#jesus take the wheel cause im gonna have to interrupt his driving so i can kiss this guy.

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[dominarava]

so i hope some of ya'll remember that wealthy reader fic i was doing for kofi tips cause i did another part after a lot of requests for it to come back :')

im also gonna be posting all the parts together on my AO3 for easier reading

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A high pitch ring snapped her from her rest. Her hand swung over to the nightstand, feeling for the phone and pulling the corded receiver up to her ear.

"H-ello?" She asked in a quiet creaky voice, looking at the digital clock reading 3:37AM.

The voice on the other line seemed strained, "Hey- Its me-"

"Who-?"

"Its Frank- what're you doin'?"

"I was asleep." A pause in the flow of her words clued him into her spiral of worry, "Wait- are you okay? Is something wrong?" She asked sitting up and rubbing her face, taking notice of the heavy rain pouring outside.

"Yeah- I'm fine- just got into some shit earlier and I can't call the old man for a ride-"

"What about Julie?" She asked lazily.

The line went quiet for a long moment before he answered, "I don't want her to know."

A groan escaped her as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, "Where are you?" She sighed.

"The police station."

"I thought you said nothing is wrong!?" She said as she haphazardly pulled on her pants, working around the coiled cord as she kept the phone up to her ear.

An audible sigh could be heard on the other end, "And nothin' is wrong- are you comin'? Or do I gotta walk home in this shit?" He asked as he leaned against the tall window overlooking the torrent outside.

With the muted clicking of her keys tightly bound in her fist, she took a slow breath to settle her nerves, "I'm already on my way- just try and stay dry until I get there."

"You're the best Babe~" At the sound of the line going dead she tried not to let the familiarity of his pet name get to her, but the thud of her heart as she tiptoed out of her parent's place couldn't be shoved away.

Still trying to get over the excited ache in her chest, her car sped on down the road through the rain rushing against her windshield. She was surprised to see him standing out in the rain, waiting for her at the edge of the curb when she pulled up.

Sliding into the passenger seat with light squish of his clothes he gave a sigh, "Thanks."

"No problem-" She answered quietly, "What happened?" The turn of her wheel to head down the street at more reasonable speed this time.

A slow draw of breath told her he didn't want to go into it, "Got in a fight- pussies called the fuckin' cops. Thas it."

The slight slur in his words painted more of a picture than his words, "Have you been drinking?"

Leaning the weight of his head onto the headrest, he gave a slow turn of his gaze to her with an unamused looked as if to say, Duh.

"Right." She huffed letting her gaze flicker from him then back to the road in front of her.

The shifting pass of streetlights filled the car before they disappeared into the distance as they left he city's center. Down a lonely road sat his guardian's home, light still on with the knowing fury his charge wasn't home. A tight anxiety twisted in Frank's gut as the thought of going back in his current state would spell terrible end to an already shitty night.

"Keep driving." He directed in a low tone.

"Why?" The car slowed a little as they coasted by his place, seeing the pacing figure of Clive making a shadow dance across the curtains.

"Cause I said so- take me to your place."

The forward press of his command made a harsh tension run down her spine, "I can't do that."

"And I can't go back there- take me to Joe's then if you're not gonna let me come over."

Taking off back the way she came, she rolled it over in her head if she wanted to give up the opportunity presented. It would be easy to get him in, maybe not so to get him back out in the morning without raising every parental alarm possible. A slow draw filled her lungs as she turned for her place, letting a smirk crawl across his lips at the silent realization.

Hushed steps of his squeaking sneakers crept through the halls of her home, having her lead him up to her bedroom tucked away in the back corner of the house. Being met with the obvious size of her family's wealth almost made him dizzy as she closed the door behind them, briefly considering snatching something on his way out.

"My bathroom is behind that door if you wanna warm up a little." She said quietly, "I'll get you a dry shirt, okay?"

Nodding to her instruction, he shed his wet clothes in there, leaving the door cracked for her to leave the dry garments. Grabbing the largest shirt she could find in her closet, she brought it back over to the bathroom, opening the door to the steamy space. She knew she shouldn't look, but the overwhelming urge to strike a glance at his blurred frame through the hazed glass to her shower was too great. Sweat collected in her palms as she quickly admired the censored look at him she got as she gathered his soaked clothing.

"Don't you have a camera or somethin'?" He chuckled, not turning to acknowledge her directly.

