive bud, just enough to feel good, but not enough to reach that high. 

“And?”

“And- and- and I really like you, and always have,” You begin to stutter out. Steve’s tongue continues its pace. “I’ve always thought you were— oh, god- you— I want you to fu- fuck me, Steve. Please.”

Sickeningly sweet, he responds, “Anything for you, sweet girl,” before delving into your folds again, fully focusing his attention on the spot you needed him the most. 

His fingers pick up speed again, and you’re thankful he’s got a good grip on your legs, or you’re certain you’d fall over by now.

You can’t stop the noises from escaping your lips as he continues his pace on ruining your body in the best ways possible. He hums into your core; the vibrations push you closer to the edge and your eyes close in bliss.

It’s only a moment longer before you’re shaking, orgasm ripping through your body while stars explode behind your lids. Mouth falling open in a silent scream, you feel yourself really let go. You swear, you’ve never felt this good by anyone before, not even your own actions on lonely nights.

Finally, a scream leaves your body in ecstasy, and Steve’s moans nearly match yours as he watches you reach your high above him.

“Fuck... that’s so... hot.” He rasps out. You open your eyes to his words to find his face covered in the aftermath of your high.

You feel embarrassment as heat creeps along your face in shame. “Oh- oh my god… Steve, I’m so sorry- I- I- didn’t even know I could do that-“

Steve licks his lips as they twist into a smirk up at you, pulling himself back along with his hand out of you. You whine at the loss and shiver as you watch him suck on his fingers, groaning around them.

A blush creeps across his face as he breaks through the haze of the drug again, only for a moment, but you don’t miss it.

“I- you— don’t apologize,” Steve says meekly, running a hand through his hair, also damp as well from the sweat and your climax. “That- that was my fucking dream—”

You almost laugh at how dorky he sounds, but notice how he tenses up again. His breathing becomes shallow as he winces, trying to fight it off.

“Steve,” You call out, worried. “We just have to finish and then we’re out of here, okay? You- you have to help me out here, I can’t move well with my hands still tied.”

Steve struggles at first to get to his feet, letting the substance in his body regain control again, but he manages to stand up between you and the wall. You’re more aware now than you ever have been of how he towers over you, shivering as he looks at you like you’re some sort of prey.

“You’ve been so good for me,” Steve says as he pushes a strand of hair from your face gently. His touch is soft, almost too soft for the way he’s been acting tonight. “I’ll let you pick the way you want me to fuck you.”

You gulp sharply, before responding with no hesitation, “Against the wall.”

Steve smirks, laughing lowly. “You were just against it, sweetheart.”

“I- I- yeah, I know,” You agree, blushing. Steve’s hand slowly cards through your hair before tugging, causing you to whine. “I mean like— my back against the wall. I- I wanna see you when you cum inside me, Steve.”

Steve groans and in a flash, he’s pulling you by your hair, slamming you against the wall. You gasp at the sudden movement, watching as Steve quickly pulls his clothes off before pressing himself against you. 

Your heart sinks at the sight of more injuries across his body, blooming in radiant shades of purples and reds and blues. Steve slams his mouth against yours in a rough, quick kiss, pulling you from your worries of him. There’d be plenty of time later to clean up and care for each other.

He hoists you up by your legs, holding you tight as you’re balanced up against the wall. Steve looks between your bodies before spitting between them, coating his swollen cock in the makeshift lube.

“Please…” You whimper as Steve runs the head of his cock up and down your folds teasingly. He smirks at you before plunging in all at once, shuddering out a breathy moan of his own.

You heard the rumors back in school; you knew Steve was somewhat decent in bed, you just had no fucking clue he was packing the length and girth he had. Your head falls against his shoulder, biting the skin to hold back a scream as he stretches you out.

Steve’s brows furrow slightly before forcing out, “You… you… okay?”

You hum and nod in response, rasping out, “Move.”

Steve’s hips roll slowly into yours at first; you can tell he’s trying so hard to go easy on you. The real Steve would’ve wanted this first time to be slow and soft, still where he’s dominant, but caring and gentle. But, he’s not in control right now.

You, on the other hand… you’re not sure if you could say the same about your desires for the first time with Steve. 

As he moves in and out of you with ease, pushing against your slick walls, you feel his cock twitch a little already.

“Whoa… you gonna cum this soon?”

Steve’s eyes turn dark as he slams into you. “Sh- shut up.”

Your stomach flips at the change back to this dominant, rough demeanor, and decide to push it further.

“Aww, is Steve gonna finish faster than I did?” You tease, and Steve’s pace picks up, slamming into you harder. You cry out, watching his expression turn frustrated.

“I said, shut up.” Steve spits, fucking you harder. Your eyes begin to roll back into your head.

“What? Can’t handle being teased, Stevie?” You continue to mock him, enjoying the way he’s reacting to it. “Don’t you like it? Don’t you— ”

Steve pulls you away from the wall and out of you before he shoves you towards the chair. As you stumble onto it, Steve unlatches the restraints, letting your hands fall to the back of the chair just in time to hold you up.

Bent over, Steve smacks your ass roughly before slamming back into you. You lurch forward and cry out again before he begins his steady, rough pace into you again.

“You’re such a fucking brat. Such a filthy, insatiable, brat.” Steve growls through gritted teeth, pounding into you relentlessly. 

All you can do is continue to let your moans echo against the metallic walls in response.

Steve’s hands reach around to your face, gripping you for a moment before opening your mouth, hooking his fingers into your cheeks. You begin drooling all over yourself as he pulls at your mouth while continuing to rail you.

Again, all you can do is cry out… and make a terrible mess with your spit.

“God- fuck-“ Steve groans out, rutting into you mercilessly. “I- I’m gonna— where do you—”

“In me!” You manage to yell out around his fingers still in your mouth.

Steve’s breath hitches as he fights the drug again. “You… are you…sure?” His hands fall from your face and grip your hips tightly.

“I’ve never been so fucking sure of anything in my life,” You hurry out, gripping onto the chair while your knuckles grew white. You moan out sinfully, “Fill me up, Steve.”

Almost on command, Steve releases into you, coating your walls with his arousal while sloppily thrusting any energy he has left into you.

He feels like his high shoots him straight up to the stars. Even if it was fueled by that nasty mystery drug, it doesn’t matter to him. Not in the moment as your cunt milks out every last drop from him, just like he always dreamed of.

As you try to catch your breath, you rest your head onto your hands on top of the chair, closing your eyes as you feel him inside you. Steve slowly pulls out, groaning at the loss of you squeezing him, as you do the same at the loss of him inside you.

“Fuck… Steve….”

“I- did I just- did we just-“ 

You look back to see Steve, back to his doe-eyed, slightly shyer, dorkier self, blushing as he looks back at you. He can’t tell if he wants to cry or laugh this whole thing off, and you can sense the conflict in his feelings.

“Steve- it’s okay. We’re okay, I promise.” You pant out as you search his face, watching the real him break through.

 His eyes fall to your cunt, dripping from your mixed juices, and he groans as he palms himself before dropping to his knees. As he grips your thighs, you gasp in surprise while feeling his tongue run run up your folds slowly, lapping up every last drop. 

You shiver and twitch from the overstimulation, still shaky from your orgasm from earlier.

“Fuck. Fuck.” You breathe out, exhausted and in disbelief of what just happened. Steve presses a kiss to the swell of your ass before moving to his feet.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you up right before sitting you in the chair properly. He searches your face carefully, looking for any signs of distress “You okay? I’m so- god. Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

You cup his face in your hands softly, giving him a weak, but sincere smile. “Fucked up… but I wouldn’t have wanted this with anyone but you. Are you okay?”

Steve kisses your forehead softly before nodding, still shaking himself. “M- might ask you to stay over later… could use some aftercare. Kinda want to check on you too. Y’know… if we make it out alive.”

A loud buzz echoes in the room, followed by a clicking noise. You and Steve turn to see the door slowly, automatically open. 

“Is… are they… can we go?” You ask, and Steve’s eyes dart between you and the door before pulling you up.

“Let’s get dressed and get the fuck outta here.” Steve rushes out, pulling you behind him.

You tug his arm back, and Steve spins to quickly run into you with a soft “oof!” Reaching up to him, you press your lips against his, savoring one more kiss before leaving this horrid room, this time, soft and slow.

You mumble against his lips, “I don’t think I’ll be leaving your side anytime soon.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #fic rec

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

OMG this was perfect! Thank God someone finally punched Jason!

This got me 🥵🥵🥵

Fuck The Freaks Eddie Munson x afab!reader, besties to lovers.

Authors note: Its finally here! Sorry this took so long to get out everyone, hope you all enjoy, don’t forget to reblog if you enjoyed it, and comments are definitely appreciated as well!

Summary: You find out from and old high school enemy that you and Eddie are targets of a cruel bet, because apparently some people just can’t seem to let go of their high school glory days even years after its ended, you else discover that Eddies crush on Chrissy Cunningham might be more superficial than you first thought and that your love for him might not be unrequited after all.

CW: Smut 18+ MDNI, angst, fluffy ending, bullying, minor violence and mentions of blood from a fight, brief eddie x chrissy, mean!Chrissy (sorry guys), course language, oral (f receiving), unprotected PiV (wrap it before you tap it)

WC: 4600+

You were working a Friday shift at the Record Store, just tidying the store since it'd been a slow day, when Trixie one of the ex cheerleaders from high school walks in, you have to compose yourself so you don't physically cringe as you make you way back behind the counter so there is a little distance between you since she was one of the worst for bullying you in high school.

You are mildly confused about why she is even here because usually they don't come anywhere near the place even though it's been over 4 years since everyone graduated.

“Uh Hi, would I be able to talk to you?” Trixie asks, seemingly nervous.

“About what?” You say coldly as you raise an eyebrow.

“Oh no, I'm not here to do anything to you, quite the opposite, I'm actually here to warn you” she says, eyes downcast, not really able to look you in the eyes.

“Warn me?” You question confused “About what exactly?”

“Well, Jason and the other ex cheerleaders since they apparently haven't grown up, have made this bet, they are calling it Fuck The Freaks, they tried roping me into it but i dont want any part of it, i’m trying to better myself from who I was in high school” Trixie explains, your jaw hanging open by the time she is done.

“Are you fucking serious?” You finally managed to blurt out when your brain goes back online.

“Yes, I really am, and you and Eddie are the main targets, Jason is apparently going to be going after you and Chrissy after Eddie, and some of the other girls are going to try with Eddies band mates as a bonus, you and Eddie are worth $100, the other boys $50 each” Trixie says looking extremely ashamed.

“Holy fuck.. wow, Chrissy though? I always thought she was one of the nice ones” you say in complete shock, Eddie was going to be so hurt when you told him why Chrissy had been hanging around him recently.

“Oh no, she is one of the worst because she puts on the fake nice girl persona, she was the mastermind behind some of the worst shit we did to you guys, we just did the grunt work because we liked being feared others and liked by her, Chrissy just wanted to be liked but also humiliate people without consequences”

“Has anything happened yet? you ask

“Not yet as far as i know, Chrissy was to start with Eddie and it'd all go from there, they wanted me to go after Kevin but i said no, not happening we aren't in high school no more, So i am pretty much out of the group, luckily I've been making new friends at work, also i've already told Gareth, so he knows, isn't really surprised, but i wanted to tell you personally, so you could tell Eddie, Gareth agreed it'd be better coming from you, and mumbled something about wishing Eddie would get his head out of his ass and just admit to you that he is in love with you instead of pursuing this stupid Chrissy crush again” Trixie responded, the last part hitting you like a tonne of bricks.

“Pardon? Run that last part by me again” you manage to croak out.

“Eddie is in love with you and has been for years according to Gareth?” She says quietly.

“But, but, he has always gone on about Chrissy, since like middle school, why does he do that if he is in love with me?” You question, totally shocked and confused.

“I dont know, but I'd say it'd have something to do with you two being best friends and not wanting to fuck that up” Trixie responds

“Fair point I suppose, but why are you telling me all of this? You were pretty nasty to us in high school, back then you would have gladly participated in this kind of thing”

“I know and for that I am truly sorry, I think one day after graduating and getting out in the real world I kinda just stopped and had a good look at myself and realised I really didn't like who I was and needed to change, so I have been working on that, the others, they are stuck in that high school mindset, trying to relive their supposed glory days” Trixie says genuinely, rolling her eyes at the last part.

“Thanks, that actually means a lot, that kind of behaviour coming from Jason and his cronies doesn't surprise me in the least, but damn, Chrissy.. that's wild” you say, still completely complexed by the whole situation.

“I probably should have apologised sooner but had no idea how to approach you, but after I heard about this I knew I had to get over it and let you know what's going before anyone gets publicly humiliated” Trixie says as she nervously chews on her nails.

“Better late than never, I just find it really amusing that any of them think I'd actually fuck Jason, I'd rather take an acid bath” you say with a disgusted laugh.

“Well I did tell them that you'd never go for it but Jason apparently severely overestimates his ability to charm women” Trixie laughs.

“Very severely, anyways, I gotta get back to work but thanks for the warning, going to be a fun talk with Eddie when i see him this afternoon” you say, sarcasm dripping from the latter part of the sentence.

“Good luck, and again, sorry for everything and this, its really not fair, they all need to grow the fuck up” Trixie says with a small waves as she exits the store.

For the next few hours of your shift, your mind is plagued with the thoughts of Eddie apparently being in love with you and the Chrissy crush just being surface level attraction to take him mind off of you, it's all hard to process especially with your own feelings for him, but you weren't sure if you were ready to mention it to him just yet.

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You sighed as you walked through your front door dumping your bag on the kitchen floor and heading straight for a hot shower, the rest of the shift had gone by at a snail's pace while you mulled over how to tell Eddie about the bet and Chrissy and if you should tell him what Gareth had told Trixie about his true feelings.

Just as you had finished showering and changing into a comfortable old band tee and some sleep shorts, there was the sound of a key in the lock indicating Eddie's arrival, you had given him a spare key when you first moved in and he regularly lets himself in.

“Hey sweetheart, It's just me” Eddie calls out as he walks into the house spotting you in the kitchen preparing snacks for your smoke and movie session.

“Hey Eds” you look up, giving him a small smile.

“Everything okay? You are normally a lot more enthusiastic about our Friday hangouts” Eddie says, a look of concern crossing his face.

“Bit of a stressful day at work” you respond as you flutter around the kitchen.

