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VOL. 1 — [MALE ONLY]

[VOL. 2– (FEMALE)]

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includes: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Argyle, Gareth Emerson, 001/Peter, Enzo/Dmitri, Jim Hopper, Officer Callahan (MORE IF REQUESTED)

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⥤ STEVE HARRINGTON

fucking in the backseat of steves car.

steve being rough, hella rough with you.

steve thrusting into you up close.

steve worships your body, like treasure.

⥤ EDDIE MUNSON

eddie messing you up with his man bun.

eddie puts you in more than one position.

eddie fucking you while standing.

eddie having you on top while his thrusting into you.

⥤ JONATHAN BYERS

jonathan let’s you rub yourself on his cock.

jonathan and you working together; teamwork.

gamer!jonathan breeds you in his gaming chair.

jonathan fingering your in his car.

⥤ BILLY HARGROVE

billy feds you his cock.

you giving billy backshots with his shirt on.

billy pounding into you.

billy having you bounce on him in his car.

⥤ ARGYLE

argyle pounds you into the sofa.

argyle cock is too long for you.

argyle cumming in you on the table.

argyle fucking you in his van outside his job.

⥤ GARETH EMERSON

gareth fingers you before having ur back arched.

gareth having his rings on while teasing you.

gareth has you ride his face.

gareth haing you fuck yourself with your plaid skirt that match his sleeveless vest.

⥤ PETER BALLARD/001

sub!peter cums on your breast.

peter devouring you.

peter and you humping back and forward on his dick, while holding hands.

peter just loves eating you up.

⥤ ENZO/ DMITRI ANTONOV

enzo fingering you.

enzo receiving sloppy bounces from you.

enzo getting head from you plus getting to fucking you all in one day.

enzo fucking you hard and deep, as he doesn’t even try and holding back anymore.

⥤ OFFICER CALLAHAN

callahan punishment you for being a bad girl.

callahan misses you & need you in different places.

callahan cant wait, so he fucks you in the hawkins police bathroom.

callahan and your on your honeymoon, having sex.

⥤ JIM HOPPER

jim breeds you in his police van.

jim and you dry-humping.

jim having you ride him, backwards & forwards.

jim has your hands tied up, as he thrusts into you.

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[artiststarme]

Hey Brother

Now with a Part 2!

Thank you to @nburkhardt, @doubleb11, and @straight4joekeery for the help brainstorming! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

It was a quiet night at the trailer park and Steve was looking forward to spending a peaceful night with his boyfriend. Things had been hectic lately between work, the kids, and fielding phone calls from his parents so Steve desperately needed a night to just relax. He hadn’t been able to spend time with Eddie since the week prior during their weekly Buckley-Harrington-Munson movie night and if he didn’t get cuddles stat, he was going to go into withdrawal.

Unfortunately, Eddie did not share the same plans and instead was trying to coerce Steve once again into joining a DnD campaign with him and the kids. 

“Come on, babe! The first day of the new campaign is tomorrow and the kids would love it if you joined. We can come up with a character sheet tonight, we still have time! And I will help you the entire time, it’ll be fun!” Eddie begged him.

Steve shook his head, “look Eds, I really don’t want to play. I’m more than happy just watching you guys have fun. Besides, you know how bad I am at math. I’d be really bad at it.”

“I’ll do the math for you! Come on, your jock prowess will really help you and you’re great at strategizing. What if I postponed the campaign for tomorrow and came up with a one shot instead? Then you would get your feet wet and it wouldn’t be too much pressure,” he jut his lip out in a pout and widened his eyes. It kinda made him look like a dejected rat but in a cute way. 

Still, Steve shook his head. “No, I really don’t want to. Can you please drop this? I just want to watch a movie or something and relax. I don’t want to keep talking about your nerd game.”

All playful pretenses dropped and Eddie’s eyes narrowed. “Is that what this is about? The perfect Steve Harrington can’t play a game for nerds? I thought you were over all that.”

“Eddie, that’s not why. You know I don’t care about that anymore. I like watching you guys play, I just don’t understand it. Maybe some other time,” Steve placated him but it only served to make Eddie more mad. 

“That’s bullshit, Steve!” Steve’s blood ran cold at his words. “You don’t think the ‘perfect jock’ can play a nerd game? That’s just complete bullshit.”

Steve just stood up from the couch and collected his keys from the table beside the door. He turned to look at Eddie and spoke softly, “I’m sorry you feel that way. I’m going to go home.”

“Steve-”

“No, no, it’s uh- it’s just bullshit, right? I’ll catch you later.” Then, he went to his car and headed home. So much for a relaxing evening.  

How could things have changed so quickly? One second they were enjoying pizza and talking about dumb shit the kids had done in the past week and in the next they were arguing about nerds and jocks, the dumb shit from high school that didn’t mean anything. It’s all such… bullshit. He thought he was over all of that meaningless high school drama yet here he was. He was still messing things up without even trying. He should’ve just sucked it up and agreed to play the dumb game instead of ruining their night. No wonder Eddie was so mad at him.

When Steve got home, it was to a dark and empty house. He was alone once again with his parents on some trip, his boyfriend mad at him, his best friend out of town, and the kids no longer needing a babysitter. He hated this cavernous house, the bareness on the walls, and the emptiness that matched the feelings in his chest. He just wanted to go somewhere else, to be welcomed into another house that wasn’t so devoid of character. He thought that would be Eddie’s trailer but he wasn’t so sure anymore. 

He was torn from his thoughts at the ring of the landline. Steve considered not answering it, thinking it may be Eddie trying to apologize or rag on him some more. After his comments of being bullshit, Steve thought he deserved some pettiness. Ultimately though, the Midwestern politeness ingrained in him pushed Steve to answer the call. “Harrington residence, this is Steve. How can I help you?”

“Steve? Oh honey, I’m so sorry to be calling,” a tearful voice murmured. 

It took Steve a moment to place the voice but when he did, a strum of anxiety skittered across his chest. “Aunt Becky? What’s going on, are you okay?”

“Sweetheart, it’s your grandmother. She’s in critical condition and the doctors say she could pass at any time now. I already called your parents and they’re on their way. Honey, if you want to see her, you should come now.” 

Steve’s heart dropped. His mother’s mother, his grandma, had always been his favorite. She babysat him when he was younger, called him every few weeks to check in, and sent him the most thoughtful presents on his birthday and Christmas. Despite the chaos of his personal life at the moment, he had to go see her. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t get to say goodbye to her after all she’d done for him. 

“Um, okay. I’ll head up there now and I can be there in a few hours. Do you-do you need anything?” He asked his aunt. 

“No, that’s okay. Drive safe and let your brother know, okay?” 

Steve nodded in response before remembering that she couldn’t see him. “I’ll call him. See you soon.”

Steve hung up the phone before immediately picking it back up to call his brother. They weren’t close, especially after the events of Spring Break, but they were still family and he deserved the chance to say goodbye to his grandmother as well. There was no answer on his home phone so Steve dialed 9-1-1. 

“Hawkins Sheriff Department, this is Officer Callahan. What’s your emergency?”

“Phil, it's Steve. I know we’re not really talking but Grandma is dying tonight and I’m going to Illinois to say goodbye. Can you please come with me?”

“Wha- Steve? How do you know? What happened?” Phil stammered.

“Aunt Becky called, she says that Grandma is in critical condition and the doctors say that she could die at any time. If we want to see her, we have to go now.” Steve’s voice was panicked as he spoke. 

“Um- yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll uh, I just need to write a note and I’ll come pick you up, okay? I’ll be there in ten minutes,” his brother comforted, his voice gentle over the phone. 

“Okay, bye.”

Steve rubbed a hand through his hair. Could this night get any worse? Not only was he on Eddie’s shit list, his grandma was dying, and now he had to sit in a car for four hours with his estranged, older step-brother. Lovely that this was how Steve’s life was going, just lovely. 

He threw some clothes in a bag along with his hair care products and a toothbrush and then he sat on the trunk of his car in the driveway waiting for Phil. He didn’t know how long he would be gone but he’d rather be prepared. On the fifteenth minute of waiting, Phil’s powder blue Volkswagen Beetle pulled up to the curb and his brother’s head popped out of the open window. 

“Let’s go, shitface! We don’t have time to waste!” He called obnoxiously. 

Steve grumbled as he got into the car but quieted when Phil handed him a coffee. 

“... Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” he waved away. 

They drove in silence for a few minutes until they passed the Leaving Hawkins sign and Steve spoke up. “I hate the mustache by the way.”

“Why would you say that to me?!”

“It looks like an emaciated squirrel died on your face!” Steve said. 

“That’s rich of you to say when you have so much hair it looks like a helmet!” Phil’s voice raised in defense. 

“That doesn’t even make sense!” Steve sputtered.

