summary: you’ve lived your entire life without depending on anybody. steve harrington walked into your life ready to change that.
warnings: mayfield!reader, angst, little bit of arguing, canon violence, blood and bit of gore, avoidant issues to the max, she’s so stubborn, and lowkey mean, crying kiss and makeup, cursing, the kids <3,
word count: 6.7k
Early in life, you learned pretty quickly the only person you could depend on was yourself. Your parents were always too busy fighting each other to pay any attention to you and no matter how much you wanted someone to care for you and hold you in your hard times, nobody ever did.
You tucked yourself into bed. You soothed yourself after a nightmare. You took care of yourself and never let anyone see how much you ached for help.
Eventually, the ache dulled and you found some sort of sick comfort in having yourself. At least you never had to deal with disappointment.
Then your baby sister came along.
You were overwhelmed by the intense need to protect her from everything you weren’t. As you two grew up, you began to tuck her in, soothe her back to sleep, care for her every morning.
You distracted her when your parents argued and when their marriage finally met it’s inevitable end, you held her tight. Then, and without input from either of you, your mom moved you half way across the world to move in with her new husband and his step son.
It wasn’t so much the move that upset you. You couldn’t have cared less about California or being far from your dad – it was how much it upset Max.
Even though your mom promised it would be a fresh start, it wasn’t. Nothing good changed in Hawkins. Your mom and Neil fought just as much as your parents. You and Billy fought even worse than them. It was the exact reminder as to why you never depended on anybody.
And then Steve Harrington entered your life.
He was like a breath of fresh air entering your lungs. Floppy hair, charming eyes and a dizzying smile. You were a goner before he even said his name.
But admitting that was another story.
It was obvious by the time you came into town, he’d gone through a pretty messy breakup but whatever happened, it got him to clean up his act. He was right beside you when you and Max got roped into fighting monsters in the junkyard. He was there when Billy tried to attack you and Lucas in the Byers home. He was the one who pulled you into a plot of underground Russians and it was him who held you and Max after Billy died.
It took him a year to finally break through your walls, but he proved himself to you. It was Steve Harrington who proved that there was at least one person you could depend on. Steve told you he loved you first – even though you already knew – and surprising to everyone, you let him in.
Steve was yours and you were his.
But as good as it felt, you couldn’t let go of your bad habits. Grief and guilt tried to swallow you whole – mostly because you didn’t even actually care that Billy died and how could you feel like that over someone who’s supposed to be family?
You knew Steve would love you no matter what but the idea of letting him see the darkest parts of yourself? Leaving you bare and open to his scrutiny? It was terrifying. Slowly, you gave him pieces, enough to satisfy him, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough forever.
Steve was patient, incredibly so, and sometimes you wondered how long it would be before he realized you weren’t worth it.
Loving him came to you as easy as breathing did. Asking him for help? That felt humiliating. Like you were weak.
But soon, your mind wasn’t on yourself anymore. It was on Max and when you all got sucked into a reality where she was next on a monsters kill list?
Well, shit hit the fan.
You, Steve and the rest of the group form a circle in the Wheeler’s basement. It’s been three days since the random deaths started hitting the town and yesterday, Max told you all about the visions she’d been having.
Sneaking into the high school and watching the way her eyes clouded over and she drifted somewhere else, had your heart dropping to hell itself.
Your biggest fear was now happening right in front of you and you’ve never felt more helpless in your life.
You can hear Nancy talking about the plan for tonight and how the groups are supposed to be split up, but you’re not actually listening. You’re standing right next to Max, one hand resting over the side of her chair and itching to grab her instead.
You’ve barely been able to take your eyes off her for more than a few seconds all night – it’s like you’re afraid if you blink, she’ll be taken from you. Right now, it actually feels plausible.
It’s obvious to everyone, including her, just how much you’re hovering and you know it’s beginning to irritate her but you can’t find it in yourself to care even a little bit. This isn’t just you being an overprotective older sister – this is her life. You’ll be damned if you let anything happen to her.
Nancy calling your name pulls your attention from Max and you look up at her. “You’ll go with me, Steve and Robin to check out the site closest to the lab. We can’t risk anybody seeing Eddie, so he’ll stay with the kids,”
There’s not a moments hesitation when you speak. “I’m staying with Max.”
She glances around the others before she sighs. You can tell she wants to argue but she doesn’t. “Okay. Just me, Steve and Robin then. You guys have to check out the woods and make sure the gate already closed. If anybody hears anything, you radio it in, okay?” Her voice is full of conviction, something no one tries to challenge.
Everyone nods, except for Steve.
“Take Henderson,” He says. Your gaze flickers up to where he stands beside you. “I’ll stay with them instead,”
In all fairness, it’s a sweet gesture. The idea of Steve wanting to stay close to you and Max but lately, it’s all he’s been doing. Ever since Max’s depression hit its highest peak, you’ve been hovering her and Steve’s been hovering you.
You’ve tried to ignore the irritation that bubbles inside you every time he does it. It’s ironic really – he’s only doing to you, the exact thing you’re doing to Max, but she’s used to that with you. You’re still not used to it with Steve.
“You don’t have to come with us, Steve.” You interrupt carefully. “I can handle it alone,”
He frowns down at you. “I want to.”
You don’t respond before looking away and you let Nancy’s voice fill the silence you created. You can feel his eyes still on you but you don’t look back up at him.
A few minutes later and everyone has dispersed, quickly gathering their things to head out. You took the opportunity to pull Max aside.
“Hey,” You murmur, gently holding her arm. You’re staring at her adorably freckled face, your heart aching at the sight of the braid you put in her hair. “Are you sure you’re okay to do this? If you don’t want to, we can stay back and let them handle it.”
She groans and pulls away from you. “I told you, I’m fine. You’re treating me like a baby,”
Your mouth pulls down as you watch her fill her bag . “I don’t think you’re a baby, Max. I think this is a real problem and I..”You quickly grow irritated over the fact that she won’t look at you, busying herself with her bag. You grab her hand and force her gaze back on you. “Hey, I don’t want you getting hurt.”
She stares back at you, her expression unreadable. “If you don’t want me to get hurt, then stop babying me and let me figure this out.”
The tone in her voice takes you aback but before you can even respond, she rips her arm from your grasp and walks towards Lucas and follows everyone else upstairs.
Your shoulders deflate as you watch her leave.
Maybe she was right – maybe you were babying her, just a little, but what did she expect? This wasn’t just a game – it was her life on the line.
All you want is to protect her. To lock her somewhere safe, far away where nobody and nothing could ever hurt her. Instead, you’re stuck on a ticking time bomb to save her.
Suddenly, Steve appears in front of you and holds your arm the same way you held hers only minutes ago. His large hands circle your arms, his thumbs brushing over your skin.
He gives you a small smile. “Everything’s gonna be okay, baby,”
You glance up at him and sigh. “I’m not worried about me, Steve.” You pull away from his grasp and step around him to grab your jacket.
There’s a beat of silence.
“I know you’re not but I am,”
Your eyes flutter shut and you take a deep breath. You can feel the tension in your body begging to snap – at him.
“I don’t need you to babysit me, Steve.”
You see him step next to you out of your peripheral vision. “I’m not babysitting you, I’m – I’m trying to be there for you,”
You can hear the confusion in his voice and your heart tugs at the sound, but it’s not enough to reel in your annoyance.
Steve hasn’t taken his eyes off the side of your face and you don’t move to look at him. “You’re not though, you’re hovering. I don’t need you to coddle me, I need you to help me find this Vecna guy and save my sister.”
Your frustration has bled through your voice and Steve picks up on it in seconds.
His brows furrow and his mouth is turned down in a permanent frown. “I am trying to do that. What – what do you think I’ve been doing these past couple of days?” He pauses for a second and shifts on his feet, moving until he’s right in front of you. You still keep your eyes downward, fixated on snapping in every button of your jacket. “But baby, it’s not just Max I’m worried about. It’s you too, I can see the way it’s affecting you.”
Finally, your head snaps up at him, eyes blazing. “Of course it’s affecting me, Steve, she’s my sister! But you treating me like glass isn’t going to help. You’re not helping, you’re just - you’re just suffocating me!”
As soon as the words leave you, you feel overwhelmed with regret. And the look on his face? He looks devastated. You watch as his entire body stills and his shoulders tense. He take a step back, as if your words physically struck him.
Your lips part, almost like you’re ready to say something but nothing comes out. It’s completely silent.
You stand across from each other without a word, only the sound of uneven breathing surrounding you two.
Then, he shakes his head.
His eyes flicker away from you and he rakes his hand through his hair.
“Fine,” He starts. His voice is low and broken – you can hear the hidden anger beneath it. “If I’m suffocating you then fine. I can’t keep sitting here, trying to guess how to love you. You’re right – you’re better off alone.”
Steve doesn’t wait for you to respond before he’s walking away too, leaving you alone in the basement.
Your eyes burn and you can feel your throat tighten. It’s shame and regret and guilt hitting you all at once but there’s no taking it back. There’s no apology to fix it.
You had meant it – maybe not entirely – but you’re not used to the comfort Steve’s offering and instead of letting him help, you hurt him.
You hurt him.
You’ve never felt worse in your life.
A few minutes later, you made your own way upstairs and the only thing you could focus on was the way Steve completely avoided you.
He kept his back turned towards you while everyone filled Nancy’s car. The car ride was awkward to say the least. Nancy let him drive and instead of you taking the passenger seat beside him, Nancy sat there and you occupied the seat directly behind him and next to Max.
You hoped maybe his eyes would watch yours in the rear view mirror.
They didn’t.
Not once did he make eye contact or offer any comforting touches.
It wasn’t until then did you realize how much it actually helped you. Before, it felt like his touch was burning. Now, you yearned for it back.
It’s a painful twenty minute car ride and once you make it to the middle of the woods, everyone barrels out of the wagon. You all stand around in another circle, listening to Nancy talk about the meetup point. Everyone is ready to split up when Steve reaches down to grab the bag from her hand and begins passing out flashlights.
Your eyes are hopeful when he moves to hand you yours. He still hasn’t looked at you, instead keeping his eyes locked on the flashlight. Your fingers close around the object and you take a step closer to him, ready to try and initiate a conversation before you walk away but before you can, his grip drops and he brushes past you.
He was barely close enough for his shoulder to press against yours and you could smell his cologne as he passed you. Your heart ached as you turned around and watched him walk away – following Nancy further down the path of their own route.
But you don’t stop him.
Instead, you flip your flashlight on and walk in the opposite direction. Away from him.
It’s been nearly half an hour of walking towards the gate. The woods are dark and silent – save from the leaves rusting and crunching beneath your feet. You’re not sure if the way the wind whistles is from whatever could be lurking between the trees or to blame on nature.
Still, not once has your mind wandered from Steve.
From the argument, the look on his face, his words. You couldn’t blame him for what he said – you weren’t exactly nice with the things you said but it still stung to think about.
You always knew you didn’t make it easy for people to be around you – let alone love you but Steve did. He did wholeheartedly and unapologetically.
And what did you give him in return?
Basically a slap in the face.
It’s hardly a surprise he’s met his wits end with you.
Max quietly steps beside you, her footsteps matching your own. For a few seconds, you don’t really register her presence or the way she keeps side eyeing you.
“It’s okay to let someone in, you know.” She finally breaks the silence. “Like all the way,”
You glance up at her. Your response isn’t immediate – you’re not even truly sure how to respond.
You choose deflection.
“You’re one to talk,” You huff. “You broke up with Lucas a few months ago.”
Max rolls her eyes. “Yeah, and look where that got me,”
Your hand shoots out to grab her arm; forcing her to a halt. “Don’t joke about that,” You say firmly. “You’re going to be fine.”
She doesn’t flinch at your tone and she doesn’t pull away either. Your fingers tighten around her skin, as if her words were a declaration for someone to snatch her away.
She sighs quickly. “My point is I let my shit control me. I could’ve asked for help – Lucas spent months trying and all I did was push him away. This wouldn’t be happening if I just let him.”
Your eyes gloss over at the thought of her regretting the way she handled everything. She couldn’t have known.
“You don’t know that, Maxie,” You murmur and for once, she doesn’t bite your head off for calling her that.
Instead she shrugs and continues walking, letting you follow her. “Maybe not. But I do know if I make it out of this alive,” She looks away from you then and you follow to where her gaze lands on Lucas walking a few feet ahead of Dustin. “I’m going to fix it with Lucas because I love him and he loves me.” She looks back at you, a newfound sadness deep in her eyes. “And Steve really loves you. So get your shit together and stop pushing him away,”
Her words land exactly where she intended. Embedded deep beneath your ribs, stabbing through your heart. She was right – in every aspect.
If Steve was going to leave, he would’ve done so already, but he hasn’t. He’s held you through almost every ugly part of your life and still loves you with every ounce of himself.
And if you haven’t completely ruined everything between you two, you were going to fix it. Even if you didn’t deserve him.
You glance at Max from the corner of your eye. “You’re making it out of this alive by the way. Even if I have to burn the upside down to the ground myself.”
Max smirks at your words, even though you both catch the way your voice breaks. “Whatever you say.”
You and the kids keep walking further into the woods, so far until the trees begin to blend and you almost worry you won’t be able to find your way back.
You still haven’t found the gate and you’re ready to pull everyone back and retreat before Dustin suddenly springs upwards. He murmurs out a string of curses and spins in a circle.
“Henderson, I’m getting dizzy just looking at you. What’re you doing?” You grimace at the curly headed boy.
“The compass. It’s – it’s acting crazy. It’s pointing in every direction.” He distractedly responds. His face is pulled tight, brows furrowed and a frown plastered on his mouth.
“Maybe it’s broken?” Lucas asks. Dustin glares at him.
“I know how to take care of my things, Lucas,” He hissed. Lucas glares back harder.
“I didn’t say you didn’t, Dustin, but why else would it be going haywire?”
“I don’t know! That’s what I’m trying to figure out, asshole – ,”
“You’re the asshole!”
“No, you’re the – .”
Max cuts them off with an obnoxious groan.
“Are you two ladies finished?” She snaps. “If it’s not broken then that could mean the gate is near here. We need to try and find it, so stop your cat fight, alright?”
The two boys huff but ultimately listen.
The four of you walk in opposite directions, flashlights stuck to the ground as you inspect the floor for an opening. For a few minutes, the only sound around you is the branches snapping under your feet – everyone is quiet as they search for any evidence of the opening.
Suddenly, your light does catch something. Something red.
You move closer without thinking, but your steps are slow and careful. As you approach the sight, it almost looks like a cocoon reaching one tree, all the way across to the other. There’s dark, thick vine like branches surrounding what looks like the rift. The red flashes beam from beneath it, lighting up the dark woods around you.
But the closer you get, the worse it looks. It’s not just sitting there - it’s moving. The thin layer covering it pulses like a heart beats rhythm. Slowly, lean just a little closer.
Without looking away, you speak up. “Hey guys..” You start hesitantly. “I think – I think I found it,”
You know without looking the kids have wandered a little further than a few feet but still close enough to hear you. The sound of their distant voices fills the air around you.
“Are you sure?” Dustin’s voice rings out.
“I’m pretty sure,” You reply. You sink to the floor, squatting in front of the rift. “This isn’t something I’ve randomly come across bef– ,”
Suddenly, you’re cut off when one of the thick vines snaps through the cocoon like layer.
A fearful yelp tears from your throat and you jerk backwards, landing on your bottom against the hard ground. Your flashlight falls from your hand, rolling away and taking away any light you had before.
You hear the kids shout your name from far behind you and the sound of their footsteps rushing closer.
Your stomach sinks as you watch the vine slither across the ground and within seconds, wrap itself around your thigh. Even through your jeans, you can feel the cold and slippery skin of the vine – just before its hold tightens, tight enough to nearly cut off circulation.
Pain shoots from the skin of your thigh, traveling through every inch of your body. You don’t even have time to react before it yanks you across the dirt.
It’s white hot pain coursing through your veins, setting every nerve on fire. It feels like nails are sinking into your skin – almost like it has teeth it’s holding you by – as it drags you around. The pain is enough for a real scream to tear out of you this time.
The vine flips you around and your nails dig into the dirt of the forest, desperate to grab any leverage you can. Your skin fills with a hundred tiny cuts from branches and rocks digging into your skin as it pulls you across the floor.
Your legs kick with every movement of the vine in an attempt to break free but the more you struggle, the tighter its hold gets. You can’t suppress the cry that launches from your chest – the sound bouncing off the trees around you.
Your chest is pressed to the floor when you see the kids running to you but before they can reach you, it pulls you further down. Max screams your name and even through your pain, it’s enough to gather all your strength. The vine pulls you past a pile of leaves and rocks.
You barely have a second to think about it before your hand yanks the sharpest rock you find and you’re slamming it into the flesh like surface of the vine. You drive the sharpest point again, and again and again until it begins to squeal around your skin.
The grip slowly loosens but still tries to tug you further into the forest. You keep stabbing wildly, your vision clouded from pain and the dirt stuck to your face. Your arms burn from the movement until you strike directly at the top.
The rock slashes through the head of the vine, hard enough to slide right through its skin and pierce your own thigh.
The adrenaline coursing through your veins isn’t enough to mask the pain and you scream in agony at the feeling of the rock puncturing your skin.
Finally, the vine forces itself out from under the rock and slowly slithers back deep into the trees.
You’re gasping for breath, your entire body trembling as you drop the rock to the ground. Your gaze drops down to your thigh.
Blood soaks your jeans and you can see the way your thigh shakes from pain. Gingerly, your hands grasp the skin of your thigh, trying to apply pressure but your hands quickly stain from the blood.
The kids finally reach you and Max sinks to the ground beneath you, launching herself around you. You catch her as best you can with one arm, the other pressed firm against your wound.
“Oh thank God!” She cries. You groan in pain – from both her bone crushing hug and your leg.
The boys shine their lights over you two, both letting out a sigh of relief until they catch sight of your leg.
