#Hopper x You

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

perv!mean!Hopper, dom!Steve, soft!dom!Eddie x sub!Reader

Includes: MFM relationship, Hopper is a dirty cop/really sleazy human, oral sex, anal sex, guilt/shame/angst, blood mention, surgery mention, abuse of power, vomit, fingering, praise kink, piss, deepthroating, cockwarming, masturbation, swallowing, unprotected vaginal sex, pregnancy, shame, lies, secrets, squirting, and bubble bath sex… 🫨

PART ONE

@wordynerdygurl @eddiesguitarskills

• Our story begins in Chief Hopper’s Blazer, parked somewhere secluded in the woods of Hawkins •

“You got somethin’ to say kid-,” Hopper sighed, irritated. “Just fuckin’ say it.”

He was in a bad mood today…impatient. And honestly, it was the last thing you needed. “Why’re you so quiet anyway?” he asked, his hand sliding between your thighs. “Usually by now, you’d have this sweet little cunt in my fa-.” Hopper stopped speaking when he realized you were wearing underwear.

“The hell is this?” he asked. “You know my rules. No fuckin’ panties when you’re with me.” Hopper cursed, stamping out his burned-down cigarette. “You on the rag or somethin?” he asked, adding “I told you, it doesn’t fuckin’ bother me. There’s towels in the back, and besides-.” Hopper squeezed your thigh, a wry grin on his lips. “-I like it when you make a mess…”

You met his eyes, his deep blue gaze almost sinister with hunger. It would be difficult to say no to Hopper, even with the information you’d been wrestling with since morning.

“Jim,” you began, and he looked at you strangely, since you rarely ever addressed him by anything other than ‘Chief.’

“Yeah?” he asked flatly.

Your heart was racing a mile a minute, as you recalled the way your morning had started…nausea roiling in your stomach on the way to the bathroom from bed, vomit spraying the toilet bowl, and the piece of plastic you’d held between trembling hands, watching as two bold lines of color bloomed in the result area of the test…

“I’m pregnant,” you murmured softly. Hopper stared at you for a moment, before bursting out laughing. “Christ!” he exclaimed, his eyes crinkled in amusement. “How about that?” You watched Hopper light his cigarette, stunned silent by his reaction. “You told him yet?”

“Have I told who?” you asked. Hopper frowned back at you, confused but still smirking. “Your loser boyfriend,” he clarified, snapping his lighter closed. “You told The Freak he’s about to be somebody’s daddy?” Hopper chuckled again at his own words, finding the idea of Eddie being a father hilarious.

The shock you were feeling began to morph into anger. “What if it’s yours?” you asked, a bitter lump rising in your throat. Hopper’s laughter died quickly, his eyes going dark. “It’s not,” he retorted coldly, shifting in his seat to face the road, and not you.

“How do you know?” you asked, and he quickly (almost defensively) replied “because it’s not.” Hopper blew a cloud of smoke at the dashboard, resting his elbow against the driver’s side door. “Can’t be. I had the surgery-.” Hopper made a snipping motion with his fingers. “-Vasectomy. The kid’s not mine…”

You had no reason to believe him. Hopper could see the doubt in your eyes, so he chose to elaborate. “Had it done years ago. After my daughter, uh…” Hopper paused, his voice wavering. “…after my kid died. I decided I never wanted to go through that kind of…” He sniffed, clearing his throat. “…loss, again. So-.” Hopper shook his head slightly, as if shaking away a bad memory. “-I got fixed. Can’t lose a kid I can’t have in the first place, y’know?”

You wanted to believe Hopper. It would relieve at least some of your anxiety, but not all of it. You still wouldn’t be sure whether the baby was Eddie or Steve’s; but at least the affair you were having with Hopper could remain hidden, if the baby couldn’t be his…

“Besides,” Hopper said, interrupting your thoughts. “Can’t risk knocking up a girl like you, right?”

His question caught you off guard. “Like me?” you asked.

“Yeah,” Hopper replied. “One of my girls.”

Your lips parted, a weight sinking in your chest. Hopper’s smile took on a cruel affect.