They squabbled the entire four hour drive to Illinois and it brought a feeling of levity to Steve’s chest. Despite the circumstances, he felt better than he had in a while and all it took was minorly bullying his brother to get there. 

~*~*~*~

Hopper has never been so confused in his life and that was saying something because he’s gone through some major shit. But getting woken up at the dredges of dawn to a panicked Eddie Munson showing up at his door would do that. Almost at the point of tears, he told him that Steve was missing after a fight they had the night prior and he was worried that something might have happened to him. 

Hopper had to deal with Munson knocking on his door before appropriate business hours, the kids panicking because of Steve maybe going missing, and Joyce panicking that something could be going on with the Upside Down. Why else would Steve go missing?

Things only got more complicated and confounding when he arrived at the station to see a poorly written note from Callahan stuck to his desk. It read, ‘me + brother out of town, gma is sick. B back soon. Toodles.’

So now not only is his kid missing, but he’s also down a deputy, and he’s got the Party breathing down his neck annoying him about it. 

Hopper took a big swig of his coffee and sighed, this was going to be a long weekend.

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[leslie057]

#no he does not

[wireddless]

Domestic Bliss

pairing: Phil Callahan x Reader

word count: 489

warnings: fluff, absolutely none pls enjoy

authors note: creaming over the thought of him as a dad fr, this is super short and sweet, something to get my creative juices flowing again!! anything for phil loml callahan.

@marjorieisreading a year later but i though of your previous request when i wrote this <3

The telltale turn of the doorknob was silent as Phil got home from his late shift. It turns out that your wife having a baby wont buy you much family time when the station was still restructuring after Hopp’s disappearance. Phil had quickly learned to be silent on nights like these, not wanting to risk waking a baby.

It was with a heavy, almost leaden heart that Phil resumed his shifts two weeks after the birth of your daughter. You had assured him that all would well and that you could handle a baby, your baby. He practically wept his first morning back, truly wishing he could stay home longer, but you reassured him that he was still taking care of both of you by going to work.

You never said that you wouldn’t be truly and entirely exhausted however. Phil careened straight to the nursery where he found both of his girls sleeping in the rocking chair, illuminated only by the plug-in nightlight. His heart melted on the spot. Before deciding to scoop Nadine up, he snagged the point and shoot camera from the kitchen to capture this moment.

The flash startled him, but didn’t wake either of the sleeping ladies. Carefully, he set the camera down on the dresser before moving Nadine to the crib, only stirring her a little. Her coos silenced soon after being set down, so Phil felt comfortable enough to help move his sleeping wife.

Your silent groans turned into small vocalizations. “Phil?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Phil’s voice was soft. “It’s me, baby, let's get you to bed, hm?” You didn’t open your eyes to respond, letting Phils arms come up under yours.

“-nd Nadine?” You spoke questioningly.

“Fast asleep, sweetheart.” Phil kissed your head and quickly lifted you so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

With a little ‘hup,’ Phil carried you into your shared bedroom, your head laying on his shoulder with your hair draping down. Gently he tucked you in, repeating his actions just two minutes prior, instead with a grown woman.

The next morning, you woke later than her new norm. Sunlight filtered in through the blinds, and the house was silent, aside from the delicious cacophony emanating from the kitchen. The droning sound and aroma of sizzling bacon flooded your senses, all but ripping a moan of hazy excitement from you. As you shuffled closer to the kitchen, you could hear Phil humming away, and speaking in a small lilted voice to your daughter.

They were beautiful, practically best friends already. The sun lit up the kitchen, and in turn, Phil, in the most delightful way. In one arm, Nadine rested her head on his shoulder, chewing on her hand, and the other arm reached out to flip a piece of bacon with a fork. Illuminated by the sun, his dark curls were unbrushed, and a glowing hue of chestnut.

He wasn't even wearing his glasses yet.

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posting for the first time to say this

as a harvey and callahan girly i need to know if anyone else sees the resemblance 😭🧎‍♀️

[strangerthingslover69]

Hoppers looking for a new secretary ~ part 1

Jim Hopper + Female reader

You’ve always wanted to work at the station but never had the chance due to Hopper not liking you for some reason. That was until you heard Flo was retiring, you jumped at opportunity! You knew Hopper would never agree to an interview so you had to think outside the box. Little did you know how much Hopper actually liked you and he not impressed when he learns how you got the interview in the first place

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ drinking, swearing, angst and smut ~

You were at the bar drinking alone when you overheard officer Callahan and officer Powell talking about Flo’s retirement party. You couldn’t help but smile yourself. ‘Only thing it’s gonna be hard finding someone to replace her. Not many people wanna be the chiefs new secretary’ you heard Powell tell Callahan. ‘True. He’s either slept with half of the applicants or pissed them off. He’s given up looking so he’s left it to me!’ Office Callahan says huffing. You order another drink and make your way over to the men. Best flirty smile on your face. ‘Evening fellas, mind if I join you?’ You ask taking the empty seat next to Callahan. He was the easier one to crack. ‘So how are you fine gentleman doing this evening?’ You ask taking a sip of your drink, playing with the straw with your tongue looking up into Callahans eyes. He’s crumbling already. Powell rolls his eyes, ‘yeah good thanks Y/N but I’m gonna call it a night. Mrs is expecting me back now. Night Callahan, night Y/N’ off he left. ‘Night’ you both reply. Well this got a lot more easier. ‘Things are good Y/N, what about you?’ He asks nervously. You knew he liked you, well to be honest he liked any pretty woman that spoke to him. He was a sweetheart and you did feel bad but you wanted that job so much. ‘I’m even better now it’s just us’ you lean closer resting your hand on his thigh giving it a little squeeze. ‘Y-yeah, me too’ he takes another sip of his drink. ‘Sooo… I heard about Flo’s retirement. Bless her bet she can’t wait!’ You say as your hand moves slowly up and down stroking his thigh. You see his forehead starting to sweat. As he starts to speak you stand up takin a napkin from the table. You stand in between his legs leaning in, wiping his forehead. You chest pressing near enough on his. He gulps as you let out a breathy moan. ‘I guess you guys need a replacement for her? How’s that going, I personally would love that job. I think I’d be a right fit, don’t you?’ You say to him. Your still stood in between his legs, your hands now resting on his shoulders. You pull yourself so you chest is now directly pressed on him. ‘Y-yeah would you?’ He asks with a stutter. Bless him you think. Your hand reaches to twiddle his hair, ‘yeah. But I don’t think I can get an interview unfortunately. Hop won’t let me have one. I don’t know why. I’m not a naughty girl, am I?’ You question him biting your lip. ‘N-no not at all. I-I think you’d be g-great for the position.’ As he speaks you lean in to his ear and whisper, ‘what position is that officer?’ You see goosebumps go down his neck and he shivers. You lean back and look into his eyes, ‘I personally love working on top of people, just so they know I’m in charge.’ You causally say. He’s a goner now, he can’t even speak. You move his hands on to your but. He moans and squeezes your cheeks. ‘I-i can get you the interview. N-not a problem at all!’ He blurts out quickly as you lean your lower part of your body so your directly on his crotch. ‘Really! I would be forever grateful officer. I can show you how grateful if you want?’ You say seductively to him. All he can do is nod. You move back and take his hand leading him to your car outside. It’s dark and the bars nearly empty so no one can see. You open the back door and he gets in. You do feel a bit bad using him like this but he clearly wants it and you wouldn’t mind giving him a go.

As he sits up straight you climb in the back and move to sit on top of him. You let out an exaggerated moan. He crumbles. He kisses you on your lips passionately, he’s actually a pretty good kisser to your surprise. He’s a mumbling mess and you haven’t even touched him yet. You move down and kiss his neck sloppily, licking it up and down. You take a big suck, leaving your mark for everyone in the office to see. He moans into your hair. You unbuckle his belt and he slides down his trousers and boxers. ‘Well hello big boy. You kept him a secret officer Callahan.’ You weren’t lying he was bigger than you thought. ‘Fuck, need to be inside of you Y/N’ he said bringing you in for another kiss. You caught him by surprise when you sat back down on his dick it went straight in causing you to moan loudly. ‘No knickers officer. Don’t wear them.’ You whisper as you start to bounce on his dick. It does feel pretty good, he’s not the best you’ve had but least by far the worse. ‘Fuck fuck!’ He moans as he comes in and marks up your neck. ‘Callahan!’ You moan and you move faster in his dick. You can tell he’s close as you feel him twitching. You are going so fast that he has no time to warn you, ‘f-f-fuck Y/N!’ He empties his load into you as you move more slowly. You didn’t get to finish but you can once your home. He leans his head on your chest trying to catch his breath. ‘So what time is my interview?’ You say with a sweet innocent smile. He looks up at you clearly just enjoyed himself a lot as he looks pussy drunk. ‘How’s 11? I-i can pick you up if you want?’ He says with hope. You don’t wanna lead him on even more. ‘It’s okay, I’ll drive, thanks anyway Callahan.’ You kiss his cheek and remove yourself off of him. You feel him dripping out of you already. He sorts himself out and put his boxers and trousers back on. He sits there about to speak but you beat him to it. ‘Well thanks for that Callahan, I had fun. I need to go and get some beauty sleep for my interview tomorrow. I’ll see you at the station?’ ‘Erm yeah yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow’ you can see he looks disappointed. You feel bad. Before he leaves you grab his hand, ‘Callahan. I did honestly have fun. Your a real sweetie.’ You lean in and kiss his lips taking him by surprise. ‘Thanks Y/N. I had a great time too. M-maybe we can grab some lunch tomorrow after your interview?’ He asks with hope in his eyes. You smile warmly. ‘Sure, sounds good’ He wishes you good night and walks back to the bar. You get into the front of your car and start driving home. You know Hopper isn’t going to be happy to see you but you don’t care. You don’t know what you’ve ever done to offend that man but your sure you’ll find out. When you get home you head straight to the shower washing away the remaining seed of Callahan. You think about what you’re going to wear tomorrow and how you’re going to do your hair and make up. You decided to get an early night and plan it out tomorrow.

