#officer callahan/reader smut

[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.

[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~"

[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

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Little Angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid × virgin!fem reader

Genre: SMUT, some fluff, a little tiny smidge of angst. MINORS DNI 18+

Summary: As the youngest and most innocent member of the BAU, they all take care of their little angel. When they find out just how innocent you are, though, one member takes his possession to the next level. You're his little angel, and he's determined to have you.

Warnings: loss of virginity, loss of innocence, degradation, pet names, oral sex, thigh riding, fingering, cum marking, love bites, Spencer is territorial and possessive, Dom! Spencer Reid, PinV sex, mentions breeding, but he pulls out.

A/N: We've reached Day 8 of kinktober! It's our second "long" fic, meaning there's a bit more plot to this, and the smut scene is longer too (WC is almost 7k!) I hope you love this one just as much as I did... The kinktober masterlist can be found here, and my regular masterlist is here too! If you want something specific, my requests are open ❤️

Your first three months with the BAU were a blur, and for good reason. Endless cases, back-to-back, interrupted only by the slight hint of a weekend or the ever possible death row interview. You were tired, stressed, and afraid to walk home alone at night, and absolutely satisfied. As far as you were concerned, it was all worth it to get these monsters off the streets, to help save their victims and to find out what made them tick. There was nothing else you'd rather be doing. 

The team had helped you settle in well, too. You'd joined the team after Alex Blake had left - she'd recommended you actually from the college seminars you'd taken with her. You were obviously lacking a bit of experience, so they took on two team members, and you and Kate Callahan had the great opportunity of both being the newbie. But you had a slight disadvantage of age, coming in as the youngest member of the team. You thought that might be why you'd settled in so well, in all honesty. 

Hotch and Rossi were both protective in a fatherly way. Hotch pushed you and Rossi encouraged you and that was everything you needed from them. A strong pat on the back at the end of a case and a "you did good, kid," and whatever hell they'd pushed you through, it was worth it. Morgan's tough love was brotherly, but he did a great job at getting you to relax on and off the case, reminding you to not take the work home. JJ and Kate were great mentors. It wasn't easy being women in the FBI, let alone the unit that specifically looked into some of the most misogynistic killings, rapes and abductions in the world. They both gave you tips about how to handle condescending officers, and JJ had held your hair back after you'd puked your guts up on a particularly harrowing day in the field. With Penelope, friendship was easy, and you loved talking to her about whatever hyperfixation you were on that week, loving that there was someone on your team that had filled their life with genuine joy in the face of so much horror. 

And Spencer. Honestly, you were beginning to think that you'd used Spencer as a human stuffed toy a bit too much. 

You don't know how it happened at first, just that after one of your first few cases, you'd been so elated to find a victim alive, safe but traumatised, that you'd thrown yourself into his arms the minute you got back to the precinct. 

"We did it, I thought she was going to be dead, Spencer but she isn't." Your head was pressed into his chest, you were almost surprised he even heard them, muffled as they were. If you weren't so elated, you'd have noticed the way he'd stiffened at your touch, panicking slightly before awkwardly wrapping his arms around you, too. But you pulled away before you could notice that he wasn't really used to any physical comfort, bouncing off to write up your case report. 

Spencer noticed, though. Noticed how the heat of your body made him feel comforted, the way his heart rate increased to 125 BPM from it's base rate and didn't fall back to normal for another half hour. He noticed that you smelt like jasmine and patchouli, and more importantly, he noticed that he didn't really care if you touched him, and that was new. 

It became a kind of ritual for you, finding him after a case and folding into his arms to celebrate. They were friendly hugs, after all, a sign that you'd been through hell together, and you'd made it through like avenging angels. They only lingered longer when the cases went badly. You turned to crying in his arms after you'd discovered the body of a dead street girl, Veronica, in pieces in the house of an unsub who'd committed suicide by cop moments earlier. 

"I told her she'd be safe if she talked to us, Reid. I told her we'd protect her, that I'd protect her." You were so hurt by that failure that he'd had to drive you home that night, holding your hand the entire way so you didn't feel so alone, left to fester in your guilt. 

The rest of the team had begun teasing you about the hugs, but you'd brushed them off. You hugged everyone else too, and you knew for a fact that Penelope hugged every member of the team, so there was nothing special going on between you and Spencer. No one had deigned to inform you of Spencer's germophobia and aversion to touch. 

"Gonna tell me what that's all about?" Morgan asked Spencer as you bounced away from a hug one day, leaving to remove your FBI vest. 

"What what's all about?" He replied coldly, turning away to remove his own vest, replacing it with his blazer. 

"What, you don't have a statistic for how many germs are passed between people during a hug, Kid, come on, you were practically smelling her hair." The older man's eyebrows raised in a question again, but Spencer continued to blow him off. 

"I hug people all the time, it's not a big deal." He shrugged. 

"It took you four years to return one of Penelope's hugs, and you still only do that on special occasions. That's not all the time." 

"Derek, just drop it. There's nothing going on, she just… She just does it sometimes." 

It was when you'd hugged him in the middle of the office, without a case to use as an excuse, that you noticed an underlying tension in the office. You were all celebrating, of course, Callahan had just announced her pregnancy, and you were all so happy for her. You'd heard the happy news and instantly turned and thrown yourself into Spencer's arms. Even you weren't sure why, not even questioning it until you saw the awkward glances on the other profilers' faces. You brushed it off by rushing to give each of them hugs, and running out in a mad flush, needing air, or water or something to get you out of what was looking more and more like an interrogation room. 

A few cases later, the entire team headed to O'Keefe's to celebrate. 

"To another case successfully solved," Morgan toasted, and you all joined him, lifting your glasses in triumph. 

"To the wonders of non-alcoholic beer," chimed in Kate, leaving you all laughing together. The booth was small, and as usual, you'd found yourself sat right in the arms of Spencer Reid. You hadn't intended it, honestly, having slightly avoided him recently, but you'd followed Penelope into her side of the circular table, and Reid had followed you. You were sat squished between them, your arms resting awkwardly on your lap between drinks. 

"Okay, a night of drinking is slightly boring without some games to spice things up, what do you say, hot chocolate?" Penelope said, addressing Morgan who was on her other side. 

"I'm all ears, baby girl. What were you thinking?" 

"How about twenty questions? We already know a lot about each other, let's see what we don't know?" Kate suggested, thriving off of the knowledge that as the sole sober member present, she'd hold all the cards tomorrow. 

"What, how is asking questions a game?" Reid questioned jokingly from beside you. "That's just an interrogation or a therapy session, there's no winner or loser."  

Already slightly buzzing from your drink, you turned to him and out your fingers in his lips, shushing him. 

"No time for logic in matters of the bottle, Spencer. Let's play." He pulled your fingers off him, but nodded, holding them in his grip still as you turned back to the table. 

"I'll start! JJ, are you and Will thinking of having more baby LaMontagne's?" Penelope jumped at the chance to probe her teammate, and you laughed at her enthusiasm. 

"There have been discussions, but I'll not confirm or deny yet." JJ said, taking a sip of her drink as she slyly avoided a direct answer. 

"I always forget why you were so good with the press, Miss No Answers. Okay, your turn to ask a question." 

"Okay, Morgan. Are you thinking of popping the question to Savannah anytime soon?" 

"Did she send you?" He laughed and took a drink. "If I do, she'll be the first to know." 

The game went back and forth like this for a few rounds before Penelope turned the spotlight back to you. 

"Okay, Y/N. You were a college student recently, I know you've got some wild stories. Where's the craziest place you've ever done it?" You knew Penelope didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. She was just an open person. 

But you shifted in your seat nonetheless, trying to figure out if you could answer or even if you would. Your tongue was a bit looser than you expected though, because before you could even finish thinking you just blurted it out. 

"Nowhere." 

The others blinked at you slightly before Penelope dived in with another question. 

"Is that Nowhere, Oaklahoma, or you're just not having sex in crazy places?" 

"No. I'm not… I'm not having sex. Period. Never have." You felt yourself shrink as the other members of the team awkwardly apologised for probing you so much. Really it wasn't that big of a deal, and it wasn't as if you were saving it for religious or moral reasons. But you'd not been the most popular teenager, and you'd started studying serial killers and sociopaths so early that you really hadn't wanted to get so intimate with someone else like that. 

Unbeknownst to you, Spencer's grip on his own drink had tightened ever so slightly, his heart race had picked up again, and suddenly the hand that was holding yours suddenly let you go, quietly dropping your fingers like they were glowing cinders, and he was dripping in gasoline, waiting to ignite. 

Lust. He felt sick with himself for the images that were suddenly flashing through his mind now that he knew you'd never been held in that way, trying not to fantasise about you underneath him, holding him, begging him, feeling all of him. He took another swig of his drink and politely excused himself to get another as he let himself catch some air, as the sudden realization that he wanted you - and had wanted you for quite some time now - finally hit him.

The next couple of weeks were normal, and you were thankful to have that discussion behind you. No one treated you differently, acted like you were more of a child than before, asked you how your dating life was or set you up on blind dates, which was really refreshing actually. You'd let some friends know previously, and that's all they'd done, surprised that you could live ignorant to wonders of sex without shrivelling up and dying. 

The only thing that was different was Spencer. And that wasn't really difference so much as growing more comfortable with each other. He'd rest his hand on the small of your back now in support sometimes, or have a hand slung over the back of your chair when sitting together. He was constantly at your side, especially if you were around male suspects or officers who'd taken a bit of a ballsy approach. 

You liked it, probably a bit too much. You gravitated towards him in a room filled with people, and found yourself hugging him more often, when you left a room, when you entered one, when he looked like he needed it. Which, recently, was all the time. A month went by with this increased comfort level, and soon you found yourself feeling wrong if his hands weren't on you. 

He stood close to you all the time, and you noticed the stares you were getting from everyone else. A few officers who'd approach you would apologise to him when they noticed him at your back, hand on your hip as he pulled you away. 

After one case, you could even swear that you felt more than him than you were expecting. He'd moved away slightly in between one of your hugs, but you'd pulled his arms back around you and stepped closer, pressing your back against his chest, letting your head rest on his arms. Something hard and long wedged up against your ass, and in a split second he was pulling away before you could ask him about it. He excused himself, and you felt your body burn up. It was Spencer, it was just Spencer and that wasn't because of you, it was some other reason. 

Spencer didn't know what he was doing. He grew more possessive over you by the day, and he'd honestly nearly bitten the head off an officer who asked him for your number. 

"Sorry, she doesn't have a phone." 

"But I saw her with one earlier. Look I get it she's FBI, and you guys are-" 

"Okay, so she's not interested."

"Hey, why don't you let her decide that wise guy?" 

"Oh sure, get angry I'm sure she'd love that. She's not interested, she has me." He couldn't help himself from getting in the officers face at that, and Morgan had to pull him back from the edge. 

"Wow, wow, hey, calm down." The officer stormed out, and he felt triumphant for only a second before Morgan rounded on him. 

"Whatever this thing you've got going on, Spencer, you need to get it out of your system as soon as possible." His voice was low and stern, throwing a glance over his shoulder to where you were sitting, staring confusedly through the glass at Spencer, whose eyes refused to move from your own. 

" I just wanted him to back off, she doesn't like him like that."

"No, you wanted him to back off because you've marked her like some animal marking its territory. She's not your prey, Spencer, she's our team member, now you're gonna have to get your act together and leave her alone, because we've got work to do." 

Sighing and throwing his hands through his hair again, he finally looked away from you and gathered his breath. He wanted to stop this too, this horrible perverted feeling of needing his hands on you, wanting to possess you day and night. To protect you. He just wasn't sure if he was strong enough to do that. 

The next time you all went to O'Keefe's he certainly tried. You expected him to follow you into the booth again - he didn't, sitting opposite you next to JJ. You expected him to talk to you or look at you for more than a second at a time - he didn't, avoiding most conversations entirely and keeping his eyes fixed on the bar. You certainly expected him to still be sat at the table when you returned from the bathroom, ready to slip into the seat beside him, force him to talk to you. Instead he was gone, and you scanned the rest of the bar trying to locate him. 

Something green and vile jumped you when you finally locked onto him, stood at the bar, surrounded by other women. Surrounded was maybe an exaggeration, as there were really only two of them, but they were practically draping themselves over him, and for some reason that set something alight inside of you. 

You watched them for a moment, how one of them trailed a hand up his arm as he shuddered away from their touch, the other pressing herself against the bar so her chest pushed up dramatically. The green bile in your throat carried your feet forwards, and before you knew it, you were clearing it from your throat to grab their attentions. 

"Spencer, there you are!" You brightened your tone specifically, as you locked eyes with his panicked ones. The two girls looked you up and down as you moved closer, brushing past them to climb up right into his lap on the barstool, pulling his arm around you as you pressed your ass into his crotch. 

"Are you going to introduce me to your new friends?" The smile didn't reach your eyes as you let your back rest against his chest comfortably, watching the women to see their reactions. The one touching him pulled her arm back instantly, and the other readjusted her dress before they both left silently, carrying their glasses back to wherever they came from. 

You watched them leave a little triumphantly before the green faded, and you realised what you had done. 

"Y/N…?" His voice was hesitant in your ear, and you shivered slightly before pushing off of him. 

"I'm so sorry, Spence, it just- it… looked like you were hard." You panicked again, pushing closer to him. "No, like you were in a hard situation, not that you were," your hand accidentally dropped to his crotch as you spoke your final words: "Hard."

He twitched beneath you as you finally looked down to where your hand was, as his mouth opened to say something. 

"Y/N…" was all you heard before you turned around, and fast walked to the entrance, picking your bag up quickly on the way, and then sprinted the second the cold air hit your face. 

You cursed yourself inwardly as you ran the three blocks more to your apartment, thankful that you were at least in walking (or apparently running) distance. What the hell had you been thinking? Practically sexually harassing one of your coworkers like that, grabbing his dick, albeit accidentally. 

You slammed your door shut behind you, leaning against it and sliding to the floor as you finally accepted that whatever this was with Reid, it wasn't friendship for you anymore. And you weren't sure if it had ever been. 

With your head between your legs, arms wrapped tightly around yourself, you started replaying each moment with him, each touch from the very first. How even the memory of a brush past you could excite a fire in your heart, a heat between your legs growing by the second. 

You wanted to crawl pathetically into bed and not think about him until the next morning at work,  but fate, or Doctor Spencer Reid, had other plans. 

The knock at your door was sudden and incessant, the banging starting loud, and staying consistent until you tentatively pulled it open. 

He was stood there, chest heaving, looking down at you, sweat coating his forehead. 

"Can I… Come in?" He asked, and you nodded, too stunned at his sudden appearance to tell if this was real or just your fantasy becoming a little too realistic. 

He thanked you for letting him inside, and you showed him inside, guiding him to he couch, where you took a seat opposite him. 

"I wanted to make sure you were okay, you left in a rush and…" He trailed off, eyes flicking down to your lips. His Adam's apple bobbed with his swallow, and you watched it yourself, trying to avoid meeting his eyes, as if you were a schoolgirl about to get in trouble with a disappointed teacher. 

"I'm okay." 

"Okay, that's great, that's… Great." His breaths caught up to him, and he took another deep breath and a swallow before continuing. "How about we continue that game from last time. Twenty questions?" 

You'd do anything to stop him walking out of that door, but you felt too shy to touch him again, even in the friendly ways you were used to, so you eagerly accepted. 

"Yes, that… That sounds fun, thank you." 

"Okay. Question one. Do you know why I'm here?" He asks as he shifts closer to you, still not touching, but at a proximity where it would be natural to accidentally brush against one another. 

"N-No. But I might have an idea." He nodded at your response before moving on to his next question. 

"Question two. Are you a virgin?" He didn't trip or stumble over the words, pushing them out slowly and delicately so as not to offend. 

"Yes." The lump in your throat was thick, almost as if he'd put something there that you couldn't help but choke on. 

"Question three. Do you want to remain a virgin?" 

You shook your head no, following it with your voice seconds later as he stood up from his seat, putting some distance between you. 

"Question four. Do you feel intoxicated or drunk right now?" He held himself still as you sat on the very edge of your chair, desperate to feel his hands on you now. 

"No, I only had one sip at the bar before…" He held up a hand to silence you, and you did. 

Question five. Answer me honestly. Do you like it when I touch you?" 

"Yes." Your breath was a whisper, but it was breathy, sounding almost pornographic in your neediness. 

"Question six. Do you like it when other people touch you?" 

"Do you?" His head snapped back to yours, and you froze under his gaze. "Not as much." You answered and relaxed again, pouting slightly at his lack of answer. 

"Question seven. Do you like me touching other people?" He took a step closer to you again with this question, but you continued pouting as you shook your head. 

"No. I don't." His lips quirked upwards before he could stop them, but he gathered himself together again. 

"Question eight. Do you want me to leave?" You met his eyes at that question, taking one good, hard, long look at him. You noted the tensed jaw, the clenched fists, his stiff body language, trailing your eyes over him before looking him directly in the eyes. 

"No." You let the word hang on your tongue, pulling it out a bit longer than was necessary as you watched him take in a shaky breath. 

"Question nine. Do you want me to come over there and kiss you?" 

"God, yes." He was on you in seconds, restraints gone, throwing himself back at you as his lips collided with your own. Virgin you may be, but you'd kissed men before, and it had been nothing like this. 

His hands trailed up to your hair, tipping your head back slightly so he could gain better access. He bit your lip and thrust his tongue into your mouth when you gasped, so eager to consume every part of you whole. 

You'd never felt like this before. 

He pulled away, and you tried desperately to chase his lips, even as your lungs begged you to stop. 

"Last question," he whispered in the space between you, holding the sides of your face at a distance so neither of you could be tempted to dive in for a second kiss, or a third, or fourth. "Do you want me to fuck you?" You whimpered at his words, nodding furiously as you tried to lunge at him again, but he held you firm. 

"I need you to say your answer, baby. I need to hear your consent, okay?" You nod again and open your mouth, eyes never leaving his lips as you moan out a definitive "yes."

Instead of letting your lips fall against his again, he lunges for you, grabbing your legs and hauling you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style all the way back to your bedroom. 

"Gonna do it right," he mutters to himself as he throws you down on the bed, pulling back to take off his jacket and unbutton the cuffs on his shirt, rolling the sleeves up meticulously. 

"I'm going to take care of you, Y/N, okay?" You nod at him and flush, suddenly feeling the strength of his need for you as he holds himself back. He puts his hands on you again, gently coaxing your legs apart, pushing your skirt up over your hips. Reflexively, you move your hands over yourself, covering your sensitive places with your hands. 

"Don't cover yourself." His voice is strong, deep, as he orders you, and you let your arms drop back to your side. He traces his hands up and down your legs, almost as if he were memorising every inch of your skin, how you felt under his hands. 

His hands make their way up to your panties, and you watch with baited breath as he moves you, pulling your hips up so he can let them fall down. The lace material tickles you as he pushes them past your thighs, over your knees and finally off your legs entirely, balling them up and putting them in his pocket. 

"I'm going to touch you now, okay?" He asks it like a question, but he doesn't wait for your answer, unable to hold himself back before diving straight between your legs, so desperate to taste you that he's deaf to everything else. 

His tongue connects with your sensitive area first, tracing up and down at a steady pace as his legs half-heartedly push your legs open. It's almost as if he's enjoying the pressure of your legs wrapped around him, suffocating between your thighs as he feels your pleasure build, and build. 

Eventually he pushes your hips further apart, letting himself push his face into even more of you, his tongue entering your hole as he begins fucking it in and out of you, fingers coming back up to your clit to keep up the pressure there. 

"Spencer, please, please, fuck." 

"I love it when you beg for me like a needy little slut," he whispers, holding your legs apart as he looked up at you, face slick with your arousal. Your mouth drops wide at his words, and he immediately begins to retract them. 

"I'm sorry, Y/N, if that was too far, I just got caught up -" 

"I liked it." You said, quieting him as you spread your legs a bit further apart, begging for him to continue. He smiled and dived right back in, bringing his other hand up under your dress, all the way to your chest as you kept your legs open yourself. 

He sucked your clit into his mouth, lapping up all the juices you were releasing as you moaned underneath him, bucking into his face at the memory of his degradation. 

You were a needy little slut, and you needed him to make you cum. He was more than happy to oblige. 

He kept you there for what felt like forever, drinking you in for as long as he could. You orgasmed twice before he finished, completely overstimulated by the way he was desperately fucking you with his mouth. 

He was obsessed with you, with your scent, your taste, with being the first ever person to ever touch you like this, to fuck you, to make you feel so good. Without him even realising, you're pushed to the brink for a second time, shuddering under the heat of his mouth as he drinks you in. 

He finally pulls his head up again, coming up for air as you're twitching under him. 

"Perfect, baby, so perfect for me." His lips fall down to your own, and suddenly you're tasting yourself on his tongue. It's hypnotising, and despite the pleasure you've just received, you need more, desperate to feel him on you again. 

When he pulls his mouth away, he replaces himself with his fingers, pushing them into your mouth. 

"Suck," he says and you listen, as he watches the way you lick yourself off of him. 

He unzips your dress with his free hand, carefully pulling your arms out of the sleeves and pushing your dress off your body. You trace your tongue around every ridge of his fingers, leaving no inch undiscovered. He moved you to pull the dress of, and you graciously followed, letting him do whatever he wanted to you. 

"Nice little slut, tasting herself on my fingers?" He whispered when you were finally bare, pulling his fingers from your mouth, letting the trail of spit hang between you as you moaned. 

He removed himself from over you, and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. 

"Come here. Come and sit on my lap." 

You cautiously followed his directions. You'd thought that he'd fuck you then, after spending so long getting you ready, but apart from his tie, which he was in the middle of discarding as you crawled over to him, he hadn't derobed any further. 

"That's it baby, come and sit yourself down right here." He pat his thigh and you crawled over, lowering yourself down onto his clothed leg. 

"What now, Spencer?" You stuttered the words out, heart beating as you awaited his instructions. 

"Now, I want you to rock your hips back and forth. Just like this." He grabbed your hips and started moving you against his leg, pushing you down to grind into him. 

"Spencer, wait, I don't know-" 

"I do. I know you can do it, so please try. For me." You pulled you in for a kiss, and then removed his hands from you, leaving you to rock against his thigh. 

You were unsure of the movements at first, moving slowly as you dragged your aching cunt up and down the top of his pants, watching as you saw the wet patch you were making. You moaned with each movement, growing faster and more confident as you continued. 

"That's it baby, use me to get yourself off, okay? Let me see you." He whispered in your ears, pushing your sweat-slicked hair ou of your face, holding it up for you. 

"Spencer please," you don't even know what you're asking for as you beg him, feeling that familiar bubble in your stomach grow. 

"No, you can do it. You look so beautiful like this, Y/N, so desperate for my cock, huh?" You start trying to unbutton his shirt, desperate to see more of him, to feel more of his bare skin on your own. But he stops your hands and holds them against his chest. 

"You need to ask nicely first, before trying to undress me like a needy little whore." The words should sound violent, should humiliate you, but his voice is so soft you simply move faster, moaning and desperate to cum one more time. 

"Fuck, Spencer, I'm gonna… I'm gonna…" 

"No, you're not." Before you finish, he pulls you off his leg, hauling your body back onto the bed, and laying you back down on your back. You moan in disapproval, so frustrated with the lack of release that you feel tears prick the corners of your eyes. 

"Don't cry, baby. I'll give you what you want soon." He practically rips his clothes off, pulling his vest over his head, stumbling over each button and removing his belt and pants before climbing over to you. His cock finally free you take your first glance at it. 

You'd never entirely been sure how it was that the male appendage fit inside something as small as your pussy, and you were doubly unsure about how Spencer's was ever going to fit inside you. You stared at it wide eyed, as you took in the length, the girth, and the heat of it as he stroked it in one hands, pushing on top of you. 

He let go of it as soon as he was between your legs, letting it fall onto your stomach as he crawled between your legs. He trailed a finger over your lower abdomen just around where his cock was twitching against you as his other hand came up to stroke your hair. 

"You look worried, Y/N, what's wrong?" 

"Will it, um, will it fit?" You asked, knowing how cliché you sounded. 

"We've spent the last thirty-seven minutes loosening you up with foreplay. It should fit, but I can't promise it won't hurt."

"Right, if my hymen is still intact you have to…" 

"That's right. And then it's going to reach all the way in you to here," with each word, he stepped his fingers up from your clit to where the tip of his dick sat on your stomach, letting you come to terms with exactly how full you were about to be. 

"I'm going to fill you, and you're going to be mine, and I'm going to be yours. My sweet angel." He stroked your face, catching his thumb on your lips on the way down, tempted to thrust it into your mouth again, to see just how much of a whore you could be, given the chance. 

Instead, he lined himself up with your dripping core, and, making sure one last time that this is what you wanted, slowly pushed in. 

It was uncomfortable at first, having something so wholly alien inside of you, you weren't sure how to react. You wrapped your arms around him, digging your nails in, deep, as he pushed in further. 

"Y/N, I need to move more now, and it's going to hurt a little, you just have to trust me, okay?" He kissed the top of your head, but you were so lost in the sensations to answer. With one swift jerk of his hips, he pushed through your hymen, and fully sheathed himself inside of you. He pressed small kisses everywhere on your face, while whispering to you how beautiful you were. 

"You're doing so good for me angel, I'm going to take care of you. Going to make you feel so much better than this. You're so beautiful." His lips were distractingly sweet, as were his words, and soon you found yourself relaxing into him, the sharp pain of earlier fading to an electric buzz inside of you. 

You jerked your hips up to meet his, and with that, he knew you were ready. From his words, you'd assumed that he'd move slowly in you. But with one final lingering kiss to your lips, he lifted his chest up, pinned your legs tightly down, and started thrusting hard and fast. 

"Sorry, just couldn't help myself baby. Needed to see you looking ruined underneath me." Moans spilled out of your mouth with his every movement, and the orgasm you'd built up earlier hit you like a ton of bricks, blackness hazing over your eyes as they rolled back in your head. 

"Fuck, fuck, Spencer, don't stop!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, unable to control your pitch or volume as he slammed into you desperately. He was so turned on by the sight of you beneath him, so proud of having fucked away your virginity, to have given you your very first penetrative orgasm that he wouldn't have heard anything that came out of your mouth. 

His eyes were fixated at the place between you, where you joined, where he was entering you, defiling you, claiming you, using you, breeding you. 

He knew he wouldn't cum inside of you, not the first time, but it was tempting. Instead, he chose to move his lips back to your skin. He marked you with love bites and hickeys across your neck, chest and shoulders as you moaned with every roll of his hips, shuddering on his cock. He was close. And seeing you like this, displaying all the signs that you were his and his only, he finally lost it. 

Pulling his dick out of you, he stroked it through his release, spraying his seed over the parts of your skin he hadn't bruised with love. Your stomach, your breasts, hell, one spurt even landed dangerously close to your lips, he was everywhere. You. Were. His. 

He fell beside you, panting for a few moments as you finally cracked your eyes back open, realising what the two of you had just done. You wiped the cum from your face with a stray finger, staring at it for a second before licking it off your finger. 

"As hot as that was, I think we should get you cleaned up properly, angel." He spends forever cleaning you up, carrying you to the bathroom, washing your entire body with hot water and a fresh cloth, running you a hot bath to relax your muscles. You snuggle into his chest at some point in the bath, relaxing so much into him, that you drift off to sleep. 

You feel him carry you to bed, semi-conscious, tucking you in and climbing in next to you. He holds you through the night, the way he holds you after your bad cases. He holds you until he doesn't. 

You're blindsided by the cold bed the next morning. You knew he would be there, you'd felt him inside you and next to you, and you'd needed his warmth, but he was gone. You looked for him in every other part of your home, looked for a note or an explanation, but there wasn't one. 

Through tears, you got ready for work, ready to face him and make him answer why he was suddenly gone. You wanted him to apologise, especially since he'd marked you so badly the night before you looked like a car crash victim from the neck down. 

Dark lavender blossomed along your collar bones as you looked at yourself in the mirror, trailing a finger along every place that he touched the night before. 

"How could you be so stupid?" You cursed yourself. If you'd have listened to what he was saying last night, really listened, you'd have known he wasn't going to be here in the morning. He wanted to ruin you, to possess you, to take away your virginity, and he'd done just that. 

You almost wanted to keep the bruises on display going into work, to make him confront the pain he caused you by leaving. In the end, it was the inevitable stares from everyone else that convinced you otherwise. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction. 

You pushed through the doors to the bullpen and didn't bother putting your bag down before you started scanning the room for him. 

"Where's Spencer?" You practically shouted the words at Morgan, unable to hold back your anger. 

"Y/N, what's wrong?" 

"Where is he?" You demand, and there must be something in your eyes that speaks to your devastation because Morgan shuts up and just points to the top of the stairs, where Spencer is exiting Hotch's office without a care in the world. 

You don't realise that something is tears until you're beating a hand against his chest in frustration as they spill down your face. 

"Where were you?" You demand, sobbing into his chest, as he pulls your hands away. The entire office is watching your commotion, but you don't care, you're not letting him move you out of the way. 

"Y/N, I need you to sign this." His voice is calm, and you hate him for that. That he can stay so neutral when he's just broken your heart. 

"No, not until you tell me why you left." 

"Sign the papers, Y/N, trust me." He pulls your chin up so you can look him in the eye, and you catch a glimpse of the man who has been holding you, comforting you for the last four months. You snatch the pen from him and sign the papers, thrusting them back at him with a scowl. 

He smiles as he looks down at them, placing them back on his desk before pulling you in for a long, deep kiss. You're shocked at first, but you melt into it, pulling him closer so he can't leave again. 

"I'm sorry. I had to come into the office to declare our relationship, Morgan sometimes tells me I have a one track mind, and when I woke up this morning, the one thing I wanted to do was get it in writing that you were mine." 

Your push the tears out of his face, and attempt to pull him down for another kiss. You don't get the chance, as the sound of several throats clearing around you burst your bubble. 

"Public space, no canoodling." Rossi shouts down at you from the balcony, a soft smirk on his face. 

Penelope runs in from her office, and stares wide-eyed at the lack of space between the two of you. "You! And you! Security cameras….. You!"

"Now, I'm sure there's a story here, but from the state of our little angel's neck here, I'm sure I don't want to hear it." Derek laughs, smacking Spencer on the back in praise as he walks up the stairs to the meeting room. 

You slap a hand over your neck, trying to pull the turtleneck further up to hide the mark you evidently missed. 

"She's my angel, now." Spencer calls up to him. "I have the paperwork to prove it."  

[keeryhours]

please please please - eddie munson

Eddie Munson x female! Hopper! reader

Masterlist

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Summary:

Eddie is no stranger to the Hawkins legal system. It’s no surprise to anyone when he’s dragged in in cuffs again, but it is unexpected when someone catches his eye - the police chief’s daughter.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), p in v, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, a little bit of sub!eddie, delinquent!eddie, talk of drugs, weed use

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N:

I’ve been stuck in the worst writing slump! So glad to finally finish something I feel good about and share with you guys :)

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You spent most days after school sitting around the Hawkins police station, working on your homework until your dad was ready to take you both home. You weren’t the biggest fan of sitting in the empty house alone, and waiting for him here beat having to walk home since you still didn’t have a car.

You sat at an empty desk, chin in your hand as you tapped the pencil against your paper. The gentle chatter of the station filled your ears. You were bored, tired of fighting with your math homework, wishing you could be off with your friends instead of here.

