summary: reader is insecure. steve shows her she's beautiful while still respecting boundaries!
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
classification: smutty blurb
warnings: 18+, not my gif!, cussing, oral (f!receiving), reader has a vagina, not proofread!
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You weren’t the most experienced.
You weren’t a virgin. You’d done some stuff before, but nothing insane. Something that didn’t help was how insecure you are.
When Steve – King Steve “The Hair” Harrington – first showed interest in you, you were beside yourself. Why would the hottest guy in Hawkins feel anything towards a girl like you?
But Steve knew you were beautiful. Everyone knew you were beautiful, except for you. And you knew he wanted you so bad, as much as he (poorly) tried to hide it.
“Just wanna touch you, baby,” he slurs, kissing at your neck. “Won’t pressure you, but… you’re beautiful. I just wanna taste you.”
You can’t deny the way that his words, his voice, send heat straight down to your core. God, you want him so bad, too. But if he sees you in full, if he sees more than just your face, will he still find you beautiful?
You squirm under him, huffing a laugh, weakly pushing at his shoulders. “Stevie… baby, I dunno. I’m not the prettiest… down there.”
He pulls back, looking at you like you just turned into a dog. His brows were pulled taut in that way that made you swoon. “What do you mean, honey?” he murmurs, cupping your face in his hands. “How would you know, hm?” He kisses at your collar, then at your sternum through your shirt.
You run your fingers through his hair, your breathing getting heavier and heavier. He kneels between your legs. “I’ll be the judge of that, baby. That okay?”
You whine. “I dunno…”
He kisses your thighs. “That’s alright, honey. But I wanna make you feel good. Do you trust me to make you feel good?”
Your face goes red. But you manage a nod.
“Words, sweet girl.” Steve presses a kiss to your bare thigh below your shorts.
“Yes, I trust you,” you whisper.
“Good,” he grins, slowly pulling down your shorts. You tense up, your fingers tightening in his hair. He chuckles. “Relax, baby. I’m leaving your panties on, okay?”
He kisses above your panties first, right on your navel. You whimper and feel him smirk against your hot skin.
He slowly kisses lower. And lower. Then he’s hooking your thighs over his shoulders and pressing a featherlight kiss to your clothed clit.
A gasp is ripped from you. Your fingers tighten in his hair again, your nails in his scalp. The sudden, barely-there pleasure shoots up through you like shocks. “Oh, f– fuck,” you breathe.
He licks up your clothed slit, drenching the fabric even further than your wetness already had. You whine, tugging at his hair even more, causing him to groan into you. A shudder runs through your body, up your chest and out to your fingertips.
Steve hums into you, hooking his hands around your thighs and pulling you closer to his face. He buries his nose and mouth into your pussy as your back arches off of his silk sheets. “Feel good?” he mumbles.
You nod. Your thighs tighten around his head, basically suffocating him, and his eyes just roll back. He pulls back to admire his work.
Your cotton panties are see-through now, every part of you visible. The sopping fabric sticks to your folds and he lightly blows on it. You yelp and squirm in response to the cold air.
He kneads his fingers into your thighs to soothe you. “Shh, babygirl. I got you, don’t worry.”
He dives back in with even more desperation than before. You cry out, trembling under him, tugging at his hair. Your eyes travel to his hips, hopelessly grinding into the mattress while he whimpers into you.
Your abdomen begins to tighten. Your thighs start to shake. He rubs your hips, mumbling nonsense into your heat, gently coaxing you to break.
So you do.
You babble moans, gasping his name, bucking up into his mouth. Steve guides you through it oh so carefully, pulling back when you collapse so you don’t get overstimulated. He presses tender kisses to your soft tummy while your chest heaves.
“You okay? Was that good?” his honey-like voice mutters.
You weakly pull him up to your face, brushing a kiss against his lips. “Thank you,” you whisper.
A smile spreads across his face. Not smug or sarcastic like usual, just genuine. He presses his lips to your forehead. “Of course, pretty girl. Of course.”
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a/n: ok it's been like two months but i'm back! (sorry lol) i'm on summer break now yay so hopefully i'll be posting more. i have an idea for a possible steve series and i'm thinking of making a smau on twt so keep an eye out! (my twt is djosfools)
a/n: guys idk how good this is i just wanted to play around with mediums. if you hate it...just like, pretend it's not cannon lol bc it really has no effect on anything. also, apologies in advance for when you try to decipher gator's drunk texts.
pairing: travis ‘teacake’ meacham x single mom!reader
summary: you hadn’t slept with your boyfriend yet, yes you had been dating for a few months but you were honestly too scared. you hadn’t had sex since before your daughter was born, things were different and travis was gorgeous. but he’s also determined to show you just how beautiful you are to him
warnings/tags: smut, fluff, comfort, little bit of angst??, couple’s first time together, reader hasn’t had sex in a long time so she’s nervous af, oral (f receiving), body worship??, nipple play (like a smidge), creampie, p + v, unsafe sex, mention of having kids some day, travis has a big dick, squirting, beginning of the fic has some fluff with the kid, mention of breasts, vagina, etc, reader is insecure about her mom body and travis fucking loves it, description of said mom body, reader hates her body bad
wc: 6.9k
divider: x
a/n: this is my first time posting smut, i’m honestly so scared and spent so much time working on it. i hope it’s not horrible!! i’ve read this so many times i don’t think there’s any typos or mistakes but if there are yolo at this point. this is technically part 2 of this fic but can also be read as a stand alone. once again a huge thank you to my dear @bairdbesson for her help always always always.
likes, rb, replies etc are always encouraged🩷
It had been about three months since you started dating Travis, three months of giggles and butterflies in your stomach. You felt like a kid again, which was quite an achievement, considering most of your time together was spent with Lucy. Travis never complained; it never bothered him. He did things on your terms, and he understood that a mom would be busy a lot. So instead of trying to force you to just dump Lucy off at the nearest babysitter, he wanted her involved, he wanted to make your days easier in any way that he could. It meant more to you than he could ever imagine.
There was one thing you hadn't done with Travis yet, something that you were both terrified about and also dying to do. You hadn't slept with him.
Sex was a touchy subject, it had been over two years since you slept with anyone, the last person being Lucy's dad. You knew your body could look worse, but you weren't exactly happy with it, you were extra self conscious about showing it to Travis for the first time. Not to mention it was hard to have the alone time, you wanted to do it right, wanted both of you to be as loud and take as long as you want. Obviously, with a toddler in the apartment, things were a little tricky.
After putting Lucy to bed one night, you and Travis quickly move from cuddling and lazy kisses to full blown making out. Messy open mouthed kisses, as his tongue dominates yours, exploring your mouth. Your fingers tangle in his soft hair, tugging him towards you as if he can get any closer while you sit in his lap. His hand just began moving up your thigh when a loud wail comes from down the hall.
You pull away quickly, shifting off of Travis's lap so you can get off the couch.
He's up before you are, already turning on the light in the hallway as you stand behind him.
"I can get her—" you start to protest but your boyfriend gives you a quick kiss, smiling as he pulls away.
"You do enough honey pie…just give me five minutes and I'll be back." The warm light from the hallway casts a golden glow on his hair, "Then we can continue where we were." He says with a final wink before making his way to Lucy's room.
With a hesitant sigh, you sit back down on the couch. "Okay, okay." mumbling to yourself as you grab your phone off the arm of the couch. You weren't used to this kind of help, it made you a little antsy to not go and tend to every cry Lucy made.
You didn't want to get too comfortable just yet, not that you didn't trust Travis but you knew your daughter, and as helpful as he is he'd have to be a miracle worker to soothe her back to sleep in under five minutes on the first try.
"Hey Monkey Lu, what's the matter?" He coos. a soft smile curling up the ends of your lips as you hear him echo on the monitor.
"You look awfully scared, did you have a bad dream?" Travis keeps his voice soothing and light, you can hear the mattress creek as he picks her up.
Apparently your boyfriend is a miracle worker, in less than five minutes Lucy's cries stop, and the only thing you can hear are Travis's sweet whispers.
You quickly get lost on your phone, scrolling through post after post until a whispered "hey" catches your attention.
What you see when you look up should've made you roll your eyes and scold him, but instead you couldn't help but smile.
Travis stands in the entry way, the hall light casting a warm orange shine off his earring, his cheek gently resting on top of your daughter's messy bedhead as she snoozes on his chest.
"Sorry doll, we'll have to continue later." a sheepish grin resting on his face as he slowly makes his way to the couch.
You groan, playfully rolling your eyes. "If I had known my kid would've interrupted our makeouts this much, I never would’ve introduced you two."
A quick dramatic gasp leaves Travis's lips, looking at you with feign horror, "But look at her!"
"Look at me!" you pout, batting your eyelashes. His eyes move back and forth between you and your sleeping angel on his chest, this man was going to make your heart explode you just knew it.
Travis smiles down at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "How can I say no to a mini you?"
You lay your head on his shoulder, brushing your fingers gently through Lucy's curls. You were always told she was your mini me, it made you feel proud, it actually made you appreciate your own features because you saw them differently now. It was also a bit of a relief that she didn't resemble her father, that was one face that you were happy to never have to see again.
The warmth from Travis engulfs your body as you sat there curled into him as best as you could, you take in every detail of his face as he watches whatever old sitcom played on the tv. His honey brown eyes you love so much, one of the first things you noticed about him, aside from his hair and the 'howdy' tattoo on his neck that always makes you giggle. His nose is prominent, easy to kiss, or boop with your finger as you love to do. He laughs softly over something on the tv, his face lighting up into a smile…that damn smile, the same one that makes your heart flutter every time you saw it. You couldn't believe he was yours, regardless of everything that you thought would've made him give up…he stays.
Slowly you lift your head, gently kissing his cheek, jaw, and then neck feeling the goosebumps form under your lips.
"What are you—?" He began, careful of moving too quickly and waking up Lucy.
"Shh…" you hush, continuing to kiss his jaw, each kiss lasting a little longer, a little more tongue playfully swiping at the stubble.
Travis sighs, "Okay okay…" pulling his arm away and getting up from the couch as you grin, "I'll put her back."
About a week later, you decide it was finally time. Despite feeling terrified, there was an opportunity for your friend to take Lucy overnight and you knew you to take advantage of a rare free night. So, you and Travis planned a proper date, which had become a rarity since he met Lucy. You didn't mention the sex part to him; you were honestly too nervous. In your mind, it was a given when you asked if he wanted to spend the night.
Travis had carefully picked the perfect restaurant, a nice neighborhood bistro that was the right balance of upscale enough to feel special, yet relaxed enough that it felt comfortable for both of you. All you had to do was be ready and dolled up for when he arrived at your door, and boy were you ever.
His jaw actually drops when you open the door, revealing the flowing sundress that perfectly hugs your body in all the right places, made of soft chiffon that fluttered with every movement. Perfect for a breezy spring evening like this.
“Wow…" he mutters, swallowing hard as he struggles to keep his gazing from lingering too long on your legs, which were accentuated by the dress and lit by the cotton candy sunset behind him. You could feel the heat rise to your chest as his eyes explore every nook and cranny of your figure.
"A good wow I hope?" you tease, giggling at how quickly he nodded.
"God, yes!" he blurts out, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Everything about the night was incredible, Travis couldn't keep his eyes or hands off you, and it really made you feel good about. His lips found the crook of your neck, sending a shiver through your body as you fumble with the key to unlock your door. You stumble inside, his strong hands gripping your waist and flipping you around so that his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss.
With a swift motion, he kicks the door shut with his foot, then gently guiding you backwards to the couch. As your calves brush against the soft cushions, you sink down with a gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation. Travis had pulled back, then kneels down between your legs, which you spread open eagerly. One of his large hands rests firmly on your thigh as his tongue explores your mouth hungrily, deepening the connection and causing a warmth between your thighs.
You instinctely knew where this was heading and for once, you desperately wanted the voice in your head to shut up. Your desire to be with him was overwhelming, you longed to sleep with him, to feel him close. God, how much you wanted that. Gently your hand lays flat on his chest, pushing just a little, as the two of you pull apart for air. Travis looks up at you, his pupils so blown his eyes almost look black. Your eyes drifting downward, they settle on his swollen lips, your lipstick leaving a smudge of color lingering at the corner of his mouth.
"C-can we go to the bedroom, please? If that's okay with you?" His voice sounds so small it makes your heart ache, like he's scared for some reason you'd say no.
You swallow hard, nodding. "Please…" you whisper faintly, feeling your stomach plummet to the floor. Travis cups your face with one hand, his thumb gently brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear before pressing his lips to yours again. This time, the kiss is so soft, so…chaste, like a fragile promise.
Gently, you take his hand, feeling the roughness of his palm as he responds with a tight squeeze before he gets up off the floor. You lead him into your room, where the bed seems to mock you, when was the last time this mattress was used for anything besides sleeping? Nervously, you begin to chew on your lip as Travis presses his lips into your neck, his fingers tugging cautiously at the silver zipper on your dress.
You think of all the women he's been with—whether they're around your age, younger, or even older. Most probably had little responsibility to anything besides themselves, working their various jobs. Their bodies remain otherwise flawless because they didn't grow a baby. No man had seen your naked body except doctors, which is a completely different situation.
Quickly, you turn to face Travis, your movement causing his hand to slip away from the zipper. Taking a deep, steadying breath, you look into his eyes, dark with hunger and desire. "Why don't you go into the bathroom…I, uh, need to get ready, okay?" you ask, aiming for a calm, seductive tone, disguising your nervousness and the urge to throw up all over your pretty dress.
His eyebrow arches slightly, eyes reflecting a glint of mischief. "Of course, baby. Whatever you need," he replies, his voice smooth and reassuring.
As soon as you heard the bathroom door click shut, you begin to scurry around your room, your heart beat pounding faster with each step. You quickly turn off the overhead light, and instead switching on a small bedside lamp that cast a dim glow that you were more comfortable with.
Your hands tremble as you wrestle with the zipper that ran vertically between your shoulder blades. The last thing you wanted was to call Travis back in just to unzip your dress, only to come up with some weak excuse for why he couldn't simply just take the dress off for you.
Your mind wandering to the thought of his warm, gentle hands sliding over your bare skin, lips pressing softly against the crook of your neck as he carefully eased the dress down your frame. You couldn't remember the last time a man's touch had made you feel so alive, the thought of Travis touching you like that, of him exploring your body with such reverence, made your desire flare and pool between your thighs.
God, you wanted him.
A deep breath you hadn't even realized you were holding, pushes out of your lungs. Your fingers successfully find the zipper, gripping it firmly. You sigh with relief as you feel it glide down, the metal teeth pulling apart.
Quickly, you push the dress down to the floor and step out of it, grabbing it like a wad of material and flinging it over the back of a nearby chair. Earlier, you had purposefully picked this matching lingerie set, it's simple but one of your favorites, almost always making you feel good about yourself. Your eyes catch sight of your reflection in the nearby mirror, it feels like someone knocked the air right out of you.