“Wanna talk about it?” Eddie asks softly

“Yeah, once I get all this sorted we definitely need to talk about it, I found out some.. interesting and disturbing news” you say.

“Well that sounds ominous” Eddie says.

“A little” you say quietly.

After a short while you are done sorting out snacks and bring everything over to the living room settling on the couch with Eddie.

“So what's this news that's got you all stressed out?” Eddie says as he settles next to you on the couch.

“So Trixie from High school came into work today to talk to me” you start out.

“Well that's disturbing to begin with, but do go on” Eddie says, a look of disgust crossing his face at the mention of the girl who practically tortured the both of you.

“Yeah, I was shocked but it doesn't end there, she wanted to warn me about something that involves both you and I” you say, stalling not knowing how to say any of this.

“Warn you? Why would she do that, usually if it involves us she is the one behind it” Eddie scoffs

“Yeah well, not this time, she says she is trying to turn over a new leaf, and couldn't just sit back and watch and do nothing this time because people are going to get really hurt” you say avoiding Eddie's gaze.

“Okay, can you just tell me instead of stalling, I know you too well, if I'm going to get hurt by this I wanna know” Eddie says impatiently

“Sorry, so apparently the cheerleaders and basketball players from senior year never quite let go of their high school glory days, and they have started a “Fuck the freaks” bet, Jason is apparently to be the one going after me-” you start but get interrupted by an Eddie outburst.

“Your fucking kidding me right? You would never fuck that meat head even if he was the last person in existence” Eddie says “So you said I'm also involved, who have they got coming after me?”

“Chrissy” you say simply

“What?! no way, I don't believe that for a second, she was always so nice, and we have been hanging out and getting close lately” Eddie says in shocked disbelief.

“Yeah, well I didn't believe it either at first but according to Trixie that nice girl thing is just a persona, Chrissy was apparently the mastermind behind some of the worst shit that happened to us, the other girls just did the grunt work for her so she didn’t get in trouble and ruin her image, but her and Jason came up with this, $100 for each of us, $50 for each member of Corroded Coffin the others can bed and publicly humiliate, she even went and warned Gareth, I don't think she is lying, she got ousted from the friend group for refusing to participate” you explain.

“Wow.. just fucking wow, so Chrissys sudden interest in me and her “special plans” for tomorrow night is all part of a bet, not her realising that image isnt everything like she told me” Eddie says disappointment marring his features.

“Yup, both Gareth and Trixie decided it was better coming from me because you would have never believed Trixie and probably told Gareth he was just Jealous”

“Honestly they probably aren't wrong, Gareth and I have had many disagreements over jealousy over the years” Eddie says “I just can't believe Chrissy was a fake all along”

“Same honestly, I thought she was one of the good ones” you respond

“Yeah, so did I, hey, can I use your phone real quick?” Eddie asks suddenly

“Uh yeah sure, you know where it is” you say a little confused.

Shortly after Eddie disappears towards the kitchen you hear his voice rising, and something along the lines of “You fake bitch” before the sound of the receiver getting slammed down echoes throughout the house, making you wince, hoping it's not broken.

Eddie trudges back into the living room shortly after, a look of anger and disgust on his face.

“She didn't even fucking try and deny it when I asked about it, just laughed at me, told me I was a fucking idiot for actually believing she would ever like me, the only thing she was angry about was that Trixie tattled and they got caught out before they could have any fun” Eddie grumbled as he plonked down on the couch again a defeated look on his face.

“I'm sorry Eds, I know you really liked her, but I just couldn't see you get hurt and humiliated like that” you say as you rest your hand on his forearm.

“You don't gotta apologise, you didn't do anything, I just feel like a fool now” he sighs dejectedly.

Yeah you definitely weren't going to bring up the true feelings part now seeing how hurt Eddie is, you would just get yourself hurt.

Eventually you and Eddie light up a blunt, and change the topic, the high along with a good comedy movie Eventually lightens the mood and you enjoy the rest of your movie night, laughing away and pushing that particular subject to the wayside.

One week later.

It was friday again and you were out in town running errands after avoiding Eddie all week, when you see none other than Jason Carver himself out with his cronies, you could see a smile creep up on his face when he spots you, either he doesn't know you know about the bet or he is just plain stupid, probably the latter.

“Hey sweet thing” he says as he walks up to you

“Oh fuck off Jason” you spit, eyes set in a hard glare.

“Oh dont be like that, just trying to be friendly” he says with a smirk.

Yep, definitely stupid.

“As if you even know what that means, I'll give you one warning, turn around now and leave me alone or I'll break your nose” you threaten.

“Oh, playing hard to get, I like” he says with a disgusting smirk still plastered on his face, this man was definitely incredibly stupid.

Without even a word, before Jason can even blink your fist is colliding with his face, an audible crunching sound as his nose breaks under the force of your punch.

“You fucking bitch! You broke my nose” Jason swears as he reels back and covers his now bleeding nose.

“I did warn you, hope it fucking hurt, and I know about your stupid bet, and you're lucky I don't crack you again for it. You, Chrissy and your little cronies can stay the fuck away from my friends” you sneer as you shove past his two idiot friends and keep walking, ignoring the vile vitriol he is spewing behind you.

Your errands had taken you longer than first anticipated so it was later in the afternoon by the time you finally got home, the phone ringing just as you had dumped all the bags on the kitchen counter.

“Hi, Bunny speaking” you answered

“Hey buns! I'll be over for our friday movie night soon, I'll pick up some movies and snacks on the way over. Are we thinking, horror, action or comedy this week?” Eddie asked, talking a million miles a minute.

“Eds, I'm not sure if-”

“Nope not taking no for answer, you have been avoiding me all week, so you have no choice in the matter”

“I have not, I've just been busy” you sigh, lying through your teeth

“Bullshit, I've known you for like 20 years, I know when you are both lying and avoiding things” Eddie responds.

“Fine, you pick the movie this week” you say, admitting defeat.

“Sweeettt, see ya soon sweetheart” Eddie says excitedly as he hangs up the phone.

You decide to have a quick shower to freshen up before Eddie arrives, changing into some comfortable clothes and then seeking out an ice pack for your now throbbing and swollen hand courtesy of Jason Carver's face.

Before long Eddie is bursting through your front door armed with a selection of horror movies and snacks.

“Hey sweetheart” he says as he finds you the kitchen

“Hey Eds- Jesus christ are you trying to feed an army with all that” you joke as you spy the bags full of snack food.

“Nope, just couldn't decide- hey what happened to your hand” he asks after spotting the ice pack you had resting on it.

“Uhhh, I kinda maybe punched Carver and broke his nose in town earlier today..” you say sheepishly

“Seriously? That was you?” Eddie says, a big grin forming on his face.

“Did you see him?” You ask

“Yeah, I saw him walking past work all bandaged up with his little friends, swearing about some ‘psycho bitch�� who punched him, god I am so glad that was you, he deserved it” Eddie says still grinning.

“Oh it felt good to finally punch that asshole, he tried to hit on me, I warned him, told him if he didn't leave me alone I'd punch him, and he persisted, so i followed through” you said a grin now on your face as you and Eddie gather some snacks and headed over to the couch.

“So before we put on a movie, why have you been avoiding me all week since last Friday?” He asks

“Eds, I really don't wanna talk about it right now” you whine shifting away from him.

“Well too bad, because I'm not letting it go, I need to know if I did something wrong” Eddie says concerned.

“No you haven't done anything wrong” you respond avoiding looking at him.

“Okay so then what is it, fess up”

“Jesus christ, fine, when Trixie came in to tell me about the bet, she mentioned that when she told Gareth, there was something else he said absentmindedly” you say still not telling Eddie everything.

“Oh do tell me what Gareth the great said that got Trixie interested enough to tell you” Eddie scoffs.

“Um, well, Apparently he muttered something along the lines of you needing to get your head out of your ass and just finally admit that you are in love with me instead of pursuing this stupid Chrissy crush again” you say quietly

“Oh” Eddie says “I'm guessing you needed the week to figure out how to reject me without hurting me”

“What? No! The opposite in fact, I wasn't sure how true it was especially seeing how hurt you were by what Chrissy did, so I needed the week to prepare myself to tell you that I'm in love with you, but potentially face you rejecting me” you respond hurriedly.

“Oh sweetheart, I’d never reject you, Gareth was telling the truth, I've loved you for years, I just didn't want to ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same way, so I pursued Chrissy try and get over you, but it never worked, and I was more hurt last week by the fact that she claimed to be in our corner when she was behind half of the shit they did to us, not so much that she rejected me” Eddie says as he turns to you and grabs your hands looking deep into your eyes.

“So we have been in love with each other all this time but been too scared to say anything like a pair of idiots” you say finally smiling a little.

“Yep sounds like it” Eddie says with a chuckle “Can I uh kiss you.. please”

“Oh god yes” you say just as Eddie's lips meet yours, this kiss soft and sweet.

You pull away briefly and climb onto Eddie's lap, straddling him as he leans into the back of the couch, his hands settling on your hips as you kiss him again, this time more heated, years of missed kisses pouring into this one as your tongues dance together.

“Need you now” you pant once you finally come up for oxygen.

“What part of me do you need sweetheart?” Eddie teases with a smirk on his face

“All of you, your fingers, your mouth, your cock, just need you so bad” you practically whine.

“Mmm fuck, I'll give you everything baby, but first how about we get rid of some of these clothes” Eddie moans as his lips find your neck, kissing and nipping the delicate flesh, his hands tugging on the hem of your shirt which you are more than happy to let him remove.

Eddie's eyes nearly bulge out of his head when your bare chest is revealed to him, no bra in sight, you almost giggle at the thought of how he will react when he finds out you aren't wearing panties either.

“Fuck baby such perfect tits” he says, his large hands grasping both of your breasts gently massaging before taking one of your pert nipples in his mouth, gently sucking and licking the harding nub, drawing a moan from your plush lips.

After switching to the other nipple and giving it the same attention Eddie gently lays you down on the couch and crawls on top of you, starting at your neck he kisses his way down your body.

“Gotta taste you Sweetheart” he says between kisses as he nears closer to where you really want him, your clit already throbbing in anticipation as his hands explore your curves.

Eddie hooks his fingers into the waistband of your sleep shorts and slowly pulls them down your legs discarding them behind him somewhere revealing your bare cunt to him.

“Jesus fuck baby, no panties either?” He moans, his hot breath fanning over your soaked core.

“Oh Eddie baby I never wear panties with my sleep shorts, you've just never noticed” you say with a giggle.

“You mean to tell me every Friday night I've been coming over since like forever that you have never once had underwear on?” Eddie says shocked, his head popping up from between your thighs like a meerkat to look at you.

“Never ever” you smirk

“God damn it woman” Eddie says before ducking between your thighs again, his tongue sliding through your wet folds before you can get the chance to respond, a moan falling from your lips instead as his lips wrap around your throbbing clit.

“Oh fuck, Eds, yes!” You practically scream as he continues to suck on your clit, two of his long fingers suddenly breaching your entrance, your eyes rolling back in your head as you arch into him, your hands tangling in his soft brown curls, Eddie moans into your pussy as you tug on his hair, the vibrations sending you hurtling towards your first orgasm of the night.

“S-so close Eds” you babble as he continues his ministrations, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, you couldn't help but grind into his face, needing to take everything he could give you.

“Mmm fuck, cum all over my face baby” he mumbled into you cunt as he curled his fingers up inside you hitting your sweet spot triggering your orgasm.

“OH FUCK, EDDIE!!!” you wailed as your orgasm hit you full force, your body spasming as he continued sucking on your overstimulated clit dragging out your high until you had to push him off because you couldn't take it anymore.

Eddie pops his head up from between your thighs, his cheeky grin glistening with the sheen of your arousal.

“Taste so damn good sweetheart” he says as he sucks his fingers clean.

Eddie crawls back up your body and almost predatory look in his eyes, a shiver running through your body at the sight, his lips crashing against yours again, you could taste yourself on his tongue, a low moan emanating from the back of your throat.

“Fuck baby, need to be inside you right now” he growls as he nibbles along the column of your throat, leaving marks on the delicate skin.

“Please, need you as well” you mewl, feeling his throbbing cock pressing into your thigh.

With one arm resting on the couch beside your head and the other gripping the base of his cock, eddie teases you by sliding the tip of his cock through your slick folds, nudging your clit repeatedly.

“Oh fuck, Eds, stop teasing me and just fuck me please” you beg breathlessly, as your hips cant up towards his.

“Mmm, baby, you sound so good when you beg, do it again” he practically growls into your ear as he keeps teasing you.

“Please Eddie, oh fuck, please fuck me, need your cock inside me” you pant, begging him again.

“Fuck, thassit baby, just what i wanted to hear” he says as he presses the head of his cock into your soak entrance, slowly pushing himself inside you inch by delicious inch, breathy moans falls from your lips as your back arches off the couch slightly.

“Oh my god! S-so big Eds” you groan as he finally buries himself to the hilt, his thick cock stretching you out like no one else has ever before.

“Mmm, yeah? You like the feeling of my big cock inside your tight little cunt?” He growls

“F-fuck, yes, p-please move” you stutter out, your brain on the verge of shutting down completely.

Slowly Eddie starts thrusting, you can feel every ridge and vein along his cock like this, and it felt so fucking good your eyes were practically rolling back in your head, your hips rolling up to meet his thrust for thrust.

“Such a tight little pussy baby, she was fucking made for my cock” Eddie grunts as he picks up the pace of his thrusts a little more.

You whine whenEddie slips out of you momentarily, sitting back on his knees and throwing your legs over his shoulders, gripping the flesh of your hips he thrusts back inside you, the new position allowing to somehow go deeper than before, he starts thrusts hard and deep, the coil in your abdomen rapidly tightening and sending your hurtling towards your next orgasm as the head of his cock brushes over your g-spot repeatedly, moans and cusses slipping from your lips.

“So fucking tight baby, don’t think i can last much longer” Eddie groans as he keeps roughing thrusting into you.

“Oh god! M-me either, s-so close” you babble as he keeps thrusting, one of his hands now slipping between your legs, his fingers finding your throbbing clit, rubbing urgent circles over the sensitive nub, bringing you to the precipice of your climax.

“Come on baby, be good and cum all over my thick cock, want you to fucking soak me” he growls as he starts thrusting faster, his pace now absolutely merciless.