*Beep beep* your alarm goes off, you set it for 9:00 making sure you had enough to time get everything ready. Even though you had a shower last night you take another this morning. You wash and conditioner you hair, washing your body and shaving too. After you’ve finished in the shower you put your hair up in a towel and wash your face. You lather yourself in body cream, smelling of coconuts and then walk back to your room looking for an appropriate outfit. You decide on a blouse, showing some of your cleavage off, you tuck that into a pencil skirt that rests just above your knee. You add some thin black tights and some black mary janes. It’s too hot for a jacket so you go without. You apply on a small amount of make up, a touch of mascara and ruby red lipstick. You let your hair fall as it’s mainly dry. You brush through it and pop it into a high ponytail. You look in the mirror, ‘You can do this. You would be great for this job. Make it yours’ giving yourself a little prep talk before grabbing you bag and keys. Your a little early so you decide to get a coffee. You grab three more as you decided to get one for Hopper but then you felt bad not getting one for Callahan so you got him one. Then you went back and got Powell one too, as a thank you for letting your alone time with Callahan work

10:45am, you pull into the station and take a deep breath before getting out your car. You grab you bag and the coffees making your way through the doors. ‘Morning Flo, I’ve got an interview at 11? Congratulations on your retirement by the way, I bet you can’t wait!’ You say greeting Flo. She looks up surprised to see you. ‘Oh hello dear, are you sure? Hop hasn’t mentioned it?’ She replies to you looking confused. Before you answer Callahan comes over. ‘It’s all good Flo, I can take it from here, Y/N this way’ you smile warmly walking past Flo as Callahan escorts you to his desk. He smiles nervously at you. ‘Oh I got you and Powell a coffee.’ You say handing them to him. ‘Oh thanks, was just about to get one’ he says taking them from you. He still looks nervous as he sits in his chair. You lean against is desk. ‘What’s up Callahan?’ You ask gulping your coffee leaving your lipstick mark on the lid. He fiddles with his fingers before meeting your eyes. ‘I-I erm, so I told the chief he had an interview at 11 with someone interested in the job….’ He starts. You nod as he goes on. ‘B-but I didn’t tell him it was you. I know he’s a bit well errm strange with you. S-so I I may of not mentioned it’s you seeing him?’ He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes. ‘Oh Callahan’ you say rubbing his shoulder. ‘I’m sure it’ll be fine, he may not like me but he knows I’d be damn good at this job. Don’t worry’ he lifts his hand on top of yours and rubs it. ‘Oh shit’ he mumbles. You turn around and see Hopper standing there, his nostrils flaring as he looks at you. You return with a smile. Just to piss him off more. He makes his way over to you and Callahan. Callahan stands up, ‘good morning chief, h-how are you?’ ‘What is she doing here?’ He asks through gritted teeth. You stand up so you right in front of him, he doesn’t intimidate you but you forget how tall Hopper is. You look up and say, ‘I’m your 11 o’clock. - your turn to grab his coffee - even got you this chief.’ You pass it to him with a sarcastic smile. He ignores you completely. ‘What the hell Callahan. You didn’t say it was Y/N, why didn’t yo-‘ Hopper looks at Callahan a bit more closely. He takes a step towards him. ‘What the hell is that on you god damn neck?’ He basically shouts at him. Oh shit. You forgot to cover yours up. Shit shit shit. Callahan looks at you, ‘oh erm nothing. Just went out last night’ he rubs his neck trying to hide the marks you gave him. Hopper looks at you and noticed your neck. He is not a happy chief. ‘Are you fucki- seriously?!’ He questions you. You stay quiet. Flo comes over to see the commotion. ‘Hop. I get how you feel about Y/N. She’s not your cup of tea sure but she’s the only one whose actually interested in the job. So man up and interview her!’ Flo says and leave the room. You all stand there speechless. Hopper snarls and snatches the coffee from your hand. ‘Let’s get this shit show over with’ he says as he walks to him office. Callahan gives you a loving rub on the shoulder. Hopper turns and cringes at the sight, ‘hello, today would be great Y/N!’ he shouts and turns again. You grab your coffee and bag and quickly follow behind

As you enter Hoppers’ office he lights a cigarette and puts his feet up on the desk. You close the door behind you and sit the chair facing him. You both sit there in silence until Hopper sighs. ‘Look Y/N do you really want this job? Or are you here to fuck me- fuck with me?’ he stutters his words. You answer honestly, ‘Hop, I’m not here to fuck with you. I really do want this job. By the sounds of it no one else does! I-I don’t get what I’ve done to make you hate me?’ You slump back in your chair feel defeated. Hopper sighs finishing his cigarette and stubbing it out. He takes his shoes off the desk and gets up. He moves around the desk till he stops right in front of you. He crouches down and lifts your chin up with his hand so you’re looking at him. His movements come as a shock. ‘I-I don’t hate you Y/N. I never have.’ He says sincerely looking into your eyes. You take his hand off your chin and lean down to talk to him. Your chest right in front of Hoppers face. He tries not to look but can’t resist and you see him looking. You can’t help but smirk. ‘So then chief, why not let me have the job? Why do you not ever speak to me?’ You question him. He rubs his eyes and thinks. When he looks back up at you something has changed in his eyes. Like a switch had been flipped. He leans in so your nose to nose. ‘Oh sweet Y/N’ -his hand coming up and tucking some loose hair behind your ear. - ‘do you know why it’s so hard to speak to you?’ You shake your head. ‘Because every god damn time I do, all I want to do is -‘ he pauses and looks at you dead in the eyes -‘fuck you’. Oh. Oh now you think you get it? He carries on, ‘see, ever since I bumped into at the bar I haven’t stopped thinking about you. - six months ago you bumped into Hopper at the bar, you were flirting with one another all night long. Sure he’s old enough to be your dad but you can’t help it there’s something about him. That night you got so drunk you barely remember anything that happened. - ‘See I know you clearly can’t remember that night. But I remember it too well. Wanna know what happened?’ He asks standing back up. You look up and nod. ‘That night I was pretty god damn sure we we’re gonna fuck. You’d be all over me all night, flirting, teasing, subtile touches now and then. I wanted to fuck you so bad. Before we was gonna leave I went to take a leek. When I came back out you were gone. I looked everywhere in the stupid bar. Couldn’t find you anyway. So I gave up, I went out and had a smoke. I thought I heard someone screaming so I went down to the alley to make sure no one was hurt. Only it was you screaming.’ Oh my god. You remember now. It’s all come back. When Hop left to go pee Eddie came up to you, said a something nice and you threw yourself on him. You went down the alleys and he fucked you hard. You are now realising why Hopper hated you so much. He’d seen Eddie fucking you. He wanted to be the one. You’d basically lead him on all evening and cock blocked him from yourself! You wanted to fuck Hopper but you were so drunk you didn’t even realise. Shit.