“Oh?” he teased. “You thought you were the only girl I screw around with out here?” He waved his hand to the window, indicating the forest around you. “Trust me sweetheart,” Hopper continued, taking another drag of his cigarette. “You aren’t the only pretty girl in Hawkins with a boyfriend she wants to keep out of jail...”

His callous attitude was breaking your heart. You felt like a complete idiot for giving so much of yourself to Hopper, far more than your body alone. You’d felt safe with him, for some ungodly reason you couldn’t identify now. Regardless of how good Hopper was at fucking you, the reality of his monstrous character was finally, truly sinking in.

Hopper noticed the look of sorrow that had washed over you, and it annoyed him. “Now let’s get one thing straight,” he told you, leaning closer. “I still own this-.” Hopper slid his hand further between your thighs till he was cupping your pussy, squeezing it so hard you winced. “I still own you,” he added, his tone harsh. “And unless you want Eddie to miss the birth of his kid ‘cause he’s rotting in a jail cell-.” Hopper ripped the crotch of your panties aside and forced two fingers inside you. “-Nothin’ about our little arrangement changes. Understand?”

You nodded resignedly, a tear trickling down your cheek. Hopper rested his cigarette between his lips, using the fingers that had been holding it to pull down your shirt, and your bra along with it. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and index finger, pinching till you yelped.

In some sense, he felt that you were at fault in all of this…that you’d fucked up by getting pregnant. And the main reason Hopper wanted to punish you, was out of fear. Because he knew there was a very real possibility that you were pregnant with his baby. The vasectomy story was a lie, a well-rehearsed one he’d told many girls before you. Hopper really was just a selfish asshole who came in multiple women every week, and didn’t care about the consequences his reckless behavior might cause.

But this time, Hopper was afraid. He’d managed to escape the consequences of his actions for too long now; the truth would eventually come out. Hopper felt like this time, he might have really fucked things up. His bad mood from earlier was now a simmering rage. And he was going to take out all of his frustration on you.

Hopper pulled his fingers out of you with a loud squelch. “Get your ass in the back,” he ordered.

You obeyed.

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Eddie and Steve weren’t stupid. They’d seen you rush to the bathroom that morning, obviously feeling unwell. They’d found it suspicious when you stayed in there for over an hour, blowing them off each time they asked through the door if you were alright.

You’d locked yourself in the bathroom as if guarding a terrible secret inside it. As soon as you’d left to go meet a friend for lunch Hopper for sex, Steve and Eddie had done a bit of investigating. And it didn’t take them long to figure out the reason you’d been hiding in the bathroom, and why you’d looked so upset when you left it.

The positive pregnancy test was thrown into the back of the cabinet under the sink, but Steve managed to find it. Eddie covered his mouth in shock when he saw it, a big smile on his face. Steve was less enthusiastic, but not because he didn’t want you to be pregnant. Steve was uncomfortable with the possibility that Eddie, and not him, could be the baby’s father. If Steve was going to have kids with anyone, he’d want it to be you. The idea of Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson beating him to it…pissed Steve off.

For his part, Eddie was just happy. He was babbling excitedly to Steve about baby names, what the three of you would need to change around the apartment before the baby arrived, etc. He was buzzing with energy, while Steve was taking the news of your pregnancy in stride. He was happy for you, but he wanted to be happy for the two of you...excited for your baby and his. Not your baby and Eddie’s…

While Steve sat on the couch in silent contemplation, Eddie paced back and forth restlessly, chatting away at Steve about all his plans for the baby. “(Y/N)’ll be home soon,” Eddie told Steve. “When she walks in, we should both jump out and be like, hey mama!”

Steve rolled his eyes at Eddie. “Nobody’s jumping out at anybody, okay?” he retorted. “She hid the test, Ed. She didn’t want us to know.”

Eddie’s look of joy faded. He knew Steve was right.

“If she wanted to tell us, she would’ve this morning,” Steve continued. “We have to respect her privacy. God only knows what’s going through her mind right now.” Eddie flopped down on the couch beside Steve, his leg bouncing nervously.

