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“You really fucking did it-, damn you’re a freak.”
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some more Gator x Eddie based on sleaze by @thisusernameisunavailable01 !!
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caught in the careless arms of lust again
metaldeputy | explicit | 5.6k | tags: crossover Fargo/Stranger Things, No Upside Down, Modern AU, pwp | AO3
Dickinson, North Dakota was as much a shithole in Eddie's eyes as Hawkins, Indiana. The only real difference, as far as he can tell, is the cold, which is more biting than even the worst winter he ever experienced back home, and his balls are trying as hard as they can to crawl back into his body.
It's not like he wants to be here. There was no way in hell he was going to spend more time than it took to take a piss and pump some gas into his van in a state that was mostly God-fearing northern rednecks and a whole lot of nothing.
But of course, nothing ever goes according to plan in Eddie Munson's life, and his van broke down just as he was passing through Dickinson on Interstate 94. He'd seen the sign and giggled like a high school kid at the silly name, momentarily distracted and not looking at the road. That's why he didn't notice the damn deer until it was too late, and like the idiot he was, he swerved to avoid it, skidded on the slick icy road, and ended up in the ditch.
Luckily he wasn't going that fast, so after a few feet the car came to a stop in the snow, the engine dead and refusing to start no matter what he tried.
And now his van is in the hands of a guy named Ray at Ray's Auto Electric, while Eddie has to rent a room in a dubious looking hotel called the Badland Inn. It’s fifty bucks a night, which he certainly doesn’t have, but beggars can’t be choosers, and it’s too damn cold to even consider sleeping outside. Ray, who had taken one look at Eddie's long hair and tattoos before seeming to decide he wanted Eddie gone almost as much as Eddie wanted to be gone, said it would be at least three days, maybe more, depending on how fast he could get the part he needed to get his van running again.
And that's why Eddie is sitting in some dive bar, drinking a cheap watered-down beer, wallowing in self-pity, when Deputy Gator Tillman walks into his life.
At first he doesn't even turn his head to look at the man who just sat down next to him, just nods politely while staring into the smudged glass in his hands. It's only when the guy next to him orders a Bud Light, of all things, that Eddie can't help but snort. From what he's seen so far, the men here are manly men, drinking only the bitterest beer and the strongest whiskey while thumping their chests like apes.
"Something funny, shitbird?" The guy snarls at him.
And here we go again, Eddie thinks, already tired of what's sure to come.
"Listen, man," Eddie starts as he turns around to face whoever's ego he just bruised, only to be stopped by the sight in front of him.
The guy's hot, is the first thing that strikes him, square jaw, full lips, droopy eyes, and a slanted nose. His chestnut hair is slicked back and shaved with racetrack lines, as much a part of his machismo as the combat pants and bulletproof vest he's wearing. Too bad his face is just too pretty for any of it to work.
He must have been staring, because the hazel eyes looking back at him narrow even more, his whole face turning into a sneer that's still far more attractive than it has any right to be.
"What are you staring at, asshole?"
A ghost from my past, Eddie thinks. Because he once knew a boy who looked just like the guy before him, a boy who tried so hard to be the epitome of everything a wealthy white businessman's son in Bumfuck Indiana could want. He played all kinds of sports, was captain of the basketball and swim teams, had a new pretty girl on his arm every week, and sneered down at everyone below him as he looked on from his perch at the top of the high school food chain.
King Steve, a man who had been so goddamn pretty that Eddie could still remember all the times he had jerked off to fantasies of those lips and hands, and that juicy ass in Harrington's tiny gym shorts.
The man before him looked different, of course, but much of him was the same. Maybe that was the reason why Eddie didn't stop his mouth from running off on him.
"You. It's a nice view, that's for sure."
Even as he braces himself for a punch, Eddie can't tear his eyes away from the hauntingly familiar face in front of him as he sees the words land. They're mostly harmless. Not even a pretty boy or a sweetheart thrown in there. At least not yet.
The man's eyes widen, just a fraction, just enough for Eddie to notice. Just as Eddie notices the color rising up his neck and the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Gotcha, big boy.
"What did you just say to me?" The guy demands, taking a step forward, invading Eddie's personal space, bringing with him the smell of cologne and old sweat, tinged with something fruity Eddie can't quite put his finger on.
There’s enough of a height difference between them that Eddie can look up at him through his lashes from his seat. He curls his lips into a smile that has just enough edge to draw the guy’s eyes to it and keep them there.
"Paid you a compliment. Don't tell me a handsome guy like you doesn't get those all the time, huh?"
The brazenness makes the other man stumble, Eddie can tell by the way his mouth opens and closes without a sound coming out of it. He catches himself soon enough and leans back, pulling himself up to his full height and bringing his hands to his hips, drawing Eddie's eyes to where the tips of his fingers graze the gun strapped to his thigh.
Okay, this is how they're going to play this, apparently.
"Listen, you fucking pansy, I ain't got no idea why you think you can just come in here and talk to a man of the law like that, but I'm gonna show you where you and your kind can stick your disgusting tendencies."
This makes Eddie smile even wider. His mantra has always been 'fuck the law', so that's exactly what he's going to do. And he's pretty sure this particular lawman wouldn't mind. Just as Eddie is sure now that Harrington wouldn't have been opposed to Eddie's tendencies, but back then Eddie hadn't been the kind of guy to take such a risk. No experience, just a gut feeling, and that wasn't enough to risk getting his nose broken. Or worse.
Now, with more than a decade of hookups with supposedly straight guys under his belt, he knew the signs. And the guy right in front of him? A big fucking neon sign.
"I dunno, Sheriff. Maybe you’d rather I show you where I could stick my tendencies instead. I'm sure you can take it like a man, big boy."
Eddie makes sure to lean in again as he says this, letting his eyes roam over the guy's body in a blatant invitation that he really hopes will be taken. It's not like he has any trouble picking up guys, even in the backwoods he's been traveling through lately, though he does have to be a little more careful. But he wants this one, badly. He's sure he'll look like sin on his knees for Eddie, eyes as round and wet as his mouth wrapped around his dick, begging for anything Eddie is willing to give him.
The guy in front of him doesn't seem to be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he doesn't have to be, Eddie thinks. Not with that face. It takes him more than a few moments to work through Eddie's words, and the first thing he responds to is not what Eddie would think it would be.