You look at yourself carefully, the stretch marks on your soft belly, the faint silver lines on your breasts, the way your thighs still lack the toned definition they once had, your belly still bears a slight roundness, which at this point you've unfortunately just accepted as your new normal. You hate it. You despise everything about it. The anger it sparks inside you makes your chest tighten, you hate yourself for feeling this way.
So instead of leaving the lingerie on for Travis, you peel it off, squeezing your eyes shut as you caught sight of your reflection in the full length mirror again, You grimace, God. you needed to get rid of this fucking thing. You felt disoriented, unsure of how to sit or lie down, how to pose casually enough for when you call your boyfriend to come back. The mirror seems to mock you, the distorted image of yourself making tears well in your eyes. This was not how you wanted the night to go, you just want to enjoy yourself without these intrusive thoughts loudly echoing in your mind.
As a last resort, you slide under the soft sheet of your bed, pulling it up over your chest, and flick off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. You could feel the cold sweat glistening on your skin, your could hear the pound of your heart. "O-oh okay, I'm ready!" you call out faintly, wincing at the crack in your voice.
When the door swings open, a sudden rush of nerves makes your stomach tighten. The nightlight in the bathroom casting light on his strong frame. You could see he was only in boxers, the fabric clinging to his hips, highlighting the muscles in his thighs. Your eyes trace slowly upward, taking in his toned arms, his chest dusted with dark hair that was still visible. His presence was captivating, so much so that your gut twisted into a knot, a mixture of desire and anxiety.
Travis pauses and squints his eyes, trying to adjust to the sudden darkness of the room. "Honey pie?" he calls out softly, tilting his head as he looked around. "I can't even see the bed, where are you? Why ya hidin'?"
His voice sounds so sweet and caring, and you could just imagine the furrow of confusion creasing his brow. You open your mouth to respond, but no words came. Instead, a small, pathetic whimper slips out as you cover your face with your hands.
A soft click of a switch sounds nearby, and you know that Travis has found the switch for the lamp. A gentle light begins to spread across the room. His eyes immediately flicker toward you, noticing how you're tucked under the thin sheet, trying to hide. For a moment, he assumes you're doing this to tease him about what he's about to see. His gaze lingers on the shadowy outline of your naked body, and he can't help but salivate at the sight of your curves
"There's my baby…" he mutters softly, his voice husky and low, causing your thighs to squeeze together despite the slamming of your heart in your chest.
He stands over you, his hand gentle but steady as it reaches out to grab the edge of the sheet, slowly beginning to pull it down. You tighten your grip on the fabric, a rush of nerves flooding through you. "G-get the lamp," you stammer, your voice trembling as you kick yourself for the hesitation, noticing how his eyebrows knit together in confusion and concern.
"I wanna see you, sweetheart. You're teasin' me like crazy, hidin' under there," he murmurs softly, a playful smile lingering on his lips. Yet, his eyes, fill with tenderness, softening as he looks at your face, searching for some indication for how you're feeling.
Tears well in your eyes, shame tinting your cheeks and shadowing your features. "I-I thought I c-could do this…" your voice soft and cracking with each word.
You watch as Travis presses his lips into a deep frown, concern flickering in his eyes. "Do what, muffin?" he whispers, leaning over you, his hand lightly tracing the curve of your side.
Taking a deep breath, you try to blink the tears away before you speak again. "I got undressed…h-hid under the blanket…and now I-I'm too ashamed to show you.." you whisper, tears stream down your face as you clutch the frayed end of the sheet, unable to bear looking him in the eye.
"Ashamed of what?" Travis asks softly, tilting his head with a concerned frown. His brow furrows as he studies your trembling form, genuinely confused and scared he might have pushed you into something you didn't want.
Bringing your hands to your face, you take a shaky breath. "M-me…" you whimper, voice cracking as sobs wrack through your body. This was not how you wanted tonight to go, not at all. You thought you could handle this.
Travis's heart aches visibly as he looks at you, verging on the edge of tears just from hearing how harshly you feel about yourself. You were truly beautiful, he hadn't even seen you completely naked, yet he knew you were the only girl he could ever want.
He sits down on the edge of the bed, the mattress softly dips under his weight. His hand gently slides over the cool sheet and rests on your belly, warm and reassuring in his touch. To him, it feels like a simple, tender gesture until he notices the way your muscles tense beneath his fingertips.
"Oh sweetheart…" he coos, moving his hand from your stomach to gently hold your wrists. He lowers your hands so he can cup your cheek, his thumb carefully catching the tears that slide down your face.
A loud sob rattles out of you, wrenching through your body as you squeeze your eyes shut to block out the world. "I don't look like other girls. My body is disproportionate, my stomach isn't flat like it used to be…there's stretch marks, dips a-and-" struggling to speak through your crying. Your breath hitching, you gasp, unable to control your tears.
When you meet his gaze, you're taken aback by how large and glassy his eyes are, as if what you're saying is piercing his very soul, breaking his heart.
You take a deep, quivering breath and try to continue. "No one has seen me, like this since I got pregnant," you whisper, your voice hoarse. "And I know I don't look like all the other girls you've slept with." You pause to draw another shaky breath, locking eyes with him, "It's not pretty…like it used to be. My boobs are shot, my stomach is—" little whimpers and hiccups slip out as Travis briefly interrupts you with a delicate, lingering kiss against your lips. He pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours.
"Don't say those things about yourself, sweetheart. You're beautiful, absolutely, mind blowingly beautiful." He looks at you earnestly, each word leaving his mouth in a firm but careful tone, his eyes locking onto yours. He means every single word he says, not just saying it to make you happy but because he truly believes it. "You amaze me every day, you're the strongest person I know. You're stunning, the prettiest thing I've ever seen." His hand cups your cheek again, thumb brushing your skin, ensuring your eyes stay fixed on him. "I don't give a fuck what other girls look like. You're here right now, with me, and I am dying to show you just how beautiful you are, inside and out."
His words sit heavy on your chest, as you let out another sob, staring up at him while you try to blink away the tears.
Travis frowns, leaning over to softly kiss the tears away. "Sweet baby, your body has made and pushed out another human; that's nothing to be insecure about.". He presses kisses on each of your cheeks, then on your nose, and finally against your lips. "Lemme see, honey girl. I wanna remind you…"
His voice is calm and soothing, not pressuring or seductive, but soft and understanding. It makes you feel vulnerable, with an overwhelming warmth spreading in your core. Your hands instinctively find his soft, blonde hair, fingers tangling in the curls as you press your lips to his again. This one is different, its hungry, filled with want and need.
Travis gently breaks the kiss just as his hand reaches out to touch the smooth sheet. ""Is it okay?" he asks, voice still soft, waiting for your permission. Taking a deep, steadying, breath you nod, closing your eyes as you feel him delicately peel back the fabric.
"Oh baby," he mutters, in shock. For a second, a wave of panic rises within you and you momentarily panic. "Oh my God…oh my God…oh my God…" he moans…actually moans as his large hands touch your hips, then slide up your waist, over your belly, and settling on your breasts. He presses several kisses onto the valley of your chest before his eyes flash up to your face, "Open your eyes sweetheart."
When you do, his warm loving eyes lift, brimming with tender adoration, as if you're a cherished piece of art.
"Absolutely breathtaking." Travis whispers, a sweet smile spreading across his lips.
His knee nudges your legs apart as he lowers himself down. He groans when he sees how wet you are, pussy glistening in the dim light.
"Baby, when did you get this wet? Was it my words?" He asks, as his fingers massage into your plush thighs.
You smile shyly, slowly nodding as your hands go up to your face again, "That and when I was waiting for you…thinking about what you were gonna do to me when you saw me, and then I panicked."
Travis moves up again, his eyes are a mix of love, longing, and deep sadness. "Baby, I'm obsessed with you. I cant even begin to—fuck baby…"
His gaze wanders down your body, taking in every curve, every inch. You blush so hard that heat blossoms on your cheeks.
Travis chuckles, eyes twinkling with amusement as he leans down to kiss your cheek once more. "Turnin' all pretty and pink on me." he teases warmly, his voice a smooth whisper against your soft skin. The unexpected comment making you giggle, and he follows with a kiss on your nose, then your lips before effortlessly moving back down again.
"You were worried about your boobs? Babydoll, these are…" Pressing a slow, lingering kiss against each one, tongue swiping at your nipples, making you sigh. "Incredible, I'm comin' back here later."
Next, his hands gently touch your belly, fingertips softly caressing the supple skin as he traces the faint stretch marks that map your abdomen. He leaves sloppy open mouthed kisses across your plush flesh, warm and lingering. “This belly grew that beautiful baby," his words softly tremble, bringing tears to your eyes again. "This was her home." he whispers reverently, leaving one last tender kiss, before moving down between your legs.
Your breath hitches as you feel the heat of his breath hitting your core, sending shivers up your body. He bites his lip, jaw clenching tight, groaning softly as his eyes darken with lust.
"And this…this pretty pussy, fuck baby." He leans in, kissing the top of your mound right above your swollen clit. "This is not only the prettiest I've ever seen, but also the strongest." He coos, his thumbs gently caressing your inner thighs.
You feel yourself clench around nothing as you whine softly, he's right he’s truly making you feel beautiful…and undeniably horny.
"I get why someone got you pregnant, this addicting body." He smirks, eyes still locked on your dripping pussy.
You roll your eyes but can't hide a smile as you squint down at him, "Hey, don't get too crazy…not doing that for a while."
Travis lifts his head up quickly, eyes wide. "So you're saying it's in the cards?"
Giggling, you nudge him playfully with your knee. "We'll see how good you make me feel…"
He lowers his head back down, a devilish grin across his face. You can feel his nose lightly nudge against your clit, a soft whimper leaving your lips as you struggle to hold back, resisting the urge to buck your hips against his face.
His tongue drags slowly down your slick folds, exploring every crease with deliberate strokes before darting in and out of your opening. Your whines grow louder, a trembling emotion in the back of your throat as your hands tangle in his hair. He laps up the arousal that's seeping out of you and directly entering his mouth. He moans, lips vibrating against you as you feel him pull you closer.
"T-Trav..need more…" You whimper, and that seems to trigger a reaction inside him. His tongue moves faster, tasting and exploring as he works diligently. His spit and your fluids mingle, spreading all over his face before he takes your clit between his lips.
A passionate cry leaves your lungs, as your hips buck against his face. "S-so good…oh fuck…so good." You moan, your back arching off the mattress as his hands explore every inch of your body, warm and firm against your supple tits and belly. A reminder of his presence and intense obsession with you courses through the moment. Tears prickle at your lash line as the pressure rises in you, you swear you start to see stars.
Travis groans, his voice muffled as he whispers, "So sweet…so beautiful." He slides a finger inside, curling it just right to hit your most sensitive spot, causing you to moan so loud you're convinced the neighbors must have heard.
"Want another, baby?" He asks, tongue swirling around your clit fast enough to make you stop abruptly and gasp for breath.
"Please!" you cry out, nodding frantically as you feel a second thick finger stretch and fill you, the sensation intense and precise in all the right ways.
It doesn’t take long before you lose control, succumbing to his tongue, your body trembling and thighs quivering around his head. You cry out his name, feeling yourself clench around his fingers as you soak his chin and hand. Travis laps up every drop, drinking you down with loud greedy slurps as you writhe under him. He moans against your sensitive clit, the sound vibrating through you as he lick you clean, making you whimper and jolt through the aftershocks. You hadn't even noticed Travis had been rutting against the mattress this whole time.
Your body shivers as you pant breathlessly, coming down from your high, the rush gradually fading as your muscles relax. Travis moves back, but not before pressing a soft kiss against your clit before moving up. Your head rolls back against the pillow as he kisses up your body, burying his slick covered face against your belly and then chest.
He's painfully hard, feeling the way his cock strains against his boxers on your thigh but what he says next astonishes you.
"That was just day one baby, I don't wanna overwhelm you." he hums, "Wanna take it slow."
Your eyes fly open, looking at him in disbelief. "You're not gonna fuck me?"
He smirks, giving you a little wink, and then slots his lips firmly against yours, the warmth of his mouth making your belly flutter. You moan in to it, letting his tongue slip past your lips, tasting yourself on him. He pulls away suddenly, just as your fingers hook under the waistband of his boxers.
"We need to take it slow, its been so long, you're sensitive." Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his lips grazing your forehead.
You whine, crossing your arms tightly over your chest in a huff. You're touched by how sweet he is, considering the pain caused by the tent in his boxers, but you're also pissed off. The sexual frustration makes you want to scream. You need him desperately, craving the feeling of him deep inside you, stretching and filling your pussy completely.
The mattress shifts as Travis stands up, his feet shuffle across the carpet as he begins to walk toward the bathroom. Your hand quickly shoots out to catch his forearm, stopping him before he got out of your reach.
"No way, mister!" you call out, causing him to spin around, eyes wide in shock.
"Honey, it's been so long I don't want to—" he starts, but soon you cut him off.
You lean up on your elbows, breath shallow as the heat between your thighs screams for attention. "Travis," you say, trying to sound as calm as possible, but your voice wobbles. "I need you…I need you really, really bad." The words escape in a whimper, and tears start to gather in your eyes. You need him.
He freezes, expression softening into an empathetic look. Slowly, he reaches out to put a hand on your cheek. "I don't wanna hurt you, angel."
You wish you had a reply; you really wish you did, but you're desperate. "Travis…I. Need. You." pausing after each word, your eyes fixed on his. "And if you turn me down, you have one miserable night coming because if I wait one more second, I might explode."
With determination you shift on the bed, tucking your legs under yourself so you can kneel in front of him. You eyes grow wide and watery as you focus on him. They linger momentarily on the unmistakable outline of his cock against the stretched material of his boxers, then flick upward to meet his gaze.
"Travis…mama needs your cock, real bad." Sticking your lower lip out as you whisper a final plea. His wrist remains in your grasp as you gently guide it downward between your thighs, the air thickening with tension. A faint whine fills the room as you slide his finger through your soaked lips, "Need your thick cock.."
He shudders, eyelashes fluttering as he rubs the pad of his finger against your clit, you moan in a long exhale.
"Don't wanna hurt you." Travis mutters, you can see how conflicted he feels, your heart skips a beat.
You lazily ghost your lips over his neck, another whine leaving your lips, "You won't, you'll make me so happy…so full of you." you whisper seductively, as you nibble at the shell of his ear. "Unless you don't want that?" Pulling back just enough to look in his eyes, tilting your head to the side, pouting.
Travis shakes his head, swallowing hard. "No, no…I want that," he protests, desire flickering in his eyes. You lean closer to his neck, feeling the warmth of his sticky skin, and lightly drag your tongue over his pulse point, feeling it quicken.
Then laying back down, with a slow deliberate motion, your eyes never looking anywhere but at him. You spread your legs, looking at him with a playful smile. "Then take me…"
You weren't sure if you had ever seen a man pull his underwear off so quick, almost causing himself to stumble as he kicked them to the floor. You try not to giggle, biting your lip as you watch him crawl up the bed, toward you, his bare knee padding against the sheets.