The sound of the door opening abruptly caught your attention, your eyes moving to the source of the noise. Officer Callahan came in, leading a man in cuffs. A man - as if you ever could have mistaken Eddie Munson. The ‘Freak’ of Hawkins High. With his tall, lanky build, his mess of curly hair, and his metalhead attire, he was hard to miss.

Your dad stepped out of his office, a hand running over his mustache with a sigh. “What are you doing in my station again, Munson? Didn’t you and I have a good talk?”

“Just missed ya so much, Hop,” Eddie quipped back with a grin, looking much too cheerful for his current predicament.

“Caught him trespassing at the old factory,” Officer Callahan supplied, holding onto Eddie by the back of his jacket.

“Drugs?” Jim Hopper asked.

“Just half a joint,” Callahan answered.

Hopper let out another deep sigh. “I’m trying to work with you here, Eddie. This is your fifth arrest this school year alone. Believe it or not, I don’t want to see you ending up behind bars for years of your life.”

Eddie shook his head with a grin, curls bouncing wildly. “I hear ya, Hop. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Evidently I do,” Hopper muttered. “How about this? You can spend the night here with us tonight, and you can think about whether that’s how you want to spend your life.” He claps Eddie on the shoulder hard before he’s turning to walk back into his office.

Officer Callahan leads Eddie through the station, Eddie smiling at the other officers as they pass like they’re on a first name basis, which they probably are. When his eyes meet yours, his grin grows even wider. He has a beautiful smile, which is something you’re just now noticing for the first time. He’s really hot in general, you realize. Only when your heart starts beating out of your chest at his attention. He shoots you a flirty wink as he passes, and then Callahan is roughly taking him back to the cells.

You think about Eddie for the rest of the day. Even when your dad comes out, pulling on his coat and says it’s time to head home. Even when you’re riding home in the passenger seat of the police vehicle, Hopper trying to make conversation about your day. When you sit down and eat dinner together. And especially as you’re laying in bed in the silence of the night.

You’re leaving school 2 days later, walking through the parking lot with your backpack slung over your shoulder when you’re stopped by a voice.

“Hey, Hopper!”

You turned at the sound, eyebrows raising at the sight of Eddie Munson walking towards you. “Weird to say that name and not be talking about your dad,” Eddie laughed when he reached you, a hand running through his curls.

You looked at him, confused why he was talking to you in the first place. “Uh, can I help you?”

Eddie gave you that big smile, bowing his head to you. “I was hoping you might do me the honors of spending the afternoon with me.”

You looked at him skeptically. “Me? Why?”

“Why not?” Eddie laughed, and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful of a smile he had again. “You seem cool. I want to get to know you better.”

That was how you found yourself in the back of Eddie Munson’s van, watching his long fingers rolling up a joint. Some kind of metal blasted from the car’s speakers, some band you definitely weren’t familiar with. Your stomach was in knots as you watched him deftly roll the paper.

“Are you sure this is okay?” you asked as Eddie finished up, realizing you’d run out of time to stall.

“‘Course it’s okay,” Eddie laughed, running his tongue along the paper. You watched intently as his long tongue poked out to trail along the seam of the joint. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“My dad…”

Eddie waved you off before you even finished your sentence. “Hop’s never gonna know. Calm down.” He produced a lighter from his pocket and handed you both with a flourish. “M’lady.”

You took them from him cautiously, as if they might explode in your hand. You looked over the foreign object. You were pretty sure you knew which side to light.

Your inspection was interrupted by Eddie’s chuckling. “You really haven’t done this before, huh?”

Your eyes met his and you blushed, casting your gaze downwards. “No. I’ve never smoked anything.”

“Ooh, a good girl,” Eddie teased, reaching forward to pluck the joint from your fingers. “I’ll get it started for you, baby.”

Your cheeks heated even more at the pet name, but you watched as Eddie placed the joint between his lips (you were correct about which side gets lit, at least) and flicked the lighter, bringing it to his face. The flame caught evenly, burning perfectly as Eddie breathed in a long drag. Once he’d taken two big puffs, he handed it back to you.

You took it from him with shaking hands. You brought it to your lips and breathed in just like you’d watched Eddie do - only to feel like your throat was on fire and start coughing your lungs out.

Eddie laughed hard, reaching to grab you a bottle of water. “It’s okay. Just try again. You don’t have to take a huge hit.”

Once your coughing fit had ended and you’d wiped the tears off your face, gratefully accepting the water bottle and taking a big sip, you worked up the courage to try again. You breathed in slower this time, following the instructions Eddie was giving you. This time you were able to get the smoke into your lungs and hold it there, letting it out in a shaking breath before you started coughing again.

“Atta girl!” Eddie praised, taking the joint back from you and bringing it back to his own mouth. “You’re a natural. Knew you’d like it.”

It didn’t take long before you began to feel it. The music sounded so good you just had to sway along, and everything Eddie said was so funny. Time felt like it moved in slow motion and life looked like you were watching a movie.

“Enjoying yourself?” Eddie asked, making himself nice and comfortable in the back of the van. His long legs were spread out before him, crossed at the ankles while his hands rested intertwined on his stomach.

You nodded, a dopey smile on your face. “Yeah, I’m…having a great time,” you said before falling into a fit of giggles.

Eddie laughed along with you. “Yeah, looks like it.” He looked you over, like he was admiring every part of your body. “I knew I could get you to loosen up.”

His music sounded heavenly in your ears now. You were so warm and cozy, you could have stayed here all night. You spent most of the night there with Eddie, just talking and laughing about any and everything. You realized it had been a long time since you’d laughed so hard and felt so free.

Eddie drove you home, thankfully early enough that you beat your dad there. Your head still felt fuzzy but you weren’t as blasted as you had been.

“Thanks,” you said shyly as you climbed out of the van. “For the ride home and the, uh…weed.”

Eddie gave you that huge grin again. “Any time, sweetheart.”

You spent yet another night with your thoughts full of Eddie. He was actually a cool person. But you knew your dad would never approve of that friendship, or what you had been up to tonight.

Hopper came home with pizzas in hand. You were relieved, since you’d had the munchies for hours and the snacks you and Eddie had devoured in the back of the van had long since worn off. He looked at you suspiciously when you laughed far too hard at his cheesy dad jokes, but didn’t question you.

You and Eddie were fast friends after that. Spending just about every day after school together, getting high, exploring abandoned buildings you weren’t supposed to be at, sitting in on Corroded Coffin band practice and Hellfire Club meetings. You had become near inseparable, something that was strange to his friends when he first brought you around, but now you were like a package deal. Where Eddie went, you were sure to follow, and vice versa.

Eddie continued having his run-ins with the Hawkins police, including your father. It seemed he was just incapable of staying out of trouble. He got bored, and once that boredom hit, he was sure to be off doing something stupid to entertain himself, no matter how you put your foot down or begged him not to.

You could hardly even be surprised when you were home one night and Hopper walked in, looking pissed as hell and grumbling under his breath as he slid off his jacket.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him, brows furrowed. You hadn’t seen him come home this worked up very often.

Hopper turned towards you, eyes softening as he took in his daughter’s face, not wanting to take his frustration out on you. He sighed again. “It’s that Munson kid. Caught him doing a deal and he ran. Had to put a warrant out for him.”

You shouldn’t have been surprised, but your mouth nearly dropped. You reined it in, however, since your dad isn’t even supposed to know you know Eddie at all. “Wow,” is all you can think to offer.

Hopper began heading towards his bedroom to shower and change before dinner. “I have tried and tried to help that boy,” he muttered, seemingly only to himself. “But he just doesn’t want the damn help.”

Eddie was on your mind as usual that night, but this time it was worry. You tossed and turned in bed once you laid down. What kind of trouble had he gotten himself into this time?

Ping. Ping.

The sound of something hitting your window jolted your attention in that direction. Sure enough, the sound came again, accompanied by a pebble smacking against the glass.

You climbed out of bed in your pajamas, feeling nervous as you approached the window. You pushed it open, leaning your head outside.

“Eddie?”

Sure enough, the metalhead stood beneath your window, looking more disheveled than usual. He gave you a big smile. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair…”

You rolled your eyes. “What the fuck are you doing here?” you hissed, trying to keep your voice as low as possible. Because really, how dumb is he to show up to the police chief’s house when there’s a warrant out for his arrest?

“Needed to see you,” Eddie said simply with a shrug of his shoulders. “C’mon.”

“Where are we going?” you asked, eyebrows raised high.

“Does it matter?” Eddie smiled.

You debated on it. You knew this was a terrible idea. But hell, it was more fun than being in your room alone. You held up a finger telling him to give you a minute before you slipped back into the room and threw on a pair of jeans and an oversized hoodie over the t-shirt you were sleeping in. Socks and sneakers on your feet and then you were climbing out your window for the first time ever, falling to the ground safely with Eddie’s assistance. His hands lingered on your hips once you were on the ground, causing a blush to rise to your cheeks.

Eddie had parked his van around the block. The two of you walked together in mostly silence, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves. Once you were safely in the van it felt like you could breathe again. Eddie cranked his music up, and took off.

“Are we fugitives now?” you teased, nighttime breeze blowing through the open window and whipping your hair around your face.

“Just me,” Eddie laughed. You laughed too, even though nothing about the situation was funny, really.

Eddie pulled the van to a stop on a back road, a spot hidden from prying eyes. “I thought we could sit here and just hang out,” Eddie explained as he saw you taking in your surroundings. “Maybe smoke a little, listen to music, whatever you want.”

That’s how you ended up in the back of the van again, a common hangout for the two of you. A joint shared between you and good music playing through the car’s speakers, you were both feeling amazing. You sat next to him, leaned against his shoulder as you enjoyed each other’s company.

“I always thought you were so pretty, you know.”

The words caught you so off guard you suspected you’d imagined them. But you turn to Eddie and he’s looking right at you, like he’s waiting for you to say something. Like he’s nervous.

“Y-you did?” is all you’re able to respond.

Eddie smiled softly. “Yeah, of course.” His hand comes up to cup your cheek gently. “I still do. You are pretty. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Your skin felt like it was on fire. You knew you had to be red as a tomato right now, and you hoped the dim lighting in the van was enough to hide it from Eddie’s searching eyes. You knew you needed to say something, but you couldn’t make the words come out of your mouth.

Eddie brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. He was looking at you so intensely now, it made your heart beat out of your chest. He calls your name, and it sounds more beautiful on his tongue than you’ve ever heard it.

“I like you,” he said, looking right into your eyes. “I really like you. You’re the coolest girl I’ve ever met. And you’re hot, funny, smart. The whole package.”

You couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of Eddie’s mouth, and you were pretty sure the weed was making your brain work in slow motion. But he wasn’t laughing at his own joke, or saying he didn’t mean it. He was looking into your eyes, waiting for you to say something, anything, back.

“I…” you began, quickly realizing your throat was extremely dry. Eddie handed you a water bottle with a chuckle, and you took it gratefully. Once the water had soothed your throat (and given you a second to stall), you had enough courage to turn back to him. “I…I like you, too.”

Eddie’s face lit up at your words. “Yeah? You do?”

He was so cute, like an excited puppy. It was so easy to forget that this guy saw the police station as a second home and had a warrant out for his arrest that very moment. You briefly wondered if being here with him put yourself in any legal trouble, but you also didn’t really care. “Yeah. I really do.”

Eddie’s hand remained on your cheek, thumb rubbing softly over your skin. He brought his other hand to your other cheek, and then he was pulling you in. Your heart nearly stopped in your chest as you let him pull you until his lips were on yours.

Kissing Eddie felt more natural than you ever could have thought. It felt like you had always been doing this, his lips so familiar to you it was like you knew exactly what to do to drive him wild. Or maybe that was just the effect you had on him.

Eddie’s hands began to wander as you kissed him back deeply, leaving your face to trail up your thigh and to your hips, rubbing your sides over your hoodie.

He reached for the hem of your hoodie and quickly pulled it over your head. You were left in the thin pajama shirt, no bra underneath. You prayed he couldn’t see your nipples through your shirt, but with the way he was staring, you suspected he could.

“So hot,” Eddie moaned, his large hands reaching out to grasp your breasts over your shirt. Chills spread through your body as his fingers trailed over your hard nipples, and he moaned again. He groped at your tits for a while until he couldn’t take it anymore and pulled your shirt over your head, hands going straight back to your now-bare breasts. He leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples, his fingers still working the other.

The sensation caught you off guard and you gasped, a hand involuntarily shooting up to grab ahold of Eddie’s curls and accidentally pulling, which made him groan against your skin. Moans spilled from your mouth as he ran his tongue over your nipple, circling around it before puckering his lips around it and sucking. You arched your back into his mouth, wanting more, more of this feeling Eddie was providing that was making you feel like you had died and gone to heaven.

Eddie switched sides, wrapping his hot mouth against your other nipple as he attended to the other with his fingers, rubbing and pinching. The wetness left on your now exposed nipple made the cool air even more noticable against the sensitive bud. Your head leaned back against the wall of the van as Eddie worshiped your tits, his jeans growing uncomfortably tight. He palmed himself, desperate for some relief on his aching cock.

He pulled off your nipple with a pop and moved back to your lips, tongue immediately pushing into your mouth and licking everywhere he could reach, kissing you hungrily, filthily. You were both moaning into each other’s mouths, tongues tangled together, trading heavy breaths between you. You could feel your clit throbbing, you couldn’t remember the last time you had been so turned on.

“I’m so hard for you,” Eddie moaned against you, biting down on your bottom lip harshly. You let out a mix between a gasp and a moan, making Eddie chuckle darkly.

“Can I…feel?” you asked, feeling shy.

Eddie groaned at the question, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. “God, baby, you don’t even have to ask.”

Nervous, you reached over towards the bulge in his jeans. It looked intimidating enough from here. The second your palm pressed against it Eddie let out a desperate sounding groan, pushing his hips up against your hand even harder. You could feel that he was absolutely rock hard. It surprised you how hard he was, and you briefly thought he had to be uncomfortable trapped in there. He had too many clothes on, anyway.

You tugged on his shirt, wanting it out of the way. Eddie smirked at you, picking up the hint immediately as he shrugged his leather jacket off his shoulders before pulling his t-shirt over his head. You took in his bare chest in front of you, the pale skin now exposed to you. You rubbed your fingers over his belly and chest, feeling every part of him you could reach. Eddie just let you, head leaning back against the wall as he enjoyed your touch.

“Feels good, baby,” he breathed, eyes closed. He looked so pretty like this, you thought.

You trailed your hands lower, down to the bit of hair leading beneath his jeans. Eddie’s eyes shot open to look at you when your fingertips brushed there. Your hand moved lower, rubbing over his hard on over his jeans again, earning another delicious groan from his lips.

“You seem uncomfortable in here…” you said teasingly as you rubbed him.

He looked up at you, the expression in his eyes nearly pained. “Yeah…I am,” he said, voice quiet and gruff.

“I could help you with that…” you said, giving him a squeeze that dragged an even more delicious sound from him. “If you want me to.”

“Yes, god yes, please,” Eddie begged, sounding as desperate as he felt. “Please touch me, baby.”

You hadn’t realized you would like the sound of him begging, but you absolutely do. Your hands moved to his belt, working open his buckle. Eddie watched you work, big brown eyes focused on your lithe hands undoing his belt before moving to the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Wait-“ Eddie said, causing you to halt your movements immediately and look up at him, concerned. He smiled at you sheepishly. “Can you take yours off first? Wanna enjoy the view.”

You rolled your eyes at the dopey grin on his face, but obliged. You gave him a little show as you wiggled your hips, pushing the denim down your body until you kicked it away. Eddie’s eyes never left you once.

Left in only your panties now, you moved back to Eddie, fingers hooking onto the waistband of his jeans. He lifted his hips off the ground as you pulled them down for him. He was left in nothing but his boxers, your eyes immediately drawn to the very, very large tent in them.

“You look like you need some attention,” you teased.

It took everything in Eddie to resist wrapping his own hand around his cock, pulsing and aching and neglected, but he wanted you to be the one to touch him. “Yeah, uh…could definitely use some,” Eddie said, his cheeks flushing pink. Cute.

You watched him as you leaned forward, licking against the tip of his cock over his boxers.

Eddie shuddered, a shaky groan leaving his lips. “Don’t tease me sweetheart, please,” he begged. You could see his dick twitch beneath the material.

As much fun as you were having, you decided to take mercy on him. Eddie lifted his hips again for you to pull his boxers down, his girth slapping against his abdomen. Your eyes widened at it - long, hard, and needy. Tip red and leaking, cock twitching as he looked at you looking at him.

You wrapped a hand around his base, drawing a hiss from Eddie. You started stroking him slowly, thumb running over his tip and smearing his precum along his length. Eddie groaned, resisting the urge to buck his hips up for more. “God, baby,” he moaned, head thrown back and eyes closed.

“Feel good?” you asked him, eyes darting between your hand moving along his beautiful cock, and his beautiful face, contorted in pleasure.

“Fuck yeah,” he moaned, eyes opening to look into your face. “Faster, sweetheart, please.”

You sped up your movements, jerking him faster. You reached your free hand down to grasp his balls, making Eddie whimper. “Fuck, please, your mouth, babe…”

You didn’t think you could deny anything he asked of you right now. You got yourself comfortable on your knees in front of him before leaning forward and wrapping your lips around his tip. Swirling your tongue around the head, flicking over the slit and tasting him. Eddie’s hand shot up to grab your hair, his thighs trembling beneath your hands. You sunk your head down his length, determined to take as much of him as possible. You gagged about halfway down, already feeling like you were taking so much.

“You can take it, sweetheart,” Eddie said, his voice strained and fist shaking against the back of your head. “You can take all of me. Open that pretty mouth nice and wide for me.”

You moaned around him at his dirty words, and Eddie couldn’t help the way his hips bucked up into your mouth. “Shit! Sorry!” Eddie exclaimed as you came off him quickly, gagging and coughing.

“It’s okay,” you said, wiping the tears from your face once you were breathing normally again. You wrapped your lips around him again and sunk down, opening your jaw as wide as you could. Tears started falling again once you had taken almost all of him, and you nearly gave up, if not for the sinful noises Eddie was making as you took him deeper and deeper. When you finally felt your nose pressed against the brown curls at his base, you felt accomplished. You hummed around him, pleased with your work.

Eddie, however, was hanging on by a thread.

“Shit, shit!” he hissed, fist clenched in your hair and whole body shaking at the feeling of his entire cock buried down your throat. He knew you probably couldn’t breathe, so he only held you there for a few glorious seconds before he let go, resting his hand on your head instead of forcing it.

You began to bob your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could every time. Eddie moaned wantonly above you, fingers brushing through your hair affectionately as you gave him the best head of his life. “God, baby, that’s…fucking incredible, shit…”

You pop off of his cock and move down to lick at his balls, sucking them into your mouth which makes Eddie’s moans go higher. You take his length back in your mouth and suck him messily, saliva dripping down onto his thighs. Neither of you cared. It caught you by surprise when Eddie pulled on your hair, pulling you off of him entirely. You looked at him confused.

“I was about to bust down your throat, babe,” Eddie laughed, completely breathless. “And I wanna fuck that cute little pussy first.”

Eddie pushed you against the floor of the van as he crawled over you, long curls reaching down to tickle your face. You giggled, which Eddie loved, and he dipped his head, shaking it to tickle you with his hair even more.

He dipped his head lower to press kisses to your neck. He started slow, placing kisses across the skin, before he started nipping at your pulse point, biting and sucking the sensitive spot. The feeling drove you crazy, and you arched into him, turning your head to give him full access. Eddie absolutely devoured your skin, moaning as he left dark love bites to remember him by.

His hand slipped beneath the hem of your panties, fingers tracing through your glistening folds. “So wet for me…” Eddie mumbled against your ear, sending chills through your body. He held his hand up to show your wetness covering his long fingers, before sticking them in his mouth and sucking them clean with a groan. “And so sweet.”

Eddie was on his knees between your legs before you even realized what was happening, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties as he slowly began to peel them off your body and down your smooth legs.

He placed his hands on your knees and spread your legs apart, eyes drinking in your pussy spread out before him, all for him. “God…” he muttered to himself, and his cock kicked up with anticipation.

“Want you, Eddie,” you begged him, as he was taking far too long just to stare. You couldn’t really blame him, though, as your eyes lingered on his body a little too long, too.

Eddie smirked at you. “Yeah? Want my cock, sweetheart?” he teased, leaning forward to trail his lips along your jaw.

“Please,” you begged him, pushing your hips up against him, his cock sliding against your slick folds. Eddie groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he rocked his hips against you more.

“You ready for me, baby?” he asked, lifting your legs around his waist and rubbing his cockhead against your throbbing clit, lining himself up at your entrance. “‘Cause I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

“Please, please,” you begged again, writhing beneath him, so desperate to feel Eddie inside you. You felt your pussy clenching around nothing, your mind running with thoughts of what it will feel like to have all of him.

Eddie needed no further encouragement. He began to push in, groaning as he sunk into you inch by inch. The stretch was intense but also incredible. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock. You grabbed onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as he stretched you more and more with every thick inch. Your brow was furrowed, eyes closed tight as he finally bottomed out, keeping himself still despite his every instinct to absolutely ruin you.

“You okay, baby?” Eddie asked, eyes intently on your face. You opened your eyes, letting out a shaky exhale. The pain was starting to fade as you got used to his girth.

“I’m okay,” you assured him. “You can move.”

He pulled his hips back, slowly drawing out of you. Despite the pain you had felt, being empty was worse. You wanted nothing more than for him to fill you again. Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long.

Eddie set a steady pace, thrusting into you slowly yet powerfully. You couldn’t help but moan with every thrust, each push inside of you pressing right up against something that felt absolutely incredible. Your body trembled beneath him as Eddie leaned over you, rolling his hips into yours again and again.

“Shit, you’re so tight, baby,” Eddie muttered against your cheek as he pressed deep inside you, causing you to cry out at the intense pressure against your bundle of nerves. “Taking me so well. You’re so good for me.”

You moaned at his praise, wanting to be a good girl for him. “Faster, Eddie, please,” you whined.

With the permission he’d been waiting for, Eddie sped up his hips, fucking into you harder and faster. The van was rocking, windows fogged up, the obscene sound of your skin slapping together and loud, uninhibited moans filling the space and tuning out the music.

Eddie buried his face in your neck, loud whines coming from his pretty lips. You never imagined he could make the noises he was currently making, and it made your clit throb even harder, your pussy clenching tightly around his length.

“So good baby, perfect little cunt,” Eddie rasped out, sounding like he was utterly lost in the feeling of you. He began to babble, mind lost to the pleasure. “That’s my good girl, taking my fat cock like that. Letting me spread her wide and take what’s mine. Filthy little slut, all for me, fuck, so fucking tight and wet, pussy’s perfect.”

All you could do was hold onto his strong shoulders, desperate for some sort of lifeline as he fucked you stupid. Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head as he began to move even faster, hips snapping into you brutally now as Eddie sets a relentless pace. Desperate moans spilled from your lips uncontrollably. Eddie’s free hand gripped onto your thigh tightly as he rutted into you, his other arm holding all his weight above you.

“So…so good, Eddie, feels so good, you’re so deep, s’big, can’t take it…” you find yourself rambling without a single coherent thought in your brain.

“You can take it, sweetheart, you are taking it, taking me so good,” Eddie encouraged. He bit down on your shoulder, and you cried out, squeezing around him. You felt something building deep inside you, growing rapidly with every move of Eddie’s hips.

“Eddie…’m close…” you whined, and he moaned against your neck.

“Pretty girl, my girl. I want you to come all over my cock,” Eddie begged, hips pistoning into you at a rapid pace. He let go of your thigh and moved his free hand between your bodies instead, pressing down on your swollen clit and rubbing circles against it. “Wanna feel you make a mess all over me.”

The moans leaving your lips were so whiny, desperate sounding and loud, you hardly even recognized them as coming from you. You didn’t even know you were making noises at all. Eddie shoved you right off the edge, and your release hit hard. You tightened your legs around his waist as you arched beneath him, hips bucking up to meet his movements as you moaned his name over and over again. Eddie pressed his lips onto yours hard, swallowing your moans as he licked into your mouth again, his own moans growing in intensity now.

“Fuck…shit, sweetheart, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m almost there, keep squeezing me just like that, Christ,” Eddie babbled as his thrusts turned quicker, frantic and sloppy with no rhythm as he desperately chased his release. He pumped into you roughly a couple more times before he stilled with a cry, painting your walls with his seed deep inside. He pumped his hips slowly through the last of his orgasm, making sure you got every last drop.

Your bodies were wrapped around one another as you came down from your highs, both trembling and trying to catch your breath. Once Eddie had composed himself enough he began placing kisses all over your neck, up to your cheek until he eventually reached your lips, where he placed a sweet, lingering kiss.

Eddie rolled off of you, not bothering to go farther than the floor of the van next to you. He reached for his cigarettes and pulled one out, placing it between his lips and lighting it. The smoke filled the van, and you scrunched up your nose at the smell.

“That was fucking incredible,” Eddie laughed, breaking the silence. You couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Yeah. It was.”

Eddie draws circles onto the skin of your belly with his free hand as he drags on his cigarette. “Maybe…you should be my girl.”

Your gaze shot to his face, your eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie smiled, brushing some of your sweaty hair out of your face. “You’re the coolest girl I’ve ever met. I love spending time with you.” A smirk grew across his face. “Perfect pussy, too.”

You smacked him on the arm, making Eddie laugh. “You’re such a perv.”

“I just can’t help myself around you.” Eddie looked at you like you were the best thing he’d ever seen in his life. A revelation. A goddess.

You sighed, noticing the time on the van’s radio. “Shit. I probably need to get back home before dad realizes I’m gone.”

Eddie sighed heavily, too, as he finished his cigarette and stubbed it out. “Yeah. I’ll drive you back.” He didn’t want to see the night end, but he knew you were right. He began to pull his clothes back on as you did the same.

The whole ride home, you thought about Eddie. Not just the incredible night you’d shared, or that he’s your boyfriend now, but thoughts of the warrant creep back into your mind, interrupting the happier thoughts. “What’s going to happen?”

You didn’t have to explain what you were referring to. “I’ll, uh, have to do some time,” he said, like the only thing he was sorry about was that it was hurting you. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You nodded, feeling like tears were going to spill from your eyes at any moment. You had just found this amazing, beautiful thing that made you so happy, and now it was going to be taken away. Locked away.

Eddie reached over and held your hand in his. He gave it a comforting squeeze. “It won’t be long though, promise. You’ll wait for me on the outside, yeah?” he asked, teasing grin on his face.

You mustered up a smile in return. “‘Course I will. I’ll wait as long as it takes for you.”

Eddie smiled at that, bringing your hand to his mouth to place a kiss on the back of your knuckles. “I don’t deserve you.”

He stopped the van a safe distance from your house again. After a goodbye kiss that turned into an accidental makeout session, Eddie walked you back to your window.

“Such a gentleman,” you tease as you prepare to sneak back into your bedroom.

Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist. “Always.” He kissed you again, and just like every time he’s kissed you, you melt right into it. It could have turned into another makeout session if it wasn’t for your dad’s bedroom light turning on, snapping you back to reality.

“Be safe, Eddie,” you told him, kissing him one last time.

“Don’t worry about me, princess,” he said. He lifted you up to help you reach the window easier and you climbed back inside, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

You turned back to the window when you stood. Eddie gave you a wink, smirk on his face, before he turned and disappeared back into the darkness.

That night as you laid in bed you could still feel him all over you. Tingles all over your body everywhere he touched. You would never be the same, you felt.

Eddie Munson was going to be the death of you.

[rubycruzin4abruzin]

I hate you, too

Summary: Ruby is your acting rival as well as your sworn enemy. When you’re cast in the same movie, you struggle with the fight choreography, an area which your co-star excels at. What will you do when you have no choice but to swallow your pride and ask her for extra help?

Pairing: ruby cruz x actress!reader

Contains: mature language, some adult humor, kissing, angst, enemies to lovers, slow burn, forced proximity, walked in on while changing, non-sexual knife play, clumsy!reader, publicity tweets, there was only One Trailer

Word Count: 6.6k (told you it’s a slow burn)

A/N: This is a Real Person Fiction, RPF Guidelines still stand. Morally, I refuse to write smut for Ruby Cruz. That being said, I miss writing smut!! Dying to write some Kit Tanthalos smut after this, if anyone has a request feel free to send it in. That being said, Ruby is always super fun to write for, and I hope y’all enjoy! :)

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If you never saw Ruby Cruz again, it would be too soon.

You first encountered her shortly after moving to Los Angeles to pursue acting. During a meeting with your agent to discuss a contract, she entered unannounced, as if the office belonged to her.

“Hey Estelle, I’m here to pick up the ‘Mare of Easttown’ audition sides,” she stated, barely glancing in your direction.

Estelle handed her a stack of papers before introducing you. “This is Ruby Cruz, one of my regular clients. You two will likely be seeing a lot of each other.”

Ruby finally turned toward you, assessing you with her bright blue eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul. She gave you a curt smile, and offered her hand.

“Nice to meet you. Estelle’s the best; you’re gonna love her.”

You shook her hand as Estelle chuckled at the flattery, shaking her head and modestly dismissing it.

“Ruby has an audition next week for that ‘Mare of Easttown’ show… which reminds me! I think you could also be a good fit for that. We can discuss more later, but for now, let me at least get you the audition sides.”

Estelle began to gather nearby papers into a stack, stapling the corner before handing them to you. Excitement bubbled in your chest at the thought of acting in a show as notable as ‘Mare of Easttown.’

Ruby hummed, clucking her tongue as you flipped through the stack of papers. Glancing up at her from your seat, you could have sworn you saw her eyes squint, almost as if she now saw you as nothing more than competition.

“In that case, hope you break a leg.”

With a wave goodbye to Estelle, she left the office. You couldn’t place it at the time, but something about her tone felt… off.

The audition came and went, and it was just your luck that Ruby ended up landing the role. Of course, it became her breakout role, one that juiced up her resume and propelled her career.

Initially, it didn’t bother you that much; after all it was just one audition. However, given that you were both conventionally attractive actresses in the same age range, Estelle frequently recommended you for the same roles. You began to see her face at every single audition, and frankly, you were sick of it.

That’s not to say you lost every role to Ruby Cruz; sure she was your competition, but you both had your share of the limelight. She was Hazel Callahan in “Bottoms,” and you were Harper McCallington in “Out & Uncool.” While she was busy filming for “Willow” as Princess Kit Tanthalos, you starred as Empress Kian Thorne in a limited series entitled “Cottonwood.”

You were a tad jealous that Ruby landed a continuing series while yours was limited, so when you found out about “Willow” being abruptly canceled after one season, you couldn’t help but revel in the schadenfreude.

Despite your individual successes, you harbored a deep dislike for Ruby. Yes, she was pretty, with pale blue eyes and dark hair that offset her ivory skin, but watching her stride into every audition wearing that all-too-familiar smug smile only fueled your resentment and made your blood boil.

Several months after moving to LA, one particular audition day commenced with a morning from hell. You woke up groggy with your hair in a rats nest, and spent the majority of the morning battling with the bathroom mirror in an attempt to render yourself presentable. Once you could actually run a comb through it, a quick glance at a clock revealed you were running late. Hastily, you grabbed your resume, poured some of your roommates' leftover coffee into a travel mug, and dashed out the door in a race against time.

Curses flew out of your mouth while you sat in the infamous LA traffic, fingers tapping anxiously against the steering wheel while your eyes darted towards the clock.

Arriving at the audition site, you parked haphazardly and rushed to the entrance, coffee sloshing against your mug with every step. Pushing open the doors, you immediately caught sight of the very person you knew you would see but secretly wished you wouldn’t.