"That's my dad." At Eddie's confused look, he adds, "Sheriff. My dad is Sheriff Roy Tillman. I'm his right-hand man, Deputy Sheriff Gator Tillman." He says, standing even straighter, voice dripping with pomposity.
"I figured you'd be a mouthful, Deputy Sheriff Gator Tillman."
Eddie gives him a wolfish grin and licks his lips, eyes focused on what he can make out of the bulge in the deputy's pants, which are frankly a little too loose. Guys like him should wear tight jeans or those gray sweatpants that show off the goods a lot better than fucking combat pants.
"The fuck you talkin' about, numbnuts?"
Yeah, not the sharpest tool in the shed. But maybe this is his chance to defuse the situation, turn it into a joke, and get the hell out before he finds himself behind bars or with his face bashed in. The Eddie of a few years ago would have run, just like he had run when Harrington had him pinned down at Skull Rock after Eddie had taken his flirting a little too far during a weed sale. He'd had the same look in his eyes that he sees on the Deputy's face now.
Hunger masked as anger.
So instead of running, Eddie decides to show his hand. Make his offer clear and see if the Deputy takes him up on it. And if not, he will hole up in the inn and hope that Ray gets his parts as soon as possible.
"I'm talking about your cock, Deputy." Eddie mutters.
He rises and positions himself to cover his hand as it reaches out to squeeze the bulge, feeling it swell under his touch. Big Boy, indeed. He takes a stumbling step forward to have an excuse to press himself against Deputy Tillman's hard body and leans in to whisper in his ear.
"Too bad we don't get to play with it. I'm sure you'd be so good." Eddie clicks his tongue against his teeth with a soft tzk. "But what can you do, right? Have a good evening, Deputy Sheriff Gator Tillman."
Counting on dear Deputy Tillman needing another moment to process what Eddie just said, he steps away from the other man and saunters out, heading toward the inn.
He hasn't even made it out of the parking lot before he hears the sound of heavy footsteps following him outside.
Bingo.
He keeps walking and doesn't turn around, but there's a pleased smile on his face. If the Deputy was going to bash his head in, Eddie hopes he would have done it by now. The footsteps behind him are faster than the saunter Eddie was taking, but they don’t charge at him, just follow a few steps behind.
Eddie makes sure to sway his hips as he walks, feeling the other man's eyes on him the whole way. He can't be sure, but he thinks they're fixed on his ass, and he's glad he put on his skinny jeans that hug his thighs and ass just right. Not that it will see much action tonight. Eddie knows what Deputy Tillman needs, and soon he’ll know it too when he’s on his knees and begging for it.
For now, Eddie lets him think that it's his tight ass that’ll be getting hit tonight.
The walk to the inn is silent and the cold air around them feels heavy, charged. Anticipation crackles under his skin like a summer storm brewing in the sky and he can't remember the last time he felt so alive.
After passing through the entrance, he waits at the bottom of the stairs until he hears the front door close again, and only then does he begin his ascent to his room on the fourth floor, climbing the stairs with the steady sound of steps creaking under two sets of feet.
When he finally reaches the door to his room, his chest is heaving from more than just the physical exertion. Something about the whole night feels so goddamn surreal, and he still half expects to wake up in a ditch after being beaten half to death for flirting with a fucking cop in a part of the country where that could very well get him arrested. Or worse. So much worse.
And yet here he is, inviting danger into his room, into his bed, into his arms.
Something about Deputy Tillman makes him forget everything he's learned about staying out of trouble.
In fact, he's walking right into it, with a devilish smile and a raging hard-on.
Eddie hears the heavy steps behind him coming to a halt as well and he can feel the presence of another body close to his. For just a second, he contemplates calling it off, taking the safe route, just like he promised his uncle to do. But then he remembers the hot, thick girth under his hand and the way Tillman reminds him of a ghost from the past that has come back to haunt him and thinks fuck the safe route.
Slipping the key into the lock and turning it to the right, he opens the door and walks into his room, turning on the light and waiting for trouble to follow him inside.
They still haven't said anything, not since Eddie so boldly proposed the Deputy Sheriff, but he thinks they both know why they're here.
"I take it you're here to play a little, Deputy?" He doesn't even turn around when he asks this, the question being mostly rhetorical anyway. Just him playing with his food, making Tillman admit why he followed Eddie here.
More silence answers him.
"Cat got your tongue? Don't tell me you're getting shy now." Eddie coaxes, finally turning to look at the young man he never expected to meet tonight. He's met with a defiant look on that awfully pretty face, eyebrows drawn together and lips almost pouting at him. Adorable, really.
"Fuck you," the Deputy spits, clearly at a loss for words, inferior in their duel of wits.
Eddie taps his chin mockingly, as if he has to think about it. "Nah," he finally concludes, "I think I'd rather fuck you."
His words don't immediately hit the Deputy, an almost cute look of confusion on his face before his eyes widen, first in shock, then in anger. Too bad the admittedly impressive bulge in his pants gives away just how much Tillman is not against the idea.
"But...you said...in the bar..." he stutters, more indignation in his words than in his voice. Oh, he's precious, Eddie thinks, just the kind of guy he loves to corrupt. He knows he lured the Deputy in with the vague promise of a blow job, and knowing what he packs in those hideous combat pants, Eddie thinks he might still do it. After all, he thinks the man will be much more pliable after a nice orgasm. He doesn't want to hurt his prey, he just wants to play with it, and if his prey enjoys it, that's all the better in Eddie's book.
Taking a step toward the other man, Eddie catches his eyes and raises an eyebrow. "Look, if you can't use your words, Deputy, then I can't use my mouth or my hands on you. Simple as that. Speak up or get out."
Delighted, Eddie notices Tillman's spine straighten at his tone.
Bingo.
It's clear the Deputy needs a firm hand.
With his chin sticking out, Tillman tries again, still stumbling over his words here and there, but doing a much better job than before. "You said I was a mouthful. That my," he pauses before venturing on, "that my cock was a mouthful and that you wanted to play with it."
"I did, didn't I?" Eddie wonders aloud, his eyes deliberately dropping to where the Deputy is still hard in his pants and licking his lips. "And you've been a good boy so far, haven't you, Deputy?"