His large cock rests against his stomach, you moan at the sight of his red tip dotted with precum that smears onto his happy trail with each movement. You bite your lip, hips bucking against air. "Oh fuck…I need you."
Grinning, Travis wraps his strong arm around you, his palm pressing steadily against your back as he pulls you closer. He takes his cock, sliding the tip through your slick folds, your juices smearing together on both of you. "Please…please…" you shudder, trembling under him as you grip onto his shoulders.
"Easy sweet thing, I got you." Travis coos, lips grazing over your skin as he leans down to drop a tender kiss to your forehead. His warm breath brushing softly against your skin as he slowly sinks into you.
You mewl, back arching as his thick cock stretches you. Each inch of him gliding against your walls just right as you gasp beneath him, gripping his shoulders. You moan sinfully as he stills for a moment, letting you adjust to the delicious stretch. "S-so big…need more." you sigh, nails scratching his back as you dig your heels into his waist, pulling him closer,
Travis chokes out a strangled groan, filling you to the hilt. He tightly grips onto the sheet, trying to keep the steady pace as he slow as possible he fucks into you. But you want more, you need more. "P-please…p-please hmmph Trav…need more." You cry pitifully, bucking your hips up against his.
He lets go of the sheet, finding your hand that had flopped next to your head. His fingers lace together with yours as he quickens the pace, grunting as his hips slam into yours. The wet sound of skin slapping fills the room, as Travis lets out a pleased hum. "Taking my cock so good baby…such a good girl…" he pants, squeezing your hand.
"S-so full," needy little whines leaving your parted lips with each thrust.
Travis nips at your neck, moving down to the skin by your collarbone, sucking on the sweet spot, and then running his tongue over it. "You're so tight…fuck." Pressing his forehead against yours, mouth hanging open, his breath ghosts over your lips.
You're stretching with each thrust, crying out while every grind of his hips catches his hair on your puffy clit. Pleasure pulsing quickly inside you, faster than it ever had before. "Travis, I-'gonna…fuck!"
The coil in your belly snaps, dissolving into toe curling pleasure. Eyes rolling back as your climax tears through your body. You tremble in his arms as your muscles tense, clinging to his back as your nails leave dents in his skin. His name rolls off your tongue in loud moans followed by a sharp gasp when you feel your release squirt out of you.
Travis digs his fingers into your hips, "Oh..my God..fuck." His babbles low and raspy, sending shivers down your spine. His eyes shut tightly, groaning in your ear, as your pussy clenches around him.
Once your haze fades a little, it dawns on you how quickly you came and a blush shrouds your face, "I'm…I-m sorry I came so f-fast, I just haven't done that in a while." you stutter, hiding your face in his neck.
Travis stops mid thrust, still deep inside you, holding off with a shaky breath. Eyes opening as he lifts his head up, gently rubbing his thumb against the spot he had been gripping.
"No, no, that's good baby, that's so good. I wanna make you feel good and that felt like you felt damn good." He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your damp shoulder.
You pull away from his neck, still out of breath, face flushed. "You can finish in me." You whisper shyly and his eyes go wide.
"Ya sure?"
You nod, "I've been on the pill since Lucy, might as well make use of it."
Travis smashes his mouth into yours in a hungry, messy kiss, teeth clicking as his tongue swirls around yours. His thrusts begin again, rough, and sloppier than before, you can tell he's getting close.
Your fingers tangle in his hair tugging hard, feeling him snap his hips against yours. Panting out little whines every time his cock pulses against your sensitive g-spot, it feels intoxicating.
"You look so pretty…all fucked out…creaming all over me." Travis coos, looking down at where you're connected. Streaks of your cream coating his cock every time he draws back, you feel him twitching inside you.
"Wanna feel you cum in me," You whine softly, "Want you to fill me up…it's been so long Trav. Want you t'claim me."
The little pleads just egg him on, bringing him closer as he shudders out a broken moan, babbling your name as his hips lurch forwards, spilling inside of you with a low breathy growl. Some of his cum drips down his shaft, there's so much of it as he periodically jerks his hips, pushing more inside you just for it to spill back out.
You whimper, body trembling from the warmth as your mouth hangs open, "Fuck, Travis." feeling him smirk against your neck, a low groan rasping from his throat.
"So good, you took me so well, you were so good for me." his babble comes out a little hoarse as he comes down from his high. Breath uneven, his body limp, and boneless against you; making you feel safe.
"Evidently you needed some release too." You tease, twirling his hair around your fingers.
Travis's breath tickles your damp skin as he chuckles, a sigh leaving his lips. He pulls back just enough so he can look you in the eye, nose rubbing against yours. "You did so good for me honey pie." the gentle sound of his voice almost making you want to cry…again.
His lips slot against yours once more, weaving together slow tentative adoration as his hands explore your body. "Feel so good against me, feels so good to be inside you…feels so good to hold you."
Blinking away tears, you cup his face in your hand, "Thank you." you whisper, watching Travis smile wide. His thumbs rubbing up and down your ribs, holding you close to him like if he let go you'd disappear, and he can't have that happen.
The two of you stay in that deep embrace, Travis laying on top of you, head tucked under your chin in sweet contentment. Every few minutes he sprinkles kisses all over your jaw and collarbone, making you giggle.
Your eyelids gradually start to feel heavy under the warmth of his body, but you feel him start to stir. Whining as he pulls out, the emptiness aching more than the fullness did. Keeping your eyes shut you hear him pick his boxers up off the floor, followed by his feet padding against the carpet to head to the bathroom.
The next thing you know he's gently tapping your knee, making your eyes flutter open. He's standing over you with a lovesick smile on his face, a damp cool cloth held in his hand. Shining a sleepy smile, you spread your legs to let him clean you up. A whimper falls from your lips, making him freeze.
"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asks hesitantly, carefully searching your face for any sign of discomfort.
You smile, slowly blinking the sleepier you got. "No, no, its just been a long time and we…enjoyed ourselves a lot." Breaking out in a giggle, feeling so giddy it hammers in your chest and you love every bit of it.
Travis takes your hands and carefully pulls you up to a sitting position on the bed, picking up his t-shirt that was thrown on the floor earlier and slipping it over your head. The shirt was big and soft, wrapping your tired muscles in a sense of security.
You began to stand up, feeling your legs start to wobble once you put weight on them.
"Need my help?" He asks, arm instantly wrapping around your waist.
"I think I got it." Taking a small step as you slip out of his grasp, your legs feeling a little more like part of your body and a little less like jelly.
"But if you do need me-"
"You'll be the first to know." Turning to look over your shoulder before entering the bathroom, a smirk toying at your lips.
A soft sigh escapes your lips as you settle back into bed, pulling the cool sheets over your tired legs. Travis presses a tender kiss to the top of your head, lips lingering, as his arm instinctively pulls you closer.
You curl up comfortably against him, resting your head on his broad chest, the steady beat of his heart thumping in your ear.
"Thank you for being so good to me." you mumble, eyelids beginning to flutter, as the exhaustion begins to take over.
"Always." He whispers in return, his calloused fingers tracing soothing circles along your arm. The room is quiet and calm, the only sound is your shallow breath as Travis's warmth lulls you sleep.
summary: gator follows up on your offer, and you begin to break apart his tough guy persona. but maybe, he's also worming his way into your mind.
wc: 4.3k
warnings/tags: 18+mdni, big smut, handjob, piv sex, gator trying to be dominant but failing, manhandling, bad/not enjoyable sex (not with gator), drinking and drugs, implied SA (not of reader), objectification of women, slut shaming, complex relationship with sex work
a/n: i'll soon set up a proper series masterlist and everything, but i wanted to get this out! this is the most graphic and dark series i've written so pls be patient w me and also give any feedback yessss, i'm so excited to execute the crazy ass plot in my brain. adding my general gator taglist for now, if you want to be removed/added lmk!
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20 minutes.
You’ve been waiting in this hotel room for 20 minutes, and still, that damn deputy is nowhere to be found. You take in your surroundings for the thousandth time, unable to fathom the sheer size of the place. You truly hadn’t expected him to contact you at all, but Gator Tillman had not only asked you if you were serious about your offer, but when you said yes (which you’re still not quite sure why you did), he even sprung for the nicest room in the hotel.
You do another once over of your outfit. It’s not as revealing as the other night, because that was all about showing Gator what he couldn’t have. This still hugs you in all the right places, a comfortable enough fabric and most importantly, easy to slip off. Everything you think you’ll need tonight.
Well, you should. If the man had just shown up on time. Usually, you’d be out of here quicker than anything, but Gator had calledyou, insisted you stay and that he’d be there as soon as possible, having been caught up in work. It was the fact that you could hear him whispering, and the faint voices of other people in the room that made you decided it was worth the wait. After, of course, mentioning that this didn’t mean he got a discount for the time he wasn’t here. And you were starting to get pissed off that you’d wasted your time coming here.
You checked the clock again. If another five minutes passed, maybe you would draw yourself a nice bath. You’re pretty sure you saw that the en-suite had a bathtub with jets, so at the end of the day, you would still win.
Just then, the door opens and Gator enters, covered in head to toe in full deputy gear this time, not hiding his identity. Though it’s not like he really was last time either. He’s breathing heavy, eyes wild like he’s just seen the world cave in on itself. You usually expect this after you’re done with your clients, but hey.
“Hey, dollface.” You smile, like absolutely nothing’s wrong. You aren’t one for prying into personal lives, and Gator’s type would surely get defensive if you even tried.
His attention properly turns to you then and his jaw tenses as he takes in your dress. “You look…” It almost seems like he’s about to give you a compliment but he thinks the better of it, shaking his head and taking a step towards you. “Sheriff called me in on the drug case again.” He offers without your question. You store that in your Gator file — he wants to tell you things, maybe it helps him feel comfortable with everything. Somehow, you know this isn’t going to be your only encounter.
“How’s that goin’?” You dare to ask.
“Well…” He points between the two of you, like he’s already waiting for an answer.
“Now, Now. I said, I spill secrets in the sack.” You hold out your hand, because you’ve already gone over your policy with him. Cash first, then goods.
He rolls his eyes, digging into his pocket for his wallet and fishing out the bills. “Still think ‘s stupid I gotta pay you ‘fore you even get me off.” He mumbles, but hands you the cash anyway.
“Hm, let’s think.” You count through the bills. “What’s worse? Givin’ away a bit of cash and not get fucked or givin’ away my body and not getting paid?” Neither of you discuss the bigger question: Why are you doing this when he could just as easily pay you to give the information directly? You claim it’s because you have integrity. You’re not a snitch. But if something happens to slip out well, you can’t control it. You pick a single bill out of the stack and slowly bring it to your lips, pressing a loud kiss on it that leaves behind a stain of red. “Now I know you’re good for it.” You smile sweetly, tucking that bill into one of the many pockets in his tactical vest. You already feel him tense at the way your touch lingers, one hand hooking around his neck as if you need stability for such a small action.
“Now…” You pull back, but slide your hand down his arm, holding gently to his wrist. “How do you wanna start this?”
He looks to where your hands are connected for a long moment, blinking rapidly. But quickly, his resolve comes back to him, and he pulls his wrist away, walking across the room.
“I dunno what your coworkers told ya, but ‘m not like that.”
You think about how he was literally falling apart in your hands when it was just your lips on his ear, but instead of bringing it up, you just nod. “Ok.”
Gator’s eyes squint and he cocks his head to the side like he’s trying to make sense of you. “Well, why’d you say it like that?”
You just blink. Frankly, it doesn’t matter either way. He’s a client. You have one goal. “Gator, I’m just here to do what you pay me to do.” You say simply. This is a business transaction. You couldn’t care less about what he’s buying, as long as he’s buying it.
He nods, swallowing as he takes a seat on the bed. “Good. Then…” He pauses like he’s choking for a moment. “Knees.” It’s not lost on you that he takes note of the room, finds the shag carpet and drags it over in front of him with his foot.
You take your place there, holding back a shocked noise at the surprising plushness of the carpet. He leans back on his palms, eyes steel as he looks at you expectantly. If that’s how he wants to play it, then sure. But just as you reach out for the zipper of his cargos, he takes another strangled breath. “Call me deputy.” You nod again. It follows — a man like this, so desperate for that feeling of power. True respect. His whole identity was being a policeman, so maybe that’s what he thinks those types of guys would do.
He is not one of those guys, evident by the way he literally shudders when you pull him out of his boxers. Your other hand moves carefully to his inner thigh, stroking gentle circles there in time with your slow pumps. He exhales, throwing his head back quickly. “Hand or mouth, deputy?” You ask. Usually, you would blink up at him with your calculated babydoll eyes. But today, you are unable to take your eyes off of where you are working him, as he quickly gets hard. Wondering what it will feel like when that is actually inside of you. It’s impressive, you have to admit. He chuckles a bit, leaning forward. “You’ll really do anythin’ I want, huh?” He sounds surprised, though you know he’s visited people just like you before. First hand, you heard the account.
“I have my limits.” You simply say, keeping your hand moving in slow, torturous strokes as you see his hips begin to move.
Gator still manages to snort, though he is a panting mess. “You’re a…professional…whore. Y’ got no fuckin’ limits.”
Your jaw immediately tenses, fire lighting in your stomach when you hear that. Not in the sexy way. In the way where you will kill someone. You don’t stop the hand that’s on him. In fact, you speed it up. Your other moves to cup his jaw tightly, squeezing his cheeks between your fingers and forcing his gaze down to you. “Listen to me, Gator, I may do this for a living and I may do what you ask, but you do have to ask. If I tell you no and you so much as scoff back at me, it’s over.” You spit. “And if you even try to hurt me, I know you know I have friends in high places that’ll make sure you’re never seen on the face of the Earth again, let alone this hotel. Understand?” You act as if he doesn’t know the highest power of them all. You have to for your own safety. His pupils are completely dilated, the rest of his body still. Except his hips. They buck upward into your hand almost involuntarily. He doesn’t speak, just lets out a filthy moan. “I asked if you understood, deputy.” You only smile at the very end of your sentence as you call him by that name that he loves so much. You can see how hard he is trying to keep himself together, swallowing to suppress his moans as his high rises. You pull off your hand and he lets out a strangled sound you’ve never heard before. “Do you-“
“Yes, yes, I understand.” He groans, eyes drifting expectantly to your other hand, a sticky mess now, but still not touching him. “Shit, please don’t stop. Please I-“ You decide to put him out of his misery, but it’s not your hand that turns him on the most.
“Good.” You coo, stroking his jaw lightly with the hand that still holds his face and an involuntary whimper falls from his mouth. He squeezes his eyes shut, turning away from you. “So,” you try to focus back to the task at hand. Well…that was the question, wasn’t it? “Hand or mouth?” It’s not asked in earnest. You already know it’s too late for him. And he seems to finally be realizing it too. You weren’t even trying to turn him on but you are damn glad that you did.