“Why wouldn’t she tell us?” Eddie asked, even though he knew the man beside him didn’t have an answer. Steve shrugged his shoulders in an attempt at indifference. “I’m sure she has her reasons,” he replied. “And she will tell us, when she’s ready...”

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Hopper dropped you off a few streets over from the apartment complex, just as he always did after driving you out into the woods and fucking you. This time was different from the others. You were sore. Hopper had fucked you in the ass today, and not gently. It would take some time to recover, and the most appealing thing in the world to you right now was a warm bath you could lay back and relax in.

Standing outside the door to your apartment, you could hear Steve and Eddie talking inside. Part of you was happy they seemed to be bonding in your absence. Another part of you worried that they somehow knew about the pregnancy…or worse, about your affair with Hopper.

Your worries disappeared as soon as you opened the door. Steve and Eddie were busy in the kitchen making dinner, politely arguing about whether or not the pasta they were boiling was truly al dente. Your keys jingling got their attention. “Hey babe,” Steve called out. “Hope you’re hungry; Eddie and I boiled a shit ton of pasta by accident.”

Eddie held up the empty box the pasta had come from, idly inspecting it. “Yeah,” he commented as his eyes scanned the label. “Turns out one box yields, um…” Eddie pursed his lips, trying to do the math in his head. “…Waaaay more than we need,” he finished with a lighthearted grin in Steve’s direction. “Math was never my strong suit, okay?”

Steve left the stove and approached you, resting his big hands on your shoulders like protective mitts. The gesture was tender, warm, very unlike the affection you were used to getting from Steve. “Thought we’d eat in tonight,” he said, massaging your shoulders softly. “Maybe watch a movie together.” Steve was being so gentle, it took you completely by surprise, in the best way.

Eddie leaned in to your neck, nuzzling you with a soft kiss. “Dinner can wait,” he said, turning your chin to face him. “I think I’m in the mood to have dessert first…”

Steve nodded in agreement- “I second that,” -and let his hands glide down your arms, lingering around your wrists. “What d’you say, (y/n)?”

You realized how lucky you were, in that moment. These two beautiful men were standing there, wanting only to please you. A part of you wanted to reveal your pregnancy, but the possibility of ruining such a tender moment gave you pause. Guilt washed over your heart as you remembered your other secret, the one you were most afraid of confessing: Hopper.

“I think I’d like to have a bath first,” you told them. “And afterwards, I’ll absolutely be ready for dessert…”

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The bath Steve ran for you was perfect. Big, fluffy piles of cotton candy-scented bubbles floated on top of the water, swallowing you in a warm hug as you sank beneath them. You let your hair fan out on the water’s surface, your eyes drifting closed as you tried to relax. A cassette player on the sink played a tape of ambient music that Eddie had chosen for you. The lights were dimmed, with a few candles flickering beside you on the edge of the tub.

It should have been the perfect atmosphere to relax in, but your mind was running circles. Additionally, the work Hopper had done on your ass earlier that day made sitting uncomfortable, even in a warm tub of bubbles. You tried to avoid thinking of the pregnancy, but it was impossible. Over the course of one day, you’d gone from worrying you were falling in love with Hopper to bitterly resenting the power he held over you. Could you really trust him, that there was no way the baby could be his? As much as you wanted it to be true, based on what you knew of Hopper’s character, you had plenty of reason to doubt him.

How could you have been so naive, to think that Hopper didn’t have similar arrangements with other girls? He’d taken such good care of you sexually, fucking you slowly, unselfishly. Maybe it really had been for him all this time; but Hopper made it seem like he was fucking you for your pleasure more than his own. Like he genuinely cared about you. The way he ate you out for hours on end, licking you till the pleasure turned to pain. Why would a man who had so many girls dedicate that much time to your satisfaction? To making sure you came at least six times in one afternoon? Was there something about you that Hopper couldn’t get from all his other girls?

You hated feeling jealous, especially over someone like him. Here you were, sitting in a beautiful bath prepared by Steve and Eddie, about to be fucked by both of them as soon as you were finished. And yet, you were jealous over a filthy son of a bitch that was twice your age and fucking who knows how many other girls?? You shook your head, bubbles fizzing at your ears. A quiet little sob escaped your lips, but not quiet enough for Eddie’s perceptive ears to miss.