"Sorry!" She snapped before quickly retreating back to her room to hang up the collected clothes to dry without suspicion from the rest of her family.

Laying into the cushion of her bed, the wave of fatigue from having her sleep interrupted crushed her as her eyes closed with the weight of sleep. When the wrap of his arm over her waist and up her chest to pull her against his woke her, she could already feel the urgency of something else rubbing against her rear. Half asleep, she let her hips move with the slight gyration of his into the plush of her ass as an amused huff from him echoed through the darkness of her mind.

"You finally gonna let me fuck you?" He murmured against her ear in a hot breath.

She met him with a quiet groan, "I'm not even alive right now.."

His wandering hand slipped under the cover of her tee to grip at the soft of her breast, earning a gentle sound from her at his warmth. There was no sign of him really laying off as she continued to move and gasp under the swirling fingerprint teasing her nipple and his heavy kisses littering her neck.

"You can't help yourself- can you?" She whispered against the rub of his excitement just urged the moment further.

"I've got you all to myself now, why the fuck would I stop?" He let a groan punctuate his words as he let a hard push of his hips make her shiver.

"Because-" She turned around in his hold to face him, "I don't want my first time with you while I'm a zombie. I wanna enjoy it too, ya know?"

He nodded a little as he listened to her go on, still keeping his weighted gaze on her lips as she spoke, "Just- chill until morning, okay?"

"Mm.. fine. I'm not leavin' until I hit it though, just sayin'."

"Jesus Christ- don't say stuff like that." She huffed with a light shove to his chest as an amused snort left him.

[littlemissvincentvega]

the accident (vincent vega x reader)

“Fuckfuckfuck!!” The car swerves as your dumbass boyfriend yanks the steering wheel left, and you go screeching down the road. You grip the passenger seat for dear life with one hand, the other clamped on the roof handle-- Vincent had just accidentally shot a fucking stranger.

“Baby, I’m tellin’ ya, next time we go to Euro Disney you need to try a Royale with Cheese--”

You scowl at him. “Vince, for the last goddamn time, I’m fucking vegetarian.”

He puffs and blows. “Suit yourself.”

The two of you were parked in a McDonald’s parking lot chomping down on a midnight snack. He had arrived home from a job at just before 11pm, and after lazing about in bed complaining about being hungry, Vincent had driven you both to the nearest cheap drive-thru. 

“The fuck is this you’ve put on?” he sniffs, fiddling with the radio.

“It’s the radio,” you sigh, and he gives you a look. “Fuck you.”

He puts a hand on your thigh, mindlessly stroking his thumb along it as he concentrates on his fatass burger. You do the same with your fries, your right hand over his. There’s always something calming about eating junk food in the car together, and it’s something you and Vince did fairly often. Content in that moment, you gaze up at the blackened sky, when--

“Can you shut your fucking mouth when you’re eating please?” you huff, jerking your head round at him. His cheeks are stuffed with food, and he looks at you, eyes wide and offended.

“What?!” he spits, bits of food spewing through the air.

You cringe at him. “Oh my god, just chew with your mouth shut, you’re driving me nuts!”

“Christ, sorry.”

Not feeling so hungry any more, you dump your leftover fries in Vincent’s lap and rest your head on his shoulder. “Thanks for my food.”

“Mhm,” he mumbles, chewing. “Baby, wanna go for a little walk before we head home?”

“Sure,” you grin, kissing his cheek.

After he’s finished snacking, Vincent steps out of the car and comes round to your side, opening the door for you like a true chauffeur. He offers you a hand, smirking, and as you take it, kisses yours. You giggle, letting him spin you around in a dance, and take his hand. “Honey, you’re hot,” he says, followed by a long, rumbling burp and a childish giggle.

“Jesus, Vince,” you grin, shutting the car door and dragging him across the street. Living in Burbank had its perks, one of them being super close to the beach-- midnight walks along the shore were the reason Vincent thought he was a (as he put it) ‘natural romantic’. Bearing in mind this was the same guy who gave you all the gory details of when he accidentally blocked up Jules’ toilet. “C’mon, I wanna go walk along the shore.”

“Of course, baby.”

You excitedly lead him down to the beach, kicking off your shoes (there was nobody else on there) and feeling the cold sand between your toes. He does the same, bending down to take off his socks while you skip closer to the shore, shivering from the slight chill of the night. Not a minute passes and he jogs down, joining you. “Nights like these, huh,” he smiles, letting you cling to his arm as the two of you slowly walk along the beach. “Natural romantic, I told ya.”

