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"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 ;)

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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..."

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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~"

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exescenes · 2 years

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been simping over officer callahan since s1 e1

i need more fanfics of officer callahan. it's not a want anymore it's a need

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clivesdale · 2 years

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Phil “ 2 Sassy 4 U ” Callahan

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bowiebond · 2 years

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i will back billy x callahan solely because i want to feel the atmosphere and hear the sage thinly veiled words out of Flo's mouth when Billy shows up at the station to pay a fine that may or may not have already been waived and the looks that are exchange between not just billy and callahan but every soul in the room.

gimme.

“Oh no.” Hopper heard Flo’s loud sigh as he dipped his fingers into the donut box Callahan brought in like a good sport. He was younger than the lot of them, so pushing him around was good fun, but he always stuck to being a team player in the workspace.

“He’s back again.” She drawled and Hopper followed her line of vision with a donut half in his mouth.

Billy Hargrove. Huh. Hopper had been out of the office for a bit, focused on patrolling more than paperwork, so he had fallen behind in the office gossip. He watched the scene unfold with curiosity.

Billy walked into the station with a quick scan of the room and smirked when he found what he was looking for. He made a beeline for Callahan who was scribbling out details on a missing dog one of the older ladies often crooned sadly about. She had to stop leaving her damn gate open.

“Officer Callahan.” He greeted jovially, still looking fresh from the pool. The summer was doing him a favour, his tan coming to life in a golden bronze across his skin. His curls were almost dry, frizzing from the chlorine, but he still looked charming with his sunglasses, red trunks and thin white tee as he chewed his gum.

“Hm? O-oh, Billy.” Callahan fumbled with his pen and cleared his throat with a readjusting of his glasses. “Good to see you. Again. What can I- uh…do for you? Today.”

“Oh you know, another speeding ticket. Can’t help it, I live fast and wild, officer.” Billy rested his elbows on the counter and leaned forward with a wolfish grin. “Young and spirited, as your piggy pals would say.”

Hoppers brow twitched in irritation at the insult, and Callahan sighed.

“Billy…”

“Come on, officer, you know I’m jesting. Pulling your leg.” He gestured with a yank that looked more like a stroke, a slow smirk curling on his lips. “So about that fine I’ve been saddled with…” He continued coyly, ducking his head and looking over his shades to peak at Callahan. “Mind helping me out? Just one more time. As your favourite offender.”

“Billy…” Callahan grumbled softly, but was noticeably pink in the cheeks as he put his hand out and made a grab for the paper in the young man’s hand. The blond smacked it into his hand and grinned, gripping it for just a moment before letting go.

“You’re the best, officer Callahan.” He purred.

“No more joyrides, got it? I’m serious.”

“Swear on my fathers grave, Philly.” He winked with a hand to his heart. The older man rolled his eyes.

“Lemme take a look-see, okay?” Callahan clicked around on his computer, brows pinching as he went through the files for the blonds record. Billy stretched over the counter to take his shoulder, giving it a squeeze and rub that made the officer stiffen.

“You’re a real pal, officer. Truly. I’ll be sure to be extra good from now on, scouts honour. If not, I’ll come quietly.” His sly gaze was enough for Hopper to know that was a big, fat lie. Billy Hargrove had kicked up a fuss plenty of times when Hopper picked him up from a bar brawl.

“That’s— that’s good. Really good, um…” Callahan was buffering, floundering for a response and Billy laughed, patting his shoulder twice.

“Cat got your tongue, officer? Be sure to tell her to share it sometime.” Hopper furrowed his brows, not getting his turn of phrase, but Flo just scoffed and Callahan went red, ducking his head back to the computer screen, tapping furiously.

“I’ll take care of the- the fine, just uh- get on home, okay?”

Billy grinned and leaned in, murmuring something Hopper couldn’t quite catch.

Callahan cleared his throat and nodded quickly, readjusting his glasses, a nervous habit.

“Yes, yes, uh- I’ll see you. Okay. Bye.” Callahan turned away, even covering the side of his face from Billy’s view, the blond grinning. Callahan’s wide eyes and pursed lips were on display for everyone else to see.

“Dick-whipped.” Flo muttered and went back to her coffee as Hopper looked at her, brows furrowed in confusion before he looked around the rest of the office.