Tillman nods eagerly, making Eddie grin. He just loves his men easy.
"Good boys get a reward, but I'm not sure you deserve my mouth on you just yet, Deputy. I think you need to show me how good you really can be." Another step forward brings Eddie close enough to the other man to see how his pupils have dilated, swallowing up the beautiful hazel of his eyes. He puts a hand on Tillman's shoulder, fingers spread wide so that his thumb presses into the hollow of his throat, and gently pushes him down to his knees without any real force.
The Deputy sinks to his knees in a fluid and graceful arc that sends the blood rushing to his cock so fast he feels dizzy for a second.
Fuck, who would have thought that a random cop he picked up in a bar in the middle of nowhere North Dakota would turn out to be the sweetest of temptations?
Certainly not Eddie.
"Gorgeous," he praises the man on his knees in front of him, because he is. He looks up at Eddie with wide eyes, dazed, as if he doesn't even know what he's doing here, but likes it anyway. Thumbing his full lower lip until it opens for him, Eddie can't help but want to see how far the man will let him go. When the Deputy sucks Eddie's thumb into his mouth without a second thought, Eddie doesn't even try to stop the moan that falls from his lips. It's obvious that the man kneeling before him is starved for praise, so giving it to him will only make him more eager.
He pulls his thumb out of Tillman's mouth, already missing the warmth, and unbuttons his jeans. He pushes them down just enough to free his cock, the cool air of the room making him shiver. "Now, let's see what you can do, Deputy," he murmurs, anticipation coiling in his belly.
Deputy Tillman doesn't answer with words, but with action, leaning in and enveloping Eddie's hard length in the wet heat of his mouth. It's a clumsy start, but Eddie is more than willing to show him the ropes. If he's honest, it only fuels the flame of lust burning brightly in his stomach to know that it's him the Deputy is on his knees for, sucking his cock when it's clearly something he wouldn't normally do.
It's only fair that Eddie teach him how to be a good boy for him.
Eddie guides the Deputy's movements with a hand tangled in his hair, enjoying the feeling of complete control. He expects Tillman to bitch at him for ruining his hair, but the only reaction he gets when he tangles it between his fingers and pulls is a broken moan. The night might've started with a broken-down van and ended up in a dive bar, but now, it's shaping into something Eddie never could've anticipated.
Tillman may have been clumsy at first, but with Eddie's guiding hand slowing his movements, the Deputy seems to get used to the feel of Eddie's girth in his mouth, growing more confident with every lick of his tongue and bob of his head.
Eddie continues to murmur encouragements into the quiet room, each one swallowed hungrily by the man on his knees before him. As the night stretches on, he finds himself lost in the pleasure, the cold North Dakota winter forgotten in the warmth of Deputy Tillman's mouth.
"God, you're good at this," he praises, voice hoarse and strained. The Deputy looks up at him then, surprise in his eyes, but Eddie recognizes a flicker of something else there, too. Pride. Satisfaction. It makes him smirk.
He allows himself to sink further into the sensation, guiding the Deputy's movements with a firm hand in his hair. When he hits that sweet spot at the back of his throat, Eddie can't help the groan that escapes his lips.
"That's it, Deputy," he encourages, "Just like that."
As Tillman's moans vibrate around him, Eddie can feel the tension building in the pit of his stomach, an all too familiar pressure that signals his impending release. He tries to hold back, to prolong the pleasure, but it's a losing battle. With one last thrust into the warm cavern of the Deputy's mouth, he succumbs to the pleasure. His hips buck and he spurts down the Deputy's throat, a guttural moan tearing from his lips.
Tillman swallows around him, his throat working around Eddie's length, milking him for all he's worth. When he's spent, Eddie pulls back, sliding out of the warmth of the Deputy's mouth with a sigh.
"Well," he pants, "I think that's enough for tonight, Deputy." Leaning back against the wall to catch his breath, he pulls up his pants and buttons them, ignoring the Deputy's whine at his words. It's been a long time since a simple blowjob left him feeling like that. Completely worn out, but deeply satisfied.
When he finally regains his composure, he looks down to see Deputy Tillman still on his knees, looking up at him with wide, dazed eyes. Eddie grins down at him, reaching out to ruffle his hair.
"Good boy," he purrs, watching as the Deputy's eyes flash with a mix of indignation and satisfaction.
Maybe tonight doesn't have to be over right now.
Smiling, Eddie steps over him and heads for the bed, leaving the Deputy on his knees in the middle of the room. He sinks down on the edge of the bed, his legs slightly apart, and takes in the sight before him.
It takes his breath away.
He can't get over how the hard lines of the man's strong body look unexpectedly soft in his vulnerable position, less coiled serpent and more obedient puppy. The Deputy has surpassed all of Eddie's expectations tonight and he wants to reward him. Wants to encourage this unsuspected side of him, maybe even dig a little deeper to find more of it.
Deputy Sheriff Gator Tillman is more than meets the eye and Eddie is itching to know how much more.
“Look at me,” he tells the kneeling man and after a moment’s hesitation, still slightly unfocused eyes find his. Eddie knows that this must have been pretty intense for someone who hasn’t done anything like that before and the Deputy looks like he’s still far away, only slowly coming back to the here and now. His eyes roam over where Eddie’s body is perched on the edge of the bed with a questioning look on his face.
"Very good," Eddie purrs and smiles down at him. "I promised you a reward, and after how well you did on your knees for me, I think you deserve my mouth on you now."
Hazel's eyes widen in pleasant surprise at the promise, but when the Deputy starts to get up, Eddie stops him. "Who said you could get up again, pretty boy?"
The look of confusion on the man's face is adorable, Eddie thinks before he can stop himself. This is neither the time nor the place to get attached. He can't deny that the Deputy has gotten under his skin, but he'll deal with that when he's back on the road and their night is a distant memory. Just another pretty boy haunting his dreams.
"If you want your reward, you have to come here to get it." He waits for his words to sink in, but the confused puppy dog look doesn't leave the Deputy's face, so he clarifies, "On your knees, Deputy."
He can tell the exact moment the words finally sink in when Tillman closes his eyes as his hips twitch eagerly. If he didn't just come his brains out of his dick and into the Deputy's mouth, Eddie would get hard again at the sight. The man keeps surprising him. No matter what Eddie throws at him, he takes to it like a fish to water, so eager to please, so easily led.