“Holy shit,” Dustin gasps. You wince, breath shuddering.
“It’s – it’s not as bad as it looks,” You force out through your teeth. Max pulls away and looks at your legs next.
“Are you kidding me?” She exclaims. “You’re literally gushing blood – that’s as bad as it gets!”
“Max, calm down,” You mutter and it only pisses her off more.
“Don’t tell me to calm down! That could’ve killed you,”
“Yeah except it didn’t,” You bite back.
You take a deep breath and swallow down a cry as you try to push yourself up. Lucas quickly drops beside you, arms slipping under your arms to help you up.
You wince at the pain shooting from your thigh, up to your chest, but you try to hide it. The last thing you want is for them to panic. Dustin appears in front of you.
He says your name carefully. “Your leg looks really bad, okay? We have to call –.”
You cut him off. “I’m fine, Dustin.” He looks ready to argue but you cut him off. “Is that a favorite shirt?”
The boy glances down at his shirt, brows pulled tight. “What? No, not really. It’s just –.”
This time, you cut him off by yanking the bottom towards you and tearing a long piece.
“Hey – what the hell!” He shouts, eyes wide.
Your only response is a groan as you wrap the fabric around your cut, tying a knot tight enough to burn. Max quickly pulls your arm around your waist, holding you from falling. There’s a muffled cry in your throat as you feel more blood slide down your leg but the makeshift tourniquet will have to do for now.
“I said I’m fine,” You breathe out, one arm sliding across Max’s shoulders. “We can’t just sit here and wait for someone to find us, alright? It’s too dangerous out here,”
Despite the pain filling your body, your voice is firm and unyielding. The three kids look up at you and silence fills the air for a few moments before they all nod, murmuring agreements towards you.
The four of you begin to move forward together, back in the direction of the meetup point. Max holds onto you – one arm snaked around your waist and the other holding your hand draped over her shoulder. Lucas walks behind you two, carefully looking in every direction for any sign of danger. Dustin walks ahead of you all, flashlight beaming in front of him as he tries to make contact with the radio.
“I repeat – this is a code red. We are in dire need of rescue and we need a response!” His angry voice rings through the trees. “Nancy? Steve? Anybody? Damnit!” He shouts.
You wince at the shrill sound. Everything around you feels heightened – the pain in your leg, the way your blood soaked jeans cling to your skin, the way blood continues to pour out of your cut and into your shoe.
“We’re too deep in the woods, Dustin. The chances of getting a signal are slim,” Lucas points out behind you.
The walk towards the gate felt long enough but now, it feels endless. It feels like you’re walking in circles – every tree looks the same and every time you think you’re almost to the end, you’re met with the same sight of never ending darkness ahead of you.
“How much further?” Max asks, her hold around your waist tightening.
Your face twists in pain but you stay quiet.
“I don’t think it’s that far anymore. We passed this hill like ten minutes after we started walking,” Dustin says.
It should give you some hope but you don’t think you have ten minutes of walking left in you.
You look at Max and you can see the complete fear covering her face. A sight you haven’t seen since Billy attacked the group back at Starcourt last year. It kills you.
You can’t give up now. It’s not about you. She’s depending on you – they all are. Getting them back to safety is all that matters, no matter what.
Despite your mind telling you to keep pushing through the pain, your leg has decided it’s had enough. Before you even realize it’s happening, your knee buckles beneath you and you slip from Max’s hold.
A sharp gasp slips past your lips as you crash into the floor. Your knees smack against the ground, a shattering feeling shooting up to your wound. Your hands barely catch you in time, the sticks and rocks digging into the skin of your palm.
Max’s hand miss as they shoot out to catch you. Lucas appears next to you in the blink of an eye and the three kids huddle around you.
Max says your name tearfully. “You can’t keep going, we – we have to wait here,”
“We can’t,” You grit out. “It’s not safe out here for you guys, I can – I can keep going, I just need a min-minute,”
The kids all glance at each other before Dustin speaks up.
“Okay, you guys stay here with her. I’m gonna walk further down, see if I can reach them on the walkie,”
“No!” You try to manage your firmest tone but your voice cracks right down the middle. “Henderson, you’re not going alone. I can walk.”
You brace your palms against the ground and try to push up. Your elbows wobble beneath you and you barely make it into an upright kneeling position before they give out beneath you.
You cry out in pain but this time, Max catches you.
“Lucas, go with him. I’ll stay here with her.” She orders.
“I said no!” You shout but the boys don’t listen to you this time. They walk a few feet further away, Dustin’s voice echoing through the woods as he calls out their names.
“Stop it!” Max snaps. “You’re no help if you’re dead, alright! We need the others,”
Tears prick your eyes as her words settle in your chest.
Not from the pain but from frustration.
You were supposed to protect her. All of them.
Instead, you’re kneeling in dirt, grime and a pool of your own blood. Instead, you’re relying on three teenagers to take care of you.
The only thing you’re grateful for is the fact that you can still see the boys when you finally hear Nancy’s voice fills the air too.
“Dus – Dustin?” Her voice cracks over the static. You watch the way the boys practically jump for joy at the sound of her voice and you can feel Max’s body loosen just barely beside you.
“Oh thank fuck!” Dustin curses over the radio. “Nancy, we need help. We found the gate but Y/N, she’s – she’s hurt really bad.”
“What hap-happened?”
The cracks over the radio prove how weak the signal is and you worry you’re about to lose it entirely.
“It was like, a vine from the damn rift. I don’t – I don’t know but it’s bad, she can’t walk,” He explains.
The reminder of what happened has your face twisting. The way Dustin sounds explaining to Nancy how you got hurt – like you can’t handle things. Like you’re weak. It’s irrational, it really is but it’s all you can focus on.
Max notices the pained look on your face and the way your breathing turns uneven. She shifts to kneel in front of you and pulls your gaze towards her.
“What do you need?” She asks softly.
Your lip wobbles as you look at her.
Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t say it.
“I – I want Steve,” You choke out. Her eyes soften immediately and she squeezes your hands before turning her head.
“She wants Steve!” She shouts to the boys. They both look over at where you both kneel on the ground and Dustin quickly locks in.
“Where’s Steve? She’s asking for Steve,” He relays over the walkie.
There’s a beat of silence.
And then you hear him.
“Dustin! I’m right here. What happened? Where is she?”
Steve.
His voice is loud and frantic, almost like he’s too close to the speaker. It’s hard to understand him completely and you can feel your eyes get heavier as Dustin gives him a quick rundown of what happened.
“I’m coming.” His voice cracks through the line.
It’s two simple words, but it’s enough to bring you to tears.
You will them back with every bit of strength you have left. You already feel weak enough – actually crying in front of your baby sister will kill you before your wound ever can.
You try not to focus on the way embarrassment slowly begins to creep up on you but it’s hard not to feel it. Because Steve is coming and he’s going to see you – covered in blood and tears, helpless and exposed.
But as overwhelming as that feels, you also feel relief.
Because Steve is coming back to you.
As much as you fought against admitting it, all you want is him. You want to be wrapped in his arms, buried in his chest, and surrounded by his warmth.
You just want him.
It’s barely five minutes before you can hear his voice shouting in the distance.
He’s calling out for you – your name echoing through the air and off the trees. Your chest aches at the sound of his voice so close.
Finally, you see his flashlight through the trees a few feet in front of you and then you see him. He appears from between the trees, his eyes wide and frantic. He lands on Dustin first, the light flickering from him, to where you kneel on the ground.
The second his eyes land on you, he’s rushing towards you. He’s within arms reach in seconds and he drops to his knees in front of you, the flashlight long forgotten at his side.
“Hey, hey, hey,” He whispers, carefully pulling you from Max’s hold. His eyes lock on the blood seeping from your thigh. “You’re gonna be okay, baby,” He nods. “Where does it hurt?”
Your lips part to answer but the words get caught in your throat.
The sight of him in front of you again – his puppy dog brown eyes wide with concern for you. His gentle voice soothing you. The warmth of his skin radiating from his body to yours.
Your resolve breaks.
Thick and hot tears slide down your cheeks, dripping down your face and soaking your neck. Your arms reach out to grab him and he doesn’t even hesitate.
Steve meets you half way and you collapse into his chest. Your shoulders shake as you finally let yourself feel it all. You feel the pain of your cut and the pain of accepting help.
His arms wrap tightly around your body, holding you just as tight as you hold him. Your fists clutch the back of his jacket so hard you can hear your nails scratching the leather. You bury your face into his neck, soaking his skin in tears. He whispers gentle reassurances against your hair.
Your body wracks with sobs and not a single part of you cares about the others around you. You don’t care that they’re watching you two. You don’t care if you look weak. All you care about is Steve.
“I got you baby, I got you,” He murmurs. Carefully, Steve shifts so he can slide one arm around your back and the other beneath your knees. He moves to stand and pull you with him, settling over his arms.
You cry out from the pain of your leg bending, eyes squeezing shut and your fingers tighten their grip on his shoulders.
“I know baby, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He soothes. “I just gotta get you out of here, okay?”
You nod timidly, breath shuddering as you try to calm yourself down. Steve doesn’t wait for anyone else before carrying you through the woods and back towards the car. He holds you as if you weigh nothing and turns what should’ve been a ten minute walk into a four minute one.
The second the car is in view, Max runs to open the back door for Steve. He easily slides in, still holding you in his arms and settles against the window of the wagon. He holds you in his lap, your arms still wrapped around his neck and your head tucked under his chin.
Everyone quickly jumps into the car and before anyone can even buckle, Nancy is peeling off the gravel and onto the main road.
Steve holds you tight to his chest the entire car ride and you don’t miss the way his eyes keep falling back to your leg.
“I’m – I’m sorry,” You whimper against his skin. Steve shakes his head.
“Don’t apologize baby, it’s okay. Everything’s okay, I promise,” He reassures you.
Steve does his best to keep you conscious even as your eyelids grow heavy and begin to drop. Nancy breaks multiple speeding laws getting back to her house and when you finally make it back, he quickly pulls you out of the car and onto the extra bed they pulled into the basement.
Steve holds your hand the entire time Nancy cleans your leg. You were right before – as bad as it was, it definitely looked worse than it was. You squeezed his hand every time the antiseptic burned against your skin and he gently wiped your tears with his thumb.
He whispered sweet reassurances into your ears, planting gentle kisses to your face every time you winced in pain. Nancy managed to clean and dress the wound fairly quickly and once she finished, she steered everyone back upstairs to give you space.
Exhaustion has embedded itself deep in your bones and you gather all your strength to keep looking at Steve. He’s kneeling on the side of the bed, one hand stroking your hair and the other laced with yours.
He looks completely content just watching you for the rest of the night but your guilt hasn’t subsided even a bit.
“Steve,” You whisper so softly, he would’ve missed it if he wasn’t so hyperaware of you.
“What is it, baby?”
Your wide eyes stare up at him. “I’m sorry,”
Tears line your eyes again, hot and unyielding, and your lip wobbles. His eyes soften at you and he moves to lay beside you instead. He settles beside you, carefully pulling you into his chest.
“You don’t have to –.”
“Yes I do,” You interrupt. Your voice is slow, but he lets you talk. “I didn’t – I didn’t mean it, Steve, I swear. I was just scared. I’ve only ever needed Max and now it just feels like I’m losing her and I was scared if I admitted I needed you, I would lose you too,” You confess, tears staining your cheeks.
His face twists in pain at the sight of you crying. He raises his hand to cup your cheek. “I didn’t mean what I said either,” He begins. “About you being better off alone. I was angry and I tried to hurt you back but it wasn’t true baby, not for a second. I’m sorry,”
His thumb glides across the skin of your cheek. You lean into his touch, brows pulled tight.
“I don’t want to be alone anymore, Steve.”
He nods, his eyes glossing over. “You’re not baby, you have me,”
You stare up at him and every instinct to shut him out disappears. “I need you, Steve. More than anything and I don’t ever want to lose you,”
He exhales sharply. “You will never lose me, okay? I swear to you. It doesn’t matter what’s going on – you’ll have me until the end of fucking time, baby,”
Without another word, you bury yourself back in his chest and cling to him like second skin.
For twenty years, you convinced yourself you didn’t need anybody else. You convinced yourself that accepting help meant admitting failure. But now, as you lay against Steve’s chest – completely bare and vulnerable to him – fully allowing him to take care of you, it all changed.
You finally admitted that you needed him and the world didn't end. He kept his promise. He was here, and he always would be.
22. loves dying her hair all colors. has already tried out primary colors, now she wants to explore more. met cherry working at spencer's. stoner. has whimsical tattoos. some are things she liked as a kid, and she has a lot of sweets tattoos. matt has done all her tattoos. asked him out after he did her first tattoo. rainbow alt style. owns a small business, she makes and sells edibles. she makes edible candy/brownies, basically anything sweet. lower back dermals. split tongue. always wears a rainbow accessory or some sort of rainbow accent to her outfit. all her clothes are thrifted.
𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔰: @lariesographic , @pepsipoet
𝔄/𝔑: sooo idk if I'm necessarily going to be writing for them just yet, but I might! I do already have an idea for their intro, and a fic idea tho! 👀 A reader like this has been on my mind for awhile, so I hope y'all like this pairing! Plsplspls lmk if y'all have any asks or reqs about them! They are in the Up In Smoke AU with Stoner!Chris & Cherry btw (it just felt right)! Abbs is literally an angel for helping! @chrattsfavlesbian
22. works at the local tattoo/piercing shop. only does black ink for customers. he only does colored tats for rainbow. lets rainbow color in his tats. comes home to some kind of edible dessert. always has some kind of dessert rainbow made for him in his lunch. soft for rainbow. was a complete grump before rainbow, then she literally was the rainbow after his storm. late night drives on off days. hot boxed car. finds new preroll flavors for rainbow. sex in the back room.
𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔰: @kodaswrld , @pepsipoet
𝔄/𝔑: sooo idk if I'm necessarily going to be writing for them just yet, but I might! I do already have an idea for their intro, and a fic idea tho! 👀 Plsplspls lmk if y'all have any asks or reqs about them! They are in the Up In Smoke AU with Stoner!Chris & Cherry btw (it just felt right)! Abbs is literally an angel for helping! @chrattsfavlesbian
⋆˚꩜｡SUMMARY: you walk in on steve pleasuring himself in the bathroom
⋆˚꩜｡TAGS: no y/n, steve x reader, reader insert, college setting, desperate!steve, nervous!reader
⋆˚꩜｡TW: NSFW 18+ content, minors do not interact!! | male masterbation, voyeurism, hand job, praise, multiple orgasms, a tiny bit of overstim
⋆˚꩜｡WC: 1.8k
⋆˚꩜｡A/N: for my djoups<3 this is based on a dream i had in 2023:) enjoy!!
It was a typical Tuesday night. Nearing around 11pm. You sighed, treading down the hall, back towards where your dorm is. Your slippers lazily scraped across the floor, not being bothered enough to fully pick up your feet with each step. You held your towel in one hand, drying your hair as you walked, humming a quiet tune to yourself. The other hand held your overflowing shower caddy.
You preferred showering late at night. The bathrooms were quiet. You were able to actually take your time, not having to rush through your routine.
As you turned the corner you noticed the door to the men’s bathroom was cracked, a soft warm light shining through. You didn’t think anything of it. As you got closer you could hear faint noises coming from inside. You ignored it, too tired to care. Just as you were about to pass it, the sound of muffled moans stopped you in your tracks.
Keep walking. Keep walking.
Your feet betrayed you and began stepping towards the door before you could stop yourself. Your heart began pounding as the noises grew louder the closer you got. You peeked through and what you saw was enough to make your stomach drop.
There stood your best friend, Steve, planted in front of the bathroom mirror. The room was foggy. The air thick and filled with steam from a hot shower. His hair was dripping wet, causing beads of water to fall down to his bare skin and onto the floor.
Your eyes raked down his body. He has one hand on the counter in front of him keeping his balance. His basketball shorts were pulled down in the front just enough so that his other hand could pull and jerk at his aching, leaking cock.
You watch as his head falls back with a quiet moan as he strokes for his own pleasure. The sight has your jaw slacked. Weak. You feel weak. You know this is wrong. You shouldn’t be standing here watching him. Watching your best friend in such a vulnerable state.
And yet, your feet don’t move. They don’t even try. Your stomach tightens. You feel yourself squeezing your legs together to try and subside that stupid annoying feeling that’s happening inside you.
You always knew Steve was good looking. You’re not blind. But you never actually thought about him like this.
You don’t actually know how you never looked at him like this before. I mean…jesus. It was like you were in a trance. His wet hair, the way his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes shut tight. The way his stomach was twitching from the sensations he was causing himself. The occasional flex of his bicep while he jerked himself off.
His hand moved at a steady pace. You almost fell to your knees when he let out a quiet soft whimper of a moan as he worked higher towards his tip.
Oh my god.
Then of course. The universe decided to play its own version of a sick joke on you. Before you could react or even register what was happening, your shower caddy decided right now was the perfect time to finally give out. All of your shower products flew out of the basket and onto the floor with a loud bang.
Steve’s head whipped towards the sudden noise, his eyes immediately finding you. You froze. You looked at all the bottles on the floor and then back at him. Then back at the bottles….then back at him again. What exactly are you supposed to do in this situation?
“I—um—I—sorry I was just—“ you stumble over your words, unable to find anything to say that could possibly make this situation better. You look anywhere but at him, too humiliated to even glance in his direction. “I um…I’m sorry. I didn’t see—“
“Shh, hey it’s okay.” he finally spoke. You were terrified. What he said next was the opposite of what you expected. “Can you help me?” he asked.
Your breathing hitched. You almost choked on your own spit, your body tensing immediately. It’s almost like the world was put on mute. All you can hear is the deep drum of your heart beat. A shiver runs down your spine and you can literally feel your throat close up, struggling to get any words out.
What the fuck? What the actual fuck is going on?