You stand up and stop right in front of Hopper. ‘I’m so sorry Hop. I never meant to lead you on. Shit I was so wasted I know it’s no excuse though.’ You say resting your hands in his chest. He pushes you away. ‘So what the fuck happened with Callahan, wasted again?!’ He snarls at you. You’ve had enough of this. ‘You wanna know?’ He nods. ‘Okay. I overheard him and Powell talking about this new secretary job and I knew you’d never give me an interview. So I persuaded Callahan to let me have one.’ You say matter of factly. Hop looks up at you and laughs. ‘You really are a whore aren’t you’ he remarks at you, walking closer towards you. Stalking you in the room like a predator and you his prey. You fall back into the wall. Hopper gets right in your face, his height towering yours. ‘I did what I had to do to get this job.’ you mumbled. ‘So you’d be happy working here? After fucking and using Callahan like that?’ You gulp and nod. You do feel ashamed about what you did but it felt there was no other option. ‘Wow. Your daddy didn’t raise you right’ the words trigger you. ‘My daddy didn’t raise me at all!’ You say angrily looking up to him clenching your fists. ‘Oh, oh! That makes sense. The Princess has daddy issues does she?’ Hopper laughs at you. You push his chest away. You’ve had enough. You are about to leave when he pulls you by your wrist and pulls you into him. ‘Did I say you could go little girl? I have had enough of you being a whore for every other of these fuckers but me. So I’ll make you a deal’ - you look up to him - ‘You from now on will only be my whore. No other guys to fuck. No other guys get to god damn look at you. And you can have the job.’ He says with a sly smile. Your mouth drops open. You can’t believe what you are hearing. You should be offended but your not. Your turned on. You can already feel your thighs getting wet, remember you don’t wear knockers. ‘Well? What’s it gonna be sweetheart?’ Hopper asks. ‘It’s a deal daddy’ you say with a smile

[xpao-bearx]

"Partners In Crime"

Officer Callahan x Bad Girl!Reader

SUMMARY: As the resident "bad girl" of Hawkins, you truly only want one thing: to get into the pants of the resident dorky and dedicated police officer, Phil Callahan (and hey, maybe steal his heart too!).

NOTES: I recently just finished Stranger Things and yeah, great show, but have you SEEN the men??? 👀 Anyhoe, being the ✨️whore✨️ that I am, it really comes as no surprise that I'm simping over all the hot dudes but one of the hotties I've become obsessed with is CRIMINALLY underrated 😭

And so, of course, I took this grave offense ✨️personally✨️ and wrote this lil piece! Though I can't really call it little because it is SHOCKINGLY long (for me) and I sacrificed hours upon hours of sleep 🥲 But hey, when Phil fucking Callahan (and his gorgeous actor John Reynolds) makes you horny and inspired, YOU👏SEIZE👏THE👏GODDAMN👏MOMENT👏

If it isn't already obvious, this fic contains 18+ SMUT AND MATURE CONTENT and it gets preeetty steamy if I do say so myself~ It's also set roughly around Season 2, and I say roughly cuz I suck at remembering plots and shit so I just went with the flow 😅 And as always, PLEASE don't be a silent reader! Likes, comments, and reblogs are VERY much encouraged and appreciated!! \(^o^)/

I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing this baby! This is my first ever humble contribution to the ST fandom and, who knows, MAYBE not my last ;)

In the small town of Hawkins, you were popular as the "bad girl". You were loud, headstrong, and constantly got into trouble--completely unlike any of the "proper" ladies that talked shit behind your back. But the trouble you caused, despite the chaos it unfailingly left behind, was never anything actually hurtful. Hell, you were even caught a few times using your colourful language to make some middle school children cry when you saw them bullying some poor boys (one of them, you remember, being the Wheelers' son who always looked like trouble followed him himself).

A bad girl with a golden heart; a cheesy, living cliché. But that's what you were. You just wanted to have fun, to live in the moment. But in this bumfuck town where pretty much nothing happens before that Byers kid mysteriously disappeared then reappeared, how could anyone really blame you for trying to stir shit up simply for your own entertainment and for your damn sanity?

But some of the locals knew you on a personal level. Particularly, the Hawkins Police Department. Before you stumbled upon Hawkins a few years ago, you were a drifter; chasing after the high of wherever life would take you, free yet lost. Whether it was by chance or by fate, you only stopped at Hawkins to fuel up your motorcycle and have a quick bite at the local diner until suddenly--like something out of those fucking romcoms your mother used to watch--you met him.

Phil Callahan. He was only a rookie officer at the time, having not even grown out his beloved moustache yet. You noticed his police cruiser parked at the gas station with an evident bump on the front of the car. He was fuelling up, but his hand holding the pump was limp and he was as pale as a ghost; eyes comically wide behind his horn-rimmed glasses, brunette locks tousled and sticking out every which way after frantically running his free hand through it god knows how many times.

And staring at this clearly stressed, slightly pathetic man, all you could think was: HOT.

Before your brain could process what you were doing (though, let's be honest, you never really used your brain much in most of your life decisions), you found your feet walking away from your bike of their own accord and towards him.

Once you were by his side, it's only then that you realized just how tall he was. So much taller. He easily towered over you and it made your mind drift to other, much less innocent thoughts.

Namely him bending you over his car and fucking you within an inch of your sorry excuse of a life.

"Can I help you?" Your head snapped up from the stranger's voice, eyes meeting his narrowed ones. And--dammit!--he was much more unfairly handsome up close. His light brown eyes reflected almost green, raising a suspicious brow at you as his lips pressed into a tight line.

"Sorry, Officer--" Your gaze strayed to his shiny name tag, a grin tugging up the corners of your mouth. "--Callahan. I just couldn't help but notice you. You look like you just died inside, man."

His brows furrowed, glancing over his shoulder to the bump on his car before quickly darting back to you. "Thanks for your concern, ma'am, but I'm fine. Nothing a civilian should be worried about, anyway."

"If you don't mind--" You piped up once more as he set the pump away. "I think it's got something to do with that nasty bump ya got there, huh?"

"Uh, okay, actually I do mind." He sighed exasperatedly, no longer able to hide his growing aggravation. Today was just not his day, it seemed. "Ma'am, like I said, it is none of your concern." He put on his police hat, tipping it to you. "Good day."

As he turned away from you, you sidestepped him so that you were in front of him again. Your grin was much bigger this time, practically reaching your ears. "Uh-oh, are you in trouble, Mr. Policeman~?" You purred, one hand reaching out and playfully drumming your fingers along his chest. You intently studied him from head to toe, as if admiring an artistic masterpiece before biting your lip and giggling. "Lemme guess... You're a young, new police officer who doesn't know any better. You got so excited driving a police car for the first time that you drove it a bit too fast and crashed into a tree or some shit. Sound about right?"

His face flushed scarlet, and you weren't sure if it was from the shame of having his dumbass misdemeanor exposed or from your fingers making a shiver run down his spine--probably both.

"How do you--"

"This ain't exactly my first time having a lil run-in with the law, so I know how men like you work." You winked. "Hey, tell ya what, how 'bout I help you? You can tell your other piggy buddies that I'm some crazy bitch with anger issues you caught for speeding and in my oh so scary rage, I purposely crashed my motorbike to the front of your car just to fuck with you. You can even put cuffs on me~"

He blinked, utterly dumbstruck as he stared down at the total menace that was you (and the fact that a certain part of him reacted at you graciously allowing him to cuff you), feeling like forever until he finally found his voice that cracked slightly as he spoke. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Y/N L/N." You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned up on your tiptoes and dangled slightly off of him with the few inches left between the two of you. The sudden action caught him completely off guard, his hands dropping to your hips to support you and making him blush even redder. But you didn't care, smiling mischievously up at him. "Feel free to search me up in the system, Officer. I've got a permanent record, after all~"

And that's how you met Jim Hopper, Calvin Powell, and the rest of the Hawkins Police Department when Callahan brought you with him back to the station. They definitely didn't believe you guys, especially when you didn't have a single scratch on you that indicated you "crashed your bike to his vehicle" (Callahan cleaned up your choice of wording a bit). But it was amusing to see Callahan dragging you along in handcuffs, who appeared all too joyful with a shit-eating smile as if you just won the lottery. Meanwhile, Callahan's cheeks were flaming hot and his voice adopted to a nervous high pitch as he lied to everyone who were just barely containing their laughter.

It also wasn't long before you decided to settle into Hawkins in some shitty trailer park, but you couldn't really complain considering your drifting years weren't all sunshine and rainbows either.

Besides, Callahan made it all worth it.

It wasn't love at first sight, but there was absolutely attraction. Hell, you were practically (if not literally) throwing yourself at him during your first encounter, and after that it would be the same--if not more intense.

You were no stranger to trouble, but often times you would seek for trouble yourself on purpose just so you could wind up in the police station to bother--ahem, I mean, very persistently try to hang out with Callahan. Or you'd just go to the station despite having no business there, but Flo the secretary usually kicked you out before you had the chance to even lay eyes on the gorgeous four eyes.

Today, however, Flo wasn't there. You didn't believe in some higher power, but it was a fucking miracle that you were grateful for and didn't dare to question. And so you more than happily made yourself at home in the station, sitting down at Callahan's desk as you curiously pried into his stuff before a deep laugh from behind you broke you out of your little reverie.