With an eager tilt of his pretty mouth, the Deputy crawls over to Eddie, staying on his knees as he moves between Eddie's spread legs, a look of hungry anticipation in his eyes. Eddie can't wait to show him what a real reward feels like.
He cups the man's face with his hand and pulls him closer so he can lean in and whisper in his ear. "Strip for me, pretty boy. Show me how beautiful you are."
For the first time since they started this whole thing, Deputy Tillman is using his mouth for something other than sucking on Eddie's thumb and cock. "Can I stand up for this?" He asks and Eddie hears some of the petulance creep back into his voice even though his words remain perfectly polite. Like a puppy, the man is eager to be good, but he also loves to test Eddie's limits.
"You may. But do it slowly, I want to enjoy the show."
"I thought this was my reward, not yours?"
Ah, there is the fire he was met with earlier, Eddie thinks. Despite what some people might think about him, he likes a challenge, and if the Deputy wants to make Eddie work for it, then he can. It's part of the game, and he enjoys it just as much as he did when the man was on his knees gagging for it.
Eddie leans back leisurely, spreading his legs a little wider, deliberately giving Tillman an unobstructed view of his slender body. He wears a smirk on his face, a confidence born from countless encounters of this kind. "Well, Deputy," he begins, his voice smooth like aged whiskey. The corners of his mouth twitch up into a devilish grin. "It's your reward, of course. But don't think for a second that I won't get my share of enjoyment out of this too." He leans in a little closer, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. "Now, show me what you've got."
Rising to his feet, the Deputy does as he's told and with every inch of tantalizing skin he reveals, Eddie's hands twitch with the desire to touch. His skin is smooth, the fine hair on it almost golden, with the exception of his chest hair, which is dark and thick. There are beauty marks of all sizes and shapes all over his body, little beacons that call out to him to put his mouth all over them. His body is athletic, arms and legs defined but not bulky like Eddie has seen a lot of cops. Those muscles come from physical work, not pumping at the gym.
Eddie's favorite part, though, are the Deputy's legs. They seem to go on for miles, the golden hair and thick thighs make his mouth water. He wants them wrapped around his waist as he pounds into the tight heat of what must be a virgin ass, eliciting broken moans and high-pitched whimpers. For now, though, he'll take those thighs wrapped around his head.
"Come here, Deputy," Eddie says, patting the bed next to him. "Let's see how good you can be for me." He can't wait to feel those strong thighs tremble around his head as he shows Deputy Tillman exactly how good his tendencies can feel.
With a slight hesitation, the Deputy crawls onto the bed, his movements a little awkward without his clothes on. But Eddie doesn't mind. It's just another sign of how new this is for him, how far out of his comfort zone he is. And Eddie likes that about him. The way he's willing to put himself out there, to try something new and scary. It's unexpected, but endearing. It makes Eddie want to reward him all the more.
He guides Tillman until he's straddling Eddie's chest, his knees resting on either side of his shoulders. His cock is hard and leaking against his belly and Eddie can't resist reaching up to wrap a hand around it, giving it a light squeeze. Tillman hisses at the touch, his hips jerking forward into Eddie's hand.
"Easy, Deputy," Eddie says, his voice low and soothing. "I told you, this is your reward. Just relax and let me take care of you."
Then he begins to stroke Tillman in earnest, his hand moving up and down his length in a slow, steady rhythm. He watches Tillman's face as he does so, watching as his eyes flutter closed and his lips part with a soft moan. The sight sends a rush of satisfaction through him, knowing he's the one making the Deputy feel this way.
But it's not enough. He wants to taste him as well. He wants to feel the way Tillman tastes on his tongue, the way he squirms and moans as Eddie takes him in his mouth. He wants to hear the way Tillman curses under his breath, the way he begs for more.
So he leans up, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Tillman's cock before taking him in his mouth. The taste of him, salty and a little sweet, is intoxicating and Eddie moans around him, the vibration causing Tillman to gasp and buck his hips forward. But Eddie holds him steady, one hand on his hip as he continues to suck him off.
The sounds Tillman makes as Eddie works him with his mouth and hands are music to Eddie's ears. He can feel the way Tillman's body tenses under his touch, the way his breath hitches every time Eddie does something he particularly likes. And Eddie uses all of this to his advantage, learning what makes Tillman tick, what makes him moan and gasp and beg for more.
It's not long before Tillman is coming undone under Eddie's touch. His moans grow louder, his hips start to move in time with Eddie's strokes, and his fingers clutch at the sheets beneath them. And when he comes, Eddie swallows him down, his own cock throbbing in response to the sight of Tillman losing himself to pleasure.
But even after Tillman's body goes slack, Eddie doesn't stop. He licks him clean, pressing soft kisses to his sensitive skin until Tillman is squirming and whimpering beneath him. Only then does he pull back, his eyes meeting Tillman's as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"That was your reward, Deputy," he says, his voice low and satisfied. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
The look in Tillman's eyes tells him he did, even if the Deputy can't find the words to say it. And that's more than enough for Eddie. Part of him thinks he'd actually like the Deputy to stay the night, to get comfortable under the blankets with a warm body in his arms for the first time in a long time. It's been a while since he felt connected enough to someone to let them stay close after they both got what they wanted out of their hookup.
Even longer since the last time Eddie considered a next time. And then another. It's a slippery slope, he knows, so he does the only logical thing.
He taps the thighs that are still clutching his shoulders until Tillman falls to the side and lies down beside him. Without looking at the other man, Eddie says, "I'm going to take a shower. I think it's best if you're gone when I get back."
Stripping off his clothes as he makes his way to the tiny bathroom, he continues to look everywhere but at the naked, beautiful man on his bed. They've both had their fun and now it's time to move on. Easy as that, right? Right.
Or not, because just as he opens the door to step out of the room that smells of sweat and sex, a deep, gravelly voice stops him.
"What's your name?"
Shit.
"Why? So you can look me up? Arrest me as soon as the sun comes up on some trumped up charge of sucking your dick?"
Maybe that's unfair, but in his experience you can't trust a cop, and it's on him that he forgot that, even for a second. That's what he gets for thinking with his dick.
"No," Deputy Tillman replies, his voice surprisingly soft. "I just want to know the name of the guy who just blew my fucking mind, is all."