You should leave. You should grab your things off the floor and lock yourself in your room and never come out again. Maybe even transfer schools and forget this ever happened.
That’s not what you do though. Instead, without even realizing it, you find yourself nodding your head to his question.
He speaks again, “C’mere.” His voice was quiet and soft. It was laced with traces of need and want. Maybe even some desperation.
You exhale shakily, setting down the rest of your things. You slowly step into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. He watches you carefully, as you start to inch towards him nervously.
“I—How do you want—?”
“Get behind me. Can you do that for me? Please?”
Normally you’d be embarrassed by how fast you complied. But right now you couldn’t care less. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire and that’s all you can focus on. Along with the ache between your thighs.
You swallowed hard, your throat feeling dry and heavy. He could see the nerves in your body language. Feeling it radiating off of you.
“Hey, s’okay. I got you.” he looked at you through the fogged mirror, unable to make out any features. “S’just me, mkay? Your best friend. Your Steve.” He reached behind himself, grabbing your hand and rubbing it gently. An attempt to calm your nerves. “Need your help so bad. Would you be a good friend and help me?”
You nod, nervously. You lift your hands to his shoulders, letting them trace gently down his arms all the way to his wrists. Your movements are slow and unsure. You feel him shiver underneath your touch, only to melt into it once your hands find their way to his bare chest. Your fingers gliding over top of his chest hair.
The second he melted into your touch it was like all nervousness left your body. Without a second thought you leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder. He exhaled in pleasure, biting his lip to stifle a moan when your hands rubbed up and down his body.
“Been thinkin’ ‘bout this for so long. ‘Bout you.” he spoke through deep breaths.
The heat in your stomach only grew at his words. The fresh panties you were wearing were certainly growing wetter by the second.
You pulled your arms back, causing him to frown. The sound of you spitting in your hand quickly replaced that frown with a lazy smile. Your left hand wrapped around his torso, running up and down his chest while your other hand found its way to his aching cock.
He hissed the second you grabbed onto him, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. Your hand finally began to move up and down his length. You started off slow, teasing, pulling a quiet “fuck” from his lips.
Your free hand roamed all over his chest and stomach, wanting to feel every inch you could reach. Keeping your movements slow, you placed a trail of kisses all over his upper back, causing a deep exhale to escape his lips. You squeezed slightly tighter, a real moan finally coming out.
Music to your ears.
It was right then that you stopped holding back. All you wanted was to hear that sound over and over again. The sound of your best friend completely at your mercy. Weak over your touch.
You picked up your pace, your hand moving up and down in a corkscrew motion. His head fell backwards, landing on your shoulder. The bathroom was quickly filled with sounds of his erratic moans and the sound of you jerking him off.
“Doin’ so good—fuck—makin’ me feel so good.” he spoke in between moans.
“Yeah?” you smiled, watching his face scrunch tight through the mirror in front of you two.
You kept a steady rhythm, not too fast, not too slow. His noises and little twitches encouraging you to finally ask what’s been on your mind since he said it. “You said you’ve been thinking about this? You and me?”
“Mhm, ahh fuck.” he leaned into your touch, trying to steady himself. “You came over one day—shit go faster. Please, please go faster.” a loud moan rippled through the bathroom. “You were wearing that one skirt—“
Before he could finish his sentence, your hand reached the top of his shaft, right underneath his tip. He jolted in your hands, a literal whimper escaping from his mouth.
Your lips immediately quirked up into a wide smile, knowing you’d just found his spot. “That feel good?” you ask, keeping your movements focused on that one spot.
“Ahh—fffuck yes.”
“The skirt. Tell me about the skirt.”
“The short black one—“ he struggled to talk coherently, his breathing growing heavier as he reached his climax. “—you came over wearing it. Dropped your keys—m’so close.”
“I know, I know. Deep breaths, you can do it. Keep tellin’ me.”
“Y-you bent over to pick em up. Your little pink panties on complete display f’me.”
Your face reddened. You don’t even remember that.
“Ever since then, been wanting to get my hands on you.”
His words made your knees weak. Like actually weak. You suddenly felt like jelly. Your core clenching around nothing, begging for some kind of relief.
Your arm was burning but that didn’t stop you from going faster, determined to get him to his release.
After a few more moans and curses, Steve threw his head back once again, landing on your shoulder. A loud, breathless moan ripped through him as his come shot all over your hand and his stomach. But you didn’t stop there. You kept your movements going up to his tip, wanting to hear those whimpers from earlier.
He cried out, knees buckling. You stepped back, his sudden body weight almost knocking the both of you over. You didn’t dare stop.
“Ahh fuck I can’t—“ he whined loudly.
You paid extra close attention to where his shaft and tip met, rubbing up and down in tiny movements. He was putty in your hands. He tried to talk but nothing coherent could come out. The overstimulation too much.
Only when a second orgasm ripped through him did you finally stop. He was completely and utterly spent. His chest heaved, struggling to catch his breath.
You released him from your grasp, bringing your hand up to your mouth. He turned around and watched with awe as you licked his come off each of your fingers until your hand was clean.
With wide eyes and dilated pupils he finally spoke, “Jesus fucking christ.”
You smiled. Before you could say anything he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you close. “C’mere, it’s your turn.”
cw: 18+, minors dni, age gap, modern au, cheating, jealousy, mentions of p*rn,
w.c: 2k
Chloe was panicked because she and Steve hadn’t had sex since the first time more than two weeks ago.
Okay, so they’d done all the other in between things but she thought they’d moved on past those. She enjoyed them, of course but she needed him again.
Friday night, Jennifer was going on her date tonight and Cindy did book club so it was the perfect time. Or so Chloe thought.
Because Steve’s leaving his office an hour early. Nods to Chloe, “Let’s go.”
“Right now? It’s only four,” Chloe points out.
“Yeah, I know. Adam’s gonna lock up for me,” Steve explains.
Since the incident with Brody, Jared had some points knocked off which made Adam the top of the corporate ladder. Under Steve of course.
“Okay? But why so early?” Chloe asks, following him towards the doors. She waves goodbye to Adam and he waves back with a smile.
Steve waits until they’re outside, “I gotta get ready and pack. It’s uh, it’s mine and Cindy’s wedding anniversary. We’re gonna go stay at the Ritz Carlton for the night.”
Chloe’s heart drops. She knew he was married but she thought they basically acted like they weren’t. She stops and looks at him. Steve stops and looks at her, confusion on his face.
“What?”
“You’re going to… you’re going to have sex with her?” Chloe asks.
Steve laughs and gets in his car, leaving Chloe to follow. She looks at him, eyebrows furrowed because he didn’t answer.
“Chloe, for fucks sake,” he sighs, “I’m married. You know this. We stay there every anniversary. It’s not a big deal,” he says and Chloe looks at him with her eyes widened.
“I.. I wanted to have sex tonight, I was hoping we’d—“
“Look, if it makes you feel any better, Cindy and I haven’t had sex in two years,” he turns the car on, puts his arm back as he turns his head. He reverses, “I have obligations, still. It’s our anniversary. I gotta take her out.”
“Two years? Oh my god,” Chloe gasps, “It’s been like two weeks and I feel like I’m gonna explode.”
“That’s sweet of you,” Steve says and she frowns. Does he not feel the same way?
Then she acts like a petulant brat the whole drive home. Because she’s mad at him.
—
After everyone's left, Chloe feels so incredibly alone. She hasn’t been this alone since she’d moved into the Harrington house. This house was too big to be this empty.
She paces the house. A couple of times.
Then she goes into Steve and Cindy’s bedroom and begins to snoop. And that was a mistake. Because Cindy’s nightstand drawers are full of sex toy’s and lube.
Everything else is clean. Steve’s drawers have regular stuff in them.
So she goes into Steve’s office and sits at his desk. Then she opens those drawers and finds a fleshlight. Which has her heart beating faster and her thighs tingling. That definitely means this is exactly where Steve jerks off. So she has to check his browser history. See what exactly he’s watching.
She moves the mouse and waits for the login page to load. Four digits to get inside. She puts in today’s date since it’s their anniversary. But that doesn’t work.
Of course, she tries Jennifer’s birthday and that works. She giggles to herself and opens his Internet browser, immediately going to his history.
She laughs, excitement pooling in her belly. News sites, the weather channel and below that… Chloe’s Facebook. She bites her lip as she giggles, she continues reading and her jaw drops.
Sexy Secretary Sucks Cock — pornhub
Secretary — search Pornhub
Blonde Creampied — Pornhub
Busty Blonde Rides His Cock — Pornhub
Deepthroat.. she takes every inch — Pornhub
One search string grabs her interest even more. Rimming. Straight rimjobs. And it’s the longest thread of videos watched. Chloe blinks at the screen. She clicks one and is shocked by what she sees. A man on his back with legs up while a blonde woman licks at his taint and then down to his asshole. She tilts her head as she watches.
Steve likes his porn. A lot. And apparently this rimming thing. Chloe’s heard of rimming, obviously. But it’s shocking to think Steve’s into it. Until she remembers him pushing her head down lower and she giggles. He wants her to lick his asshole but he’s too scared to ask her.
Her stomach flips, as she imagines doing it to him. He’d probably make the prettiest sounds. And really, all she wants to do is make Steve feel good.
She has big plans for the next time they hook up.
—
It’s later into the night and Chloe’s bored and extremely lonely. She doesn’t like feeling alone.
And maybe because of her jealousy and anger about Cindy and Steve spending the night alone in a hotel room, she decides to call Adam.
He answers on the second ring, “Yello!”
“Adam? It’s me… Chloe.”
“Chloe! Hi!” he greets and his excitement is something she’s been hungry for. Steve’s is fleeting, unfortunately and it’s nice to have a man excited that she’s called.
“Hi. What are you doing?” she asks, looking at herself in the mirror. She’d finished doing her makeup.
Adam exhales, then admits, “A whole lot of nothing. What about you?”
“About the same. Did you wanna, I don’t know… go out, maybe?” Chloe asks.
“Yeah, yeah, definitely. Uh, that sounds like fun.”
“Okay, I live at Steve’s house. Think you could come pick me up?” she asks.
“A hundred percent. I’ll be there in ten.”
Chloe finishes getting ready and then heads outside to wait for him.
Adam is punctual. He parks his car and gets out, opening the passenger door for Chloe. She smiles at him before slipping inside.
Once they take off he asks, “So, what did you wanna do?”
She shrugs, “Maybe we could grab a drink somewhere?”
Adam smiles, “Yeah. I know a spot.”
They drive to the bar, it’s a bit upscale compared to the places Chloe usually goes. The clientele is older. She’s definitely the youngest person in the place. But they order drinks and find a nice little booth to sit and chat in.
“So what made you call?” Adam asks.
Chloe shrugs, "Lonely, I guess. Jenny had a date.”
“And it’s Steve’s and Cindy’s anniversary so, you were alone in that big house,” Adam nods, “Well, I’m glad you called.”
He’s handsome, she thinks. He wears a sweater, she can see a white undershirt poking out from underwear. He has a nice beard, but she’s really attracted to his eyes. But also, Chloe likes the way Adam talks. The sound of his voice.
Sincerely, if she was not so in love with Steve, she’d be dating this man and she knows it. His curly hair sticks up all wild and she wants to touch it. But she doesn’t.
“Yeah, pretty boring. Was your night just as lonely?”
He nods, laughs softly and says, “Uh, kids are away for the weekend.”
“How old are they?” Chloe asks, leaning her head in her hand as she gazes at him.
Adam smiles, leans back and holds his beer, “They’re ten and thirteen.”
“Those are fun ages, I think,” she offers, though Chloe doesn’t know much about kids. Besides that she was one once.
“Yeah, it’s fun. They’re still pretty needy and not entirely brats yet,” Adam admits.
“Not to be rude but, that’s pretty young for.. I just mean like,” Chloe swallows as she realizes how rude she’s sounding.
Adam laughs, “No, I know what you’re saying. My ex wife is only 36.”
“So you like them younger?” Chloe teases and Adam leans closer.
“I’m out with you, aren’t I?”
Chloe giggles, leaning closer as well, “I guess that’s true. You know, Mr. Harrington says this is an HR nightmare.”
“He doesn’t have to know, does he?” Adam offers.
“Looks like you’re not spending the night, then,” Chloe teases.
Adam frowns, playfully, “Think he’ll be home that early?”
“Oh, come on. Him and Cindy will be dying to get apart from each other. Guarantee they get back at 7 in the morning,” Chloe says.
Adam chuckles, “It’s that bad? I mean, I had my assumptions but…”
Chloe nods, eyebrows raised, “I probably shouldn’t say this. But yeah, they uh, they don’t even interact at home.”
“They’ve been married a long time,” Adam offers, “Like thirty years.”
“Oh shit, is it their thirtieth? Shouldn’t that be a bigger milestone? They’re staying at the ritz.”
“I think that’s a big deal? That place is fancy,” Adam counters and Chloe snorts.
“Steve says they stay there every year,” she informs Adam and he shakes his head, like he has countering information.
And he does. He says, “No, they’ve gone to Europe for some years. Sometimes they go to Florida. Hawaii too.”
“Yikes… told ya,” Chloe snickers and Adam laughs with her.
“Yeah, I guess for the big milestone it’s pretty shitty,” he admits. “But hell, better than I ever did for Blair.”
“So that’s her name. Ya know, it’s funny, I didn’t even know you were getting divorced until Steve told me,” Chloe says and Adam purses his lips all funny.
“Didn’t think it was a very sexy thing to tell you.”
Chloe giggles, tosses her head back. She agrees, it doesn’t seem like it’s sexy but unfortunately, she does find it sexy. So he admits, “I kinda think it is.”
“Really?” Adam drapes his arm over the curve of the booth and Chloe finds herself scooting closer. “should’ve been my opener. Is it sexy that it’s a nasty, mean divorce?”
She gazes at him, “Why is it nasty? She doesn’t wanna let you go?”
Adam chuckles, sips his beer and shakes his head, “She wants to take me for everything I’m worth. But uh, she met someone. That’s why we split in the first place.”
Chloe frowns and tilts her head, “Aw, I’m sorry…”
“Enough about that though. How’s about a shot?” Adam offers and Chloe gratefully accepts.
Soon enough, one shot becomes two and two becomes four and before Chloe knows it, she’s very drunk. So Adam takes her home, walks her to the door. He places his hands on her waist, gazing down at her and the attention is really nice.
“You’re really pretty, Chloe,” he tells her.
She gazes up at him. He’s so tall. And he is really nice to look at. And Chloe is feeling so alone right now. All night she’s been pretty worried about whatever Steve and Cindy were doing, jealousy stewing in her gut. She wants to feel special, so she flirted with Adam all night.
“Thanks,” she tells him.
Adam hums, “Are you gonna invite me inside?”
Chloe purses her lips, “No. I don’t think so.”
Maybe in another life. One where she didn’t consider Steve her boyfriend. And the thought of Steve being her boyfriend makes her giggle. But Adam mistakes it, pouts his lip. “Well can I kiss you?”
She’s going to say no, but she’s a little drunk… and she’s mad at Steve. So she nods slowly.
And Adam leans in, his lips meet hers and he inhales through his nose sharply. Chloe wraps her arms around his neck, tilting her head as she kisses back. It’s a nice kiss, he’s a good kisser. His hands smooth down and round Chloe’s ass. He squeezes, pulls her into him and licks into her mouth. Chloe accepts it, grazes her tongue against Adam’s.
He pulls her closer as he continues the kiss. It’s genuinely nice, Chloe’s been aching for a kiss. She’d rather this be from Steve but she was still happy. She liked feeling wanted. She needed to feel desired. Shamefully, that’s where most of her self worth came from.
She lets Adam kiss her for a little bit longer before she pulls away. She looks up at him and smiles, “Goodnight, Adam.”
Chloe goes inside and heads straight to bed. But not before stalking through Steve’s Facebook. Just look at him.
summary: you struggle to sleep after an argument with steve. both too stubborn to apologise first, it’s natural instincts that help you make up
cw: crying, swearing, angst with a happy ending, sort of suggestive ending
wc: 1.2k
a/n: this is probably only my third angst ive ever written, i definitely want to write more and improve on it
the argument was stupid, you knew that. and honestly that made it worse.
it was just one glass, one glass left out on the side that got knocked over because it wasn't meant to be there.
that one broken glass led to a total collapse, but you didn't expect it to go on so long or be so ugly.
"you were being careless" you spat
"it's just a glass" he retaliated
"that's not the point!"
"then what is the point?!"
"i asked you to put it away ages ago"
"then why didn't you do it" his response was laced with a tone of sarcasm, a tone that pushed you over the edge.
huffing loudly, you slammed your hands on the side next to the collection of shards tears falling from your eyes out of pure frustration.
"i shouldn't have to do everything" your voice broke and cracked.
"you don't" he contradicted.
"yes i do steve- i do everything- im always clearing up after you it's exhausting!"