"This is just ridiculous now, Y/N." Hopper shot you an incredulous though very much amused expression. "If you like Callahan so much--which I have no fucking idea why--then just ask him out on a date already."

It was no secret that Hopper can be a total grump, but oddly enough you became fast friends with him. He never gave you a hard time and you never bullshitted him, which in turn formed a weird sort of respect between the two of you.

You rolled your eyes at the huge man, turning back to Callahan's desk and inspecting his assortment of pens--which you thought was way too much and he probably doesn't even use all of them, but that only amped up his dorkish charm to you by, like, a thousand.

"You're one to talk, Hop." You scoffed, snatching a pen and beginning to click it continuously. "I bet your hand's tired from jerking off to Joyce Byers."

Hopper scowled, but a faint rosiness dusted his cheeks. "Okay, first off--" Click. "I do not jerk off to Joyce--" Click. "and unlike you--" Click. "I actually have the balls to ask her out--" Click. "she just hasn't--" Click. "WILL YOU STOP FUCKING CLICKING THAT GODDAMN PEN?!"

You didn't even flinch, casually stashing the pen away in your pocket before you stood and faced him. "Enough about you." You huffed, crossing your arms as your eyes levelled with his. Hopper may as well be a living brick wall walking around ready to punch whoever crossed him, but you were never intimidated by the chief of police whom you've admittedly grown a soft spot for. "Callahan on for patrol duty tonight?"

"Yeah, and you owe me big time." He frowned when you blatantly ignored him, but what was new? "I need as much manpower as I can get to investigate what the hell's going on with the pumpkin patches yet here I am, like a fucking idiot, helping to set you and Callahan up."

"You looove me~" You teased, patting his shoulder and granting him a Cheshire Cat-like grin. "This is all for a good cause, big guy. And just think, the sooner Callahan and I get together, the faster I'll be outta your hair!" You chuckled. "And hey, you're thinking too much into those pumpkin patches. Probably just some pumpkin farmers having a pumpkin war. Go big or gourd home, am I right?"

Hopper watched as you laughed obnoxiously loud at your stupid pun, looking so proud of yourself as little snorts wracked your smaller frame and your shoulders shook from sheer glee. He shook his head, sighing heavily to himself.

"God, I actually feel kinda bad for Callahan..."

•••♡•••

Night couldn't fall any quicker, but once it finally did your entire body was practically bursting with excitement like a child who's about to go out for trick or treating.

You hopped onto your bike, revving up the engine and driving even more maniacally than your Munson neighbour did out of the trailer park. You didn't even keep track anymore of how fast you were going, your hair flying as you raced down the road and were greeted by Halloween decorations strewn about in various houses' lawns.

A few minutes later, you found yourself on the empty road leading out of Hawkins. And just as you predicted--had hoped--the shrill blare of a siren sliced through the air and the all too familiar red and blue lights nearly blinded your vision as a police cruiser followed close on your tail.

You couldn't suppress the giddy grin that tore across your face, slowing down by the side of the road and the car pulling up next to you.

The butterflies in your stomach were doing fucking somersaults now as you heard the car door open and shut close, boots thudding on the ground as your favourite officer approached.

"Well, well, well... Lookie who we have here~?" The singsong voice made your grin widen even more if it was possible, making your cheeks hurt. The beam from a flashlight hit your eyes, and once your sight adjusted there was none other than Callahan, staring down at you with his pretty brown eyes. "If it isn't Lil Miss Trouble."

"Cally!" You giggled like some lovesick schoolgirl, and if we were being honest, you pretty much acted like you are. "Fancy seeing you here~ Halloween ain't 'til tomorrow, so why are ya out on patrol?"

"Beats me." He shrugged. "The chief suddenly put me on duty. Also, you know how much I hate that nickname." He grimaced, turning the flashlight off. It was quite dark, but you could still see him well enough due to a lone street lamp a couple feet away. "Get off."

His sudden commanding tone sent a shiver down your spine, a certain part of you getting wet. And it didn't help that you decided to forgo panties, your slick coating the seat of your bike. You then jumped off, your breasts bouncing slightly. This action didn't go unnoticed by him, his eyes dropping to your chest and trailing down your figure until his gaze landed on your skirt--if it could even be called that.

You were wearing a leather mini skirt that left little to the imagination, hugging your curves just right and showing off your thighs. He thought that if you made one wrong move, you'd flash him your panties; of course, not knowing you weren't even wearing any.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love your moustache?" You purred, heart leaping when he went speechless and his mouth hung agape.

His eyes flicked back up to meet yours, snapping out of his trance. "Only the first hundred times." He then cleared his throat, pointing an accusatory finger at you with a hand placed on his hip like a parent scolding their child. "Flattery won't work on me, Y/N. Do you know how fast you were going? And why weren't you wearing a helmet?"

"I know I was going pretty fucking fast!" You guffawed. "As for not wearing a helmet, well, what can I say? I don't like feeling restricted. I like being free. If I could, I'd totally go naked."

You saw his Adam's apple bob as he gulped at your emphasis of "naked", a death grip on his flashlight as his jaw squared. "That's public indecency." He stated simply. He was getting better dealing with you, but the ever so slight crack in his voice was a telltale sign that you still very much had an intoxicating, beguiling effect on him. "And where the hell were you going? Were you...leaving Hawkins?"

You didn't miss the plaintive way he had asked the question, your heart melting. He cared for you. No matter how much trouble you caused everyone, caused him... He would still check up on you, and you even caught him several times keeping watch outside of your trailer when Will Byers went missing a year ago. He claimed that the police were patrolling every nook and cranny after the kid's disappearance, but you never saw Hopper or anyone else guarding other people's homes like how Callahan did yours.

"I'm not leaving, Phil." You breathed out, nothing more than a whisper as you looked up at him; serious, for once. Because as boring as this town was, you've grown fond of it. And Callahan played a big part in that and even if you weren't together, he was the closest to home that you've ever felt in a long fucking time.

He searched your face for any lies, brown eyes soft before a genuine smile graced his features. "You better not, Lil Miss Trouble." A beat passed between the two of you, breaths mingling together and you only just realized how close you both were standing to each other. He had you caged against your bike, and you had to strain your neck just to be eye level with the tall man.

Then something in his expression shifted, and soon he was drawing away from you. "W-Well, I'm gonna let you off with a warning. Just this once, though! Think of it as thanks for that time--" You cut off his rambling when you reached out, grabbing his hand.

"I didn't leave." You declared, an almost pleading tone in your voice. "So don't leave either, Phil."

For what felt like a dreadful eternity, you were swallowed by a deafening silence. You, who was usually so confident, found your will breaking with each passing second. Your grasp softened until you let go, feeling your heart sink to your stomach.

"...Forget it. Thanks, Cal--" But you couldn't finish; because in a blink of an eye, his lips were on yours. It was brief, feather light. But the chaste peck made your heart explode, and you didn't even question if this was just one of your silly fantasies. It felt too real--too good.

He slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and his warm breath tickling your nose. "I'm not leaving." He murmured, such beautiful, sincere greenish brown eyes locking with yours. "I'm not leaving you, Y/N."

You felt tears prickle your eyes, but before you would ever allow them to fall you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled your nose with his. "Then prove it." And you crashed your lips with his, this time fiercely, passionately. You felt the rough brush of his moustache, but that only made everything feel astoundingly better.

He finally closed the gap between you two, looming over you, the flashlight clattering to the ground as his much larger hands clutched on to your hips before he easily lifted you and plopped you down on your bike's seat. You wrapped your legs around his waist, nipping on his bottom lip that elicited a gasp from him which you gladly took as the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth. His tongue tangled with yours and coaxed it into a sensual dance, earning him a most heavenly moan from you.

You two only pulled away for breath, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues. But his glasses were foggy and tinkly laughter bubbled out of you, feeling like a druggie high off of life--high off of him.

He chuckled, taking his glasses off to wipe them before putting them back on. "Sorry." He smiled sheepishly. "That ruined the moment, didn't it?"

"On the contrary..." You were still laughing, but you held one of his hands still on your hip and guided it lower, lower, lower...until his palm was right on your bare pussy. "You always turn me on, Cal. It's pretty fucking ridiculous, honestly."

His breath hitched sharply when he felt how drenched you were, his pupils dilating and mouth forming an 'O' at the realization that you've been half naked this whole time. He pressed his palm closer to your core, your laughter instantly dying down as his thumb slowly rubbed circles around your clit. One of your hands flew to his hair, something you've always dreamt of doing ever since you saw the incredibly sexy messy state it was in the day you met him. Your other hand clung onto his shirt for dear life, a gasp escaping you as he pinched your nub and began to stroke his fingers along your slit.