“Oh, OH FUCK, EDDIEEEEEE” you screamed as your orgasm hit you, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins as you came around his cock.

“Fuck, shit, thats it sweetheart, gripping me so tight” he says through gritted teeth as he as his own climax hit, his hips stilling as he pumped you full of his warm stick spend.

Your legs dropped from Eddie’s shoulders as he collapsed on top of you, both panting heavily, bodies covered in sweat.

“Holy shit, that was.. amazing” You say with a giggle as you wrap your arms around Eddie's neck.

“Fuck yes, been wanting to do that for years” Eddie responds as he presses his lips against yours, this kiss slow and sensual, your tongues dancing together slowly.

“I think we should go for a shower and then cuddle in bed” Eddie says as you both pull away for air, his nose gently nuzzling your cheek.

“I think that sounds wonderful” you hum in response.

“I love you sweetheart” Eddie says softly, his chocolate brown eyes gazing into yours.

“I love you too Eds, and I’m glad you are finally mine”

“I'm glad you are finally mine as well, never letting you go now that I finally have you, no other woman could ever compete with you, you are amazing sweetheart” Eddie smiles as he strokes your cheek.

“You are pretty amazing as well, there is definitely no one else for me, you are it” you say softly in response.

Eventually you both make your way to the shower, the water nearly running cold by the time you are done because Eddie just couldn’t keep his hands off you, another love filled session resulting in you pushed up against the shower walls as Eddie fucked you senseless, your legs like jello and brains like mush by the time you both ended up in bed, sleep overtaking your both almost immediately, blissful smiles on your faces as you snuggled close together.

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Fin.

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#icymi <3 #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie smut #eddie munson x fem!reader smut

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

MOOD!

#writers things #its a problem

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

okayy. i’ve had some time to process badge bunny, lol.

they need to have babies asap (which you know from my reblog from @listenupneutrogena

i feel like a chapter of his proposal would be a great addition to this story with some amazing ass smut (which you write beautifully), but it’s ultimately up to you since you’re the author 💜

i don’t want this series to end, lol. i’m incredibly glad i came across it in one of the gator tags, hahaa

this series has made me fall in love with a side of gator i wish they explored a little in the show

i lost my train of thought, hahaa. will come back if i have more, lol

gator and bunny for ever 💜

Jess! You're so incredibly sweet! 😘

1. Babies will come probably sooner rather than later once these two finally settle down... 😂 Not trying to give anything away... 🤭

2. I think you read my mind! The proposal is currently in the works!

3. I'm not quite ready to let them go either, so you are definitely getting more of them!

4. Gator may not have gotten his happy ending in the show, but I sure as hell will give him one! He deserved better!

BTW ILY for this! ❤️

#jojo answers #gator tillman #badge bunny series #badge bunny #my mooties

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Gator Tillman x Stripper!Reader

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

CW: Porn w/plot. AFAB!Reader. No use of Y/N. Pet names. Subby!Pathetic!Gator. Gator is lovesick. Mentions of past infidelity (no sex beforehand, but visits the reader on the regular). Girlfriend/ex-girlfriend talk. Oral (m receiving). Unprotected p in v. Creampie. Cocky!Gator at the end. Basically two toxic people.

WC: 4.7K (Oops!)

It had been a very productive night at The Tender Trap. You were just finishing up another set under the rush of the pink and red neon lights, gathering the falling tips by the bucket load as he walked in.

Looking as forlorn as ever, head hung low, his usually slicked back hair falling in and around his face and what looked to be a bruise forming under his eye.

You knew the look all too well. He ordered a beer at the bar and took his usual seat in the back taking up the entire bench, stretching his legs out still in uniform sans his kevlar and service weapon. For someone who liked to stay low key, he sure didn't know how to act the part.

You watched from the corner of your eye as his eyes trailed over you. Taking your time to slowly retreat into the dressing room, swaying your hips not bothering to cover your bare chest as you go.

You enjoyed making him wait, only making him more anxious and grumpy, all worked up just that way you liked.

As you sat at your small station reapplying your lipstick, one of the other girls walked in throwing a smirk your way.

“Your boy's out there looking for you.” She snickered.

“He's not my boy.” Replying flatly.

“You tell him that?” Laughing out, as you caught her reflection behind you.

No. You didn't have to tell him.

Gator Tillman only came around when he was fighting with his girlfriend though it seemed to be getting more frequent. You knew all the juicy, sorted details.

Finally emerging from the back, he was nursing his beer looking at the stage with his head tilted slightly, showing signs of boredom, thumb nail slowly peeling the label on his bottle.

Spotting you, his back stiffened sitting up a little straighter making your grin grow a little wider as you passed other patrons and ogling men vying for your attention.

His eyes remained steady on the stage as you sauntered over, trying to stay aloof as if he weren't here just to see you, pointedly avoiding your sultry gaze.

“Took you long enough,” he sassed, taking another swig of his beer as you sat down.

“Oh, I'm sorry Tillman. Did I keep you waiting?” Sassing right back. “Didn't even realize you were here.” Clicking your tongue.

“Nah, sweetheart, not at all. Enjoyin’ the view, drinkin’ a beer. What more could a guy ask for?” He grinned into the bottle, still looking away from you.

Your hand glides across the top of the padded bench seat, hand grasping his thigh making him choke on his next swig, quickly pulling the bottle from his lips wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The glare he sent your way only made you giggle before you spoke.

“What're you in for tonight? Need a chat…” your fingertips tiptoed up the expanse of his thigh, watching as his breath hitched. “Or a little something more?” Licking your lips in anticipation of the inevitable answer.

He pushed your hand away, setting the beer down.

“Can we at least go to the back before ya’ start gettin' all handsy?” He hissed out, finally looking at you.

You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“What’s your problem? Not like your girlfriend or daddy would ever set foot in here.” Getting up as you spoke.

He lightly grabbed your wrist, preventing you from leaving his space.

“Don't. It's just… ya’ know how it is.” Deflecting. His go to before you can get him relaxed.

“No, I don’t know. But,” sighing and melting into his touch. “Come on, you can tell me about it.”

His hand trailed down, gripping yours, letting you pull him up as his large fingers wrap around yours. You'd thought numerous times about how they might feel wrapped around your neck or stuffed inside your greedy cunt.

He held tight, following you into the back, watching the way your ass looked in nothing but the thong you wore, thighs pushed out with the way your tights were digging into the plush of them. He was already hard, anticipation thrumming through him as you led him down the small hall to a private room.

It was a revolving cycle. He'd either fight with his girlfriend or on some occasions, his dad, and come find you. You were a stress relief, a way to blow off steam without any judgment.

Yeah, you might cost him an arm and a leg but you were worth it.

You stopped momentarily, whispering something to the bouncer he couldn't quite discern over the thumping base and loud music this close to the stage. The guy nodded, as you looked back and began to lead him once more, taking him down a hall where the music began to fade.

“Want another beer before we get started?” Calling over your shoulder, an almost predatory toothy grin thrown his way.

“Nah,” answering quickly. It was always the same. He wasn't interested in drinks or waiting any longer.

You enter the very last room at the end of the hall. The same red walls as the club with a small couch situated at the far end and a pole in the middle. The music was filtering in through speakers hung in the corners.

He continued past you making his way over to the couch as you locked the door. Much like in the bar, he took up most of the space. Wide and domineering.

“You never answered me out there. What're you in for tonight?” Taking long, slow strides toward him.

“I don't really wanna talk tonight.” He huffed out, as you stopped short in front of him standing between his legs.

“Someone's really grumpy.” Tilting your head, hands slowly moving up his chest to his shoulders moving your face close to his, nails digging slightly into the leather of his jacket as you trailed small kisses across his jaw.

You pulled back, gripping his chin forcefully making him look up at you.

“That little girlfriend of yours piss you off that bad?” You chuckled, but he found no amusement in your words, moving out of your grasp with a pout. You found him adorable when he was pissed.

“Poor baby,” you tsked. Pushing up and away from him. Giving him a nice sway of your hips as you walked toward the pole, gripping it and spinning back around.

“Now, Gator, how long have we done this little number? Huh? You still trying to play coy?” You began dancing to the rhythm of the music filling the room as he watched you but stayed silent.

“I know when something is bothering you.” You spoke as you continued to dance. He had to adjust himself, cock now straining the constricting fabric of his cargos, almost painfully.

“If you don't tell me now, you know it'll just eat away at you. You can't even have any proper fun.” Dropping to the floor, crawling toward him at an agonizing pace, never taking your eyes off of him.

You slowly sat in between his legs, hands splayed on either side of his thighs so close to his length, he let out a shuttering breath as you began to lightly outline his cock with your fingertip, feeling it kick up beneath your touch.

Your number one rule was that you never fucked a client. No matter what. Each time you saw him, it became harder and harder not to give in. The way he would fall apart for you drove you absolutely crazy. He was pathetic, in all the best ways.

You laid your head on his thigh, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Gator, baby, tell me what's wrong. You'll feel so much better once you get it off your chest.” Your fake pout and doe eyes were too much.

“Fine. Fuck!” He threw his head back, exasperated because this little game you played wouldn't end until you got what you wanted.

“We fought. Again. We… I… broke up with her.” He sighed, unwilling to meet your gaze.

“Oh.” You lifted your head at that, standing to straddle his lap, legs on either side of his. Shifting to accommodate your frame as you sat down, immediately grinding your hips into his.

“Yeah…” coming out all breathy, as he hesitantly placed his hands on your hips.

“Poor baby,” continuing to move your hips across his lap, his cock hard against you with each pass and swirl igniting something within your own core.

“She… she wanted to get married and I didn't. It would have never worked out. She's just so different from… me.” What he had wanted to say was you. In the back of his mind, he knew this little thing between the two of would never really work out either. He was infatuated with the thought of you. Outside of the club he didn't know anything about you.

“That's such a shame.” Your own words coming out a little breathy, leaning close to his ear, lips pressing right under his jaw. You knew you shouldn't but you pressed in further lips sucking lightly, testing his reaction. When a small whimper escaped him, you only sucked harder, leaving a small mark behind.

His cock twitched, hips bucking up as he pressed you further down searching for more friction, blunt fingertips digging into your soft flesh. You had to bite your lower lip, suppressing a moan before it slipped out. It would be too easy to slip him out of his pants and slide down his shaft, feeling your own wetness pooling in your skimpy thongs, sticking to your folds.

Something, if you admitted to yourself, you'd also thought about numerous times. You'd heard the rumors. You'd felt his cock and knew it was big.

“You like that, Gator? Want me to mark you up? Let that little girlfriend and daddy know what you really like? What you've been up to?” You licked his pulse point, debating on sinking your teeth into his bared throat.

“Yeah.” He huffed out.

“Oh, Gator.” You pulled back, taking a hard look into his eyes. Glossed over, pupils taking over his mossy irises, now almost black.

“You'd regret it in the morning. I'm sure she'd see you and cry and you'll apologize and she'll take you back.” You chuckled, pushing off his chest slightly but he had a firm grip on your hips.

“I won't regret it.” He gritted out, nose to nose with you, lips daring to ghost over yours. “Don't you see what you do to me? I'd let you do anything to me.” Bucking his hips again for emphasis.

You'd done this cat and mouse a dozen times, always ending the same. You'd dance for him, grind on his cock all the while letting his hands roam over your hips and thighs, and even that was pushing it while trying to maintain a level of professionalism. But you always made it fun. He could vent while you'd take his mind off of whatever was bothering him, making him cum in his pants and sending him home.

“I know you would.” Taking his hands and shoving them off your waist. “But I have a rule and I'm not about to break it for you.”

Standing and striding back over to the pole, leaving his mouth gaping to stare after you.

“Why not?” He asks earnestly. As you begin to sway with the song, his eyes suddenly drifting down your hips and legs as if mesmerized by the small movements.

“You know I don't fuck clients. Period.” You shrug, turning back to him. “Even if you are a newly single man, if that's even true.”

He tilts his head for a moment, regarding you.

“You don't think I see the way ya’ look for me in the crowd when you're dancin’ up there? Or try to hold back those moans when you're back here alone with me?” He quickly rose, closing the distance between the two of you, suddenly nose to nose with him again.

“Darlin’ I think,” nose nudging yours. “You want me as bad as I want you. Tell me I'm wrong.” Hands finding your sides once more, bringing you flush to him.

Your hands found their way to his chest, to steady yourself, knees almost going weak at his insinuations. Had you been too distracted letting your facade slip? Had he seen right through you? You weren't sure but he seemed to be quickly gaining the upper hand, which simply would not do.

“Gator, baby, I think you're sadly mistaken. I try to make everyone feel like they're the only ones in the room. It's part of the show.” It slightly gnawed at you, watching the way he deflated at your words, lips pouted and eyes down turned, so utterly pathetic when he's sad.

“Go sit on the couch.” Patting his chest as he stepped away, giving yourself a reprieve in the process.

He sighed behind you, plopping back down on the faux leather seat sinking further into the cushion as you wandered back over taking up residency in his lap once more, facing away from him this time.

You swirled your hips, cock pressed hard against your ass.

“Little help?” Looking over your shoulder at him, wiggling your back. His fingers skimmed up, sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin, as he untied your top.

Lifting it above your head, you rose back up, throwing it across the room and turned back around to face him planting your knees on either side of him. Tits now eye level with him but he was looking up at you instead, making your cheeks heat. Why the fuck was he looking at you like that?

You sat back in his lap, hands roaming up the expanse of his clothed abdomen and chest as you leaned back into him, lips grazing his ear as you spoke.

“Okay Gator, maybe I have thought about you and what this big, fat cock could do to my pussy.” Grabbing his bulge for emphasis, squeezing him through his pants as he released a breathy moan.

“So, I-I was right?” You pulled back to look at him, shit eating grin across his face, eyebrow raised in your direction.

“Don't get cocky, or I'll stop this before we even get started.” Quickly shooting back, as he nodded.

“Good boy.” Hands gliding up under his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders, as he helped you pull it off and toss it somewhere across the room. “Now, lay back and relax.”

Some shitty country song was playing but you found your rhythm anyway, grinding against him. His eyes drifted to your breasts, down to where your clothed pussy rubbed against his cock.

“You fucking anybody on the side or was it just virgin Mary?”

He looked a little surprised by your question.

“Just her, but uh, it's been a while.” Sheepishly answering, cheeks suddenly tinged the prettiest shade of pink.