"well then just don't"
"if i didn't we'd be living in a dump!"
it went on and on, spiralling out of hand ending abruptly with you shutting yourself in the bathroom, hiding before you threw a picture frame at steve's head through anger blurry vision.
you knew you weren't arguing over the glass, you weren't actually even arguing. all of this was just a meltdown of built up stress from the last few months of crawls.
getting in the shower, you tried to wash your anger away expecting steve to be on the other side of the door with apologetic eyes and welcoming arms when you were done.
but you were more than wrong.
after your shower you dried and changed in the bathroom, opening the door with a confidence that was completely broken when your eyes locked onto steve, already in bed and seemingly asleep.
your eyes burned with tears, the four years you'd been together, you'd never gone to sleep separately, without saying "i love you"
steve was stubborn, you knew that but he always folded when it came to you. arguments always fizzled out within about an hour, commonly ending with some heavy make up sex way before either of you went to sleep for the night.
the room was too dark to see if steve was still awake, however as you stepped closer he didn't stir.
walking around to your side of the bed, your chest ached painfully when you slipped under the duvet onto the cold mattress.
tears fell onto your pillow when you laid your head down facing away from steve's body, your arms curling around yourself in a pathetic attempt to replace what should have been steve's.
little did you know, he was awake, waiting stubbornly for you to cave and throw your arms around him, burry your head into his neck, fall asleep wrapped in his warmth.
he wanted you to admit you needed him as much as he needed you, and tonight, he got in his own head, suddenly terrified that you didn't need him.
a quiet sniffle echoes around the silent walls of your room before landing in steve's ears.
his heart dropped and he almost rolled over to find you, acting on pure instinct before forcing himself not to.
an hour past, steve drifted off into a shallow sleep as you layed wide awake, cold, hurting and lonely.
your tears had stopped but the emptiness around you and the damp pillow under your cheek was a constant reminder of what had happened.
after crying so much, your throat was dry, a bitter taste in your mouth that you couldn't swallow away.
quietly, you slipped out from under the duvet, tip toeing around steve's side of the bed and out the door on your way to the kitchen.
your mind replayed every part of the argument, every word you said, every word he spat back. you over analysed everything, his tone, the way he went to bed without you.
how could he go to bed without you.
upstairs, feeling the shift of the mattress, steve stirred half waking up and in a sleep haze he rolled over, gravitating where the warmth of your body still lingered.
your pillow, still wet and salty with tears ended up locked under steve's arm, pulled tight against his chest. subconsciously, he breathed in your scent, the simple, instinctive gesture relaxing him significantly.
glass in hand, you walked back to your room like it was second nature, not even thinking about each step you were taking.
when you opened the door you stopped at the threshold eyes locked on steve, asleep on your side of the bed, holding your pillow.
heart sinking, you walked quietly back over, placing the glass on the side before perching on the edge of the bed.
"steve" you whispered, reaching out to hold his arm.
he grumbled softly, shaking his head into your pillow. you couldn't help but melt at the sight of him, at the sweet sounds he was making.
your heart screamed at you to just squeeze in next to him and let yourself be held by him until you fell asleep, safe in his arms.
"steve" you tried again, louder.
this time his eyes fluttered open, settling on you immediately.
"what's wrong" he questioned instinctively, arguing or not, his first thought was to worry about you.
"you're on my side"
"oh" he sat up a bit, looking at his side of the bed then back to you, remembering past events and how you ended up so far apart in the first place.
"steve.." your eyes were stinging again, just desperate to feel comfort from your boyfriend, not even caring about the argument anymore.
"darlin"
he shifted across, lifting the duvet up for you. you wasted no time, practically diving in next to him, wrapping your arms around his body.
the gesture spoke 1000 words and when you felt him physically relax underneath you, you felt like you could breath properly for the first time all night.
"i'm sorry" you whimpered into his chest.
"no darlin i'm sorry- it was my fault and then i just tired to shut you out- i was scared and-"
he cut himself off with a quiet sob, his arms tightening around your body.
"i heard you cry and- fuck- i just felt like what ever id say you'd hate me and- i thought you'd realise you didn't actually need me"
a fresh wave of tears fell from your eyes at his words, your heart shattering into pieces.
"stevie no- i need you, so bad and id never hate you- not over a stupid glass anyway"
"it was stupid"
"so fucking stupid"
you both laughed tearily pulling back to look at each other in the eyes.
he softened and caved first, lunging forward to kiss you, holding you against him with a large hand on the back of your neck.
salt from both your tears mixed with the pure and intoxicating taste of him as you slowly kissed him deeper, savouring every second.
"i'm so sorry babygirl"
"i'm sorry too"
"im gonna be more tidy- i promise"
"and im not gonna be as bossy"
“i love you so much darlin”
“i love you more”
“impossible”
he smiled against your lips, kissing you again, harder, until you were tangled together between the sheets, apologising and making up in every way you could possibly think of.
Roommate Steve walking around shirtless bc it’s summer & it’s hot! So you retaliate by walking around in a bikini top that makes your boobs look fantastic and denim shorts that have your bum peaking out the bottoms <333 Steve trying to hide his boner etc etc
hot in here | steve harrington
18+ smut!! steve fantasying about reader, roommate au, female reader, no use of y/n, she/her pronouns for reader.
wc: 942
𑣲 the roommate collection
Steve Harrington was beginning to piss you off. Not because he was a bad roommate because of course, he was the best roommate that you could have possibly asked for. He always cleaned up after himself, he did his fair share of cooking, cleaning and he never left an empty milk cartoon in the fridge like your last roommate had.
But what was beginning to piss you off about Steve? It was the fact he hadn’t worn a shirt all fucking week.
You can’t exactly blame him, not really. Your AC had stopped working just before the heatwave had hit and there was no escape from the sweltering heat. You had bought a fan but all that it seemed to do was blow hot air around the living room. And the heat itself? It was unforgiving. The only thing worse than the heat itself was the torture of seeing your stupidly hot roommate without a shirt everyday.
You told yourself that it was fine. That you could deal with it. That seeing Steve shirtless all the time was just a nice treat. But then he came back to the apartment after washing his car one Saturday afternoon—soaking wet, water dripping down from the hair that covered his chest and looking like a fucking god and you had finally decided that enough was enough.
“Hey Steve,” you greet him that evening, your tone causal as you slip by him lounging on the couch on your way to the kitchen.
“Hey, you. Wanna order some—wow.”
You try not to smile as open one of the cupboards and you lean up to grab a glass. Your body stretches as you stand on the tips of your toes, which exposes a peak of your ass cheeks for him to view. You hum to yourself, turning around just in time to catch the look on his face when he notices that you weren’t just wearing some too short denim shorts but you were also wearing a cherry red gingham bikini top. One that made your tits looked fantastic, hugging your breasts just right.
Steve’s mouth suddenly felt awfully dry, eyes on your tits as you turn on the tap and fill up your glass with cold water.
“Order, what?” You ask him, head tilting to the side as you wait for his response, your stomach coiling at the sight of his wet, parted lips, at his eyes on you.
“Um,” Steve looks as though he’s forgotten how to string a sentence together, as though he’s forgotten how to even speak English as he looks you. “I was thinking um, Chinese or—”
But once again words fail him as you spill a tiny amount of water down your chest.
“Oops,” you say with a small smile as you smear the cold liquid over your cleavage in a poor attempt to wipe it away. “Sorry, what were you saying, Steve?”
Steve feels his cock thicken beneath his shorts as he shamelessly watches your tits jiggle when you attempt to wipe away the water. The moment he realises that his shorts were suddenly a little too tight, Steve grabbed a nearby pillow and tried his very best to act natural.
Not now, not now—
“I um,” Steve begins, his throat feeling tight as he notices how the spilled water had made your cleavage all wet, mixing with the sweat already collected there. The sight made him feel even more horny than he already was. Fuck, what was wrong with him? He was getting hard over a bit of water and your sweat now?
All he wanted to do was lick between your breasts, pull that stupid fucking bikini top down and let his tongue play with one of your taunt nipples that he could see quite clearly through the material. Maybe then he’d slip his hand beneath your shorts too, see how fucking wet you were for him. The thought of plunging his fingers deep inside of you, of how fucking warm you’d be makes Steve press his hips upwards, seeking some friction from the sofa cushion like some fucking desperate teenager. “Ju—just um—just that I—think we should—get some Chinese food for—for dinner.”
The amount of effort it had taken him to string that sentence together had been great, especially as you leaned over the counter and Steve got another incredible view of your ass cheeks. His cock twitches as he can’t help but imagine the sounds his balls wound make slapping against your ass as he fucked you over the kitchen counter, imagined the noises you would make when he reached down and circled your clit with his—
“Steve?”
“Huh?”
Steve was dazed, genuinely. He had been so lost in his thoughts about you that he hadn’t even noticed you had been talking to him.
“Sorry, I just—I think this heat is really getting to me. What did you say?”
You smile kindly and Steve swears he gets even harder because you were so fucking sweet and yet so fucking hot that your kindness just made him lose his fucking mind.
“I said I’d love a Chinese,” you tell him, setting down your glass of water and grabbing the takeout menu from one of your kitchen drawers. “Same as usual?”
Steve swallows and nods, adjusting the pillow over his lap so that you didn’t see just how hard those little shorts and the fucking bikini top you were wearing had made him.
“Yeah, same as usual.”
You smile again and walk towards the phone, patting his arm as you pass by and making Steve nearly moan at the contact.
⿻﹕𐔌 𝘽𝙇𝙐𝙍𝘽 𝙁𝙏. stray!reader & gas station!matt from the new americana au
content warnings: smut. unprotected sex, p in v, cream pie, temperature play (?), hair pulling, praise
word count: 1.1k
author's note: anyone else also suffering from a heatwave in their town? this is not proofread.
The summer heatwave was a perfect excuse to visit Matt at the gas station and enjoy the cool air. As you walk through the front door, the shelter of the gas station gives you slight respite from the sweltering temperature outside.
Lucky for you, the gas station is empty, so you lock the entrance behind you with a slight click.
“Told ya not to do that,” Matt calls, wheeling a case of soda into the walk-in area of the refrigerated section.
“Don’t worry, I flipped the sign over to CLOSED, too,” you joke.
Sweat beads at your temples and down the center of your chest as you stand in the doorway of the walk-in cooler. You feel the crisp air emanating from inside it. Matt’s cut off shirt accentuates the lean muscle of his biceps as he unloads the crates. He pretends to pay you no mind while he starts restocking the rows and rows of beverage options.
“Are you trying to get me in trouble?” he huffs, with a Mexican Coke bottle in each hand. You roll your eyes playfully as he continues to stock the refrigerated section.
“You and I both know that no one’s coming to the gas station in this heat,” you say, taking a step into the walk in. The door closes behind you and the sudden temperature drop triggers goosebumps to run through your body.
As Matt empties the first crate, he turns to face you. “You did,” he teases, closing the space between you.
“I just came to get something to help me cool off,” you say innocently, biting your lip.
“S’that so?” Matt asks, cornering you against the cold refrigerator door.
As soon as your back is flush against the glass, it takes your breath away. You gasp, but your lips are enveloped in the warmth of Matt’s mouth. His hands wrap around your waist, still frigid from handing the cold glass bottles.
You suck air through your nose, disoriented by the contrasting temperatures taking over your senses. You kiss Matt back, allowing him to control the pace. His lips wander down your jaw, nipping at your neck in the most delicious way. A soft moan escapes your lips when he sucks on your soft skin. His hands travel upward, tugging at the straps of your tanktop. It falls to rest at your hips, exposing you even more to the frigid air. Matt takes one of your stiff peaks in his mouth, lapping at it just right.
You grind your crotch against his, desperate for any kind of friction as he suckles your breast. Matt knows just what you need, so he flips you around quickly. Your chest is flush against the cold glass of the refrigerator door as a flushed heat exudes every part of your body. The conflicting temperatures leave you in an almost euphoric state.
“You cooled off yet, hun?” Matt murmurs against your ear. “‘Cause it feels like you’re actually burning up.”
You can only whimper while he tugs down your shorts. He grinds his clothed cock on your ass as you reach back to run your fingers to his hair, gripping onto the nape of his neck. You wiggle your ass once more, inviting him to continue.
Matt pulls out his hard length, rubbing it against your slick.
“Fuck me, Matt,” you practically beg with a breathy voice. His grip holds you firmly against the glass as he plunges into you with one deep thrust. Matt bottoms out, stretching you to your limit. The familiar feeling has you clenching tightly around him, earning you a groan from Matt’s throat.
As he buries himself into you over and over again, he tugs at your hair. It pulls your head back, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Like this? Huh? You want me to fuck you like this?” he asks, trying to coax a response out of you.
“Oh my g-god, yes,” you gasp, unable to form a coherent sentence as Matt rearranges your guts.
He lets go of your hair, allowing you to rest your cheek against the cool glass door. Your warm breath leaves the glass foggy and a singular hand print is dragged against the condensation when you try to regain any kind of composure.
Matt reaches around you, searching for your sensitive bundle of nerves. When his fingers make contact, your legs buckle, struggling to stay standing.
Matt grips onto your waist with one arm to keep you steady, while his other hand still works its magic on your soft flesh. “Stay with me, sweetheart. We’re almost there,” he whispers between breaths.
You’re close, you feel it; and he knows it too.
“God I fucking love how you squeeze me,” he coos, nipping at your neck again.
“Matt…hmph—” you struggle to get the words out.
“Talk to me baby,” he pants. “Come on, use your words,” The sweetness of his words completely contrasts the way he’s pounding into you. His thrusts become so deep that your feet are practically off the ground; being held up only by his right arm around your waist.
Deep in your core you feel a tightness begin to build. “M-m’gonna cum,” you practically babble.
The groans and whines that escape his mouth combined with his doubled efforts push you over the edge. Your velvety walls convulse around his thick cock as you feel his warm seed fill you to the brim. You rest your body against the glass, attempting to catch your breath. Matt slowly eases out of you, helping you put your clothes back on.
He turns you around, pulling you into a sweet embrace. “Y’alright?” he asks, checking in.
“I’m perfect,” You respond, still a little dazed. You rest your head against his chest for a while before pulling away completely relaxed.
“That was…not what I was expecting,” you joke, turning to leave the walk in.
“Don’t act so innocent, Stray. You know what those shorts you’ve got on do to me,” Matt admits, tapping your ass lightly.
“I just wanted a cold drink, that’s all. Very innocent,” you deny.
Matt smirks, reaching to grab two chilled Mexican cokes. He uses one to pop the cap off of the other, handing it to you.
“There ya go,” he says. “Now head back to the trailer park. I’m off soon and I’m not done with you.”
You take a sip from the coke bottle and turn, sauntering away with a newfound pep in your step.
You’d told yourself that you’d block Chris on every social media platform you have. Countless times. But you never really end up doing it. That’s why you’re currently viewing his newly added stories on Instagram like some obsessed ex-girlfriend. Each one grating on your nerves more than the last.
When you finally give in and text him, asking sarcastically if he was enjoying his night, he replies with something that makes your stomach flip.
The sheer audacity and the cockiness oozing out of his words even through the phone screen should’ve been enough for you to block him.
But—obviously—that isn’t how it’s going to go.
"Fuuck..." Chris groans from behind you, his fingers digging into your hips as his own slams against your ass with loud, wet slaps. You’re barely holding yourself up, shaking all over as you feel his dick reaching depths only he can reach.
It feels like he’s in your fucking chest, knocking the wind out of your lungs with each thrust. Fucking you so good that all you can think about is the feeing of him rearranging your insides.
You’ve promised yourself that you wouldn’t get involved with him again, but you never truly stick to your promises. You somehow always end up in his bed again and again. It’s like a broken record. Replaying the same part over and over again, unable to play the next part.
Truthfully, who would be able to resist someone as hung and good looking as him?
Maybe someone else, but most definitely not you.
It hasn’t been that long since you’ve hooked up with someone else so you thought you would be able to take it—take him—but you’ve obviously underestimated your ex boyfriend. The longer he fucks you, the more you begin to try to escape his dick.
The pleasure is just too much. Too good.
Chris notices. Of course he notices. And he isn’t having any of that.
"Haah… Where do ya think you’re going huh?" He taunts, his hips following yours down when you try to move away.
The position you’re now in gives him more room to really pound into you, and he does exactly that. No mercy whatsoever. Only because he knows you’d say your safe word if you genuinely wanted him to stop.
But you haven’t yet, matter of fact, your pussy’s been squeezing and milking his dick more after he started fucking you harder.
His arm wraps around your neck in a headlock, loose enough that you can still breathe—just with more difficulty than before. The pressure on your throat causes you to feel slightly lightheaded and that only adds to the pleasure he’s giving you.
And when he changes the angle ever so slightly to hit your sweet spot, you know you’re done for.
› well... this is awkward 😭 idk how but after i posted that rant thing about me being unable to write, i decided to try writing on my laptop which i haven’t done in almost two years and guess what. i fucking finished one short oneshot and this blurb right here. idk if i’ll have the same motivation tomorrow (hoping i do so i can continue finishing up my wips) but writing on my laptop is a game changer for sure.
› the smut part is inspired by this prompt and this post gave me the idea of a headlock ’cause look at his biceps 😋
for the gator x pregnant reader series, could you write something like a few months later when the bump is more prominent, reader calls gator after someone was rude to her and he just crashes out. like he’s quite dramatic with it and fights them or threatens to arrest them or something? just gator being protective of reader even tho he pretends he doesn’t care
thankyou for requesting for this story! i’ll be taking other requests for gator and reader during the pregnancy. i know this is around midway through but if there’s some requests where you’d still like early pregnancy blurbs then i’ll still write it ofc
part one & part two
It was a few months later, there wasn’t much communication between you both but when there was, you could tell he was trying. he was still extremely conflicted with the whole situation, he didn’t want a child, never wanted one. he knew he wasn’t born to be a dad, he was born to take orders and protect those who needed protection. but at the same time, whenever he thought too hard about you and the baby.. he felt stuck. it was his baby after all.
he was currently driving home from a shift, he got off earlier than usual so it was only around 8pm.
just as gator thought about it all again, his eyebrows furrowed as he spotted a familiar figure walking on the sidewalk. he slowed the truck, studying the person more closely before his eyebrows raised slightly in surprise as he realized it was you. this was unexpected... he hadn't seen you in person for a while. his eyes darted to the bump of your belly, more prominent than before which made him feel a rush of things that he quickly buried deep.
he pulled over to the side of the road and rolled down the window, calling out gruffly, "hey."
you turn around, immediately recognising the voice and wipe under your eyes with a soft sniffle. "oh.. hi.."
his eyebrows furrow slightly when he sees your slightly red eyes and pink nose. "you cryin'?"