And that's...huh. Eddie doesn't even know what to do with that.
"It's Eddie."
"Just Eddie?"
"That's all you need to know so you can moan it the next time you jack off, sweetheart." He turns around with a smirk as he says it, but he'd be lying if he said the thought of Tillman moaning his name didn't do it for him. If a next time wasn't such an epically bad idea, he'd like to hear it himself as he takes the man apart.
"Maybe I will," the Deputy replies, and Eddie wants to believe him. "Next time you should call me Gator, ya know? Only fair."
Next time?
"There won't be a next time, Deputy. This was a one-time thing."
And damn it, he shouldn't have turned around, because the look in Gator's-no, Tillman's-eyes is hurt.
It's not that Eddie enjoys hurting the guy, but it's better this way. Safer.
"Goodbye, Gator." He says as he steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind him.
The hot shower feels good, relieving some of the tension that had crept into his shoulders and neck after their conversation. He loses himself in the task of getting clean, scrubbing away the remnants of the night, and when he steps back out into the empty bedroom, he almost feels like himself again. The last few hours hadn't been how he expected to spend his first night in this shithole of a town, but he can't say he regrets a single thing.
As he settles into the soft mattress, he can't help but think that despite all the trouble, Dickinson, North Dakota might not be so bad after all.
Happy very belated birthday @baronsamediswife 💜💜💜Thank you for indulging me and watching Fargo and Marmalade with me and letting me ramble about how pretty Joe Keery is.
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Layover in North Dakota by littlebitofkeery
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson/Gator Tillman
Additional Tags:
Alternate Universe, Alternate Timelines, Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Stranger things meets Fargo, No Fargo spoilers, Gator Tillman - Freeform, steddie, Lots of Sex, all the sex, did I mention there’s sex?, Gator Tillman is a little unhinged, Post-Vecna (Stranger Things), Not Beta Read, Lust at First Sight, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Love Confessions, Threesome - M/M/M
Summary:
The crossover that a very select group of people will look for, I’m here to serve 😉
This fic ignores the timelines of both shows involved, meets somewhere in the middle of the two.
Eddie Munson needs to get the fuck away from Hawkins. He has survived a near death experience, has been acquitted of the murder charges brought against him, has had maybe the toughest six months of his life. But the cherry on top of the mountain of shit, the straw that finally broke the camels back, was Steve Harrington getting a girlfriend. Pathetic as it is, Eddie could handle the monsters, the lynch mob, the nearly being eaten alive. But he could not handle seeing Steve with someone else.
With $500 of government hush money in his glove compartment, he bids the party and uncle Wayne goodbye. Tells them he needs a break from Hawkins for a while. Tells them he will be back but he doesn’t know when exactly. Steve hugs him, holds him, tells him he gets it, tells him he wishes he didn’t have to go.
Short little blurb under the cut!
He leans in close to Gator, whispers in his ear “you wanna escort me to my chambers, Deputy?”
The flirting has been cranked up to 100 because Eddie wants this guy. This fucking, pretty-eyed-Steve Harrington lookin’-bad boy- potential-psychopath with the Metallica shirt.. who’s also a.. basically, a Cop? What a heady mixture, Eddie’s dick is already half chubbed beneath his ripped jeans.
Truth is, he hasn’t fucked anyone in seven long months. Too busy pining like a pathetic prick for the straight guy back home to even attempt to get his dick wet.
Well, that ends tonight. He’s gonna dick this guy down so fucking good he’ll be walking with a limp for a good while after.
Gator tilts his head, their faces now mere inches apart. His eyes are even more incredible this close up. “Well now, what kinda Deputy would I be if I let ya wander these strange streets all by yourself huh?” He murmurs, wetting his bottom lip before biting it into his mouth.
#we weren't able to find this author here on tumblr#if you know their url or twitter handle let us know!#metaldeputy#steddie#eddie munson x gator tillman#steve harrington x eddie munson#gator tillman x eddie munson#steve harrington#eddie munson#gator tillman#crossover#stranger things#st#fargo#fargo s5#crossover au#stranger things x fargo crossover#munman
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fargo?
eddie x gator when?
edit: it is a thing, apparently
#(that has to be a thing right?)#(edit: yes it's metaldeputy)#eddie munson#stranger things#fargo#gator tillman#eddie x gator#metaldeputy#(kinda)#joseph quinn#eddie in places
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Omega Gator Fic preview?
So I'm thinking Gator arrests Eddie for dealing and they've never met before, maybe Eddie hasn't lived there long or maybe he's just been careful or lucky. Gator doesn't know he's an omega, everyone assumes he's a beta though he likes to think he's just a late presenting alpha. So Gator's arresting Eddie and he smells so good but he's trying to ignore it until he shoves Eddie against the car and is pressed up against his back. He's too close and the scent is too strong, it triggers his first heat. Eddie realizes what's happening and takes full advantage, talks Gator into uncuffing him, flips them around and fucks him against the car while Gator sees his life flashing before his eyes. He didn't even know it was possible to feel this good, but he absolutely cannot be an omega. His dad was disappointed enough when he failed to present as an alpha, best case scenerio he'll disown him...and that's bad enough. He'll lose everything, his home, his job, his family, his chance to prove himself and finally become the alpha that he was always meant to be. Etc. Etc. But he's finding it hard to care about much of anything except for the delicious alpha holding him by the throat and moaning in his ear that he smells so sweet, like cherries.
Eddie would smell like oatmeal raisin cookies to him btw 🙃
#you know that man smells like fruit#too sweet and artificial as hell lol#gator tillman#eddie munson#metaldeputy#gator tillman x eddie munson#omegaverse#omega gator tillman
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eddie x gator brainrot is back in action babyyy
#metaldeputy#three new fics for me in the ao3 ship tag#AND sleaze has two new chapters out of a projected seven?!#blessed be the little freaks#eddie x gator
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I need metaldeputy fics 😔
#I gotta do everything in this bitch of an earth#guess i’ll just die#metaldeputy#eddie munson#gator tillman#gator x eddie#eddie x gator#gator tillman smut
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wip word search!!
rules: go through your wips and look for the words given to you and post a snippet with that word.
i was tagged by the ever-lovely @sidekick-hero, my fellow metaldeputy enthusiast 💟🫶
my words were: breath, hair, smile, fingers, blue, love
putting it under the cut!
breath (from my sailor!steve x rockstar!eddie fic)
Chief Bond speaks up from his spot along the wall. “You assholes are fucked, you know.” and takes a drink from his be-faced cup.