“Ok, good. I don't have any condoms, unless you brought one?” He shook his head. “I'm clean and on the pill. If you still want to do this.”

“Fuck yeah.” He nodded enthusiastically before you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at you.

“Undo your belt and pants. I want to see what I'm working with.” He didn't need to be told twice, hands quickly going to work, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free, laying between the two of you. He was much bigger than you initially anticipated. Eyes going a little wide with surprise.

He was long, and thick with a ruddy tip, already leaking a pearly bead at the slit. You licked your lips and looked back up to his smug face.

“Ya’ okay darlin’?” Finding a little humor in your sudden stupor.

Quickly flipping your demeanor smirking up at him, devilish glint in your eye as you moved from his lap to the floor settling between his thighs.

“It's a lot bigger than I expected, Gator. I'm not sure you'll fit.” Looking up through your lashes at him, laying it on nice and thick.

“Fuck, y-ya’ don't think so? My gi… my ex always said it hurt too much. Couldn't get more than half before she was cryin’.” You could imagine. His poor little girlfriend didn't realize what she was getting into with him.

You were anything but a good girl, moving closer to his raging erection and pursing your lips letting saliva pool before spitting it onto his shaft.

“Fuck!” He hissed out looking down at you with hooded eyes, as you gingerly wrapped your hand around him letting your thumb swirl at his head collecting his precum before spreading it down his cock and back up.

He squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head back onto the couch. If he was this far gone from just a touch you weren't sure he would make it to the big finale.

“Eyes on me, big boy.” Squeezing at the base, eliciting his attention as he looked back to you.

“That's it. Couldn't let you miss this.” Saying with a salacious grin before sticking your tongue out to lick from his girthy base all the way up to his tip. The way he whimpered caught you off guard, sending a fresh wave of arousal straight to your already soaked cunt.

Your eyes never left his as you closed your lips around his leaking head, swirling your tongue and humming around the taste of him.

“Mmmm, Gator you taste so good. Did… what's her name ever do this for you?” You asked, it suddenly occurred to you that he'd never said her name out loud.

He shook his head, swallowing thickly, “No. She thought it was too…” trailing off.

“Too what? Dirty?” Kitten licking at his head before finally taking him fully into your mouth, surprising him as his hips bucked up, shoving him further down your throat, making you gag momentarily, before relaxing taking him a little further.

“Oh fuck… shit… that's… goddamn you're a dirty fuckin' girl.” He gritted out, eyes rolling back, all semblance of composure now gone as you began to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks with your hand stroking what your mouth couldn't fit.

“Wait… wait… slow down,” he suddenly huffed out. Trying to catch his breath, as you stilled and pulled off with a slick pop.

“Too much?” Looking back up at him with doe eyes and lips glistening with his arousal.

“Fuck… just fuck me… please?” He sounded pathetic; brow pinched with frustration at his pleading words. “I've thought about this for way too long. I want yo-your pussy.”

“What a needy baby.” Standing back up and planting yourself back on his lap. Just a thin layer of fabric separating the two of you now as you straddled his cock, feeling the heat of him pressed against you.

He leaned in, lips searching for yours, but you pulled back, hands on his chest holding him there.

“No kissing.”

“You'll fuck me raw but draw the line at kissin’?” Confusion flashing across his features.

“Yeah Tillman, I can't have you falling in love with me. This is a one time thing.” You giggled, pulling his hands up and placing them on your breasts as you began to move your hips, dick catching your clit, eliciting a moan from your lips but you didn't hold back this time letting it escape.

“Ya’ sound so pretty. Can I?” You looked back at him as he nodded toward your boobs still held in his hands.

“Can you what? Use your big words.”

“Can I suck your tits? They're so perfect an’ pretty. You're so fuckin' pretty.” Watching the way he kneaded them between his calloused hands as he spoke.

“Go ahead.” He quickly ducked his head, hand trailing to your lower back pressing you further into him as he sucked one of pert nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue before lightly biting, making you arch into him before he switched to the other side giving it the same attention.

While he was mildly distracted, you took the opportunity to reach down and slide your panties to the side exposing you fully to him, grinding down once more. He popped off, almost breathless looking down between the two of you.

Wasting no time, you raised yourself up, guiding him to your entrance, letting his tip catch slightly looking him in the eye. You both looked a little desperate.

“You sure you want to fuck me, Gator? This dirty, little stripper? You could go back to your girlfriend right now.” The last part came out a little breathy when you sank down a fraction, but it was enough to slightly short circuit your brain.

“Please.” Slipped past his lips so quietly, if you hadn't been looking directly at him you would have missed it.

You watched his eyes roll back, as you began to slide down his aching cock, moans from both of you filled the air. Inch by inch, you took him further than he had imagined anyone could. If you weren't so soaked and horny you knew it would be a stretch for you.

His hands found your waist, grip tight as he dug into your supple flesh as you continued to sink further onto him.

As you neared the base, his girth began splitting you open in the best possible way as you stilled your movements, giving yourself a moment to adjust.

He refused to open his eyes, as good as it felt, he was afraid if he looked at the way your pussy had engulfed him, he'd burst right then and there.

You saw the way he held an almost pained expression. His jaw was slack, breathing heavily, already absolutely wrecked.

Moving your hips back up, removing him almost entirely, cock head staying buried in your tight heat, you swirled your hips slightly before working back down.

“Oh my God! Fuck!” He all but cried out, whimpering when you took him a little deeper this time, halting when his cock all but nudged at your cervix.

“Fuck! You're so deep!” You moaned out, grabbing his hand, pressing it to your lower abdomen. “Bet you can feel yourself in there? Huh?”

“Jesus Christ!” He hissed, finally looking down to where the two of you connected.

“No, just me, Gator.” You laughed, pushing his hand away, as you started bouncing lightly at first. His cock massaging your inner walls with each delicious up and down motion.

The way your walls were sucking him in, constricting around him with each pass he wasn't going to last long. Luckily, neither were you. You'd worked both of yourselves up into a fevered frenzy, ready to combust.

His cock was brushing that spot deep within you as you slowed down your movements. Grinding more than a bounce, the patch of hair at the base of his cock catching your clit with each pass igniting that spark in your lower belly. You closed your eyes, letting the feeling take over.

“You want me to cum all over your cock?” You rushed out, hand snaking up, pulling at the locks at the back of his head.

“Yes! Oh, fuck!” He whined out, not sure where his eyes should land, switching between your blissed out face, bouncing tits and back to where your pussy was staking claim to his dick. He was ruined.

Your moans grew louder as you neared your impending release, no longer able to stifle them as you continued to ride him.

His grip on you getting harsher with each passing second, sure to leave finger shaped bruises behind as he grew more desperate.

You felt that white hot heat pooling in your lower belly, as his cock continued to prod up against that spot along your frontal wall that made you see stars. You worked your pelvis a little more back and forth, feeling it again and again with each grind.

“Ahhh! Fuck! Gator, I'm… I'm…” You couldn't get the words out before you started to come undone. Your cunt clamped down around him, practically strangling his cock as he held tight to you, holding your hips steady as he began to fuck up into your tight heat, working you through your release and chasing his own.

Your fingernails dug into his shoulders, as you continued to moan and writhe atop him, trying not to collapse, as he used you like his own personal fuck toy.

A few more sloppy thrusts and he pulled you down on him, crying out as he practically impaled you on his length. He felt his balls tighten while letting out a guttural moan as his release spilled into your tight channel, a few more weak thrusts and he dropped his hands.

Too spent, you didn't move right away as you both sat there, chests heaving, trying to catch your breath.

“Shit,” you growled, knocking you both from a peaceful afterglow. You were seven minutes over his time and lucky that no one had started looking for you yet.

You peeled yourself away from him, hissing as he slipped out of you and pulled your thong back into place.

“Why the rush darlin’?” He asked, adjusting himself back into his pants and sitting up.

“You're over your paid time with me, Gator. This isn't a fucking hangout. Let's go.” Finding his jacket on the floor and tossing it directly at his chest as you pulled your top back on.

You reached for the handle once he had straightened himself up, throwing his jacket back over his shoulders.

“Hey, wait.” He called out before you turned the knob. “You goin’ back to work?”

“After that?” You snorted at the absurdity of it. If you didn't get to the dressing room, he'd be dripping down your leg. “Hell no, I've made enough tonight. I'm going home.”

“Yeah, that's good.” Nodding his head. “Ya’ need a ride?” Looking at you a little hopeful after what had just transpired.

“Gator Tillman, such a gentleman?” You chuckled. “Look, we don't have to do this. It was just sex, that you practically paid for. I'm not your girlfriend, I'm just a good time.” You winked at him, turning the handle but before you could open the door, he was behind you, arm outstretched above your head, palm pressed heavy into the wood.

You looked back at him, wondering if you'd suddenly said something wrong but that shit eating grin was back as he looked down his nose at you, eyes full of mischief.

“Thought I'd try to be nice, instead of just suggestin’ I could take you somewhere and bend you over the bed of my truck. But ya’ don't seem to like nice.” His words traveling straight to your core.

“Good to see that cocky demeanor is still intact, Tillman, but I told you this was a one time thing.” You smirked, pushing at his chest enough to get the door open and slip out, leaving him a little stunned. He watched you disappear down the hall, sighing as he made his way back to the front to pay the rest of his tab.

Once you made it to the dressing room you didn't bother cleaning up, pulling off your tights and throwing on some shorts and a tank top while haphazardly tossing your belongings back into your bag as you quickly exited the back.

You knew you'd fucked up. That lovesick look in his eye told you everything. You could eat this man alive, and he would smile while letting you. All without knowing your real name.

But it's just a little fun, right? What's a little more? You'd already broken your first rule, why not make the most of it?

Pleased to see you'd made it outside first, you propped yourself up against the wall close to the alley and lit a cigarette watching the front.

He finally stepped out, keys in his hand walking over to his truck. When he turned his back, that's when you finally spoke.

“Hey, Tillman!” He quickly turned; eyes wide as you strode up to him. “You still offering that ride?”

Tagging some mooties that might be interested: @hellfirenacht @thecreelhouse @xxbimbobunnyxx

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Cannot wait!!! 🎉 I know this will be so good!

Beneath the pale moonlight

"I banish you from the Starcourt pack!"

It's been six years since you were rejected by your mate, and his chosen mate banished you from Starcourt pack. Six years without contact with your siblings or friends. The only real comfort you've had in that time is your wolf, that you guiltily locked up inside of you due to being trapped in the human world. Moving on with your life has been incredibly hard to do, but you've managed to pick up the pieces and get yourself a job and a life. So when your worlds collide and you find your brother and your former Alpha in a business meeting with your boss, it's hard to know how to react. Watching them treat you like you're invisible breaks your heart, but the heartbreak soon turns to anger as they arrive at your door to ask you to come home. As they give you the opportunity to return home, you find yourself asking if you wish to remain a mutt or be part of a pack once more.

PROLOGUE COMING 15TH MAY

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TBR

Fuck The Freaks Eddie Munson x afab!reader, besties to lovers.

Authors note: Its finally here! Sorry this took so long to get out everyone, hope you all enjoy, don’t forget to reblog if you enjoyed it, and comments are definitely appreciated as well!

Summary: You find out from and old high school enemy that you and Eddie are targets of a cruel bet, because apparently some people just can’t seem to let go of their high school glory days even years after its ended, you else discover that Eddies crush on Chrissy Cunningham might be more superficial than you first thought and that your love for him might not be unrequited after all.

CW: Smut 18+ MDNI, angst, fluffy ending, bullying, minor violence and mentions of blood from a fight, brief eddie x chrissy, mean!Chrissy (sorry guys), course language, oral (f receiving), unprotected PiV (wrap it before you tap it)

WC: 4600+

You were working a Friday shift at the Record Store, just tidying the store since it'd been a slow day, when Trixie one of the ex cheerleaders from high school walks in, you have to compose yourself so you don't physically cringe as you make you way back behind the counter so there is a little distance between you since she was one of the worst for bullying you in high school.

You are mildly confused about why she is even here because usually they don't come anywhere near the place even though it's been over 4 years since everyone graduated.

“Uh Hi, would I be able to talk to you?” Trixie asks, seemingly nervous.

“About what?” You say coldly as you raise an eyebrow.

“Oh no, I'm not here to do anything to you, quite the opposite, I'm actually here to warn you” she says, eyes downcast, not really able to look you in the eyes.

“Warn me?” You question confused “About what exactly?”

“Well, Jason and the other ex cheerleaders since they apparently haven't grown up, have made this bet, they are calling it Fuck The Freaks, they tried roping me into it but i dont want any part of it, i’m trying to better myself from who I was in high school” Trixie explains, your jaw hanging open by the time she is done.

“Are you fucking serious?” You finally managed to blurt out when your brain goes back online.

“Yes, I really am, and you and Eddie are the main targets, Jason is apparently going to be going after you and Chrissy after Eddie, and some of the other girls are going to try with Eddies band mates as a bonus, you and Eddie are worth $100, the other boys $50 each” Trixie says looking extremely ashamed.

“Holy fuck.. wow, Chrissy though? I always thought she was one of the nice ones” you say in complete shock, Eddie was going to be so hurt when you told him why Chrissy had been hanging around him recently.

“Oh no, she is one of the worst because she puts on the fake nice girl persona, she was the mastermind behind some of the worst shit we did to you guys, we just did the grunt work because we liked being feared others and liked by her, Chrissy just wanted to be liked but also humiliate people without consequences”

“Has anything happened yet? you ask

“Not yet as far as i know, Chrissy was to start with Eddie and it'd all go from there, they wanted me to go after Kevin but i said no, not happening we aren't in high school no more, So i am pretty much out of the group, luckily I've been making new friends at work, also i've already told Gareth, so he knows, isn't really surprised, but i wanted to tell you personally, so you could tell Eddie, Gareth agreed it'd be better coming from you, and mumbled something about wishing Eddie would get his head out of his ass and just admit to you that he is in love with you instead of pursuing this stupid Chrissy crush again” Trixie responded, the last part hitting you like a tonne of bricks.

“Pardon? Run that last part by me again” you manage to croak out.

“Eddie is in love with you and has been for years according to Gareth?” She says quietly.

“But, but, he has always gone on about Chrissy, since like middle school, why does he do that if he is in love with me?” You question, totally shocked and confused.