"no.." was all you said and he immediately called bullshit. he let out a low sigh before jerking his chin toward the passenger seat. "get in." his tone was rough, but there was no real bite behind it.
you hesitated for a moment before slowly opening the passenger door and getting in, your movements slow and slightly unsteady.
gator watched you quietly as you buckled yourself in, his eyes flickering over your face. he was silent for a moment before clearing his throat and asking gruffly, "why you cryin? do i gotta get involved?"
you quickly shake your head. "no, it’s fine.. i’m just being over emotional i guess. yknow, pregnancy stuff?" you sniffle again, looking away from him.
the sound of you crying tugged at something deep within him. he let out a rough exhale, hands gripping the wheel tightly. "over emotional about what? the weather? traffic? what." it was a lame attempt at a joke.
the emotions flooded back as you spoke, voice sounding thick with tears. "just a man.. kept asking me questions ab—about me.. and the baby.. i—i told him to leave an—and he just yelled in my face."
his jaw tightened, anger flaring up unexpectedly. he knew it was probably just some random guy on the street, but the thought of anyone yelling at you—especially a pregnant girl—made his blood boil. he kept his voice gruff as he muttered gruffly, "a man started bothering you? just some rando on the street?"
you didn’t respond, instead nodding as your lip quivered slightly. a million different scenarios rushed through his head, each one worse than the last before he settles on one he finds most important. "he touch you?"
you thought back, "just my shoulder.. he—he was drunk. had a drink in his other hand.."
his voice was taut as he ground out his next question, "what'd this guy look like?" he needed information on this man. now.
"i don’t know.. tried not to look at him. he was scary." you admitted.
gator let out a low curse, frustration and anger simmering just below the surface. his eyes flicked over to you for a brief moment, taking in your tear-streaked face. he didn't like seeing you this way—especially since it was because of some goddamn bastard. and even more so that you tried not to look at him because he was scaring you. "you gotta give me something more than that," he muttered gruffly.
you breathe a shaky inhale, "i—i don’t know.. he had a white shirt.. an—and a chain.."
gator listened to your description, his mind working through the vague details. "a plain white shirt?" he pressed, hoping for any kind of defining feature. after you nod, he motions to the path. "you mean that guy? walkin’ right there?"
your eyes widened slightly. just by gators expression you knew what he was thinking. "gator.. dont. there’s so need to do anything.. can you just drive me home?"
gator's shoulders tensed at your pleading tone. he knew you didn't want him to make a scene, but his protective instincts were flared up now. he couldn't just let some random dumbass get away with yelling in your face—not when you were pregnant, with his baby. "that jackass yelled at you. i ain’t just lettin' him get away with it."
you shook your head quickly, your face paling in realization. "n—no, don't do anything. please. i’m just being dramatic..."
his expression hardened "bullshit. you're not bein' dramatic." he said gruffly. "no one should be yellin' at you. especially not when you're pregnant. especially not some drunk fuckin stranger."
there’s a pause as he takes a breath, "i ain’t gonna hurt him bad, okay? just gimme a minute.." he didn't wait for you to respond. the second he saw the guy up close, his blood boiled and he slammed the car door shut. he didn’t even say anything at first—just walked right up to him. he was in his uniform too, the guy knew he was talking to a cop. "the hell you think you're doin'. yellin’ at a fuckin' pregnant woman like that?"
the guy looked up in surprise at the sound of gator's voice. he was clearly caught off guard, but he quickly attempted to play it cool. his gaze flicked down to gator's uniform, and a sneer appeared on his face. "what’re ya talking about man?"
he bristled at the guy's attitude, his expression hardening. "don't act dumb, jackass. i saw you yellin in the girl's face—a pregnant girl. what the hell did you say to her to get her so worked up, huh?"
the drunk bastard had the nerve to smirk at that, his beady eyes flickering with something between defiance and panic. "she was askin' for it," he slurred out, gesturing vaguely toward you in the truck. "just tryna make some conversation then the bitch started talkin’ back to me like some smartass. told her she can go an' fuck hersel—"
gator didn't let him finish.
his fist connected with the man’s jaw before he could even blink, sending him stumbling back into a parked car. "you got three fuckin seconds to scram the fuck off," he growled, voice low and dangerous, "or i swear to god, you ain't walkin' outta here on your own two feet."
the guy stumbled back, cradling his jaw as he stared up at gator in a mix of shock and fear. the police badge reminded him to not go further. "a—alright, man.. i'm goin'." he rasped out, starting to back away.
gators expression stayed hard as he watched the man retreat. he then turned on his heel and walked back to the truck. you just stared at him with slightly widened eyes, not sure wether to run, or to thank him. "c—can you take me home now? please?"
he wanted to say something—wanted to apologise for scaring you—but he didn't know how. "yeah," he muttered gruffly after a beat of silence, "i'll take ya home." he turned the key in the ignition and pulled back onto the road.
So I’m being really moody right now because of PMS, and I’d like something where the reader is also really moody, but I don’t know which would be better—I’d really like it if Steve put a bratty reader in her place with rough, sexy stuff, but I’d also like it if it were cute and caring. So maybe it could be some dom-sub rough sex, and then as “aftercare,” something cute and caring where and the girl falls asleep on his chest. (And it would be so good if the reader were that short and there was a little age gap between them, like 10 years max.) Actually, it could be Joe or Gator or Steve—whatever :)))
Bratty Moon
Gator Tillman x Reader
Summary: You’re deep in a vicious PMS mood, snappy, restless, and spoiling for a fight. Gator has zero clue what PMS even is and zero patience for your bratty attitude. When you push him too far, he decides to put you in your place the only way he knows how.
Word count: 1.1K
Warnings: NSFW, rough sex (unprotected p/v), dom Gator, dirty talk, spanking, manhandling, creampie, tiny bit of ass play if you squint
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The ranch was suffocating tonight. Every little sound grated on your nerves, the hum of the fridge, the creak of the floorboards, Gator’s boots scraping as he paced around the kitchen. PMS had you in its grip: your lower back throbbed, your tits were sore, and a restless, mean energy buzzed under your skin like a live wire. You wanted to bite, to push, to make someone else feel as shitty as you did.
You’d already snapped at Gator twice: once for chewing too loud on his chips, once for asking if you wanted a beer like it was the stupidest question in the world. Tonight, you were determined to test exactly how much he’d take.
“Jesus Christ, will you sit still?” he muttered, tossing the empty chip bag in the trash. “You’ve been twitchy as hell since you got here.”
You rolled your eyes from your spot on the sagging couch, tugging the hem of his oversized flannel down over your bare thighs. It dwarfed your smaller frame, the sleeves swallowing your hands. “Maybe I wouldn’t be if you stopped breathing so loud. Everything you do is annoying right now.”
Gator’s head snapped toward you, dark eyes narrowing and right now he looked like he was one second away from snapping. “The fuck is your problem tonight? You’ve been a mouthy little bitch ever since you walked in.”
The words should’ve stung. Instead they lit a fire low in your belly. You smirked, crossing your arms under your chest. “Maybe I am. What are you gonna do about it, Tillman? Arrest me?”
He stalked over, boots heavy on the hard wood floor. Towering above you, he planted one knee on the couch cushion beside your hip, caging you in. “Keep running that smart mouth and I will put you over my knee. I ain’t in the mood for your attitude.”
You tilted your chin up defiantly, even as heat flooded between your legs. “Try it. See what happens.”
Gator’s jaw clenched. He didn’t know shit about PMS, hadn’t even occurred to him that your mood might have a reason beyond “being a pain in the ass.” To him, you were just being a brat, and brats got handled.
In one swift motion he grabbed your wrist, yanking you up off the couch. “Bedroom. Now. And lose the attitude before I lose my temper.”
You stumbled after him, heart pounding, but you couldn’t stop pushing. “Or what? You gonna cry to your daddy about how your girlfriend’s being mean?”
He shoved the bedroom door open hard enough that it banged against the wall. The second it slammed shut behind you, Gator spun you around and slammed you back against it, his big hand wrapping around your throat not squeezing, just holding you there, reminding you who was bigger.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. His other hand shoved the flannel up roughly, exposing your bare cunt and sore tits. “No panties? You came over here dressed like this just to piss me off and get fucked, didn’t you?”
You gasped as his fingers immediately found your slick folds, parting them roughly. You were soaked, embarrassingly so, and he noticed.
“Goddamn. Look at this messy pussy. Acting like a spoiled brat but dripping down your thighs for it.” He pushed two thick fingers inside you without warning, curling them hard against your front wall. The stretch burned in the best way, his knuckles pressing deep.
“Gator—” you started, half moan, half protest.
“Shut up.” He pumped his fingers faster, thumb grinding mean circles over your swollen clit. “You’ve been begging for this all night with your little comments. Now you’re gonna take what I give you.”
He finger-fucked you mercilessly, the wet, obscene sounds filling the small room. Your knees buckled but he held you up by the throat and the relentless thrust of his hand. When your walls started fluttering, he ripped his fingers out, leaving you empty and whining.
“Not yet, brat.”
He manhandled you to the bed, stripping the flannel off you completely and shoving you face-down onto the mattress. You tried to push up but he planted a heavy hand between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest pinned while he yanked your hips up high.
“Ass up. Yeah, just like that. Arch that back.”
You heard his belt buckle, the zipper, then the heavy thud of his jeans hitting the floor. His cock slapped against your ass, thick, hot, already leaking. Gator was big and girthy enough that even when you were soaked it was a tight fit.
He dragged the fat head through your folds, teasing your entrance before slamming in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You cried out, the sudden fullness punching the air from your lungs. He didn’t pause. He started pounding into you hard and fast, hips snapping against your ass with loud, wet smacks.
“Fuck— so tight,” he grunted, gripping your hips hard enough to leave fingerprints. “This little pussy is choking my cock. All that attitude and you still open up so easy for me.”
Every thrust dragged along every sensitive inch inside you. The angle had him hitting that perfect spot over and over, making your toes curl and your eyes water. You pushed back against him, desperate and greedy, and he rewarded you with a sharp slap to your ass.
“Greedy little brat. Can’t even pretend you don’t love getting used like this.”
He reached around and rubbed your clit roughly, three fingers pressing hard while his cock split you open. The orgasm crashed over you without mercy. Your walls clamped down on him, pulsing, gushing around his shaft as you screamed into the mattress. He fucked you through it, hips never slowing, drawing it out until you were shaking and oversensitive.
Gator pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your back like you weighed nothing. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half, and drove back in even deeper. The new position made you feel every thick inch, every vein as he stretched you wide.
“Look at me,” he demanded, one hand pinning your wrists above your head. His face was flushed, hair messy, eyes dark with lust and lingering irritation. “You wanted rough? This rough enough for you?”
He fucked you in long, punishing strokes pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, grinding deep on every thrust so his pelvis rubbed your clit. Sweat slicked both your bodies. Your tits bounced with every impact, sore and sensitive, and when he leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth and bite it, you nearly came again from the sharp sting.
“Gator—fuck—too much—” you gasped, but your hips rolled up to meet him anyway.
“You can take it.” He switched to the other nipple, biting harder while his cock battered that spot inside you. “You’re gonna come on my dick again like the needy slut you are.”
He released your wrists to grab your ass with both hands, tilting your hips and driving into you at a brutal pace. The wet squelch of your pussy taking every inch filled the room, mixed with your broken moans and his low grunts. When he pressed his thumb against your asshole, just circling the tight ring while he fucked you, the added sensation sent you spiraling.
You came hard a second time, vision blurring, walls milking his cock in rhythmic spasms. Gator cursed, hips stuttering as he buried himself deep and came with a guttural groan, flooding your pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum.
For a moment he stayed there, buried inside you, both of you panting. Then he pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from your abused hole with dark satisfaction.
You expected him to roll away or make some asshole comment, but instead he surprised you. Gator collapsed beside you and hauled your smaller body against his chest without a word. His arms wrapped around you, one big hand stroking down your back in slow, soothing sweeps.
“You done being a pain in my ass?” he muttered, but his voice had lost its edge. He tucked your head under his chin, letting you curl up small against him. His skin was warm, heartbeat steady under your ear.
You nodded weakly, the fight draining out of you. “Yeah… sorry.”
He huffed a laugh, fingers threading through your hair. “Didn’t know what the hell was up with you tonight. Figured you were just being a brat on purpose.” His hand moved lower, rubbing gentle circles over your aching lower back. “Next time just say you need to get fucked stupid instead of picking fights.”
Despite everything, you smiled against his chest, already drifting. The cramps felt muted now, replaced by bone-deep exhaustion and the safe weight of his arms around you. Gator kept stroking your hair and back, surprisingly tender for someone who’d just railed you into the mattress.
“Sleep, baby,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I got you.”
You fell asleep like that, naked, sticky, wrapped around Gator’s larger frame, his steady breathing lulling you under while his hand continued its slow, comforting path along your spine.
summary: Days of petty vacation bickering take an unexpected turn when Steve accidentally walks in on you naked. Now you're icing him out entirely, and he would do anything for you to talk to him again... literally anything.
warnings: accidental nudity (no descriptions of reader's body apart from being afab), SMUT (+18), oral (f), fingering, soft dom! steve, p i v, unprotected sex.
words: 3.8k || masterlist
August finally rolls around, and with it? The long awaited time off work you managed to get.
But it wasn’t just the time off that exited you. You were now finally in the cabin near the lake you've rented with your friends to get out of town for a week.
So these were exciting times. Sunbathing in front of a lovely lake with your best friends. Playing volleyball, chicken, and dumb drinking games. Having sleepovers every night for a whole week. Tripping over big Nikes thrown in the middle of the kitchen floor... Wait what?
Yes. It wasn’t all fun and games the living-together situation. Who in their right mind takes off their shoes in the kitchen and just leaves them there? Well, from the size of the shoe and the fact that they're white and red Nikes... It’s easy to take a guess.
"Steve!" you scream, holding the Nikes in your hand.
"Yeah, sup?" he comes out of the bathroom.
"Why are your shoes in the middle of the kitchen floor?"
"Oh, sorry. I just took them off before I took a shower." he says, grabbing them.
"In the kitchen? And you just left them here?" you question.
"I said sorry!" he looks at you like you're crazy.
"You're leaving your entire wardrobe laying around the house instead of your own room!" you start. "Just yesterday you had two hoodies on the couch. Not one, two! And, oh look at that! They're still laying there!" you glance at the couch.
"Jeez! Sorry, mom!" he chuckles sarcastically.
"Oh, shut up!"
"Well, what about you taking over the bathroom?" he complains.
"What?" you ask, confused at the accusation.
"You're taking up 80% of the sink with your hair products, and make up, and body creams." he lists. "I can't even find a square inch to put down my toothbrush!"
"Hair products that you are also using! Don't think I didn't notice!" you respond.
"Oh, please! That’s so dumb." he rolls his eyes.
And unfortunately, it doesn't stop there. Even though these are things that could annoy anyone also living in this house, it only seems to fire you two up.
"You still haven't done the dishes?" Steve comes into the kitchen already seeking troubles.
"What?" you frown.
"It was your turn! Robin did them yesterday."
"I thought it was your turn! I did them two days ago already."
"No, I already cooked today. So it's your turn to do them." he argues.
"Well, I cooked yesterday. What does that have to do with anything?" you say back.
"I can do the dishes." Jonathan offers.
"Yeah, but it was the princess's turn to do them. But it seems she thinks she's too good for that!" he smiles sarcastically.
"No, but I do think you're way too obsessed with me." you say final, and walk away. Leaving Steve with the next sentence in his mouth.
"Can you believe her?" he asks Jonathan.
"Dude, it's not that big of a deal." he says and starts with the dishes.
But to be fair, Steve is not the only one acting crazy.
"Give me the blanket." you say once you can lie down on the couch to watch a movie with the group.
"What? No, I grabbed it first." Steve says.
"Well, I called dibs on the blanket earlier when we were picking the movie." you explain.
"That’s insane! You can't call dibs on a blanket!" he laughs.
"I already did and nobody complained, so give it to me."
"That’s true, she did." Robin agrees.
"I don't care. You didn't call dibs while I was present, so it doesn't count for me." he argues.
"Oh, now you're just making shit up." you complain.
"Can’t you just share the blanket?" Eddie steps in, tired of the stupid bickering.
"It's not as comfortable!" you insist.
"It's even more comfortable! You can also cuddle while you're at it!" Eddie claims. "Maybe that's best for everyone so you two quit fighting over everything."
"He wishes." you comment.
"No, you wish." Steve responds.
"You both wish! You're acting like toddlers tugging on each other's hair because you like each other!" Eddie shouts and Robin chuckles loudly.
"That’s so true!" she says.
But the big problem comes the day after. You were alone in the cabin while the rest of the group was down by the lake. The sun was setting and you went inside to take a shower now before everyone here starts making a line in front of the bathroom to do the same.
You had everything set in the bathroom. Underwear, pajamas, skin care, hair products. Everything but the towel, you had left it in your room.
You were already butt naked about to run the water when you noticed. But since everyone is still at the lake and you're alone in here, what's the issue?
So you opened the door and walked quickly towards your room, when suddenly-
"Oh, shit!" Steve freezes when he sees you like that. It takes him three whole seconds to take his hands to his eyes.
"WHA- DON'T LOOK!" you try to cover yourself but you have nothing. You run to grab the first shirt you find laying around... his, of course. But you grab it either way and cover yourself up. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
"I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D COME OUT NAKED!" he's still covering his eyes.
"I WAS ABOUT TO SHOWER BUT I FORGOT MY TOWEL!" you complain. "I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE HERE!"
"I JUST CAME TO GRAB THE CAMERA TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THE SUNSET!" he explains. "I SWEAR I'M NOT A CREEP!"
"GOD! JUST GET OUT!" you scream and he does so.
Not only did that leave you staring at the wall, still covering yourself with his shirt, when you should be taking your shower. But also, you couldn't even look at him that same night when everyone came back inside.
He saw you fully naked... not just half naked. Everything. And the fact that it has to be him out everyone here with you made it ten times worse.
If it were to be Robin or Nancy you'd just apologize and even laugh about it. Hell, even if it were Eddie or Jonathan it would be embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as it was with Steve fucking Harrington!