The other four boys deflate a bit more. “Yeah, we kn—.” the shortest of the four starts before getting cut off by the door slamming shut.
Harrington's hands go to his hips once the door is closed, his head hanging with the long breath he takes.
“Ste–”
He whirls around, fury boiling beneath his calm expression. “Whatever extra duty I get for this, you assholes are taking from me after.” he states, glaring at the four younger sailors.
That look on his face should not be affecting Eddie the way it is.
hair (from pt. 2 to my summer fanworks challenge fic)
Robin appears in his doorway, arms crossed across her chest.
He watches her examine him for a moment, then looks away.
She heaves a sigh, “C’mon Doofus, let's get you cleaned up, huh?”
Eddie lets her sit him up on his bed, hunching forward with his legs crossed and arms holding his own chest together. Why does this hurt so bad? It wasn’t even real.
The mattress sinks with her weight when she sits behind him, poking one of her boney knees into the small of his back.
She reaches forward and sweeps his hair back from his face, raking her nails through one side, then the other, slowly detangling it with her fingers at first, before he points out where his hairbrush had been abandoned this morning.
This morning? Was it really only this morning?
Fuck..
smile (from my ghost!eddie fic)
“Hi!” the girl says, bouncing to a stop in front of him.
“Uh, hi? Who are you?”
“I’m Chrissy!” she grins, her smile bright yet slightly crooked.
“Hi Chrissy, I’m Steve, uhm…what the hell is going on? Who are you? Why are you in my dream?”
“I assume it’s because I died at Forest Hills.” She shrugs, as if it was the most benign news in the world.
Steve blinks at her in the darkness, takes in her uniform– “Oh my god, you’re the cheerleader who died! Are you–are you my ghost?”
fingers (from a little thing i'm doing based on a tiktok i saw lmao)
The double doors whir open before him and he grabs up one of the mismatched baskets, nodding politely to the woman manning the one open register as he passes.
He wanders the aisles, drumming his fingers on the metal handle of his basket to the somewhat familiar new Fleetwood Mac song that’s echoing down on him from the speakers embedded in the stained ceiling tiles, when he rounds the corner to the most unbelievable sight.
He literally cannot believe what he’s seeing.
At first Steve thought there was no way. That the frizzy head of unkempt waves before him had to belong to someone other than the one person he wanted it to.
But no. The person’s own basket is dropped unceremoniously onto the floor to whisk their dark hair up into a bun.. and there’s no doubt.
The scarred cheek, the dark brows, the same strong nose...It’s Eddie. The newest, most bat-chewed member of their party, who sped out of town with his uncle as soon as he could (which is more than fair, honestly; he wasn’t going to get anywhere in Hawkins), is dancing. In the middle of the bread aisle. To Fleetwood Mac.
blue (from destiel!steddie / spn!au pt 7!)
He grabs a yellow colored pencil first, scribbling wildly over the page, then drops it in favor of a blue one, scratching that over the whole page as well.
Dustin is watching too, “Where’ve you been that’s blue and yellow?”
Eddie thinks for a moment, “Nowhere that I can remember.”
Will drops the blue then, picking the yellow back up to add a blob of the color directly in the middle of the page.
“Ah.” Dustin says suddenly, “I get it.”
No one speaks for a moment, waiting. “Care to share?” Hopper finally asks.
“He doesn’t have any more green. He’s just using blue and yellow to make it.”
love (from pt. 2 of my witch!au)
“But there are some that are rumored to be true love spells, soulmate spells.” She continues on when she sees the look on his face. “Rumored, Steven, only ever rumors.”
“Okay, so what do the rumors have to say about them?”
“Every spell like that I’ve ever heard of of this nature is specific to each caster.”
“So I’ve had this spell on me for possibly my whole life, and there’s no way to know anything about it or about the caster.”
“...I’m sorry, honey.”
i'm going to tag...@thisapplepielife, @its-steddie-time, @thefatedthoughtofyou, @anthotneystark and @wolfstarendgame!
your words are: ignore, second, road, soil, term, circumstance
#ooohhh this was fun!!!#i had to add some of these into my wips but it actually made me write in some i hadn't in a LONG time#thanks for tagging meee!!!!#wip word search#tag game
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last three lines tag game
rules: post the last three lines you've written and if has been over a week, write something new in a wip
tagged by @starryeyedjanai 💜💜💜
Have the last lines I wrote from my Metaldeputy fic
Fuck, who would have thought that the cop he picked up in a bar in the middle of nowhere North Dakota would turn out to be the sweetest of temptations?
Certainly not Eddie.
"Gorgeous," he praises the man on his knees in front of him, because he is. He looks up at Eddie with wide eyes, dazed, as if he doesn't even know what he's doing here, but likes it anyway. Thumbing his full lower lip until it opens for him, Eddie can't help but want to see how far the man will let him go. When the Deputy sucks Eddie's thumb into his mouth without a second thought, Eddie doesn't even try to stop the moan that falls from his lips. He wants Tillman to know he's a wet fucking dream.
tagging with zero pressure: @thefreakandthehair, @hbyrde36, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation, @puppy-steve, @steddieas-shegoes, @steveseddie and @shares-a-vest
#metaldeputy#gator tillman x eddie munson#gator x eddie#stranger things fanfiction#fargo fanfiction#my writing#tag game
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If You're Not Into It, Just Say The Word by lemmerman
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson/Gator Tillman
Additional Tags: Sexual Roleplay, Handcuffs, Blow Jobs, Praise Kink, Daddy Issues, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied Consent, Sexual Fantasy, Internalized Homophobia
Summary:
When Eddie comes home to find a familiar piece of paper at the bottom of the stairs, he knows he’s in for a surprise in the bedroom.
What awaits him instead of his boyfriend Steve however, is a mysterious stranger who looks just like him but claims to be Gator Tillman, a deputy from North Dakota who wants to arrest Eddie for deviant behaviours.
But maybe, if Eddie plays his cards right, he can use those deviant behaviours he’s so famous for to get himself out of jail free, and get himself off at the same time.