“I dont know, but I'd say it'd have something to do with you two being best friends and not wanting to fuck that up” Trixie responds

“Fair point I suppose, but why are you telling me all of this? You were pretty nasty to us in high school, back then you would have gladly participated in this kind of thing”

“I know and for that I am truly sorry, I think one day after graduating and getting out in the real world I kinda just stopped and had a good look at myself and realised I really didn't like who I was and needed to change, so I have been working on that, the others, they are stuck in that high school mindset, trying to relive their supposed glory days” Trixie says genuinely, rolling her eyes at the last part.

“Thanks, that actually means a lot, that kind of behaviour coming from Jason and his cronies doesn't surprise me in the least, but damn, Chrissy.. that's wild” you say, still completely complexed by the whole situation.

“I probably should have apologised sooner but had no idea how to approach you, but after I heard about this I knew I had to get over it and let you know what's going before anyone gets publicly humiliated” Trixie says as she nervously chews on her nails.

“Better late than never, I just find it really amusing that any of them think I'd actually fuck Jason, I'd rather take an acid bath” you say with a disgusted laugh.

“Well I did tell them that you'd never go for it but Jason apparently severely overestimates his ability to charm women” Trixie laughs.

“Very severely, anyways, I gotta get back to work but thanks for the warning, going to be a fun talk with Eddie when i see him this afternoon” you say, sarcasm dripping from the latter part of the sentence.

“Good luck, and again, sorry for everything and this, its really not fair, they all need to grow the fuck up” Trixie says with a small waves as she exits the store.

For the next few hours of your shift, your mind is plagued with the thoughts of Eddie apparently being in love with you and the Chrissy crush just being surface level attraction to take him mind off of you, it's all hard to process especially with your own feelings for him, but you weren't sure if you were ready to mention it to him just yet.

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You sighed as you walked through your front door dumping your bag on the kitchen floor and heading straight for a hot shower, the rest of the shift had gone by at a snail's pace while you mulled over how to tell Eddie about the bet and Chrissy and if you should tell him what Gareth had told Trixie about his true feelings.

Just as you had finished showering and changing into a comfortable old band tee and some sleep shorts, there was the sound of a key in the lock indicating Eddie's arrival, you had given him a spare key when you first moved in and he regularly lets himself in.

“Hey sweetheart, It's just me” Eddie calls out as he walks into the house spotting you in the kitchen preparing snacks for your smoke and movie session.

“Hey Eds” you look up, giving him a small smile.

“Everything okay? You are normally a lot more enthusiastic about our Friday hangouts” Eddie says, a look of concern crossing his face.

“Bit of a stressful day at work” you respond as you flutter around the kitchen.

“Wanna talk about it?” Eddie asks softly

“Yeah, once I get all this sorted we definitely need to talk about it, I found out some.. interesting and disturbing news” you say.

“Well that sounds ominous” Eddie says.

“A little” you say quietly.

After a short while you are done sorting out snacks and bring everything over to the living room settling on the couch with Eddie.

“So what's this news that's got you all stressed out?” Eddie says as he settles next to you on the couch.

“So Trixie from High school came into work today to talk to me” you start out.

“Well that's disturbing to begin with, but do go on” Eddie says, a look of disgust crossing his face at the mention of the girl who practically tortured the both of you.

“Yeah, I was shocked but it doesn't end there, she wanted to warn me about something that involves both you and I” you say, stalling not knowing how to say any of this.

“Warn you? Why would she do that, usually if it involves us she is the one behind it” Eddie scoffs

“Yeah well, not this time, she says she is trying to turn over a new leaf, and couldn't just sit back and watch and do nothing this time because people are going to get really hurt” you say avoiding Eddie's gaze.

“Okay, can you just tell me instead of stalling, I know you too well, if I'm going to get hurt by this I wanna know” Eddie says impatiently

“Sorry, so apparently the cheerleaders and basketball players from senior year never quite let go of their high school glory days, and they have started a “Fuck the freaks” bet, Jason is apparently to be the one going after me-” you start but get interrupted by an Eddie outburst.

“Your fucking kidding me right? You would never fuck that meat head even if he was the last person in existence” Eddie says “So you said I'm also involved, who have they got coming after me?”

“Chrissy” you say simply

“What?! no way, I don't believe that for a second, she was always so nice, and we have been hanging out and getting close lately” Eddie says in shocked disbelief.

“Yeah, well I didn't believe it either at first but according to Trixie that nice girl thing is just a persona, Chrissy was apparently the mastermind behind some of the worst shit that happened to us, the other girls just did the grunt work for her so she didn’t get in trouble and ruin her image, but her and Jason came up with this, $100 for each of us, $50 for each member of Corroded Coffin the others can bed and publicly humiliate, she even went and warned Gareth, I don't think she is lying, she got ousted from the friend group for refusing to participate” you explain.

“Wow.. just fucking wow, so Chrissys sudden interest in me and her “special plans” for tomorrow night is all part of a bet, not her realising that image isnt everything like she told me” Eddie says disappointment marring his features.

“Yup, both Gareth and Trixie decided it was better coming from me because you would have never believed Trixie and probably told Gareth he was just Jealous”

“Honestly they probably aren't wrong, Gareth and I have had many disagreements over jealousy over the years” Eddie says “I just can't believe Chrissy was a fake all along”

“Same honestly, I thought she was one of the good ones” you respond

“Yeah, so did I, hey, can I use your phone real quick?” Eddie asks suddenly

“Uh yeah sure, you know where it is” you say a little confused.

Shortly after Eddie disappears towards the kitchen you hear his voice rising, and something along the lines of “You fake bitch” before the sound of the receiver getting slammed down echoes throughout the house, making you wince, hoping it's not broken.

Eddie trudges back into the living room shortly after, a look of anger and disgust on his face.

“She didn't even fucking try and deny it when I asked about it, just laughed at me, told me I was a fucking idiot for actually believing she would ever like me, the only thing she was angry about was that Trixie tattled and they got caught out before they could have any fun” Eddie grumbled as he plonked down on the couch again a defeated look on his face.

“I'm sorry Eds, I know you really liked her, but I just couldn't see you get hurt and humiliated like that” you say as you rest your hand on his forearm.

“You don't gotta apologise, you didn't do anything, I just feel like a fool now” he sighs dejectedly.

Yeah you definitely weren't going to bring up the true feelings part now seeing how hurt Eddie is, you would just get yourself hurt.

Eventually you and Eddie light up a blunt, and change the topic, the high along with a good comedy movie Eventually lightens the mood and you enjoy the rest of your movie night, laughing away and pushing that particular subject to the wayside.

One week later.

It was friday again and you were out in town running errands after avoiding Eddie all week, when you see none other than Jason Carver himself out with his cronies, you could see a smile creep up on his face when he spots you, either he doesn't know you know about the bet or he is just plain stupid, probably the latter.

“Hey sweet thing” he says as he walks up to you

“Oh fuck off Jason” you spit, eyes set in a hard glare.

“Oh dont be like that, just trying to be friendly” he says with a smirk.

Yep, definitely stupid.

“As if you even know what that means, I'll give you one warning, turn around now and leave me alone or I'll break your nose” you threaten.

“Oh, playing hard to get, I like” he says with a disgusting smirk still plastered on his face, this man was definitely incredibly stupid.

Without even a word, before Jason can even blink your fist is colliding with his face, an audible crunching sound as his nose breaks under the force of your punch.

“You fucking bitch! You broke my nose” Jason swears as he reels back and covers his now bleeding nose.

“I did warn you, hope it fucking hurt, and I know about your stupid bet, and you're lucky I don't crack you again for it. You, Chrissy and your little cronies can stay the fuck away from my friends” you sneer as you shove past his two idiot friends and keep walking, ignoring the vile vitriol he is spewing behind you.

Your errands had taken you longer than first anticipated so it was later in the afternoon by the time you finally got home, the phone ringing just as you had dumped all the bags on the kitchen counter.

“Hi, Bunny speaking” you answered

“Hey buns! I'll be over for our friday movie night soon, I'll pick up some movies and snacks on the way over. Are we thinking, horror, action or comedy this week?” Eddie asked, talking a million miles a minute.

“Eds, I'm not sure if-”

“Nope not taking no for answer, you have been avoiding me all week, so you have no choice in the matter”

“I have not, I've just been busy” you sigh, lying through your teeth

“Bullshit, I've known you for like 20 years, I know when you are both lying and avoiding things” Eddie responds.

“Fine, you pick the movie this week” you say, admitting defeat.

“Sweeettt, see ya soon sweetheart” Eddie says excitedly as he hangs up the phone.

You decide to have a quick shower to freshen up before Eddie arrives, changing into some comfortable clothes and then seeking out an ice pack for your now throbbing and swollen hand courtesy of Jason Carver's face.

Before long Eddie is bursting through your front door armed with a selection of horror movies and snacks.

“Hey sweetheart” he says as he finds you the kitchen

“Hey Eds- Jesus christ are you trying to feed an army with all that” you joke as you spy the bags full of snack food.

“Nope, just couldn't decide- hey what happened to your hand” he asks after spotting the ice pack you had resting on it.

“Uhhh, I kinda maybe punched Carver and broke his nose in town earlier today..” you say sheepishly

“Seriously? That was you?” Eddie says, a big grin forming on his face.

“Did you see him?” You ask

“Yeah, I saw him walking past work all bandaged up with his little friends, swearing about some ‘psycho bitch’ who punched him, god I am so glad that was you, he deserved it” Eddie says still grinning.

“Oh it felt good to finally punch that asshole, he tried to hit on me, I warned him, told him if he didn't leave me alone I'd punch him, and he persisted, so i followed through” you said a grin now on your face as you and Eddie gather some snacks and headed over to the couch.

“So before we put on a movie, why have you been avoiding me all week since last Friday?” He asks

“Eds, I really don't wanna talk about it right now” you whine shifting away from him.

“Well too bad, because I'm not letting it go, I need to know if I did something wrong” Eddie says concerned.

“No you haven't done anything wrong” you respond avoiding looking at him.

“Okay so then what is it, fess up”

“Jesus christ, fine, when Trixie came in to tell me about the bet, she mentioned that when she told Gareth, there was something else he said absentmindedly” you say still not telling Eddie everything.

“Oh do tell me what Gareth the great said that got Trixie interested enough to tell you” Eddie scoffs.

“Um, well, Apparently he muttered something along the lines of you needing to get your head out of your ass and just finally admit that you are in love with me instead of pursuing this stupid Chrissy crush again” you say quietly

“Oh” Eddie says “I'm guessing you needed the week to figure out how to reject me without hurting me”

“What? No! The opposite in fact, I wasn't sure how true it was especially seeing how hurt you were by what Chrissy did, so I needed the week to prepare myself to tell you that I'm in love with you, but potentially face you rejecting me” you respond hurriedly.

“Oh sweetheart, I’d never reject you, Gareth was telling the truth, I've loved you for years, I just didn't want to ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same way, so I pursued Chrissy try and get over you, but it never worked, and I was more hurt last week by the fact that she claimed to be in our corner when she was behind half of the shit they did to us, not so much that she rejected me” Eddie says as he turns to you and grabs your hands looking deep into your eyes.

“So we have been in love with each other all this time but been too scared to say anything like a pair of idiots” you say finally smiling a little.

“Yep sounds like it” Eddie says with a chuckle “Can I uh kiss you.. please”

“Oh god yes” you say just as Eddie's lips meet yours, this kiss soft and sweet.

You pull away briefly and climb onto Eddie's lap, straddling him as he leans into the back of the couch, his hands settling on your hips as you kiss him again, this time more heated, years of missed kisses pouring into this one as your tongues dance together.

“Need you now” you pant once you finally come up for oxygen.

“What part of me do you need sweetheart?” Eddie teases with a smirk on his face

“All of you, your fingers, your mouth, your cock, just need you so bad” you practically whine.

“Mmm fuck, I'll give you everything baby, but first how about we get rid of some of these clothes” Eddie moans as his lips find your neck, kissing and nipping the delicate flesh, his hands tugging on the hem of your shirt which you are more than happy to let him remove.

Eddie's eyes nearly bulge out of his head when your bare chest is revealed to him, no bra in sight, you almost giggle at the thought of how he will react when he finds out you aren't wearing panties either.

“Fuck baby such perfect tits” he says, his large hands grasping both of your breasts gently massaging before taking one of your pert nipples in his mouth, gently sucking and licking the harding nub, drawing a moan from your plush lips.

After switching to the other nipple and giving it the same attention Eddie gently lays you down on the couch and crawls on top of you, starting at your neck he kisses his way down your body.

“Gotta taste you Sweetheart” he says between kisses as he nears closer to where you really want him, your clit already throbbing in anticipation as his hands explore your curves.

Eddie hooks his fingers into the waistband of your sleep shorts and slowly pulls them down your legs discarding them behind him somewhere revealing your bare cunt to him.

“Jesus fuck baby, no panties either?” He moans, his hot breath fanning over your soaked core.

“Oh Eddie baby I never wear panties with my sleep shorts, you've just never noticed” you say with a giggle.

“You mean to tell me every Friday night I've been coming over since like forever that you have never once had underwear on?” Eddie says shocked, his head popping up from between your thighs like a meerkat to look at you.

“Never ever” you smirk

“God damn it woman” Eddie says before ducking between your thighs again, his tongue sliding through your wet folds before you can get the chance to respond, a moan falling from your lips instead as his lips wrap around your throbbing clit.

“Oh fuck, Eds, yes!” You practically scream as he continues to suck on your clit, two of his long fingers suddenly breaching your entrance, your eyes rolling back in your head as you arch into him, your hands tangling in his soft brown curls, Eddie moans into your pussy as you tug on his hair, the vibrations sending you hurtling towards your first orgasm of the night.

“S-so close Eds” you babble as he continues his ministrations, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, you couldn't help but grind into his face, needing to take everything he could give you.

“Mmm fuck, cum all over my face baby” he mumbled into you cunt as he curled his fingers up inside you hitting your sweet spot triggering your orgasm.

“OH FUCK, EDDIE!!!” you wailed as your orgasm hit you full force, your body spasming as he continued sucking on your overstimulated clit dragging out your high until you had to push him off because you couldn't take it anymore.

Eddie pops his head up from between your thighs, his cheeky grin glistening with the sheen of your arousal.

“Taste so damn good sweetheart” he says as he sucks his fingers clean.

Eddie crawls back up your body and almost predatory look in his eyes, a shiver running through your body at the sight, his lips crashing against yours again, you could taste yourself on his tongue, a low moan emanating from the back of your throat.