He leaned down to your ear, his fingers gradually increasing their pace and you trembled from the pure ecstasy that overcame your senses just from his deft fingers. "You really are a little troublemaker, huh?" He chuckled, voice dropping an octave lower. "You planned this all along, didn't you? Fucking slut..." His lips dragged down your ear to the crook of your neck, biting down and leaving a mark that had you crying out. "My beautiful fucking slut."

"All yours, Officer~" You mewled, your hand latched onto his shirt making its descent to his crotch. You palmed him, feeling his prominent erection aching to spring free as he groaned. "Just be mine, too." You peered down at him, eyes hazy with desire and desperation. "Pretty please?"

"I think I've been yours ever since we met. Not like I had a choice on the matter, anyway." He snickered before capturing your lips once more in a sultry, intimate kiss. Your mouth moved in perfect tandem with his, but you both took your sweet time as everything else faded away. There was only you and Callahan, Callahan and you. And it's all you ever fucking wanted; all you needed.

Not breaking the kiss, you shucked your leather jacket off and carelessly tossed it to the ground. Your hands came up to cup the sides of his face, fingers caressing him tenderly while his hands crawled beneath your white tank top; imagine his pleasant surprise to discover that you didn't wear a bra either.

"Jesus..." He muttered, yanking your tank top up before kneading and squeezing your perfect breasts as his lascivious gaze met your own. "You're gonna kill a fucking cop here." He grunted, making you giggle which immediately turned into an elated whimper as he tweaked your pert nipples.

"Get down. Turn around. Ass up." He ordered, and you didn't at all hesitate to obey. In your haste, you nearly tumbled off of your bike though Callahan steadied you. "Eager, are we, Y/N?" He chuckled, but something about the way your name smoothly, seductively rolled off his tongue had you wanting to fall down on your knees and reverently suck him off instead. But you didn't dare disobey, spinning around with your back to him and bending over your bike.

Though something dropped to the ground as you bent over, making Callahan arch a brow as he picked it up.

"My pen?" He scoffed, and though you can't see him, you can feel his disapproving stare boring into the back of your head like daggers. "Naughty girl, now you're stealing? Tsk, tsk." He flipped up your skirt, your ass now in full view as he licked his lips. His hands groped the pillowy soft flesh, releasing a low whistle of appreciation as he squeezed before suddenly raising his hand and spanking you.

"Ah..!" You exclaimed, looking over your shoulder with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. "M'sorry, Officer~"

Smack! Another slap had you reeling in the best way possible, your pussy clenching at--unfortunately--nothing as you whimpered.

"Uh-uh. Didn't say you could look at me, did I, naughty girl?" He chided, seeing that you were wiggling your ass and trying to inch closer to him.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Three slaps, one right after the other. Your flesh glowed red with his handprint, making him smirk devilishly.

"M'sorry..." You said again, your voice coming out as a meek squeak. But more. You wanted more, more, more. "I'm a good girl, I promise!"

"I'm sure you are~" He hummed leisurely. "Just gotta prove it to me, right, baby?"

Before you had any chance to reply, he prodded your legs apart with his knee and his pants unzipping sounded like the most divine music to your ears. Both of your breaths got caught in your throats as the tip of his cock pressed against your pussy, stroking up and down your entrance slowly, teasingly. Your lustful impatience getting the best of you because, fuck, you deserved this, you were just about to slide down onto him when he suddenly pushed his entire cock in with no warning.

And fuck he was big. Much bigger than you ever fantasized, completely stretching you out as a long moan was drawn out of you and your upper body fell like a ragdoll on your bike. You vaguely heard him laughing huskily before he started to move; carefully, as if he was afraid you might break.

But with you? That didn't last very long, any pathetic thread of patience he had snapping as soon his thrusts started to become rapid, hard, wild--hitting that amazing spot deep inside your gummy walls over and over again, the lewd squelches of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy perfectly harmonizing with skin slapping against skin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck..!" You screamed, toes curling and grinding your ass in time with his thrusts as he watched, utterly transfixed, with how you seemed to just fit him like a puzzle piece; the fucking addicting way you slammed back down onto him, your skin rolling with each bounce, your pussy clenching his cock like a goddamn vice and effortlessly accepting all of him.

He then wrapped a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head before pulling you up so that you were standing and your back was pressed against his chest. He nuzzled his face just beneath your ear, hot pants grazing your skin as he never seized his pleasurable assault to your cunt as he continued to pound relentlessly into you like a beast in heat.

Suddenly, he pressed his pen to your clit. Your eyes widened as you felt the long, thin object rubbing against your sensitive mound, stroking and poking at your folds as his cock drove in and out, in and out.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" He whispered, planting butterfly kisses along the delicate column between your neck and shoulder, his grip on your neck tightening ever so slightly as he humped against you.

"Y-Yes, fuck, yes Officer..!" You choked out, rocking your hips desperately as you could almost see stars.

"Then cum, Y/N."

And you did; your walls fluttered and clamped down on his dick, your body stilling and eyes crossing as waves of the highest rapture coursed throughout your body. Callahan soon followed, a nearly animalistic groan accompanying the spurts of cum that gushed into your deepest, most intimate part as his hips stuttered to a halt.

You basked in silence, revelling in the satisfying afterglow. Then, agonizingly slowly, his twitching cock slid out of you, making you convulse and you could feel the hot cum trickling down your legs. He spun you around and gently grabbed your chin, tipping it up and examining your completely fucked out expression. You stuck your tongue out, and he didn't waste a precious moment as he leaned down and entwined your tongue with his. He held you closely, securely; hugging you to his broad chest as he stepped backwards until his back bumped into his car to support the both of you.

You were the first to pull away from the sloppy liplock, laying your head on his chest and sighing deeply. "That was..." You looked up at him, blinking dazedly. "...not what I expected."

"Did you not have fun?" He chuckled, though there was a hint of worry in his voice as his thumb lazily caressed your swollen bottom lip, kind brown eyes seeking yours. Shit, did he overdo it? Or worse... Did you realize that you actually weren't that into him?

"I did, it's just..." You trailed off before a giggle erupted out of you, shaking your head. "Y'know, the first time we met, I actually thought of you bending me over your car and fucking me. I never imagined I'd be bent over my bike."

"For fuck's sake, Y/N, you really are gonna be the death of me!" He whined dramatically, making you laugh and soon he joined you.

"So..." You grinned, fixing his glasses that had fallen to the bridge of his nose and running a hand through his sweaty, unruly curls that you loved too fucking much. "Was I a good girl, Cally~?"

"The fucking best." He returned your euphoric grin, booping your nose and, though he'd never admit it, he actually liked your nickname. Just for him, only by you. "Buuut you're a good girl that's coming back to the station with me."

"Huh? But I thought you're gonna let me off the hook for speeding?" You questioned, confused.

"I am, but you're forgetting your other crimes." He cleared his throat, rising to his full height and looming over you yet again. "Public indecency..." He traced his pen on your pussy, making you shudder as the cold metal glided across your skin up to the valley between your breasts. "...and theft."

"Well, Officer, if that's the case then you're not innocent either~" You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck and dangling off of him much like you did the first time. "You stole my heart, after all~"

His face was as red as a tomato, smiling like a doofus as he hooked his hands under your plush thighs, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. Taking you by surprise, but definitely not unwelcomed as he stared up at you with a stupidly smitten expression.

"We're partners in crime, then, Lil Miss Trouble~"

[will80sbyers]

Crazy theory of the day:

What if Callahan is working with Brenner and Owens secretly since season 1 and that's how Brenner got the idea to dump Will's fake body in the quarry because Hopper told him that whoever falls in it dies

[medilies]

Sometimes I remember that Callahan means 'bright-headed' and smile cause that really couldn't have been more perfect

[every-dayiwakeup]

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From Alibi to Reality

A little something different, I hope you guys like it! Title brought to you by @nburkhardt. Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Steve knew he was going to act as Eddie’s beard for the cops and the town. That was a no-brainer, it was the only way to clear Eddie’s name. He discussed it with Hopper, the kids, and Robin. Everyone determined that the shock factor of Steve “The Hair” Harrington dating the town freak was the only thing that was going to change Powell’s mind and make him drop the charges. The thing no one could agree on was how to broach the subject. 

Dustin thought that telling the police directly would be the best way, Robin thought they should build up to the declaration, and Nancy thought it was a stupid idea because no one would believe that lady-killer Steve Harrington was into a guy (little did she know). Regardless, all of his friends thought talking was the best course to take. 

But Steve was a man of action, not words. All of the Party’s plans involved discussing their “relationship” like civilized adults. The problem was though, they weren’t talking to civilized adults. They were talking to his brother, a known dumbass, and the new Chief of Police that wanted to hunt down a bunch of kids because Jason fucking Carver told him to. 