“Sure,” you giggle. As the two of you enjoy your little stroll and have one of your mindless conversations, you tug on his sleeve. “Did you bring your gun?”

“Uh huh, why?”

“Just in case.”

With a smug look on his face, Vincent pulls out his gun and suddenly grabs you, pulling you close to him and prodding it against your waist. “I’m takin’ you captive,” he giggles.

You roll your eyes, smirking. “Why?”

His grip on you softens for a moment while he thinks. “Uh... havin’ too good a tits?” he grins, giving one of them a squeeze.

“Sleaze.”

“Aw, c’mon baby, you know I’m not with ya for your tits!” he protests. “I mean, you’re good at blowjobs too!”

“I know,” you smirk. “Anyway, you can’t shoot me, I’d stamp on your throat as a ghostie.”

“You wanna bet?” 

“No, I fucking don’t!”

Vincent chuckles to himself. “Suit yourself.” He fucks about with his gun as the two of you begin a steady walk back to the car, throwing it between his hands like a child-- it was as if he was trying to make himself look like an idiot.

“How old are you?” you scoff.

“Old enough to be your da-” he begins, but is interrupted by a deafening BANG! that almost knocks you off your feet. Looking at each other in horror, you and Vincent slowly turn to the man the bullet hit-- he’s sprawled on the sand, not moving.

“Vince...”

Your boyfriend looks around frantically. “Fuck, oh fuck, baby, what the fuck did I do?!” he panics, pacing back and forth. Luckily for you two, there’s nobody else to be seen, though you’re both spattered with blood (and a little bit of brain). After locking eyes with him for a couple of seconds, your instincts kick in and you grab his hand, running as fast as you can back to the car and dragging him behind you. He swings the car door open for you. “Get in, quick, baby,” he ushers, scanning the area.

As the car screeches around the corner, Vincent fumbles around the side compartment and yanks out his cellphone, shoving it in your hands without looking. “Call Jules, tell ‘im to tell Marsellus what the fuck just happened ‘cause no way am I gettin’ fuckin’ caught, nuh-uh, not today,” he rambles.

“Shut up and focus on not crashing the fucking car,” you say, dialling Jules’ cell. It doesn’t take long for him to pick up, like usual. “Jules? Can you hear me?”

“Vince, it’s fuckin’ one in the mornin’, fuck you, man, the fuck d’you want?!”

“Nonono, it’s me, it’s (Y/N), we’re in a situation, Vincent just shot a guy by accident again and told me to call you!”

You hear him sigh. “Shit. Where are you?”

“I don’t know, we drove off as soon as we could, uh, there’s like, blood all on us and stuff, I’m freaking out, he’s driving like a maniac, I don’t know what to do!” you cry, your breaths becoming hitched. 

“Alright, alright, be cool, (Y/N), I’ll call Marsellus now and tell him what the fuck happened. Tell that dumb motherfucker to go home and wait there.”

Anxiously, you gulp. “I will.”

“You cool?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, sweetie. Stay cool. I’m callin’ Marsellus right now, okay? Tell that fucker to drive safe.”

“I will,” you say. “Thanks Jules, bye.”

“What did he say?” Vincent asks, a little bit calmer than before. 

“He said he’s calling Marsellus now, and that we should drive home and wait there and you need to drive safely and I need to be cool.”

“Fair enough. I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s cool. I’m cool, we’re cool.”

The usually five minute drive home seems so long and drawn out with the panic you two are in, but soon enough he pulls up in his usual parking space, slamming his foot on the brake and jerking you both forward. Without a word, the two of you immediately get out and speedwalk (arm in arm, ain’t no situation gonna kill your romance) into the apartment complex he lives at, then dash to the elevator. As the doors close, you both let out sighs of relief, looking at one another tiredly. “The fuck did we just do, baby?” 

“I don’t know, it’s scary,” you sniffle, clutching onto his hand timidly. He rubs his thumb against your hand, looking at you with a layer of guilt in his eyes-- Vincent never wanted to hurt you. True, he could be an insensitive asshole sometimes, but it was never his intent to upset you.