“Fuck baby, need to be inside you right now” he growls as he nibbles along the column of your throat, leaving marks on the delicate skin.

“Please, need you as well” you mewl, feeling his throbbing cock pressing into your thigh.

With one arm resting on the couch beside your head and the other gripping the base of his cock, eddie teases you by sliding the tip of his cock through your slick folds, nudging your clit repeatedly.

“Oh fuck, Eds, stop teasing me and just fuck me please” you beg breathlessly, as your hips cant up towards his.

“Mmm, baby, you sound so good when you beg, do it again” he practically growls into your ear as he keeps teasing you.

“Please Eddie, oh fuck, please fuck me, need your cock inside me” you pant, begging him again.

“Fuck, thassit baby, just what i wanted to hear” he says as he presses the head of his cock into your soak entrance, slowly pushing himself inside you inch by delicious inch, breathy moans falls from your lips as your back arches off the couch slightly.

“Oh my god! S-so big Eds” you groan as he finally buries himself to the hilt, his thick cock stretching you out like no one else has ever before.

“Mmm, yeah? You like the feeling of my big cock inside your tight little cunt?” He growls

“F-fuck, yes, p-please move” you stutter out, your brain on the verge of shutting down completely.

Slowly Eddie starts thrusting, you can feel every ridge and vein along his cock like this, and it felt so fucking good your eyes were practically rolling back in your head, your hips rolling up to meet his thrust for thrust.

“Such a tight little pussy baby, she was fucking made for my cock” Eddie grunts as he picks up the pace of his thrusts a little more.

You whine whenEddie slips out of you momentarily, sitting back on his knees and throwing your legs over his shoulders, gripping the flesh of your hips he thrusts back inside you, the new position allowing to somehow go deeper than before, he starts thrusts hard and deep, the coil in your abdomen rapidly tightening and sending your hurtling towards your next orgasm as the head of his cock brushes over your g-spot repeatedly, moans and cusses slipping from your lips.

“So fucking tight baby, don’t think i can last much longer” Eddie groans as he keeps roughing thrusting into you.

“Oh god! M-me either, s-so close” you babble as he keeps thrusting, one of his hands now slipping between your legs, his fingers finding your throbbing clit, rubbing urgent circles over the sensitive nub, bringing you to the precipice of your climax.

“Come on baby, be good and cum all over my thick cock, want you to fucking soak me” he growls as he starts thrusting faster, his pace now absolutely merciless.

“Oh, OH FUCK, EDDIEEEEEE” you screamed as your orgasm hit you, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins as you came around his cock.

“Fuck, shit, thats it sweetheart, gripping me so tight” he says through gritted teeth as he as his own climax hit, his hips stilling as he pumped you full of his warm stick spend.

Your legs dropped from Eddie’s shoulders as he collapsed on top of you, both panting heavily, bodies covered in sweat.

“Holy shit, that was.. amazing” You say with a giggle as you wrap your arms around Eddie's neck.

“Fuck yes, been wanting to do that for years” Eddie responds as he presses his lips against yours, this kiss slow and sensual, your tongues dancing together slowly.

“I think we should go for a shower and then cuddle in bed” Eddie says as you both pull away for air, his nose gently nuzzling your cheek.

“I think that sounds wonderful” you hum in response.

“I love you sweetheart” Eddie says softly, his chocolate brown eyes gazing into yours.

“I love you too Eds, and I’m glad you are finally mine”

“I'm glad you are finally mine as well, never letting you go now that I finally have you, no other woman could ever compete with you, you are amazing sweetheart” Eddie smiles as he strokes your cheek.

“You are pretty amazing as well, there is definitely no one else for me, you are it” you say softly in response.

Eventually you both make your way to the shower, the water nearly running cold by the time you are done because Eddie just couldn’t keep his hands off you, another love filled session resulting in you pushed up against the shower walls as Eddie fucked you senseless, your legs like jello and brains like mush by the time you both ended up in bed, sleep overtaking your both almost immediately, blissful smiles on your faces as you snuggled close together.

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I have been in such a funk here lately. But I've got a delicious Gator one shot (purely smut) coming along with a few other things I've been working on!

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18+ Only! Subby!Gator snippet under the cut for those that may be interested!

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Eventually... He needs to propose first, right? 🤭

Badge Bunny Part V

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Summary: It all comes to a head with Roy. Will Gator let the sins off his past dictate his future or will he be the better man that he knows you deserve?

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

CW: Reader is referred to as "Bunny" or "Bun". Minimal use of Y/N. Canon type violence. Gun use. Gator is wounded - no graphic detail. Mild angst. Smut! Unprotected P in V. Creampie.

WC: 8.7K

“Something's going down at the ranch. I think Roy's finally lost his goddamn mind. Feds are headed over there.” Andy rushed out, breathless as if he'd run all the way here, face a little bloodied and bruised. He was still in uniform, though it was dirty and disheveled, sans his duty belt.

“Gator?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, gaze falling to the floor.

“He's been there all morning.”

“What's going on? And don't lie to me Andy.” Pushing your finger roughly into his chest.

“I want the full story. Not some half-truth bullshit.” Tired of sitting in the dark, you needed some answers.

You took him to the back so you could talk in private without the whole bar hearing about the sorted affair. They would all know soon enough. Small town gossip spreads like wildfire, especially if it involves the Tillman family in any way.

Roy had the entire ranch on lockdown. He'd somehow gotten wind of a traitor in his midst that was feeding information to the FBI.

Andy was an immediate suspect. After the entire incident with your kidnapping and sending those blood samples off despite Roy telling him not to, it had earned him a spot at the top of the man's shit list.

“They had me tied up in one of the sheds. If it weren't for Gator, I…” he swallowed thickly, as if he were reliving it all once again. “I don't know what Roy would have done. He showed me some tunnel on the back of the property. Helped me escape. I flagged down a car once I made it to the main road and had them bring me here.”

“Oh my God, Andy! Why didn't he come with you? What the fuck is he doing?” You groaned, swearing then and there if he made it out of this shit alive you were going to kill him.

“He told me to place a call to the feds and made me promise to make sure you stayed put. There's nothing else we can do.”

You stopped pacing back and forth looking at him with a dumbstruck expression.

“What? So, you are working with them?” Trying to wrap your head around everything that he was trying to tell you.

“No, Y/N. Gator is!”

Not even Roy could have seen it coming. Everyone pegged Gator as the Sheriff's idiot son. A fuck up so blinded by getting his father's approval that no one thought for a second he could have been the informant.

If Roy asked him to jump, he'd ask him how high but that all started to change a little over a year prior.

There was only one thing that would make him flip on the old man in a heartbeat.

You.

He'd asked you to trust him. Told you whatever happened it was for the best. Now you truly saw why. He was taking Roy down. It was his way out.

“Andy, how am I supposed to stay put when you know what Roy is capable of? If he even thinks for a second that it's Gator…” You trailed off. Taking a seat at the edge of Henry's desk to let the weight of it all sink in.

“I think he's got this. There's nothing else for Roy to do but surrender.” He tried to reassure you with a half-smile but you saw right through it.

You sighed, standing back up.

“Let me clean that cut up for you. It's the least I can do. You're a good friend to me and Gator.” You grabbed the first aid kit and went to work. It was deeper than you thought, probably needed a stitch or two but he was dead set on keeping the both of you here.

After Gator helped Andy find the underground passage, he made his way back to the main house where he knew Roy would be waiting.

He took a deep breath before entering. Knowing his part, he has to play it cool just until the feds get there. He gave Andy strict instructions to let them know what they were going to be up against.

The kitchen was left in shambles. Roy told Karen and the girls to leave before they finished breakfast. At least he seemed to care enough to spare them from some of what he had planned that day.

From that point on it had been madness. He'd called in what was essentially his calvary. A lot of armed idiots that had no business holding a gun.

Somehow, he'd gotten word the FBI was coming to raid him. Gator was still unsure of where it actually came from, but he knew Roy had friends in high places.

He wandered down the small hall that led to the back of the house where Roy's office was, the door sitting ajar.

He didn't bother knocking, pushing it further open and taking a step forward. Roy's eyes shot up as soon as the door opened.

“Gator, what are you doing here? I told you to watch the goddamn shed with Bowman.” He hissed out.

“Yeah, uh… Andy and Bowman are both gone. Shed's empty.” His gaze fell to the floor briefly before looking back to Roy.

“Gone? Both of them?” His face flashing confusion.

“Yup. Suppose Bowman moved him? Ya’ give him the order to execute or somethin’?” He asked, trying to draw his suspicion.

“Fuck.” He gritted out between clenched teeth getting up and coming around his desk. “I didn't give any kind of order. Get your ass out there. Tell everyone to start looking for them.”

“Yeah, course.” Gator turned, making his way back down the hall and out to the porch telling the rest of the guys to start looking.

He was sure it had given Andy enough time to get to the highway. No one knew about that escape hatch except himself, Roy and the other being Bowman, who was currently unconscious and tied up in said escape tunnel.

He set about pretending to help look for the two missing men hearing the sirens in the distance, breathing a small sigh of relief. It would all be over soon.

As Roy stepped out onto the porch, pulling his hat down tight upon his head the caravan of black SUVs made their way down the highway stopping at the front gate.

He had the entrance blocked by his armed cohorts.

“Well, here we go.” He said, looking over to Gator with a sinister smirk.

“Dad,” he said, sounding more like a frightened boy than the man he was trying to be, as Roy turned back to look at him. “No one has to get hurt. Ya’ could just… just give yourself up.”

“Give myself up? You do realize you're going to prison too, right? It's not just me going down at the end of all this.” He fixed him with a glare before turning and mounting his mare. “Shut the hell up and find those two idiots.”

He nodded, biting his lip as he watched him mosey toward them, taking a leisurely pace as if he was unbothered by the entire scene. Roy seemed to see it as more of a nuisance than any kind of real threat.

He couldn't tell what was being said, so he made himself scarce trying to bide his time.

The feds already had a plan in motion. Gator told them about the hatch and tunnels that would lead them to the back of the property. It would be easy access and they could take everyone from behind while they were still occupied with the front gates. They knew once they had Roy the rest would give up without their so-called fearless leader.

Gator made his way to the back of the property, meeting about 10 men dressed in SWAT gear along with FBI Agent Joaquin.

“He's in his office, but ugh… y’guys mind if I have a word with him before ya’ barge in there?” He asked.

“I think we can spare a few minutes. I can give you head start but if bullets start flying, hit the deck.” He waved Gator off turning back toward his team ready to give their orders.

He made his way back to the house, hitting his vape trying to steel his nerves.

This time the door was shut, so he quickly rapped his knuckles against the smooth wood.

“Yeah?” Roy grunted, as Gator popped into view.

“Son, what the hell is it this time?” He was exasperated dealing with him for the day.

“I need to talk to you. Man to man.” He stated, coming to stand in front of his desk. Roy finally looked from the window to face him.

“Well, spit it out.” He hissed.

“The feds are on their way, already on the ranch. Thought it would be better to hear it from me.” Roy watched him intently but stayed silent letting him continue.

“If you had just left her alone.” He looked him dead in the eye as he spoke. “You tried to take away the one thing that matters most to me.”

Roy had gravely miscalculated just how much you'd meant to his son. He saw you as nothing more than a bump in the road assuming that Gator would eventually get bored of his new, shiny plaything.

He was losing that grip on him little by little thinking his only way to get it back was to get rid of you.

The kidnapping had gone according to plan, just like Roy intended, until it didn't. Those idiots he'd hired had gotten greedy. Threatened to let you go if they didn't get more money but before he could take matters into his own hands Gator had found you.

The FBI had reached out months prior, it was only after that stunt that he finally placed the call that set everything into motion.

“So, that's it then? Turn your own father in over what? Some fuckin' whore. I should have fuckin’ killed you a long time ago. You're nothing but a sniveling worm. I'm ashamed to even call you my son.” He was seeing red, reaching for his gun.

Gator grabbed his own, before Roy had the chance to flinch. His words had no effect on him. He'd all but given up hope of ever winning his father's affections and praise. He didn't care anymore. He had you.

“Don't.” He aimed right at Roy's chest, finger on the trigger. He never wanted it to end this way.

Shouting down the hall pulled Gator's attention for a split second, as his eyes drifted from their target giving Roy enough time to get his hand around his own pistol.

Two shots rang out as the swat team swarmed the house.

“So, what should we do? How much longer do we just sit and wait?” You'd finally asked after thirty more agonizing minutes. You'd both made it back out to the bar, taking a booth in the corner.

Your knee was bouncing, unable to keep from chewing your nails and looking out the window every few seconds.

“He wants you to stay put. So, we'll stay put.” Taking another sip of his soda, watching you over the glass. “Don't even think about it.”

“What? I wasn't thinking about anything.” The way you glanced at your keys sitting next to you told him otherwise.

“Y/N.” He warned, with a glare.

“Fuck, fine.” You crossed your arms, continuing to look out the window with a huff. “I'm going to get a drink. You want a refill?” Asking as you got up.

You had your back toward the door when an SUV peeled into the parking lot. A woman with short, dark hair got out and made her way into the door.

“I'm looking for a Miss Y/L/N.” She announced, looking around the near desolate place as she removed her sunglasses.

You whipped around.

“Um, that's me.” Voice coming out meek. You knew she had to be FBI. You suddenly felt sick, preparing for the worst.

“I'm Agent Meyers. We need you to come with us please.” Her curt tone left no room for arguing as your eyes cut over to Andy. He got up and met you both.

“I'm Deputy Andy Tate. I'm the one that called you guys. You mind if I tag along?” He didn't want to let you out of his sight, even if they were supposed to be the good guys.

She looked him up and down before nodding.

“Sure, follow me.”

-

Agent Meyers wasn't much for small talk. She had explained you were needed but didn't go into detail. Apparently, it was a need-to-know basis, and you didn't need to know.

Your stomach was in knots as you watched the world pass by outside. Andy tried to soothe you, telling you it would all be okay, but every doubt was swirling within you.

As you pulled up to that familiar gate and picture-perfect farmhouse that was anything but, you saw they had people lined up and handcuffed on their knees against the fence.

They'd managed to round up and arrest everyone. As predicted, when they found out Roy was done, they all gave up without a fight.

There were two ambulances, one pulling off as you all pulled in the other parked directly in front of the house.

“Where is he?” You anxiously asked.