So he was going to handle this the way he handled every shitty situation thrown his way. He was going to wing it. It had worked for him thus far and it hadn’t failed him yet. So, for the rest of the Party’s meeting, Steve zoned out. He thought about how fucked he was going to be when his parents found out about this, how much shit he’d have to take from the rest of the town, and how ostracised he’d be. But it was the only way to clear Eddie’s name. 

Eddie had jumped into the lake after him and saved his life before protecting Dustin from demobats. He was a part of the Party now and Steve would do anything to protect the Party. So, he was fine with ruining his reputation and probably being disowned by his parents for  tainting the Harrington name. As long as Eddie was okay in the end, nothing else mattered. 

~*~*~*~

They neglected to tell Eddie the plan. He hadn’t seen any of the Party members since the police realized he was being treated at the hospital and barred anyone from seeing him until they questioned him. He was just minding his own business, ignoring the two doofus cops trying to question him, and looking forward to whatever the Party came up with to clear his name. Eddie wasn’t sure if whatever their plan was was going to work or even if they meant what they’d said. However, he had hope. Mostly because the only other option would be joining his dad in a cell for murders he didn’t even commit. 

That’s when it happened. Steve stormed into his hospital room with a flourish, slamming the door against the wall and scaring the two cops. 

Eddie watched as the tall one’s eyes narrowed, “Steve, you better have a good explanation for this one-“

He didn’t pay attention to what else was said. One minute, he was looking at an angry Harrington walking into his room and the next, said Harrington was kissing him. On the lips! 

Mother of fuck, Eddie had died and gone to heaven because all of his dreams were coming true. He didn’t know what Steve was playing at but Eddie wasn’t complaining. He just slipped his eyes closed and kissed him back with equal fervor.

He was pulled from their passionate kissing by a loud, “Son of a bitch, Steve! The murderer?! What the fuck? I thought your taste was bad when you were dating the priss but now this? Jesus Fuck, bro!”

“Officer Callahan, please maintain your composure.”

“My composure?!” His voice was shrill as he shrieked in his own defense. “Powell, my brother is macking on fucking Munson! What the fuck? How am I supposed to maintain my composure?!”

Eddie pulled away from Steve, “your brother is Officer Callahan?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did that not come up when you were defiling my baby brother?!” Callahan yelled at him, waving his hands in the air maniacally. 

“No, actually. It didn’t,” Eddie told him. 

Callahan let out a sound of frustration before pointing at Steve, letting out another frustrated noise, and stalking out. Steve and Eddie turned to Powell who just looked tired. 

“I assume this is why you wouldn’t tell us your alibi for the night of the murder, Munson?” He sighed. 

“That’s right, there was no way in hell I was going to out my boyfriend. Apparently he does it himself though,” Eddie gave Steve the side eye. Why had he chosen to do this? He’d known the guy for like two weeks and he was just throwing his life away to protect Eddie. What the hell?

Powell turned to Steve, “is that true? Mr. Munson was with you the night that Chrissy Cunningham was murdered?”

“That’s right. We were watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show and Alien before going to bed. He stayed the whole night laying in bed next to me, there’s no way he could’ve murdered anybody,” Steve nodded. 

Powell just shook his head at them, “fine, Munson. I’m clearing you but don’t leave town.” 

“I won’t sir, thank you for doing your due diligence. It was at my expense but still, thanks,” Eddie said sarcastically. 

He shot them one last disbelieving look before following his partner. Then all that was left was Eddie and Steve. 

Eddie whipped his head around to Steve. “Now what the hell was that?!”

“Hey! Don’t talk to your boyfriend that way!”

“Seriously Steve-”

“Eddie, I swear to god if you don’t kiss me again in the next twenty seconds, I’ll go get Powell and tell him I changed my mind,” Steve threatened him with narrowed eyes. 

How was Eddie supposed to refuse him after that?

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[wireddless]

Do NOT Touch (Phil Callahan x Reader)

Pairing: Phil Callahan/Reader

Word count: 2974

Warnings: Smut and swearing, very tame.

Authors Note: I actually haven’t written in a hard minute, given a recent breakup, so this is definitely a little bit rushed. It’s not my finest work, but it’s my baby. I’ve been wanting to fuck this man since i was 14. I’m so horny for him guys😭😭.

He was always working.

It made sense. After Chief Hopper’s untimely passing in the mall fire, the station had undergone quite a few changes. Scheduling, new hires, promotions, Phil had a lot on his plate, it’s not like you didn’t understand.

But he was barely home anymore. Your recent engagement was becoming less and less recent, and other than the pictures of you two around the house, you hardly saw his face anymore. Phil wasn’t cheating. He’s not a cheater. He practically worships you. And you still would visit him during slow shifts down at the station.

Today was not slow however. Phil called home again around 8:00 to explain he had to pick up another late shift, investigating the recent string of murders.

“I’m so, so sorry.” You could hear his frown through the phone.

“Don’t worry, baby, it’s alright!” Phil often was the recipient of this kind of comfort from you, but you both knew how not alright it actually was. “I love you, and I’ll see you soon, probably another two hours, I know it.”

“I love you too, baby.” Phil sighed. “I promise this will stop happening as soon as I can get it to. I’ll see you soon, sweetie.” The buzzing tone on the other line informed you that he set the phone back into the receiver.

This was the last straw for you.

You set the phone back and walked away, your feet leading you to the shared bedroom. Fingers wrapped around the string hanging from the closet ceiling to turn on the light. It was a bit of a mess, but certainly not as terrible as it has been. A sigh exited your lips as you turned around, attempting to find it.

“Where are you?” Slipped out from under your breath, your eyes darting around until you saw it on the top shelf, illuminated by the yellow light, and covered in a thin layer of dust. Your lips tugged into a tight smile as you stood on your toes to reach it.

Carefully, using your other hand to grip the shelf for balance, you pulled the thin brown paper package towards you with your fingers, until you wrapped your hand around it.

Phil; do NOT touch!!!! ;)

Your handwriting sprawled across it, surrounded by little stars and hearts. Originally, you meant it as a wedding present, but you could always find something new. You tugged on the light string and shut the closet door behind you, tossing the package on the bed. You already made your dinner for two, so you would set to putting it into the tupperware and then the fridge, before washing the dishes, and trying to clean up around the house.

The clock his mother gifted you chimed for the second time, as it did every hour. Ten O’clock. Quickly, you shut off all but the bathroom light, small thumps echoed through the house as you rushed into the bedroom, ripping open the package with care, sure not to rip the expensive material inside.

Sheer white stockings with delicate lace at the very top, an unpadded white bra, translucent but not quite sheer, with strong white lining and small white leaves embroidered around the edges, an almost sheer white bikini bottom, to match the top, and the most comfortable light pink satin robe, with watercolor style roses decorating it.

It was one hell of a wedding present, you’d admit, and it’d be quite hard to live up to this, but it was time to bring out the big guns. You hadn’t been laid in a week, and you would be sure to break that streak tonight, work be damned. Victoria’s Secret would be your new secret weapon.

As you finished throwing the robe over the wonderful little getup, you heard his cruiser pull into the driveway. Sneaking over to the door, you hid next to it, sure to be behind it when it opened. You memorized his routine of getting home to a T, and your plan had been set in motion.

The telltale jingle of keys warned you to quiet and slow your breathing. The door creaked open and his boots thudded on the floor as he shut the door, took his hat off, and hung it up. Small steps were taken behind him, before hands snaked around and pulled his glasses off. Phil jumped before turning around and pinning his supposed attacker to the door with his forearm, the other reaching for his standard issue firearm.

He immediately recognized his mistake when he felt hair brush over his fingers, and an all too recognizable laugh echoed through his head.

“This is new!” Your heart was thumping against your chest, but your grin stretched so wide your cheeks would hurt soon.

“Jesus Christ, [Y/n]!” Phil’s voice cracked a little, adorable. “I thought someone broke in, oh god!” Without removing his forearm, he reached down and captured your lips in a deep kiss, his other hand leaving his holster to cup your cheek. His mustache hairs tickled above your lips as he pressed slightly harder against you. “I missed you so much today, you wouldn’t believe how awful it was.” He murmured between kisses. “Is cuffing you the only way to keep you from doing your best to kill me?”

Phil pulled away to make eye contact, his eyes finally adjusting to the dark. A deep hum made his chest vibrate as he saw what you were wearing.

“It might be.” Were the only words you responded with. His face lit up with a giddy smile, his hand leaving your face to caress down your chest, while the other slid up into your hair, gripping tightly. His lips parted slightly, giving you a view of his front two teeth.

“I love you so much.” He retracted his hand from your chest, before leading you to the bedroom. He slightly shoved you along, until he shut the door behind him. “Sit.” Phil brought you to the edge of the bed, pulling you down. He crouched in front of you, looking up and making eye contact with puppy dog eyes. His glasses slipped from your fingers and he caught them, setting them on the nightstand.