“I’m sorry, honeypie, it’ll be fine, it always is, huh?” he assures you, and the elevator doors open at the seventh floor. Hurriedly, he heads to his apartment (no. 52) and fumbles with his keys, trying to unlock the door. You trail behind him and as he opens the door, follow him into the apartment, still anxious. “So, uh, the fuck did Julie say again?” he asks.

The two of you go to his bedroom (well, your bedroom, as you always say, seeing as you stayed there often enough it was practically home) and you join him in sitting on the end of the bed. “We just have to wait at home, I think?”

“Alright.” He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close. “I’m really sorry, lemonpie.”

“It’s fine, I just feel bad for the fucker you shot.”

“Why?”

You look up at him, scowling. “Vince, he’s a fucking person, that’s why!”

“Oh, yeah.”

Vincent was a sweetheart really, but he always found new ways to surprise you with his dumbassery. “God, look at your hair, look at all that shit-- let me comb it, babe, please!” you beg, burying your head in his neck and kissing it softly.

“Fuckin’ Christ, alright,” he huffs, and you jump up, fetching the comb from his en-suite. With a grin on your face, you kneel behind him on the bed, dragging the comb through his knotted, greasy (and not to mention bloody) locks. “Hey, not so violent, baby!” he cringes.

“Should’a thought of that before you chewed with your mouth open,” you retort.

“I said I was so--” he begins, but you flick the back of his head with a smirk. “Y’know, you’re bein’ a real little shit tonight.”

“You’re the one who shot an innocent stranger.”

“How the fuck d’you know he was innocent?!” he says defensively, turning around to face you. “I could’a done the world a favour there!”

“Well we’ll never know because you didn’t give the bastard a chance!”

Defeated, he turns back around, miffed. “It was only an accident,” he mutters under his breath. 

“Are you done complaining yet?”

“I’m not complainin’, I--”

You cut him off again with a flick to the back of his head, and continue combing out the clots of blood, cringing at the state of it. “Yuck, I think I need to wash your hair, this isn’t pretty.”

“No way, if fuckin’ Marsellus gets here or some other fucker workin’ for him and sees you washin’ my hair like I’m a baby, I’ll look like--” he splutters, trying to think of a word, “--like a fuckhead!”

“You looked like one before you shot that guy, you looked like one while you shot him, and you look like one now,” you retort.

He huffs. “Whatever, just fuckin’ wash it, I don’t even care. In fact, why don’t ya make it bright pink while you’re at it? Make me look even more fuckin’ stupid?”

“I’m tempted, but it’s not worth the effort,” you smile, hopping off the bed. “Wait there, babe.” Grinning to yourself at the opportunity, you head to the kitchen and fill up a large bowl (that you’d usually use for popcorn) with warm water. Sure, it had been overall pretty traumatic, but laughter was the best medicine, right? Giggling, you return to the bedroom and Vincent’s face drops.

“I’m not a fuckin’ dog!”

“I know, I love dogs. C’mon,” you say, placing the bowl on the floor, “dip your hair in, let me baptise you.”

“Fuckin’ Christ. Y’know what? Fine, just ‘cause I complained at you earlier and I’m a good boyfriend,” he growls, yanking off his jacket and leaving it in a scruffy pile on the bed. He lays on the floor and lets you gently dunk his hair in the bowl, then you squirt a little shampoo on his hair, massaging the blood from it. He quietens down after this, and it seemed to you like he was actually really relaxed by it-- you peek round his shoulder and see his eyes closed in contentment.

“You like it?”

“Mhm. Feels nice.”

Smiling, you run the comb through his hair again, and the blood seems to be coming out nicely-- though the moment is ruined when the door swings open and Winston Wolfe (along with Jules) struts in, followed by a burst of laughter. “Christ, Vega, is this a ladies’ salon?” Winston titters, and Vincent lets out a tired sigh.

“No!”

Jules can hardly contain himself. “Jeez, man, I was gonna leave it to Mr. Wolf to deal with this and go back to sleep, but man am I glad I came along!”

“It’s not fuckin’ funny!”

“Actually, it is,” smirks Winston. He looks across at you. “Honey, you wouldn’t fetch me a coffee, would ya?”

“No problem, Mr. Wolfe. Lots’a cream, lots’a sugar?” you grin, and he nods approvingly. This wasn’t the first time you’d met him and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last time, not with Vincent’s stupidity. As you totter off to the kitchen, Vincent stands up, scrubbing his hair sheepishly with a towel.