He peeked around the doorframe, a concerned look on his face. “You good, (y/n)?” he asked. With a heavy sigh, you managed a smile, and rested your chin on the side of the tub. “I’d be better if you and Steve joined me,” you said.

Eddie’s lips quirked into a grin. He stuck his head around the corner and called for Steve, “get in here Harrington, she wants us in the tub with her.”

When Steve entered the bathroom, he was met with a view of you sucking Eddie off at the side of the tub. The image made Steve’s brain go a little hazy, and all he wanted was to be naked, too. Your eyes left Eddie’s and locked with Steve’s as you sucked. The look on Steve’s face made you grin around Eddie’s cock, the corners of your lips stinging at the stretch. “Fucking look at her,” Eddie marveled, running his fingers through your damp hair. “Look at how good she sucks it…”

Steve removed his shirt and began to work his belt undone. His cock was hard and leaking by this point, wet and ready for the moist heat of your mouth. He removed his pants and his boxers, kicking them aside as he made his way to the tub.

Eddie’s legs quivered as he stood beside the bath, with you on your knees in the tub taking his cock down your throat. Steve watched while masturbating to the view in front of him, massaging his cock in slow, patient pumps from base to tip. He knew he’d get the same treatment from your lips as Eddie, that all he had to do was enjoy the show till his turn came.

The soft gurgling sounds you made around Eddie’s cock had both men groaning. “Good fuckin’ girl,” Steve praised. “Takin’ such good care of Eddie’s cock…gonna take care of mine too, yeah?”

You nodded, your head bobbing on Eddie’s dick. Pulling your lips off his tip with a loud pop, you shifted in the water and reached for Steve. “Uh-uh,” he scolded, swatting away your touch. “No hands. You want my cock? Then find it with your mouth like a good little girl…”

Greedy, hungry to taste the sweet pearly liquid oozing from Steve’s tip, you did as he instructed. Clasping your hands behind your back, you leaned forward till Steve’s cock was bumping your mouth, smearing precum over your lips and chin. “Open up,” Eddie murmured down at you, patting his hand against your cheek. “Take care of Steve’s cock the way you took care of mine, pretty thing.”

As Steve pressed himself between your lips, his girth caused an even sharper sting than Eddie’s. Usually, this was the order you sucked them in; Eddie was a little longer than Steve but not as thick, so he generally went first and got your throat warmed up for Steve.

A hum of pleasure rolled deep in Steve’s chest as he fucked your mouth, watching his cock disappear between your lips again and again with every thrust. Eddie climbed into the tub, reaching for your hips and tugging them to meet his.

As Steve continued to use your mouth, Eddie pulled you onto his lap beneath the water. He splashed away a hill of bubbles to watch your pussy swallowing his cock under the water. Steve lifted his leg and braced his foot against the edge of the tub. This position gave him even deeper access to your throat, his balls slapping full and heavy against your chin as he took you. Gripping your hair in his fist, Steve used it as leverage to fuck your face as rough as possible, till your gag reflex activated and you smacked his thigh, telling him to pull back. Vomit spilled onto the ceramic bathroom tile. Steve wiped your lips clean with a towel and cradled your face in his hands. “You wanna stop, baby?” he asked, and you shook your head ‘no,’ in response.

Steve complied, burying his cock down your throat again without pause. Eddie’s dick was nestled balls-deep inside your cunt as he let you cockwarm him. The urge to buck up into you was deliriously tempting, but Eddie forced himself still, knowing he’d come too soon if he moved even slightly. The sounds you were making on Steve’s cock were beyond pornographic. Gulping, choking, gagging around the thick outline of his shaft, you forced every inch down your throat till you’d swallowed him completely.

Steve exhaled a flurry of curses, his hands in your hair gripping for dear life as his knees went weak. “Oh my-oh my god baby-how d’you-how d’you do that?” he gasped. “I’m gonna-fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna come honey, shit!”

