Having Such A Bad Day I Need Eddie To Hug Me

having such a bad day i need eddie to hug me ☹️

this is so cute i’ll cry

forbidden love (18+) - gator tillman x innocent!religious!reader | word count - 2.4k

ᡣ𐭩 part 1

The winter air bites at your bare arms, your flimsy pajamas offering you little to no warmth. Underneath your feet, the fresh snow crunches. You cross your arms across your chest, attempting to generate any warmth while you walk across your front yard, weaving between trees to stay hidden from the eyes of your father or neighbors. Your squint your eyes, scanning through the dark night for Gator’s work car. Across the street, tucked behind a row of balsam trees, you spy a dark car, headlights on, ‘Lehigh County Sherriff’s Department’ dashed across the length of the car in gold letters. Your heart skips a beat, the act of meeting up with Gator never failing to excite you. As quietly as you can, you sneak across the road in front of your house, looking both ways, then hurrying across to seek refuge in the warmth of Gator’s car. 

For the last several weeks, Gator has been parking across the street from your house whenever he works an overnight shift, sending you a text message when he arrives. Sometimes Gator comes so late, and you’ve been asleep for hours, that you have to find it within yourself to wake up. Tonight, however, you were ready for him.

Outside, Gator texted. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your phone’s screen flash awake on your bed stand. Within seconds, you type back with trembling fingers: Be right out

Despite your growing feelings for Gator, and the dying wish to be able to walk around with him in public, you were content with climbing out your bedroom window to spend time with him against your mother and father’s wishes. After your father had spotted you in Gator’s truck after church, he made you kneel on your living room’s hard floors for an hour, praying for forgiveness for your actions earlier that day. Afterwards, he made you promise to never go near Gator again, forbidding you from seeing him. At first, you intended to keep your promise, not wanting to make your parents lives more difficult. But vignettes of Gator’s fingers plunging in and out of you, his lips working against your skin, his teeth grazing your collarbone came to you in the quietness of your thoughts; you couldn’t help but find a way to see him again. 

To be honest, sneaking around with Gator was kind of sexy to you. The excitement of waiting for the days of the week that Gator works overnights, for nighttime to come and eyeing your phone it the early hours of the morning for a magical text from him to pop-up on your screen. The aftermath was even better, though. Leaving his truck with your legs trembling, his cum dribbling down your legs, the buzz of the secrecy between you, the scent of him all over your skin following you back into your bed – all intoxicating. 

Snaking around the back of Gator’s work car, you knock on the passenger window, causing Gator to look up from his phone. You watch in the frigid cold as Gator leans across the center console, popping the passenger door open for you. “Hi, baby,” he coos, ushering you into the warm car. 

Without saying any words, you get into the car, instantly leaning over to connect your lips with Gator’s. His fingers find their way into your hair, bringing you closer to him. Catching himself by surprise, Gator moans softly against your mouth, the taste of your tongue, the feeling of your body pressed against him proving to be arousing. 

Gator’s fast-growing feelings for you was perplexing to him. He has never felt so strongly about someone like this before, never having someone on his mind constantly, wondering where they are and what they’re up to. He knows with your father keeping a close eye on you, and him, there was surely an expiration date on your relationship. With that in mind, Gator is sure to embrace every moment with you, capturing your essence in a hypothetical bottle to hold him over until the next time he can see you. 

You’ve grown bolder over the course of you and Gator’s meetups. Without hesitation, you climb over the center console to rest yourself on Gator’s lap. He gladly accepts your move, his large hands grasping your hips. Your lips reconnect with his, your teeth nipping at his bottom lip. In your lower abdomen, arousal burns, your skin becoming hot to the touch. 

Gator’s hands travel underneath your thin t-shirt that you wear to bed, his hands cupping your bare body. He fumbles with you, his fingers dragging up and down your torso, his hands moving to cup your breasts. Just with the simplest touch from Gator, your body begins reacting, your bottom rolling against his crotch. You moan softly, the friction of his budge that grows in his pants rubbing against your pussy. With one hand, Gator pinches your nipple between his pointer and thumb. You groan against him, and he can tell you want to go further, but he refrains, intending to take his time with you. 

With one swift movement, Gator pulls your t-shirt up and off, tossing the article of clothing on the passenger seat. He ducks down, his mouth attaching itself to your breast. Your arms loop around his neck, bringing your upper body closer to his. Your head tosses back, the feeling of his tongue working against your breast euphoric. In that moment, you feel like you fight the urge to merge yourself with Gator, becoming a part of him, him becoming a part of you. 