“She made me let her do it,” he mutters, giving the two guys a look.

“Hey, hey, leave the lovely lady alone. That girl just watched you shoot some innocent motherfucker and offered to wash that shit out your hair, so be fuckin’ grateful,” Winston growls. 

“Yeah, man, you want me to tell her you been shit talkin’ her?” Jules taunts.

“Fuck you, man, I wasn’t shit talkin’ her, fuck you!!” 

“Alright gentlemen, stop with the arguing and let me figure somethin’ out,” says Winston. “So, uh, bet it’s been a while since you’ve had shampoo on that greasy mop’a yours, huh?” 

Jules chuckles and, cursing under his breath, Vincent storms out to the kitchen, where you’re stirring the guys’ coffees. “Baby, tell ‘em to stop makin’ fun of me,” he whines, leaning against the counter.

“Christ, Vince, I’m not your mother, this isn’t a playdate!” you exclaim, rolling your eyes. It shuts him up for a moment.

After looking rather docile, he shuffles over to you. “Can I have a cuddle or somethin’?” he mutters.

“What was that?” you tease, putting a hand behind your ear.

He clears his throat. “Can I have a cuddle?”

Smiling, you wrap your arms around him, letting him cradle you. The two of you stand there swaying gently, his chest rising up & down beneath your head, and he lets out a sigh. Feeling guilty about the whole situation, Vincent squeezes his eyes shut. “I love you, honeypie,” he mumbles.

“I love you too,” you grin, stepping on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek. 

“Aaaawwwwwwwwww,” a voice says, and you turn to see Jules and The Wolf standing in the doorway, cackling away to themselves. “Love’s young dream,” Winston smirks. 

Almost instantly, Vince lets go of you and goes into defensive mode. “Fuck you man, fuck you!”

“No, it’s rather sweet, really. You love your little lady.”

“I know, shut up!” he complains, avoiding their eyes. “Can we just sort this shit out please?”

“Hold your fuckin’ horses, I need my coffee,” says Winston, smiling at you as you pass it him. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“No problem, Mr. Wolfe,” you smile.

“Oh, and good job on that asshole’s hair,” he adds, nodding at Vincent, who can’t help but snap.

“Fuck you!” 

[hoppers-donut-blog]

Blizzard Warning

Hopper x Joyce

NSFW

Word Count: 2,002

Summary: After an important blizzard warning hits Hawkins, Indiana, Joyce and Hopper are forced to share a bed in a motel.

Happy Birthday!!!! @this-is-allison 

The voice that spoke out of the radio was muffled by static,

“Weather update, blizzard warning in effect for the next 12 hours. Make sure you’re off the road folks, there’s no sign of the snow stopping soon.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, “Did you hear that Hop? We can’t drive in… this!” She motioned her hand at the windshield, whose wipers were trying their hardest to swat away the falling snow.

“Yeah… We’re still a good… hour away from your place,” He casually flicked the windshield wipers up another notch. “But…” he started, taking note of the very concerned Joyce Byers sitting next to him, “there’s a motel ‘bout  10 miles from here.”

“How the hell do you know that?” She scoffed, tugging her jacket around her shoulders tighter.

“Umm, experience.” He replied, sounding more like a question that an answer.

“Pfft, I see how it is Hop.” She slapping his shoulder, chuckling lightly. “Do the rooms have phones? To ya know… call—“

“To call Will and Jonathan? Yes. They do.” He smirked. She was so damn predictable at times. And so damn precious. “El is… with the boys.”

“Mhm, thanks Hop.” She rolled her eyes, still holding a slight smile on her lips. “You can be such an asshole sometimes but… you’re a really great friend.” She cautiously laid her hand on his knee, slowly brushing her thumb back and forth.

He took in a deep breath, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth. A great friend. He went out of his way, nearly got killed twice, to save her and her boy. And all he is to her is—

“I mean it. Thank you Hop,” Joyce smiled, leaning closer to him and gently placing a kiss on his bearded cheek. “for everything.” Her grip on his knee tightened. Barely noticeable really. But his nerves were on end, feeling every little movement her finger made.

“I love—“ I love you. “this song.” He turned the volume dial so the current, static filled song, blasted through the speakers of the Blazer. Truthfully the song wasn’t very good, and after the chorus he turned the volume back down.

"Nice song.” She joked, scrunching up her nose.