You've been arguing with him since you got here practically! You were at each other's throats all the time. It was humiliating.
So, no. For the next two days you don't even look at him, let alone speak. It’s not like he didn't apologize ten times more after the first one. He did.
"I'm so fucking sorry, okay? But it doesn't have to be a big deal. I swear I didn't tell anyone, and I barely even saw anything." he tries to comfort you.
But you know he's lying. He saw plenty. Three whole seconds actually.
"Come on, talk to me, scream at me, tell me I'm a fucking idiot." he insists, but no words leave your mouth still. You just leave the room like you didn’t listen.
But it's not like the rest of the group didn't notice something was wrong. The only one who knew was Robin, you told her that same night before going to sleep. She obviously tried to comfort you telling you it didn't have to be so embarrassing. And she even gave you the idea that maybe getting even would solve it. Maybe walking in on him in the shower would work. Kind of an "eye for an eye" situation. But you weren’t going to do that.
You didn't know what you were going to do, actually. You couldn’t ignore him forever, but maybe just enough time until you didn't blush at even the thought of it.
But the gang had a different opinion. Robin didn't snitch, but as I said, they're not stupid, they know for some reason you're not talking to him. So they decide to help by giving you privacy.
One afternoon you notice how empty the cabin is when you get back from a walk around the lake. You thought you were alone until you saw Steve coming down the stairs.
He freezes again for a second when he sees it's just the two of you here.
"Hey," he tries again. "I think they went for a hike."
You just nod slightly, letting him know you heard him, but still didn't feel like hanging out with him.
"Honey, I'm sorry. I don’t know how to keep apologizing. And I don’t entirely know what's the problem because you won't even look at me." he explains. "Please, just give me a hint."
"If I look at you, I’m reminded of why I want to pack my bags and take the next bus home." you finally say to him.
"But why? It was an accident, I didn't plan it like some freak." he explains for the millionth time.
"But you saw." you explain. "You stood there, Steve. For three whole seconds just looking at me, bare. I feel so exposed around you."
"Can you look at me?" he asks and you finally do. "I froze because my brain short-circuited. I walked inside the cabin and you just... took the air right out of my lungs."
You stay looking at him, listening. He's talking like he's admitting, confessing to something.
"I didn't mean to disrespect you, I am sorry." he continues. "But if you're embarrassed around me because of what I saw... then that's just stupid."
You frown, still listening but ready to get offended if he's not careful.
"You should feel embarrassed at all for the body you have. You are stunning. There's not a single bad thought about what I saw when I saw you. I'm just blown away by how beautiful you looked."
"Steve, It's fine-" he cuts you off.
"Don't tell me I'm just saying things to make you feel better. I'm telling the truth. I just saw how gorgeous and sexy you are and that’s all I can think about now. For two days straight, the only thing running through my brain is the image of your beautiful body." he says, almost whispering. "And I'm really sorry for embarrassing you, but you shouldn't be!"
You stay silent, not expecting this confession at all.
"And this is hell, to be honest too. Because at the same time, you're not speaking to me. You won't even look at me when the only thing on my mind is just you."
"You're not just saying things?" you double-check.
"I almost cut my finger off earlier when I was chopping the onions because I had my mind on you." he chuckles, showing you the bandaid on his finger as proof.
You laugh softly. "What were you thinking about exactly?" you ask, ever so innocently.
"I don't wanna say." he smiles, looking down. Shy all of the sudden.
"Come on. You have to now." you smile too.
"You are gonna think I'm a creep." he insists.
"Try me." you shrug.
"I was thinking about how soft your skin must feel." he admits. "Your chest, stomach... thighs."
Your breath hitches. And as he says the word 'thighs' you suddenly feel the need to rub them together. "What else?"
"It only gets worse from here." he warns you. "I can't quite leave the image of your tits off my head."
"Steve!" you close your eyes and cover your face at his words.
"I'm sorry, I just- it's true... they're even better than what I imagined."
"You... what?" you laugh.
"I've wanted you for months. Even more now that I see you every second of the day." he confesses. "And I may or may not have... imagined what's under the swimsuits you've been wearing."
"These are some... serious confessions." you say.
"They're not really helping my case of me not being a creep, are they?" he realizes.
"I know you didn't do it on purpose. You couldn’t have known I'd come out naked to look for my towel... Right?" you smirk.
"Right, obviously!" he nods.
"You know, um... Robin gave me the idea that, maybe, if I saw you naked I'd stop feeling so embarrassed."
"Did she now?" he smiles. "Is that something you wanna try?"
"... Maybe." you shrug again.
Without another word, he takes off his shirt first, showing his glorious chest and arms that you've already been eyeing way too much when he’s in his truck suits. Then comes off the sneakers and the pants. He looks over at you to check you still want this before lowering his boxers until they reach the ground.
And there he stands. A naked Steve in all his glory. And boy, does it help your case. He's... there's no way to put it lightly, big. Probably the biggest you've seen.
You've heard the rumours. You were friends with some girls who hooked up with him in high-school. Also, Nancy has told you how difficult and painful her first time was... you just had to do the math.
But this was more than you expected. He even looks pretty too. As well as the rest of his body that just seems like a museum sculpture in the flesh.
"You can say something..." he reminds you with a smile.
"It's not very comfortable, is it?" you chuckle and he nods. "This is just not fair, you look like a model." you say, smirking.
"Not fair?" he frowns. "You literally have the body I couldn't get out of my head for two days now."
"I think we could do something about that." you comment.
"And what could that be? Care to share?" he smiles.
"I can show you better than I can tell you." you say, and you start walking upstairs as you take your clothes off slowly.
Steve almost trips over his own clothes on the floor as he hurries after you.
When he reaches the room, he sees you standing bare in front of him once again. But this time, you're not trying to cover or hide yourself. You stand looking at him, waiting for him to walk over to you.
And he does so, only two big steps and his hands are on your waist. He pulls you closer slowly, your hands go to his chest.
"You sure you want to do this?" he murmurs.
"I think we've waited long enough. Drove each other pretty crazy already." you smirk.
"Yeah, you do drive me crazy." he whispers and finally leans in to kiss you.
Your hands go up to his hair and pull him closer. Just by a kiss you can already feel yourself getting more wet.
It's no coincidence, he is a great kisser. His tongue moves slowly against your lips and against your own tongue. One of his hands grabs your jaw to deepen the kiss.
It's a rather sweet and slow kiss, in contrast to you two standing bare naked already. But something about that tells you he's going to take his time with you tonight. And you already can't wait.
He walks you both towards the bed until you fall onto it. He takes another second to just stare at you like that, and then moves to kneel on the bed in front of you.
He starts kissing you everywhere, from your neck, down to your stomach, taking his sweet time with every new inch of skin.
"You're so beautiful." he murmurs. "Open these legs for me."
"You don't have to-" you tried to tell him you were wet enough already, but he interrupts.
"I fucking want to." he looks at your pussy, nothing else. Firstly, he opens it up with his fingers. He teases your clit just lightly, to make you squirm.
He leans over and plants kisses there, some licks just to mess with you. You go to grab his hair, move it away from his face. He looks at your eyes as you're looking at him, and he dives in. He sucks and then licks it over, alternating between those two.
His fingers also start teasing. His other hand grabs your thigh harder and harder and opens you up more.
He spits on your clit and then licks firmly. Your moans only working for him to work more fiercely.
"Such a sweet pussy." he murmurs almost against your skin. "This all for me? So wet for me?"
"Yes, Steve. For you." you nod and keep tugging on his hair.
"So pretty, and-" one big kiss. "mine, right?" another kiss. His eyes locked on your.
"Yours, baby." you nod again.
His fingers that were teasing your entrance finally start pushing in. You moan louder once he finds that one spot and curls his fingers towards it.
The combination of those thrusts inside you, right where you needed them, plus his mouth doing everything but stopping on your clit, is making a tight knot on your stomach.
"Don't stop." you exhale. He wasn't planning on stopping either way, but he takes that as fuel to move faster.
"God! Steve!" Your screams work like warning bells to let him know you're about to come, and he wants nothing more.
A strong feeling washes over you, hitting you like a wave in the sea. He still moves only to stimulate you more and drag it out. He loves the way your breath got messier and your hands grabbed him with all their force. He then moves back to let you catch your breath.
"Good girl." he praises you and keeps caressing your legs. After a minute, he speaks again to check on you. "You wanna keep going? Wanna go to sleep?"
"No, we can keep going." you shake your head.
"Alright. Stay like this, but wrap your legs around me." he guides you. Then grabs his big and now almost red cock and lines it with your entrance. "Tell me if it hurts."
"Keep going." you nod to let him know you'll be just fine.
He pushes in, first his red tip inside you, then keeps pushing until he's halfway in. He waits a second and starts thrusting back and forth, letting you get used to that. And with each thrust he lets just a little more in each time.
"That’s almost all of it. Think you can take it, pretty girl?" he teases you.
It's a new stretch that definitely feels different, but it feels so good at the same time. You know the pleasure will beat the pain in no time. "Yes, more."
"Atta girl." he praises you and pushes all of it in. He lets a loud moan out at the feeling of your tight walls wrapping around him completely. "Feels so good, insanely good."
"You're so big, Steve." you moan, what's the harm in stroking his ego while you're at it?
He keeps thrusting in and out at a steady pace, still slow to let you get used to it.
Then a few minutes later, he grabs your legs to pull them higher on his waist and starts going faster and faster.
"Oh, yes!" you let out as you hug him, pulling his body closer.
"You like that? How does my cock feel inside this sweet pussy?" he murmurs. His mouth goes to your neck while one hand is on the bed to keep himself from crushing you, and the other grips on your thigh almost definitely leaving marks.
"So good, Steve. The best."
"Yeah? That's right. Fucking made for my cock."
You don't know nor care if you're still alone in the cabin. Your friends could already be back for wherever it was they went to. And if they were, they would probably be able to hear you two. But that thought didn't even cross your mind right now. The only important thing was the feeling of Steve on top and inside of you.
He puts one of your legs on his shoulder and thrusts slower, this feels so much deeper he wants to feel every second of it. Your moans get higher and pitchier, letting him know it is definitely working wonders for you too.
He enjoys seeing you like this, totally ruined on his cock while he moves how he wants. You look beautiful and fucked out.
His thumb travels up to your mouth and you suck on it. This shouldn't make his cock twitch like it does, but he almost has to take a second to calm down.
With a pop, it leaves your mouth and attacks your puffy clit again. Not roughly, quite the opposite actually. A high contrast to his thrusts that are now going hard again.
One of your hands lets go of the sheets to grip on his arm, putting your nails into the skin. "Too much." you whine.
"Oh, it's too much?" he mocks you. "Poor baby, too bad you're just gonna have to take it."
"Fuck, Steve!"
"You're being so good at taking it, you can do it." The back and forth of his praises and mocks are making you feel dizzy in the best way.
"I'm gonna come." you moan, still digging your nails into his arm, but the movements of his thumb don't seem to miss even a little bit.
"Gonna come on my cock and make a mess?" he moves even faster. Talking to you like this, and knowing it's working for you too makes him feel just as close. "That’s it, come around me. Come on, baby, I want it."
"Steve, oh my god." broken moans that almost sound like cries leave your mouth. You arch back and let yourself be taken away by the pleasure once more.
"Yeah, yeah, just like that. Look how fucking pretty you look coming for me." he whines as well now. He was holding it until you finished first, and now seeing you come undone because of him is enough to drive a man crazy. "Where, baby? Where do you want it?"
"Inside, all inside." you pull him closer and he lets out big and loud breaths mixed with moans as he paints your walls.
His arms give up and he just lets himself rest on top of you. Careful not to hurt you, but definitely crushing you a little with his weight.
You both wait like that for your breaths to even out. A couple of minutes later, his face is nuzzling into your neck.
"You're fucking perfect." he smiles.
"So clingy." your turn to mock him now.
"Yeah, and you'll have to get used to it." he jokes.
"I can live with that."
"You sure? I'm gonna leave my clothes all around the house." he reminds you.
"Yeah, well, I'm gonna fill your bathroom with my things... and your bedroom." you add.
"Sounds great." he whispers.
"The clothes aren't so bad. But finders keepers." you warn him.
Summary: In which you’re Nick’s best friend, and he brings you to Gabi’s birthday party. By the end of the night, you find your place in a new crowd—and catch the eye of someone special.
CW: pure fluff that's all.
You always heard how being in LA was so glamorous, a real place made of dreams. But for you? It was a place of pure confusion. The city was a continuous cycle of neon lights, palm trees, and people trying to just make it big. All you saw was a city moving way too fast for you sometimes, and it was a struggle.
You really did miss your old life. You missed the comfort of a small town, people who knew you at heart, and how every barista knew exactly how you liked your coffee. In LA, you felt small, almost invisible, swallowed up by the number of people. This wasn’t a small town, and you weren’t even sure how to begin making friends or even making a name for yourself.
Then something amazing happened: Nick Sturniolo walked into your life, and you were saved. Or so you claimed every day when you were with him.
You remember it like it was yesterday. A random Tuesday morning, you were exhausted from unpacking all of your things, so you decided to visit a coffee shop not too far from where you live. When you walked in, the line was long, but the smell of caffeine kept you there. The guy in front of you seemed super happy to be there, so you looked up. He was ordering three different drinks and some kind of pastry. Why he needed that much coffee was beyond you, but hey, it’s LA so anything is possible. He must have felt you staring because he turned around, looking at you before turning to the cashier and paying.
When he was done, he stepped to the side, let you order, and then grinned. “I’m going to say this is your first time in LA?” he asked.
“How can you tell?” You asked softly.
Nick just laughed and shrugged. “You didn’t really recognize me. And you look like you’re petrified.”
You blushed and laughed softly. He then followed you to a table, and you both sat and talked for what felt like forever. He gave multiple tips on making a name for yourself, who to avoid, who to be friends with, and the best way to avoid the horrible traffic in downtown.
It was pretty much everything you needed. Nick was the whirlwind of endless friendship and charm. By the time you were ready to leave, you had exchanged phone numbers, and he made you promise to text him, because now you were, in his own words, “besties”. A few hours later, you texted him, and he sent you a list of the best places to eat at and an invite to his trivia night. That was the friendship that started everything you knew and hoped for.
Over the following months, Nick became your rock. LA didn’t seem so scary when he was around; it seemed almost calm and manageable. You two went to different restaurants, different events, and even found time to just be normal friends and swim at your place on weekends. Nick held so many stories about everything and everyone. It made you wonder whether he actually slept or was just constantly out, given how many people he truly knew.
There was always something you wondered about: his family. Specifically his brothers, Matt and Chris. You heard stories about them, but there was never a time when you could meet them. The triplets were inseparable, or so you had heard from others you talked to. And you did see glimpses of that when they posted TikToks or Instagram posts, especially in their YouTube videos. That was the only time you saw Chris and Matt, but you really wanted to meet them in person because they were two-thirds of your best friend. It really was important to you.
Then you finally had the chance to do exactly that when Nick invited you to Gabi’s birthday party.
“[Y/N]. You have to come. You know Gabi, and plus you can actually meet my brothers. Please.” Nick begged, giving you his best puppy-dog eyes.
You sigh, “Fine. But you know how I am with a ton of people I don’t know.”
Nick promised that everyone would love you once they met you. He even promised to stay with you until you felt comfortable enough to be alone with the others.
You spent the days leading up to the trip stressing over what to pack and wear. You wanted to show them all that you belonged with their crowd. Standing out was the last thing you wanted. When the day came to head to the house, you decided on jean shorts and a white lace halter top. It was stylish and cute without being over the top. You felt confident in it, and you thought it would show the other girls that LA was a place where you could belong.
When you arrived at the house, it was already alive. Laughter and music filled the air around it. The backyard was set up with balloons and lights. The pool was beautiful, shimmering under the warm sun. As you wandered into the house, you could smell the food, as if something were being grilled or cooked to perfection.
You had only made it about five feet before a group of girls came over, smiling widely. Gabi squealed and hugged you tightly, happy to see you again. She looked absolutely beautiful, as always. Grace had a kind smile, but her humor was sharp and playful, and that alone made you feel less anxious. Sofia had such a contagious laugh, and the way she looked at you while talking and engaged with you so easily made it feel like you had known her forever. Rainbow kindly offered you a drink and excitedly told you that you’d be sharing a room with her. She called it a mega sleepover. It made you smile.
“I’m so glad you came! I missed you so much!” Gabi said, linking her arm through yours as you walked towards the chairs by the pool.
“Gabi hasn’t stopped talking about you. She said Nick has the best new friend and that we were going to love you.” Grace said, smiling as she sat on the other side of you.
I grabbed the drink that Rainbow got for me, and all of us sat in a sort of circle over the few chairs we had. The girls asked me questions about everything. From how I felt about moving to LA to how I have managed my life here so far. Opening up to them was easier than I thought it would be. I shared stories that I hadn’t shared in months.
Grace told stories about her and Blake, which made most of us laugh at how goofy they are. Sofia was sharing what it was like to live in LA and to be an influencer without it getting overwhelming. Rainbow told me if I ever really wanted to make a name for myself, she could maybe pull some strings and get me a guest appearance on some show she is on. Gabi just sat there, smiling at me, assessing how well I was fitting in and how comfortable I was becoming.
Nick came over like he promised and smiled. “Everything okay? Just checking on my bestie.”
I smiled and nodded. “I think I’m just fine. Thank you, Nick.”
Nick squeezed your shoulder, walked back over to a group of boys, and started talking again. You were so grateful that he checked on you.
You finally realized it was getting dark out. You were so into talking with the girls that time just slipped away. The air got slightly cooler, like it normally does in California. The mood of the party was starting to wind down, and you realized Sofia wasn’t going to have that happen. She ran off and grabbed a karaoke machine. All the girls cheered and ran over. Before you knew it, everyone was crowding the area, and the karaoke party was just starting.