“Wait, shit, slow-“ He is cut off by his is moan as the orgasm hits him hard and fast, spilling all over your hand, your dress and his own stomach. “Shit, shit, shit.” He gasps, hips still twitching as you pull him through the aftershocks.
When finally, he seems like he’s out of his haze, you stare at him, waiting to see if he wants anything more, wants you to stay there. The first appointment is always the trickiest, when you’re trying to figure out what makes them the most comfortable. The men in these parts aren’t exactly known for their good communication skills, but you are nothing if not attentive when it comes to this job. You kind of have to be, or it’s your head on the spike when they report you to the police. You’ve learned to live in fear of the very man who you are kneeled in front of now, though it’s hard to be scared when that’s how quickly he falls apart.
Gator hasn’t said a word yet, simply staring ahead. Not even at you. You take that as your cue to head to the bathroom, though you leave the door open, so he can come in if he wants to. Still, he doesn’t move. You catch a glimpse of him through the mirror as you scrub your hands and he can’t stop staring at the white wall. It’s not a look unfamiliar to you — guilt, disgust, pure shock. Some because they hate themselves for doing it, but most because they want to again. It gives you a thrill, you have to admit. Having that much power over a man. But it also means you have responsibility.
You’re not sure if it’s out of expectation or pity, but you reach for the washcloth, wetting it.
When you walk over to him again, you kneel back into the plush rug and reach out with the cloth.
“Fuck are you doing?” He snatches it out of your hands, cleaning himself off. Though cleaning seems like a light word for his movements. “I don’t- Look, I don’t know whatcha just did to me, but…” Your eyes widen at the way he moves the cloth against him, skin going red raw. The idea that someone can look after him is a private offense. “It wasn’t meant to happen that quick-”
“Deputy.” You try. He keeps scrubbing even though his stomach is clean, like he has to hurt himself for showing you what he actually likes. Despite the fact that what you just did was far from embarrassing. You can already tell that’s going to sting, so you reach out, placing a palm on his wrist. “Don’t worry. Like I said, I don’t judge and don’t tell anyone.”
His eyes flick heavy from left to right, like he’s really trying to analyze whether that’s the truth. He swallows, averts his gaze, then, finally drops his wrist. “How come the other girl did then?” He whispers, defeated.
It clicks to you then, why he’s so desperate that you don’t see him like that. He trusted once, thought it’d be something just for him. It almost makes you feel sorry. You pause for a moment, not sure how to approach this. Eventually, you decide, honesty is best. “Well, just like you have cop talk, we have stories about our clients too. We don’t usually use names, but when you walked in…” You chuckle, still not quite able to wrap your head around it. The big Tillmans, who fight for men and the God-given rights of holy people, with the most unholy of all. “Who would’ve thought the big bad alligator was a sweet little creature this entire time.” His face hardens then completely, and before you know it you are hauled from your place on the ground and thrown onto the mattress. He crawls over you, fire lighting in his eyes.
“‘M not sweet…” He breaths against your lips with a growl. “And I damn sure ain’t little either.” He hauls one of your legs around his waist, licking into your mouth with abandon. You don’t even react except a small moan as he grinds his hips against yours. It would be hotter if he was honest with himself though. It was hot five seconds ago, leaving you more worked up than you realized. Experimentally, your run your hands through his sweat-soaked hair strands, nails scratching lightly at his scalp, and he pants into you.
That’s when you start the timer. 3. He keeps kissing you, your tongue slowly sliding above, fighting for dominance. Still, he doesn’t quite let you, hands gripping tighter on your hips, yet never making a move to actually take your dress off. 2. With one hand still in his air, the other slides down, tangling in his chest hair, pulling him more against you. His grip on your hips slips with a small whine. 1. You tug his head up gently, so your lips are free to suck gently on his neck. He lets out the filthiest moan you’ve ever heard at the small contact. There’s the break. “Feels good?”
He just melts.
“Yes, fuck yes. I-“ His fingers run along your inner thigh, and he swallows hard. You feel the action against your lips. He pulls back from your mouth, doing the thing again where he looks at you for a long moment, like he’s weighing his options. You blink slowly, letting him form his words. “Wanna…” Your stomach bubbles, waiting for the admission. The thing you know he wants, and now, you want it too. But just as his lips press together to form the syllables, there’s a buzz from the dresser.
You turn to your phone. Spot the name that’s ringing.
And it’s like you both remember what he’s here for, though you know it doesn’t quite make sense.
It’s Marcus, your best paying client, and the drug dealer that Gator was so very curious about the other night. “That’s my cue to get going.” Your hands slowly let go from where they were holding him, and you slip out from under his hips. You don’t answer the call, but take your phone into your hands, scanning the room to find where your shoes flew off when he threw you on the bed.
“You’re gonna leave, just like that?” Gator blinks as he pulls sits on the edge of the bed.
“Our hour’s up. I gotta clean up before my next job.” You slip your shoes on, indicating to the dress that he has destroyed. Shame, too. You really liked that dress. “We can figure out another time to pick up where we left off.” You smile reassuringly as you pull your coat on, but he is still just shaking his head in disbelief. You do feel bad to cut it off like this, but you also don’t have much of a choice.
With a small exhale, you move to stand in front of him again. When your hand cups his cheek, he tilts his face up — rosy cheeks, flushed lips and… those goddamn hopeless eyes. Your stomach does a flip staring into them. You lean down, pressing your lips to his in a sloppy kiss. Taken by surprise, his mouth immediately opens for you, letting your tongue take the lead this time. See, the thing you’d noticed over the years was that men, especially in Lehigh, had a way of feeling like they were carrying the entire world on their shoulders. But on the outside, you wouldn’t be able to notice it — their backs straight, chin jutted out, head held high. That performance was something so deeply ingrained into them, that they didn’t even realize they were doing it. It was only when you got them under the covers, away from the town’s prying eyes and out of their own heads, that they actually got to be truly, deeply free. The difference between them, and Gator though, is how obviously you can see through that demeanor just by his eyes. It’s like while everyone else holds up stony metal shields, Gator’s is plastic. But it’s still there. And soon, he remembers who he wants to be and tangles his hands in your hair roughly as you kiss. Before he can pull you closer, you pull away and lean into his ear. “You know, it’s okay to like letting go.” You whisper.
You spin on your heel again, not paying mind to his furious face as you reach for the door handle.
“What about the information you promised me?” He tries. You hear in his voice, that he’s not actually angry, just incredibly flustered. God, he really just wants to prove himself on that case.
“Well, honey…” You turn to him with a saccharine smile. “You didn’t get me in the sack just yet.”
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Being at Marcus’ is a completely different game to your one on one sessions.
The house is beyond busy, people always flooding and out to sort deals, buy product and the like. Especially on a Friday night like tonight — when Marcus throws his weekly poker games with his closest associates — there is barely a second to hear your own thoughts. It’s probably better that way, because thinking too much is never a good thing for a girl like you.
Here, you are with the group of women who have steadily become something like friends in this strange place. Allies might be the right word for it. You’re lined up against the bar, hair pinned up and out of your face, nursing a drink in your hands. You watch as the men bet in exorbitant amounts that you can’t comprehend. Sometimes with money, other times with substances in tiny zip lock bags, slid in with the poker chips. The saying goes “Don’t get high off your own supply,” but it doesn’t saying anything about others’.
A tiny wag of Marcus’ two fingers calls you over. He introduces you to the people in the group that don’t know. Just like the other girls, the first thing he says after your name is what the men actually care about — your best ‘asset.’ For Honey, it’s her tits, for Belle, it’s her ass, Kristy gives a blowjob that “gets you out of your brain faster than the coke.” This is what you are to him: an array of trophies he can show off, part of the full poker game experience. The men’s eyes scrape over your body, the cling of fabric, the curve of your breasts. Everything below your face. You’ve already spotted the one you hope you end up with tonight, a crooked accountant by the name of Peter. He’s cuter than the rest of them, and hope to God he’s as his good in bed as his face promises.
“Get me a whiskey, would ya, hon?” Marcus asks, voice silky smooth as he spins your around, sending you off with a slap on your ass.
You spend the first half of the night as a glorified waitress, like always, observing the men and women carefully and taking not of anything that Deputy Tillman might get to know for the right price. They never do think you’re listening, these boys. Never think you’re doing anything but waiting to get into bed with them.
You slip to the bathroom and already hear the low chatter in there, knowing that they all had the same idea as you. You push open the door, joining the two women at the mirror where they’re touching up their makeup as they discuss the people in attendance tonight. “That poor Eddie guy, he’s losing all his money.” Honey chuckles as she places some glitter on her eyelids.
“Hey, that means you’ve got free bait.” You slide into the conversation without missing a beat, patting powder across your face. It’s going to get sweated off within a few hours, but there’s nothing to do about that.
“You ever going to stop thinking of this as a hunt?” Angel asks curiously, fixing her messed up hair.
“But that’s what makes it fun!” You are unable to hold back the laugh as you try to apply your lipstick, resulting in a small smudge. “Whoops.”
The two share a look before blinking at you. “You have a good day then?” Honey teases.
“What?”
“Oh, nothin’, just don’t think I’ve seen y’ this chirpy at Marcus’…ever.”
It’s true, he’s not your favorite to be around. That might have something to do with the fact that you have seen women running out of here multiple times, tears flooding down their face because some man didn’t even try to treat them as human. And Marcus, not once, cares to do anything about it. The guy comes back, the woman is gone by the next week. You know that’s how it works. Money’s money, and Marcus pays generously, which is why you keep showing up. But you also don’t mind spilling those secrets to take him down. But for now, what matters is the cash. Not just Marcus’, but the guys who pay you handsomely for doing what they think their wives can’t. Truly, it’s that they can’t let go in front of people they actually know. You smile, thinking about the small break you saw in one of those very men today. God, Gator had looked good like that.
“Yep.” Angel affirms. “That’s the look of a woman who’s been fucked well.” You roll your eyes. You weren’t even fucked, but it had felt good. The three of you slip back out of the bathroom, slotting right back into role of the mysterious, alluring dolls that Marcus wants.
As the night trails on, the girls get picked away one by one. You end up where you do most Friday nights recently — bent over a bed with Marcus pounding into you from the back, one hand pressed firm behind your head, almost shoving your face into mattress. You can hear the people in the other room. One man is groaning in pure pleasure, a woman is whispering filthy nothings you can’t quite make out, Marcus himself is babbling out things into your ear. It’s a chorus of music, some instruments crescendoing, others still in piano. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Marcus groans, leaning over you. He’s not bad at sex, but he’s not great either. But it’s a performance either way. And you’re currently in the most boring part — the repetitive chorus. You have your methods of fixing that feeling, thinking about better men, thinking about being in charge.“Don’t tell any o’ the others, but you’re definitely my favorite.” He licks a sloppy stripe up your skin, that sound filling your ears in a way that makes you want to squirm. Instead, you match the pitch your own fake moans to the girl a few doors down. Imagine it’s not a lick but delicate kisses being placed down your neck. He chuckles in satisfaction at the notes coming from your throat, gliding into one another. “You like that?”
“Yeah.” You breathe, your words quickly being cut off by his mouth mashing into yours. He kisses a bit like a fourteen year old that thinks that French kissing is the most scandalous term he’s ever heard. You get lost in your imaginations again. The hands in your hair brush slowly, lips moves under your lead, and there isn’t a tongue being jammed all the way down your throat.
“I’m your favorite too, huh?” He smirks, feeling you move against him now in shorter, quicker movements. Thinking it’s because of him. “Bet no one actually makes you feel this good.” He palms wildly at your ass, almost at the edge now. “You gonna come?”
“Uh huh.” You lie, although you are closer than you have probably ever been with him. Arms that wrap around you because you trust them, a man that takes you like this because it makes you feel good, not because it hides your face. Marcus’ grip tightens on your hips and it is taking everything in him not to spill over right now. So, you begin the crescendo, your voice getting higher, in the practiced staccato of sharp words. “Yes, Marcus- Yes- Yes- Oh!” It’s the last note that makes him break, spilling into the condom, with a screwed up face. Your eyes don’t fall shut this time when your imagination takes over. It’s not Marcus that you see in front of you, though.
pairing - travis “teacake” meacham x fem!reader wc- 4k
summary - travis “teacake” has been your dealer for awhile now, you’ve tried dropping hints for months but he never picks up on them. tonight you finally invite him inside to share.
c/w - smut! 18+, dealer!teacake, drug usage, unprotected sex, oral sex, tit sucking, teacakes tip is pierced, porn w small plot
you’d been buying from teacake meacham for a few months now. every-time it was the same routine, it always started with a text to meet in some random discreet location. he’d pull up in his old burgandy sedan, the window already half-way down while some self help podcast played quietly on the speakers. teacake talked at a mile a minute the second you approached his car. he was always awkwardly chatty, the second you approached he would immediately launch into some random conversation like he couldn’t stand the silence that could potentially come. his yapping left you slightly bewildered and confused.
teacake was undeniably cute though. you’d been subtly flirting with him since he started selling to you, but he never seemed to pick up on it. you’d let your fingers linger on his, smile a little flirtier than necessary, tease him, and compliment him. but he’d always brush it off with some deflection and then dive into the next subject of conversation. sometimes you even tried to mention going to get food together or just a coffee if you picked up in the morning, but he either had to get to work or just said he wasn’t hungry. you started to assume he just wasn’t into you, he was your dealer after all.
tonight was different though. your car was in the shop at the same time that you needed a restock, so you asked teacake if he could show up to your place instead. it was a risky ask, but you trusted him enough, you’d seen enough of him to know he was mostly harmless.
the short and simple “omw” text came in almost an hour ago, and now you’re waiting for him to show up. standing on the front porch of your small house in the middle of some shabby suburban neighborhood.
the second his car arrived and the door opened, he was already talking. “hey. nice place, way nicer than i pictured- not that i pictured it, but- you know” he ran a hand through his hair to push it back. teacakes hair was long, and parted down the middle. he had dark roots and yellow-blonde waved hair, and he was wearing some faded white t shirt and black pants. he smelt of some cheap musky cologne and the typical familiar hint of weed.
you smiled as he approached “thanks.. thanks for coming all the way out here by the way, i appreciate it.”
“totally. of course.” he stepped up on your porch and pulled out two familiar bags. one halfway full of a pearly white powder, and one full of marijuana. “here you go. it’s uh.. on me tonight. consider it a house-call discount”
he seemed more fidgety than normal. maybe because of the setting. coming to your house was different than meeting in a dark parking lot, something about it felt intimate as you two stood on your porch out in the cold kansas night.
“on you? are you sure?” it took you off guard, you definitely looked surprised but pleased. you already had to pay for your car to get fixed, so you surely weren’t gonna turn down the opportunity for a free restock.