“Kinda shit wasn’t it?” He laughed along with her, hoping that she would think his ‘I love this song’ was ironic.

“Really shit.” Joyce nodded. Her hand subconsciously slid up his thigh whilst they were laughing.

He murmured to himself, switching his gaze from the road to her hand for a brief second. Her fingers rest on the side of his thigh, meanwhile her palm laid on top.

“Oh, Jesus. I’m sorry.” She stuttered profusely, pulling her hand onto her own thigh. Joyce had heard him. “I didn’t notice… I..”

“Yeah it’s just… You know. When I’m driving…especially in these conditions. It’s a little hard…”

“What’s a little hard?” She said under her breath, smirk creeping on the side of her face.

“A lot of things are hard right now.” He said, white knuckling the steering wheel.

Joyce blushed furiously. “Jesus…” She blinked harshly, shaking her head. She could feel from the heat on her face. She was blushing.

A few moments later Hopper maneuvered the Blazer into the parking lot of the motel. He made sure Joyce got out of the truck safely before he stepped into the motel.

“Hey! Ummm, are there any rooms available?” Hopper said, both his hands digging into the pockets of his blue jeans.

“Jim Hopper! I’ll be damned.” The man who ran the front desk had a grainy, unpleasant sounding voice. “Room with a single I suppose.” He said as his eyes scanned the two, wearing a sly grin.

Hopper looked down at Joyce, whose eyes were already staring up at him.

“Double.” She mouthed.

“Actually… not tonight.” He forced a laugh, “Double please.”

The man glanced down at the paper on the desk. “Im awfully sorry but the only room available is a single, sir.”

“That’s alright,” Hopper huffed out a breath of air, “thank you.” He muttered while taking the room key off of the desk.

“Enjoy your stay.” The man grumbled, slipping on a pair of glasses and continuing to read his book.

“Hey Jonathan. Let Will and El know we’re staying at a motel tonight, it’s not safe to drive.” She left a voicemail. There was no answer at the house, but Hopper reassured her that they were probably having too much fun to realize the phone.

Joyce walked over to the single bed and climbed under the covers.

“I can sleep in the chair. It’s ok.” He stated, staring at the mattress, Joyces body tucked under the covers.

“Are you kidding? No way. You’re not sleeping in the chair, Jim Hopper.”

He grimaced, muttering something to himself as he slipped off his shoes and took his wallet out of his pocket and placed it on the nightstand.

Pulling her shirt over her head she said, “How about now?” His eyes instinctively locked onto her chest, but as soon as he realized it he forced them to her eyes.

His eyes widened and face went flush,“You really don’t need to do that—“

“It got your attention.” Joyce declared, unzipping her jeans and flinging them to the floor.

“Fine.” He replied, unbuttoning his flannel. “No way you’re getting me out of my boxers though.” He smirked, unbuckling his belt.

“Damn.” She smiled, eyeing him as he slid out of his jeans.

When Hopper relaxed into the bed, she laid her head on his stomach, positioning herself to face him.

“Finally.” She giggled, gliding a hand up his chest, stopping briefly to rake her fingers through the small patch of chest hair.

“Long fucking day.” Hopper muttered, eyes falling heavy. Her finger drew lines across his jawline, her other hand simultaneously massaging his scalp.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” Joyce said, smirk curling up the corner of her mouth. She began lightly kissing his collar bone, moving her hands across his shoulders. A harsh groan fell from Hoppers lips.

“Bite me.” He growled, watching her eyes flick upwards and lock with his.

“What?”

“Bite me.”

Joyce took his skin between her teeth, biting down. Hopper winced, sucking in a harsh breath through gritted teeth. He felt his cock twitch from beneath his boxers.

“Is this ok?” Her heavy-lidded eyes stared up at him.

“Yes.” He huffed, nodding his head, then letting it fall back. She nipped at his skin around his collar bone, leaving teeth marks and bruises.

Pulling her head up from his chest, she took note of his ragged breathing and his bottom lip bit between his teeth. Her gaze fell to his tented boxers.

“Fuck.” He grunted, pushing himself upwards. He reached for the blankets, pulling them over his lower-half.

She tilted her head upwards. Eyes filled with confusion and concern. “Did I hurt you?” She questioned, flipping onto her back next to him. She laid her head on his bare shoulder.

“God no.” He laughed. “Just you know… friends don’t…” She frowned before he was even able to finish his sentence, fingers caressing his cheek. “…pleasure their friends.”