“He'll be over there.” You opened the door and shot out running before they had the chance to come to a stop.

“Hey!” Meyers yelled, but you didn't hesitate. You needed to see him. Needed to make sure he was okay, and your worst thoughts had not come to fruition; make it all tangible.

He finally came into view, sitting on a gurney at the back of the vehicle. His shirt was removed. They were bandaging up his shoulder as you shouted his name.

He turned, standing up as you slammed into his chest wrapping your arms around him as the tears began to flow.

He groaned with the impact, pain shooting through his shoulder and back, but he didn't care, wrapping his arm tight around you pulling you into him.

Roy had managed to shoot him in the left shoulder, while Gator's aim had been much more accurate. A shot straight into the gut. He'd been taken by the other ambulance for emergency surgery and then he'll be swept off straight to a federal prison halfway across the country.

“Gator… I …” You sniffed, looking up at him. “I thought…” Your hands roamed his chest, easing over his bandaged shoulder taking it all in. Cupping his cheeks, your thumb running under a slight bruise that was blooming under his eye.

He pressed your head back to his chest, kissing your temple.

“It's okay baby. I'm okay. We're okay.” His words soothing as they washed over you.

You just held each other for a few more minutes before someone cleared their throat from behind you.

“Sorry to break this little moment up but it's time to go.” Agent Meyers spoke.

Gator nodded, as you looked between the two of them.

“Bunny, look at me.” His eyes pierced yours as he spoke calmly.

“We’re going to be okay. But I have to go with them. There's a lot of shit I did, that I'm not proud of I still need to answer for.”

You knew what he meant. For all the good he did, there were still things he would have to pay for which still meant prison time.

“I'm proud of you.” You looked right into those soft, hazel eyes as you spoke. He looked so downtrodden, but you lifted his chin.

“I'm so proud of you baby!” You stood on the tips of your toes, smashing your lips to his. They were a little chapped but warm as you melted into him.

It suddenly crossed your mind this may be the last time you get to feel him for a while as his tongue grazes your bottom lip. Allowing him entry, you glide against one another so effortlessly it was easy to get lost in the moment.

You broke apart only to catch your breath. Whispered “I love yous” were spoken before he was handcuffed in front of you.

“Okay, Mr. Tillman.” Agent Meyers guided him to an SUV, sitting him in the back.

His eyes were filled with worry as they shut the door, mirroring your own. Andy sidled up beside you as they drove out of sight.

5 Months Later

“You don't have to keep coming every week.” The way it came out let you know he was tired but so were you. Tired of him acting like you were just going to give up and leave him to rot in a prison cell.

Since he'd helped the feds, they had given him a nice plea deal with a reduced sentence of 18 months. With good behavior, he might be out in 12.

It was the best he could have hoped for with all the involvement in Roy's dealings, but Gator had given them enough to send him away for the rest of his life.

It was still going to be agonizing but you wanted to be there for him every step of the way.

“Yes, I do. Who else is going to bring you these nasty cookies you love?” You teased. Packing another overnight bag for your 8-hour trek.

“Y’gonna make me fat, if ya keep bringin’ those.” He chuckles on the other end. “But seriously, if the drives gettin' to be too much, ya’ don't have to.”

“I don't have anything else to do. I know that sounds pathetic but it's true. All I do is work, and then come home. The only thing that's getting to be too much is how quiet the house is. I miss you.” You said it earnestly, sighing into the phone sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I'm sorry Bunny, if there had been another way…” he trailed off, sighing on his end as well.

“No. Don't start that. I am so damn proud of you, Gator Tillman!”

Of course, it was all over the front pages, but they left out the part where he had been an informant. Everyone assumed the very worst about him, just like Roy. But he was your hero.

If only you could see the grin that split his face any time you told him that. The way his eyes lit up. He had sought Roy's approval for so long, it felt refreshing to hear that he'd done something right from the one person who truly loves him for him. All the fuck ups, all the short comings he saw in himself that you never judged him for. You loved him. You were proud of him.

“I love you, be safe. I'll see ya’ tomorrow.” He had his one-minute warning come through the line.

“Ok baby. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you more!”

“Not possible.” He grinned again, as the line clicked dead.

He'd been sent to FCI Sandstone, a low security facility in Minnesota. It was a little over 8 hours from Lehigh. Thankfully Roy was sent halfway across the country to a maximum security facility so neither of you would ever have to cross his path again.

In the few months that he's been away, it's been a struggle. You were left on your own again, but you could breathe a sigh of relief. The entire town felt like a weight had been lifted. No one was looking over their shoulder fearing they might be on the bad side of Roy Tillman.

Andy was appointed interim Sheriff, since half the department went down with the raid. Andy and just a few others were left to pick up the pieces and start from scratch.

He was a good man. Gator made sure that he was never implemented in anything to do with Roy or himself. He was doing a great job, weeding out the few left behind and hiring new, upstanding deputies to help run things. There was no doubt he'd be running and win the upcoming election.

-

You had your routine down, leaving out every Tuesday afternoon after your shift. Hitting up the same motel halfway there. Waking up before dawn to go the rest of the way. Spending Wednesdays with him at the prison.

They'd give you one-hour allotments of visiting time. You'd been his only visitor.

You drive through the gates, flashing your smile and waving at the guards. They knew you by name at this point.

“Hey Bill!” You greeted the guard at the entrance.

“Hey, Y/N. Must be Wednesday.” He chuckled, waving you through the X-ray. You knew the routine. Tossing everything into the bin to go through, then yourself. Pat down examination and you were off to the designated visiting area.

You'd always sit at the table closest to the window, furthest away from the guards. It was quiet. No one bothered the two of you.

You sat the cookies in front of you. The one thing you had actually taken the time to learn how to make and you'd gotten good at it. He loved them.

You were staring out the window, when the buzzer went off alerting you to the door being opened.

He walked out, hands cuffed in front of him wearing that prison issued bright orange jumpsuit you were now so accustomed to seeing. His hair was never slicked back anymore, but he kept the cut the same. Soft brown locks hung down against his forehead.

He donned that crooked smile that made your heart melt as he made his way over to you.

“Hi baby.” He sat across from you extending his hands as the guard unlatched the cuffs. He rubbed his wrists before placing his hands to the table.

“Brought your favorite.” Shaking the Tupperware in front of you, then sliding it over.

They allowed some touching in the visitor's area but not enough. You longed to push the hair from his face and kiss those lips you've missed.

He took the lid off and immediately dove in, taking a cookie and humming around the sugary taste.

“I think these get better every time, Bun.” Finishing it before looking back at you, a crumb at the edge of his lip. You reached up, and brushed it away with your thumb, lingering just a moment.

“God, I miss you.” You whispered, dropping your hand as he reached across the table intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I'm right here, and hey, if I stay off the naughty list I get conjugal visits next month.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively making you laugh and roll your eyes fondly.

“As much as I would love for you to fuck me senseless, you know that's not what I mean.”

“I know, baby.” The grip on your hand becoming a little tighter.

You fell into an easy conversation. You always told him about what was happening since he left.

���Spoke with Andy. They're expecting and he's absolutely over the moon. They're still planning on getting married, but they're going to wait until after the baby.”

You were still talking but he was hung up on that first part. He felt like a failure all over again. That could be you and him. Happy. Engaged, maybe even married. But no. He was stuck here because of all the stupid choices he had made long before he'd met you. He knew he didn't deserve you.

You stopped talking when you noticed his crestfallen appearance. Eyes glossy, and pouty lips.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You shook his hand lightly. “I know that look. Don't.”

“It's just…” he began but you cut him off. He got like this from time to time.

“I know what you're thinking. Stop, ok. We'll get our happy ending once you get out of this place.” You smiled.

A happy ending. What you truly wouldn't give. You'd both been through too much to not see this through.

“Plus, I'm moving closer. I can get another job, another place to live. We don't have to go back to Lehigh. Nothing ties us to that place.”

“Bunny,” his gaze softened. He truly didn't deserve you.

“Nope. I know what you're going to say. I've already made up my mind.”

“Fine, just make sure to clean out the house good before you do. Attic too.” You looked at him with confusion, knowing you had never stored anything up there.

He simply smirked and winked at you.

“Um… ok weirdo. If you say so.” You eyed him warily. “I…”

“Tillman, times up!” The guard shouted, interrupting you.

“I’ll call you tomorrow to make sure you got in, sweet thing.” He said, winking before his hands were cuffed once more.

You watched as the guard led him away. It was always inevitable, but it didn't hurt any less each time.

It scratched at the back of your mind on the drive home. He was so adamant about checking the attic. It was going to bug you the entire way.

This time you wouldn't stop halfway to rest. Making the drive back to Lehigh in one go, making a few gas station runs but nothing more.

You got in late that night, feeling dead on your feet as you walked into the house throwing your bag on the couch making a beeline for the hall where the access to the attic through the ceiling lay.

You reached up, straining, barely grabbing the thin string but you were able to pull it down as it fell open with a creak.

You took the rickety steps one at a time, grabbing your phone to use as a flashlight. Your head popped up looking around but not immediately seeing anything. To your right, there was a duffle bag you didn't recognize but this must be what he was alluding to.

Your hand gripped the handle, it was fairly heavy, as you brought it back down slowly, placing it on the kitchen table.

Taking a deep breath, you tugged the zipper, gasping when the contents were finally revealed.

The bag was full of cash. More than you'd ever seen at one time in your life.

What you hadn't known is that Gator found that bag when he had rescued you, immediately recognizing it because it was the same one, he had seen at Roy's a few days before it all went down.

That was his turning point. The final nail in the coffin. If Roy could do this to you, there was really nothing he wasn't capable of.

The feds had been whispering in his ear for a few months. After you had broken it off that morning, that was his first call. Even if the future with you was uncertain, he had to keep you safe and taking Roy down was his only choice.

As the initial shock wore off you noticed an envelope sitting to the side.

You tore it open immediately to find a handwritten note.

Bunny,

I figured sooner or later you'd find this before I got out. Knowing you, you're ready to high tail it out of Lehigh and I don't blame you.

Get out of Lehigh, you deserve better than this. Better than me. I never understood why you stuck around, you're too good for me.

On the off chance you still love me, there's enough to get you by until I get out, if you want to wait for me. I understand if you don't. I'm writing this knowing what lays ahead of me.

I know you're going to be pissed, but I did it for us. For our future, if you'll have me. I know I should have done it sooner, and I'm kicking myself for writing it in a letter instead.

There's a velvet box hidden in my sock drawer, if you haven't found it already. I promise I'll ask you proper once I get out. I love you Y/N, more than anything.

Love, Gator

PS- Got your necklace fixed. Missed seeing it around your neck.

Tears began to stream down your face as you clutched the letter reading it over once more before your feet started carrying you toward the bedroom you once shared with him.

You hadn't touched any of his things since he'd been gone. So, you'd never happened upon the small velvet box he was referring to.

You shoved his socks out of he way until your fingertips brushed up against it. You hesitantly pulled it into view, holding it in your hand until you sat on the bed.

You were still crying as you lifted the edges. Your necklace slipped out, catching it before it hit your lap. It had been broken during the kidnapping but with everything that had gone on since you hadn't thought about it but were now grateful to see it again.

Your eyes roved over the ring that was held within. It was simple, modest by most standards, but it was perfect. You'd never expected this from him.

It was a thin, gold band with three diamonds. A center cut with two smaller ones flanking each side. You hesitantly lifted it from the box, sliding it down your ring finger and holding it up to examine it more closely, as it caught the light and sparkled with your movement.

Finally, you clasped the thin gold chain back around your neck, holding the delicate “G” between your fingertips once more.

You knew he'd be calling around noon the next day, expecting you to have stayed at the hotel overnight. You had an idea, not letting on that you'd found everything laid out for you, instead surprising him on your next visit.

It was bittersweet, packing up your things and getting ready to leave Lehigh. The first home you shared with someone you truly loved.

Since you'd let him know you were moving to Minnesota to be closer to him, it had been a whirlwind of emotions and planning. Your next weekly visit was tomorrow.

In a week's time you had already found a small apartment for rent not far from the prison that would be perfect until he was released so you started the packing process.

During your calls, you'd never let on about the duffle bag. He couldn't say anything, so there was no way he'd mention it over the phone which played to your advantage. Keep him waiting and wondering.

Today when you walked through the gates you were positively giddy. Not only were you surprising him, but this would be your first conjugal visit.

Unlike before, they led you to a small room in the back of the prison. It provided privacy with a small bed and seating area, a counter dividing the room in two.

You were instructed to sit. They'd bring him in.

Your knee was bouncing with anticipation at the thought of finally being able to touch him after 6 long months of waiting.

The feel of running your fingers through his hair, his arms wrapped around you in a warm embrace, vibrating at the thought.

You moved the container of cookies to the small table in front of you as the door swung open.

Gator stepped in, a wide grin splitting his face, as he walked further into the room. His eyes never left you, licking his lips as he turned his body toward the guard so they could unshackle him.

“Alright Tillman, you've got an hour. Just be dressed by the time I get back.” He nodded, “ma’am” leaving the two of you alone.

“Hey, sweet thing!” He rubbed his wrists, watching you ease up from your seat crossing the room, quickly advancing toward him, barely giving him enough time to move his hands out of the way before you pummeled into his chest throwing your arms around his waist pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

“Damn Bun! Miss me that bad?” Letting a small chuckle escape, circling his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

“You know I miss you!” Melting further into his chest. The fabric of his worn, orange jumpsuit scratched at your face, but you just buried it deeper, breathing him.

You held each other for a few moments before finally lifting your head. As your eyes met, he moved his warm, calloused palm to your cheek before he moved in letting his lips crash to yours, nose pressing into your cheek as he tilted his head pulling you further into him.

He immediately deepened it, hungry for more. His tongue darts out, licking at your lower lip as you part your mouth for him. You hummed at the taste of him, almost making you weak in the knees and rushing a spark to your core.

You finally broke apart, panting as your foreheads came to rest together.

“It would have been a yes, you know.” You whispered. “You should have just asked a long time ago.”

His brows knit with confusion as he pulled away to look down at you, his eye catching the glint of gold around your neck immediately cluing him in to what you meant as his gaze softened, and a lopsided grin returned to his face.

“Yeah? That so?” He reached for your left hand, pulling it into view. The ring was situated on your hand perfectly. “So, you still want to be with me?”