Steve ejaculated so far down your throat, his cum slid straight to your stomach. Eddie completely lost it, watching Steve’s face contort in pleasure as he relieved himself inside your mouth. Unable to hold back any longer, Eddie bucked his hips upward, punching into you with a few hard, breathless thrusts. As Steve staggered back to lean against the bathroom sink, Eddie groaned into your shoulder and painted your pussy with cum. “Oh my god!” he exhaled, falling against the back of the tub, a big smile on his face. “That was…I’ve never come that hard in my life, (y/n)-.”

“Neither have I,” Steve chuckled, finding his breath again. He returned to the edge of the tub and caressed your cheek, smiling warmly down at you. “Good girl,” he said, and then left for the bedroom, ready to pass out in bed.

Eddie lifted you off of him, resting your ass on the side of the tub, and parted your legs over his shoulders. You held onto his hair as Eddie buried his face against your cunt, his tongue searching out and swallowing every drop of his orgasm. Your thighs were shaking, clamped around Eddie’s face as he ate you, licking your cunt clean, hoping to get you all dirty again.

His wish came true less than a minute later. Biting your bottom lip to keep from screaming, you came all over Eddie’s tongue. A mix of cum and piss squirted inside his mouth and ran down his chin in slippery streams, dripping into the tub. Eddie growled into your cunt, his hand furiously working his dick under the water, a second climax overtaking him as he swallowed your release. Thick ropes of semen expelled under the water, clinging to the hair on Eddie’s legs. He pulled you into the tub with him, soaking your bodies in both your cum and his, kissing you so deeply you’d swear Eddie’s tongue touched your soul.

Eddie gently rocked you in his arms, in the mix of bubbles, water and cum. His body stretched across yours and covered you like a protective shield. You felt safer than you ever had before, looking into the eyes of the man you loved more than anything, the man you would do anything for…

…even if that meant doing Jim Hopper, to keep Eddie safe. There he was, that horrible, cruel bastard, forcing his way into your mind again, even as you lay in Eddie’s arms. The urge to tell, at least one of your secrets, became overwhelming.

You held Eddie’s cheek and gently stroked his hair, your words barely above a whisper as you told him: “I’m pregnant.”

His eyes lit happily, the corners of his lips turning up into a grin. “I love you, (y/n),” Eddie said.

And that, you realized, was all the assurance you needed that no matter what happened from here on, things were going to be alright… 🖤

[ervotica]

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), jim being the most daddy ever, i just have mega brainrot 4 him

Thinking about dbf!Jim Hopper who sits in his cabin of an evening and waits for you to come over. Jim who drags you into his lap the minute you walk your cute little ass through the door and slings your legs over his meaty thighs, who lets you scrape your fingers through the thick scruff of his beard and drag your teeth along his neck and ears.

Jim who lights your cigarettes for you, thumbing at your bottom lip and placing it gently in the gap he's created; he flicks the lighter and it comes to life as you chase it with the end of your cig. He always laughs in that deep, gravelly way that's reserved only for you.

"Patience, sweetheart."

Jim who lets you blow smoke into his mouth as you ply him with open mouthed kisses, lips smacking wetly against his own when you bite his soft flesh and giggle.

Jim who drives you around in the Chevy and lets you fiddle with the controls to keep you amused, legs draped up on the dash and a cigarette hung lazily from your lips. He humours you when you wiggle your fingers and stretch your arm towards him to play with his fingers as he drives, reaching over to place your cigarette between his lips every so often for a drag.

Jim who adores how you look on your knees with your mouth full of him; his sweet girl, his secret shame, his clandestine lover. How you lose yourself in it, in the pleasure of making him feel good.

The way it turns him on makes him sick, how he groans and his hips stutter when you call him daddy in that sweet lilting voice, how you breathe heavy and high-pitched as you work him from base to tip and suckle on the head of his cock just the way he likes. The way you force yourself all the way down and gag as your nose buries in the thatch of curls by his pubic bone has him incoherent, fisting handfuls of your hair and holding you down until you're gasping and choking around him.

And when all is said and done- when you've told your father you're sleeping around a friend's house but you find yourself in the sheriff's bed instead- he's gentle. Soft and attentive and sure, a little rough around the edges, but you wouldn't have him any other way. You curl up and tuck yourself close and the entire world melts away until all that's left is you and him.