“totally sure. i mean, it’s not a big deal or anything… just felt like it. you’re one of my best customers.” he laughed a little embarrassed “that sounded like i have a lot of customers, i don’t. well, i do-“
you cut him off before he could ramble any more “i appreciate it, really.” you stood in silence for a few awkward seconds before you decided to take a chance. “do you wanna.. come in? maybe you could do it with me?” you figured since he was giving it to you for free, sharing with him was the least you could do.
his big brown eyes widened, they were full of shock before his brain caught up and he nodded a little too eagerly “yeah. yeah, sure.”
you nodded back and turned towards your front door to open it, letting him inside, and watching as he glanced around at everything in your home.
“cool place. smells nice.” he cleared his throat and gestured around the small living area “so where do we uh…” teacake couldn’t seem to find the right words to describe what was about to happen.
you pointed towards the couch “there is fine.” he sat down near you, a few inches apart on the two-seater couch. you could tell he was nervous, you hadn’t considered that he probably didn’t partake with his customers often. his palms kept rubbing against the top of his pants, you assumed he was sweating.
you both started with the weed, doing rips off a bong that was already sitting on your coffee table, taking turns. teacake lit the bong, and pulled it for you each time. you’d told him that you knew how to do it, obviously, but he insisted. after a while he leaned back against the couch cushions, looking way more relaxed than when he arrived. you shifted closer to him and leaned your head against the couch cushion as your eyes traveled down his side profile. he got prettier the more you looked at him, or maybe the higher you got. it was getting harder to ignore your attraction for him.
“what’s this, mm?” you gestured towards the side of his neck where a tattoo went vertically under his ear. it said “howdy”.
teacake’s body stilled as he swallowed hard, shrugging a bit dismissively. “oh. that? got it a bit ago, thought it was the funniest thing in the world. still kinda do, i guess.” he turned his head slightly towards you, letting you look closer at his soft marked up skin.
your fingers moved to brush the hair from his ear, fingers gently lingering on the warm skin of his tattoo. “it is funny.” a soft laugh left your lips “i like it.” you started to trace the letters as he remained still, gaze fixed on some random place across the room. teacake had been hoping for the past few months that he hadn’t been dreaming, he’d noticed subtle things that you’d do but told himself you wouldn’t be interested. couldn’t be interested in someone like him. he wasn’t sure if he believed that anymore now that your fingers were on his skin, but he still seemed completely oblivious in your eyes.
your fingers moved to travel through the hair on the nape of his neck “you have nice hair, teacake.” his hair was soft, and thick, you could’ve run your fingers through it all night.
he let out a soft laugh, it sounded flustered. “it’s just hair, kinda fried too, probably. you have nice hair too though, real nice. super….”
he was rambling again, as he did so often. you found it endearing if you were being honest. he seemed incapable of processing the compliment as anything other than bizarre. he wasn’t pulling away from where your fingers were toying with his hair, but he surely wasn’t leaning in like you’d want him to either.
“so uh- the coke? you wanna…?” he gestured towards the small bag sitting on your coffee table and you nodded. teacake made two small neat lines of the pearly powder on the table as you leaned down with one nostril plugged to inhale the powder. teacake was holding his breath, watching you, and briefly reached out to hold your hair back while you snorted a line. the feeling of his large hand gathering your hair made you shudder more than the effects of the line did. teacake watched you the entire time, whispering “woah” to himself, as he watched the way your pupils enlarged.
an immediate rush started to buzz in your skull as you leaned back and his hand left your hair. teacake took his line much faster than you did, all nervous energy as he quickly sat back up and blinked rapidly, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. everything seemed to feel sharper between the two of you, space closing without either of you even realizing it. you turned slightly towards him and your knee brushed against his thigh, he seemed jittery, leg bouncing up and down.
you watched him for a long minute as he took another line, then a grin plastered onto his face.
“you have really nice eyes. all big and brown.” your brain felt fuzzy, but your vision was tunneled on him and the way his lips parted after every compliment. on the way his eyes widened and how his long lashes curled when he’d look up. on the way he’d run a hand through his hair and you’d catch how it’d flex the muscles in his bicep. his hands were so veiny, they looked rough and calloused. his sideburns were so prominent. his hair was so pretty. everything about him stuck out more to you now, and it was getting harder and harder to not launch yourself on top of him and taste his skin.
he let out a huff of laughter, leaning back, all relaxed and his body pliant. you were certain he didn’t even notice how hard you were staring. “yeah? they’re just.. brown. kinda muddy.” he tilted his head towards you. “yours are nicer.” you weren’t sure if your mind was playing tricks on you, but you were certain you watched him lean in.
the conversation kept flowing. lightly, and slightly awkward. teacake seemed to get chattier as he got higher, his eyes wide in some sort of nervous excitement that was making you feel dizzy just from watching him. it felt like hours went by. you were laughing at everything he was saying, maintaining eye contact, moving closer, angling your body towards him and even biting on your bottom lip occasionally as he looked at you. but nothing seemed to register to him. it was infuriating and sexy at the same time. he was so clueless.
after he leaned back from taking another rip from the bong, your hand traveled to his arm, lightly brushing the skin of his forearm. your fingers delicately traced the soft skin. he had a large blue inked snake tattoo there, you knew what it meant, so you didn’t ask. but your fingers continued tracing the skin, tracing the shape and pattern where the skin was still slightly raised.
a full body shudder seemed to go through him at the gentle feeling on what he considered one of the worst parts of him. he tilted his head to look over at you. the second he saw your face, it seemed like everything clicked for him. everything finally made sense to him.
he angled his body towards you and slide a hand over to carefully rest on your waist, it hovered in the air for a long second before he finally made contact with your skin. “is this.. okay? am i getting this?”
“yeah, you’re getting it now.” you said softly, but you couldn’t hide the anticipation flooding through you. you’d wanted him for so long, wanted him to make a move or do something for so long. his hand on your hip felt like a live wire, and your veins were humming in response.
“alright. good. that’s good.” teacakes voice dropped, becoming more confident. it was more than clear to him now that you wanted him, that he was wanted by you. he saw it in the way your cheeks were pink, the way you kept shifting your thighs, the way you swallowed nervously every-time he looked at you. he was surely gonna give you everything you’d need now that he knew. he was a people pleaser after all.
teacake was the kind of guy who would do anything anybody asked of him, which is probably why he had this job in the first place. this specific scenario though? this was something teacake would gladly do without argument, he’d please you in any way you asked of him.
he leaned in and you watched his eyelids flutter shut before his lips connected to yours. it started soft, like he still wasn’t sure if he should be kissing you, but you kissed back immediately. melting against him as your hands came up to press flat on his chest. he let out a small surprised gasp sound as you did, and immediately matched your energy. the hand that was on your hip moved to your back, pulling you into him until you were shifting to straddle his lap. teacakes hands went straight back to your torso, spanning so much skin. his hands were large, covering most of your stomach as he gripped onto skin.
your mouth moved downwards, kissing down his jawline and the skin of his neck until you found the hollow of his throat. sucking softly on the skin there, your tongue soothing over skin that teeth would graze. his neck was so pretty, you bit down gently but hard enough to leave a mark. teacake seemed to jolt in response to your teeth sinking into his neck, his fingers roaming up from your hips to span your ribs and shift to grab onto your breasts. he moaned at the feeling.
“yeah.. jus like that. more, please.” his head fell back on the cushions, the long line of his pale throat completely exposed. covered in goosebumps and saliva from your open mouthed kisses.
his long fingers slid under your shirt, one hand pressing against your bare skin and sliding over your stomach and gripping at your hip. his other hand was moving all over your thigh, tracing your bare skin as his fingers would lightly graze the edge of your cotton shorts.
teacakes mouth searched for yours again with a small grin on his face. your hands moved back up to tangle in his blonde hair, gripping at the roots and grinding yourself down on his lap. the second your hips rolled against his, he was yanking your shirt over your head. movements clumsy because of how urgent they were. “sorry.. im just..” he cut himself off with a shake of his head as he moaned when you dragged over his aching bulge.
he pulled his own shirt off, and your eyes were immediately glazed over in desire. he was pale, and lean with a soft tummy and the most beautiful chest hair you’d ever seen. it was thick, and traveled from the hollow of his throat down to his sternum, leading all the way down to a cock you were certain was going to split you open based on how thick it felt through his pants.
his lips immediately found yours again, his tongue diving deeper into your mouth and the taste of him made your head spin. this time his lips traveled, moving down your jaw and chest until his kiss swollen pink lips began to move over the skin falling out of your bra. teacakes fingers worked quickly, unfastening your bra and pushing it it down so his mouth could latch onto one of your peaked nipples.
you felt your back arch, soundlessly begging for more of his attention. his sucking became tighter and hungrier, cheeks hollowing out. he groaned as your body responded to him, hands gripping your hips tightly to hold you steady on his lap, using his grip to roll your hips, grinding you against his throbbing cock.
he pulled back from your tit, lips glistening and eyes glassy as he stuttered over his words “need to be inside you, that.. that okay?”
you shook your head, fighting back a pleased smile as you pushed his head back down to your body. you had all the time in the world, what was the rush?
his mouth went back to your tits, tongue and lips working over your skin as he’d alternate from soft licks to desperate sucks. teacakes hands were sliding down from your hips to grip at your ass. you could feel how wet you were, soaking through the thin fabric and probably onto his pants too. his fingers moved to hook into your waistband, sliding his hand into the front of your shorts and exploring the heat. fingers sliding all over your soaked and messy pussy, thumb pressing firm on your clit to make you jolt in his lap before he shifted his weight to lay you down on the couch below him. it took no time for your shorts and panties to be pulled down your legs.
he let out a groan as soon as he saw how wet you were, pussy coated and clenching around the cold air. the insides of your thighs were slick as you squirmed. he gripped onto your hips and pulled your legs over shoulders, lowering his head to dive into you. his tongue was flat at first, slow broad strokes gathering every ounce before his nose began to rub against your clit. his hands left your hips to go in between your thighs, thumbs spreading you wide for him while his tongue began to flick back and forth. he was a mess. groaning repeatedly, shifting his hips on the couch to rut against the cushions. his tongue moved upwards, tracing patterns on your clit before he was flattening it hard and pressing it against you. he wasn’t all that coordinated, but man, he was eager.
you felt your entire body tremble, aching for release, back arching off the couch to press harder on his face. your hands were tugging on his hair, holding him there until he could only breathe in the scent of you. “fu-fuck, …oh! right there…. mmmph” his mouth was much more effective when he was nose deep in your pussy, and not rambling about any thought he’d come up with.
the second two of his long fingers slid into you, you broke. you were moaning his name loud and breathy, squirming as your orgasm crashed over you body, leaving you boneless and breathless on the couch.
he came up for air, panting, and he looked gorgeous. face covered in your cum. his chin, lips and nose were glistening in your arousal. as soon as the last of your trembling subsided, teacake pulled his fingers out of you and sat up, quickly moving to pull his pants down.
the second his thick cock was out you were mesmerized. long, girthy and veiny- but what caught your eye was the kings crown piercing right on the red head of his cock. you’d never been with a man who had a piercing there, and the sight was making you drool. you could imagine it. imagine the cold metal rubbing against you, reaching parts of you that you didn’t even know existed yet.
he looked wrecked, eyes pleading and wide “c’mon baby, lemme fuck you. lemme wreck this pussy, baby… just tell me how you want it.. tell me what you want me to do” teacakes hips rocked forward slowly, letting the tip of his cock circle against your clit and tease your entrance. the piercing caught on your clit for a second, rubbing in a pleasure filled pain that made you gasp as your eyes widened. the second his tip slipped in to part you, the cold metal rubbed against your walls and you both let out long moans that went on forever, eyes rolling back into your head.
your hips arched up, begging for more. you didn’t care how he was fucking you. you’d have done any position, as long as it meant his cock was gonna be in your tight walls, pulsing inside of you. “don’t- don’t care how.. just want you s’bad… tea-“
“travis.” he corrected softly. “ i want you to say my name when im in you, okay?” his eyes were a little vulnerable, open in a way you hadn’t seen before as he pushed forward again. stretching you deliciously.
“mhmmm, travis. okay.” you nodded frantically, brain scrambled and unable to think properly as his thick dick continued breaching you. the stretch was intense, bordering on pain as his cock slowly began to fill you entirely. his eyes were squeezed shut, jaw tight and clenched as he breathed through his nose.
his cock was buried deep inside you when he began withdrawing tentatively, but following with deeper and more confident thrusts. he leaned down and captured your lips, moaning into your mouth as his tongue mimicked the filthy rhythm of his hips. he was frantic, slightly clumsy, but completely consumed. his thrusts were becoming long and deep, hitting every sensitive spot inside of you. your hands reached up to tangle in his hair before cradling his cheek as he kissed you. travis leaned into the touch like a man starved before panting against your palm and pressing open mouthed kisses to the damp salty skin.
“feeling you.. all wrapped around me like this… god, you feel perfect.” the sensation of his piercing was like nothing you’d ever felt before, the cold metal dragging against your walls and stimulating every inch of your insides. pussy clenching around him as you felt the friction of the bead catch on spongy spots inside of you.
“travis..harder…harder.. i can take it.” you were breathlessly begging, your lower stomach full of a pleasure that would snap at any moment. shudders continuously ran through your body.
“shit- okay, anything you want.” his cock slammed into you then, jolting your body forward on the couch. you felt lightheaded, brain completely blank as he reached spots of you that left you babbling incoherently. your hands were digging into his back, nails close to piercing through the skin as he went harder and harder to chase his release.
travis was sweating, forehead pressing against yours as you both panted into eachothers mouths before he turned his head to the side to moan loudly. your mouth moved instantly, tongue darting out to trail on the tattoo on the side of his neck, tasting the sweet salty sweat that had gathered. the taste of him caused your release to crash over you, you gasped against his neck, biting down onto his skin to muffle the desperate sounds leaving your lips.
you expected your orgasm to induce his own, but it only made him go harder. thick hands angling your hips to shift his position, gripping onto your breasts that were bouncing frantically underneath him. his body was trembling, muscles coiled together tightly, sweat dampening his chest hair as his tummy rolled slightly against yours with every long stroke of his cock.
you were so sensitive, moaning uncontrollably as you guided his lips back to yours in a messy clash. his body stilled completely as your tongue fucked into his mouth, and he pulled out instantly to paint your stomach with hot white stripes of his cum. panting heavily as his chest was rising and falling, cum still shooting out of his cock while his hand stroked himself firmly to milk his cock dry. he was gripping your skin tightly with his opposite hand, steadying himself. you were both silent for awhile afterwards, catching your breath, before he broke the silence, inevitably.
“so that was-“ gaining a nervous edge to his voice again.
you interrupted him before he could say anything stupid. “do you want to.. i don’t know..we could rinse off? together?”
a goofy grin took place on his lips immediately “yeah? yeah. that sounds..” he quickly tried to compose himself, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, even though he was just destroying your pussy in ways you knew you wouldn’t find with anyone else “i mean yeah, that’s cool.”
he stood up, still beautifully naked on unsteady feet and offered his hands to help you up. his eyes were still raking over you. fucked out, hair messy, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. he was mesmerized.