There was Ruby, sitting in the waiting room, too focused on studying her audition material to even notice you had walked in. She wore a white blouse with floral patterns, jeans, and white converse—an undoubtedly effortless outfit that looked so good on her, it genuinely annoyed you.

Shaking your head, you tried to push aside any thoughts of Ruby and focus on the audition. As you stepped towards the sign-in table, your notorious clumsiness struck as you mis-stepped and tripped over your own foot. Fortunately, you managed to catch yourself before face-planting, but you lost control of your mug, ending up spilling coffee all over your sworn enemy.

Ruby stood up in shock, the lukewarm liquid staining her white blouse and smudging the ink on her papers. She lifted her head, glaring at you with narrowed eyes.

“What the hell!” She exclaimed.

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open in shock. “Shit, Ruby, I’m so…”

“You did that on purpose!”

The brewing apology halted at her accusation. Indignation swelled within you, and the urge to defend yourself took over.

“Excuse me? It was an accident! Jesus!”

“You don’t think I know you don’t like me?” She spat back. “Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”

By now, everyone else in the waiting room was watching the two of you, while the stage manager at the sign-in table desperately tried to de-escalate the situation.

You felt your face flush at the unwanted attention as you attempted to lower your voice. “Ruby, I may not be your biggest fan, but I would never do something like that on purpose.”

“Oh please, I know your type. You would do anything to land a role, even if it’s underhanded!”

“For fucks sake, Ruby!” You rolled your eyes, exasperated at this conversation. “I land roles just fine on my own. Not everything is about you!”

“You’re seriously standing here telling me that ‘not everything is about me’ when you’re the one who ruined my blouse right before an audition?!”

“What is the meaning of this?!”

You and Ruby turned your heads toward the unidentified voice to see what appeared to be the director of the project standing in the doorway. He peered down at the two of you with an icy glare, while the stage manager stood next to him with her arms crossed.

A gulp involuntarily forced its way down your throat. You looked over at Ruby, who stood frozen with all the color seemingly drained from her face. Both of you waited with baited breath for the director's next move as his nostrils flared.

“Both of you. Out. Now.”

“There’s good news, and bad news.”

You and Ruby stared at Estelle from across her desk, shame and embarrassment radiating from the both of you. Last week's altercation at the audition made headlines on LA Twitter news, prompting her to call an emergency meeting to discuss next steps.

“You already know the bad news,” Estelle sighed. “Word got out about your little ‘stunt.’ As of right now, neither of you have great reputations in the Hollywood eye.”

Estelle turned to look directly at you, making you shrink in your seat. “Not many people want to work with an actor who would sabotage another actor’s audition to get a leg-up.”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself but immediately closed it upon seeing the look on Estelle’s face. She looked away from you, focusing her attention on Ruby next.

“And no one wants to work with a hothead who causes scenes and goes on public cursing sprees.”

Ruby squirmed under Estelle’s scrutiny, looking down at her lap to avoid eye contact.

Estelle leaned back in her chair, glancing back and forth between the two of you. “Fortunately, there is some good news.”

Your ears perked up at this, curious as to what kind of good would come out of this kind of publicity. Glancing over at Ruby, you noticed she raised her gaze while still keeping her head lowered. Estelle continued.

“Another director caught wind of the situation and contacted me immediately. Apparently, he’s been toying with this idea for a movie about two rival mafia bosses who go undercover as high school cheerleaders. He is adamant that the two of you play the leading roles.”

Shock painted your features as you attempted to process what Estelle just told you. You looked over at Ruby, who seemed just as bewildered as you.

“So, this director wants to work with two people who can’t stand each other?” She inquired.

Estelle shrugged. “I’ve been told he’s very… method. Authenticity is everything to him, no matter what the consequences. Still, people say to trust his process because he’s extremely brilliant.”

She pulled out a couple business cards and handed them to the both of you, his name in thick black font jumping out from the white background.

Calvin Cunningham. Film Director.

Calvin Cunningham turned out to be quite the character.

He was brutally honest, always saying exactly what he thought of something. He engaged with the cast and crew as if they were his best friends, but if something wasn’t up to his standards, he never hesitated to voice his dissatisfaction.

His methods were eccentric and unusual, with an unwavering commitment to authenticity. They were unorthodox, but if they proved to be effective, he couldn’t care less about the cost.

On the first day of shooting, after being given your trailer assignment, you were about to go inside when you saw something that made you stop dead in your tracks. There, hanging on the back of the trailer door, was a big gold star with two names engraved into it.

Yours… and Ruby’s.

Outraged, you turned and marched towards Calvin, only to find him already in conversation with a head of loathsome brunette locks.

“This has to be some mistake,” cried Ruby. “I can’t share a trailer with her!”

“Ditto.” You piped up, moving to stand next to your rival.

Calvin shook his head. “No mistake. You guys can’t stand each other, and I want to maintain that energy throughout filming. I figured some forced proximity could help to fuel that fire.”

“Please, Calvin. I will literally share with anyone else,” you pleaded, words falling on deaf ears as Calvin simply turned and walked away from the two of you.

Ruby turned to glare at you with shrunken pupils, and you reciprocated with a side-eye right back. As you both began your way over to your shared trailer, you couldn’t help but acknowledge: this might be the first time you and Ruby actually agreed on something.

Filming was going well, all things considered. You and Ruby spent your days on set, hashing out all your hatred towards each other in front of the camera, and then pretty much ignored each other otherwise.

Changing could be slightly awkward, given the shared trailer, but you and Ruby had an unspoken agreement to keep to yourselves. Nevertheless, the trailer was a tight space, allowing you to see everything within your peripheral vision. Despite your disdain for Ruby, you couldn’t help but admire the delicate curve of her tapered waist and how it contrasted against her toned stomach. Even you could appreciate how her hair became disheveled every time she lifted a clothing item over her head, prompting her to shake it out until her short tresses tumbled over her shoulder.

You chalked it up to vanity, but sometimes you swore you caught her checking you out from the corner of her eye, too.

One day, while checking your schedule for the upcoming week, you noticed a choreography rehearsal planned for the big knife fight scene towards the end of the movie. Dread immediately consumed you, settling in your stomach like a boulder reaching the bottom of a hill.

It wasn’t because you were worried about getting into a knife fight with Ruby; you knew the weapons were harmless props and posed no threat to your safety. You dreaded any kind of choreography rehearsal, as you were notoriously an uncoordinated klutz. It was like you bore a curse of delayed reaction times and two left feet—a burden that weighed on your shoulders like an anchor.

On the day of the rehearsal, you walked into the stunt room to see Ruby already there, stretching in yoga pants and a crop top that hung just below her ribcage. Calvin stood in the corner conversing with the choreographer, Lucas: an effeminate man with a muscular build that offset his short stature.

Minutes after you started stretching, Lucas blew his whistle, calling you and Ruby over to the center of the room.

“Hey guys! Hope you’re as excited as I am to do some fight choreography.” He chirped, flashing a toothy grin.

While Lucas spoke, your attention shifted to Ruby. She stood confidently, her hands resting on her hips as she listened for instructions. You rolled your eyes. Of course she was confident, she had plenty of combat training during “Willow,” and even more during “Bottoms.”

As much as you hated to admit it, this was one area where Ruby outshone you.

“In this scene,” Lucas explained, handing each of you a prop knife labeled with your characters names. “Quinn and Gia both realize they’re from rival mafia families, and draw their weapons at the regional cheer competition.”

You turned the knife over in your hand, running your thumb over the “Quinn” sticker on the handle. “Is this… a real knife?”

Lucas nodded. “Yes, but it’s been dulled for your safety. Don’t worry.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief, knowing your lack of coordination posed less of a threat now.

Lucas continued. “For the first part, Quinn, advance towards Gia with the knife raised, like you want to slit her throat. Gia, sidestep and dodge her attack.”

You positioned your knife and lunged at Ruby, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding after she successfully avoided the blade.

Lucas nodded in approval. “Great! Now Gia, advance towards Quinn with your weapon, and she’ll block and engage.”

Ruby lunged at you, but when you tried to block her attack, the knife slipped from your grip and fell from your hand. Your face flushed as you stared at the blade, now lying on the plush mat.

“What was that?” Calvin interrupted, still watching from the corner of the room.

Lucas shot him a sheepish grin. “It’s ok, Calvin. It’s just the first rehearsal.”

Calvin grumbled incoherently as you bent down to pick up your knife. You noticed Ruby’s lips curl into a subtle smirk at your mishap, provoking an eye-roll from you.

“Let’s try that again,” Lucas stated. “This time, Gia, why don���t you try advancing a little slower?”

Ruby nodded, and moved towards you seemingly in slow-motion. This time, you managed the block successfully and engaged your weapons without issue.

Lucas beamed in approval. “Great! Let’s move on.”

He went on with instructions, leading you through the engagement of your weapons. Despite the slow pace, you repeatedly made a fool of yourself throughout the entire rehearsal. Sweaty palms hindered your grip on the knife, and you even managed to confuse your left from your right. Calvin stood fuming in the corner, while Ruby’s initially smug demeanor gradually turned into one of annoyance.

“Alright,” Lucas started, wiping his brow and forcing a tight smile. “For this last part, Gia, focus on disarming your opponent, and then tackle her. Quinn, this should be pretty easy. All you have to do is keep yourself open and fall.”

You gulped and assumed the ‘ready’ position, locking eyes with Ruby. She advanced, carefully redirecting your blade before grabbing your shoulders to push you onto your back. Unfortunately, as you were going down, a misstep caused you to lose your footing. Your arms flailed out of instinct, and in the search for stability, you inadvertently dragged the blade across Ruby’s cheek, leaving a bright red cut in its wake.

Startled, she hissed and dropped you onto the mat, hands moving to cradle her injured cheek. “Ouch! What the hell?!”

Calvin and Lucas rushed to Ruby’s side while you stared at your freshly-bloodied knife and tried to process what had just happened. “I thought you said they were dulled!”

“Well yeah, but they’re still real knives!” Lucas exclaimed, moving Ruby’s hand to see the cut.

A stream of apologies flew from your mouth immediately, but Ruby only responded with an icy glare and Calvin mumbled something about the makeup artist before storming out of the room. A lump rose to your throat as you blinked back tears, humiliated and filled with guilt. Once again, your clumsiness managed to ruin things for the people around you.

As you got up to leave the room, you looked back and met Ruby’s gaze. This time, instead of annoyance or anger, her face held only a look of pity as she watched you walk away.

At the end of the day, after you and Ruby were no longer needed on set, you found yourself standing outside your shared trailer, hands wringing in anticipation for what you were about to do.

Despite your best efforts, you knew your struggle to grasp the fight choreography was impeding production. Ruby, on the other hand, excelled at stage combat. You needed the extra practice, and Lucas had already gone home. After several hours of contemplation, you resolved to set aside your pride and seek help from your sworn enemy.

With a deep breath, you entered the trailer. Ruby was already inside, dressed in yoga pants and a sports bra, clearly in the middle of changing. You felt your cheeks flush as she spun around, revealing a neon green band-aid on her right cheek.

“Ever heard of knocking?” She spat, covering herself defensively.

Your brows furrowed in disbelief. “It’s my trailer too!”

She scoffed, turning around to finish putting her shirt on. You sighed, knowing the odds were already not in your favor.

“Fine, I’m sorry,” you began, prompting her to look back at you, puzzled. “Not about the trailer, but about the knife, and the coffee, and just… everything. I know you think I’m out to get you, but I’m not, I’m just really accident-prone, and for that I’m sorry.”

Her gaze softened slightly, and she nodded, silently accepting your apology. You continued, avoiding eye contact for what you were about to ask.

“Listen… I need your help.”

Your words took her by surprise. “With what?”

“Fight choreography,” you pressed. “I know we don’t really get along, and I wouldn’t ask if I had literally any other option, but you’re incredible at stage combat. Please, I could really use the practice.

“No argument there,” she snarled. “But why should I help you?”

“Because we’re co-stars, if I look good, you look good. Besides, do you really want to risk another one of those?” You gestured to the band-aid on her cheek.

Ruby touched the bandaged wound, wincing from the pain.

Defeated, she groaned. “Fine, I’ll help you, but only on two conditions.”

She stepped closer until she was inches from your face, close enough that her warm breath grazed your skin. You felt the sharp jab of her finger in your chest as she locked eyes with you.

“First, during training, you do everything I say, exactly as I say it. And second…” she moved back, crossing her arms with a smirk. “…you owe me a favor.”

“Okay,” you shrugged. “What do you want?”

“I’ll let you know when I think of something,” she replied. “As of right now, we have a fight to train for.”

You followed her to the stunt room, now fully unoccupied as most of the crew had gone home. Ruby switched on the lights and made her way to the props table while you took your spot on one of the mats.

“Hmm,” she scrunched up her nose as she picked up the knives you had used to train earlier. “I really don’t trust you with a weapon right now. No offense.”

“None taken,” you replied, pleasantly surprised at the lack of offense.

Ruby moved around the room in search of a safer substitute. She ended up at a supply cabinet, and sifted through it until she proudly held up a miniature pool noodle.

“Noodles!” She announced, grabbing one and handing you another.

“Perfect,” you exhaled, relieved.

Ruby assumed the ‘ready’ position across from you while you mirrored her stance, gripping the pool noodle as if it were your knife.

“Alright,” she started. “Why don’t we skip the exposition, since there’s no issues there. Let’s jump to the weapon engagement.”

You stepped forward, engaging with Ruby’s noodle. She nodded in approval before continuing the choreography.

“Left, right, no… right. Wait… do you not know your left from your right?”

Embarrassed, you dropped your gaze to the mat. “I do… I just… have to stop and think about it sometimes…”

Ruby chuckled, rolling her eyes. “I am totally going to give you shit about that later, but for now, let’s just work on muscle memory.”

She moved behind you, reaching around to take hold of your wrists before leaning into whisper. “Is this ok?”

A shudder traveled down your spine as her breath tickled your ear, a subtle expression you prayed she didn’t notice. “Y-yeah… you’re good.”

The way her fingertips brushed so gently against your skin felt like a million tiny shocks of electricity, but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why.

“Left, right, left-left, right,” she guided your dominant hand through the movements. “Over, under, around and right.”

She repeated the sequence once more before letting go of you, stepping back to observe. “Show it to me.”

You demonstrated flawlessly, earning a beam of approval.

“Good. Let’s move on.”

From there, Ruby continued to guide you through the combat sequence in its entirety, stopping repeatedly to work out the kinks and offer helpful tips. She taught you where to hold your body weight so you didn’t stumble, and even showed you how to look like you fell on purpose, if necessary. As much as you hated the girl, you had to admit, she was a pretty good teacher.

Eventually, after hours of training, you reached the last step of the routine. Both of you were drenched in sweat and panting hard, but determined to make it to the end.

“Now…” Ruby rested her hands on her knees as she attempted to catch her breath. “Last but not least: the fall. So to start, I push down on your shoulders…”

She placed her hands near your collarbone and gently pushed, causing your arms to flail and smack her with the pool noodle. Immediately letting go of you, she took a step back with her hands up. You froze, expecting her to yell at you, but to your surprise she threw her head back in laughter.

“And that…” she pointed to the band-aid on her cheek “…is how this happened.”

You forced a nervous giggle in response as you stared at her hysterical disposition. Her laugh was crisp, almost melodic, like windchimes in a summer breeze. You weren’t quite sure what she found so funny; perhaps she was so tired from the long rehearsal, she collapsed into a state of hysteria.

Ruby calmed down after a minute or two, wiping away a tear as her breathing subsided. “So, I’m guessing you don’t like having your shoulders touched?”

You shook your head. “It’s not that. I guess it just feels constricting to have someone pushing me while I’m trying to fall safely.”

She clicked her tongue, seemingly deep in thought. “Hmm… why don’t we modify it a little bit? I could push you by your hips, let you fall, and then pin you down.”

“Can we do that?” You asked, concerned about getting into trouble again.

“Yeah, it’s not a huge change. I’m sure Lucas won’t mind. Besides, actor safety is always number one priority… and that includes my own.” She gestured to her cheek again with a lopsided smirk, prompting you to grimace apologetically.

You centered your body weight as she approached you, grasping your sides before letting her fingers wrap around your hip bones. She met your eyes, searching for approval.

“Better?” She asked.

Your voice came out hoarse, almost a whisper. “Yeah. Much better.”

“The most important thing,” she explained, “is to keep your body open.”

She moved her hands from your hips up to your arms, positioning them until they were spread out on each side, as if you were preparing for a big hug.

“When I disarm you, move your arms to the side like this. That way, you’ll have more control over a fall, and I’ll have less chance of getting cut.”

You nodded in understanding as she took a step back, preparing for the attack.

“Slow motion, ok? No rush.”

She carefully walked towards you and grabbed your hips, pushing with gentle pressure. Keeping your body open, you fell safely to the mat, back flat on the floor and arms spread out to your sides.

Ruby stood over you wearing a look of pride and satisfaction before offering out her hand to help you up from the mat.

“Wow,” she exclaimed with a breathless chuckle. “I’m a really great teacher.”

You rolled your eyes at her familiar cocky attitude. “Mhm… so, is that it?”

“Not yet. One more time, from the top. Let’s put it all together.”

“Full speed?” You asked, getting into position.

She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow, breathing heavily as she moved to stand across from you. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

On her count, you lunged at her with your noodle before she sidestepped and dodged the attack. She reciprocated with an advance of her own, prompting you to block it and successfully engage your props.

“Left, right, left-left, right,” she called out. “Over, under, around and right.”

The two of you continued sparring, each movement now pristine and polished. Droplets of sweat scattered from your skin as your props flew at lightning speed, every advance met with a clean block or countered with the appropriate attack. It was like your bodies were in perfect sync, months of built up tension finally surfacing to glide seamlessly through combat.

As you reached the end of the routine, Ruby expelled your weapon, disarming you and prompting your arms to extend. She seized your hips, fingertips pressing into your plush sides, and pushed until you could fall safely. Back now flat against the mat, she crawled on top of you, straddling your hips while planting her hands on either side of your head.

Time seemingly froze as Ruby hovered above you, keeping you trapped underneath her. Her face was close, so close that you were panting into each other's mouths. You stared up at her, noticing her bright blue eyes had turned significantly darker, and you swore, just for a split second, you saw them glance down at your lips.

“You…” she panted, breathless. “Y-you…”

Your heart pounded in your chest, flustered from the mix of adrenalines. “W-what about me?”

“You… you smell… so bad.”

With that, she immediately picked herself off of you, leaving you lying in a heap on the mat.

Annoyed and confused, you sat up to glare at her. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” she turned away from you and cracked her back. “We’ve been in here for awhile, and you really need a shower.”

“Look who’s talking,” you spat back. “Your hair is literally sticking to your forehead!”

She reached up, awkwardly brushing her hair out of her face while mumbling something incoherent. It was like the air around you had suddenly turned thick with tension, neither of you daring to speak up for fear of saying what you were both thinking.

You decided to break the silence. “What time is it?”

Ruby glanced at her watch. “Almost 1am.”

“Shit,” you responded, not realizing it had gotten so late. “Guess we should…”

“Yeah,” she cut you off.

Without another word, the two of you gathered your things to leave for the evening. On the way out, neither of you offered a “bye” or “see you tomorrow,” but both of you turned to glance back when the other wasn’t looking.

For the remainder of the week, you and Ruby avoided each other like the plague, but not necessarily in the way you had previously. Before, there was always a palpable negative energy looming between the two of you, something Calvin could exploit for the cameras. Now, your scenes read awkwardly, both of you too preoccupied the events of the other night to properly engage in animosity.

This shift in dynamic didn’t go unnoticed by the cast and crew, especially Calvin, who never hesitated to hide his frustration. He desperately sought chemistry, and realized that forcing you to share a trailer wasn’t cutting it anymore. At this point, he was willing to do whatever it took to reignite that spark.

One day, Calvin informed you that lunch would be served in the stunt room. It seemed odd, food being served in the industry equivalent to a trampoline park, but Calvin typically had some rationale behind his unconventional ideas, so you didn’t question it.

When lunch break rolled around, you walked into the stunt room to find it completely dark and empty, aside from Ruby, who stood in the center of the room looking confused. Upon seeing you, she froze.

“Uh… hey.” She muttered, pointing her gaze to the floor.

“Hey yourself,” you replied awkwardly. “Uhm, did Calvin tell you lunch was being served here?”

“Yeah, actually,” she furrowed her brow, glancing around the room. “But I haven’t seen any caterers or anything.”

“Weird, I wonder why he would-“

Suddenly, you were cut off by a door slam, followed by the sharp click of a lock. You and Ruby stared at each other, panic-stricken on your faces before rushing to try the door handle.

“What the… hey! Let us out!” Ruby shouted, pounding on the door after the handle wouldn’t budge.

As you watched Ruby struggle against the door, realization hit you like a ton of bricks. “Calvin!”

“What are you talking about?” Ruby growled.

“Think about it,” you explained. “He’s been frustrated with us all week, our scenes have sucked, he lied to both of us…”

Giving up on the door, Ruby leaned against it and turned to glare at you. “You think he locked us in here on purpose?”

You shot her a knowing look. She groaned frustratedly, squeezing her eyes shut and throwing her head back against the door.

“That is exactly something he would do,” she exclaimed.

“Someone’s going to sue that man one day,” you huffed.

Ruby snickered in agreement. “Why don’t we?”

“Pretty sure that would require us to actually talk to each other.”

Silence fell between the two of you, as what was supposed to be a lighthearted joke turned into you accidentally addressing the elephant in the room.

“It’s not like we ever talked much before…” Ruby muttered, breaking the silence.

“That’s not true,” you argued. “We used to bicker constantly. Now we’re just… weird.”

“This whole week has been weird.” Ruby agreed.

“Why?” You pushed, squinting at her. “You helped me out with a fight scene, and now we’re like two twelve-year-olds at a middle school dance. How does that make sense?”

“I don’t know! I just…” Ruby sighed exasperatedly, and put her head in her hands.

Your gaze softened as you realized the brunette was struggling with her words. Usually, she radiated confidence, an attribute of hers that made you burn with jealousy. Now, she exuberated hesitance like you’d never seen, with her body backed up against the door and her face covered with her hands.

You took a step towards her, and spoke softly. “Ruby, you and I both know we’re not getting out of here until we start talking.”

Realizing you had a point, Ruby groaned and dropped her hands. She refused to look you in the eye, instead opting to stare at your feet while she searched for the right words.

“When we were… fighting,” she began, chewing on each word as if it were molasses. “There was a moment where… I had you pinned…”

She swallowed involuntarily at the blatant description. Your face flushed, but you nodded in an attempt to coax more out of her.

“I was looking down at you… and… I guess… I just realized… maybe I don’t… hate you… as much as I thought I did.”

The moisture drained from your mouth as her confession caught you completely off guard. Half of you had the urge to make fun of her, and the other half just wanted to grab her shoulders and kiss her until she couldn’t breathe.

Instead, you decided to probe on. “You don’t?”

“I don’t think I ever did,” she confessed in a half-whisper. “I never really got to know you before, I think I just… saw you as competition. I mean, you were at every audition, how could I not? I think my mind just filled in the blanks? I don’t know.”

“Well, what do you know?” You asked, moving closer and causing her breath to hitch as she was caught between you and the door.

“I think… no, I know… you don’t… hate me either?”

She apprehensively searched your features for an answer, as what was supposed to be a statement came out as more of a question. You nodded, prompting her to exhale in relief before continuing.

“I know that I don’t have to see you as competition. I know that it may have taken me a while to realize it, but the time we’ve spent together on set has been the best month of my life. I know that I hate feeling vulnerable, so if you ever tell anyone about this I’ll deny it… and then I probably actually will hate you.”

You chuckled at her joke, and she began to relax as a warm smile spread across her face. By now, you had moved close enough that your faces were mere inches from each other, and you could just barely hear her breathing over the pounding of your heartbeat.

“So… what now?” You asked, secretly hoping for one specific answer.

She glanced down at your lips, eyeing them hungrily as she hesitated. “I, uh… I think I know… what I want that favor to be.”

Your eyes widened, surprised at her sudden bold demeanor. But as you gazed at her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, and eyes filled with a mixture of longing and apprehension, you knew there was nothing in the world that could stop you from fulfilling that favor.

Grabbing her jaw, you brought her face closer and crashed your lips together. A small gasp escaped her lips at first, but she soon grasped at your sides and started to kiss back. Her lips were soft, but her kisses were rough and passionate, something you weren’t surprised at given her usual fiery personality.

Her middle finger wrapped around one of the belt loops on your jeans, giving her leverage to pull you closer to her. A quiet whimper erupted from the back of your throat, the feeling of her body pressed against yours being enough to make your knees buckle. You grabbed onto the back of her neck for support, simultaneously pulling her towards you even more and spurring moans of approval from your newfound lover.

Eventually, you pulled apart, both of you gasping to catch your breath, but neither of you letting go of the other. As you stood there, wrapped in Ruby’s embrace, you couldn’t help but survey her features. Her eyes had darkened from overwhelming desire, and her lips were pink and puffy, coated with your saliva. Her originally shiny brunette locks were now disheveled, stray hairs sticking out from the static electricity of being thrust against the door.

She was a mess, but in that moment, you swore you had never seen anything more beautiful.

A breathy chuckle left her parted lips, breaking the silence. “I, uh… I was actually just gonna ask if you knew how to pick a lock.”

Your jaw dropped in shock as you stared at her, completely dumbfounded. “Are you serious?”

She shook her head no, erupting into laughter at her own joke. You glared at her, unamused, but soon found yourself stifling a giggle. Enemies or otherwise, Ruby was always going to be a sarcastic hothead, and nothing could change that.

“Wow…” she sighed breathlessly.

“I know…” you agreed. “Guess we should thank Calvin, huh?”

Ruby began to chuckle before her eyes suddenly widened in horror. “Shit, Calvin!”

“Yeah?” You questioned, confused at her change in demeanor. “What about Calvin?”

“He casted us together because we hated each other,” she whisper-screamed, eyes darting between you and the locked door. “Everything he’s done has been to fuel the fire: forcing us to share a trailer, locking us in here! He wants us to hate each other, he doesn’t care what it takes! If he finds out about this…”

Panic washed over you as your mind swarmed with possible things Calvin would do to taint your relationship if he found out about your feelings for each other.

“Shit,” you exclaimed. “What do we do?”

Ruby pursed her lips, deep in thought as she racked her brain for ideas. Suddenly, as if a lightbulb went off in her head, she turned to you with a wicked grin.

“We’re actors,” she replied. “We act.”

Gripping your shoulders, she walked you backwards before letting go and returning to her original position. Confusion painted your features; you didn’t know what Ruby was up to, but you were curious to find out.

“You are the most insufferable person I’ve ever met,” she exclaimed loudly. “In fact, you’re the last person I’d ever want to be stuck filming with!”

Her sudden shift in attitude left you puzzled and a little hurt, but you quickly understood her intentions after she shot you a sly wink.

“Oh yeah?” You retorted, playing along. “Right back atcha! In fact, if I never saw you again, it’d be too soon!”

Ruby stifled a laugh before quickly getting back into character. “I hate you!”

“I hate you more!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

At this last remark, the sharp click of the lock sounded again, and the door swung open. Calvin stood in the doorway, a huge ear-to-ear grin spread across his face.

“Welcome back, you two.”

He left the door open, and motioned for you to follow him out. You started to exit the room, but as soon as Calvin’s back was turned, Ruby grabbed your wrist and spun you around to capture your lips in hers once again.

A sharp inhale echoed against the back of your throat as she took you by surprise, but you pulled her close and kissed her back in a heartbeat. This kiss was different from the last, with the newfound excitement mixing with the terrifying prospect of being caught. The rush of adrenalines had never tasted so sweet.

Ruby pulled back with haste, immediately looking over her shoulder to make sure Calvin didn’t see. When the coast was clear, she turned back to you with half-lidded eyes.

“I hate you,” she muttered, a goofy grin spreading across her face.

You giggled, covering your mouth to suppress the sound before leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“I hate you, too.”

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

It's Called Murder, Baby!

A Scream x Stranger Things AU

Part II

Read Part I Here

Synopsis: A string of gruesome murders takes a toll on the small town of Hawkins. Friends and family start looking like suspects making it hard to trust those who you are closest to.

Chapter Summary: A killer is still on the loose with the whole town on edge. Was this a single incident or is there more to come? Hopper puts his foot down leaving things tense with you and Steve.

18+ Only! Minors DNI!

This work will contain elements of violent themes (depictions of crime scenes, murders, etc) and smut. This is a slasher fic!

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. AFAB!Reader. Graphic character deaths/murders - depictions of how they were found after the murder. Semi-Public Sex. Oral (m receiving). Pet names. Choking. Degradation. Smoking marijuana. P in V (wrap it before you tap it!). Creampie.

Word Count: 5.3K

In all of Jim’s twenty plus years on the force, he thought he’d seen it all. Hawkins had its share of crime, but murder was never high on that list. The usually quiet town had only seen something of this caliber once before.

He was here 10 years ago when Principal Higgin’s was strung up by his feet and found hanging on the goal post at Hawkin’s High football field, sliced open from neck to navel like a freshly killed deer ready for processing. It was gruesome and bloody. They had never seen anything like it and hoped they’d never have to deal with something like it again.

The murders of Jason and Chrissy brought a whole new meaning to what he’d thought he’d seen.

Jason was found tied to a chair. He had been stabbed at least ten times before his throat ultimately slit. They were still unsure if he was already dead before his neck was reached.

Chrissy was found a few feet away, strung up by her feet. Rope tied to the second-floor landing, extending over the living room. In eerily similar fashion to that murder 10 years ago, she was also gutted.

It was as if Jason had been made to watch. This was brutal and seemed personal.

He had the file spread out across his desk, looking and relooking at all the evidence as he reached for another smoke. He’d been chain smoking since he’d left the crime scene this morning.

It was now well past two in the afternoon, and he was no closer to figuring this shit out. It was going to be a long night.

A knock came at his door followed by Deputy Callahan poking his head in.

“Yeah?” Came his gruff voice, already irritated by the younger man’s presence. Callahan was a constant pest.

“Hey Sheriff, uh, sorry to bother you, but I thought you might like to see today’s paper.” The shit eating smirk on his face told a different story.

Callahan waltzes over, handing him the latest edition.

He read the headline and briefly skimmed the article underneath.

“Meeting, now!” He finally huffed, reddened face on display. Callahan didn’t miss a beat.

“On it, sir.”

It wasn’t unusual to have an “emergency” meeting at the station, especially with the way the morning had gone.

Steve was settled at his desk, Robin was sitting across from him rambling about something he wasn’t paying much attention to, still too distracted by the evidence before him. Looking at it all as if he would magically see something they had missed.

Callahan hadn’t even bothered knocking, door opening with a crooked grin.

“Meeting, Sheriff’s office. Now.”

Robin looked at Steve and shrugged.

Everyone shuffled into the room, cramming into the corners trying to fit into the small office.

Hopper was unusually quiet, not meeting anyone’s gaze as they filed in. Steve immediately clocked the newspaper he had folded in his hand.

Powell was the last, closing the door behind him. As soon as it clicked into place Hopper spoke up.

“I don’t think I should have to remind you all how delicate a case like this is.” Everyone nodded in agreement as he finally looked around.

“Yes. Yes, sir. Yes, Sheriff.” Came from around the room.

“So, who the fuck talked to the press?” He threw the paper on the desk, unfurling to reveal the headline. His finger pinning it and pointing to your article.