And the lying and the secrets and the sneaking around wears you down occasionally, but you'd do it all a thousand times over for him.

[littlemissvincentvega]

Hii could u write a part 2 to the morning wood hopper fic? Maybe hopper accidentally bumps into the reader at a bar and he takes her home and Yk… 😏

MORNING WOOD pt. 2 / a perv!hopper one shot

PART 1

a/n: OMG i finally wrote something and it is the part 2!!! i'm going to do part 3 soon (might start writing it tonight) it will most likely be the finale of this little miniseries thing with hopper. but i had so much fun writing this and i hope y'all enjoy ♥ also also i'm in the process of setting up the tumblr tips thing bc i am Poor and somebody asked me about it aaaages ago :) thanks @nonsensecynical for the request and the inspiration for doing the part 2!!

18+ explicit content / perv! jim hopper x fem!reader

cw: alcohol, smoking, sexual themes, general perviness

Wisps of smoke left his nose like an angry bull. He tapped the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray in front of him, watching as the ash fell into it. It had started out clean and empty, but since Jim arrived a small pile of cigarette butts had accumulated there. He nursed his (sixth? seventh?) drink, focused on the melting ice cubes that swirled around the glass.

"Need a drinking partner?"

Hopper looked up from the bar, his eyes widening a little when he saw it was you. Of course it was. He'd jacked off to the thought of you that very morning, so why the hell wouldn't he have to deal with speaking to you as if he hadn't just mentally fucked you into next week? "What?"

You snickered slightly and shifted to sit beside him at the bar. Unbeknownst to Jim, you were already a couple of drinks in, which was why you were so calm about approaching him. You'd considered this a few times before after seeing him drink his problems away, but today was the day you grew a pair, for some reason. "Are you having another drink?"

"Probably," came his mumbled response. He looked at you, "Why?"

You pretended not to notice his gaze drop briefly to your breasts and gave him a coy smile. "I'll get your next one. You look like you need a drinking partner. You're always in here by yourself."

"(y/n), I couldn't ask you to do that," Jim said, sitting up to look at you properly. Why was a young, beautiful thing like you bothering to speak to him? He arched his brows. "By myself--? That's by choice, not because I don't have friends, you know."

"You didn't ask me, I offered. I'm buying the Chief of Police a drink. Least I can do for you doing your duty," you grinned, ignoring his further comments. He closed his eyes in annoyance, sighed through his nose and begrudgingly agreed.

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"Let me give you a ride home," Hopper told you an hour or so later, sliding the empty glasses toward the barkeep. "Least I can do after you bought me a single drink."

You grinned upon seeing a smile twitch on his usually stoic face, then slid on your coat. "I didn't tell you to pay for my other drinks. I just... let you do it. It's fine, I'll drive myself home."

"No, no-- not happening." He was already ushering you out, a large hand hovering near your lower back. The bitterly cold air of the evening woke you up slightly, and you grimaced at the change in temperature. "I'll hafta arrest you for drink-driving. Wouldn't want that."

Being slightly merry, you bit your lip into a smile of mischief and eyed him. "Would that involve you putting me in handcuffs?"

That kinky little shit. I knew it. Hopper stared at you for a few moments, then continued to whisk you to his truck. "Yes."

Jim helped you into the passenger side of the truck, closed the door for you and then made his way to the driver's seat. He cleared his throat and glanced your way. You had slid your coat down your shoulders just a little to allow the cold air around your breasts. And yes, he could see your nipples trying to poke through the fabric of your shirt. Dark gaze lingered on them for a moment before he cleared his throat again and switched on the engine. "Thanks, uh, for keepin' me company tonight," he mumbled.

"Oh-- don't mention it. It's nice to not drink by myself for once."

"You there a lot?" he queried, taking a look behind before reversing out of the parking spot.

"Mm, sometimes," you hummed, popping the cap off of your lipstick and topping it up in the mirror. Hopper wished you wouldn't do that. It was making his mind go to places, places it had been that same morning. Making him think about how beautiful you'd look with those beautiful plump lips wrapped around his cock, pumping and sucking...