“Friends? C’mon Hop. We’re much more than friends…” Her hand drifted from his face to his chest, eventually tracing circles on his lower stomach. “…don’t you think so?”

He watched her hand, “Joyce.” Hopper murmured, running a hand through his hair, “what are you…”

She interrupted him, pouting her lips, “I thought this is what you wanted?”

“I really do Joyce, really...”

“Mmm?” She hummed, moving both hands to his shoulders, hoisting herself up to his lap. “I miss you…”  Joyce leaned over, whispering into his ear whilst keeping her ass on his hips, “I wish we stayed together...”

“I miss you too.” His large hand gently held the back of her neck, and she got the message because Joyce slowly pulled back from his ear, crashing her lips into his.

Hopper opened his mouth to release a moan, just enough for Joyce to slip her tongue into his mouth. Hopper breathed heavily into the kiss, sliding his hands over her back. He unclasped her bra, flinging it to the floor. Almost instantly moving his hands to her breasts.

“God Hop…” Joyce sighed, grinding on him. The aching desire within her only burned more when he moved one of his hands to her panties, circling her clit through them. “Stop teasing…” She said on a sharp intake of breath.

Hopper grunted, using his other hand to slide the band of his boxers down past his cock. “Condom?” He exhaled, rubbing himself against her cotton clad folds.

“We’re good. The pill” Joyce said.

Hooking a finger in the crotch of her panties and pushing them to the side, “Ready?” Hopper panted.

“Have been.” She said, mouth curling into a half smirk. Hopper guided the head into her, moving his hands to her hips as she started sinking down onto him. Her jaw dropped, eyes squeezed shut, holding onto his shoulders, feeling his whole cock stretch her.

“Take your time.” Hopper groaned on a held breath. The grip on his shoulders tightened as she began moving. She rose and fell, ass slapping his thighs as she moved. He sucked and nipped her neck as she rest her head in the crook of his shoulder.

His hips snapped upwards. A long muffled moan vibrated his neck as he fucked into her. She was so close it was torture. “God…” She muttered on a whiny breath, feeling his hand slap her ass. Her legs began falling weak, bouncing on his cock faster, orgasm hitting her like a freight train.

Her walls squeezed around him, causing him to see fucking stars. “I’m there…” The groan he sounded turned to a sharp moan when she bit down on his shoulder. She felt his cock pulse, spilling balls deep inside of her.

Still somewhat sedated from his climax, Joyce found it upon herself to climb off of him. She planted a single kiss on his forehead, then placing her forehead on his. “Jesus, you nearly put me in a damn coma.” He smirked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She chuckled, pulling her head back. “Mmm.” She purred, feeling his hands massage her back. She fell limp into his touch, burying her face in his neck.

“I’m gonna go get a cloth, clean you up, grab some cigarettes and I’ll be right back.” He whispered in her ear, pressing fingers into the back of her head.

She rolled over on her back, waiting patiently for Hopper to return.

When he cleaned her up, Hopper lit a cigarette, put his boxers back on and laid down. She curled up next to him, splaying her arm across his chest.

“… I love you.” He mumbled, running fingers through her hair.

Her eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

“I love you.” He repeated, looking directly into Joyces eyes.

“You love me?” She questioned, plucking the cigarette from his lips, drawing a groan from the loss from him.

“Yeah.” Hopper spoke, “Why are you surprised? You’re sexy, beautiful and brave. Really damn brave.”

“I’m sexy?” Joyce giggled into his neck, briefly kissing his neck.

“Fuck… really sexy.”

She let out a full laugh, raising her eyebrows high, passing the cigarette back to him. “You’re pretty damn sexy yourself, Hop. The beard, the ass,”

“My ass?” Hopper questioned loudly after taking a drag, chuckling slightly.

“Oh yeah!” She laughed at his expression, "You have a nice ass!”

“Why my ass?” He said, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“Have you ever seen it?”

“I mean, I don’t study my ass in the mirror.” Hopper laid his head back on the pillow, continuing to run his fingers through her hair.

“Your ass is sexy.” Joyce declared, hugging her arms around his waist, pressing a long kiss to his cheek.

“Ok? Yours too?” He snickered, handing her the cigarette again, unoccupied hand tracing circles over her back.

“Thank you.” She exhaled with the smoke.

“You’re not gonna question me?”

“Nope.”