“See ya around, Philly.” Billy left with that and Powell scoffed.

“That boy has you wrapped around his finger, Callahan.”

“Please don’t.” Callahan groaned, covering his face. Another officer barked a laugh.

Hopper remained puzzled until he clocked out and saw Billy smoking by his Camaro outside, still in his trunks and sunglasses. The blond grinned, all teeth and dangerous.

“Tell my favourite piggy to hurry up, will you? I’m hungry.” He stomped out his cigarette and hopped back into his car, flipping his mirror down to preen at his signature curls. Hopper’s eyes widened.

He opened the door and gave a yell.

“Callahan, hurry up before your girlfriend decides to leave without you!”

Billy caught his eye through the windshield and gave him the middle finger. Hopper rolled his eyes and stomped off to his car.

“Fuckin’ kids. Couldn’t he pick a less troublesome one?”

#billy hargrove #phil callahan #callagrove #officer callahan

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nikkisixxsgirlfriend · 2 years

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my babygirls <3

#stranger things #officer callahan #phil callahan #mr. clarke #show em more love

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artiststarme · 5 months

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It's No Secret... Anymore

Thank you to @mx-jinxous for the prompt! This took a really long time to write but it was so much fun playing with everyone's dynamics. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Steve felt like he was dreaming. It felt like he was looking through someone else’s eyes, dissociating far from his own body. He couldn’t feel the weight of Eddie’s slowly-fading body in his arms or the burning of the wounds in his sides. He wasn’t aware of where he was or if anyone was following him. He was purely relying on muscle memory and muscle memory alone.

He didn’t see the speeding car in front of him that swerved into a nearby bush and fence post. He hardly noticed the hands pulling him backward and out of the road. He came back to himself though once he heard his brother’s voice.

“Steve? Steve-O? Come on buddy, you’re worrying me here. Where have you been? I haven't seen your ass all week. Come on man, are you… are you fucking bleeding? Brother, answer me. We can’t be out here, there’s an earthquake going on. Come with me.”

Steve blinked just to come face to face with Phil. He was shining his flashlight on Eddie’s face against Steve’s shoulder but his eyes were focused directly on Steve’s.

“You with me, bro?” His mustache twitched unhappily and Steve rushed to answer.

“Um, no. Not really. I think he’s dying and I kinda might be too. And I think my friends are missing? Where am I?” Steve couldn’t get his thoughts together cohesively. His mind was fractured, overcome with too much trauma in too little time.

Phil just looked more concerned at his words with his face becoming vaguely panicked once he looked at Eddie. He looked quickly up at Steve, down at Eddie, then back at Steve. “Is this Eddie Munson? The murderer Eddie Munson? The Eddie Munson that has been on the run all week? Good golly Steve, I’m trying not to curse but what the fuck?”

Steve just looked at the pinched expression of pain that Eddie held and murmured, “he’s my friend.”

“Oh my god, Steve. Fine, we’ll deal with this later. Think you can walk to my squad car? I kinda damaged the front end but I’m sure it's semi-driveable. Powell’s tied up with the gates to hell opening up, I have plenty of time to take care of you.”

“Yeah, I can- I can walk,” and he could with the support of Phil. He felt his brother supporting both his and Eddie’s weight until they were deposited into the backseat of the patrol unit.

“And uh, is the girl hiding in the bushes with you? She’s kinda been watching us for awhile. You might have a stalker, little bro.” He shined his flashlight over to the bush and saw a sandy bob duck behind the foliage.

“Robin?” Steve muttered, still out of it and only on the verge of consciousness.

“Buckley, is that you? Come on, you’re coming with us back to Steve’s place. Let’s go,” Phil waved the light between the two. He had both hands on his hips and stood like a disappointed middle-aged dad. “I don’t have time to be doing things willy-nilly. Let’s go!”

Robin poked her head out of the bushes and scooted gracelessly over to the car until she was able to bump elbows with Steve. They both relaxed a smidgen within the same space, the two brain cells reuniting after a stressful ten minutes apart.

Phil hopped in the driver’s seat and bumped his head against the steering wheel. What had this idiot gotten himself into now?