Steve maintained his composure, but he wanted to rip his hair out. He hadn’t seen the paper yet, so he stepped up reading the contents, Robin shuffled right in beside him.

His jaw tightened. He hadn’t told you anything about the mask they had found.

A few more seconds ticked by. Steve finally stepped back catching Callahan looking straight at him, that same smirk plastered to his face from earlier.

Little Fucker, Steve thought.

Jim groaned as he sat back down, before finally speaking again. “Powell, Callahan. Get out and close the door.”

Wasting no time, quickly doing as they were told to make sure to stay on Hopper’s good side. Callahan skirted past Steve, smiling as he went. Steve was already seething with his fists clenched tightly to his sides. If looks could kill, the other would have been a dead man.

Robin clutched the paper reading it more carefully, as she took the seat in front of his desk.

Steve strolled up behind her, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Look,” Jim sighed, looking right at him. “I don’t care what the hell you do after hours but do not let it interfere with my investigation.”

“Hop,” Robin went to interject but was quickly cut off.

“Let me finish,” She snapped her mouth shut and nodded. “Unfortunately, I know it had to have been one of you. No one outside of this room knew about that goddamn mask.”

He let his words wash over them both. Robin’s shoulders sank as she sat further into her seat. He noticed Steve’s jaw clench.

“Callahan had a run in with her here today in the station. Care to explain?” He sat back, reaching for yet again for another smoke. Joyce would kill him if she knew how many he’d had today.

“Hop, I swear,” Robin was the first to crack, always was. “She just came in for a visit. We had coffee…” She trailed off when she felt Steve’s hand rest on her shoulder.

“She came in to talk to me,” Steve looked Jim in the eye as he spoke. “But I swear to God I didn't say a word about that fucking mask.”

Hopper sighed; he knew Steve would never undermine him like that.

He nodded. “No more press in the station until this shit is over. Not even her.”

“Yes sir,” they stated in unison.

“Ok then, who else could have known?”

Steve trudged out of Hopper's office in a huff, with Robin hot on his heels as she followed him back into his office, shutting the door behind them.

“Steve,” she started.

“Don't.” He sat down, with a sigh as he opened the folder once again in front of him and rubbed his hands down his face.

“You didn't tell her that, did you?” She asked quietly before taking the chair in front of him, eyes worrying over him. Surely, he wasn't that stupid?

“Of course not,” he scoffed, incredulously. “You know better than that.”

“Right, yeah, I know… but you two are… close.” She wouldn’t dare meet his eyes after it slipped out.

“Close, yeah. But I wouldn't jeopardize an investigation like that.” She nodded, as he got up wearily from his seat.

‘Hey, where are you going?” She shouted as he was halfway out the door.

“To get some answers.”

The copier was currently holding your paper hostage, as it got lodged in the rollers. Cursing the damn thing as you started the process of digging it out.

Nancy walked by just in time to see you struggling.

“There you are, heads up. Trouble is headed this way.” You looked over her shoulder in time to catch Steve's stern face looking right at you as he stepped through the door.

“Shit,” you breathed out.

She gave you a wry, pitying look before leaving you to it.

“Hey Steve, I…” you began, but he grabbed your bicep pulling you along with him, giving you no choice but to follow. He dragged you into the small conference room down the hall in which you two frequently met.

Only letting you go once you were both in, shutting the door. He was unusually quiet, eyes lingering down as if contemplating what needed to be said.

“So, I take it, you've seen the paper?” You asked softly.

He nodded, “Who told you about the mask?”

You knew it would come, but you were prepared.

“It was an anonymous source, and I took the chance.” You shrugged.

“Anonymous source? Who?” He narrowed his gaze, but you stood your ground, standing up a little straighter crossing your arms over your chest.

“I don't know, Steven, it was an anonymous tip. They didn't quite let me catch their name before they hung up.”

“Right, like you don't know. So why would you run it if you didn't know if it was true?” He stepped closer into your space.

“I just had a gut feeling. Looks like I was right if you're here.” Gesturing toward him.

He planted his hands on his hips, looking down his nose at you trying to look intimidating, only managing to turn you on instead.

“Yeah, and now Hop is on my ass thinking that I leaked it. You sure you didn't see something in that file on my desk?”

“And when would I have done that? While I was in your lap, and you were balls deep? You were there too. I didn't snoop in your fucking file.” You start turning away from him, tired of the questioning.

“Wait, look,” his hand wraps softly around your wrist, catching you from moving too far away from him.

“I'm sorry, I know you didn't snoop. This is just a big case, Hops worried about making sure it isn't fucked up.” You nodded, secretly relishing the way you could easily get him worked up and then he’s always the first to apologize.

“I know Steve, I wouldn't do something to compromise your job. You should know that.”

He absentmindedly bit his lower lip, his mind in overdrive once again.

“I've got to get back to the Station. I'll be there late tonight.”

He turned and headed back out into the newsroom. Turning heads as he went, permanent scowl etched onto his face.

It was getting late in the evening, around 8 pm. Eddie should have been by to pick you up at 6 but had called earlier saying he was running late.

“Sorry sweetheart, boss wants me to stay and finish up this last car that came in today.” He had said.

You were the only one left in the building. Nancy had offered to take you home, but you didn't want to be an inconvenience.

You were doing some research on another story Tom had assigned you, paying little attention to anything else around you.

The doors were locked. All the lights were low except the one still at your desk, head buried in a pile of copy you were looking over.

It was then you heard a sharp screech, as if a door creaked open making your head shoot up. You stood, walking slowly to the doorway leading to the back of the building, listening closely for any other sounds.

You rounded the corner that led to a narrow hall, and beyond that was the back of the building. There was only one exit door in the back, and you were sure that Tom had locked it on his way out.

“Hello? Is someone there?” You shouted down the darkened hall. No sounds or movements from that direction. Heart beating heavy in your chest as your eyes adjusted to see further into the dark but there was nothing and no one.

“Shit, get a grip.” You hissed to yourself.

You turned to go back to your desk, bumping into something very solid, as you jumped and let out a small squeak of surprise. His hand wrapping around your waist, steading you. Looking up into a familiar face with deep hazel eyes immediately calmed your now jangled nerves.

“Shit Steve, you didn’t have to sneak up on me.” Your heart still beating rapidly.

“I was checking the doors. The back was unlocked. Why aren’t you being more careful? There's still a killer on the loose.” He looked worried then, always caring about your well-being. He brushed the loose strands of hair behind your ear that had fallen after a long day, cupping your cheek in the process.

“Good thing I have a big, bad Sheriff to keep an eye out for me.” You smiled, as his gaze softened.

“Eddie coming to pick you up?” He whispered, inching closer to you. Crowding into you even further, closing the distance, pushing you into the wall as your back came to rest against it.

You nod. “He's just running a little late.”

“I’d never keep you waiting,” he mumbled against your lips, letting them finally meld into yours as you hummed in response, he let his other hand meet your hip, pulling you back into him.

“Stevie, I… I can't. He'll be here any minute.” You breathed out, pushing him away slightly.

He nodded, kissing your forehead tenderly before pulling completely away, immediately missing the warmth his body provided.

“Steve, wait, I'm sorry about the paper. Sometimes I just get ahead of myself and don't think about who else it might affect.” You placed your palm to his cheek, forcing his eyes on you.

Your other hand trailed the length of his shirt, past his belt, firmly cupping his bulge as he sucked in a sharp breath.

“I don't have a lot of time, but I could still make it up to you.” You whispered, looking up at him innocently.

“Let me make it up to you.” You gripped the front of his shirt, as he held out his hand to help lower you to the floor.

Your knees hit the hard linoleum with a small thump, as he allowed himself to bump into the wall behind him.

He looked down at you with an affection that suddenly made your chest ache. You were expecting lust, not his doe eyes sparkling in the low light.

He removed his duty belt, sitting it on the table to the side of you.

“Stevie, don't look at me like that.”

“Like what, honey?”

You looked ahead, choosing to ignore him instead, popping the button on his slacks and undoing his zipper slowly, his cock beginning to strain against his confinements as you reached into his briefs, fingers wrapping around the base. He let out a small moan, as he closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the wall.

His cock kicked up with your touch, engorging further, growing to his full length before your eyes. You licked your lips as your mouth began to salivate.

You moved your hand up his velvety length, collecting the growing bead of pearlescent precum at his slit, letting your thumb slowly spread it across his head before bringing it back down.

“Fuck,” he moaned out, every touch sending electricity through his veins, as if he hadn't already been inside of you earlier today.

You held his base, and kitten licked at his head, eliciting more breathy moans as you began to kiss up and back down his hard cock at a torturous pace before finally wrapping your lips around his head, swirling your tongue and sucking lightly before taking as much of him into your mouth that you could fit. Slowly bobbing your head and then picking up the pace, working in tandem with the hand wrapped around the rest of him.

You gagged just a bit, when he nudged the back of your throat a little too hard from your own eagerness.

He looked back down at the sound, cupping your cheek gently, thumb softly caressing you,

“Hey, hey take it easy baby doll. Can't make a mess of this pretty little face right now. Just take it easy honey.”

You nodded, bobbing your head slowly once again.

“That's it baby doll. Slow and steady now.”

You free hand toys with his balls, rolling them deftly between your fingers.

“Oh shit, yeah. Just like that baby.” He cooed.

You speed up your movements on his length, feeling his sack tense and draw up a bit from the change in pace.

“That's it, baby doll, I'm about to cum already. Can I cum in that pretty mouth?”

You nodded as he grunted and spilled down your throat, relaxing a bit more so you could swallow as much as possible. The salty, tangy taste had you humming around him.

His cock twitched once more before stilling, as you moved off of him with a slight pop, wiping the drool and any of him that escaped down the side of your mouth. You wrapped your lips around your finger, licking it off, not letting a single drop go to waste.

“C’mere,” giving you his hand once again to help you up, winching as you felt the pain in your knees from being in the latter position.

“I…” you were about to speak, as headlights cut through the blinds, illuminating you both.

“Shit,” he hissed, drawing back, putting himself away and grabbing for his belt before securing it back around his waist.

“It's Eddie. He'll be ok for a few minutes.” You straightened your rumpled shirt, smoothing some errant stray hairs back into place.

You grabbed your purse, as he finished fixing his clothes.

“Come on, I'll have to lock up behind you. Walk me out.”

He followed closely, Eddie's eyes cut to the both of you upon exit, taking a slow drag of the cigarette held tightly between his lips.

He rolled down his window as you cut in front of the van to climb into the passenger seat.

“Evening Harrington,” he grinned. “Out on patrol?”

Steve glared, licking his lips before striding up the van, clearing his throat a bit.

“Eddie,” nodding toward the other man. “Just checking some doors around town. Y/N would forget her head sometimes.”

“Yeah,” he clicked his tongue, “yeah she would.” He looked over to you as you rolled your eyes back at him. You leaned over as he met you halfway placing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Thanks for checking on me Steve.” Throwing him a soft smile and wink, sitting back into the seat as your seatbelt clicked into place.

Eddie smirked, tapping his fingers against the top of the door. Steve caught sight of the newly formed bruises and scratches there.

“Yeah, Steve,” grabbing your hand from the console, pulling it in for a soft kiss, before turning back to him, “thanks for checking on my girl.”

“No problem. Nasty cuts you got there.” Nodding his chin toward them.

Eddie flexed his hand, “Yeap, caught it on a bitch of a radiator yesterday.”

Steve, growing tired of the awkward small talk, decided to take his leave.

“Well, you two be careful.” Patting the side of the van, turning back in the direction of the station.

“See ya’ around Stevie.” Eddie called out, chuckling loudly, sliding the gear shift into reverse, backing out from his spot.

“You don't have to be rude to him.” You scolded as he pulled out onto the road.

“He's just so easy to fuck with babe. I can't help it. Especially when he's so smug thinking you two are cheating behind my back.” He laughed deeply.

“He’s not smug about it. He worries about you catching us all the time.”

“Good. He should be.”

Eddie took a left, instead of the right back to your house.

“Where are we going?” You asked but he didn't answer right away, grin only growing wider, more devilish looking.

“Don't worry baby, it's a nice night for a drive. Thought we might go parking.”

“Parking, huh? Wanna do it in the back of the van, like in high school?” You comically lifted your brow. “How romantic.”

“I'm just kidding, unless you wanna?” Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, that had you laughing.

It was always the little moments with Eddie. He'd know exactly how to make you laugh or quell your nerves after a long day. You trusted him wholly.

“I wanted to take you to a spot I found the other day. Wanted to share a joint and see where the night takes us.”

“You do know there's a killer on the loose, right?”

“You got nothin’ to worry about, sweetheart. You're safe with me.” Somehow you knew he was telling the truth.

He took you further out of the main city, a few more twists and turns, you were thoroughly lost. Never one with a good sense of direction. Kicking your heels off and tossing them in the back, you got more comfortable, pulling your legs under you.

Asphalt turned into gravel, as he slowed to a roll, finally throwing the van into park at a clearing.

You looked out the windshield, it was a clear night. Moon brightly reflecting off of Lover's Lake, small waves cresting on the shore in front of you.

Though this wasn't a new spot like he'd said, it was your spot. You recognized the big tree directly by the lake.

“Surprise,” he sang out.

“This isn't a new spot, Eddie.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Sue me.” He laughs, digging into the pocket of his jumpsuit, producing a pre-rolled joint, bringing it to his lips.

“You’ve been a naughty girl today.” Stating it matter-of-factly. Lighting the end, sucking lightly until he knows it's lit.

He looks at you, eyes hooded, dropping his voice a little deeper. “Haven't you sweetheart?”

His words ignited your core. You knew that tone well.

He offered it to you, taking it gingerly, bringing it to your own lips inhaling the sweet strain as he intensely watched your movements.

“And you,” pointing over at him, “have always been a very jealous boyfriend.”

He scoffs, taking it back from you, letting it wash over him.

“If I was jealous, I wouldn't let you whore around with him all over town.”

You laughed out, clear and bright as the weed began to flow through your system.

“Let's get one thing straight, you've never told me to do anything in this relationship. I do what I want.”

He slowly places the joint in the ashtray, and then moves quickly before you have time to react, pinning you by the throat pushing you into the passenger seat, rings biting into the tender flesh. You gasped out, reaching up to grab his hand.

“Sweetheart, maybe it's time to put that mouth to some good use.” He whispered close to your ear.

“Maybe I already did.” You grinned wickedly at him.

“You little whore, kissing me with that mouth after his cock’s been shoved halfway down your throat?” His fingers tightened, as you nodded.

“Bet his cum’s still lingering on your tongue. Huh?”

“Mmmmm, yeah baby. He finished right before you pulled in to pick me up.”

He removed his hand from your throat to pinch your cheeks harshly, forcing your lips into a sweet pout, as he roughly brings his lips to yours, you close your eyes, humming in contentment.

You felt him smirk against you, pulling back slightly, “You’re fucking filthy baby. How'd I get so lucky? Hey, look at me.” You snapped your eyes open to see his own blown wide with lust, so dark they were almost black.

“Get in the back. Take your clothes off.”

You didn't hesitate, as he finally released you, climbing over the console as quickly as you could. He picked up what was left of his joint, inhaling deeply, letting it sit in his lungs a moment before exhaling.

Eddie kept the back of the van clean, a spare blanket folded into the corner just for occasions like this to save your knees or ass from a wicked carpet burn. You had learned from experience.

You carefully unfolded it and smoothed out the edges. He was still smoking and concentrating on the water beyond the window, like his mind was elsewhere.

Unbuttoning your blouse, and quickly shimmying out of your skirt leaving you in just your panties and bra you laid down, awaiting your next instruction.

“I said take your clothes off. That means everything.” He spoke without looking back.

You quickly shed the offending articles.

“Good girl.” He purred, finally facing you to get a good look.

“Open your legs, yeah, that's it baby.” He had a perfect view of your cunt, untouched but already dripping.

“Go ahead, touch yourself f’me.” Slowly reaching down between your thighs, taking some slick from your leaking hole, bringing it back up as you slowly start to draw circles around your clit.

“Oooooh, Eddie,” you moaned, throwing your head back at the feeling, already worked up from sucking Steve off.

“Eyes on me baby.” You look up just in time to see him pushing his coveralls past his hips, his cock straining his boxers. He pulled those down slightly, freeing his already hard cock.

It had you licking your lips at the sight. He didn’t quite have the girth that Steve does, but he was just a little longer, with a slight curve upward.

He spit in his hand before wrapping it around the base, hissing out, sliding it up and back down, setting a slow pace as he watched you torturously toy with your bundle of nerves.

“That's it sweetness, go ahead finger fuck that tight pussy.” Moving your fingers down, you easily slid two in, whining out and arching your back. You began to rock your palm into your clit as your fingers slid in and out.

“Bet you wish that was my cock instead? Huh?” You nodded, mouth going slack at the feeling as another whine escaped but you needed more. You needed him.

“Please, Eds. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.”

“Jesus, you are a greedy whore. Two of your holes stuffed already today and you still want more?” He chuckled but opened his door exiting to move around to the back. He didn’t intend to leave you hanging. He needed your cunt wrapped around him just as much as you needed him to fill you.

The back doors opened with a flush of cold air, as he quickly worked to push his coveralls down climbing in to meet you, shutting the door behind him. He removed his shirt and threw it in the corner to meet your own pile of clothes.

You turned yourself around to face him, as he crawls in-between your thighs, pushing them further apart as he made his way up.

He trailed hot, open mouth kisses along your sternum before turning his attention to your pebbled nipples. Quickly drawing one into his mouth, sucking sharply. Palming your neglected breast with his free hand.

“Oh Eddie,” you thread your fingers in his hair, tightening your grip on his curls when you feel him bite down.

“Oh fuck!” You squealed, as he releases his mouth, bringing it to the other repeating the same motions.

He continued his journey upward, laving his tongue up your breasts, neck and jaw.

His arms finally cage you in, as his body pushes you further into the floor. You wrap your legs around his lithe waist, as he pushes his hips down, rolling them into yours letting his cock brush through your folds.

“Eddie, please.” You gripped his shoulders, throwing your head back as his ruddy tip nudged your clit, sending sparks through your core and up your spine.

“Eddie, please.” He mocked, high pitched and whiny. His lips kissed up your jaw as he found the shell of your ear. “Such a needy little whore.”

He braced himself with one arm by your head, taking his length with the other bringing his leaking tip to your entrance.

He caught your entrance and slightly pushed in, but it already has you arching into him. He watches himself slowly disappear into your tight heat, inch by inch.

“Fuck, baby. She's sucking me in. So, fucking tight.” He lowers his forehead to yours savoring the sensation for a moment, before he quickly grips your thigh, pushing it higher onto his hip as he's pulling almost all the way out, just to sink straight back in.

“Oh fuck… mmmmm… Eddie.”

He rocks his hips back and forth, setting a now brutal pace that has you both moaning and crying out.

He then ceases his movements momentarily, pulling up slightly, only to push your knees to your chest. The new angle has him reaching impossibly deeper as he begins giving you long, slow strokes. It’s his favorite view. Your tight cunt swallowing him whole. He can barely tear his eyes away.

“Fuck, look at you. Already so drunk on my cock and she's taking me so well.” Now watching your fucked out face. Eyes closed, heard thrown back and mouth slack with moans and expletives spilling out.

His words spur that flame within you, only burning hotter with each drag of his cock along your frontal wall. Your pussy flutters around him.

He lifted up, placing his hand around your throat, picking up his pace once more. Grip growing tighter with every thrust. You expect finger shaped bruises to be blooming in the morning.

The sounds of skin slapping skin along with the moans pulled from you and the grunts from Eddie fill the back of the van. You were getting close as your cunt pulsed around his thick, fat cock.

“I can feel her baby, she's getting tighter. You need to cum huh? Tell me who's pussy this is. And I’ll let you cum.”

He loosened his grip so you could speak.

You gasped as the newly found air entered your lungs, “It's yours Eddie, she's all yours.”

“That's… fucking… right.” Punctuating each word with a thrust. He moved his deft fingers down your body, resting for a moment on your mound, before his thumb began rubbing harsh circles to your clit.

“I know you're close. Cum with me baby.”

It only took a few more thrusts, with his thumb never ceasing its movements, you were coming undone. Your pussy clamped down around him with such a force it almost pushed him out.

“Oh fuck, Eddie!” You cried out as your orgasm hit with a blinding force. Your toes curled, as your whole body felt like a livewire.

“Goddamn, baby. You're strangling me.” He hissed out.

He regained his composure, pounding into you, chasing his own high. A few more sloppy pumps and he was spilling into you, thick ropes of his release filling you to the brim.

“Fuck baby.” He kissed your forehead as you caught your breath.

“Fuck, Eds.” You giggled.

He pulled his softening cock from you, watching as some of his spend leaked from you.

“What a beautiful site,” he whispered, moving out of your space to retrieve your underwear, sliding them back up your legs to keep the mess contained then leaning down to place a kiss on your mound. Such a tender gesture.

“Sorry, I don't have anything to clean you up baby.” Kissing your knee as you bent up to retrieve your clothes.

“It's ok Eds, we'll shower when we get home.” You cupped his cheek as he nuzzled into your palm briefly. You both dressed and got back into the front seats.

He headed home at a leisurely pace, both content to ride in the peace and quiet of the night.

You watched the streetlights pass, growing more frequent the closer you got into town.

You'd only passed one other vehicle on the way back in. Hawkins was on edge, houses shut tight and barely any lights to be seen. It was eerie to say the least. All hoping this was a single incident, but a killer was still on the loose.

He slowed at a stop sign, before making the turn back to your house and in the distance, you saw the glow of cruiser lights.

“Oh great, what now?” He huffed. Your attention already trained ahead.

“I don't know, but I've got a really bad feeling.”

He slowly rolled past the scene. Two cruisers and the medical examiners van were parked out front of one of the newer homes on Elm Street.

“Doesn’t Chase Owen live there?” You asked.

“How the hell should I know baby, haven’t heard from that asshat since high school.”

There was a deputy stationed out front, he waved the van through. Trying to quickly get rid of any rubberneckers that dared to pass by.

You caught his eyes, Steve, looking at you with this unreadable expression as he quickly looked away.

You would come to realize Jason and Chrissy were just the warmup.

Soon, the body count would rise, and it was going to get messy.

@barbedwirebats I know you wanted to be tagged!

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Working Lunch

Jim Hopper x AFAB! Reader

Plot? What Plot? It's straight up Hopper porn. It's not alluded to in this story but Reader is younger than Hopper like late 20's to his mid 40's as I'll probably string this, the Dirty Dancing story and others to come into a linked series of oneshots.

Warnings: Smut with a capital S, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (F receiving), p in v sex, creampie, rough sex, rough Hopper, size kink - we live for Dad bod! Hopper, semi-public sex? Light choking? Do better warnings shithead.

It’s a slow day at the diner, mostly due to the beautiful day outside, sun blazing in through the windows, making the vinyl booths almost too hot to the touch. You let out a huff, it’s bad enough that you’re missing the sunshine, but you’re also missing Hopper. The two of you have been super busy with work, helping Jane study, trying to fix up the cabin, most evenings you’re both so tired you crawl into bed with only a small kiss or two before succumbing to exhaustion. You thrive on affection, something that Jim was usually only too eager to give, so you’re feeling significantly touch-starved and needy.

You wonder what Jim is doing right now, it’s almost lunchtime, you knew from Flo that’s he’s barely been stopping to eat and when he does it’s usually from the station’s giant tray of donuts. A devious little idea starts to form in your mind, you could take Jim some lunch and maybe, just maybe get some attention whilst you’re there.

“Hey Donna, would you be ok for half an hour if I take some lunch over for Hop?” You ask your colleague, who is currently overfilling the sugar dispensers in a daze.

“Oh, sure sweetie take the time you need, it’s not exactly Grand Central.” She smiles, gesturing to the empty tables as you quickly make up a BLT, shoving it into a paper bag.

“Call me at the station, if it picks up.” You say, pressing a grateful kiss to her cheek.

The midday sun hits you in a stifling wave, heat gathering about your ankles from the burning sidewalk, you’re glad to be wearing your light pink work dress as you skip across the street towards the station.

It’s barely cooler in the building, despite the numerous fans humming and grating on every available surface, Flo has her nose pressed into a gossip magazine when you clear your throat.

“Hey there hunny, you here to see the Chief?” She smiles indulgently at you.

“Just thought I’d bring him some proper lunch for once.” You say shaking the bag.

“You’re too good to him, you know that?” Flo reminds you affectionately.

“I know.” You laugh, heading down the corridor, waving at Powell in greeting from where he’s stood by the xerox machine. 

  The door to Jim’s office is shut, no doubt to keep Callahan from bothering him incessantly, you knock smartly on the wood, buzzing with excitement to see the man on the other side.

“Yeah?” Jim grunts and you roll your eyes at his manners opening the door, he’s pouring over some paperwork, head in his hands not having bothered to look up, the air stale with cigarette smoke and coffee.

“Special delivery for Jim Hopper.” You chime, shutting the door with your butt.

His head shoots up straight away, the deep frown of concentration on his face morphing into a beaming grin that makes your heart swell and sputter. 

“Well this is a surprise.” Jim says happily, pushing his chair out, moving quickly around the desk. His large hands envelop your waist pulling you close, you wouldn’t be surprised if the heat from his palms burn a hole through your dress.

“It’s lunchtime, can’t have the big, strong, Chief of Police going hungry.” You smile, holding the paper bag aloft.

“You’re too good to me.” He murmurs, giving you a quick peck on the lips.

“You know it’s funny, Flo said exactly the same thing.” You tease, chasing his lips for a kiss of your own.

“She did huh?” Jim asks, eyebrow cocked, hands drifting down past your waist to cup your ass. “Well I can’t have my best girl going around thinking she’s underappreciated can I?” He teases, bringing you flush to his body, kissing you hard.

Your head is spinning as his tongue licks into your mouth, threading your fingers through his hair, moaning softly as he manhandles you, lifting you to sit on the edge of this desk. Jim hitches your dress up, hands disappearing under the fabric to rub along your thighs, his lips quirk up in a cocky smile when he coaxes another soft moan from your throat.

“So eager baby girl.” He croons, sinking to his knees in front of you, finger hooking at the waistband of your panties dragging them down slowly revealing your wet core. “Jesus baby, I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping for me.” Jim groans, placing heated kisses to your inner thighs, up and up, until his nose nudges at your sensitive clit, tongue swiping through your creamy slick before pushing in.

“Jim!” You gasp, head thrown back, fingers tugging at his short hair.

He growls against your cunt, hands grabbing at your ass, dragging you forward so his tongue fucks you deeper. You bite your lip to keep from crying out, aware that the majority of the Hawkins’ Police force is just on the other side of the door, but it’s hard to concentrate when Jim is lapping at your pussy in such a sinful way. Two thick fingers replace his tongue, stretching and scissoring, making you ready for his cock, the tip of his tongue now firmly focused on your sensitive clit, circling insistently.

Your body seizes, shivers wracking up through your spine as your orgasm pulses from your belly down to your curled toes and back again.

Jim is on his feet, frantically unbuckling his belt, unleashing his thick, girthy cock from the straining confines of his uniform, the tip ruddy and leaking heavily with pre-cum. You can only reach for him, with hooded eyes, head tucked into his neck as he leans over you.

“Fuck.” Jim grunts, lining himself up with your weeping slit, pussy stretching with a delicious burn as he works his way in. You already feel impossibly full, whimpering with each thrust, the edge of the desk digging into your back, your nails biting into Jim’s shoulders.

“You feel so fucking good baby.” He groans, hauling you up to his chest, capturing your lips in a messy kiss.

“Hop, fuck, want you to bend me over your desk.” You whine, licking the sweat from his exposed throat.

“Oh fuck, you’ll be the death of me.” He says in awed disbelief, pulling out, flipping you over and slamming back in, in one fluid motion, flicking your dress up over your ass so he can see his cock piston in and out. His large hand strikes the back of your thigh, leaving a welting red mark that makes you squeak, the sting only sending you closer and closer to your climax again. Papers, pens and clutter falling to the floor with the force of Hopper’s movements, fucking into you without hesitation, drunk on the tight, wet heat of your pulsing cunt.

“Jim, baby, I’m so close.” You whimper, tucking a hand between your legs to rub at your clit, feeling his heavy balls slap against you.

“Oh Jesus.” He huffs, his grip on your hips sure to leave bruises, there’s a knock at the door but Jim doesn’t stop if anything he drills into you harder than ever. “Go away - I’m busy!” He yells, breathing heavily.

“Yeah - Chief I have a question abou-”

“Callahan - if you don’t step away from my fucking door right now - I will fire your sorry ass!” Jim shouts and you have to stifle a giggle, which cuts off abruptly into a strangled moan as Jim presses against throat, hauling your back to his chest. “Something funny baby girl?” He growls in your ear, biting down on the sensitive lobe.

“Jim -” You whine brokenly, he bats your hand away from your clit, circling with his rough thick fingers.

“That’s it doll, come on my cock, lemme feel you squeeze me.” He encourages, voice rough and low.

The tight band in your stomach snaps, wave after wave of burning pleasure coursing through you, making your legs shake.

“God fucking dammit!” Hopper chokes, snapping his hips in staggered thrusts, his cum filling you to the very brim, leaning heavily against your back, trying to put his weight onto the desk, panting from exertion.

“Jim -?” You murmur weakly.

“Yeah baby?” He asks breathlessly, rubbing soothing circles over your back.

“We squished your sandwich.” 

[switchbladedreamz]

Ticket to Punishment

Pairing: Stopper x fem!reader

Requested?: Nah

Summary: Steve gets a ticket for speeding from Officer Callahan, Officer Callahan brags at the station about it and our beloved Chief hears.

Warnings: 18+‼️ pure filth, pinv, light ddlg, use of dom/sub dynamics, degrading, squirting

Shortest smut I've ever written probably but it's worth it. Gonna mark this as dark smut bc most of the dialogue is mean dirty worlds lol.

@hoppersprincess @hopperswhoreee @callmemana lmk what y'all think ;P

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His hips slowly rocked back and forth, it was the only pace he'd allow and it was driving me crazy. "Please daddy go faster, I can't take it this slow" a slap was delivered to the inside of my thigh, the giant hand making all of my leg burn. Thick fingers curled inward, the pillowy skin falling between the open gaps in the fingers. His large imposing cock stuffing my quaking hole to the brim. My thighs sticky and cold from the essence leaking and spreading.

Steve was in the middle of the living room floor, his hands handcuffed behind him with a vibrator on low situated at the sweet space between his cock and balls. Stimulating simultaneously. His groans left ignored with cotton underwear shoved in his mouth. Hopper said he deserved it like that. That Steve needs to learn his place in the world after mouthing off to his officer after getting a ticket for speeding. My legs quivered, soreness aching through out my body. Thankfully that wasn't the only ache. Daddy whispered sweet gentle things in my ear, promising me sweet things if I behaved well. "Think you can do that for daddy, petal? Be a sweet girl for me and I'll give you the fucking you deserve.". My head nodded gently against his shoulder, tucking my face into daddy's neck. Breathing in his scent while his large hands grabbed under my thighs and spread my legs open and over each of his own large and spread legs. A muffled groan came from the floor as Steve watched Hopper spread you open over his lap. Hopper just chuckled at Steve's misfortune. "Be sure to hold on princess, it's gonna be a bumpy ride" Hopper whispered in my ear before chuckling. The hands under my thighs slip up, up, up to the crooks of my knees, the hands squeezed then lifted. I groaned as Hopper's girth moved in and out, slowly. Holding my knees still, Hopper then stood and walked towards Steve. "You think you're such a fuckin star, kid? If I see you look away from this gorgeous little pussy, you won't sit right for a week". Steve nodded, eyes wide. "Daddyy please" came the soft plea's falling down the drool and slick covered lips of (Y/n). The shallow beg woke Hop out of punishment for Steve trance. "Daddy's got you baby, sshh". Unlike how the evening started, that was the last kind thing out of Hopper's mouth.