“god.. you’re just so- lead the way” you smiled and blushed a little, walking towards the bathroom in the hall.
you stepped into the shower and under the water first, watching him step in behind you. the water beaded down his body, his hair darkening as he pushed it back.
he was so beautiful. too beautiful for his own good. your eyes moved further down, watching how the water caught in his chest hair and dripped down into his happy trail. it made your mouth water all over again. his hands settled on your hips gently, thumbs stroking your skin as he leaned into kiss your flushed cheeks, murmuring against your skin “y’know this is a lot better than just.. leaving”
“i know.” a soft smile played on your lips as he continued kissing your cheeks and began to help wash the his cum off of your torso. “i might just have to invite you to come in again sometime”
teacake grinned a little, huffing out a quiet laugh against your cheek before he teased “might have to keep giving you a discount.”
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Now pretty baby,
I'm running back home to you,
Fresh out the slammer,
I know who my first call will be to
Your boyfriend Travis just got out of prison and he comes straight home to you.
pairing: travis meacham x reader
words: 4.7k
contains: (18+ smut!! minors dni) porn with (some but not much) plot, fingering, oral (fem receiving), p in v, non protective penetrative sex, creampie, nipple play, cum eating, finger sucking, dirty talk, travis comes a little too quickly (he's been in prison give him a break!!) pet names (baby, sweet girl, sweetheart, angel), established relationship, shameless smut, some inaccuracies with the american justice system, no use of y/n, female reader, she/her pronouns for reader.
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please enjoy this teacake fic! please ignore any mistakes regarding travis’ time in prison because i haven’t been able to rewatch cold storage yet so i had to make some stuff up!
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Travis’ leg was bouncing nervously. His lawyer had told him to stop it and Travis had tried— he had really tried—but it was a choice between nervous fidgeting or throwing up and Travis figured that the last thing his parole hearing needed was him emptying guts in the middle of a courtroom.
He had been here so long that had been able to count all the cracks in the wall. For almost four hours now, Travis’ lawyer, a parole officer and various other panel members had been locked in a furious debate about whether or not Travis’ behaviour over the past eighteen months had made him suitable for early release.
If you asked Travis, he would argue that the book club group he had formed while incarcerated was just one example that proved he was of good character. Not at all in danger of reoffending if released. Not just the book club but that fact he had never been involved in any fights while in prison (and there had been many), that he had never failed to attend a single session of the writing program that he had signed in his very first week of his imprisonment and the fact that he hadn’t even attempted to escape during a riot in his block unlike his cellmate had—well, it had to be worth something.
But some of the board members weren’t convinced, hence the back and forth with his lawyer.
Travis was trying his best to follow along with the hearing but there was so much legal jargon and honestly, he was starting to lose hope for an early release. His lawyer had told him that it wasn’t likely, that he was meant to be in prison for another three years and a book club and a writing program likely wasn’t enough.
He hadn’t even told you about the hearing. He hadn’t wanted you to get your hopes up. You—the girl he had been with since high school. The one who had never given up on him, even when he made a stupid, stupid mistake and ended up with a five year federal prison sentence. You had been angry, upset even (rightly so) but you still loved him. You loved him so much that you promised him you’d wait and he promised you a ring the moment he was out.
Letters were the way your relationship was currently playing out. Two, maybe three letters a week. Honestly, being in prison meant that his letters didn’t offer much. Travis would tell you how bad the food was, how much he missed you and what book he had read that week. Your letters were far more interesting—with various stories from your job at a book store (his favourite story being the elderly women who came in weekly to buy the latest erotica), how annoying your coworkers were being and if he was really lucky details about what you’d do to him if he was home already. He had to remind you that all your letters were read by prison officers but fuck, he still loved when you got dirty like that. He was grateful that his cell mate had been moved to a different block after his attempted escape because it meant Travis could wrap his hand around his thick cock as he imagined how fucking wet you’d finally be when he could—
“Mr. Meacham?”
Travis blinked. He looked up to see the entire courtroom looking at him.
He curses himself for his borderline out of control horniness but in his defence, Travis missed you and he had been in prison for almost two years now.
“Yeah?” Travis replies, looking directly at the board member who had addressed him.
“Your appliance for early release has been approved. We’ll need a week to prepare the papers for your release but—”
Travis didn’t hear the rest. He could barely believe it. He had been so in his head about you that he had missed a full five minutes of the hearing. And apparently, in those five minutes, his fate had been decided. Early release in a week. There would be conditions of course, he’d need a job. He’d need to keep himself in line. But it meant home. And more importantly, it meant coming home to you.
You’re the first person Travis calls. His lawyer hands him her phone and Travis’ fingers scramble to dial your number. You were probably at work—you were most definitely at work—but he had to tell you. To hear your voice, to—
“Sandra?” Your voice comes through the phone and Travis could cry. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay? Is Travis okay—”
“—baby, baby, it’s me.”
There was silence and then—
“Tea?” you say quietly and Travis’ heart breaks a little at the concern in your voice. “What—why are you calling from Sandra’s phone? You’re not in trouble or—”
“No—no, no. Not in trouble. The opposite of trouble.”
“What do you—”
“—I got granted early release, baby. I’m coming home.”
Some more silence and then—
You let out a loud squeal of joy that was so full of unadulterated happiness that Travis couldn’t help but smile. Couldn’t help the way that his eyes stung with tears when he heard your own tears of happiness almost coming through the phone.“You’re coming home, Tea!” You repeated over and over again, as though you could barely believe it. “You’re coming home.”
The next week involved several hearings about the terms of his release. He would need to find a job within two months. He had to report to his parole officer every week for the next six months. He couldn’t leave the state without notifying his parole officer and he had to be on his best behaviour for—well, the rest of his life. But it was all worth it in the end, when he could be free and he could finally, finally be with you.
The day Travis was released, you showed up thirty minutes early. You had told yourself it was because you were being mindful of traffic but really, you had been ready for hours and you couldn’t sit idly for much longer.
You felt a strange mix of nerves, excitement and apprehension. It bubbled in your stomach and made you feel both hot and cold at the same time. Your blood was practically humming through your veins. The times you had seen Travis over the past two years had been through a window with a telephone as a means to communicate. Those non-contact visits mostly ended with you holding back tears and Travis’ large hand pressed to the glass before he was taken away. But the thought of seeing him properly now, of being able to touch him—
The sound of your phone’s alarm ringing obnoxiously pulls you back into reality. He’d be out any minute now. You hoped that the paperwork wouldn’t take long. You didn’t know if you could wait even two more minutes without him.
You glance toward the prison entrance and when you see a figure dressed in a grey sweatshirt and sweatpants walking towards your car? You let out a loud shriek.
You scramble, trying to get out of your car as quickly as possible.
Travis is laughing but you’re barely listening as you race towards him. He stops in the middle of the parking lot, arms wide and ready for you to launch yourself at him. And you do exactly that.
Your arms wrap around his neck and your legs wound themselves around his waist as you press kiss after kiss to his face. You barely even register the fact you were crying until you feel him wipe away your tears.
“Oh—baby, baby. Don’t cry, don’t cry. I’m here.” Travis murmurs, his own voice breaking a little as he pulls away enough to look at you. One of his hands was tucked beneath your ass to support you while the other was cupping your cheek, thumb still gently wiping away your tears. “M’right here. Not going anywhere. Not again. Not ever again.”
You make a sound somewhere between a sob and laugh before you lean in. And for the first time in nearly two years, you kiss your boyfriend. You don’t care if you’re in the middle of a prison parking lot, don’t care that there was probably people watching the two of you—you didn’t give a fuck about anything that wasn’t Travis.
Your lips meet in a kiss that was anything but careful. It was needy, hungry—lips crashing together with two damn years of missing each other. Travis’ mouth was warm and insistent, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that had you tugging at his hair. The kiss alone had your core aching.
Travis was the first to pull away and you whine shamelessly at the loss of contact, attempting to chase his lips. You manage to catch him and coax him to part his lips. You hum as you suck gently on his tongue, resulting in a low groan coming from him, coupled with a firm squeeze of your ass.
“Baby—not here. I don’t want to get thrown back in for public indecency,” Travis says thickly, forcing himself to pull away from you again. You know it was a struggle since you could feel every thick ridge of his already hard cock beneath his sweatpants.
Quite honestly, you wanted Travis to bend you over the hood of the nearest car (you weren’t even particularly fussed if that car wasn’t your own) and take you in the middle of the parking lot. Who could blame you? You had missed Travis. Missed him and the way he spoke with so much passion for everything. The gentle way he loved you and how you were sure—with everything you had in you and more—that Travis was it for you. Even when people looked at you like you were crazy for not giving up when they found out where your boyfriend was, even when your parents had tried (not so subtly) to set you up at dinner parties once Travis was officially behind bars. But you also had needs—you were stupidly horny and your rose toy and vibrator could only do so much.
“Okay, okay,” you huff as Travis carefully sets you back down on the ground but not before leaving a final, lingering kiss to your lips. One that was just a little bit more restrained but still made Travis’ cock twitch beneath his sweatpants. “But when we’re back home—”“—once we’re back home? We’re not leaving the bed for days.”
The front door was barely shut behind you before Travis was on you.
Your hands were back in his hair, his hands were desperately relearning your body. Every curve, every dip, every inch of skin he could find.
“You’re still so fucking gorgeous,” Travis murmurs against your skin as his lips find that spot on your neck that made your toes curl and pussy throb. “My gorgeous, gorgeous girl. Can’t believe I was without you for two years.”
You squeal as Travis’ hands squeeze the globes of your ass before he picks you up with ease.
“Tea—you don’t have to—we can just—”
“—you think the first time in two years that I’m going to fuck you is going to be in our doorway? Absolutely not,” Travis says as he carries you through your apartment, his brown eyes sweeping over every new photograph, potted plant and decorative cushion that you had added to the apartment over the two years he had been absent. “We’re doing this the good old fashioned way,” he tells you before he kicks the bedroom door open. You laugh but the sound quickly turns into another shriek as he throws you down onto the bed.
“Tea! I could have broken my neck—”
But the words die on your lips when Travis tugs off his sweatshirt and the t-shirt beneath. Because—holy shit. It was clear from the size of his arms he had been working out and you wanted to lick every square inch of his biceps, wanted to run your tongue along every line of his tattoo that he hadn’t when he had left. But he was still Travis, his stomach was still soft, chest still covered with a generous smattering of dark hair and fuck, the sight of his happy trail alone made you so much more slick between your legs.
Travis sees how distracted you’ve become and smiles, leaning down to plant his hands either side of your thighs. His breath fans over your cheek, hot and making your brain momentarily short circuit.
“Strip, baby,” he whispers. “C’mon, show Travy what he’s been missing.”
You bite back a laugh as you look up at him. “Talking about yourself in third person, really?”
Travis shrugs before he leans back to watch you. “What? You don’t like it?”
You roll your eyes and, instead of answering, you lift your shirt over your head and throw it unceremoniously to the other side of the room. Travis’ brown eyes were wide as he stared at you, now only in your bra and jeans, in complete and utter awe.
“Fuck, baby—look at you,” he murmurs, large hands finding home on your waist like he can’t help himself. “Still so fucking perfect. Even more perfect. God—look at you—”
Your face feels hot, you feel warm all over and you want nothing more than to tug him down and kiss him until you forgot your own name. But instead—you pull his hands away from your waist so you could reach behind to unclip your bra.
Your breasts spill free and Travis is groaning at the mere sight of them.
“Holy fuck—sweetheart—”
His hands reach out again but you swat them away, despite the fact that every part of your body was thrumming with want. Despite the fact you were so desperately horny that your panties already felt soaked through. But you push your wants aside, your eyes remaining locked with Travis’ as your fingers dance teasingly along your skin. Travis swallows as he watches you cup your own breasts, the large bulge straining against his sweatpants when you let out a soft moan as your fingertip brushes over one of your pebbled peaks.
“You’re being mean, sweet girl,” Travis groans, his voice a little whiny. The sound made you clench around nothing.
“Why am I being mean, Tea?” You ask breathlessly, looking up at Travis as you lay back on your bed. “Just stripping like you asked me to.”
You continue to play idly with your own nipples and you watch in satisfaction as Travis’ jaw clenches. His hands were curled into fists by his side as though he was holding himself back from tearing the rest of your clothes off and burying himself inside you to the hilt.
“Teasin’ me. Touchin’ yourself when you know I want to be the one doing it. I mean—shit—look at your tits. Just want them in my fucking mouth, angel. It’s been so fucking long. I’m so fucking hard that I’m going lightheaded.”
You bite back a smile as your hands continue to glide over your skin, moving from your breasts, down to your stomach and then to the waistband of your jeans.
“Oh, Tea,” you hum as you unbutton your jeans at a tortuous pace. Travis’ mouth is hanging open a little, big brown eyes flickering over you as though he couldn’t quite decide on where to look. “My poor, sweet Tea.”
You manage to unzip your jeans and watch as Travis exhales shakily before you start to slide both your jeans and panties down your thighs.
“Holy—”
It was all Travis could think to say when you were finally laid bare for him. Your jeans and underwear were thrown somewhere near the laundry basket but neither you or Travis really cared. Especially when Travis could see the mess between your thighs, clear as day. How puffy and swollen your clit was, how desperate for attention it was. How your arousal had coated your folds and how your slick had started to dribble down to your thighs. It had been so fucking long since he had last seen that gorgeous sight, that Travis could have came right then and there.
“Your turn,” you tell him as you part your legs slightly so he couldn’t look anywhere else but at your needy cunt. “Don’t keep me waiting any longer, Tea.”
Travis did not need telling twice. In his haste to take off his sweatpants, he nearly tripped but managed to catch himself, glancing at you as you stifled a laugh.
“Don’t laugh at me, baby,” Travis tells you. “I’m a little out of practice.”
“So I am,” you say with a sweet smile. “But I got you and you got me, right?”
Travis pauses at the waistband of his boxers to look at you. There was want and lust there, of course there was, but mostly? It was love, affection and a devotion that ran so deep even federal prison couldn’t have put a stop to it.
“Always, baby.” He tells you before he frees himself from his boxers. His cock slaps against his stomach and you can’t help but marvel at your boyfriend’s gorgeous cock. Gorgeous was exactly what it was—thick, stupidly long and a little curved in a way that managed to hit all the right spots.
“I’ve missed little Travy,” you murmur affectionately as you sit up, looking at up Travis. One of your hands wrap around the base of him as you lean in to press a kiss to the tip, which was flushed an angry pink and beading at the slit.
Travis lets out a strangled sound, one large hand cupping the back of your head. “Don’t call it that. It’s more—medium sized Travy.”
You smile, pressing another kiss to the tip of his cock before pulling away to look up at him. “Little Travy sounds better though.”