His hands slowly slid up your thighs, admiring the lace, before wrapping his arms around your hips. He tucked his head down and rested it in your lap, allowing himself to close his eyes and take a few relaxing breaths. A gentle hand laced itself in his hair, before petting it with such love and adoration, that he could hold himself there forever. His lips pressed into your thighs, leaving a trail down to your knees, and then slowly back up, biting down the further inward he got.

Your head fell backwards, allowing him to continue, his fluffy hair still in your hand. You heard him hum quietly, before pulling away and standing abruptly. His hand found your chin, making you look at him.

“I’m home, not two seconds, and I can’t even take off my damn boots because you insist on giving me a heart attack.” Phil playfully looked into your eyes before sitting next to you, reaching down to undo the laces and pull them off. Once his boots were off, his fingers reached up to undo his tie, before you smacked them away with a quick “uh uh.”

His chuckled warmed your heart as you loosened his tie, and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side. Your eyes met and you stared at each other for a second, before glancing at each other’s lips. You pulled Phil in, his hands finding your shoulders as you kissed him. Slowly, he slid the robe down your arms with shaking hands. He always seemed to get so nervous with you, as if it was the first time all over again.

Once the robe fell off and hit the floor, his hands gripped your waist, squeezing tightly as your fingers undid the buttons to his uniform. As you undid the bottom button, your pinky finger hooked into his belt loop, heading to undo that as well, before he quickly grabbed your hands and pulled them away, using them as leverage to pin you to the bed.

“Don’t think I’m letting you have all the fun, you little minx.” His eyes roamed your body, enjoying the artwork splayed out beneath him. Phil smiled at you, before scooting you up to rest your head in the pillows. His hands trailed up your body, before pulling one of his pairs of cuffs out. “Hold still, baby.”

Despite what his actions foreshadowed, his words and movements were gentle. He cuffed your left hand first, then the right, after he pulled the small chain around the bedframe first. He stood from the bed, leaving you high and dry. He walked around the bed, shrugging his uniform shirt off, and unhooking the utility belt, sure to snag the keys to his cuffs, setting them on the nightstand. His eyes wandered over to your body, looking at the way you tried to hide your knees and thighs rubbing together in anticipation.

“What am I going to do with you?” He ran a hand through his hair, sighing as he tried figuring out how to approach this situation. You chimed in, all too happy to tell him what you wanted.

“Well for one you could get your ass over here and let me touch you already.” Phil chuckled at your response, undoing his regular belt, and soon his pants.

“You know, patience is a virtue.” He tugged his shirt over his head as he stepped out of his black pants.

“Phil-“ Your whine was cut off.

“Shut it! You’ll get what you want, but we’re still on my time here.” And you did shut it. Your lips pressed together after releasing an impatient huff. Phil’s legs shuffled a little as he took his socks off with his feet.

The bed dipped as his knees fell into it and he crawled over you. His left hand trailed up your body, starting just below your knee, slowly working its way up, enjoying the stockings, caressing your inner thigh, fingers barely brushing over your underwear, before dragging his flat palm up your stomach to grope you.

“When did you get this little number?” Phil was referencing the lingerie, his fingers digging into your skin, his lips finding your neck, leaving numerous love bites, and less than gentle kisses.

“A while ago, on that trip we took to Indianapolis.” You struggled not to stumble and stutter over your words as he left a particularly harsh bite on your jaw, before settling with marking around your earlobe. You only got a small hum in response, as his hand moved from your breast, back down your stomach.

His fingertips dipped under the hem of your panties, but went no further. Phil left a trail of kisses from your ear to your forehead, then down to the tip of your nose. An almost childlike smile decorated his face as gazed down at you, before pressing his lips against yours. As his lips found yours, his fingers moved lower, still teasingly slow.

Your hips bucked up, desperate for more stimulation than what he would give you. He smiled into the kiss before allowing his hand to move further. His fingers delved into your folds, gathering the slick mess, massaging around until one found your clit. He was always incredibly gentle, but still firm enough to leave you squirming beneath him.

He caught your moans with his mouth as his fingers massaged you. After a moment, however, they moved lower, exploring you like it was the first time. As he pulled out of the kiss, he pushed a finger in, enjoying the slightly louder inhale that couldn’t quite be counted as a gasp. Slowly, it moved in and out, spreading your wetness around, before adding another finger.

He tilted his chin up with his mouth barely hanging open, beaming down at you. You felt him scoop his fingers inside you, massaging the sensitive rough patch along your walls. Your eyes shut and rolled to the back of your head as a shaky moan escaped your chest. This was exactly what you needed.

Phil gauged his next moves by your reactions, deciding it was time to pick up his pace a little. As his fingers sped up, his hips began rocking gently against yours, needing a little friction to his hardening length. He dipped his head down and placed gentle kisses along your collarbone, before sucking a fat hickey into your skin. Call him crazy, but he’d leave your whole chest purple if he could.

Small moans were tearing their way through your throat with even the smallest movements from him, getting him even more riled up over the sight of you so weak and helpless for him. He enjoyed tightening that familiar coil in your stomach, and watching you struggle to push into his movements. The feeling was so nice after two weeks without being able to have the time or energy to touch each other, tears sprung to your eyes.

The coil grew tighter and tighter, but at an agonizing pace, as he pulled his fingers from inside you to rapidly massage your clit. Your moans grew louder, and harder to contain as the coil in your stomach became wound too tight, releasing with a shock. You came on his fingers with a shaking cry. Bucking your hips against his fingers, you rode through the orgasm.

Once your hips finally slowed, Phil shimmied out of his boxers and crawled on top of you, bringing his fingers up to your lips and letting you take them in your mouth, sucking them clean. He brought his hand back down to his hardened length, moving his hand up and down as he gazed down at your figure, still cuffed to the bed frame.

He brought his other hand below his mouth, spitting in it and rubbing it onto his cock. His fingers gently moved your panties to the side, before leaning over you, rubbing the head of his cock over your entrance. He waited for your nod of approval before pushing in slowly, understanding how sensitive you must have still been.

He filled you up with a moan, scooping one of his arms beneath your back, and the other cupping your cheek as you reached up to kiss him. Small amounts of saliva would sneak from your mouths into his mustache, chafing your lip, but you didn’t mind all that much, finally being able to have sex with him again and all that.

After a second of stillness, Phil’s hips moved, rocking into you. His lips pulled away from yours, much to your protest, as he pushed his face into your neck. His hair rubbed against your face and under your nose, flooding your senses with his musk. His chest hair scratched your chest, as his thrusts quickened, skin slapping against skin.

His gasps and moans were muffled by your skin, with yours however being the main orchestrated piece, filling the room with audio proof that you were finally getting what you wanted. Every thrust into you was one you were beyond thankful for. Phil's body slowly peeled off of yours, slowing his pace only to unwrap himself from your legs, and to bring them over his shoulders, letting him push deeper still.

You cried out, a mixture of shock and pleasure as he brushed your cervix. The thin material of your stockings tickled his neck, helping urge the moans from him. One hand gripped your hip, the other your ankle, which he turned his head to gently kiss. It was clear he was trying to keep his composure, but was struggling, drunk from the pleasure.

His pace sped up, becoming more sloppy as it did. You bucked your hips up to allow for more friction, your moans becoming more frequent.

“Phil-!” You cut yourself off with a gasp. “Please I- I need to touch you.” You desperate tugs on the cuffs further proved your statement, and he was sympathetic, but wasn’t going back on his plan.

“No can do, princess,” His head fell back momentarily, still holding out. Phil’s hand fell from your ankle down to your cunt, finding your swollen bud with the pad of his thumb. Your walls tightened around him as he massaged delicate circles onto your clit, tears sprung to your eyes, overwhelmed from the pleasure.

Your walls, along with your moans dragged him closer to the edge. When your hips bucked up again, the rope inside him snapped, and he came inside you with a gasp. His hips stuttered and his movements became more sloppy, before slowing to a halt eventually. He moved his hands as he pulled out, letting your legs come down to rest on the bed.

Phil’s eyes wandered your body with such admiration, overwhelmed by your divine figure. His skin stuck to yours as he reached down to kiss you again. You felt the remainder of his arousal drip out of your folds, likely to leave a wet spot in a minute. You dragged your lips from his with reluctance.

“Phil, could you please uncuff me?” He stared at you, confused for a second, before realizing.

“Oh shit, right!” Phil leaned over and snagged the keys off of the nightstand, before reaching up and unlocking them. You brought your arms down and around him, letting one play with his hair as he set the cuffs and keys back on the nightstand. The moment his arm moved back towards you, your arms tightly wrapped around him, running up and down his sweat soaked skin.

Phil attempted to roll over, but your arms jailed him. “Don’t think for a second I’m letting you get away from me, mister.”