Like lighting a fuse, a spark settled in the dom's stomach that lit the fire in his veins throughout his body. He took your legs as far as they could spread, his left foot lifted and he propped himself on the coffee table. If Hopper leaned forward an inch, Steve's nose would be rubbing my clit. The smell of you filled the younger man's nostrils, a bead of pearlescent essence leaking a path down the veiny underside of his (compared to the Chief's) slender member. My head thrown back on Hopper's shoulder, a litany of curses and praise at the top of my voice stringing together, it's a good thing Hop brought us out to the cabin. "You hear that Steve? You think you could get out girl to scream like that? You ain't got the balls" a glance down and a scoff from the older man "or the cock too, apparently". "She's screamin like a bitch in heat, she loves this. You think you got what it takes to give it to her like this Harrington?!" Hopper's degrading gets louder.

"Daddy I'm gonna cum, please let me cum." My moans turned silent, my mouth hung open and my eyes shut as the fire raged and was extinguished at the same time. There wasn't even time for a response after my question.

I felt Hopper's release deep inside of me, he came with a shuddering groan. He let my legs down gently, then wrapped his arms around me. Holding me, resting himself against me. His quickened breaths against my back, the air fanning down my spine. I look and smile at Steve. I take my panties out of his mouth, his cum splatted on his chest and even cheeks. "You squirted on my face" Steve giggles like a school boy. A pure smile from ear to ear plastered on his face. Hopper laughs loudly, the rumbling of his chest shaking me in time.

[latenightsimping]

THE EDGE

“...There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who’ve gone over.” - Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels

Summary: A part of the deal to freedom included a stay at Pennhurst. It’ll take everything to keep the hope that one day the locked doors will open, the windows will no longer have bars that block the view, and that one day, the name Eddie Munson will be synonymous with the word ‘innocent’. The hope, he never realised, would also come to be synonymous with your name.

Chapter: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word count: 6.6k

Warnings: angst, heavy themes of inpatient treatment/hospitalisation, heavy themes of mental health, institutional deprivation of liberties, body injuries, mentions of suicidal ideation, themes of institutional abuse, can be a dark read (continue with that in mind, look after yourselves), canon divergence, Eddie survives the demobat attack, post-S4 timeline, slow burn romance, eventual smut, 18+, eventual fluff

Chapter warnings: angst, hurt (no comfort), bittersweet feelings, it's a difficult one ngl but I'll make it better I swear lmao, reader is described as having scars but no specifics, story tags still apply

AN: Ayy another chapter done. I'll try and find time to keep updating, but bear with me as I switch between this, other oneshots, and my own personal work. To those who follow along, thank you. This is such a passion project, and I'm loving the story so far.

October, 1984

It all still feels like one horrific nightmare. You’ve still got blood in your hair, staining your skin, with no idea who it belonged to. For a while, the pain had vanished, as you clawed your way to a nearby road. Perhaps a leftover survival mechanism passed down the generations. But now, now you couldn’t ignore the agony that your wounds created. The gashes that would forever disfigure you, a reminder that would become apparent every time you looked in the mirror. For now, covered with clean white bandages. You had no idea what it looked like beneath them, and you weren’t ready to look anyway.

 Everyone had looked at you with such vitriol that made you want to wither into nothing. The doctors and nurses were doing the absolute bare minimum for your care, giving you minimal pain meds and spending as least time with you as humanly possible. The steel handcuffs that clasped your wrist and secured you to the hospital bed were starting to chafe, but you knew better than to say anything. Not like anybody would care, or even do anything about it. You knew the police officer that sat outside your door from high school, someone that had graduated when you were a sophomore. Harmon, you think his last name was. Either way, he hadn’t said anything to you yet. Not even made an appearance, just sitting himself down and reading the newspaper. You couldn’t see it, but you wondered if your name was in the news yet. Unlikely, considering everything had only happened a couple of hours ago. You prayed for it never to happen, but it was unlikely anyone up there was listening anyway. 

Someone came through the door and stopped by the end of your bed, a small notebook in one hand and pen in the other. Horned rimmed glasses framed eyes that bore into you, a squint that conveyed the disgust he had for you. He was dressed in a police uniform, the Hawkins P.D badge on his chest slightly glinting under the fluorescent lights. Callahan, the name badge opposite it said. You’d seen him around town, but had never crossed paths with him until tonight.

He said your name with a tone that told you he’d rather be anywhere else than here. You nodded in affirmation, as he looked down at the notepad, pen tapping against the pages. 

“Wild night you’ve had,” he drawled, a slight sneer as he shook his head. “Wanna tell me what happened?” 

For a moment, you said nothing. How could you possibly begin to explain it all? It was all such a blur, time doubling in rate with no hope of slowing. Your gaze lowered to the thin blanket that covered you, free hand picking at the off white fibres. “I don’t know.” Your voice was quiet, far away. You didn’t sound like yourself. 

A scoff. “You expect me to believe that?”

Another pause. No, you didn’t. You expected absolutely nobody to believe you. 

“We’ve found two bodies so far,” he continued. “Are we going to find any more?” 

You shook your head. They’d found Cynthia and Scott. Cynthia was your friend since Kindergarten, your neighbour that you grew up with. Your best friend, who never judged you. Scott had started dating her when you were all sixteen, and you actually liked him. Thought he was good for her. Thought they’d end up the childhood sweethearts that actually stuck together through life; would get married, have 2.5 kids and a white picket fence. Get a dog, and live a boring but fulfilling life. 

Where had it all gone so wrong?

“Done any drugs tonight?” Callahan asked, though he sounded like he already knew the answer, and way just testing you to see if you were going to lie about it. 

“I uh, smoked some weed,” you admitted, rubbing the heel of your hand into your eye. You still felt fuzzy around the edges, but it was wearing off all too quickly. “Drank some beers.” 

“Nothing else?” he asked you. “Hallucinogens, PCP, anything like that?” 

“No.”

You swore you saw an eye roll, though his glance away was helping to conceal it. “We’re going to be testing your blood, you know. Easier to just admit everything now, rather than it coming up in court later. I’m tryna’ help you here.” 

No, you aren’t, you wanted to say. You’ve decided I’m guilty. And you want to lock me up to rot. 

You could barely remember the rest of the interview. A lot of “I don’t know,” and “I can’t remember.” You can remember being sent to the place that terrified you as a child, though. Family horror stories of a great Aunt who went in and never came back out. You remember crying every night for the first six months, only for nobody to comfort you. You remember having to clamp down on your emotions, to bury them deep and hope they never resurface. 

You can’t remember your parents ever visiting you. 

August, 1986

The sweltering heat of Indiana summers were finally starting to break, cooler air filtering through the iron bars of the gaps of the slightly opened windows of the dayrooms and cutting the thick scent of sweat and cleaning products. You and Eddie had engaged in small talk during the countless games of cards, and you’d learned quite a fair bit about him. You learned he liked pickles on his burgers. His favourite album was still up in the air, citing that “you just couldn’t do that, it’d be like admitting you have a favourite child.” His favourite colour was red and black, leading to a couple of hours of heated conversation about black being technically a shade, not a colour. He missed being able to play electric guitar, but there was something about the ward’s battered acoustic that he appreciated. 

And in return, you’d shared the tiniest amounts that you hoped sated him. Safe little facts that couldn’t be used against you. And to his credit, he never pried. Instead, he did what he was best at. Talking enough for the both of you, when your social battery wasn’t at its fullest. 

“I swear man, Miller’s got something going on at home,” he mumbled under his breath as his eyes bounced between the project in his hand and the Doctor that seemed to be in the middle of an under-the-breath argument with an orderly on the other side of the dayroom door. Time had been allotted for arts and crafts, or rather, whatever shit they could throw in a box that could vaguely be suited for the occasion. Dried up glue and mangled pipe cleaners, a box of googly eyes that Eddie had pocketed for ‘later use’, and egg cartons that were probably older than you. But you’d found some lengths of different coloured string and a pair of the bluntest craft scissors known to mankind, and had decided on weaving them together to make bracelets. Eddie had decided to join in, and after a crash course in the most basic braids you knew, you were both winging it in trying to make something that wouldn’t just fall apart. 

You looked up from the strands of black, red and white that you held in your hands to follow his eyeline, shaking your head as you spared a glance at the man opposite you. “She still givin’ you shit?”

You knew full well about the meetings he had with her, from the venting he always did afterwards. Apparently, medium security was a privilege, not a right. As if Eddie was capable of doing any harm with what little means he had in here. Fuck, you saw him shed a tear when you watched Bambi together not last week. It had only been a month, but you were absolutely positive of one thing, given you’d had enough time to make your own conclusions. Eddie wasn’t capable of his charges. Not for a second. 

You expected him to frown at your question, but instead, a lopsided smirk played upon his lips. “Same as always, but nah. I’m talkin’ about what I overheard one of the nurses mention about her.”

You couldn’t help but snicker as you continued braiding. “Really, Munson? What’re you, a housewife at a damn Tupperware party?” 

“Hey, I’d look fuckin’ fantastic in a pair of heels and a flouncy dress, thank you very much sweetheart,” he playfully chided, pointing at you with faux accusation and making you chuckle. “But seriously. Apparently, someone found a bottle of vodka stashed in the filing cabinets in the records room. And apparently, there’s only a handful of people that have access. She’s one of them.”

Finishing the last knot of the makeshift bracelet, you looked up to give Eddie your full attention. You had to admit, he was pretty. The long hair, full lips and rounded eyes were a given, yes. But it was the way that he looked at you, how much kindness he gave you, that sealed the deal. The way he would duck his head to make eye contact with you when your eyes felt glued to the floor. When you felt like all hope was lost, stuck in your own misery with no way out, a large hand would be felt on your shoulder, a slight touch that didn’t push your comfort levels. His shit jokes that cheered you up, and the fact that he seemed to know just what to say to make you feel better. In another life, you might have asked him on a date at one point. Maybe to get milkshakes, or to see a movie. But those ideas were bitterly shoved back down, when you remembered where you were. That’d never be an option. Not again. 

You rolled your eyes as you leaned back in your chair, fiddling with the length of woven bracelet as you raised an eyebrow. “So you think she’s drinking on the job?” you asked, pulling the conversation back to something nonchalant. Before you had a chance to think of him in any way other than a friend. 

“I think she’s doing a lot of things on the job, and caring for people ain’t one of them,” he muttered with a slight sneer. His demeanour seemed to change with the final touches of his own craft project, a triumphant look crossing his face as he held it between his fingers. “Here, gimme your arm.”

You shot him a look of confusion as you crossed your arms instead. “Why?”

“So I can yank it out of its socket and use it as an improvised weapon,” he drawled, sarcasm heavy on the words. “Just trust me, alright?”

You did trust him. Or at least, trusted him better than anyone in the whole building. “You’re a sick puppy, y’know that?” you chuckled, holding out your arm on the table. 

“So I’ve been told,” he answered, tone ever so slightly taking on an edge of bitterness that you noted. Calloused fingertips brushed the sensitive skin of your inner wrist, and it took everything within you not to shiver at the sensation. The softness averting your eyes to the window past his shoulder, your inner critic beating down whatever sticky feelings got caught in your ribs at a deep inhale. Get it the fuck together for Christ sake, he’s just-

“Aaaand done.” You looked back to see that lopsided grin of his, though his eyes betrayed him with a slight sense of panic at what you guessed to be the impending sense of rejection. “You like it?” 

You finally allowed your eyes to dip down to your arm, twisting it to get a better look. Purple, blue and lilac threads had been twisted haphazardly into what could technically be considered a braid, though on every fourth or so knot, it twisted at the seams and knocked all uniformity right out of it. But a part of you hoped it was made with intention. The same intention that middle school girls gave them, when they swore up and down to be best friends forever to the other girls they’d bonded with at summer camp, only to forget their names in the next couple of years. The same that still rattled around your old jewellery box back at home, buried under tacky hoops and cheap pendants that teenage you liked wearing. You still remembered the pale pink half of a heart that you kept there, on a chain that’d seen better days. The other half at Cynthia’s house, hanging on her notice board underneath a picture of you two together, smiling at the lake five summers ago. 

Friendship. A word that up until now, had lost all meaning to you. Something that was beginning to spark, though the rockiness and unease of having it for a long time was throwing you off balance. Something that was being offered, and you were so starved for it, you let yourself believe it. Even if it was fake, you’d take it.

You let the smile that graced your lips grow wide, as you nodded your approval. “Bit of a bold colour choice, but I dig it,” you shrugged, your tone taking any malice out of the words. 

“Yeah well, I’m not exactly in a position to waltz on down to Hobby Lobby to get the perfect shades or anything,” he snorted, now idle fingers seeking stimulation by opening a new pack of cigarettes. “Cut it off if you don’t want it.”

And there it was. That slight drop to his smile, as his eyeline averted. No doubt already trying to soothe the sting of assumption, to protect his dignity. Laugh the pain away, don’t let anyone see into it. This was about more than a seemingly simple act of kindness, and you knew the feeling well. God, you wanted to soothe it. Make it go away for him. Because it would be a damn sight easier cheering him up than the sheer amount of effort it’d take to try and do the same to yourself. 

But it needed to be carefully done. Replied to with the same jest, play the same game right back, otherwise the raw vulnerability would cause him to clam right back up again. “Nah, I’m keeping this sucker. Really makes my eyes pop, don’t ya think?” 

You both shared a look of amusement, before your hand darted out before thinking. You noticed the way he flinched, and again, the inner critic was back with the whip to flagellate yourself with at the ready. You willed it away by turning your hand around, an open palm rather than a grasping claw. “My turn?” you offered, hoping the look on your face didn’t give off the desperation you felt. 

You noticed the way his expression morphed, brows furrowed and lip darting out to moisten his lips, as he usually did when he was thinking in rapid motion about something. It relieved you to see his arm come into view, elbow to the deep gouges of the wooden table, an offering of his scarred wrist. You noticed the way his muscles tensed if the pads of your fingers brushed one of them, and you were careful not to make too much contact in securing the bracelet, pulling away when you were done to a respectable distance. Letting him bring his limb back to assess the new adornment, wrinkles around his eyes fading slightly and crinkling into a smirk as he picked at the fibres. A hum of acknowledgement, of endearment, rattled around his chest as he looked back up to you. “Same colours as Hellfire.”

Hellfire. You remembered that name, and you rattled your brain for the memory. “That’s the club you had, right? The one you had with your friends?” 

“Yeah.” He fiddled with the smooth braids, rubbing the tip of his thumb back and forth across the length. You noticed how his voice had taken an edge to it as he shrugged, seemingly to shake off an intense emotion. 

You wondered if the memories of the group was sinking him back into the realisation that he’d most likely never have a meetup with them again. Never have that sense of normalcy, of feeling a part of something. You knew full well that remembering could be a dangerous thing. Something that should be avoided, lest you fall trap to the longing of your freedom, sending yourself mad with the knowledge that things would never indeed be normal again. 

You were still thinking of something to say, a distraction, when Eddie’s name was called from the hallway. His neck nearly snapping with the force of him looking over with a shocked expression, as the orderly grimaced at him as he beckoned him over with two fingers. With a glance at the clock, you noted the time, and something uncomfortable settled in your stomach as you waved the orderly in the room for a lighter. You’d seen a couple of people over the years be summoned around this time, to a part of the building you knew you’d probably never see. You didn’t want to give Eddie the heads up, just in case you were wrong, and this was all just mere coincidence. You bolted that heavy mask to your face as you swung your chair on it’s back two legs, a balancing act as you waited for your turn with the sacred lighter. 

“Better hope Miller hasn’t picked up on your suspicion about the records room,” you smirked as you waggled your eyebrows, a sarcastic laugh volleyed back your way as he got up to cross the room. You spared him one last glance as his shoulders slumped, head down and eyes glued to the floor as he trailed behind the staff member. For all his bravado that he was slowly getting back, you knew that was the true Eddie. A man caged against his will, and the strength long since stripped away from him. A husk of a person, just like everyone else in here. Just like you. 

You just prayed that for his sake, your assumption was correct. 

~

In Pennhearst, knowing where you were going wasn’t exactly something that got shared often. An orderly would begrudgingly call out a last name, and with a jerk of the head, you were just expected to follow behind. At first, it had scared Eddie something fierce. Long were the days of coming and going where he pleased; in school, it was common for him to just wander out of the building for a smoke, and classes were optional in his mind. Part of the reason he could never graduate. Why bother going into a room where you’d be belittled? Where a label was instantly placed on you, and where it stuck no matter how hard you tried to shift it. He’d practically had ‘troublemaker’ stamped on his head since his Junior year. So why even bother? 

A trick he learned was to look at the signs, commit them to memory. Try and figure out a map in your mind, and follow it. The orderly in front of him had passed left at the laundry room, and past the West wing bathrooms. He’d lost track of where he was since the right hand turn by the low security ward doors, and he was going down the corridor blind. Asking wouldn’t help. He wasn’t expecting an answer anyway. 

The sight of a battered sign that seemed to be straining free of the plaster caught his eye, craning his head back to see it. The two words seemed foreign to him. A feeling that he knew them, knew the meaning, but hadn’t seen them put together before. The two words that both made his heart skip a beat and his stomach to churn in anticipation and excitement. 

VISITOR ROOMS 1-5

It ached how much he was wanting them to stop at one of the doors. How much he needed them to. He started praying to anything and everything, things he didn’t believe in, right up until the man in front of him stopped at the door with a number three painted on the front. His hand stayed on the handle, and over his shoulder, Eddie could just make out a window that most likely let staff keep an eye on the patients without having to enter. He could just make out the fabric of a deep blue denim jacket in the bottom left corner, before it shifted and moved out of sight. 

“You’ve got five minutes,” the orderly growled through gritted teeth, finally making eye contact with a venomous glare. “Any funny shit, and your ass is getting thrown into solitary so fast it’ll make your head spin. Am I clear?” 

Eddie’s tongue darted out of his mouth to moisten cracked lips, nodding fervently as his hands clawed at his issued shirt to ground him. It took the raised brow of the man in front of him, a sign that he was quickly losing patience, to make him respond verbally. “Y-yessir. I understand.” 

With one last glance into the room, the door opened, and Eddie was ushered inside. His breath getting stuck between his ribs as he took in the sight of two faces he thought he’d never see again. 

Dark blue eyes, and a gruff face marred with wrinkles and tanned from the sun. A face with the expression that reminded him of being ten years-old, when he was just a kid with a bruise on his cheek and tears that wouldn’t stop falling. The hand of the social worker on his back doing nothing to comfort him, but the look of ‘I get it kiddo, I understand. You’re safe now’ that was worn by a man that looked so similar to his Dad but didn’t have any resemblance at the same time. And like the kid he once was, a sob bullied its way out of his throat as he rushed into the open arms of the one parental figure that never beat him, bellitled him, or expected anything more of him than trying as hard as he could.

The hug was crushing from both parties, with how Eddie clung to his Uncle Wayne, and how those solid arms around his chest added the pressure he so sorely needed. Gave him a reminder of just how much human contact he’d been starved of for five months, and how much he needed it more than oxygen. If Wayne was bothered by the way he buried his face into the older man’s neck and wracked out stifled cries, he never said anything. The large palm that cradled the back of his head seemed to encourage it, as if he knew this was what his nephew needed.

It seemed like an eternity, time suspended in the air, until firm hands carefully grasped his shoulders and tenderly pushed. Eddie relented, a hand flying up to wipe away as much snot and tears as he could. He recognised the next look that he was given, too. A look of pure worry, as Wayne’s eyes flitted from feature to feature. Eddie wasn’t stupid, he had access to some sorry excuses of polished metal as mirrors in this place. Dark circles practically tattooed onto heavy eye bags from the lack of sleep, features getting gaunt as stubble tried to force itself through the skin. Eyes no longer shining like they used to, now replaced with a soulless stare. Once, when he stomached a flash of eye contact in the mirror, he was reminded of his Mom. The way she looked after a blowout fight with his old man, when she lay in bed and cried for what seemed like hours. 

“Eddie… You uh- you look good man,” another voice said quietly from his right, causing his head to snap violently towards the noise. 

Dustin’s mop of curls were hard to mistake for anyone else's, the fondness in his facial features still the same as they were before. That certain look about him that occasionally glimmered underneath it all, the one that gave away that he’d grown far too fast for a kid his age. Had seen too much, and had to deal with far too much burden for a grown man to carry, let alone a fifteen year-old. The comment made Eddie gargle a sort of chuckle, hesitantly pulling away from his Uncle to wrap the kid up in an iron grip. He was happy to feel it returned with fervour, rocking his friend as he swayed with each bounce on the ball of his foot. 

“I look like shit,” he weakly responded, making Dustin laugh as he squeezed even tighter. How long had he waited for this moment? To see someone from the outside, and to know that they were as happy to see him as he was to see them. That they wanted to hug him, and show him tenderness, even when he felt he didn’t deserve it. 

Eddie jolted away as soon as he heard the latch of the door forced open, as if his friend was made of blistering coals. Eyes habitually returning to the faded and torn excuse for carpet, as the harsh words of the orderly that had brought him here made him flinch. “Hey, no contact in here,” the voice barked. “It’s against the rules-”

“Now you listen here,” another voice hissed, though through the venom, it sounded so much louder than it actually was. A southern drawl that Eddie was familiar with, but only when Wayne was riled up to the point of fury. Sparing a glance upwards, he could see Wayne’s finger pointing towards the door with an accusing jab. “It’s the first time I’ve seen my boy in God knows how long. If I wanna give him a damn hug, if his friend wants’ta give him one too, then we’ll do as we damn well please. Y’hear me?” 

He could hear the orderly start to splutter, as if it was the first time he’d ever been refuted. Knowing that the staff around here liked to elevate themselves above all, as if they were some kind of capricious deities, it was likely to be true. “I’ll be letting my supervisor know about this,” was his answer, a thinly veiled threat. Wayne’s short burst of laughter was devoid of all humour. 

“Go ahead,” Wayne replied. “I got my numbers t’ call too, if I think Eddie’s not gettin’ the help he needs. Wanna see who wins the little pissin’ contest ya got goin’ on here?” 

For a second, no reply. Then two. Another look showed both men in some sort of stand off, before the orderly finally sneered his final taunt. Door slamming shut behind him, making Eddie jump out of his skin. Dustin’s gentle guidance got him to sit on one of the uncomfortable plastic armchairs, his fingertips finding the bracelet on his arm to fiddle with. Back and forth, stroking the braid and focusing on his breathing to try and even it out. He heard the two other inhabitants take a seat, Wayne’s clasped hands just in view as his elbows rested on his thighs. His voice now gentler, as if coaxing a frightened animal to come closer. “How’re you holdin’ up, son? They treatin’ ya decent in here?” 

Eddie didn’t mean the bitter laugh to escape his lips, as he swiped the back of his hand across his face to try and clear his face. Finding the bracelet again, studying it as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Normally, he’d make a joke about it all. Call this place a five star hotel, but make a comment about how they could use better pillows. But he couldn’t find the words, no matter how hard he tried. Resigning himself to the truth, as he shrugged. “S’fine.” 

“Did uh… Did you get moved to medium security?” Dustin asked, and the puzzled look Eddie gave him in return as he looked up to see the boy must have prompted a further explanation. “Hopper put in a call. Well, several. Explained to the right people about what happened. He uh- he sends his best, by the way. Everyone does.”

Hopper? He thought the old chief of police had snuffed it in that Starcourt fire. More questions than answers given, and Dustin sighed wearily before explaining it all as best he could. As best as anyone could, given they had such a short time period to meet. 

Hopper was alive, something about being in Russia for a while. El was back from California, and shit was still going south with the upside-down. Hawkins was still in trouble, but they were on the case. Some sort of higher ups were working on Eddie’s case, but it needed to go through proper channels to keep an illusion of normality. Evidence to be hidden, to be planted, to clear his name. They were waiting on Max to wake up, so she could give her statement and have all charges officially dropped. All of it barely sticking in Eddie’s brain, no doubt the meds he was on still keeping his neurons dulled. 

But one thing stuck out. They were working on clearing his name. It was a shot at freedom. Not much, but it was there. In the darkness, came a small glimmer of hope. Like seeing a seam of gold in a coal mine. Something to cling onto for dear life, to keep putting one foot in front of the other for. 

It was hope. 

“You’re gonna get me out?” Eddie questioned, timbre cracking on every other syllable. Daring to look up to see the two people who probably cared about him more than anyone else on this Earth, and being met with a soft smile in return. 

“Yeah, we’re getting you out,” Dustin echoed, voice soft as he rubbed his palms on his jeans. He reached over to retrieve a plastic bag, leaning over and placing it by Eddie’s feet. “But for now, we’re allowed to come and see you every two weeks. And we’re allowed to bring stuff, too. I mean, it’s something, right?” 

Eddie felt too full of emotion, an experience he usually wasn’t fond of. A big reason he liked to get stoned, or listen to heavy metal music, or play his guitar. An outlet always helped, and right now he had nothing. Nothing but three pieces of string circling his wrist, and his leg bouncing a fast tempo. Peeking from the bag, he could see a book and a carton of Camels so far. Something he’d previously took for granted, but not any longer. He’d sworn to himself an oath during his two month mark in this place; if he ever got out of here, he’d never take the little things for granted ever again. 

He nodded along to the words, unlatching the harsh grip his teeth had on his lower lip before answering. “Yeah, it’s… It’s something. Thank you.” 

“Don’t sweat it man,” Dustin replied. “If you need anything, just… Just tell us, alright? We’ll see what we can do.” 

It took all the self restraint he had not to openly laugh, instead scrubbing his palm down the length of his face. He needed a lot of things. He needed a good night’s sleep, and a shower with water more than lukewarm and to never again smell carbolic soap. He needed to be able to take a long drive, maybe to the woods, avoiding lover’s lake to not have to remember those frightening and isolating days of hiding. He needed a good ounce of bud and his record player. Lots of things were needed. None were likely to actually be received.

“So, uh… Where’d you get that from?” Wayne asked after seconds of silence that went far too long for his liking. He knew better than anyone what a downward spiral looked like in his boy. 

It took Eddie a moment to realise what he was talking about, before clicking all the pieces together when his uncle stared at his arm for too long. He said your name, softly at first. Like a secret that wasn’t meant to be shared. An eyebrow raise prompted him to clear his throat and explain. “She uh… She’s helping me out around here. Someone to talk to.” 

Wayne didn’t seem impressed in the slightest, arms folding as he leaned in his chair. “You sure you can trust ‘er?” he asked, head slightly tilting. 

Eddie’s head nodded erratically, sending split ends and frizz flying. “She’s like me, Wayne. Innocent.” 

“And you believe her?” 

“...Yeah.” 

He did believe you. He couldn’t explain it, but there was a sort of gut feeling to be had around people that meant others harm. He’d felt it a couple of times in his life. Hairs on the back of his neck standing up, a nausea that couldn’t be replicated by an illness, a sense of unease paired with an urge to run. He first remembered it when his father would come home drunk, the front door slamming open and shut with heavy footfalls. He’d felt it when Jason and his lackeys were chasing after him that night on the boat. Hell, he felt it when that patient with the missing piece of his ear came a little too close for comfort, before you’d come to his rescue. 

He could trust you. He had to. The only other option was doing all of this alone.

He watched the wrinkles in Wayne’s face to deepen for only a few seconds, before they relaxed to his natural frown. The Munson men had a habit of speaking without words, knowing each other well enough to be able to see slight gestures and eye contact to mean something that nobody else could pick up on. This particular eyebrow raise meant ‘I believe you’. Eddie’s slight nod was a thank you. 

It was all over before it felt like it truly began. The sense of normality, of a conversation between three people who knew each other well, was cut short by an orderly opening the door and barking Eddie’s last name. With the faded grocery bag in hand - after yet another check of the contents, as if a shiv would magically appear after opening it for the fifth time - he was led back to the common room to engage in the mind-numbing routine that never changed. 

But at least you were sitting there, waiting for him. Lounged in one of the threadbare sofas, flipping through a magazine that he’d seen you read at least a half dozen times. You looked up, the ghost of a smile playing on your lips as you nodded towards the other side of the couch. No judgement, no questions barraged at him as he crossed the room. Just patience and a slight eyebrow raise. Thank God that won’t change, was his first thought. The smallest bloom, like the first of springtime, got caught in his ribcage. Swallowed back down, bitter as whisky, before it could cling to his heart and not let go. 

“Visitors?” you asked as he leaned over the armrest, your eyes not leaving the freshly turned page. He could sense something in your voice; something that caught his attention. It wasn’t anger. It was deeper than that, hitting at a lower emotional register. He noticed an ever so slight furrow of your brow, eyes ever so glossy. Then it hit him. Visitors. 

Something that not once, he had ever seen you leave for. 

He recognised that feeling. The feeling of always being left out at the playground, never allowed to join the other kids. Of being dumped at a doorstep you didn’t know by your piece of shit father, the memory of the back of his jacket exiting view through a haze of tears. It was being called names, or worse, being flat out ignored. He knew it all too well. And he’d always hated seeing it in others. 

But there was no point lying about it, either. “Yeah,” he nodded, plucking the carton of cigarettes from the bag and beginning to unwrap them. “My uncle and a friend. Hadn’t seen ‘em since…” He trailed off, shaking his head as he grasped a few packets from the sleeve. If you noticed his choice of words, you weren’t showing it.

 He placed them by your feet where they were half tucked underneath you with a wry smile. “For all the ones I stole when I first got here.” 

“You don’t have to do that,” you frowned, finally tossing the magazine to the floor. He noticed the way you seemed touched by the gesture, though. “This place gives ‘em out like fucking candy.” 

“Yeah, but you hate the brand they give out,” he chuckled, remembering how often you complained about it first thing in the morning, still half asleep and grumpy from the medications used to sedate you. “Just take ‘em. Save them for special occasions.” 

For a moment, he expected more of a fight. But to your credit, you took them with grace. Opening a pack and handing him one, you motioned for the lighter as you nodded your head towards the bag. “What else you get?” 

“Uhh… Good question,” he shrugged, finally taking everything out to inspect. The Colour of Magic by Terry Pratchett, and from the looks of it, it was secondhand. A quick inspection of the first page gave him the name of the previous owner.

D. Henderson. 

“Love that little shit,” he mumbled under his breath, a fond smirk as he plucked the last item. Well, items. There were various envelopes, already torn open and no doubt already read, bundled together by a rubber band. He recognised the one on top from the character sheets he’d had handed in over countless times. Lucas’ neat handwriting spelling out his name. Already, a lump formed in his throat as he hastily shoved them back. Not here, he reminded himself. 

“Good haul,” you said quietly, no doubt well aware of his sudden shift in mood. It was strange, how two people adrift could find equilibrium. He could sense your fluctuations, the small changes in behaviour, that let him know to tread carefully. And now, it was happening in reverse. 

All he could do was nod. Allow the static of the silence to wash over you two, and to your credit, you never pushed.

He was thankful for that. 

~

Small stacks of paper surrounded his silhouette on the bed, the one he was trying to read gripped tight in his fist whilst the other hand muffled his sobs. Eddie hadn’t had many good words heard about him over his short life. Words were usually spat with venom, and he flicked barbs back. But now, it was there, all in black and white, and in various calligraphy. 