“Of course I want to be with you! I love you, you idiot! And you absolutely are asking me properly once you get out of here!” You giggled as he lifted you excitedly, peppering kisses all over your face as you tried to squirm away from the sudden onslaught of affection.

“So, does that mean I'm fuckin' my fiancé today?” Setting your feet back on the ground.

“God, is that all you're worried about?” Rolling your eyes, slapping at his chest.

“No. But Bun, I'm dyin’ here. It's been six fuckin' months.” He suddenly pressed his hips into you, his already hard length pushing into your lower stomach.

“Sure you haven't fallen for your burly bunkmate? I know it can get really lonely in here.” You laughed, as he groaned.

“Real cute, Bunny.” He was walking you back as he spoke, suddenly lifting you up on the small counter stepping between your legs and crashing his lips to yours once more.

The kiss turned more heated as you both tilted your heads, melting into each other as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him further into you by the collar.

He began to trail lower, kisses to your jaw to that little spot below your ear that has you releasing a breathy moan that instantly has his cock twitching between you.

“Oh fuck, I've missed those sounds.” He hissed out, helping you shed your jacket letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor reattaching his lips to you, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck.

Your fingers trailed up his chest finding the zipper on the orange jumpsuit you've come to loath, slipping it down as he let you pull it from his shoulders, letting it fall open to his waist. He wore a plain white shirt underneath, fisting the material in your hands as he pulled your hips closer to the edge of the counter.

His hands drifted under the fabric of your top, sending goosebumps across your flesh, as they roamed higher. Raising your arms to let him discard it alongside your jacket.

He's quick to drift to the clasp of your bra, undoing it with ease, letting the fabric fall away from your chest as his large palms engulf your soft flesh, kneading it a little roughly only spurring that now prominent ache between your legs when his thumbs graze over your nipples causing your back to arch further into his touch.

“Oh fuck, baby!” You moan out, gripping the bottom of his shirt trying to pull it up. You were needy. It felt like a lifetime since you'd been able to give him so much affection. Feel his warmth, skin to skin, lips skimming over your soft flesh. Reacquainting with each other's bodies.

Once his shirt was discarded, his hands traced your curves sending a shiver through you.

Your eyes caught the scar on his shoulder that hadn't been there before. A harsh reminder of what he's had to go through.

He follows your eyes, as your fingertips trace over the bit of gnarled, dark flesh.

“I would take a million more as long as I knew you were safe.” Whispering between you.

“I know you would. I just wish you didn't have to. I love you.” Whispering back, moving forward to place a kiss there before placing another to his lips that quickly turned heated once again.

You pushed at the jumpsuit, he helped you discard it and toe off his shoes as you worked quickly on your jeans.

Once his attention came back to you, he helped you lift your hips and slide them down your legs. His hands were immediately back to you, roaming any of your exposed flesh he could reach.

He took a moment, pressing his lips to your forehead, hand to your jaw.

“I've missed you so fuckin’ much Bunny. I love you.” Leaning his forehead to yours, closing your eyes, feeling the warmth of his palm to your cheek.

“I've missed you too.” Whispering as he captured your lips once more, less rushed. His lips glide across yours, tongue ghosting along your bottom lip begging for entry as you parted them. Tongues moving against one another in a slow, passionate dance.

He closed the small gap, as you wrapped your legs back around him. His clothed length pressing into your core as your hips seemed to move on their own accord grinding down against him, catching your clit on the downward movement eliciting breathy moans from both of you.

His hand slips between you, finding the damp spot on your panties, pressing the pad of his thumb into the soaked fabric.

“Bunny, you're so wet. All this f’me? Fuck, I'm a lucky bastard.” He hissed out, finding the edge of your underwear pulling them to the side and letting his fingertip trace your slit before pushing at your aching entrance only breaching slightly, making your hips chase his hand for friction. He trailed up, finding your swollen clit as the pad of his thumb swiped deftly before pulling away. The band of your panties snapping back into place.

“You wanna move… this over t’the… bed?” He rushed out between pants and feverish kisses.

“Please.” You manage to get out before he's gripping your ass, hauling you up and over across the small room without his mouth ever leaving yours.

His knees find the small bed and tosses you down. The springs are a little hard and unforgiving squeaking under your weight with a small bounce that makes you giggle all the same as you lean back to stare up at him.

He's long and lean, looking a little more toned than you remember. Boxers doing nothing to hide his raging erection. His hard cock straining against the fabric, now eye level with you.

You reach up, tracing a finger down the length of him, leaving him gaping and throwing his head back.

“Fuck, I need you.” He hisses out, as you gingerly reach up pulling his boxers down his toned legs, finally releasing him. His length bobs against his abdomen, standing at full attention. Your cunt clinches at the thought of getting him inside of you. Never satiated properly for the last six months you were aching.

He didn't miss the way your thighs rubbed together as he looked down at you, as you took him in your hand, bringing your lips to his soft, ruddy tip, placing a soft kiss there before shifting your head as you ran your tongue up his entire length.

“Oh fuck, baby.” He pulled your chin up to look at him, as you smirked. “Hey sweet thing, as much as I would love to have your mouth, I need your pussy.” The end came out as almost a growl as he began to ease you back onto the bed, his fingertips grabbing at your panties as he practically ripped them from your legs as you heard an audible rip but you didn't mind as he tossed them somewhere across the room.

Crawling between your thighs, parting to accommodate him eagerly. His thick chest hair rough against your nipples, as he presses himself to you taking his length at the base, suddenly running it up your soaked folds making you moan out and arch further closing any gap between you.

“That's it baby. Need it as much as I do, huh?” He hummed, bumping your clit on the way up that made you whine as he captured your lips once more, lining himself up as his head catches your dripping hole.

Your hands grip at his back, running your fingers through the short locks at the nape of his neck pulling the strands when he pushes himself in an inch more.

The toys at home could never fill you the way he could with his thick, long cock. It began to sting as he pushed further. A moan caught in your throat, as your head hit the back of the bed, mouth going slack at the feeling.

“Goddamn, Bunny. You're so… mmmph…. Fuckin' tight.” He grits out, face turning soft once he looks up to notice your brows pinched tight.

“Hey, Bunny. Relax f'me, baby.” He coos, cradling your jaw, thumb rubbing soothingly under your bottom lip.

“I'm relaxed, you're just a lot, baby.” You finally say, opening your eyes gazing into his lust blown irises, nearly black save for the thin mossy ring around the outer edge.

“Yeah?” Lopsided grin returning. “Too much for that tight little cunt?” Not letting you answer before finally burying himself completely as your nails dig into his back with a near pornographic moan escaping your lips only spurring him on.

He slowly pulls out, feeling your walls stretch and flutter around him before quickly plunging back in, feeling impossibly deeper before rocking his hips into yours at a brutal pace.

The stretch and sting slowly subsides giving way to pleasure as he pushes in and out, a fresh wave of arousal soaking you both. You can't suppress the filthy moans falling past your lips.

“That's it baby, let them know how good I'm fuckin' MY pussy. Ya’ don't have to be quiet in here.” He continues roughly pushing his hips into yours as you gasp and writhe beneath him. The sounds of your slick as he drives into with each thrust would have you blushing, but you were too wrapped up in the feel of him to care.

The way your walls were sucking him in and pulsing around his cock, like you were made just for him, was enough to make him cum right then and there.

“Mmmph, Gator you feel so… g-good.” Managing to squeak out, the head of his cock continually massages that spot on your frontal wall with ease.

“Missed this pussy so fuckin' much. Been dreamin’ about the day I could… fuck… cum in her again.” His thrusts get more urgent, as your pussy flutters around him once more.

“Yeah, Bunny? Want my cum? Stuff you full until you can't take anymore?” You whimper at his words, that coil within you winding tighter with each in and out motion working you both toward your high.

He nips at the soft skin at your bared throat, gaining your attention.

“Huh, bunny?”

Barely able to think or speak at this point, you nod at his question knowing he wants an answer. He moves his mouth higher, taking your bottom lip between his, sucking lightly before letting it go with a slight pop. He loved you like this. Too cock drunk to speak and about to fall apart only for him.

He moves his hand between you, expertly finding your clit, as he begins rubbing circles against you working in tandem with his thrusts bringing you closer to the edge. Your back arched off the bed, crying out.

“Fuck! Don't stop!” You huffed out.

“Wouldn't dream of it, sweet thing. Need you t’cum f’me. Gonna leave you so full I'll be leaking out of ya’ for days.” Another whimper slipped out, just as that coil began to snap.

You didn't have time to warn him before your pussy clamped down around him.

“Oh fuck! There she is.” He hissed out, taking his hand from you so he could pound you into oblivion, chasing his own release while working you through yours.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, sure they were drawing blood at this point from the grip you had on him. Your orgasm hit so hard that your toes curled as sparks flew behind your eyelids.

A few more thrusts and he follows behind you, his dick throbbing and kicking up inside of your tight channel as his balls tightened, painting your walls with his spend. He continued to fuck it into you, cursing and panting before collapsing onto your chest.

“Oh fuck Bunny. Goddamn, I missed you.” It came a little muffled, his lips pressed up against you where his head lay in the crook of your neck.

“I missed you too, baby.” You hummed, as he finally pulled his softening cock from you, laying on his side, so you could be face to face kissing the tip of your nose and pulling you close.

“You're an idiot, if you thought I was going to run. We've come too far to give up now.” You whispered, with warm affection and brushing his hair softly from his forehead before leaning in for a kiss before you were so rudely interrupted with a loud knock.

“10 minutes Tillman!” The guard shouted through the door.

“Fuck.” He hissed, leaning his forehead to yours. “That went by too fast.”

“Yeah, it did.” You giggled, kissing his cheek, sitting up.

“Hey,” grasping your hand, once more looking at the ring on your hand. “I’m sorry ya’ fell in love with such a fuck up.”

“I'm not. You're a good man, Gator Tillman. You just needed a push in the right direction. No one ever thought you were a fuck up except Roy and look where he is.” You placed your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

You finally pulled away to get up and get dressed, as he followed suit knowing your time was dwindling.

“You better grab a cookie, while you still can.” Pulling your shirt back over your head.

“Bun, I got my sugar fix.” Grabbing you from behind, pulling you back into his chest, kissing your cheek as you melted into his touch. “Just needed my sweet thing.”

The door swung open, jarring you both from a few moments of bliss.

“Thank God your dressed.” The guard sighed and laughed as you both rolled your eyes.

You faced him quickly, stealing away one more kiss.

“I'll be back next week.” Smiling softly.

“I know, baby.”

You watched him go, winking at you before he walked out the door.

The next few weeks were a blur, seemingly going by in the blink of an eye.

You had said your goodbyes in Lehigh. Henry throwing you a small going away party for the hell of it. There were a few tears and lots of well wishes. Of course, Maggie made you promise to keep in touch.

You could have easily used the money that Gator had supplied for the next couple of months, but you didn't see a reason to waste it all. Using it more for a nest egg for the both of you.

Finding a job wasn't difficult. Every bar or diner usually had a high turnover, easily securing a waitressing job at a diner not far from your apartment.

Life went on for the next few months. Seeing Gator weekly, phone calls every other day to get you by.

As it drew closer to his incarceration hitting the one-year mark, you became anxious. The parole board would be looking at a possible early release and you had hoped the feds would put a good word in for him, but it wasn't a given.

“So, by this time next week we'll know if you're finally a free man?” Phone pressed to your ear, sitting on a wooden crate by the dumpster out behind the diner.

“Yup. Warden told me yesterday that the parlor board was already reviewing the case.” He sounded hopeful but you weren't convinced.

“That’s great baby.” Voice coming out a little weak, ready for all of this to just be over and done with.

“Cheer up, Bunny. I have a feelin’ it'll all work out.”

You hoped he was right. Never failing to believe what came out of his mouth. He had a way of sounding so sure of everything.

The day of the hearing, you sat by the phone practically chewing your nails down to the quick. Busying yourself with whatever would distract you, but it wasn't working, as you found yourself glancing at the nearby clock every few minutes the closer it drew to noon when the hearing would begin.

You knew it may be a while before you would hear from him, but anticipation and anxiety were getting the better of you.

12:15, 12:30, 12:45

Still no word. It felt like torture, every agonizing second drawn out.

Suddenly that familiar number popped up, quickly pressing that green button with frenzied energy.

“This is a call from Sandstone Correctional Institute. To accept this call from Gator Tillman please press 1.”

You held your breath as it connected him over.

“Bunny?” His almost breathless voice came through the line.

“Hey, baby. I'm here.” You rushed out, heart pounding in your chest.

“I'm coming home.”

Home. Such a funny notion to him now.

He didn't think of the house on the ranch or even Lehigh. He only pictured you. Your kind smile that captivated him the first time he laid eyes on you. That unruly mouth that could knock him down a peg but was heaven all the same. He loved everything about you.

The only person that had ever made him feel truly loved.

He was coming home to you.

-

Processing was completed and 48 hours later you were sitting outside the prison gate, leaning against your car.

The loud buzz signaling the gate opening grabbed your attention as he strolled out. That cocky demeanor was still intact, dick first, head held high; smirking when he spotted you across the lot already running toward him.

You jumped straight into his open arms, being fully enveloped by him burying your head into his chest. It was like you could finally breathe for the first time in months.

“It's finally over?” You spoke timidly, holding tight as if he might be wrenched from your grasp.

“It's over.” A simple but all-encompassing answer; both free to live the lives you want.

“So, where to handsome?” Starting the car and looking over to him.

“Well, I thought we could make a stopover in Scandia.”

You quirked an eyebrow his way.

“Uh… My sister, Nadine, well Dot reached out to me a couple of days ago. Thought we might swing by.” He smiled and shrugged.

“You have a sister?”

“Yeah. Well, she was also my stepmom. Long story.” He chuckled.

“Gator, what the hell?” Rushing out with a look of abject horror on your face.

“Bunny, it's not what you think. I can tell you all about it on the way. She's expecting us for supper.” He leaned over, kissing your cheek.

“God, your family is more fucked up than I thought.” Pulling out of your spot and getting onto the highway.

He grasped your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Yeah, but you still agreed to marry me.” He grinned.

“I haven't agreed to shit. You still have to ask.” Giving him a smirk in return but admiring the ring proudly situated on your left hand. You wouldn't trade him for the world.

You'd gone through literal hell, and you weren't about to let him go now. It didn't matter where the two of you ended up as long as you were together.

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