Short little blurb under the cut!
Eddie froze on the spot. "Sorry officer, I thought-"
"How about you let me do the thinkin’, huh?" He slid his hand down his thigh and freed his gun, pointing it in Eddie's direction. It did look very realistic, almost to the point of uncomfortable. "Now, hands behind your head."
Eddie did as he was told, interlocking his fingers. He gave Gator his most sympathetic look. "But officer, I'm a good boy, really."
"Are you makin' fun of me?" Gator asked, stalking forward. "Because I can guarantee that makin' fun of me isn't gonna go the way you want. I'm a winner, and you're a loser – and that's just how it is."
"Are you sure about that?" Eddie teased.
#we weren't able to find this author here on tumblr#if you know their url or twitter handle let us know!#metaldeputy#steddie#eddie munson x gator tillman#steve harrington x eddie munson#gator tillman x eddie munson#steve harrington#eddie munson#gator tillman#crossover#stranger things#st#fargo#fargo s5#crossover au#stranger things x fargo crossover#munman#steveddie#eddeve#eddie munson x steve harrington
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you KNOW i have to ask about the Gator/Eddie fic for wip weekend!!! 💕💕💕
And I love you forever for it!!
So, no words to be shared yet but my friend and I agree that Gator wants to be a good boy so bad, y'know? He just needs someone to put him in his place and lets him prove he can be good, that he's a winner.
But I imagine the opening scene going something like this:
Eddie is just passing through, minding his own business, really. He's sitting at a bar, drinking his beer, thinking about what he's going to do next. Until Gator sits down next to him and Eddie knows exactly what he's going to do next. Or rather, who he's going to do next.
Not that Gator's response to Eddie's flirting is all that welcoming. He calls him names and threatens him, but Eddie's around a lot and he can spot a closeted case like Gator from a mile away. So he plays with fire a little, riling the deputy up and enjoying the fire that burns in those hazel eyes. It's not hate he sees there, it's hunger.
When he gets up to leave, he stumbles and presses himself against Gator's body, whispering that it's too bad they didn't get to play because he knows Gator would be so good at it.
He's not even at his car before he hears Gator following him outside.
#MetalDeputy#yes I will adopt this shipname#Gator Tillman x Eddie Munson#gator tillman#eddie munson#my writing#I can't wait to write Eddie unlocking Gator's praise kink
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UM HOWDY. Tell me all about gator and Eddie. I’m begging on my knees.
WORM! Everything for you 💜 (I'm also damn excited to talk about them for sure)
Thanks to the interest in this particular ship (most requests are for this WIP), I actually started writing it, even though other fics have more of a deadline. Ooops.
I won't lie, it's going to be hard to get Gator's voice here, but I'll try to keep him in character as much as possible. But that's why it will be Eddie's POV. Gator isn't the usual type he goes for, but the guy reminds him of someone from his past, a certain jock from high school who had featured in more than one of his wet dreams. Back then, Eddie had a sneaking suspicion that his advances might not be entirely unwelcome, but he was young and inexperienced and the risk was simply too great.
Gator is as painfully performatively straight as King Steve had been, but now Eddie knows what to look for and he knows what Deputy Tillman wants, what he needs. Even if the man himself doesn't. By the time Eddie gets him down on his knees, he'll know, and he'll be begging for it.
Have a few lines:
And that's why Eddie is sitting in some dive bar, drinking a watered-down beer that's at least cheap, wallowing in self-pity, when Deputy Gator Tillman walks into his life.
At first he doesn't even turn his head to look at the man who just sat down next to him, just nods politely while staring into the smudged glass in his hands. It's only when the guy next to him orders a Bud Light, of all things, that Eddie can't help but snort. From what he's seen so far, the men here are manly men, drinking only the bitterest beer and the strongest whiskey while thumping their chests like apes.
"Something funny, shitbird?" The guy snarls at him.
And here we go again, Eddie thinks, already tired of what's sure to come.
✍️ Ask me about my WIPs ✍️
#wormdebut#gator tillman#eddie munson#Metaldeputy#Gator Tillman x Eddie Munson#my writing#WIP Weekend
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sleaze by thisusernameisunavailable
@thisusernameisunavailable01
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Eddie Munson/Gator Tillman
Additional Tags:
Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe, Bartender Eddie Munson, Top Eddie Munson, Boot Worship, First Time Blow Jobs, Wet & Messy, Coming In Pants, Loss of Virginity, Anal Sex, Gator getting fucked in his stupid backwards hat, Bottom Gator Tillman, Character Typical Homophobia, Gay Eddie Munson, Boot Humping, Multiple Orgasms, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Overstimulation, Barebacking, Rimming, Eddie Munson has a dick piercing, Cute Ending, Daddy Kink, Daddy Issues, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Recreational Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Drug Use
Summary:
In a weird turn of events, Eddie Munson ends up working in a bar at the edge of Stark County in 2018. A bar that's frequented by cops, creeps, and the son of the most formidable sheriff that Eddie's never heard of.
Short little blurb under the cut!
"Evening, Tillman. What brings you to my alleyway at this ungodly hour of the night in the middle of a snowstorm?"
Storm was a strong word. There was barely anything clinging to the ground yet. The wind was picking up quick, though. And Eddie had already seen what wind could do in this type of environment.
"I was just passin' through after handling a situation a few blocks down the county road...thought I smelled a dead skunk. Turns out, it's just you."
"Huh? Oh, this? I found it." Eddie pointed to the dumpster behind him. "Right under there. Weird, ain't it?"
Gator's pretty eyes narrowed. Eddie had to force his face to remain neutral. He was such a hopped up little bitch. Eddie knew a few things about causal substance users, seeing as he was one and sold to a whole lot of them-, he could picture Gator buying blow from him in an instant. He gave off the aura of a guy who acted like a hardass until it was actually time to throw hands.
Then his true self would show. A coddled little piss baby who didn't understand the word no. Like the type of asshole who frequented strip clubs just to shit on the dancers then get tossed out for fondling one of them. That sort of guy made Eddie sick. He certainly wasn't about to go down for one joint at the hands of the Baby Sheriff.
"You think I'm some kind of fucking idiot or somethin'?"
"Well, yeah. Sorta."