“Be strong man, you got this,” wrote Steve. 

“We’re fighting for you as hard as we can out here, just hang tight,” Robin scrawled. 

“I’ve always known you didn’t do it, son. I need you to know that.” In a font he remembered the most. 

His ribcage broke with the force of how much his heart hurt. The grief, the sadness, the shame. It was washing over him like waves, threatening to drag him under for good. He grieved for Chrissy, and he grieved for himself. It just kept pouring, like molasses sticky in his throat, and he couldn’t breathe. It didn’t stop until dawn broke, when he finally managed to put a lid back on everything and shut it away. Close the door and refuse to look, for fear a monster is in the closet. 

Hide it away, so it doesn’t hurt. Hide it until it’s safe to come out, if it ever does. Hide it, conceal it, consume it until it’s as dense as a neutron star. And if you did hear him crying from across the hall, you didn’t say anything. God, he was so thankful you didn’t say anything.

[daddyissues133]

Do I Need To Cuff You?/OfficerCallahanxFemReader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: reader is underage while Officer Callahan isn't

Tags: desk sex, smut, semi-public sex, fingering, giving head, etc

Authors note: yes hello, I did write a oneshot about this fine ass man, so sue me I literally love him, and this oneshot isn't my favorite since it was kinda rushed but nonetheless enjoy, xoxo, daddyissues133

As I walked into Eddie’s trailer home to get some drugs, screams echoed throughout the home. I jumped back in surprise, almost falling off the steps. I had taken the back door, but to my surprise I heard a car starting in the front of the home. I assumed it would be Eddie’s uncle, but maybe it wasn’t. I mean Eddie’s uncle doesn’t get home for another half hour. Shit, maybe it was Eddie. As I entered the home, I walked around the home, in search of something. Then I would just hide some cash in Eddie’s room. When I gave up and couldn’t find anything I grabbed a bottle from Eddie’s six back of cold beer and walked into the bathroom and planted myself into the tub. I would just wait for Eddie to come back, and if not him then his uncle. The alcohol dripped down my throat and filled up my stomach perfectly. Suddenly I felt very sleepy and decided to take a short rest, but when I woke up I would surely regret coming that night, or would I?

“Wake up. Ma’am?” a voice echoed throughout my head, but when I had opened my eyes, I was face to face with a Police Officer. Shit, shit, shit. I dropped the bottle of beer and as it shattered I ran for it. Slipping past the officer who I recognized from previous visits. Officer Callahan. He was always there when my mother and step-father were arguing and scared me. But now was different, they weren’t here because of the beer, they were here for something else. As I wondered what happened, I finally figured it out. I was facing Chrissy, she was attached to the wall, with broken twisted legs and arms, fingers too. Her eyes were gone and hollow bottomless black pits were replaced.

Then by mistake I stopped to look, and not by surprise Officer Callahan caught me, locking my arms behind my back with his warm palms holding my wrists. “Do I need to cuff you? Or will you walk willingly to the car?” he asked me, I was stunned. “You don’t think I did this? Do you?” I asked the Officer. He nodded “You have the right to remain silent..” he began, but I was too shocked to say anything. I was then shoved into a police car with Officer Callahan’s soft hands wrapped around my wrists, everyone in the trailer park was staring. It was normal to see someone from the trailer park getting arrested, but that doesn’t mean people aren’t nosey. Eddie’s uncle looked at me with sad eyes. He mouthed “sorry” to me, I nodded. It wasn’t his fault, technically he didn’t even know I was in the bathroom.

As we drove through Hawkins I kept quiet, but all I could hear was Kate Bush’s “running up that hill” on a cassette player. I sighed and stared out the window until we got to the police station. When we pulled into the parking lot of the police station, Officer Callahan said “we’re here kiddo.” A blush krept against my cheeks, no one ever called me kiddo, not even my step-dad. Callahan walked around to my door and opened the door, now urging me to get out, as I did he gripped my wrists behind my back. “Just walk” he whispered, as we walked into the police station. Every one of the police officers stared at us, I was so embarrassed. And I don’t even know why. Officer Callahan walked me to his office, where there would be a cell. Robin told me there’s a single cell in every office.

As Officer Callahan shut the door behind us he let go of my wrists, I looked at them there was a red ring around them from how hard he was holding onto them. I turned to face him, as he locked the door. He turned around to face me and I smiled. He smiled back. “Have a seat” Callahan said and pointed to a seat before his humongous desk. I sat down awkwardly, and stared at the floor. “You need to know something Y/n, you were at the scene of a death. Automatically you're guilty, you have to know that. We're just doing our job” Callahan explained, but my eyes were glued to the floor. All because I was blushing so hard. “Can you look at me, Y/n?” Officer Callahan asked, I obeyed and slowly looked up at him. Suddenly he understood why I tried to keep looking at the floor.

“Y/n?” he asked, I met his eyes. A smirk so big I couldn’t even describe it appeared on his face. “You wanna go home, right?” he asked, “yes, there is no point that i’m here, I didn’t touch chrissy, I don’t even know her that well” I told Callahan. “Well I have an idea, what if..” he trailed off, my mind raced with the proposition. “I know you like me Y/n, and I’ve liked you since your graduation” Officer Callahan confessed. My mouth fell open in shock. “What? You're kidding right?” I responded. Callahan shook his head. “No, I'm serious,” he said. “Prove it” I demanded, he smirked and cocked his head to the side, looking me up and down. I shifted in my seat. Callahan started to get up and walk closer to me. I waited to see what he would do. He stood right in front of me, leaned down and then suddenly our lips met. It felt like fire was burning my lips apart, I could feel the stubble of his mustache on my upper lip. This was my literal dream. Kissing the town's police officer was literally my dream, along with other things. Our lips synced together, smacking off eachothers lips, pulling away for a split second then returning to each other's lips. Callahan gripped the sides of my face and held on tightly as he continued to make out with me. I reached my hand up and tugged on the nape of his neck.

Callahan’s fingers wandered off my face and edged closer and closer to my pussy that was now dripping with liquids. I looked down, but his hand pulled by face up while the other hand lingered around my cunt. I could also see his massive bulge, that made me smile, but Callahan swiped his finger across my clothed cunt. A moan escaped my mouth, causing me to stop kissing him and pull away. He used his hand that was still gripping my face to push my head into his, so we continued to kiss, it felt so wrong yet so good. I suddenly gained control and stood up still kissing Callahan, and walked forward, backing him up against the wall. When he hit the wall I started taking off my jeans and my band t-shirt. Sliding off my converse, I pulled away from his kiss. “What was your idea again, Officer?” I said with pleading eyes, he smirked and picked up my naked body, well I still had my underwear and bra on.

He laid me across his desk, and started kissing me once more, our mouths begging for much more, anything. Craving that extra sweet thing. Callahan leaned over me and worked his way planting kisses all along my neck and collarbone. My head tilted back and my mouth fell open. I covered my mouth, to stop me from moaning excessively loud. I was in pleasure heaven. “You like that, huh?” Callahan asked me, then returned to sucking just above my breasts. I nodded lazily, just before he unclasped my bra from behind. My nipples hardened at the chill air hitting them at the perfect moment. Callahan gawked at my halfway naked form. His mouth latched onto my breast and started swirling his tongue around and around in slow meaningful circles. VIbrations shot through my spine, making me arch my back at the feeling. Callahan pulled away but not for long before he did the same treatment to the other breast. Swirling his warm, wet tongue. After he was finished he began kissing my stomach and lowering his kisses as he went, getting closer and closer to my dripping pussy.

“Please” I begged, but it was amusing apparently to Callahan since he chuckled, “use your words, love” he responded, frustrated I said “please lick me.” He smiled and responded with “your wish is my command.” Callahan then started kissing my inner thighs getting closer and closer to where I needed him the most. He dragged his finger up my slit, I twitched at the feeling, but craved more. Callahan slid down my underwear and stared at my sopping wet pussy. “This wet, and all just for me?” he smirked, and I nodded moans escaping my closed mouth. “Shhh, y/n. They’ll hear us” whispered Callahan. I obeyed and kept quiet, for a second. Before long Callahan was already dragging his fingers up and down my slit effortlessly, I begged for more, and I was obeyed. Callahan started rubbing my clit in rough and fast circles, my mouth fell open once more at the feeling. My back arched off the desk, but Callahan slammed my stomach back down.

Once I was soaking wet, then Callahan started working wonders. Two fingers plunged into me, effortlessly thrusting in and out of me. I felt magical, it was nice I couldn’t describe the feeling. Then he added a third finger, filling up my hole without trying. After Callahan had enough he started licking my slit, up and down. My legs started to shake at how wonderful this felt. He slowly licked up and swiped as hard and as fast as he could down. Making it all the more pleasurable. I felt myself start to cum, my insides twisted and turned, filling me up, then I suddenly released all over Callahan's mouth. He licked and sucked all of my juices. Once Callahan was done slurping me up he commanded me to get on my hands and knees.

I did so, my legs wobbling as I did so. Once I was on my hands and my knees I waited for something to happen. I could hear the unzipping and unbucking of pants. It was Callahan pulling down his pants. I could hear a wrapper opening and something liquidy sliding onto something. Which I assumed was a condom on Callahan’s cock. My head jerked forward as I could feel Callahan’s cock lined up against my hole. I gasped and moaned at the same time, as his dick entered me. It stung so badly, but I loved the feeling so much. “You look so gorgeous like this,” Callahan said, chuckling. A low rumble sound escaping his lips. I took a deep breath, just before Callahan started thrusting his massive cock in and out of me. Moans escaped my mouth left and right, as he thrusted harder by the minute. I was almost falling off the desk, and as every squeak of the desk, the more I was frightened for us to be caught.

Then something unexpected happened, I felt a tug at my hair and it turns out Callahan was pulling my hair back. I liked the feeling. It felt like after you hit your head off of something hard and it throbs but itches somehow at the same time. That’s how it felt, an amazing yet painful feeling. He tugged harder at every harder thrust. Suddenly I could feel myself cumming once more, this time more powerful than the last. “I’m gonna cum” Callahan panted, through heavy breaths. As I did the same, we both came at the same time, me cumming all over his condom covered cock, and him cumming in a condom.

Callahan pulled out of me and kept standing in front of me as I crawled to the edge of the desk. Callahan looked down at his cock then back at me. After he threw his filled condom it was time for him to earn his pleasure. I latched my mouth onto his tip then took more into my mouth, a moan escaped his mouth as I could smell the scent of his nice smelling cologne. It made me wanna suck even harder. As I took him all in I hollowed in my cheeks to give him more pleasure. It worked, Callahan was a moaning mess. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and bobbed my head up and down his dick, sucking as hard as I possibly could.

Then Callahan started to say he was going to cum, which he eventually did. “Swallow, my love” he said, staring down at me. Our eyes locked together. As I swallowed the nasty white cum, I literally gagged. It was so awful. All Callahan did was chuckle. I smiled lazily and stood up. Callahan helped me dress myself again, and he dressed himself pretty good. We stood across from each other and sat back where we were before all of this. “My golly, y/n. I don’t think you killed Chrissy. You’re free to go, my love” Officer Callahan said, sliding a piece of paper across the desk to me. I grabbed it, smiled and thanked him. I headed out of the police station. Everyone was working intently.

As I exited the building Steve, Robin, and Dustin were there waiting for me. “Why hello there, you look like you had fun” Steve said, I furrowed my eyebrows. “Why do you say that?” I asked, Steve looked down at my pants. They were unbuttoned. “Oh god!” I shouted and quickly buttoned my pants. Everyone started laughing, including myself. But deep down I wanted to find out what that letter said. But instead I decided to wait till I got home and shoved it into my back pocket and headed into the passenger's seat next to dustin.

[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.”

[empresskylo]

𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 – 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

[part 1]   𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | hopper tries to avoid you, but fails. you tease him to his breaking point. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | jim hopper x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— unprotected sex, large age gap, size kink,  power dynamic. 𝐰𝐜 | 3k+ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | as requested, here is part two. i hope it doesn’t disappoint. also, this can be read w/out having read part 1.

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「 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 」 r.h. masterlist

Jim Hopper was set on avoiding you after that night, but that proved to be a lot harder than expected. He cursed himself out when he had arrived home. How the fuck could he have let himself act on his perverted fantasies? He worked with your dad for fucks sake! 

And still, you had consumed his every thought he had. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. About the way your lips parted when his hands grabbed your exposed skin. The way you moved slowly on top of him. The soft noises you made…

Jim shook his head, trying to focus back on the paperwork sprawled out across his desk. 

“Hi, dad.” He heard a far-too-familiar voice say down the hall. 

Speak of the devil.

He got up to close his door but you were too fast for him. 

“Hi, Chief,” you said, a smile creeping onto your lips.

Hopper held the door in his hand, avoiding your eyes. 

“Need something, kid?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Just wanted to see you.”

“Jesus, will you keep your voice down!” Hopper yell-whispered. 

He looked down the hall and then yanked you into his office. You gasped as he pushed you against the wall. “Why are you doing this to me?” He growled.

“Doing what?! I just came to drop off my dad’s lunch!”

He released his grip on you and walked angrily to his desk. He shouldn’t be acting like this. Of course he was going to run into you. You often showed up at the station to visit your dad. It was inevitable.

He huffed as he sat down, staring at you while he contemplated his next words. You stood with your arms by your side, gulping under his trapping gaze.

“Listen. I’m sorry about…” he almost couldn’t say it, “the other night. I shouldn’t have… We shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to—“ 

You cut him off. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.” You spoke in an absentminded way like you were repeating something from a movie script. “It was a mistake. You regret it. You don’t want me to mention it to anyone, even my friends. Blah, blah, blah. I got it.” You crossed your arms, a bit annoyed. Had Hopper really regretted being with you? Were you just the first warm body available to him that night? 

“Alright then,” he said, not completely convinced. You pursed your lips and nodded awkwardly. “You can go back to your dad now, sorry for pulling you in here.” He looked down at his desk, pretending to write on the sheets in front of him, a bit embarrassed. 

You turned to leave, but before you made it past the corner, you couldn’t help but ask, “Was it really that bad?” Your voice was rather small, a bit embarrassed now by this whole ordeal.

Hopper looked up at you and scratched the back of his neck. “No! I mean, no,” he corrected. “It was good, great really,” he mumbled. 

You smirked. So now you knew–Hopper enjoyed himself, it was the relationship you had with him that was the problem. Because you were the daughter of his friend. And that you were so much younger. 

Hopper regretted admitting that to you the second it left his lips. 

He watched your lips curve into a smile and he felt his heartbeat quicken ever so slightly. He didn’t look away as you lingered in the doorway before walking back down the hall, using your hand to flip your skirt up as you went, giving Hopper a quick view of your panties. 

His leg jerked and slammed it against his desk making him curse under his breath. He shut his eyes and let out a breath in fury.

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The next time he saw you was when he got a call down near the arcade. As he was walking away from the drunk man being shoved in the back of Callahan’s car, he saw you through the arcade window. His eyes traced along with your slim jeans and fitting shirt. You were laughing at something one of your friends said when you turned and met Hopper’s eyes in the lot. When he realized you saw him, he tried to get back to his truck as quickly as he could. Like before, you beat him to it–he thought about how you really should join the track team. 

You told your friends you’d be right back and made your way out into the evening air. In record time, you met Hopper at the side of his truck. He towered over you, looking down angrily as you blocked his access to the driver’s side door. He decided to take a disinterested approach. “What?” His voice sounded bitter. 

“Want to join me?” You asked sweetly, motioning behind you. 

“To the arcade? Yeah, no thanks. I have shit to do.” 

You moved, blocking him as he tried to reach for his door handle. “I guess we could go back to your place then.” 

His eyes widened, checking to make sure no one was close enough to hear your conversation. “I know you want to…” you let your voice linger off, looking up at him with doe-eyes. 

He huffed in an unsteady breath, clearly blowing his nonchalant cover. You were affecting him. 

You stepped into him and smiled when Hopper didn’t move back. “I know you’ve been thinking about me. You can’t avoid me forever.”

He wanted to say something back, but he thought it was best to not engage with you. You wanted him to slam you against his truck and take you right there and so did he. You would just have to break him. You turned to leave, but your hand grabbed his crotch before you did, making Jim jump. And then you were off, heading back into the arcade. 

Hopper hurried into his truck before anyone could spot his growing erection. 

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You peered out of your bedroom window and saw Hopper’s truck creep along the edge of your lawn. You raised an eyebrow as you watched the tall man step out of his vehicle and approach your front door. 

You left your spot behind your window shades and ran down the stairs. Hopper’s knuckles rapped at the door and you hesitantly opened it.

“Hopper?” You asked, the brooding man towering above you in the doorway. 

His gaze shifted away from you and lingered in the empty hall behind you. “Your dad told me to come check on you.”

You laughed, “Jesus, he’ll be home tonight. What does he think is going to happen within the whole 24 hours he’s been gone?” 

Hopper didn’t mirror your amusement. He looked down and noticed for the first time your lack of clothing, clearly you were not expecting any visitors. He gulped and fixed his eyes back on the void behind you. 

You mentally rolled your eyes at Jim’s seriousness. “Did you want to come in? Make sure there’s no murderer hiding in the closet.”

You lazily walked away and headed back up the stairs, leaving Hopper to close the door in the entryway.

You could hear his loud boots on the floor below you as you lay in your bed, flipping aimlessly through a magazine. You knew he’d walk past your open door eventually, you just didn’t know when.

After being in the house for less than a minute, a dark shadow appeared under your doorframe.

“So you’re all set here then?” 

You looked up at him and pushed yourself onto your knees. 

“Yup.” You responded, letting the ‘p’ pop off your tongue. 

Jim hovered for a moment before nodding and leaving. You rolled your eyes for real this time.

“Actually,” you began. Hopper appeared back in his spot a bit too eagerly, one hand resting on your door handle. “My record player hasn’t been working. Would you take a look at it?”

He shook his head, “I’m just here to calm your paranoid father, not to act as your repair man.”

“Please,” you begged. 

Hopper knew he should have just left, but his legs had a mind of their own as he walked into your bedroom. You pointed to the player by your closet and Hopper began examining it. You got up, making your way beside him as he worked. He tried to increase the space between the two of you. “Oh, Jesus. It’s just unplugged,” he said annoyed. You made a faux-shocked face. 

He began to lean over before you stopped him. “It’s alright, I got it.” You got on to your knees and reached for the plug buried between the bureau it sat on and the wall. As you leaned in further, your fingertips just brushed along the plug. Your ass had been propped straight into the air. You took your time, fumbling with the plug as you tried to plug it back in. 

When you stood back up, you smiled in success as Hopper’s eyes had gone dark while he locked on to your body. “Hop–” You began but were cut off by his large hands grabbing your hips and pulling you forcefully into him, his lips smashing against yours. You melted into his touch, your legs going limp beneath you. You gasped for breath as Hopper pulled away. “This is what you wanted, right?” He demanded. “Wanted to push me to the edge? Wanted to torture me? Hm?” His voice boomed in your small room. 

Your cheeks were red as he held you. When you didn’t answer, Hopper spun you both around and shoved you back onto your bed. You collided with the mattress in a yelp and were soon covered by Jim’s body. He began placing kisses on your neck and exposed collar bone, making your eyes flutter. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled into your skin. 

His hands slid down your sides and pushed your tanktop up and slid them beneath the fabric. His palms were on your breasts, thanking the gods for your lack of bra. 

As his hands kneaded, he continued to kiss along your jaw and neck. Hopper squeezed one of your nipples between his fingers and you audibly gasped. Your hips pushed up against his, desperately wanting to create friction. 

“Such an eager girl.” 

You nodded, Hopper’s hand making its way down to your PJ shorts. His hand slid under the waistband and he stroked along your underwear. You stifled a moan, his finger sliding between you. He could feel the moisture soak his finger pads. 

You felt him harden on top of you, his body laid against yours. You leaned your head back as he pushed your underwear aside and began to tease your entrance. You moaned his name in frustration. He wanted to torture you back to show you what it was like, but he couldn’t get himself to do it. He hungrily wanted to hear you squeal and shake under him. His finger pushed into you, and just like before, it was enough to fill you. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about how small and tight you were. You groaned as he forced another finger in, your hips pressing against Hopper. He began to pump in and out slowly and your hands gripped his shoulders from the shock of how much his fingers stretched you out. He kissed your jaw by your ear and your eyes squeezed shut as you panted. His pace remained slow and you began to get frustrated. You just wanted him buried inside you. 

“Hopper, please…” you begged. 

“Want it that bad, huh?” 

You bit your lip, nodding your head. His expression stiffened as he slid his fingers out and began to fumble with his pants. You mimicked him and tore your tank top off and slid your shorts and underwear down in one motion. Hopper didn’t have the patience to push his pants off all the way so he let them dangle at his ankles. He was back on you, between your legs, and you let your hands crawl to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. 

He looked at you a bit curious. He didn’t think you’d want him to take his shirt off, and he didn’t know exactly why. But you did. You pushed it off his shoulders and let your hands linger on his hot skin. You met his eyes, his pupils were blown. He couldn’t wait any longer, and frankly, neither could you. 

Hopper rubbed his tip against your entrance, making you squirm. His eyes danced across your exposed body, your nipples still bright pink from when he pinched them. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He hadn’t even realized he said it out loud until he saw the way your cheeks turned red. He thought that was cute–here he was, cock pressed against you, your body laid bare for him, and those words are what made you blush. 

Without warning, he pushed into you, making you grab your bedsheets. You both groaned as he bottomed out, your walls being stretched to their limit. Hopper grumbled under his breath, saying something about how good you felt around him. 

Even though you hadn’t adjusted to his size yet, you begged him to move, your thighs squeezing against his sides. 

He obeyed and began to slide in and out of you. You gasped loudly, your nails digging into his back. “Do you need me to stop?” He asked, a bit concerned. A bit louder than you expected, you said no. “Please don’t,” you begged. Hopper kept his pace, his eyes relishing in the way you gasped and mewled beneath him, your senses completely overtaken by him. 

You bucked your hips up, meeting Hopper’s thrusts. He swore loudly, his head resting in the crook of your neck. You could hear him growling in your ear as he slammed into you harder. 

You couldn’t hold any noises back now and you let moans pool off your tongue left and right. 

“Shit, the noises you’re making…” Hopper grunted, feeling himself edge closer hearing the way you reacted to him. 

“Oh, God, Chief,” you cried. 

Hopper pulled back to look at you, his expression somehow darker than earlier. You wanted to say something cheeky about his reaction to your name-calling, but all you could muster were pathetic whines. 

Jim watched the way you bounced underneath him as he kept hitting deep inside of you. He felt your hips buck into his, edging him to go faster. 

He did. He began slamming into you as fast as he could with as much force as he could. You yelped, your body being pushed back as he fucked into you. He pushed the few stuffed animals behind your head off your bed and grabbed onto your headboard, getting a better grip to fuck you. 

You began to sob, your hands squeezing your bedsheets so hard you thought you might rip them.

Hopper’s deep and husky moans bounced off your walls as he got dangerously close. You couldn’t even move your hand down to rub yourself, thinking you’d be too overstimulated. 

Your headboard slammed against your wall, you prayed it didn’t leave a hole. But even if it did, you would never tell Hopper to stop what he was doing. 

“Hopper, I’m…” you tried to get out. Hopper swore loudly feeling your walls flutter around him. You mewled, feeling yourself reach your high. Your walls tightened around Hopper’s cock, basically squeezing an orgasm out of him. His voice was deep and full of swears as he came inside you. You felt his warm seed fill you up, your hips pushing up against him, wanting to have him spill as deep as he could into you. 

Hopper’s hands came next to your head, his fingers grabbing onto your sheets as he supported himself while he kept pumping into you. 

You groaned, your body shaking under him. Your head moved side to side in ecstasy, not being able to sit still. 

Your name kept rolling off his tongue as he lazily slowed his pace, small spurts of liquid still being shot inside you. 

When he came to a stop, he collapsed on top of you. You felt the warm liquid seep out of you with Hopper still inside you. Your body was still shaking from the high, your hair sprawled out behind you when you both heard a car door slam. 

“Shit!” You both said in unison. Hopper pulled back to look at your face, your eyes wide in horror as your dad got out of his car. 

Hopper pulled out of you and stumbled off your bed, shuffling for his shirt and pulling his pants up in a hurry. You followed close behind, digging for your shirt and shorts on your floor. 

You both tripped around your room in a panic, trying to dress as fast as possible. Your dad opened the front door, calling out to you as he walked in. You yelled ‘hi’ back and looked at Hopper in panic. 

“Is Hopper here? I saw his truck out front,” your dad asked as he made his way into the kitchen. 

You ignored him and tried to straighten out your hair as you made your way to the staircase. Hopper was close behind, pulling on his shirt and fastening his belt. 

You both made your way slowly down the steps when your dad walked back into the hall. 

“Oh, you are here,” he said to Hopper. 

Hopper cleared his throat, “Just checking on her like you asked.” His hand rested on the front door’s handle. 

Your dad nodded at him, completely oblivious to the way both your faces were red and sweaty. Hopper’s shirt wasn’t fully tucked back into his pants but your dad didn’t seem to notice that either. “Stay for dinner,” he demanded before Jim could open the door. 

“I really should get back–”

“I insist. It’s not every day the Chief makes an appearance in my home!” 

You both gulped at one another as your dad lead the way into the kitchen. This was going to lead to a very awkward night.

Part 3

[ilovetulips]

ATTACKED

steve harrington x fem!reader

𖦹 reader helping steve with his injuries in the upside down.

𖦹 swearing, injuries??, established relationship, love confession, slight smut but it’s not really smut, best friend eddie!!, pet names, angst?? if you count an argument as angst

𖦹 1.6k

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“okay okay— shit! stevie i need you to lean back a bit f’me, yeah? gonna hurt i’m sorry.” you squeak out as the boy wriggling in pain leans his upper back against the infamous skull rock.

he wasn’t lying when he said he’d made it famous. you and him would find your way to it all the time, making out under the shadow it cast on a sunny day. sometimes giving innocent hand-jobs before megaphones interrupted you, carrying the unmistakable voice of officer callahan.

“clear it, kids! i’m sick of coming up here because of reports of you guys getting freaky. if i come up there and you’re still visible, you’ll be in the back of my car on your way home tonight. got it?”

you chuckle at the memory. “wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been pinned up against skull rock by me, huh harrington?” your teasing joke earned a laugh to vibrate from his chest, before it unleashed an overwhelming pain through his injuries. a blinding red light of hurt flashed through his entire body, and he could only grunt in agony.

panic sets in again, and you take off the shirt wrapped around your waist. “so sorry, so so sorry baby. i’ll make it better, promise.” you mumble sweet words of praise, hoping it’s enough to distract him when you wrap the material tightly around him.

ensuring the bleeding would reduce significantly and all of his injuries were covered, you stepped back slightly to hold his face and whisper countless apologies.

his pained eyes meet yours, feeling relief from the makeshift bandages you placed upon him. “thank you. so much, feels so much better now. the sweetest to me, so so sweet to me.”

it broke your heart to see him like this. the unevenly spaced timings of red lightning from the upside down flashing upon his features almost seemed like a reflection of the pulses of pain which coursed through his body. they still hurt, but he wouldn’t tell you that. not after you’d tried to help him, and almost getting in danger yourself.

he’d sworn to himself he wouldn’t let you get hurt. not by those bats, not by anything. if it were you who was hurt, he wouldn’t know what to with himself.

so he holds you in his arms, as an expression of both gratitude and happiness. grateful for all of your help, and happiness for still being able to hold you.

—

“you okay? does it hurt?” you whisper to him, as you walk through the woods of the upside down.

“been better, but i’m good. good that you’re here with me. thank you, i appreciate you. so lucky to have an angel like you.” you have to look away, to avoid being teased for the redness of your face.

“aww how cute. you guys are just so— bleh! get a room. [Y/L/N] you’re walkin’ with me, can’t stand to hear you getting all goo goo on us harrington.” eddie says, stumbling behind you both and pulling you away.

“you guys can walk together afterwards! pinky promise.” he adds, before stealing you away and linking his arm over your shoulders.

you understood why he’d done it. i mean if he didn’t, you’d probably go crazy with overthinking about how steve is. yet, being separated didn’t stop you. of course you’re going to be worried, you loved him. he didn’t know it, but you were so in love with him. after watching him go through that battle with the bats, you knew you had to tell him. the risk of loosing him was something you weren’t willing to take.

“hey, princess? eyes up. what’re you thinking about in that noggin’ of yours? hmm?” eddie interrupts your trail of thoughts (thankfully) with a waving hand and a few whistles in between his sentences, tapping his finger onto your skull as he speaks.

“huh? yeah. uhm i’m just… thinking? i guess? sorry if i scared you.” you’d settled on your answer, reluctant to reveal the truth.

“thinking about how much you love your hunky boyfriend over there? you’ve got heart eyes, doll.” whatever heart eyes he was referring to had been filled with instant panic and worry. eddie has been your best friend for years, of course he could tell you were in love. he’d slowed his walk and held your face, guiding it towards steve and pointing towards him.

slapping his hand down, you whisper shout “will you shhhhh!” and cover his hand with your mouth. “okay, so what if i was? i mean i totally am, have you seen him? i’m so head over heels, and him being attacked by those… things, made me realise it even more. what do i do, eds? like seriously, what if he doesn’t even love me back. that’d just be—”

“oh you’ve got it bad. so, so bad. jus’ tell him, [Y/N]. you think he doesn’t love you back? have you seen the way he looks at you. lovesick puppy dog eyes, i’m telling ya. just go for it, i’m behind you always princess. you know that.” the wild haired boy says, holding your shoulders and looking into your tear stained eyes. before he could process what you’re doing, you pull him into a hug.

“love you so much. you’re so helpful, thank you.”

little to your knowledge, robin and steve were having an almost identical conversation behind you, yet more aggressive. going something along the lines of:

“steve, get your head out of your ass and tell the girl you love her already! you look at her like you wanna marry her, and you literally kiss the ground she walks on. c’mon!”

“it’s true, steve. you can’t deny it.” nancy chimes in.

“what the— when did i ask you for advice? i’ll tell her when i’m ready, ‘kay? butt out of my love life and focus on your own. have you even spoke to vickie, robs?”

“ahh yes, deflection! your favourite tactic. yeah, i have actually. have you told [Y/N] how you feel about her? no! that’s more important right now.”

“yeah… sure. whatever” steve grumbles before walking forward towards you, seeing you and eddie hugging. you were just perfect.

he really is in deep, huh?

—

after everything that happened in the upside down, and you finally got out. you’d instantly grown even more worried about steve’s injuries. as he fell through the ‘gate’ in eddie’s trailer, his grunts of pain were of your main concern.

“hospital. we need to go to the hospital.”

“hospital? why? did something happen—“ dustin says, being interrupted almost instantly by your strained voice.

“hospital, henderson!”

“hey… hey, no i’m okay. stop worrying, honey.” steve retorted as he stood up to look down at you, hugging your waist. he knew the nickname made you melt, so he hoped it would help soothe you.

you hadn’t even realised your shaking hands until your boyfriend had interlocked your fingers. however, the comforting touch didn’t last long until he was ushered back towards the couch so his wounds could be attended to.

“eddie, look after her for me. don’t want her seeing me like this again.” steve whispered into eddie’s ear, earning a wink before he stepped backwards and guided you towards his room.

“he’s okay, promise. swear it on my life. you’re okay too, yeah? you’re both more than okay, perfect. you’re gonna look back at this and be like ‘hey! we were so in love, how did we not notice it back then!’” he says, deepening his voice to mock steve in an attempt to comfort you.

it worked.

your smile had comforted eddie too, but he wouldn’t tell you that. you were both speaking for a while until you’d heard a small knock on his door.