As soon as you walked up, you saw Nick and two other boys grab the mics. You knew it was Matt and Chris; it wasn’t hard to tell since they all looked the same. You watched them whisper to each other quickly, debating on a song to pick. Chris or Matt? You weren’t sure which one suggested a song and the other two smacked him upside the head. Nick then whispered something, and the other two rolled their eyes. Finally, the last boy whispered a song, and you watched as Nick and the other one nodded fast and smiled widely.
You giggled as soon as you heard the opening notes of “Since U Been Gone”. They were all trying to be serious. That didn’t last. Nick started to dance silly, and the other two somehow began screaming into the mics instead of actually singing it. But the one with the tattoos next to Nick? Even though he was acting like a fool, you two would occasionally make eye contact. You felt your heart skipping a beat.
Grace came over and whispered in your ear teasingly. “Oh, it seems like somebody has caught the eye of Matt.”
You blushed, your eyes briefly leaving Matt to look at Grace before going right back to him.
“He’s cute. I’m not afraid to admit that.” You spoke confidently.
Grace laughed and playfully bumped me. “He’s also very single. Just putting that out there.”
At that moment, all three boys started pointing to follow along with part of the song, and you could’ve sworn that Matt pointed right at you, sending goosebumps all over your skin.
Once the song finished, Nick put his mic on the table and came over to you. “Ok! Time to meet Matt and Chris!”
Before you could respond, he grabbed your arm and dragged you with him. You both stopped right in front of his brothers, and you were silent, suddenly shy. Chris smiled softly, and Matt just looked you up and down.
“So I’m guessing that you’re [Y/N]?” Chris joked. “Nick hasn’t stopped telling us how great you are and that we just have to meet you.”
You looked at Nick, then back to Chris and shrugged. “I guess? I just am here. Love a good Yelp review from Nick though.”
Chris laughed and then hugged you. “Well, it’s great to meet you finally.”
Matt was still just standing there, his eyes never leaving you. It made you almost uncomfortable. You looked around nervously.
“Nick didn’t mention that you were cute.” Matt blurted before going red. “Oh fuck. Uh. I mean—”
You smiled and could tell he was panicking. You squeezed his arm. “Thank you. I appreciate the compliment. It’s nice to meet you too.” At your words, Matt instantly relaxed and smiled.
The four of you found a rhythm of talking for what felt like hours, just enjoying the company and learning more about your best friend’s brothers. Chris was clearly the more energetic one, with no filter to his words most of the time, but Matt’s humor was sarcastic and quick-witted. He carried himself as someone more private and reserved, someone who made you curious to know more.
Sofia came over and was passing out birthday cupcakes, insisting that the birthday girl said we had to eat one. As you calmly ate the cupcake, you watched Sofia go up to Chris and smash it right into his face, saying something about payback for the prank he pulled on her earlier. You all laughed, and Matt pulled out his phone to take a quick picture of his red face with frosting all over it.
“That is so going to be held as blackmail.” Matt smiled.
“What the fuck? Matt, you better not post that.” Chris tried to shove his cupcake in Matt’s face, but he easily dodged him.
You slowly move closer to Nick as you both ate your cupcakes. You looked at him and asked, “Are they always like this?”
Nick laughed and nodded. “Sometimes they are even worse.”
The party eventually started to thin out. Some went to bed from going hard all day, others trying to sing one last song, and some headed to the kitchen to eat more food and soak up all the alcohol that was consumed. You were slowly walking towards the pool, where Matt was sitting with his feet in the water. Sitting down slowly next to him, you put your feet into the water. The moon cast a beautiful glow across his face.
The silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. In fact, this was the most comfortable you had felt all day. You just listened to the laughter and singing happening behind you both, enjoying the white noise. Matt was fixed on moving the water with his legs, occasionally pausing to look at you before quickly looking away.
“Nick has said nothing but really great things about you.” He whispered. “It made me really nervous to meet you.”
You looked at him, shocked, then smiled softly. “Honestly? I was nervous too. You are a big deal, well, according to Nick. I wanted to make sure that I didn’t make a fool of myself.”
He snorted and shook his head. “Nick is full of it. We are just three boys from Boston. But I’m glad he holds us to high standards.”
The conversation took off from there—weird things he witnessed in LA, his favorite childhood memory, and how being at the beach at night was the most therapeutic thing ever. Matt shared what it was like to be a triplet and with them, how there were lots of sleepless nights filled with laughter and pranks that drove their parents insane. You shared stories of your small town, how summers were different, and how there wasn’t much privacy because everyone knew everyone and everything.
At some point, Rainbow walked over and joined us. She asked why, out of all the songs to pick, they chose Kelly Clarkson. Soon, Sofia and Grace joined as well. We were all laughing as they told a story. It was about a concert that went wrong for them. Matt shared a story about their last tour and how stressful it was when they weren’t having fun. The stories weaved in and out of seriousness.
Gabi finally came over and dragged us all away from the pool, demanding that we all take a group picture before anyone went to bed. Tiny party hats were handed out, and we all posed with silly faces. Then just the girls took a picture, and we were all smiling. When you looked over, you noticed that Matt was taking a picture as well, a small smile on his face before he noticed you staring and then quickly looked away.
Afterward, when most people left, you were sitting on a lounge chair and looking at the stars. Matt walked over and sat quietly next to you. Finally, he spoke up, “Hey… Uh, would you like to maybe hang out sometime? Just us?”
Your heart started to beat fast. “I’d really like that.”
His face relaxed, and a smile went across his face. “Cool. There’s a bowling alley that’s really fun. Or we can go do mini golf. Whatever you’d like to do, really.”
You giggled, “It sounds like a plan. Here, give me your phone. I’ll put my number in it.”
You quietly put your number into his phone. When you went to hand it back, he gently grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. “I meant it earlier.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What did you mean?”
Matt blushed, but kept holding your hand. “I think you’re beautiful.”
The words put a warm feeling into your stomach. “Thank you, Matt.”
He gave a soft nod, let go of your hand, and stood up. “Goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You sat there in shock. You went from knowing only Gabi and Nick at this party to suddenly making friends with all the girls and getting Matt’s number. Nick walked over and sat next to you.
“You look oddly happy.” He smiled.
You smiled back and whispered, “Thank you for bringing me. Really.”
Nick laughed and hugged you tightly. “I told you that you’d fit right in.”
The next morning, you had to leave for an event you had agreed to attend. Once you said goodbye to everyone, you drove home and smiled the whole way. As you were driving, you felt your phone vibrate. When you reached a point where you could stop, you pulled out your phone. There were three messages.
Nick: Ok, I don’t know what witchcraft you did to Matt, but he looks so lost without you here now.
Gabi: (sent the group picture) So… You and Matt are cute. Look at you two right next to each other.
Matt: I am really glad I met you last night. I can’t wait to see you again.
You smiled and put your phone away as you continued driving back to your place. But your mind was on a certain blue-eyed boy who captivated you the minute he started to sing poorly. You were sure Nick would have a lot of questions, but for now you were okay with this just being yours. Life felt good for once, like LA could truly be the start of everything for you.
M yaps: I thought of this idea back when the party happened, and just ran with it. I love me some good fluff.
Dry humping Steve BUT YOU SHOUODNT BE DOING IT CUS ITS YOUR BEST FTJENDS BOYRIEND AGHHHHHHHHHHH
My bby Steve doesn't cheat 😤
"This is a mistake" You moaned into Steves mouth softly, His hands holding onto the fabric of your shorts against your hips. Lips messily crashing into yours as his hands guided your movements against his lap, The outline of his cock perfectly hitting against you as you ground down on him.
"Mmm" Steve groaned into your mouth just to give you an answer, Mind anywhere but the fact he had a girlfriend right now. Let alone the fact that his girlfriend was your best friend of over ten years, You dont know how you managed to fall into this situation with him but you couldn't stop even if you wanted to.
The cotton of your shorts dragging against the rough denim of his jeans felt amazing against you, Back arching as Steves tongue explored the inside of your mouth.
"Off" He groaned into your mouth as his fingers moved to the waist band of your shorts, Fumbling messily to pull them down. Lifting yourself up slightly off his lap allowing his access to pull them off.
You dragged yourself against him once again, Crying out at how much better it feels with one less barrier between you both.
"You like that?" Steve asked as his mouth fell to your neck, Pressing hot open mouth kisses against the skin as you continue to rock against him. Coil in your stomach threatening to break at any moment.
"God, Yes" You moan softly and Steves pulling away from your neck to look at you, Hand at the back of your head pulling you back towards him into a kiss. The slight salty taste on his lips from the sweat that had built up on your neck from being stuck in the dingy basement of family video with him for the last thirty minutes, Getting closer and closer to break time being over and this fantasy ending.
"Want more?" Steve asked as he rolled his hips up into you, The pressure of his rock hard cock against you made you feel dizzy. You nod frantically, All thoughts of how wrong this was leaving your mind as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth making you whimper.
Steve pushed on your hips signalling to you to lift up, Quickly undoing the button of his jeans as his chest heaved. Eyes flicking to yours every so often as he pulled them down slightly.
You looked down at him, you could see the outline of his cock through the tight fitting briefs, Small wet patch that matched your own.
"Cmere baby" Steve all but moaned as he held onto your wrist pulling you back onto his lap, Hissing at the feeling of the warmth from you as you pressed down against him. Hips rolling perfectly letting you feel every ridge of him, Steves head fell back against the sofa, eyes closed, mouth hanging slightly open as his tongue brushed against his lower lip.
"Fuck, Steve" You cried out as his hips start matching the same rhythm as yours, Letting your head fall to rest against his chest as you press kisses sloppily onto his skin.
"I know" Steve groaned as his fingers dug into the skin of your hips, Slipping under the cotton of your underwear like he was fighting with himself not to pull them down, Give in and let you have exactly what you wanted. What you both wanted, But he wouldn't. Because that would be cheating and Steve doesn't cheat.
Summary: Getting kidnapped was not part of your plan. Truthfully you’re not fully shocked though. And at least you have a cute guard watching your every move.
Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, 18+, dark, kidnapping, smut (unprotected, p/v, oral), mentions of drugs, guns, blood, abuse (not from Gator), murder, mentions of starvation, Stockholm syndrome elements, each part gets darker as the story goes on
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You woke up on a cot in a shed. Having a feeling why you were here. Even though you did everything right to protect yourself before going to bed. Setting the alarm and locking every door and window. Someone still got you. All for him. They didn’t know that he doesn’t care about you though. Your father. He was nothing to you. Your whole childhood was not safe because he put you and your mom in dangerous situations.
So when you grew up. You cut him off. Didn’t want to be part of his dumb decisions anymore. It worked for a while. Apparently that’s not happening anymore.
The door to the shed opened up. A group of men walked in. Here we go, you thought. You’ll get confirmation that this is all because of your father.
“Good morning.” An older guy spoke with a cowboy hat on. You could tell he was the leader. You kept your mouth shut. You may be smart and know what’s going on but that didn’t mean you weren’t scared. “Ivy, right?” He started moving closer. Even though you already had your knees to your chest, you moved them closer. He seen this. “Daughter of Andrew. You know he’s in a lot of trouble. Doesn’t seem to want to get into contact with us. That’s an issue. Maybe he will now.”
There it was. Yup, it’s all your father’s fault. “He won’t.” You say meekly.
“We’ll see about that.” The man states. “You don’t seem too surprised by these circumstances.” Still silent, you look to the ground. “Name’s Roy. Next time I come back. I expect answers from you. I hate having to ask more than I need to. But I’ll give you a minute to adjust.” He turns around to leave.
One guy lingers behind. Younger than the rest of the men that were here. He looks to be in his mid to late twenties just like you. He has slicked back hair and a sheriff uniform on. “I suggest you actually answer next time. Be better for all of us.” With that, he leaves and shuts the door.
Knowing you now have a moment to yourself, you let the tears fall. Not knowing what was going to happen next. Not even knowing if you’d be able to get out of this.
Hours went by and the sun has already set. There was a cuff attached to your ankle and the long chain attached to the floor in the middle of the room. You heard footsteps right outside and the door opening. It was the younger man again.
“Here.” He tossed you a water bottle and a sandwich bag to you with a sandwich. You didn’t even try to catch it. Not fully trusting it you just left it lay by you. “It’s not poisoned.” It’s like he read your mind. You still just kept quiet. You knew there was worse coming most likely. They just wanted to trick you into making you think you’re okay. Even though they kidnapped you. The man just stared at you. He let out a breath obviously over this. “Fine. Be a bitch and don’t eat. Starve. What do I care?” He turned around a left you alone again. You just wanted this to be over.
At some point you fell asleep. The sound of the door opening woke you. “Rise and shine Ivy.” Roy’s loud voice boomed. “I see you weren’t grateful with the dinner we provided you.” He looked the sandwich still untouched. You did take a few sips of the water. “We need to know where your dad is.”
“I don’t know.” You said truthfully.
“Ivy. You’re his kid. You know and you need to stop protecting him.”
“I don’t know where he is. I haven’t talked to him in years.” You finally looked at Roy in the eyes. Praying he would believe you.
“That’s not good enough for me. You must know something.”
“I don’t. Taking me is a waste of your time. I want nothing to do with that man and trust me. He doesn’t want anything to do with me.”
“I’m sick of you lying to my face. Tell me the truth!” Roy started raising his voice.
“Dad.” The younger boy whispered. Interesting. So they’re related.
“You can look into it. Right? I mean you found me. You have police on your side.” You looked at his son. “You could probably find out my past. I left once I was eighteen. Ran into issues before then. I didn’t want to be by him anymore. Or involved with his petty bullshit. Look into it. I’m sure it’s somewhere.” Roy’s anger was all over his face. He wasn’t happy with your answer.
“Gator. Watch her. That’s your job now.” He turned to his son and then left with the rest of the men. Gator hung back.
“I don’t get why you can’t just tell him where your dad is. Since you don’t even like the man supposedly.” Gator angrily spat at you. He looked at you.
“Why does everyone assume I’m lying?” You exasperated tilting your head back.
There was a beat of silence. “Are you ever going to eat?” He asks changing the subject.
“Does it matter if I do?”
“This is exhausting. Can’t believe I gotta deal with this.” He mumbles. Clearly irritated with his new job.
“This whole thing’s exhausting.” You stare at him. He looks to the door like he wants to leave but is fighting with himself to stay.
A week goes by. You’ve finally eat the stupid sandwich. You’ve barely gotten any food after that. You and Gator mainly just sit in silence. Being bored you’ve tried to ask him questions. Whether about himself or just any type of thing. Big and small questions. Something to past the time. He only actually answered maybe three of them. But most of the time his answers weren’t even answers. He’d just tell you to stop or that they ask the questions and you don’t.
“So then ask me a question.” Sick of him saying that but never asking anything. Only time questions were asked was when Roy came in. Then Gator asking the same thing after his dad left.
Hesitating, he finally asked “Why you hate your dad?”
“He’s a dumbass.” You stared blankly.
“I need more than that.” He shot back.
“Only if you answer some of my questions.” He doesn’t answer. You answer him anyways. “He’s always been in trouble since I remember. Whether it’s drugs, money, guns. Didn’t matter. There was always something happening. I remember always being scared for my life. And theirs. My parents. It was always because of my father. What really did it. The hatred. My mom got killed. Because of him. I don’t even think he cared that much. Too drunk and high.” Tears weld up in your eyes. You stopped yourself from continuing. That was enough for now.
You looked up and seen Gator looking at you. When your eyes met, he quickly looked down. You think you saw them a bit watery. “I’m sorry.” Gator quietly answered. Silence filled the air. There was nothing more to be said about it.
“I’ll try to get you more food tonight.” Gator stood up and started heading to the door. You weren’t certain for sure but you think something shifted between you two.
Another few days went by. You desperately wanted a shower. “Gator please! Can I just do some form of a shower. I’ll settle for a sponge bath or something. Anything!” You pleaded to the man. When you thought about it, you realized it was going to be that time of month. Just thinking about it made you realize you could start to feel it. You thought it was just the starvation. You got food every couple of days. “Also I’m going to need something.” He looked at you confused. “I need some type of feminine product. Like soon.” This was the first time you seen him a bit horrified. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. “Please Gator. I’m not trying to pull shit and escape.”
“Just stay here.” He left. He was definitely grossed out. Spending most of your time with Gator made you feel like you were getting closer with him.
He came back about twenty minutes later with a female. “Karen will help you.” He moved to the wall so you two could talk. This must be his stepmom. He did tell you about her, but not much. That was when you found out he also had half twin sisters. You asked him what he’d think about someone kidnapping them. He told you that wouldn’t happen because they’d protect them. They wouldn’t be like your useless father and let something happen.
“God. You do stink. Don’t know how you deal with that.” She looked at both you and Gator. She wasn’t happy being dragged into this. “Alright. Tell me what you use and I’ll get it for ya.” You gave her your preferred method of dealing with your period but told her anything was fine. Being kidnapped, you knew you couldn’t be picky.
She turned to Gator. “I’ll clean out the downstairs bathroom and I’ll let you know when it’s ready so she can use it.” She left after that and you were grateful you’d be showering soon.
You stood in the bathroom. Basically everything was taken out except the essentials. Gator told you that you have five minutes and closed the door. You cried again with the shower pouring on you. It hit you at random times that this was your life now. You started washing up. While in the middle of rinsing your hair the door slammed open.
“Time’s up.” Gator announced.
“I’m not done. Can I at least get the shampoo out?” You continue running the water over your head. You don’t know why but you felt okay talking back to Gator or asking him questions. Gator just stood there. He didn’t want to just grab you and drag you out so he waited. You stepped out of the shower.
Gator’s eyes on yours he handed you clothes. “Put these on. Hurry up.” He turned around but didn’t leave.
Back in the shed and chained up again, you felt better. Maybe not about the whole situation and everything happening but at least you felt clean.
Gator walked into the shed the next morning. “I got something for you.” You sat up curious. He handed you a deck of cards. Your face lit up. Considering you been having nothing to do this whole time, the cards were a miracle sent to you. You started thinking of all the games you could play.