“It feels a little insulting,” Travis murmurs, eyes on you as his hands move to gently rest on your shoulders before he pushes you back down on the bed. He follows, his body hovering over yours as he lets himself just look at you again and you can see it now—how his eyes turn a little glassy. How he can barely believe that this was real. That this was happening after so long. How he feels safe for the first time in two years.
“Hey,” you murmur, reaching out to cup his cheek and smiling softly. All teasing and hunger gone in a single moment as you catch Travis before he could fall. “Hey, Tea. You’re okay.”
Travis nods, swallowing as he looks back at you, not bothering to hide the tears welling up in his eyes. “I know. You got me and I got you, right?”
The smile you were fighting was almost painful. God, you loved this man. You loved him so fucking much that you waited two years for this moment, for him. “Always, Tea.”
You smile at each other and the kiss that follows was soft, gentle and somehow more intimate than the fact you were both completely naked. Your lips glide against each other like you had all the time in the world. Your hands find their way into his hair and his cup either side of your face as though you were something precious.
You kissed again and again and again, until it turned open-mouthed and desperate. Until Travis was whining into your mouth and you were attempting to rub your dripping cunt over his thigh.
Travis was the one to pull away, completely breathless. His cheeks were flushed pink, lips wet and swollen from your kisses and the sight alone made you even more embarrassingly wet. You try to tug him back down by pulling on his hair but Travis just smiles, pressing a teasing kiss to the very corner of your mouth before he starts to kiss his way down your body.
It tested every bit of patience you had as you felt your boyfriend’s tongue glide down your body. When he reached one of your nipples, you let out a loud moan that was sure to have the neighbours complaining and Travis just fucking beamed before he latches himself onto your nipple, sucking greedily as his other hand kneaded the other.
“Missed these so f’king much,” Travis mutters against the sensitive skin, tongue still swirling and his own hips jutting as though he could barely help himself anymore. “Got me through so many bad days, thinking about these. Shit, baby.” Travis moans loudly before his mouth moves to your other breast so that he could give your other nipple the same treatment.
He took his time, despite the fact you were mewling and whimpering beneath him and despite the fact he was leaking precum down your thigh.
“Tea—please—” you beg him, eyes fluttering as you look up at him. “I need—”
“—I know just what you need, sweet girl,” Travis murmurs, placing a final kiss to your left breast before pulling away. “I got you. I got you.”
He continues his journey down. By now, you were a mess beneath him. Your body felt hot to the touch, every place his lips met felt as though it was on fire and when you felt his large hands gently coax your thighs open, you obliged.
“So good,” Travis murmurs as his lips meet your hipbone, over the small ‘T’ tattoo you had there. “Still so fucking good for me, aren’t you, baby?”
You let out a small gasp and nod frantically when you felt his hot breath directly over your pussy. He breathes you in first, his beautiful nose nudging your swollen, aching clit just enough to make you whimper.
“Smell so fucking good, baby,” he tells you, eyes on your face as he glides two long fingers against your slit. He watches your lips part, eyes close as he parts your folds to see again just how fucking wet you were. “Look at you. Fuckin’ dripping for me already. Could take my cock already, couldn’t you, sweet girl?” He asks, watching every trace of pleasure on your face as his fingers glide through your slick before gently pushing one, then two fingers deep inside of you. You don’t even manage a reply before he’s curling them, finding that spot inside of you that makes your toes curl and stomach tighten.
“Lost for words, huh, baby?” Travis asks, setting a rhythm that had you gripping the bedsheets beneath you. “That’s okay, baby. I got you. Let me take care of you real quick.”
Travis may have been rock hard and throbbing but nothing—absolutely nothing—was going to stop him from tasting you for the first time in two years. He continues fucking your needy hole with his two fingers while his lips seal themselves over your clit. And the noise you let out at that first contact? It was heavenly.
Travis was relentless. He always had been, but now? It was something else entirely. His fingers continued fucking you, curling against your front wall each time they were back inside you and making your entire body shake with pleasure. His own hips rutting against the mattress like he was as fucking desperate as you. His mouth was sucking greedily at your clit, tongue circling it with a precision that came from a man determined to make you cum.
It was overwhelming—the dual sensation of his fingers and his tongue and you were making so much noise you were sure to receive noise complaints in the coming days.
“That’s it,” he breathes out against you, taking a moment to slurp up your arousal like it was liquid gold. “Cum for me, baby. I got you. I always got you.”
You don’t know what it was that triggered your orgasm, perhaps it was the deep penetration of his fingers, maybe it was his tongue flicking expertly against your clit or maybe it was just Travis but you came with an orgasm that felt so intense that it felt earth shattering. You clenched around his fingers, barely hearing the way Travis groaned about how you were squeezing him due to the fact your entire body was on fire from the intensity of your release.
Travis laps up every last drop with his mouth, fingers still pumping in and out of you, obscene wet noises filling the room as he watches how you gush around him.
“Fucking hell, baby. Look at you fucking soaking my hand.” He babbles. “You’re squeezing me like you want me to stay in your pussy forever. Is that what you want, baby? You want me to—”
“—Tea, shut up and get on your back,” you tell him.
You may have been shaking, may still have been on a different planet but you didn’t care.
Travis blinks up at you before he withdraws his fingers. You can see how his lips were wet with your release but your eyes were on his fingers, which were dripping with your release and you couldn't help yourself. You wrap your fingers around his wrist and you tug them closer. Travis could barely comprehend what was happening until your lips wrapped around the two digits that had been inside of you.
“Oh—shit—”
Travis can’t cope. He genuinely can’t. Watching you come apart on his fingers and his tongue and now seeing you taste yourself on his fingers, the way you were moaning around them and that fucking look in your eyes—
He says your name and you know then that he couldn’t take much more. You release his fingers with a wet pop before he flips the both of you over.
“I love you so fucking much,” he tells you as he wrap your hand around the base of his cock to guide it towards your entrance. “So fucking much, baby. I missed you so much.”
You glance at him and smile. “I love you too, Tea.”
And then—you sink down onto him.
The stretch was exactly how you remember. He was thick in a way that meant you felt every fucking inch of him and that slight curve meant his cock was kissing your cervix almost instantly. You place your hands on his chest as you sink down onto him fully.
“You’re fucking heaven, baby.” Travis tells you, his hands gripping your hips in a way that told you he was already right on the edge. “Fucking heaven. Shit—I love you so much and I can’t—”
“—it’s okay,” you tell him gently, your fingers gently curling into the hair on his chest as you bounce yourself once, then twice, on his cock. “—we’ve got all night, Tea.”
Travis whimpers, he’s trying to hold back. You can see it in his jaw, can feel it in the way he’s gripping onto you but it has been two years and the moment you start to ride him properly, he loses it. He slams up into you, once, twice and you feel every damn pulse as he comes hard inside of you. Hot, thick ropes of his release flood your pussy as he groans your name over and over again as though it was the only word he knew.
Apologises eventually tumble from his lips but you silence him with a kiss that was soft, gentle and understanding.
“Don’t apologise,” you tell him fiercely once you pull away. “It’s kind of hot when you get all whimpery like that.”
Travis flushes a deep red before he lifts you off of him slightly to pull out of you with a loud wet sound. You glance down just enough time to see a thick glob of his cum leaking out of you. You’re about to wipe it away when Travis does something you hadn’t expected him to do—Travis uses two fingers to scoop up the mess from your thigh before he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks.
“Tea—holy—”
“What?” Travis murmurs once he releases his fingers with a wet pop, smiling back at you. “Tastes like us.”
You bite back a smile before you lean in to lick the rest of the creamy mess from his fingers.
Travis watches you—unable to look away as you suck gleefully on his fingers.
“I’ve really fucking missed you,” he tells you.
You hum before releasing the digits. “I missed you more,” you say softly. Travis lifts a hand to cup your cheek, wiping away the smear of cum left on the corner of your mouth before he leans in and kisses you. A kiss that said ‘I’m sorry’, ‘I love you’ and ‘I’m glad to be home’. And god, was Travis so fucking glad to be home.
coming out w a steve blurb VERY SOON!! and working on a one shot as well.
the school year is almost over so i’m going to try to write more soon! exam season has just been kicking my ass lol
in the meantime… leave me gator, kurt, and travis requests! i have a few on my list already. travis esp, so leave gator and kurt for sure!! no steve :( as much as i love him, i have plenty requests for him
summary: you are unconscious in the upside down, and steve won't leave without you. you will get out of here alive.
w/c: 2.1k
warnings/tags: angst, hurt/comfort? no comfort? somewhere in between, angst without a happy ending, injury detail and blood, death, grief
a/n: people were asking for part 2 and i hope this satisfies people's cravings for pain i guess haha. no, but this was so sad to write but i had a blast and hope yall like it.
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“Steve!”
A squeal of embarrassment rings through the air as Steve scoops you up in his arms. It’s summer. The air is warm, sun beating down hot against cement, rivulets of water sparkling where they have collected on skin. Everyone has gathered at Steve’s, and the house is filled with a laughter that so rarely echoes between these walls.
“Steve, no-No!”
You shriek in joy as he leaps off the edge of the pool, submerging you both into the deep end. The cool water rushes past Steve’s skin as you untangle out of his arms. The excited chatter of the kids becomes muffled and all he can see is your opened mouth smile as the bubbles float up. Your laugh is stifled by the water but he’s heard it so many times he can fill in the noise. As he begins to lose his breath, he springs out of the water, letting the air fill his lungs again, rubbing at his chlorine-stained eyes. When he opens them, he prepares to hear you chastize him for throwing you in. He’s memorized the eye roll you give him as you try to hold back the smile the plays on your lips. He’s readied himself to shrug playfully and tease that he knows you love it.
But you’re not there.
And the summer sun isn’t warm anymore.
The sky isn’t that clear blue hue.
The kids’ chatter is still muffled.
But it’s not excited, it’s worried.
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“Steve, come on, we have to move.”
You’re still stuck in the Upside Down.
There’s a demogorgon somewhere nearby, feigning for the groups’ blood. But there is absolutely nothing that Steve can focus on but your limp body now in his arms. He can’t say a word — throat thick, head spinning. Where is that smile? That laugh? This is all his fault. “We can’t-” He finally manages to speak, swallowing the tears that have fallen on his lips as he does. “I won’t leave her here. We gotta get her to a hospital- She can- She’ll be fine.”
“Steve.” Dustin sighs solemnly, reaching out to Steve’s shoulder to try and pull him up. “I hate to say this, but I don’t-“
“No!” Steve roars, ripping out of his arms and clutching to you again. His best friend is not his best friend right now. Not if he dares to suggest it. “Do you want her to end up like Eddie, huh? She still has a pulse. If we had the chance to save him, you would’ve taken it!” He knows how cruel it is to say that. He also knows how Dustin will react.
Dustin takes a step back, jaw tight at the words. But then, he nods. “Ok.” He whispers. “Ok, we just have to go.” Steve nods, wiping frantically at his tear-stained face so he can actually see again. But every time he looks at you, he can’t stop the salty droplets from falling. He’s still sore from the fall and shaking like he never has before. He can barely hold himself up. How is he meant to get you all the way to that gate?
“If we’re gonna do this, we have to carry her together.” Max chimes in as she notices it. Steve can see in her eyes, that she, too, is thinking about who she lost through all this. There is a spark of determination in them that she won’t let you end up the same. “I’m sick of losing people.” That’s what sends the group into action. Because everyone everyone has had enough loss to last their lifetime. There’s no need for yours to end early, and be another thing to add to that list. They all move to surround you, using their palms to help lift you up.
Upon Nancy’s countdown, they all move at once. And though it takes a moment for everyone to coordinate their movement, it’s a lot easier than it was when it was just Steve — everyone’s limbs too weary to carry this on their own. As Steve cradles your head in his palms, observing how pale you look his stomach drops.
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“Steve!” Your voice echoes up the stairs of the Harrington house as you close the front door, tucking the key Steve has given you back into your jeans as you head up the stairs. “Steve, where are you? I have …” You trail off, seeing Steve at the edge of his bed, his head buried in his hands. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Your tone immediately softens as you sit next to him, hands awkwardly hovering nearby but not touching.
Finally, Steve pulls his face out of his hands and turns to you. “It’s back.” He whispers, tugging on his Family Video vest nervously. He doesn’t need to say anything more. You already know. The Upside Down, the monsters, everything that has been haunting him since that night under the mall where Russians tortured him for hours on end. You didn’t know this, but that is when he first realized that he loved you. Battered and bloody, and all he could think about was that he had to make it out for you. You quickly move to pull him into a hug, whispering assurances into his hair. “We’re gonna get through this, ok? I won’t let you get hurt again.”
He chuckles, pulling back. “Oh, are you gonna fight the Russians off?”
“Absolutely!” You grin, wicked. “Look at these muscles, I can fight anything!”
And just like that, the weight of this monstrous thing is lightened simply through your presence. You are always carrying things that are too heavy for his weary limbs to carry on his own.
He never thought it would be you he had to carry.
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After what feels like forever, the group finally reaches the gate. You haven’t stirred once this entire time and Steve watches the red blood leaking through his once yellow shirt. He can’t even see the color anymore, and he can’t help but wonder. What if this it? What if it’s really- No. He can’t let himself think it. Not when you are so close to being out of the danger zone.
He can’t bring himself to let everyone through the gate before him. He leaps through as quickly as possible and holds his arms out as they feed your body through too. God, this feels ridiculous. You might even have laughed if you could see them, awkwardly twisting you in an angle so that you don’t land headfirst on the other side. When he has hold of your body, he waits impatiently as the others leap through. He doesn’t watch them as carefully as he usually would. There’s no theatrics where he tries to catch them if they fall. He just crouches in the corner, and presses your curled up body tighter against his chest.
“Hey.” He tries to brush your messed up hair behind your ear. “Can you hear me?” He pauses. Prays with everything in his body that you respond when he squeezes your hand. You don’t. “We’re almost there, okay? You’re going to be fine.” He stops again. Squeezes your hand again. You don't move. He wonders if this is what it felt like when you called out his name, waiting for him to come find you. You probably screamed it again and again, begging him to just answer you, sure he'd come save you like he promised he always would, only to be heartbroken when he didn’t. His chest squeezes at the thought.
Finally, everyone is through the gate. They scramble to get you to the beemer, and when they do, Steve pauses. Usually, he wouldn’t let anyone near the wheel of his most precious possession.
“Nancy,” he tosses her his keys, without a second thought. “You drive.”
There is the briefest moment where she stares at him and blinks. “There’s too many of us to fit, and I have my car.”
“I’m not. Leaving her.” Steve seethes. Not even if you’re less than a foot away. He needs to be able to feel your heartbeat, which is barely there as it is. And then he does the unthinkable. He turns to the person he would usually rather die than be friendly with. But he can’t even think of hating anyone else right now. Not when he despises himself as much as he does. “Jonathan.”
“What?!” Dustin sputters out a laugh. But Steve has stopped listening.
“Let’s go.”