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By the time Phil arrived at his house at the edge of the suburbs, all three kids were out cold in his backseat. He stood at the open back door for a moment before sighing and lugging first Robin, then Eddie, then Steve into his living room, huffing with exertion all the while. He would definitely have to cut back on the station donuts and start exercising again. Right after he dealt with the dying fugitive on his brother’s couch, the blood seeping through Steve’s shirt, and his brother’s unconscious best friend that was snoring atrociously.

Jesus Christ.

Well, he had plenty of practice with medical care from his EMT training so he got to work. He got the first aid kit out of the squad car and started with the murderous Munson. Phil didn’t know what had happened to these kids but it couldn’t be any good. Munson’s entire torso was torn apart like he’d been gnawed on by a wild animal. It wasn’t bleeding too bad but he was missing chunks of skin, so much so that Phil couldn’t sew him up with just sutures. Hell, this kid was going to need skin grafts. A lot of them.

He put gauze on the worst of the wounds then cautiously stepped over to Steve. What he’d seen on Munson made him hesitant to look at the damage but surely it couldn’t be worse than that. Right? As soon as he lifted Steve’s shirt, he came immediately to two conclusions.

1. Steve had a lot more chest hair than he did and that was totally unfair.

2. The wounds on Steve’s abdomen were deep, infected, and horrific.

Just like with Munson, there was nothing to close. All he saw were missing chunks of skin and muscle that should have been in his sides. The marred remains were covered in grime and yellowish puss that made the entire room smell of infection.

Fuck, he couldn’t help them here. He had to get them, all three of them because he wasn’t touching an unconscious girl for anything, to a hospital. But that begged the question; which hospital? Munson… Eddie was wanted all through the state of Indiana for at least three murders and an assault. If he took him to any nearby hospital, he would be arrested and surely there was more to the story if Steve was protecting him so much. He couldn’t let one of Steve’s only friends get arrested without hearing the story from the both of them.

He had to take these three up to a hospital in Illinois. Chicago was roughly four hours away, he knew from his and Steve’s annual visits to their great aunt in Evanston. It was a risk, both for aiding and abetting a wanted fugitive as well as hoping he survived that long of a drive, but his gut told him to trust his brother on this one. So that’s what he did. He loaded the three teens back into his patrol car and mumbled swears under his breath when he passed the “Leaving Hawkins” sign. He hoped to all that was mighty that he was making a good call.

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Steve woke up to familiar voices; one hushed and one screeching.

“You kidnapped them?! You’re a cop, I thought you would help them but instead you drove them all the way to goddamn Chicago like some middle-aged pervert loser?” Steve came around to a loud argument between what sounded like Dustin and Phil. It was weird though because he’d never introduced the two.

“Hey, listen here shithead, words hurt. I am not middle-aged, I’m 28. And why would I kidnap my own brother? I can legally take him anywhere, it's practically my birthright. I don’t have to go through all the work of kidnapping him.” Phil shook his head at Dustin.

“Stop trying to trick me, I know Eddie is an only child!”

“Munson?! I’m Steve’s big brother, you little gremlin. Can’t you see the resemblance?” He gestured between where Steve was groggily looking up at him and then back at himself.

“No, but I can’t see anything past your outrageous mustache.” Steve saw Phil’s jaw drop and knew that Dustin had crossed a line.

“You short fucker, that is too far! I take a lot of pride in this ‘outrageous mustache’,” Phil put air quotes around the offending remake before pointing an aggressive finger in Dustin’s direction. “I will absolutely take you off the visitation list, toothless. Do not test me.”

“Don’t threaten me, I’ll report you to the authorities!” Dustin countered.

“I am the authorities!” Phil dropped all decorum and screamed at practically the top of his lungs.

Sensing enough was enough, Steve tried to push himself up to a sitting position before a burning in his sides caused him to fall back down. Both men (or one man and Dustin) stopped their squabbling and rushed to his sides.

“Steve, you’re hurt so don’t try to get up. Shit kid, let me get a nurse or something. You weren’t doing too hot.” With that Phil sprinted out of the room, presumably to the nurse’s station and Steve was left with Dustin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin.

He looked blearily at all of them before asking the most important question, “where’s Eddie?”

They all parted to reveal Eddie lying in the bed next to him. His neck and chest were covered with bandages but his face looked peaceful. There were no cuffs on his wrists as Steve assumed there would be. He laid back again and let out a sigh. Everything was as it should be, he could finally relax.