“hey, can i steal her?” steve had said, fingers twitching with one another.

“don’t let me stop you man, she’s all yours.” eddie replies, jumping up to leave you two in his room, not failing to send a wink and a thumbs up to clear any of your doubts.

“are you okay?” the nervous boy starts.

“am i okay? are you okay steve?! you got attacked by those freaky fucking bats, you were bleeding like crazy, limping in literal agony and you’re asking me—“

“babe. i’m fine, more than fine. i’m great. ‘kay? i’m worried about you, now.”

“i’m okay. you’re my main concern, don’t change the subject.” you hold his face to distract you from pacing back and forth around eddie’s small room. the smell of weed was enough to get you high itself.

“[Y/N], listen. seeing you like this… i hate it. i can’t tell you enough that i’m okay. i will heal with time, you don’t need to worry your pretty self about me.” he smooths a wrinkle between your eyebrows.

“of course i need to worry! i worry about you so much steve. it was really reckless of you to go in that water. really fucking reckless.” tears prick your eyes. “i don’t know what i’d do if i lost you. you can’t just… do that! you mean too much to me, i can’t just watch you throw it all away like that.

“i care about those kids, [Y/N]. i’m more than willing to do anything to save ‘em. you know what that vecna creep did to max, i can’t take another second of it. i know it was reckless babe… i’m sorry. but i don’t regret it.”

you step back and wipe your face, a small laugh leaving your lips.

“what’s funny?”

“this. this is funny steve, this fucking situation we’re in. it’s just unbelievable. i know you’d do anything to save them steve, i would too. but i— i fucking love you! so much. i don’t want to loose you…”

he stares at you, breathless.

“you…”

“sorry. i’m sorry, if you don’t feel the same—“

your speech is cut short by your lips interlocking with steve’s. a perfect mould of soft skin, moving against eachother slowly and pulling apart with a quiet ‘pop’.

“you drive me insane, [Y/N]. insane. i fucking love you too. so much. been waiting for you to say that for so long.”

you laugh against his lips, before pulling him back into meet his warmth again. you hear him whine into the kiss, it growing more sloppy and needy every second.

before you knew it, you were both blindly stumbling backwards and falling into the mound of cushions and pillows. both sets of lips never failing to disconnect as you both paw at each other’s bodies.

“guys! we’ve got a plan— holy shit! on my bed? you pervs, what’s wrong with you!” eddie bursts through the door, observing you laying on the bed with steve placed between your legs as you hold his face while he cups your breasts.

you both snap your heads in his direction, lips red and swollen before shouting in unison “eddie!”

“shit.” you sigh first.

“shit.” steve follows, sounding breathless.

“shit.” eddie sounds, too excited and his tone matching the smirk on his face. “sooo…”

“shut up, munson.”

[harringtonstilinski]

Watergate Pt.1 - Steve Harrington

Author: @stilinskiparker​ Characters: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader (eventually) Word Count: 1,933 Warnings: ST4 spoilers, angst, squint for fluff Smut: no | yes; Requested: Nope. A/N: Hi, friends!  This contains spoilers for S4, so if you haven’t watched it already, pls do not read. I didn’t want to have to split this into two different parts, but with the way I had this planned in my head really didn’t work. We don’t know how they’re gonna get out of the Gate until Vol2 releases in July. I’m so sorry!! BUT, I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

| current part | pt2

Panic. Pure panic. That’s all I felt as I watched my best friend dive into the water at Lover’s Lake. 

“What the hell is he doing?” I asked myself.

“Going for a swim, maybe?” Dustin said.

I looked at him, an unamused look on my face. “Not the time to be sarcastic. I mean, there’s a Gate down there! What if he gets sucked in?!”

Dustin grinned, which told me he knew something. Turning towards him a little, I said, “Spill it, twerp. I know you know something.”

“Oh, nothing,” he said, a grin still ever present on his face. “Just the fact that you like Steve.”

My mouth dropped open, not wanting to believe what I was hearing. Finally letting my brain catch up a little, I scoffed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

I looked back out at the water at hearing water splashing, seeing Steve hanging on the side of the boat. He was saying something to the other three older teens in the boat that I couldn’t make out.

Hearing cops, the four us ducked down behind a fallen tree branch. A few seconds went by before I faintly heard water splashing, and looked out towards the water, sighing in relief.

“Lover boy is fine, we’ve got bigger problems to worry about,” Dustin whispered.

Robin’s voice came through the walkie talkie, saying, “Dustin, you’re a goddamn Einstein! Steve found the gate–”

At the sound of her voice, I whispered to Dustin for him to turn it off. “We need a plan to lure the cops away from the lake.”

“We can’t let them find Eddie,” Lucas said.

“Follow me,” Max said. “Hey, officers! I found the killer!”

She started running before I whispered, “Maxine!” Grunting in frustration, I told the boys to follow, which they did. “She's gonna get us arrested.”

~~~

So, upon our little run through the woods, Dustin ended up tripping on some branches which resulted with the cops catching up to us… which also resulted in us getting transported back to the Wheeler’s house by said cops.

We were all in the living area with our parents, cops included, being interrogated. I was letting the kids take rein on this one. I wanted to see what lie they could come up with on the spot.

“What exactly were you all doing at the Lake?” Chief Powell asked.

I looked at the kids on the couch, smugly. 

Dustin started with, “It’s comp–” before Max stepped in and said, “We were just going for a walk.”

“A walk?” Callahan said. “At 9pm?”

“To the lake!” Dustin said, voice squealing. “We were gonna… take a little swim. Little night swim.”

“Oh, my god,” I sighed, quietly.

“Dusty,” Mom said. “Someone was just murdered out there.”

“We didn’t realize it until we got there,” I said, all eyes now on me. “That’s why I didn’t make them swim. I saw Dustin sneak out, so I followed him and these two out to the Lake.”

“Was Nancy with you at this night swim?” Mrs. Wheeler asked.

“We’re not sure. I mean, she could’ve been.”

“She was there,” Dustin said. “Then she left. It’s all a little confusing.”

“That’s when you guys came,” Lucas said.

“Then they dared me to say what I said,” Max said.

“I was there to make sure these twerps didn’t swim,” I added.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get shot,” Mr. Wheeler said.

“Have you had any contact with Eddie?” Chief Powell asked.

“That psycho freak killer?” I chuckled, crossing my arms. “You’re joking, right? Anyone who has ever had contact with that D&D playing nerd is bound for the nerd table at lunch.”

“That’s a bunch of bull,” Erica said, to which her parents said her name with a warning tone. “You realize they’re lying, right? The whole couch is on fire.” Her parents said her name again to which she replied, “Just the facts!”

“Girl, that is your catchphrase,” I said.

Mom looked between me and Dustin, asking, “Kids, are you two lying to these policemen?”

“Why would I lie?” I asked at the same time Dustin said, “No!” 

“Lying to the police is a crime,” Mr. Sinclair said.

“Just like running from a fight, and buying cigarettes,” Callahan said, looking at me.

“Oh, my god! That was two and a half years ago! I quit smoking,” I said, pausing at the end before saying, “Sort of.”

“Y/N/N,” Mom said, shocked.

“The fire is consuming us,” Erica said.

I walked away after Erica made her statement, the feeling in the room overwhelming me. I went to the kitchen and placed my hands on the island, hanging my head and taking deep breaths. My best friend should’ve been back now with information about the Gate.

“Come on, Steve,” I whispered to myself. “Where are you?”

~~~

“Why would they open up a gate at Lover’s Lake?” Erica asked.

I was sitting at the table in the dining room, head resting on my hand, listening to their conversation. When I heard someone mention the commies, I blocked out almost the rest of the conversation until Dustin said, “How did Watergate open up?”

I thought about it for a moment, picking my head up. “As far as we know, only two gates have opened up. One by El, and one by the commies. But it wasn’t either one this time, so…” I stopped my train of thought, not sure where I was going with it.

“There’s one thing we’ve never understood,” Dustin said, walking in my direction.

“Why Vecna’s killing people,” I said. “Like, what’s his motive killing teens? It just seems too random.”

“Too prosaic,” he said.

“Don’t get high and mighty with your vocabulary. Plus, how does the Mind Flayer fit into this?” Why I brought that up, I’m not sure.

“Maybe this is it,” Dustin said. “This is the answer.”

“You’re losing me,” I said. I followed them to stand by the stairs as Dustin said, “Just hear me out. How did El open the Mothergate?”

“With her mind?” I said.

“No, she contacted the Demogorgon,” Lucas said. 

“But, my sister is partially correct,” Dustin said. “Just like…?”

“Vecna when he casts his spells.”

“What if with each kill, he’s not simply killing them, but making a powerful psychic connection with his victims?”

Picking up on what Dustin was explaining, I added, “A connection powerful enough to rip a hole in the fabric of space and time. Therefore, opening more gates.”

Dustin looked at me and said, “Bingo.”

~~~

A little more conversation happened before we ended up back in the dining area, myself and the Sinclair siblings sitting at the table.

“How and why was there a gate at Lover’s Lake?” Dustin asked.

“I don’t know, Dusty,” I said, exasperated.

“Well, let’s analyze,” he said. “What do Vecna and Eleven have in common?” 

Once he started going about what they have in common, I looked off behind him at the lights, seeing a couple of them getting brighter. Thinking I was going insane, I thought nothing of it… until it happened again. 

I waited until it happened for a third time, noticing a pattern. Dustin stood in front of me, blocking my view. “Move, you little shit.” I stood up and said, “Since you’re talking about Vecna, he might be here. Or–” I watched the pattern more thoroughly. “S. O. S. Dusty, they’re using Morse Code!”

“They were stupid enough to go through Watergate,” Dustin said.

I instructed them to go get something with lights and to meet me in Nancy’s room. Once they came back, Dustin and I started placing the little Lite Brite pegs onto the board. Once that was done, Dustin told Lucas to plug it in before him and Erica came and kneeled behind us.

“You guys seeing this?” Dustin asked loudly.

The board got really bright, and I got really happy, Dustin and I laughing and hugging. 

“We’re not gonna move it, but we’re gonna unplug it,” I said. “Standby.”

“Yank it,” Dustin said, to which Lucas unplugged the device from the wall.

“Try it now, guys,” I said.

Line after line showed up, the letters H and I coming through the device. “HI. Oh, my god. Hi!”

I was so excited and happy to know that all my friends were alive that I had tears in my eyes.

“You guys, Y/N’s crying,” Dustin laughed.

“Shut up, I’m happy,” I said. 

The word STUCK came through next.

“They’re stuck in the Upside Down,” Lucas said.

“You can’t get back through Watergate?” Dustin asked.

It was a few seconds before another message came through. GUARDED.

“Watergate’s guarded,” I said. “Damn it.”

“We have a theory to help with that,” Dustin said. 

“Watergate isn’t the only gate,” I said. “There’s a gate at every murder site.” A question mark came through. “Seriously? You all are my age! Use your brains! Go to Eddie’s trailer! Get on the bikes and go to Eddie’s!” I looked at the kids and said, “Come on!”

“Wait, there’s six of us, but only four bikes,” Lucas said.

“Someone can ride with me or you, but we have to get there fast. If we leave right now, we’ll be there at the same time.”

We went downstairs, seeing Max and motioning for her to come with us. Quietly exiting the garage with our bikes, we started to pass the cars before one of the cops shouted at us. Erica punched holes in the tires of their vehicles as four of us rode off on our bikes, Erica riding with Lucas.

~~~

“This shit has to work,” I said, grabbing a broom. 

“Just hit it hard enough to break it open,” Dustin said. “Break it!”

I grunted in frustration while sending the end of the broom upwards into the Gate that was created at Chrissy’s murder site.

When I tell you it felt like I was high on weed, it felt like I was high on weed. We were looking up into the Gate, as the other four… looked up into the Gate.

“God, this is trippy,” I muttered. I smiled, though, when I saw Steve. “Oh, my god, hi!”

“Bada-bada-boom!” Dustin said.

“Never ever say that again,” I said, looking back down at my brother. “Okay, uhm, get some sheets.”

“Why?” Max asked.

“We’re gonna tie them together and hope that the physics on this works, and also get a mattress.”

“Again, why?” 

“For safe landing.”

We all quietly got to work on finding sheets and a mattress. As I tied the last sheet together, I had Dustin help me carry it the two feet to the Gate. We looked at each other and said, “Here goes nothing,” before we both launched the sheets up in the Gate.

Physics was apparently on our side today because it totally worked! I clapped and said, “Yes!” before Robin grabbed their end and started pulling herself up… and then dropped down onto the mattress.

“That was fun,” she said. She got up and immediately hugged me. 

“Oh, my god!” I exclaimed. “You’re okay. You’re alive!” I looked up and asked, “Who’s next?”

My question was answered at seeing Eddie grab the sheets, pulling himself up and dropping onto our landing pad. “She’s right. That was fun.”

I looked back up at Nancy and Steve, seeing her unmoving. Steve placed his hands on her shoulders, saying her name and shaking her exactly like he did with Max at the cemetery. “Shit.”

“What?” everyone on this side asked. 

“She’s in a trance. Nancy’s in a trance! Vecna has Nancy!”

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[eddievanhammettmunson]

Cops and Crushes

Eddie Munson x female cop reader

Authors note- Hello fellow humans. I’m back with an Eddie x reader one shot. I just wanted to say thank you to @brighteyedbushybrowed for their input on this <3

Warnings- 18++ MINORS DNI I MEAN IT PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. Foul language, violence, lots of mentions of police, cops, handcuffs so just uh be aware of that. Smut, praise kink specifically babes. Handcuffs again wink wink. Uhhhhh I think that’s it but don’t hesitate to let me know if I missed one.

Summary- you thought being a cop would be a satisfying job to help the community. But when you finally realize it’s not what you wanted someone gives you the final push that makes you take the step to leave. 11.7k words

Tick,tick,tick

Tick,tick,tick

Looking at the clock was becoming agonizing. You can’t wait for your shift to be over so you can leave. What turns your attention away from the clock is the loud thud as a bunch of files and paperwork are dropped onto your desk. You look up to see Officer Callahan above you.

“Figured you could use something to do since you looked a bit bored. Mind sorting all that for me?” He didn’t wait for your response as he walked away.

This is total bullshit. You thought to yourself as you began to organize and work through the pile of work that had been dropped on you. Each officer was supposed to be in charge of their own files so it irked you that you. The only female officer. Gets none of the field work but gets stuck with everyone’s paperwork.

You wanted to say something. Tell these assholes that you’re just as much a cop as they are and you’re not some personal secretary. But you didn’t. Don’t get me wrong you were grateful the chief was willing to let you on the force at all and you didn’t want to jeopardize that. But this was humiliating. Working with a team of men that you knew had no respect for you as a fellow cop.

You knew Hopper let you on the force cause he saw how good you were with weapons and bad situations when you guys were in the upside down. But ever since you joined the force he only let you respond to mild calls. Like “oh my neighbor annoyed me and I’d like to file a complaint” kind of calls. That or you just stayed at the station all day filling out statements from people the other officers would bring in. You were tired of it.

You joined the force so you could help protect the town after everything you’ve seen. But sitting here organizing files and never getting to leave your desk doesn’t feel like protecting. You turn towards the clock that finally reads 6:30 and you begin gathering your things to leave. That is until Jim Hopper steps out of his office.

“Sorry guys, we just got a call. I need Powell and Callahan. Now.”

Since he didn’t say your name you continue packing up to leave since clearly you weren’t being invited to whatever call they received. Hopper walks closer to your desk however and you pause.

“Y/l/n. You mind staying behind a few extra hours tonight since we have a call to respond to? It’ll probably only be a couple hours and you’ll get some over time?”

You scoff slightly without meaning to and your words come out angry.

“So I sit here and take calls. Am I actually allowed to go out and respond to any of them this time?”

Hopper immediately caught on to what you meant. Although he didn’t appreciate the attitude, he didn’t have time to talk to you right now so he kept his answer brief but threw in a bit of snark to match yours.

“Yes. You can respond to them”

And with that you watched the other three officers make their way out of the station and you sat back in your chair prepared for a calm evening and some overtime.

You watch as the clock ticks closer to 9 pm. Not a single call has come in tonight.Not much happens in a town like Hawkins outside of the inter dimensional wars and shit apparently. Finally out of boredom you begin to work on some writing. Originally back in the day before you lost your best friend to one of those creatures, you had dreams of being a writer. You were pretty good at it too but figured it could never possibly go anywhere and after losing your friend, all you wanted to do was protect and help others.

Really getting into your writing and beginning to lose track of time you’re completely startled by the phone ringing on your desk and you quickly check the time. 10 pm. Maybe it’s Hopper and the guys calling the station.

You answer the phone and for the first time all night you’re actually excited. A woman was reporting a noise complaint in the parking lot of some bar but as she reported the noise complaint she said to hurry to the location as a full blown brawl had broken out.

Taking down the address and quickly running out the door you get in your car and head for the brawl. Upon arrival you’re met with quite the site at the bar. You’ve been here before only a couple of times but you know The Hideout is always full of angry drunks. From your car you can’t quite see what exactly is going on except for a bunch of drunkards in a circle watching the fight. So to give everyone a quick scare you turn on the lights and sirens briefly and the crowd disperses. Some people just straight up running and others slowly making their way back into the bar.

And that’s when you see it. The Hawkins high basketball team beating the absolute shit out of the town “freaks”. The sirens obviously didn’t seem to scare the basketball team much if at all. So you turn them on again and drive right up to fight. You take out your radio and say over the speaker.

“That’s enough. Break it up boys”

You see Jason Carver stand up straight over the metal head he’s been beating. You step out of the vehicle and make your way over to him.

“Mr Carver. You wanna explain to me why your team is beating these boys up in a parking lot in the middle of the night?”

Jason dropped the collar of the freak and turned to you. Deciding to try and charm you.

“Well good evening officer. My my you sure do look familiar. Have we met before?”

“I asked you a question Mr Carver”

You actually did know Jason. A few years back at a party he kept trying to flirt with you while he was drunk and you pushed him into a plant. Obviously he didn’t remember that as well as you did.

“Well you see, officer. My team and I here were just out trying to enjoy our evening here at the Hideout. When these freaks show up and start trying to play their cult music”

You pause and take a look at the band bloodied on the ground. Recognizing the boys. You remember them from highschool in their hellfire club. You always felt bad how people treated them and suffice to say nothing changed.

“It’s a free country Mr Carver. If the bar says corroded coffin can play their music in that bar then that means you take your clientele elsewhere if you don’t like it. You don’t assault the band. And that is assault Mr Carver so I’m afraid I will be bringing you to the station”

Everyone looked surprised. Jason Carver was certainly surprised. Arresting the captain of the Hawkins high basketball team? How dare you. And the bloodied band on the ground also looked surprised. Nobody ever takes their side. Why are you? And taking their side to the point of arresting the basketball team? They’re scared of how this is gonna work out for you.

“Well officer i do apologize for my behavior but I don’t believe you’ll be arresting me tonight”

You were already grabbing your taser as the air between you and Jason became quite tense. You knew he was thinking something but you couldn’t quite tell what. That is until he gave a slight nod and the other 2 basketball players dropped their victims and began running. Jason quickly shoved you back hard and began running. A pair of hands caught you from hitting the ground but you didn’t have time to thank them you just quickly got back to your feet and began the pursuit.

You heard footsteps running behind you and turned quickly to see one of the boys who got his ass beat was running along with you. You were hot on Jason’s trail as he didn’t have time to get as far away as the other two and you managed to yank him down from a fence he was attempting to climb.

However as you yanked him down from the fence he came crashing down on you and then he attempted to keep running. That is until Jason Carver's nose was met by a brutal fist. You could hear the crack of the rings on his fist meeting Jason’s face. And when Jason hit the ground you watched the metal head climb on top of him and start beating him.

You had to physically pull the metal head off of Jason. You put Jason in handcuffs first and brought him back to the squad car. You were making your way round to the front of the squad car to begin heading back to the station until Jason decided to open his mouth.

“Oh so I get arrested for beating the freak but when the freak beats me he gets off Scott free?”

Shit. You had no intention of arresting the other boy until Jason said that. But you knew if you didn’t then Jason would definitely be the kind to say something to someone who would complain. So you walk back across the parking lot to the bloodied boy sitting on the curb. Who upon seeing you stands up and turns around with his arms already behind his back.

“I can cuff your hands in the front. If you want. It’d probably be more comfortable that way?”

The boy slowly turned around and looked at you with confusion but brought his hands around to the front. This wasn’t his first arrest; hell probably wasn’t even his fifth. But it was his first arrest where an officer actually took his side and was nice to him. Why are you being so nice to him?

You silently put him in the squad car next to Jason and drove silently to the station with them. Upon your arrival you brought in the boys and began processing Jason Carver. For the metal head on the other hand you brought him back to your desk and sat him there. In the middle of processing Jason however, officer Callahan walked into the station.

Officer Callahan observed you booking and processing Mr Carver and pulled you to the side. “Y/n what the hell are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious Callahan? I’m doing my job?”

“No I mean what the hell are you doing arresting Jason Carver. He’s the Hawkins high basketball captain”

“Officer Callahan I’m very aware of who Mr Carver is. I’m afraid his basketball status doesn’t make him exempt from the law. Especially after assault and assault of an officer”

“Y/n I don’t care. He is the town prince. We can’t just arrest him. The town will go into an uproar if he’s kicked off of the basketball team and that will all come back to this station.”

“Who cares? It’s a basketball game and I’m pretty sure assault is worse than having to replace a team captain”

Officer Callahan glanced over your shoulder towards your desk to see Jason’s victim and immediately scoffed. “You're arresting him for the assault on him? No, absolutely not. You go handle him and go home. I’ll be letting Mr Carver go.”

“No the hell you are not. You can’t release my arrest Callahan”

“No y/n I’m not “releasing” him. I’m letting him go and getting rid of any evidence you did this in the first place. You should thank me here I’m practically saving your job”

Before you could even speak Callahan was already walking over to Jason and taking the handcuffs off and guiding him to the station door. You had a lump in your throat and you almost wanted to cry. What blatant disrespect towards you. Choosing to swallow back your emotions you watch Callahan head towards his own car as he seems to be taking Jason home. Jason sees you through the window and gives you a smirk paired with a little wave. What an asshole.

Turning to face away from the windows you turn your attention back to your desk and more importantly the person sitting at your desk.

“Quite the night you’ve had Mr Munson”

His eyes shot up from his hands that he’d been studying. And looked towards you. He assumed since Jason was being let go that it was his turn to be booked and processed but as he began to stand up you put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Where ya headed Munson?”

“Oh I just thought it was my turn”

You began to laugh as you rummaged through one of your desk drawers. You pulled out a box and a key. You quickly used the key, you released the handcuffs around his wrists and threw them on the table. Next you opened the box to a bunch of first aid supplies.

The boy looked at you in surprise and confusion.

“So I’m not being arrested? No booking? No processing? No charges?”

You take his face in your hands and tilt it up towards you as you gently begin to dab the blood from his nose and lips.

“I mean I could. I didn’t have any intention to and I really don’t want to do the paperwork for it but if that’s your idea of a good time I always could”

That finally got a chuckle out of him and a wince as your hand brushed his nose. He watched as you worked to patch him up as best you could, working gently so as not to cause him any pain. He was grateful you were being so gentle with him.

“You know sarge. I actually remember you from Hawkins”

“Oh do you now?”

“Yeah. You were always pretty quiet and you hung around those girls. Uhhh what’s her name? Wheeler's sister?”

“Oh you mean Nancy?”

“Yeah her! And her redhead friend. The one who…”

He didn’t finish that sentence. Seeing you tense up and ease off of cleaning him up a bit he could tell just bringing it up had struck a nerve.

Turning your attention from his face to his hands you take his right hand into yours and begin gently cleaning the cuts on his knuckles.

“You know Munson, I actually remember you from high school too. And your band. You were all in that hellfire club together”

“You can just call me Eddie, you know. Munson’s more my dads title than it is mine”

You actually knew of Eddie’s father. Everyone at the station did. Although you’d never seen or met Eddie’s dad you knew he used to be a regular in this station before getting hauled off to prison. You had no intention of telling Eddie you knew this however as he probably didn’t want to relive that.

As you turned his hands over in yours he couldn’t help but stare up at your face. And see how gentle you were being with him. How nice you’d been to him tonight. And he couldn’t help but question as to why.

“How are you feeling Eddie? Your hands look pretty well patched up but how’s the head doing”

Eddie quickly began to take part in some over dramatic theatrics as he put his hand to his head and began swaying heavily as he spoke.

“I-I just don’t know doc. I don’t think I’m gonna make it this time”

He hadn’t expected you to jump up and begin playing back with him. But you did. And the smile that was plastered on his face definitely hurt but he didn’t care.

“Oh no you poor thing. Whatever can I do to make it better, oh poor patient, how can I save thee” you put your hand over your heart and said it in the most dramatic voice you could.

“I don’t know doc I think you’d need to kiss it to make it better” he doesn’t know what prompted him to say it. But he doesn’t regret it in the slightest until he sees you freeze.

You hadn’t expected him to say that in the slightest. But you couldn’t help but think about it. I mean the boy was attractive you couldn’t help but notice that. And something about him was just so charming. So you decided to lean down and gently brush the hair out of his face before placing your lips to the cut on his forehead and letting your lips linger there for just a second.

You lean back and observe his reaction which is him staring up at you with his big brown eyes and now his very deep red cheeks. He’s hoping you can’t see the blush with the bruises on his cheeks but you can. So you stand up straight and clap your hands together once in an attempt to clear any tension.

“Well. Eddie. I think you’re pretty much patched up here. I could give you a ride home or back to the hideout if you’d prefer”

This gets Eddie back to reality. He tells you he’d prefer to be dropped off at the hideout because all of his stuff including his Van is still there. And as you head to walk out of the station Eddie looks down at your desk to the pair of handcuffs and key you’d arrested him with, and slips them into his pocket as he follows you out. You pretend not to notice.

As you pull into the parking lot of The Hideout Eddie directs you to where his van is parked. Upon getting closer you hear Eddie release an exasperated sigh and he begins to get out the car before you’ve even come to a complete stop. You watch as he runs up to his van.

“Baby! Baby no what’d they do to you”

As you walk toward him and the van you can’t help but notice the 4 slashed completely flat tires. Assuming it was done by the other basketball players who fled the scene. You walk back to your squad car and pull out a Polaroid camera you happen to own. You begin taking pictures of the damage to his van and then you walk over to Eddie who is already staring at you confused.

“Do you mind if I snap a few pictures of your face?”

“Uh not at all sarge but I’m not exactly looking my best right now?”

“That’s the point Eddie. Callahan may have let Jason go but these basketball players can’t keep getting away with this. I’m gonna gather evidence and show it to the chief”

Eddie began fidgeting with the rings on his hands and looked at the ground, sighing.

“Look sweetheart, that's real sweet of you to try but really you don’t have to. I saw the way that asshole took your case from you and I just don’t want you sticking your neck out there for the town freak you know. I just don’t think anyones going to want to back you up on this”

You thought about it for a moment. Eddie had a point but you didn’t care. You got treated like shit at your job anyways. You became a cop to help people and you’ll be damned if you don’t at least try to help Eddie. So you lift up the camera and begin to take his photo anyways and he allows you to.

“Hey uh sarge? I was wondering if the offer to drive me home still stands. I would drive myself really but uh-“

“Yeah Eddie of course I’ll drive you home just grab whatever you need from the van and I’ll give you a lift”

You watched as he grabbed his guitar case and headed back to the squad car and you finished taking your photos. You decided to head into the hideout where you found the rest of Eddie’s band packing up their instruments from their set. They looked pretty nervous upon seeing you and thought you might be there to arrest them until you asked for their photographs. The boys all agreed and you thanked them and said goodnight.

Heading back to the squad car you begin to drive Eddie home per his instructions. As you pull up to his trailer in the park and he begins to get out you put a gentle hand on his arm and stop him.

“You know Eddie…I just want to say I’m sorry”

“Sarge what could you possibly be sorry for. All you’ve done all night is help me”

“I know Eddie but I’m sorry that I need to help you. I’m sorry people put you through this. You really don’t deserve this and I hope you know that”

Eddie squeezed the hand that rested on his arm and squeaked out a quiet thank you as he gathered his guitar and headed up to his trailer. Upon walking inside he was greeted by Wayne.

“Eddie do you mind explaining to me why you were just dropped off by police”

“Well Wayne I think I got arrested by the love of my life”

***

Waking up extra early Monday morning you decide to head into the station at 6 am as opposed to 8 am. Hoping to beat officer Callahan there. Luckily you do and the station is almost empty. You head to Hopper's office and lay out all your evidence. All the photos and even the report you’d begin writing before Callahan let Jason go.

You sat in Hopper's office for hours and of course he’s late today. Luckily still no Callahan but when Hopper walks in the door to his office to see you he doesn’t look happy.

“If this is about what Callahan told me what happened with Carver last night I don’t want to hear it y/n”

“Oh okay, Hopper. Do you mind telling me what exactly Callahan told you happened last night”

“He said that Jason Carver was arrested by you after he was playing around with his teammates in some parking lot”

You scoff. Of course that’s what Callahan said.

You’re so angry that all you do is slap the file of evidence you’d created last night onto Hoppers desk.

The file included offenses from last night and accounts of other charges against Jason and his friends that had been previously dropped unbeknownst to Hopper. Upon just opening the file he seemed surprised.

“Yeah Hop. That definitely looks like some kids just rough housing with teammates to me”

He looked up over the file and you could read the guilt on his face. You left him in his office with the file and an hour later when Callahan arrived you watched Hopper call Callahan into his office. You couldn’t quite make out the words but there was definitely plenty of screaming on Hopper's part.

When Hopper stepped out of his office and Callahan went and sat down at his desk you waited for the announcement.

“Y/l/n, Powell, you’re with me. Let’s go”

You didn’t question it. Instead you just hopped up from your chair and walked out of the station behind Hopper, making sure not to pay officer Callahan any mind. You got into Hopper's truck and he began driving. About halfway through the drive Hopper turned his radio down.

“I wanted to….apologize. I wasn’t aware of how much Mr Carver and his friends were getting away with and I wanted to say good job on bringing this to my attention”

He sounded very formal with you and you could tell he was trying really hard admitting he was wrong. So you decided to accept his apology anyway.

“Does this mean I’ll get to do more than just paperwork”

“Actually…” oh god what was he going to say now. Hadn’t you just proved yourself at all?

“Actually I was looking at that file you created for me. It was really well put together and you’d done quite a bit of research for it. Was wondering if you’d want to take the lead on some more detective type cases with me. Of course I’d still let you take calls and get in on the action but I mean it. Just think about it okay?”

So you did think about it. The rest of the drive. Detective work. Is this really what you wanted to do? As you pulled up to Hawkins high you realized what was happening. Hopper led the way into the school principals office while you and Powell waited just outside. You could hear the principal growing angry at the thought of his star basketball players being arrested and having charges pressed but Hopper wasn’t backing down.

So you, Hopper, and officer Powell made your way into the Hawkins high cafeteria and made your way over to the jock table where Jason and his friends sat. Upon seeing you and not officer Callahan you could see Jason growing concerned. Hopper was the one to put Jason in handcuffs and you and Powell took Andy and Chance in handcuffs. As you were taking them out of the cafeteria you looked in the direction of the hellfire table and saw Eddie staring at you intensely. You flashed him a quick smile as you continued out to the car where you loaded the boys into the back.