The group splits between the two cars and for the first time since before he can remember, Steve is in the backseat. You’re sprawled out on his lap, Robin’s and Dustin’s. The three of them are staring down at you, nothing but silence and the sound of Steve’s heavy breaths in the car. Your blood rolls down your side, a steady drip, drip, drip against the upholstery. He doesn’t even let people eat food in here, but he has already promised himself, he isn’t cleaning that damn carpet. It will always be a reminder of the mistake he made. And he’s never going to dare to leave you alone again. Jonathan breaks every law in the book as he barrels down the streets, too far out of civilization to have even called an ambulance. And still, Steve is shouting. “Go faster! Please! Please!”
“I’m trying!” Jonathan snaps, his voice just as shaky.
They get to the hospital, and Steve doesn’t really wait for the others to help him carry you this time. He speeds through the doors, careful not to trip this time. He can’t do it again. He can’t drop you. And when you wake up, he will apologise for ever doing so.
The nurses spot him and his frantic shouts. They put you on a stretcher. He holds it the whole way until Jonathan has to pry him back.
His heart stops as he watches you roll through those doors.
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It’s summer. The air is warm, sun beating down hot against the cement, rivulets of water sparkling where they have collected on skin. Everyone has gathered at Steve’s, and the house is filled with a laughter that so rarely echoes between these walls.
But there’s one thing missing.
Your voice, calling for Steve. In fear, in joy, in sorrow, you would always find him.
If only he had found you in time.
The water that has collected on skin leaks from eyes. The laughter is bittersweet remembrance. It’s been a year since that night in the Upside Down. A year since you’ve been gone. The days should feel easier now, but the way the sun hangs around for longer in the sky feels cruel. It sits there, taunting Steve, daring him to be sad in this weather. He takes it as a challenge, as he does most things. One he is winning. It’s the only thing he’s won since your death.
He tried to invite everyone here to get out of his brain, but the room is too loud. Everyone looks so at peace, even when they are mourning you. He, on the hand, is falling apart at the seams. And there is no one that can stitch him up. As they all talk, Steve slips back up the stairs and closes his bedroom door behind him.
You spent so much time turning this hideous empty house into somewhere that Steve felt was a home. And without you, it has gone back to the nothingness it once was. A place to sleep.
Though it’s not as if he does much else.
He drowns out the sounds downstairs, collapsing onto his bed. And just like every other day this year, he buries his head in a pillow, as his thoughts drift only to you. One moment. One word. His name, coming out of your mouth.
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“Steve.” You grab his arms, shaking him lightly. You turn his face to yours with a soft hand cupping his cheek, and his heart immediately melts, seeing the comfort in your eyes. “The sooner we get this trip done, the sooner we can put this Upside Down stuff behind us, ok?”
Steve nods, reluctant. “We should split up. Cover more ground, so we can finish this faster.” He hates being in that cold, dark abyss.
The group agrees, breaking into smaller teams and agreeing to keep the older kids with the younger ones. That’s why he doesn’t mind when you decide to go with Robin and Will, knowing that she won’t be much of a protector on her own.
But still, before you leave and pack into your cars, he pulls you to the side. “If anything goes wrong…”
“It won’t.” You sigh, a little irritated by his paranoia.
“If anything goes wrong, you call out for me. Ok? I’ll find you.”
“I know, Steve.” And then, with that devious smile. “I always know you’re gonna save me.”
⋆˚₊ 𖤓☽˚.⋆
He didn’t know, this whole time, it’s you that had been saving him. As the tears slip free from his eyes, he clutches his pillow close to his chest, like that can replicate what it would feel like to hold you. Something he never got to do. Not how he wanted to. And soon, the cries turn to full on sobs. He gains enough breath to call out one word. Your name. He tries again and again and again. He begs you to answer him.
i’ve missed u guys a lot. i’ve tried to stay active and posting little things and reblogging so my acc doesn’t go into purgatory lol. i’m still going thru a breakup and also figuring out some physical health things, so i haven’t had much time to write. but, i finally feel pretty inspired today!
soooo…. what should i focus on first?
pick :p
steve x ex!reader angst past love thingy (mostly done w this one)
steve smut blurb thru panties
steve smut blurb fwb
teacake getting worked up at work w reader
anything gator. pls leave gator requests
steve x hopper!reader trauma bonding maybe smut thing
summary: steve has been struggling recently with his hearing but he insists it's "no big deal." you, however, know better. you try to set him up with an ASL tutor to make life a bit easier. it's a challenge, but it's worth it. based on this ask by the sweetest @starsbeforesunshine
wc: 1.6k
warnings/tags: established relationship, fluffy as hell!!, steve struggling with being hard of hearing
a/n: again, i could not be more sorry for the time it took for me to release this which was INSANE. thank you so much for the idea, it was so sweet and i really hope i did it justice. hoh steve deserves the world.
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“Come on, go.”
“No, this is crazy!”
Steve could be such a stubborn ass sometimes. And today was no exception. After hours reading magazines and scouring phone books, you’d finally found an ASL tutor for Steve in Hawkins. Years of fighting in the Upside Down, getting thrown from left to right had left his ears in a less than ideal state. And though he insisted it was fine, “No big deal”, there were days when he could barely hear a word you said. He blamed it on an inability to focus or the TV being too loud when you couldn’t even hear it yourself, but you could tell it was starting to take a toll on him. The one time you managed to take him to the doctors, they said it was likely he would lose more hearing overtime. He’d waved it off and said they were just looking for money, though they would’ve charged for the appointment regardless of the verdict. That’s when the idea had struck you to try this. If Steve learned ASL now, then maybe it would be easier for him to accept it when his hearing got worse. And it would sure as hell make both your lives a lot easier when you needed to communicate with each other. Honestly, your throat was starting to get tired of having to raise your voice.
Now you were standing at the bottom of your steps, as the tutor calmly unpacked in the living room. “Steve…” You slipped your hand into his, giving it a small squeeze. He squeezed back, though he wouldn’t look you in the eyes. “I’m right here with you.” His shoulders seemed to fall back a bit. He swiped his tongue over his lip once, and gave a reluctant nod. “Thank you.” You gave him a small peck on the cheek, guiding him into the kitchen.
The first lesson went about as well as you could expect. The tutor, Jean, explained how she’d learned ASL because her own husband had a head injury that lead him to lose his hearing. Maybe that’s why when Jean asked why you wanted to learn, he had glanced to you and then, actually been honest. “I’ve, uh, had a few tumbles myself. Said my hearing’s gonna get worse.” You smiled at him encouragingly, though you weren’t sure how much help you were being. Jean was honest with Steve about how learning any new language was going to be a process. It required patience, sitting still, and having to do homework, some of Steve’s least favorite things. He murmured about how there was a reason he didn’t get into college and that elicited a small chuckle from Jean. He straightened up, a small smile overcoming his lips. Over the next hour, you could see him slowly letting loose. Not completely, but just enough that he was actually giving this a shot. You even walked away learning how to introduce yourselves.
That night, after placing away the dishes, you headed upstairs. You were strangely exhausted from the day, and ready to speed into your bed. But as you passed the bathroom door, just slightly ajar, your eyes caught something. You took a small step back, not entering the room but peering through the small crack. There, standing at the sink, Steve was quietly practicing his words in the mirror. You made sure not to alert him of your presence, tiptoeing back into your room. You couldn’t erase the smile on your face all night.
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You spent the next few months doing more and more lessons and though it was extremely difficult, the two of you were slowly picking up phrases.
Steve had quickly grown excited for Jean to come over, storing away words he wanted to ask her about over the rest of the week. You adored watching him there, for once comfortable and honest about his hearing difficulties. He was allowed to make jokes about his problems and when Jean told stories about her own husband, you would both be laughing along about how that was just like Steve. He got to see that he wasn’t alone. He got to feel like it was normal. He was also growing less frustrated when he couldn’t hear you. Neither of you were quite there with full sentences but you could now sign out things you wanted him to do like “trash,” or “clean.” And what you started to notice was that you began to use those signs even when you didn’t have to. When you got into a particularly nasty argument that would only get worse when Steve struggled to keep up with your ramblings, a quiet hush would fall over you and the problems would be sealed with a closed fist running circles over your chest. “I’m sorry.” It fascinated you, how much could be said without words. Steve, too.
And the best part?
You and Steve had your own secret language that the rest of the party couldn’t understand. If Jonathan was getting on Steve’s nerves or Nancy was being a little too bossy, the two of you could talk without the other even knowing.
And it was one of those days that Dustin caught you. The gang was still scouring the Upside Down for Vecna and those nights were beginning to feel endless. You were all holed up in The Squawk (which was also becoming a harder job for Steve with everything), strategizing the next segment of the map you were going to take down. But you could tell from the look on Steve’s face that Nancy was talking too fast for him to keep up. You squeezed his hand to grab his attention and tried your best to translate the little words you could in your lap. You promised him that you would explain the rest later, which you know he hated, so this was your best compromise for now.
“What was that?” Dustin snapped from across the room. You both turned to him, Steve’s face immediately turning red. He was getting more comfortable with his hearing problems between the two of you, but he didn’t dare tell the rest of the group. You knew you just had to give him time.
“What was what?” Nancy rolled her eyes, trying to focus the group’s attention back.
But Dustin was invested. “That…” He pointed to where your hand was resting in your lap. “You were…” He waved his fingers around in imitation and Steve scowled next to you.
“I wasn’t doing anything.” You shook your head. “Let’s get back to it.”
Dustin scoffed. “You don’t need to lie to me, I just wanna know what it was.”
“Guys we really don’t have time for this.” Jonathan interjected.
Reluctantly, Dustin turned his attention back to the board. You kept your hands still until you were sure they weren’t looking. Everyone except Dustin. He was staring daggers between the two of you, like it was some personal offence that you wouldn’t tell him what was going on. You saw Steve shift next to you under the pressure of his friend’s gaze. It kept going. In time, none of you were even trying to pay attention to Nancy’s words, just caught in a death stare between you. Then, out of nowhere, Steve burst up. “It’s sign language, ok?!” He jumped. “I can’t understand Nance so I have to use stupid sign language.” His cheeks went red, looking down at his feet in shame.
“Wait what?” Dustin burst out. You stayed silent, letting Steve be as open or as closed as he wanted to. But secretly relieved that he was finally saying something.
“I have hearing…stuff, ok? And it’s getting worse, so I’m learning sign language, but I’m still fine to fight and help out, so please just…don’t make a big deal out of it.” Steve’s arms flailed around as he spoke but eventually he raised his face to meet everyone’s gaze.
The whole room was silent for a long moment, everyone blinking at him. “Oh, honey.” Mrs Byers exhaled. You could just tell how badly Steve wanted to die hearing that. But there was one opinion he cared about the most.
Dustin stared at Steve, mouth hanging open. What he said next sent another wave of shock through the group. “Can I…learn?” These months hadn’t been easy, with all of Dustin’s constant whining and rolling his eyes at everything. But now, you could tell he was serious about this.
“What?” Steve blinked.
“Yeah, actually, we should all learn.” Dustin nodded. “We can all communicate with Steve way easier and hey!” He jumped, an idea coming to him. “We’ve been in way too many situations where we have to talk but can’t because some monster will hear us. This could…help.” You hadn’t even thought of that.
“Ok. I hate to do this, Steve, but we have to move soon so we need to go over the plan.” Nancy smiled sympathetically though her attention was clearly elsewhere. “Is there anything I can do to help you understand right now?”
Steve shrunk back next to you on the table you were both sitting on. “Um, maybe… a little slower.”
“Of course.” Nancy continued with her briefing.
Steve’s eyes widened. Really? They weren't going to tease him or anything? The mission was long, as always, and unfortunately, Vecna was nowhere to be found.
Still, as the two of you cuddled together in bed, you couldn’t help but count the night as a huge victory.
“I’m really proud of you, Steve.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“Thank you for making me get help.” He smiled, slipping his hand out from where it was wrapped around you. You raised your eyebrows, wondering what he was doing. He held up his hand, the pinky, index and thumb fingers stuck out — I love you. You giggled, returning the gesture.
✧˚₊‧ possessive! steve harrington stealing jonathan’s camera to take your nudes !
there was something steve knew would piss your ex boyfriend off more than anything in the world.
it wasn’t having sex with you, it wasn’t even dating you, no, jonathan byers wasn’t possessive like that. at least, over a person he wasn’t that possessive. he was smart to know that. no, instead, he was possessive over his true baby; his camera. his pride and joy. what gets him when no one else does… and steve harrington was petty enough to ruin that for him.
just a little. for making him mad that jonathan would do such a thing and talk to you.
so during his off chance from one of the four million jobs he worked and when jonathan wasn’t looking, steve took the older byer’s camera and didn’t make it look suspicious… keeping it a secret from you until it came down to it.
you didn’t realize he stole the camera until he was eight inches deep into you, his balls rustling against your lower clit, and you were four orgasms deep into pleasure to even realize it.
he thrusted harder and harder as he turned on the thing, making sure it had film in the thing before aiming it straight at you.
eyes rolled back, messy hair sticking to your forehead, hickies all across your neck, the camera flash didn’t register ‘till seconds after and by then, you were already drooling.
“s-steve! ah! ah! w-what was that— oh god!” he didn’t let up, that’s what pissed you off. you couldn’t get a good grip on things because he kept on thrusting, kept hitting your g-spot continuously, and keeping the pleasure moving.
he shrugs, smiling as the camera’s screen reloads back to normal and he aims it again, this time the lens pointed to your ruined folds. “shhhh, pretty girl, just lemme do this.”
it’s not that you didn’t like the idea of this, it was just blurry in the moments. “i swear to g-uh! steveeeee.”
“since you wanna flirt with him…” he hints at, leaning down and kissing your trembling lips as he takes another picture. “let’s just give him some good jerk off material!”
and before you knew it, he lifted the camera above his head, capturing both you and him in it, lips on each other’s… and takes another photo.
“there you go… good girl. johnny boy will be lucky to have these babies…” he says, almost wanting to keep them for himself, but the possessiveness took over.
you huff, looking at him as your tits bounced in front of you with each thrust he was able to get out, your walls clenching around him. “steve… you’re such a dickhead.”
“oh so i’ve heard.” he shoot’s back, throwing the camera to the side and putting both hands back on each side of your head, dedicating his focus back to you again.
and you weren’t surprised when next time you saw jonathan byers, he tucked that camera away from you with a blush across his cheeks.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: i luv possessive! steve harrington, he’s a lil red flag but it’s fine, he’s cute!
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i’ve missed u guys a lot. i’ve tried to stay active and posting little things and reblogging so my acc doesn’t go into purgatory lol. i’m still going thru a breakup and also figuring out some physical health things, so i haven’t had much time to write. but, i finally feel pretty inspired today!
soooo…. what should i focus on first?
pick :p
steve x ex!reader angst past love thingy (mostly done w this one)
steve smut blurb thru panties
steve smut blurb fwb
teacake getting worked up at work w reader
anything gator. pls leave gator requests
steve x hopper!reader trauma bonding maybe smut thing