#metaldeputy#eddie munson x gator tillman#eddie munson#gator tillman#gator tillman x eddie munson#crossover#stranger things#st#fargo#fargo s5#crossover au#stranger things x fargo crossover#munman#steddie
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WIP Weekend
The most wonderful @hbyrde36 tagged me in the WIP Wednesday but because this week has been hell I didn't get to it. Now it's Friday night here and I'm ready to write all weekend 🥰
That means it’s time for WIP Weekend, which means time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.
Here’s how it works:
In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!
After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.
If you’re reading this, you’re invited!
If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.
WIP filenames (which are often titles as well)
emotional motion sickness
caught in the careless arms of lust again (aka my metaldeputy pwp)
Hold my like a grudge (final part to hold me close I'm shaking apart)
End of beginnings
Metaldeputy: let there be plot
emotional motion sickness (under the cut because it's a bit spicy):
He groans at the thought of wearing Eddie's mark, a visible reminder of the things they have done.
"Eddie, please," he begs, not even knowing what for, only that he needs it, whatever Eddie has planned for him.
With one last lick along Steve's neck, his skin already aching from the abuse, Eddie lets up and leans back, just enough to cradle Steve's face in his hands while the rest of his body remains pressed against Steve's.
"Shhhh," he coos, "I'll give you what you want, sweetheart. I promise. You just have to be good for me, yeah?"
Steve nods without hesitation. He's played enough, now he just wants.
A sweet kiss on the tip of his nose, another on his cheek, the corner of his mouth. "So good for me. Come on, good boys get their reward."
No pressure tags for some of my dear writer mutuals: @starryeyedjanai, @thefreakandthehair, @shares-a-vest, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation, @runninriot, @steveseddie, @steddieas-shegoes and of course tagging @hbyrde36 right back 💜
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WIP Word Search
Rules: Go through your WIPs and look for the words given to you and post a snippet with that word.
I got tagged by my beloved Emmerson @judasofsuburbia 💜 That was so much fun, great choice of words!!
my words to find are: hand, through, night, again, and kiss
hand (from my reverse big bang)
When he looks at Eddie again, he sees that the other man is already looking back at him. A warm smile is on his face, which Steve returns without thinking. It grows even wider when Eddie takes his hand in his own and caresses his knuckles.
"So, I just had at least twenty different conversations with you in my head and none of my opening lines were any good. You were great, don't worry, you said all the right things." Steve laughs at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. He didn't pick Eddie to be a Casanova, but definitely a charmer. And while Eddie is charming, he's apparently also a total dork.
In other words, he is exactly Steve's type.
through (take your time (I wanna cross some lines))
But Eddie knows that's not why Steve cares so much about how he looks. It's Steve's way of putting on his armor to distract from how he feels underneath. Where Eddie uses his loud and dramatic antics or sarcastic wit and sharp tongue to keep people at arm's length, Steve uses his hair and clothes. It's a mask, something to hide behind.
Eddie can see through it easily by now. Sees the soft pinch between Steve's eyebrows, the way his jaw is clenched and his shoulders tight. He notices the redness of Steve's mouth because Steve keeps rubbing it when he's nervous, and he no longer gets annoyed by the way Steve cracks his knuckles every few minutes, just puts his right hand over Steve's and leaves it there while his other hand is busy steering the van.
night (from my reverse big bang)
As they step out into the cool New York night, Steve, regretting not having put on a jacket, feels himself start to shiver. The contrast between the cozy warmth of the bar and the brisk night air creates an atmosphere charged with the promise of the unexpected. Eddie, who must have felt the chill running through his body from the way their bodies are pressed together and their hands intertwined, lets go of Steve to shrug off his own heavy leather jacket.
again (from my Metaldeputy fic)
"I dunno, Sheriff. Maybe you’d rather I show you where I could stick my tendencies instead. I'm sure you can take it like a man, big boy."
Eddie makes sure to lean in again as he says this, letting his eyes roam over the guy's body in a blatant invitation that he really hopes will be taken. It's not like he has any trouble picking up guys, even in the backwoods he's been traveling through lately, though he does have to be a little more careful. But he wants this one, badly. He's sure he'll look like sin on his knees for Eddie, eyes as round and wet as his mouth wrapped around his dick, begging for anything Eddie is willing to give him.
kiss (Final part of my FWB steddie fic)
Crushing on straight guys is nothing new to Eddie.
In fact, he's made peace with it, believing that it won't be until some nondescript future somewhere far away from Hawkins, Indiana, that he'll even have a chance to find someone to love out in the open. Someone he could kiss in broad daylight, maybe not in the middle of the street, but with their eyes open and looking at each other. An understanding between them that their kiss was just one of many to come, hellos and goodbyes, thank yous and I love yous, all said with lips and tongues, without a single word spoken.
no pressure tags: @thefreakandthehair, @starrystevie, @starryeyedjanai, @steddieas-shegoes, @wormdebut, @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe, @klausinamarink, @steddielations
And your words are: breath, hair, smile, fingers, blue, love
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bathed in red and blue light by thisusernameisunavailable
@thisusernameisunavailable01
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Eddie Munson/Gator Tillman
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Abuse of Authority, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Bottom Eddie Munson, First Time Topping, Handcuffs, Gator Tillman Is His Own Warning, Misuse of goverment property?, They're fucking in a cop car
Summary:
Eddie gets taken into police custody over some weed. He never made it to booking, thanks to a deal he arranged with the Sheriff's son himself.
Short little blurb under the cut!
Eddie sat on Gator's thighs in the front seat. The angle was wrong. Everything was uncomfortable. From Eddie's knees shoved in between either side of the deputy's legs and the car's interior, to the way the steering wheel was in danger of poking Eddie consistently in the spine. It left them one position-, which would involve Eddie sitting right on top of Gator's dick.
Although, Eddie knew he found Gator to be kind of hot. Insufferable, sure. Kind of a moron, definitely. But for whatever reason, he struck Eddie as somebody who didn't get laid a lot.
Maybe it was the haircut.
"Do you have lotion or anything in this bitch?" Eddie asked, looking wildly around at the messy interior of the cruiser.
"For what?"
Eddie shot him a withering look.
#metaldeputy#eddie munson x gator tillman#gator tillman x eddie munson#eddie munson#gator tillman#crossover#crossover au#fargo#fargo s5#munman
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