You work to the best of your ability to tug Gator’s work jacket off, the radio that’s attached to his shoulder going off periodically, the other officer’s voices buzzing through. Letting go of your torse, Gator attempts to help you, leaning forward into you to pull his arms out of his sleeves. Underneath his jacket, he’s wearing a grey hoodie in an attempt to protect himself from the bitter, vicious winters of North Dakota. You whine gently, frustrated to be met with another barrier between you and the bareness of Gator’s skin. “Why do you have all this shit on?” you ask rhetorically, trying to lift his hoodie off next. 

In response, Gator cups your face between his hands, bringing you nearly nose to nose with him. “Shh,” he says, the sound of his voice bringing you back down to sanity. God, you just wanted to feel him. He pushes his lips back into yours, his tongue working its way back into your mouth. You sigh, your hands snaking their way under his hoodie, the warmth of his bare skin, the light fluff of his chest hair greeting you. 

The bulge in Gator’s pants presses against his boxers, his arousal growing more intense by the second. He doesn’t want you; he needs you.

Gator tugs at the waist band of your pajama pants, signaling to you that he wants them off. You’re happy to oblige, glancing down between his kisses to work around him and slip them off. You add your pants to the growing pile of clothing on the passenger seat. To Gator’s pleasure, your completely naked underneath your pants. As if you’ve answered Gator’s prayers, his wildest fantasies, you sit on top of him, your most sensitive parts of you on display for him.

Gator can’t hold back anymore as he catches sight of your glistening cunt, already slick with arousal for him. He works to unzip his pants in the tight space that remains between you two, and you lift yourself off of him, allowing him to pull his boxers and pants down to the middle of his thighs. With the swift movement, Gator’s cock springs out, already hard with anticipation. Since the last time he stopped by your house, which was nearly a week ago, all he could do was think about what he wanted to do to you the next time he was with you. 

With no hesitation on your part, you lift yourself up and onto Gator, sinking down onto his cock slowly. You grip onto one of his shoulders, a guttural moan escaping from your throat. “Oh, god, Gator. You feel so good.” 

Gator pinches his eyes shut, the feeling of you tighten around his cock, your arousal dripping onto his thighs causing him to nearly bust then and there. He grasps your hips, beginning to move you in the tempo he wanted you to move in. His heart thumps against his chest, his fingers trembling with pleasure. God, he could stay like this, hidden away behind trees, maneuvering in his cramped work car, you on his lap like a prize. 

You let Gator use you, letting him guide you in the pace he wants. You lean forward, looping your arms around his shoulders. You bury your head in the crook of his neck, leaving soft, gentle kisses in your wake. You find warmth against him, absorbing as much of his body heat as you can. In your lower abdomen, where lust still blossoms, you can feel his cock working on you, making sure to provide you enough pleasure to make your legs shake until the sun rises. 

Your fists clench and then unclench, not knowing what to do with the pleasure he gives you. You rock back and forth, moving up and down the length of Gator, sighing softly with every movement. You babble uncontrollably, words unable to form in your mouth. Gator moves his hands off your hips, one hand now resting on your thigh, the other reaching behind you to grab your ass cheek, pulling away ever so slightly to leave a small spank against the suppleness of your skin. 

You jolt underneath his touch, biting down on your bottom lip to diminish the loud moan that threatens to spill out your throat. 

“Tell me how much you love this,” Gator says, using his pointer finger to bring your gaze to his. 

You open your mouth to speak but your voice doesn’t work, the only thing you can think about his Gator’s cock buried deep within you. You breathe in, a whine coming out in your exhale, as you try to find your words. “I-I love this so much, Gator. You feel so good.”

Though you wish you had the ability to say more, what you said is satisfactory for Gator. The sweet sound of your voice, nearly an angelic hum. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him, lifting his hips to meet your bottom. From underneath, he thrusts deep into you, feeling the please if your pussy clenching around him. Near his ear, you moan softly, losing your breath. 

Gator can feel his breath become jagged, signaling that he’s coming close to the brink of finishing. He deepens his thrusts, pushing his length all the way into you. Your fist tightens around his shoulder, your eyes pinched shut. Within the next minute, Gator pushes himself into for the last time, filling you to the brim with his load. You gasp, feeling him begin to leak out around his cock, which is still inside of you. 