“Um so Steve, don’t be mad but your brother can be really persuasive when he wants to be and you never introduced him as your brother so I just kind of assumed that we were getting captured by the police and that it was going to be so much worse than the Russians because I always thought Officer Callahan was kind of psycho. But then I woke up here and he bought me Cheetos so everything is fine. Except it's kind of not because you and Eddie have been out for a couple of days and I told Big Not-Harrington about the Upside Down and now he’s really worried. Why did you have to stay asleep so long, dingus? I missed you!”

Steve honestly zoned out when he heard “Cheetos” and only tuned back in when Robin, the usual physical affection-hater, threw herself on top of him in a hug. He withheld the grunt of pain and held her back just as hard.

“What the hell just happened, bro? Like that was a lot of words, little bird lady. Woah.”

Steve didn’t know if he was hallucinating the long-haired surfer in a Hawaiian outfit or if Vecna had somehow managed to melt his mind after all but he had never been more confused in his life to see the new visitor make themselves known.

“Who the fuck is that?” He muttered in absolute bafflement.

Dustin sighed as he too wrestled a hug from Steve, “that’s Argyle. Come on, Steve. Keep up.”

“Like the sock pattern? How many drugs am I on right now?!”

~*~*~*~

“... and that’s kind of why I didn’t tell you about the Upside Down,” Steve finished from his seat beside Eddie, their hands tangled together as they both sat across from Phil.

He looked at both of them with a completely deadpan stare. “Again, but the truth this time.”

Eddie huffed in annoyance. “We are telling you the truth, man! An evil wizard guy named Vecna-”

“Slash Henry, slash One,” Steve and Robin interjected in unison.

“-possessed four teenagers to end the world or something and broke their bodies apart with his mind. Then the angry mob thought it was me but I would never kill anyone, especially not Chrissy. She was always really nice to me and remembered my band from the talent show in middle school. And then we got stuck in Hell where evil demon bats ate our flesh and tentacles ripped through the earth. Then we saved Nancy from the evil mind melt powers by playing her favorite song. After that, we made a plan and she shot Vecna and killed him while Dustin and I were decoys where I was attacked.”

“Then I went back for Eddie and carried him out where you almost ran us over. The end,” Steve emphasized the finale with a deliberate nod of his still-aching head.

Phil looked at them with the most exasperation Steve had ever seen in his life. He let out a pitying chuckle, his poor brother didn’t sign up for this. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

Phil's eyes rolled so hard that Steve could tell he saw stars. He could almost see the scream being prepared in his throat and couldn't gather enough strength to escape it.

"STEVEN MICHAEL HARRINGTON, WHAT THE MOTHERLOVING FUCK?!"

"Look Philly, I'll say it one more time then I'm done, okay? It first started way back when Will Byers went missing in 1983..."

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paceypeternathanslawyer · 2 years

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Woah that's Officer Powell dressed up as chief of police, right?! That is gonna be so cool... I was wondering who would take over for Hopper. And I cannot wait to see all the kids parents together!!!!😁😁😁😁

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #the hawkins crew #ted wheeler #karen wheeler #claudia henderson #officer powell #erica sinclair #mr sinclair #mrs sinclair #netflix #calvin powell #officer callahan #phil callahan #chief powell

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morganbritton132 · 1 year

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Some baby Steve and his uncle, Noodle:

Wikipedia says that John Reynolds who plays Callahan is 31 so I’m gonna say Callahan is also 31. Steve is supposed to be nineteen in season 4 so there’s a 12 year gap between Callahan and Steve.

Imagine, if you will, Phil Callahan, age thirteen. He’s got all that tall lanky awkwardness that you get when puberty hits you like a particularly vindictive truck. He’s also got his sister’s one year old son (who stole Phil’s spot as the youngest in the family) following him around all the time. Steve can say three words: Mama, Nana, and Noodle. Guess which one he’s shouting across the diner when Phil is trying to ask a girl to Snowball?

#baby Steve loves his uncle and wants everybody to know it #meanwhile Phil is at that age where he’ll kill himself if you look at him #phil callahan #Steve Harrington #Officer Noodles #that’s the official tag for this little AU

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wireddless · 2 years

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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.”

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