Callahan was right about the town being angry over the boys being arrested. But luckily you had a friend you could call. You wrote out a story using the evidence you’d gathered against the basketball team and sent the story to your friend Nancy at the Hawkins post and asked her if she could run it in the paper.

She did. When the story hit the town about Jason and all his friends' activities they found themselves on the end of some harsh town criticism. The first was when you heard that they’d all been kicked off of the team and Jason’s parents were forcing him to pay for the damage he’s caused to Eddie’s van.

When you heard Eddie’s van was going to get fixed you couldn’t get Eddie off of your mind. So when the clock struck 6:30 that day you changed out of your uniform and made your way over to the trailer park. Upon knocking on the door, you were met by the sight of Eddie’s uncle who didn’t look all that happy to see the cop car parked in front of his trailer. Wayne released a heavy sigh.

“What do you think Eddie did now?”

Confusion riddled your face and you realized he must think you’re here to arrest his nephew.

“Oh god no. No sorry Mr Munson. I’m just here to visit Eddie. See no badge. I’m off the clock”

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow and called through the trailer.

“EDDIE SOME COP IS HERE TO SEE YOU”

Wayne left the door open yet you didn’t step inside. You didn’t want to feel like you were intruding. Suddenly Eddie appeared at the door and he looked very happy to see you.

“Hey sarge! I didn’t think you’d be stopping by. To what do I owe the pleasure”

“I heard Jason Carver was supposed to pay to fix up your van. Just wanted to stop by and make sure he kept his word”

Eddie stepped out of the trailer and closed the door behind him. Walking around his trailer to the other side and moving around his uncle's truck you could see his van parked. And when you got closer you saw four brand new tires and it even looked like the van had gone through a car wash.

“Ain’t she a beaut”

“She sure is. Bet she feels a lot better without four slashed tires”

You walked around the van examining it and Eddie stood towards the trailer examining you.

“Hey sarge?”

“Yeah what’s up?”

“I just wanted to say thanks. For sticking up for me and defending me when nobody else did”

“Anytime Eddie really. Like I said you don’t deserve the way these people treat you”

You began to walk back to your squad car and Eddie began to grow sad. He didn’t want this to be the last time he got to interact with you and he was desperately looking for an excuse to get to know you.

“Hey sarge?”

You turned around and looked at him expecting him to continue.

“I was wondering if you maybe…wanted to come inside? Hangout for a bit?”

You thought on it for a moment. Sure why the hell not. It’s not like you had anything better to do tonight anyways. You agreed and followed Eddie into his trailer. As soon as you step through the door you’re hit with the smell of weed and drugs and you begin to laugh.

“What’s so funny sarge?”

You begin to laugh even harder. Barely breathing as you force the words out.

“Did you seriously invite a cop into your trailer when you’ve been smoking weed in here”

Shit. He hadn’t even thought about that. He was just so desperate for you not to leave that he completely forgot that a lot of stuff in his trailer isn’t even legal. He turned to you wide eyed and nervous. You took notice and immediately tried to calm him.

“Oh relax I’m not here to bust you Jesus breathe Eddie. Plus I’m off the clock anyways. Right now I’m just Y/n Y/l/n. Civilian”

Eddie had a feeling no matter what he did around you or even when he did it for that matter. So he was pretty sure that you wouldn’t arrest him. Deciding to test the waters he makes you an offer.

“So does the civilian maybe want to? Partake? In some smoking perhaps. Maybe a movie as well”

You had smoked weed pretty much all throughout highschool and especially after Nancy started dating Steve. Steve always had access to weed and he was always nice about helping you get weed.

“I dare say the civilian does partake in such activities” Eddie pretended to be shocked and taken aback. You sat on the couch and he went further back into the trailer and came out holding a baggie and some movie options.

You put on this movie called Nightmare on Elm Street. One of your favorites and you began to get stoned.

You were pretty lost in the movie when you felt a tap on your hand that was resting on the couch and you turned to face Eddie.

“Hey sarge? I got a question?”

You turn to look at him and mumble out a low hmm?

“Why are you a cop? I mean no offense here cause you are a pretty great cop and definitely the nicest cop I’ve ever met. But I don’t know. You just don’t seem like the type. And it just doesn’t seem like you enjoy it. I saw how that guy treated you and I can’t imagine how they must treat you everyday”

You thought on it for a moment. You knew exactly why you became a cop but Eddie did have a point. You didn’t enjoy it. You were glad you’d helped Eddie but even in doing that it didn’t bring you the satisfaction you were looking for. Thinking back to Hopper's offer to do more detective work as well had you questioning if this is what you really wanted.

“Well Eddie. I became a cop to protect people after….well after I lost my friend. I enjoy helping people and it was a lot of fun helping you but..”

“But…?”

As you went to continue talking you were startled by the sound of the refrigerator opening. You hadn’t even realized Wayne was in the room with you guys now. When did he come out of his room? He looked toward the two of you and laughed.

“Only my nephew could manage to get high with a cop on the couch” you laughed with Wayne and asked if he wanted to join the two of you to which he politely declined. But he did offer to stay there for the night if you were too high to drive home. You declined and looked at the time seeing that it was almost 11 pm and you had to be at the station by 8 am tomorrow.

“Sorry Eddie I should really get going”

You could see the disappointment on his face and decided to make him an offer.

“Tell you what though Eddie how about I leave you my number and you can give me a call if you want to hangout again” he nodded his head yes and quickly found a pen and paper for you to write your number on.

As Eddie watched you drive away from his trailer he almost wanted to use the number you gave him and call immediately. Just wanting you to come back.

The next morning as you walk into the station and get to your desk you’re met with a note from Hopper and a list of errands he wants you to run. Apparently what he meant when he said more detective work was more errands that his secretary could be doing.

1.pick up new shirt in 3 XL preferred Hawaiian theme.

2.pick up breakfast donuts

3.pick up coffee 2 black 1 with 4 half and half creams

4.pick up file dividers

So you head out of the station and decide to leave the food for last. Picking up Hopper's shirt and the file dividers. As you walked past the Hawkins post you decided to stop in and see your friend Nancy. Ever since she managed to become head of the paper you couldn’t help but be a bit jealous that she’d made it.

“Y/n!! It’s so good to see you. What are you doing here?”

“Hey Nancy! Just running some errands for the station you know. Decided I’d stop in and see how you were doing”

Standing there talking with Nancy you get a bit lost in time. Looking at all the articles she was putting together for the paper and all the writings and what not splayed out across the room. The jealousy inside you began to fester a bit but you decided to force it down.

“You know that article you sent me for the paper about those basketball players was really good. The photos you sent over too had Jonathan a bit jealous”

“Really? Ha thanks Nance”

“I mean it y/n it was really good…you know I've needed another writer at the table and if you're interested? I’d love to have you”

Nancy’s words brought you so much joy and hope. But you couldn’t just pack up and leave the station after working all this way to get there? Could you? Nancy could see the wheels turning in your head.

“Don’t worry y/n I don’t need an answer right now….but just…think about it okay. I just think you have more potential that would be beneficial here…and I know how it feels to not be respected at what you do. But I promise you’ll be respected here. Anyways like I said just think about it okay?”

As you walk out of the Hawkins post and begin speed walking to the donut shop after realizing how much time you’d spent with Nancy, your thoughts clouded you so when you walk into the shop and bump into somebody you’re quick to apologize.

“So sorry I’m in a bit of a ru-oh hi Eddie?”

There was Eddie Munson. Standing in the door of the Donut shop holding onto a small bag and a cup of coffee.

“Hey sarge. Didn’t mean to bump into ya there. What’s got you all frazzled?”

“Running late on some errands for the station. Gotta get the boys donuts and coffee”

“No offense sarge but isn’t that usually like a receptionist job? Or like a secretary or something? Just not normally another officer?”

You clench your jaw and try to keep a smile on your face. It was a little humiliating because everything Eddie said was right and you knew it.

“Oh yeah you know how it is at the station…busy days and short staffing so sometimes we gotta pick up the grunt work” you cringed internally at how bad the defense was. Eddie could read it all over your face and decided to drop it. He knew you probably hate your job but he didn’t want to rub salt in the wound by making you talk about it.

“Anyways I’ve really gotta get going you know how it is” you walk by him quickly and hear the door chime as he leaves. God that was humiliating. It makes you consider Nancy’s offer even more. Grabbing the donuts and coffees and heading back into the station.

Everyone watches you make multiple trips from your car into the station without offering you any assistance and as you leave the shirt and dividers in Hopper's office all he offers is a slight thanks. Not even glancing up at you from the files on his desk.

You return back to your desk and sit down just in time to hear Callahan talking shit about you to Florence saying that she should have run the errands because you’re not even competent enough to get back within the hour.

Callahan notices you in the room and walks over to your desk.

“I requested 4 half and half creams in my coffee. This doesn’t taste like that”

Without looking up at him you hand him the receipt that says the order on it.

“You have a problem with it Callahan you take it up with the coffee shop. Or instead of having me or Florence get your coffee you could be a real man and do something for yourself for once” you said it loud enough to earn chuckles from both Powell and Florence and you watched as Callahan walked back to his desk and sat down with a huff.

Around 4 Callahan took a call and went out and you decided since he left you might as well ask to leave early and head out for the day to clear your head. Going to Hopper and saying you had to leave early due to lady problems and he agreed. It was a slow day anyways so you hadn’t been doing much anyways.

As you got in your car you just started driving. Deciding to just take a drive. You don’t even know how you got there but your car is sitting outside of Eddie’s trailer. Once you realize you’ve driven here you debate on whether or not you should go knock. After all, you'd given him your number and he hadn’t called you. So maybe he wouldn’t like you turning up to his trailer like this.

As you sat there with your hands on the steering wheel debating you hadn’t even realized Eddie came out of his trailer and walked up to your window until you heard the tapping on your window. He wasn’t expecting you to jump the way you did when he tapped on the window cause he figured you’d see him walk up to the car but you looked pretty zoned out.

You rolled down the window slowly and held your hand up to shield your eyes from the evening sun as you looked up at him.

“Hey sarge. You look a little spaced out. Are you okay there?”

You turn back to face the steering wheel and chuckle a bit.

“Is it weird if I say I honestly have no idea how I ended up here?”

Eddie shifts into his best cop pose and pretends to push some sunglasses up his nose.

“Ma’am have you had any alcohol this evening?”

You decide to play along.

“Why no officer I swear….except for those 12 long islands I had an hour ago?”

He chuckles as he takes the handle of your door and opens it.

“Alright ma’am I’m gonna need you to step out of the vehicle for me”

You do as he says and step out of your car but he doesn’t stop there.

“Alright I’m gonna need you to recite the alphabet backwards for me ma’am”

You do your absolute worst and just throw out random jumbles of letters.

“Alright ma’am can you touch the tip of your finger to your nose for me”

You pretend to stumble a bit and touch your finger to your eye instead.

“Alright ma’am I’m afraid you’re not fit to drive. I'm afraid I’ll have to take you inside. I’ll have to search you first before we go in. Make sure you’re not hiding any weapons or paraphernalia from me”

Still playing along you lift your hands up and slightly part your legs to allow the search. Eddie leans forward and lightly begins to pat you down. Not nearly as invasive as you would normally be while searching someone. But you still can’t help the blush that creeps on your face as his hands trace over your arms. As he bends down and pats your legs you begin to even feel a little tingly. And when he grabs your thighs slightly a feeling in your stomach begins to twist. He comes back up standing much closer to your face now and he has a slight smile.

“You’re all clear to head in ma’am”

He follows you into the trailer, closing the door behind the two of you as you go in. You make your way over to the couch and sit down. Eddie offers you some water to which you decline but he brings it over anyways and sets it on the table next to you.

Eddie sits down next to you on the couch and lights a joint that he offers you. You take it out of his hand with a sort of desperation that Eddie notices. Figuring you must have had a bad day. After you two smoke a bit and you’re high, Eddie decides you might just be ready to open up a bit.

“Sooooo sarge. Why were you just sitting outside my trailer earlier? You feelin okay?”

Your head has been swimming with thoughts of your job ever since you left work today. You can’t help but think about it so you open the floodgates slightly.

“Eddie…what did you mean when you said I didn’t seem like the type?”

“What?”

“Last time I was here….you said I didn’t seem like the type to be a cop. Like I didn’t enjoy it. What makes you say that?”

Eddie sighed heavily and took a hit from the joint you two had been sharing. He was deep in thought for a moment before he finally exhaled and began to speak.

“Just every time I’ve seen you working. It’s clear that you put everything into whatever you do but you just don’t seem happy. Like you’d rather be doing something else..”

This time it was you who sighed as you took the joint from him and took a hit.

“I just want to help people…thought this was the best way to do that”

Eddie laughed and you held the joint out to him and he took it. He placed it in his other hand and took a hit and used his free hand to grab yours. As he held it he made sure to look at you. Leaning in slightly against the couch cushions.

"Babe no offence but even retail workers do more to help people than the cops"

You let out a real loud genuine laugh that surprised him. He took note of it and knew he’d try and get you to laugh like that again later.

You took hold of his hand a little tighter and brought it closer to your face to examine his rings.

“I got another job offer actually….so I guess I’m actually thinking about leaving the station”

“What would the job be?”

“I’d be a writer. For the Hawkins post..” you didn’t release his hand but you reached across him to grab the joint and take another hit.

“Well that sounds great! I think you should do it. You always did have a knack for writing. If I remember correctly”

His remark made you pause. How could he know you liked writing?

“How did you know I liked writing?”

You looked at his face and he was clearly avoiding making eye contact with you and his cheeks looked a little rosier than they previously had.

“You uh-you wrote this short story once. It won this award at school and everything and they published it in the Hawkins high newsletter. I remember reading it. It was really good. I remember thinking “yeah I’d give someone an award for that””.

You gazed at him as he recounted reading the story you’d written. You remember it well. It was about this girl and the monsters she hunted. You’re surprised he remembered it at all but even more surprised that he remembered it this well. As he spoke you moved closer and placed the joint in his other hand and he moved to smoke it without stopping his story.

When he finished he turned to look at you on the sofa. Faces now only inches apart. Neither of you spoke as you looked into each other’s eyes. For how much you two had been smoking you both felt the most sober you’d felt in your entire lives as you looked at each other.

Sitting there staring at those big brown eyes so intensely you couldn’t help yourself. You leaned in so quickly and gave him a peck on the lips. Just ever so lightly. Before pulling away and staring at him with wide eyes that matched his own.

His face cracked into a bright smile as he leaned in and kissed you again. Cupping your face in his hands as he pulled you closer. You decided to push further as you swiped your tongue across his lips and he got the hint. The more you pushed your tongue into his mouth the harder it became for him to suppress his moans. When one finally slipped out you hummed back contempt.

You shuffled further across the couch and straddled his lap and his hands found their way to your waist keeping you steady. As you grind down on him causing him to groan, he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites. Causing you to moan and he can’t help but smile into your continued kiss. As you continue to grind down on his now fully formed erection Eddie decided to take this from the living room.

Without breaking the kiss Eddie rises from the couch and you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you towards his room. Refusing to break the kiss and watch where he’s going he does end up stumbling a couple times. Always catching you two before you fall and pushing you up against the walls for some rough kisses.

As you reach his room he drops down on his mattress with you on top of him. You sit back up for a moment breaking the kiss and just grinding down on him for a moment. As you look up something shiny catches your attention. You look up to find a pair of handcuffs hanging above his bed and you laugh.

Reaching forward and grabbing them Eddie realizes what you’ve been looking at and hides his face in his hands.

“Sarge I can explain-“

“Oh can you now? Explain why you stole my handcuffs off my desk as we were leaving the station that night. As if I didn’t see you”

He peaked at you in between his fingers and he was clearly smiling.

“What can you blame me?….I just wanted a keepsake of our time together”

As you sat there twirling the handcuffs in your hand you got an idea. So you set the handcuffs to the side and began grinding down on him again causing him to groan.

His hands found their way to the hem of your shirt and he began tugging on it so you leaned back and removed it quickly. Shedding your bra as well and standing up to remove your pants and underwear and Eddie followed suit.

Now both naked and standing in front of each other you lean up and place a kiss on the tattoo on Eddie’s chest. He strokes your arms lightly as you do.

“Tell me what you want baby…tell me what you want and I’ll do it”

You slowly bent down to the floor next to his mattress. Making sure to wiggle your ass just a little bit as temptation. And when you stood back up you were holding the handcuffs. Jingling them a little bit. He cracked a smile and walked toward you. Holding your hand and the handcuffs.

“You want em on me or you baby?”

You thought about it momentarily. As much as you’d love to cuff him right now you’ll save that for another time.

“On me..for now” you made sure to give him a wink as you placed the handcuffs in his hand. He pulled you towards him by your waist and bent down to kiss you deeply. As he kissed you he guided you back down towards the mattress and you followed his direction. Once on the bed he took your arms into his hands and lifted them above your head and he cuffed them together before placing them behind the bed post.

“Not too tight are they?” He gave your wrists a quick shake as you nodded your head no to indicate your wrists are okay.

“Words baby. Words. They’re not too tight right?”

“No. They’re perfect”

“Good girl”

Having him call you good girl sent a feeling straight through your body causing you to shiver slightly against him and he chuckled lightly.

“Oh come on sarge you’re telling me good girl is what gets you going”

He ran his hands up your torso and massaged your breasts and you began to squirm.

As he took your nipple into his mouth and sucked on it you couldn’t help but release a string of moans at the sensation.

He let off for a moment but kept massaging them as he came up to press a rough kiss to your lips.

“God I love all those sounds you're making, baby. Can you feel how hard you’re making me? Fuck keep making those sounds alright?”

One of his hands slowly works its way down your body groping you all the way. Stopping on your thigh and working it’s way between your legs as you spread them for him. As he runs his fingers along your wet folds you begin to moan his name.

“Good girl. Keep saying my name. Want you to say it so loud that we get a noise complaint”

He finally pressed a finger to your clit and began rubbing slow deep circles causing you to whimper out as he kissed you.

“Yeah baby just like that. Louder even. I want you so loud that they call the cops and all your coworkers get to walk up to this trailer and hear how good I’m making you feel. How good you deserve to feel.”

God he was saying all the right things to you. With all the stress of the day you could feel yourself getting more and more worked up at every movement he made. He gave you one more deep kiss before he started making his way further down your body.

He sat up and spread your legs wider and settled down between them. His mouth is right over your folds. Practically drooling he just wanted to taste you already.

“Baby look at me”

You open your eyes and look down to see Eddie between your legs.

“Is this okay sweetheart?”

“Y-yes please. Please”

That’s all he needed before his mouth was wrapped around your clit sucking hard. You yelped out a moan and tried to reach your hand down to his hair forgetting your hands were cuffed above you. You’d never used cuffs before and you didn’t realize how much it would affect you. Not being able to grab anything to help steady or ground yourself in any way you just continue moaning out, getting increasingly louder.

Eddie couldn’t get enough of it as he stared up at you. Watching you squirm and moan and scream his name. Your hips began arching off the bed and he used a steady firm hand to press you back down to the mattress and he tugged your waist closer to his face. He was eating you like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. He was a feral man starved and you were a buffet.

Finally he decided to press a finger into you and start moving it in and out. Curling it in an attempt to find that one spot. He knew he found it when your whole body shook and you were so shocked that the moan you let out was completely silent. He removed his finger and plunged back in with two finding that same spot and it made you whimper. Eddie had thought the moaning and screaming was the best sound he could get you to make. But having you whimpering his name over and over again like he was a god?

He quickened the pace of his fingers and began to eat you out with much more fervor. He began to grind against the mattress for relief because he’s pretty sure he’s never been this hard in his entire life and it’s making him a little light headed.

You begin to feel that familiar feeling building in the pit of your stomach. But you’ve never felt it quite this intense and you’re trying to find the words to let him know you’re close but your mind is not really working anymore.

“Ed- Ed- I-I-think- I’m oh god I’m-I’m-“

He pressed your hips down to the mattress and sped up his pace and then he felt it. You clenched down on his fingers and began to squirt all over his face. He could feel and see your entire body convulsing underneath him and he felt like he was in paradise watching you. He slowed his movements and worked you down from your high before he kissed his way back up your body. He didn’t kiss your lips cause your juices were all over his mouth so you leaned up as best you could to initiate the kiss.

When he pulled away he stroked your face gently and ran his thumb across your jaw.

“You wanna call it quits or do you think you can handle a bit more?”

A wide smirk flowed across your face

“Oh I can handle more”

You were out of breath and clearly fucked out of your mind and that made Eddie even more turned on. He couldn’t wait to feel you. He leaned over to his side table and ripped open a condom and slid it on himself. Fisting it a couple times and already feeling on edge. He had no idea how he was going to last in you. Pausing he looked at you in the handcuffs.

“You wanna keep those on or no?”

You tugged them a couple times as you thought about it. “Let’s keep em on actually”

He gave your thigh a little tap indicating you to spread your legs again and you did. He kissed you deeply as he lined himself up with your hole and pressed in. You’d already been mentally preparing for his size since you two got naked but it didn’t prepare you just enough for the stretch.

Once he was about half way, he stilled his movements for you to adjust and you took a few deep breaths before giving a nod. He pushed all the way in and you winced but kissed his cheek as he moved his head to the crook of your neck. He wasn’t moving quite yet but he was rocking back and forth ever so gently. Once you gave him the go ahead to move he pulled out fully and plunged back in hard and deeper than before. Both of you groaning at the sensation.

He finally started to move his hips and found a rhythm he liked and began snapping his hips deeper. His bed slapping against the wall and pushing you deeper and deeper into the mattress as you cried out his name. He was so deep and going so hard and yet all you felt was overwhelming pleasure. Blinding pleasure. You didn’t know it could feel this good. It never had before.

His hands worked their way up to grip the mattress beside your head as he pushed further. His head in the crook of your neck as he speaks into your ear in a breathless voice.

“Fuck..y/n…im not- im not gonna- im not gonna last- you feel so so good”

Hearing him say that made you glad because you were already teetering on the edge of another orgasm and every snap of his hip brought you closer to it.

“Me-me too Eddie”

“Good-Good girl”

He began pounding into you harder, faster. Every stroke in and out felt like it was sucking all the air out of you and everything was getting so sloppy and messy. Kissing each other roughly, biting lips, swapping strings of spit. Everything was melding together and then you felt it wash over you. Throwing your head back with a large gasp as you came all over him. He followed you over the edge as you clenched around him and he dug his face into your chest as he whimpered out your name as his whole body convulsed.

It took you both a while to come down and regulate your breathing. He pulled out and discarded himself of the condom and then released you from your handcuffs. Making sure to rub your wrists gently and leaving a few kisses around them.

Not much was said as you two got cleaned up and he let you borrow one of his oversized band shirts. You were both so exhausted that you passed out rather quickly after that. Somewhere in the night in your sleep you two reached out for one another and when you woke up in the very early hours of the morning you found yourself sleeping in a tight embrace with Eddie.

Without waking him you quietly gathered your things from around the trailer and began to make your way to the door.

“He really likes you ya know”

The unexpected voice made you practically jump out of your skin as you turned to face Wayne who was sitting on the couch sipping a beverage and reading. You considered your words carefully.

“I really like him too”

He raised his cup towards you in a cheering motion and turned his attention back to his reading as you quietly left the trailer and got into your car. You had a plan for the day and decided to hop to it.

Going home and showering before changing into some regular clothes and gathering your things to bring them to the station. When you walk in you can’t help but feel all the eyes in the station on you. Being fairly obvious with the box you’re carrying and the lack of uniform. You walk into Hoppers office.

“Uh y/l/n? Where’s your uniform?”

“Jim. I thought about your offer. About the detective work and what not and I’ve come to the conclusion that this just isn’t for me. So I’m here to give you my gun, my badge and pack up my things”

Hopper sat there dumbfounded. Having no idea what led to your quitting and he watched as you turned heel and packed up your desk rather quickly. A bit sad since he’d given Florence the day off and had originally planned for you to do her work today.

You didn’t bother to say any goodbyes as you left the station for the last time. Your next stop was the Hawkins post. Walking in and heading straight for Nancy’s office and tapping lightly on the doorframe.

“Oh! Hi y/n. How are you?”

“I’m actually really good Nancy….I just turned in my badge…came by to see if that writing position was still available”

Nancy’s face lit up as she stood and dragged you further into the office. She explained what your job duties would be and gave you your first writing assignment and you couldn’t help but feel overjoyed. She gave you a tour of the Hawkins post and the entire time you were just filled with an overjoyed feeling of belonging.

Around noon Nancy asked if you’d like to go to lunch with her and you agreed. You guys walked around the corner to a local diner and got a table.

“So y/n what convinced you to leave and join us at the post?”

“Oh well you know how it is. Nobody there respected me and It was never going to be what I wanted it to be. A friend of mine helped me realize that no matter what job I have I’ll be able to help people somehow”

“Oh? And what friend of yours do I have to thank for bringing you to this realization?”

You blushed deeply and stared down at the plate of fries you’d ordered.

“Um, you might remember him from highschool. His name is Eddie Munson?”

Nancy gasped and put her sandwich down.

“Eddie Munson? Hellfire club leader Eddie Munson? Mike's mentor Eddie Munson?”

“Jeez Nance say it a little louder I don’t think God quite heard you. Anyways yes that is the Eddie I was referring to.”

You finally looked up from your fries to gauge her reaction and saw her smiling at you with a smug expression.

“What?”

“Oh nothing. I’m just glad your “friend” was able to help you realize this”

The air quotes around a friend let you know that she already knew what you hadn’t yet said. Nancy could always read you like that. So you decided to open up to her a bit.

“Okay maybe he’s not a friend exactly…”

“Oh? Really? What could he possibly be then?”

You didn’t appreciate the sarcasm in her tone but chuckles at her humor nonetheless.

“Well we kind of…slept together last night.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Well did you two talk at all? What happened after? Are you guys together?”

“Ummmm well we fell asleep together and I woke up to him wrapped around me and then I snuck out and quit my job?”

Nancy put her sandwich down once again and brought her hands up to her face.

“So you slept with him and then snuck out of his house while he was asleep?”

“Hey hey hey Wheeler need I remind you of the time you pulled that with Steve?”

“That was different we were already dating and I had curfew”

“Okay well then what should I have done? Oh god what should I do now?”

“Well it doesn’t matter what you should have done but now I’d say to definitely call him. Or maybe go talk to him in person?”

“You’re right….I should talk to him later. I’ll call him when I get home.”

***

When you arrived home you dropped the box of your police belongings on the floor by the door and walked over to your phone. The light on it is blinking so you pick up the phone.

“5 missed calls. 2 new messages”

You decide to listen to one of the messages and as soon as you hear the voice you realize the calls must all be from Eddie.

“Uh hey y/n…it’s me Eddie. I uh woke up and you weren’t here so I figured you probably had to go into work..um anyways if you wanna drop by later I’ll be home all day today…” the message cut off and you started the second one.

“Uh hey y/n itd Eddie again. About that last message Uh in case you don’t wanna drop by today that’s totally cool too. No problem you know but the offer still stands anyways…uh yeah but uh call me when you get the chance”

You could tell over the messages that he was nervous. You’d clearly confused him by sneaking out like that and he probably thinks he did something wrong. You debate on calling him back for a moment but quickly decide against it.

Instead, choose to grab your keys and head over to Eddie’s. Arriving at his trailer in your normal car and hopping out to knock on the door. Before you get the chance to knock, the door swings open and Wayne runs right into you.

“Oh hi y/n.”

“Hi Wayne. Is Eddie in?”

“Oh yah. He’s been racking his brain about you all day. Please fix him and shut him up. Anyways I’m off to work. Mind making sure he eats for me?”

“Of course Wayne no problem”

You walk by Wayne into the trailer and close the door. Making your way towards Eddie’s room and knocking on the door.

“You forget something Wayne?”

“Uhhhhh no? Well yeah but I’m not Wayne-“

The door swung open and your eyes met Eddie’s which were opened very wide.

“Oh y/n…it’s you. So uh what are you doing here?”

He walked back into his room and sat on his mattress holding his guitar. Taking a puff of a cigarette before setting it back in the ashtray.

“I uh wanted to apologize Eddie. I didn’t mean to leave like that this morning but I had a lot to do today and didn’t really think about how it would seem beforehand. When I got home and heard your messages I rushed right over”

Eddie exhaled a huge sigh of relief and stood up hanging his guitar on the wall. He turned around and stalked towards you quickly and before you knew it you were in a tight hug.

“Jesus y/n I was going insane. Thought I might have screwed something up. Misread the situation and maybe you thought it was a one night stand. Was it?”

He released you from the hug and leaned back to gauge his reaction. You cupped his face in your hands and stroked your thumb across his jaw.

“I mean I don’t know about you Eddie but I really hope it wasn’t a one time thing. I actually really like you”

He grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss but neither of you could stop smiling so you two parted for a moment just holding each other.

“So sarge can I ask what had you so busy that you had to skip out on me this morning?”

“Well for one I’m not sarge anymore…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I quit. I quit and took the job at the post I told you about. So I’m not “sarge” anymore. I mean not that I ever was a Sargent but still.”

He leaned forward and kissed your earlobe,nibbling on it a little bit.

“Does this mean I can’t call you sarge at all then?” His hand moved down and squeezed your thigh and you started breathing heavily.

“Well hold on Eddie…now I didn’t say that”

He moved from your ear and peppered kisses along your jaw. Moving down to suck on your neck. You move your hands and tangle them into his hair and grab it. Not too rough but enough to cause him to groan.

It’s not long before you’re both naked on the bed. You reach for the handcuffs.

“Your turn, big boy. Hands up”

He smiled wide and lifted his arms above his head laying back fully on the mattress as you straddled him. As you tightened the cuffs around his wrist and he bucked his up.

“Not too tight right?”

“Not at all, baby they’re perfect. Now get down here and kiss me”

You obliged and began to grind on him as you kissed him. Reaching your hand down and giving him a few good strokes before sinking down on him fully. Ignoring the pain and taking him all the way. He groaned heavily and you could hear the tug of the handcuffs.

Finally you find a pace and begin to move up and down and the sounds Eddie begins to make are driving you insane. Eddie opens his eyes and watches the way you bounce on top of him. His eyes jiggled along with your breasts. He bucked his hips up to meet yours. Hitting you at an entirely new deep angle. You couldn’t get enough of it. You tilted your head down and made eye contact with Eddie. Neither of you broke eye-contact as you continued riding him. He wanted so badly to reach out and grab you and grope you all over and he was straining so hard against the handcuffs. He loved every second of it.

He could feel you getting close as you began to become tighter around him and he was just trying to hold out long enough for you to come first. He tried to buck his hips up faster but without his hands to steady himself all of his movements were becoming sloppy.

He felt himself stutter as his orgasm overtook him and he whimpered out your name and he maintained eye-contact and watched as you threw your head back as your own orgasm overtook you.

As you both came down you reached over and grabbed the key from Eddie’s side table. Unlocking his cuffs and grabbing his wrists. Massaging them the way he had for you the prior night. Leaving a trail of kisses on his wrists. After that you pulled yourself off of him and collapsed next to him on the bed.

Turning to face him and he turned to you snaking his hand around you waist as he pushed you into the mattress for a kiss.

“So sarge you staying the full night this time?”

“I’d really like that.”

The two of you got cleaned up and you changed into one of his t-shirts and he pulled on some boxers before crawling back into bed with you. As you prepared to cuddle into him you grabbed the handcuffs and returned them to their spot above the bed. You may not be a cop anymore but you’ll make damn good use of your handcuffs.