You slump against him, your body exhausted. Your skin, despite the cold air seeping into the car, is slick with a light layer of sweat. You blink your eyes open, noticing the windows that are fogged up. Beneath you, Gator’s chest heaves up and down, as he gasps subtly for air. He’s already looking at you, pushing strands of hair out of your face, leaning forward to close the distance between you, placing several gentle kisses on your lips. “So pretty,” he mumbles. You smile softly, moving to sit back in the passenger seat, allowing Gator to zip his pants back up. 

“I don’t want to leave yet,” he mumbles, his eyes scanning your face. After a second, he looks away, towards his lap to zip his pants. Inside your chest, your heart aches, wishing he didn’t have to leave either. “I know,” you say softly, beginning to put your pajamas back on.

“You’re sure I shouldn’t talk to your dad and show him that I’m not actually a bad guy?” 

You shake your head, tossing Gator a glance. “No. Not yet at least.” He sighs, shaking his head. All he wants to be able to do is walk around Lehigh with you proudly. Gator feels awful coming to your house at night, fucking you, and then leaving. He wants to show you that you mean something to him beyond sex. 

Once you’re clothed, you slip your slippers back onto your feet. You look back at Gator who looks deep in thought. 

“Maybe I could call you tomorrow? Just to say hey.” Gator asks, trying to figure out how to make do with the situation you’re in. 

You nod, a small smile on your face. “Okay.” You know you should go back inside and place yourself in bed before your father wakes up for his shift in the morning. One good thing about Gator working nights is that he conveniently misses your father’s shift in the morning. “I should go,” you say, your voice coming out quiet. 

Gator nods, a sad sort of smile on his face. “Okay.” He leans across the middle console, kissing you one last time. The kiss is warm and sweet, something that you’ll lay in your bed and think about until the sun peaks over the horizon. You take his hand in yours, giving it a soft squeeze before you open the passenger door, slinking off into the dark. 

You bite your lip, blinking away emotion. You trudge across the street and across your yard. Thankfully, your bedroom is on the first floor, so you don’t have to do much climbing. You maneuver yourself back through your bedroom window and you notice that once your inside, Gator turns his car on, turning out from behind the trees. As you watch him pull out from across your house, he blinks his headlights, once, twice, and disappears down the road. 

You sigh, standing by your window, willing Gator’s car to reappear. When you get too cold, you close your window, moving back towards your bed. You notice your phone blinking on your bedstand where you left it. You sit on the edge of your bed, staring down at the glowing screen in your lap.

Gator Tillman (1 unread message): miss u already 

older!eddie calls you ‘bunny’. 18+.

what seems to be an affectionate, sweet, cutesy little nickname actually came from a rather filthy night the two of you had.

you’d been bouncing on his cock for what felt like hours, climbed on top and riding him, hips swirling, slamming against his hairy thighs. your fingers raked over his soft tummy, coated with a smattering of hair that went to his base, coarse hair providing friction for you to grind your clit into.

“god, I love it when you bounce on my cock like this, sweetheart.” eddie grunted, calloused hands gripping your hips, lazily thrusting up into you. “you just bounce and bounce and bounce.” he grinned, hearing your little whines and mewls, face pinched in pleasure.

“you’re just like a little rabbit, aren’t ya? hoppin’ all over my dick?” eddie purred. you clamped around him, hips lifting and dropping deeper, harder. “fuck- you’re just my little bunny, aren’t ya?”

you nodded, whimpers tumbling out of your mouth as he thrusted into you, meeting your hips. “say it for me, baby.” eddie rasped, cigarette stained lungs from years of smoking making his voice huskier, sexier. “say you’re my little, bunny.”

“I-I’m- oh, fuck- I’m your little bunny.” you whimpered, nails digging in harder, grinding your hips in slow circles.

eddie chuckled, fingers reaching around to rub your clit, sending shockwaves up your spine, deep, pornographic moans ripping out of your throat.  he liked you like this. so fucked out and desperate you’d do anything he said, say anything he wanted.

“again.” eddie said, fingers pressing into your clit, tight circles rubbing against your sensitive button.

the coil in your stomach was threatening to snap, so close you were practically seeing stars already. eddie knew it. he thrusted up into you, fingers rubbing you as you gasped, head leaning back tipping towards the ceiling.