“Thank you!” You exclaimed. “You wanna play something?” You asked excitedly. Gator was taken aback. He wasn’t expecting you to ask him to join. He realized he had nothing to do besides watch you so he agreed.
That week flew by because of some cards. It was something to finally do. You and Gator played all different games. You found out he was a sore loser. Gator started letting his walls down around you. You’ve actually seen him smile and laugh. Something you found he didn’t do around Roy.
Any time Roy came in, it seemed Gator was on guard. A different person. Roy still didn’t like that you had nothing to do with your father. He didn’t like that they couldn’t find him. Kept telling you that you were staying here until they did.
A month and a half of being kept in a shed, you were plagued with nightmares. You sat up straight in bed waking up from one. It was dark outside. Trying to catch your breath and not cry you look to your left and scream. Gator was sitting there.
“Sorry. Shh. Please. Sorry.” He apologized.
“Gator what the fuck?” You practically yell.
“I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d check on ya. You were stirring a lot. Didn’t look good. Wanted to make sure you weren’t dying or something.” He gave a lame excuse.
“So you just watch me? How about wake me up? Or just don’t watch me sleep.” You put your head in your hands. Taking deep breathes and trying to calm down. You feel the bed move. Looking up you see Gator sitting next to you.
“Sorry. Bad dreams?” He looked at you with actual concern.
“Something like that.” No way you could tell him it was because of this place. But somehow you knew you didn’t have to.
“I wish I could get you out of here. Obviously this ain’t going nowhere.” Looking around the shack you remember the outside world. Outside of this shed. Outside of their house. “This is going to sound fucked up but what part of this situation isn’t?” He gave a small laugh that was more of a breath. “I’m gonna miss you. Once you leave. Probably closest thing I had to a friend.”
You looked at him with sadness. “Gator.” Voice quiet. During this time you actually started caring about him. You weren’t sure why. Too tired to care at that moment. You touched his arm. If you did get out, you knew you wouldn’t see him again. Yet you knew your chances of getting out were low. So he really didn’t have to worry.
“We’re getting out. Somehow.” He looked at you. Your eyes widened. ‘We’re getting out’ not just you. As if you couldn’t be more shocked, Gator leaned in and kissed you. Hand reaching to the back of your neck. In your surprise, you started kissing him back.
Pulling away from the kiss. “Ivy.” Gator’s voice was rough.
“Gator.” You stare into each other’s eyes both reading an agreement. He starts kissing you again. More rough like it’s not enough. Your hands move automatically trying to take his jacket off while his hands fumble to take your shirt off.
He pushes you down, lips never leaving yours. He reaches down and starts rubbing your pussy over your pants. “Already wet for me mama?” He chuckles into your mouth. You whimper in response. Breaking away he takes off your pants exposing your cunt. Even though it’s dark in the shed you can see his eyes light up. “Fuck” he moans.
He dips his head between your legs and starts licking your folds. Your head rolls back while he’s eating you out. Gator enters two fingers in you and starts pumping them. His mouth focused on your swollen bud. With your eyes rolled back you can feel your orgasm coming on.
“Gator.” You moan not being able to take it anymore. He continues what he’s doing. Your orgasm taking over you and coming all over his fingers. Satisfied he stops and smiles.
“Best snack I’ve ever had.” He licks up his fingers enjoying the taste of you. “Can’t wait to have more.” He starts taking off his pants, his thick hard cock springing free. Climbing on top of you, he positions himself. “Need ya to come for me one more time.” He enters inside you.
Your walls stretching from him, you gasp. He only lets you adjust for a second before he starts moving. Your nails digging into his back. His head at the crook of your neck. Both of you breathing heavily. Your second orgasm coming faster than your first. Gator finishes closely after.
Even with the cot being small, you both managed to lay on it. You’re back to his chest. Your eyelids getting heavy, you drifted off to sleep. When you woke up. He was gone.
Summary: Gator’s never felt like anyone’s favorite person, and you make sure that feeling ends with you.
WC: 2.8k
Warnings & What to Expect: 18+ themes, mdni (dry humping, but Gator is being a tease, explicit language), super soft Gator bc it’s my weakness, possible overuse of the pet name baby girl because it’s my fave for him to call reader, brief mentions of hurt caused by parents, spice elements mixed with fluff!
Peach’s (Jenn’s) Note: do I have a bunch of other drafts to work on? Yes. But lavishing soft husband Gator with love wouldn’t leave my mind this week, so here we are ❤️
Gator Tillman was the type of man to stomp his boots across the vinyl floor when he entered your home, despite the fact that you’ve told him nearly a hundred times to take his shoes off at the threshold.
He doesn’t do it because he knows you’ll get all pouty with him, though he loves when those pretty lips of yours dip - giving him an opportunity to kiss the hell out of you, making you melt in his hands like putty and forgive him without a fight.
He does it because even though he knows that you hate the dirt that’s dragged in by his feet, the sound of his footsteps soothes you, because it means he’s made it home safely after another hectic shift at the station.
But this evening he came home dead on his feet, feeling heavy from the weight of the day - was so exhausted that he snuck in quietly, which was quite the feat for someone like Gator; who always likes to make his presence known.
It’s why when his arms slip silently around your shoulders to pull you back against his chest, a squeal of surprise leaves you.
“Holy shit, Gator,” your voice shakes a little, startled by his sudden appearance.
Your heart jumps, thrumming wildly - unsure if it’s from the shock or the fact that your man is pressed snugly up against you.
You’d been busy on the back porch, sweat beading along your hairline as you watered the plants that were growing there. Growing was an exaggeration. They barely moved an inch over the past few months, and some of them were starting to wither regardless of your efforts.
Gator liked to give you shit about trying to keep the things alive, but it was part of your routine. Something to keep your mind busy instead of worrying about him all day.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare yah, baby girl,” he greets you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck.
“It’s okay, Alligator,” you reply, lips curling up at the nickname he complains about - though he’ll never tell you to stop calling him it. You dissolve against him, hands wrapping around his forearms.
“Missed yah,” he murmurs, playfully nibbling against the exposed skin of your throat.
You smile a bit bashfully, “Oh, did you?”
“Stop bein’ all shy ‘bout it. Yah know I did,” he lets you go, giving a quick pat to your ass before twirling you around to look at him.
The heat that’s been creeping up your cheeks only intensifies, biting your lip as your eyes trace over him. He’s already shed the tactical vest and gear, along with his signature hat that’s nowhere to be seen.
It allows you to appreciate the slight bulge of his biceps, eyeing the way his cargo pants deliciously hug his thighs, and your fingers itch to card through his slicked back hair that’s starting to fall messily, tousled from the day.
He grins wolfishly, “You checkin’ me out, baby girl?”
Your hands slide up the expanse of his chest, “Maybe. Is that a problem, Deputy?”
“I sure ain’t complainin’ about that look yer givin’ me,” he muses, hands sliding down to cup your lower back.
“What look?” You shrug, acting indifferent, shamelessly letting your eyes roam his figure again.
“That one, yah tease,” he pinches your hip playfully.
You smile nonchalantly, “Don’t know what you’re talking about, Alligator.”
He scoffs in jest, mumbling something about how he knows you’re not as innocent as you claim to be before letting his own eyes wander over you. You lazily bring your hands up to stroke the collar of his shirt, before letting your thumbs duck under and rub at the knots stored up in his shoulders.
He closes his eyes briefly at the touch, “Feels good.”
“Long day?” You prompt, caressing the base of his neck.
“Yeah. God, ‘m so fuckin’ beat,” he replies, irritation crossing his features as he reflects on the pains of his job.
The dark circles that hang under his eyes prove his statement, making you want to tenderly press kisses along the delicate skin there to soothe the tension he’s carrying.
“Why don’t you go change? Rest for a bit. I’ll take care of dinner,” you tell him.
“Ain’t it my turn?” His eyebrows turn in.
You swipe at the divot it makes, “Yeah, but I’ve got it.”
His hands slide further down your back, resting against the curve of your ass and giving it a squeeze that would surely have you throwing yourself at him if he weren’t so fatigued.
“Yer too damn good to me,” he mumbles.
He drops his forehead to yours, inhaling deeply, trying his best to express his gratitude because he’s not great with words, but he hopes you’ll get the hint when he nudges his nose against your own - pressing his lips to yours greedily when your breath hitches in anticipation.
“Gator,” you whisper, kneeling down by the couch he’s resting on.
He’s passed out, deep in sleep while lying flat on his back - arm thrown over his eyes as gentle little snores escape him.
You knew he hated falling asleep there. He wouldn’t actually say it, but he always bitched the next day about the crick in his neck that it would leave behind.
Which is why you’re currently trying to wake him up to persuade him to move to the bedroom.
You try again, voice coming out stronger this time, “Gator.”
He drowsily mutters something, having subconsciously heard the call, but it wasn’t quite loud enough to rouse him from his dreams.
You resist the urge to slip your hand under his black shirt that’s hiked up, exposing the soft tuft of dark hair that travels down into his sweatpants - knowing if he wakes up to your cold fingers feeling him up he’ll dramatically gripe about you trying to give him frostbite.
“Gates,” you coo, reaching out to push back a couple strands of hair that have broken free of the gel he uses to keep it out of his eyes.
Gator stirs, arm reaching out to determine where you are, blinking blearily while he tries to adjust to his surroundings.
He’s thoroughly caught off guard by you crouching next to him, sending him into a swift moment of panic.
“What? Somethin’ wrong, baby girl?” He rasps, scrambling to try to get into a sitting position.
“No,” your lips tug up in delight, watching in amusement as he furrows his brows in confusion.
“The fuck you wakin’ me up for then,” he groans grumpily, reaching out to grasp your waist.
He firmly pulls you to rest on top of him, legs tangling with yours, planting a sleepy kiss against your neck. The brush of his lips against your skin tickles, causing you to giggle as you settle against him.
“Yeah? You like that, baby girl?” He teases, significantly more awake now, mouthing at your throat.
“Mhm,” you hum in content, moving a hand to rest against the place that hides his heart.
He nuzzles further into you, savoring the scent of your perfume as his teeth graze lightly between the hot presses of his mouth. You fall silent when you feel his hips shift under yours, sending a sharp coil of want to bubble up - blooming intensely within you.
Your knees sink further down on either side of him, instinctively giving a tentative swivel of your hips at the contact.
“Fuck, did yah wake me up jus’ to tease me?” He groans, grip on your hips tightening.
A desperate whimper slips out of you as you feel him growing hard, unable to stop yourself from rocking against his clothed length.
Gator releases a strangled moan, and the broken curses spilling from his lips makes your gut tighten, spiraling you into a cloudy haze of lust.
Your hands surge forward, clutching onto his back as you start to rut against him - sleep shorts lifting higher up your legs with each languid grind.
“Use your words, baby girl,” he says huskily, breath skimming the shell of your ear.
You try, but your brain is too fuzzy - muddled by the desire in your aching core as you work yourself incessantly over him.
The reprimanding bite he gives to your jaw in response to your silence has your lips parting, eyes glazing over as you try to form words.
“Gator,” you cry, trailing off as you start to lose composure - feeling your arousal pooling in the fabric of your panties.
“C’mon, sweet thing, know yah got a lot more to say than that,” he chides, hands digging into the meat of your thighs, hauling you closer to him as he thrusts upwards to meet each roll of your hips.
You’re seconds away from shoving a hand down under the material covering him to tug at his cock - positive that it's excessively leaking precum with the way he’s panting, practically gasping for air as you continue to rotate your hips against his.
You’re willing to bet that you could get him to come in his pants if you keep it up, but he suddenly forces you to stop when he pulls you flush against him - refusing to let you move, ending the delicious friction that had you careening you towards your high.
“Gator,” you whine in frustration.
He tuts under his breath, “Not movin’ till you answer me, mama.”
The pet name has you feverishly squirming against him - your body begging him to give you reprieve as you feel your slick seeping out of your cunt, writhing with need as you buck your hips again, trying your best to get him to cave.
He hooks his hands behind your knees, making you yelp - damn him for knowing the hold on your sensitive skin there would force you to stop moving.
“You’re being unfair,” you mewl, breathing erratically from your pent up release.
His nose skims along your jaw, “You haven’ seen unfair yet, baby girl.”
A choked noise leaves you, “Please, Gator. I want you.”
“You’ll get whatcha want when you tell me why ‘m up right now instead of sleepin’,” he implores, kissing along the slope of your jawline, stopping to suck unmercifully at the sweet spot below your ear.
You grab at his arms, pawing along the corded muscles and veins that wrap around them, finally huffing out, “Can’t when you’re all over me like this.”
“Can’t think straight when yer pretty pussy is all pressed up against my cock, is that it?” He mocks you, giving you a coy look.
The vulgar words have you whimpering in defeat, “Fuck, yes.”
Gator looks smug, sly smile tilting his lips up - waiting patiently for you to tell him why you disturbed him from his slumber.
“You fell asleep on the couch,” you confess, slumping forward.
The statement makes him sober up, expression turning serious.
“So?” He quips, raising an eyebrow.
You sigh in dissatisfaction, realizing your fun is up now that he’s picking - searching for answers you know he won’t like, but you decide to be honest.
You pull back, hands reaching up to cup his face.
“So, it’ll give you a backache,” you remind him.
“And?” He narrows his eyes at you.
“And you’ll sleep on your neck the wrong way,” you tag on.
He rolls his eyes, “I’m a man. Can handle some pain.”
You hate when he does that. Hate when he acts like he ought to be tougher than he needs to be. Hate when he diminishes himself to the expectations and standards that are bullshit because his daddy beat them into him.
He knows he’s a work in progress. And he knows you wouldn’t keep him around long if he didn’t lose the self righteous asshole act he put on when he still depended on Roy to get by.
But he’s also stubborn, more so when he’s tired, and you don’t want to start an argument.
“Maybe. Doesn’t mean you should have to,” you settle with, pressing a kiss to that unfairly perfect nose of his.
“Why do yah care?” He questions, not with contempt, but like he genuinely can’t believe why you would mind if he was hurting.
“Because you’re my husband,” you plant another kiss on his nose before continuing.
“And my best friend,” your lips trail over his cheek, feeling the flutter of his eyelashes as they close.
“And my favorite person,” you conclude, slotting your lips with his.
He’s frozen for a moment - shocked by the emotion behind your words, but you coax him to move his mouth against yours when your tongue dips past his parted lips.
He exhales a sound of pleasure, pulse picking up from the burning sensation of want - devouring the needy sighs he’s pulling from you.
You feel your head starting to spin, dizzy with longing for him, trying to silently communicate that he deserves to feel loved.
Gator unwillingly breaks from you, gasping for breath as you chase after his kiss bitten lips, now flushed in a radiant pink that matches the hue of his cheekbones.
His hand comes up to brush back the hair that’s fallen in your face, and he catches the gold glint of a necklace peeking out from under your shirt.
He thinks it’s cute when you wear dainty jewelry, but he’d rather keel over than tell you that, so instead he gently fumbles with it - maneuvering it to rest along the fabric that covers your chest.
When the realization of what’s on it hits him, he proceeds to stare in awe at the chain around your neck, nimble fingers carefully fiddling with the tiny G that rests at the point.
“Where did yah get this?” He whispers affectionately, displaying the letter curled up in his palm.
You glance down, watching as he stares at it in adoration - finger outlining the curve of his initial.
“I bought it. Wanted to wear it for you,” you divulge, bowing your head to try to get him to look at you.
You used to call it cliche when you saw a woman wearing her man’s initials, often joking it was like they were being branded, but now you’ve giddily fallen victim to the trap. And you’re sure someone will think the same about you, but you couldn’t care less anymore.
They could call it what they wanted to, because you weren’t wearing it because he owned you - choosing to wear it because he knew you better than you knew yourself.
“Why?” He asks, clearing his throat to cover the way his voice cracks.
“I told you. You’re my favorite person,” you disclose, placing a hand over his that still clings onto the letter like it’ll disappear if he lets go.
He swallows harshly, “You mean it?”
“Of course, Gator. I love you,” you promise, sealing it with another press of your lips to his.
“Never been anyone’s favorite before,” he confides quietly, embarrassment tinting the tips of his ears.
The color of his blush makes something grim gnarl up inside of you - a blazing anger rising for his father who pretended to love him just to use him, for his mother who up and left him as a child to defend himself against a grown man, for anyone that wasn’t willing to take the time to peel away the layers he built to hide himself - the ones you were still working on pulling back.
“Well, you’re mine,” you confirm, letting your forehead tilt to rest on his.
“Yer mine too,” he sniffs, wiping frantically under his nose - trying to shield you from the tears threatening to fall.
You don’t like that he feels the need to conceal himself from you, but you don’t want to push - knowing he still has unrealistic principles about men and crying ingrained in him.
For now, you're determined to be gracious towards him because you plan to tear down those walls he’s got up - hoping to show him that with you, his heart is safe, no longer needing the protective armor hardening it.
When he gathers himself, a fleeting moment of lust passes across those hazel eyes of his, and laughter tumbles from you when you feel his member twitching beneath you.
“Don’t you laugh at me. You were the one humpin’ me like yah were in heat,” he grunts.
His crass words shoot straight through you, sending a sizzling tingle up your spine - becoming overwhelmed with the need to worship him.
“I couldn’t help it. You’re my favorite,” your tone grows sultry, nipping at his collarbone.
“Gatherin’ that, baby girl,” he quips, head falling back against the cushions of the couch to give you better access.
You let your mouth explore him, placing intentional kisses to the freckles and moles that scatter his skin like tiny stars across the night sky.
“Can I show you just how much I mean it?” You smirk, slipping off his lap and dropping to your knees in front of him.
His eyes blow wide, “Fuck, is tha’ even a question?”
And so you make yourself comfortable between his spread legs, eager to please him - ready to prove that while he may not have been anyone’s first choice before, he's certainly yours.
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