“i’m your bunny, i’m your little bunny, eddie. oh my fuck-“ chest heaving, you fell forward, head spinning and resting in the crook of his inked neck.

later, eddie’s limbs were tangled with yours, sheets sprawled over the two of you. he had a cigarette lit between his lips, blowing the smoke away from you while you cling to his chest. you were always clingy after sex, pliant and needy; he loved it.

“you fallin’ asleep on me, bunny?” eddie grumbled, grinning down at you as your eyelids fluttered.

you snorted. “that nicknames sticking?” you asked, cheeky smile hidden in his chest.

eddie grinned, bumming the cigarette and turning, kissing you deep. soft pillowy lips catching yours, the faint taste of nicotine on his tongue. his beard ticked your top lip, nose rubbing against yours. you scrunched yours up, giggling as he grinned at you.

“g’night, my little bunny.”

“fun.”

Thinkin’ about ex boyfriend Eddie having to come pick you up after a date gone horribly wrong. You didn’t know who else to call. He could barely understand you through your broken sobs on the other end of the phone. When he showed up he simply took your hand, pulling you toward the parking lot. You climbed in his van waiting for his smug remarks. His cruel “I told you so’s.” But they never came. His brown eyes were soft as he reached out, brushing your tears away. Genuine concern written all over his pretty face mixed with a bit of rage. No one made his girl cry.

A quick kiss to your forehead before he shut the door, disappearing back into the crowd at the fair. You kept your eyes peeled, trying to catch a glimpse of him.

Then he was there. Pushing his way back through the mass of people, a shit eating grin on his face as a small river of blood dripped down his chin. His hair was a mess, more than usual, his wild curls tangled and unruly. His left eye already beginning to swell slightly. Fuck, Eddie.

He jumps into the drivers seat, you can tell his adrenaline is still at all time high. His hands shaking lightly, his knuckles bloodied from the fight.

“Eddie, you didn’t have to..”

“Baby, that was the most fun I’ve had in months.” he grins over at you, wiggling his eyebrows. “And.. no one messes with my girl.”

“Not your girl, Eds.” you smirk up at him.

“No?” he teases, leaning in closer, his familiar smell of weed and cheap cologne washing over you. You shake your head softly as you reach up running your finger over his split lip as he inches even closer.

“Mmm, whatever you say baby.” he hums against your lips, sending goosebumps across your skin. You roll your eyes with one last attempt to push him away before his tongue is in your mouth, the metallic taste of his blood only turning you on even more as you grasp at his worn out band tee.

His girl.

i saw smth about beautiful dainty light hearted girls with their pet frat boys (their boyfriends) and it is just sooooo rafe and reader. if the idea was a person i’d fuck it.

oh my god oh my god oh my god ur speaking my language!!

frat!rafe x innocent reader headcannons

- frat!rafe who loves parading you around parties, a pretty little thing on his arm. he gets many jealous glares and nods of approval. people are always astounded by the sheer juxtaposition of how perverted and arrogant the boy was, and how sweet and charismatic you were.

- frat!rafe who loves the summer because of your sweet little sundresses. he’s obsessed with the way they squish your tits and flow around your ass, the perfect length for him to sneak his hand in and squeeze affectionately.

- frat!rafe who loves when you tutor him, bringing you up into his messy room in the shared house, listening to your soft voice explain a complicated concept. he loves eating you out up here, listening to you trail off as you succumb to pleasure.

- frat!rafe who lets you drink with him, loving you all tipsy and pliant, barely clothed and all his. his favorite is when you get to the point where you’re no longer bothered by pda, pushing your plush tits into him and pawing at him to take you upstairs. the look he shares with his frat boys at your desperation would usually disgust you, but you’re too needy and drunk to notice. blindly following him through the house, hand-in-hand.

- frat!rafe who fucks you loudly in your dorm room, not caring about how thin the walls were and how red your face would be when you exit your pleasure induced haze, “yeah that’s real good kid, let em hear ya” and you’re whining and nodding, so fucked out that you just go with what he says.

- frat!rafe who loves when you need him. whether that be fixing a light, carrying something heavy, building furniture. he wants you to rely on him, he needs to be needed.

- frat!rafe who kisses you soooo sloppy in public no matter how much you complain. you love it, you really do, but the excess saliva and the visible tongue make your cheeks flush—the blonde boy chiding at you, “s’okay baby, everyone knows we’re together, nothin’ to be embarrassed about yeah?”