And then you broke his trance with a question. "Should you even be driving?"

"What?"

You returned the lid to your lipstick and put it in your handbag. "You're technically drink-driving, Chief."

God. Stop calling me that. He glanced your way, a gentle smirk tugging at his lips. "What'd you just call me?"

Brows arched, you stared at him and tried to ignore the pulsing between your thighs. After a short pause, you answered him, albeit a little quieter. "Chief."

"Exactly. I'm the Chief of Police, I can do what I want." And what I want is to fuck your brains out.

You simply rolled your eyes and chuckled a little, opting to look out of the window. Jim took that opportunity to steal a few glances at your body, the way your skirt perfectly hugged your hips, how the low-cut top showed off your delicious breasts. How he'd like to grab them, knead them, suckle on your perfect little nipples. He swallowed thickly, making an attempt to ignore his twitching cock. No, not twitching-- it was throbbing.

When you turned to look for any packs of cigarettes Jim had laying around his car, it wasn't difficult to see what he was trying to hide. It only made your core ache more for him, and from what you could see, he was big. You diverted your gaze from it quickly, locating the cigarettes, and sparked up. The first exhale definitely helped to calm you down, but it was barely a distraction from how sopping wet you felt.

The rest of the ride was quiet, almost awkward considering how you were both feeling (unbeknownst to each other), but Hopper broke the silence when he pulled into the trailer park. "Which number are you again?" he mumbled. He knew the number.

"Right there." You pointed at your trailer, which was painted light blue (a DIY job Eddie Munson had helped you with, much to Steve's dismay).

Hopper pulled up at the side of your home, hands resting in his lap to conceal what was going on down there. A small smile was given to you. "Home sweet home."

You noticed that he didn't turn off the engine, which was a slightly disheartening, but your horny little brain had other plans. One hand rested on the door handle and you looked across to him, eyebrows raised. "Aren't you gonna walk me to my door?"

Oh, God, why? He looked mildly annoyed, staring at you silently for a moment. "The free ride home not enough?"

"Nope." You flashed him a grin.

Rolling his eyes, Jim switched off the engine and exited the car. In his mind, he was hoping his erection had subsided a little, but he knew full well it wasn't going away until he took care of it. All he had to do was pray you didn't notice. "Alright," he helped you down from the truck, savouring every moment his hands touched your body, "five more steps and you're home safe."

"Huh, chivalry isn't dead, after all," you joked, walking with him to your porch. You fumbled to grab your keys and began to unlock the door.

"Sure," he cracked a small smile again. You were sweet-- he found you to have a decent sense of humour, too. "Uh, thanks again for keepin' me company."

You removed the key and opened the door, looking up at him. "You're welcome. Do you want to come inside for a bit?"

For a moment, Jim's eyes widened and he fell silent. He looked inside, then back to you. "No, I should get goin'. Got stuff to do."

"What stuff?" You held his gaze, subtly ran your tongue along your upper lip.

"Y'know-- laundry. Got some, uh, dirty dishes--"

But he was cut off. Your hand, much smaller than his, had found the outline of his erection, and you were gently rubbing it through his work-slacks. "What else?" you breathed, watching the poor man try to catch his breath.

He swallowed thickly, all too aware of how heavy he was breathing. Gaze dropped to watch your hand, then slowly rose to capture all of the beauty your body held. His eyes finally met yours again. "Gotta take a shower... maybe it can wait..." Without warning, he pushed you inside and slammed the door behind you both, shoving you against the nearest wall. It made the framed photos there shake, but Hopper didn't care. You squealed with surprise-- his cock rubbed against you as his lips met yours, all hunger and pent-up frustration and passion. He groaned against your lips, only pulling away after a few seconds to catch his breath and look at you. Yes, it was clear. You both wanted the same thing.

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PART 3 COMING SOON!

[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect quote

Y/n: *bites lip* Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?

Hopper: That isn’t gonna work, hands behind your back.

[lady-z-writes]

Jim Hopper x you

Summary: reader shows up at Hop's and is in a foul mood. No real content warnings.

I...don't know what this is.

Someone said you dont have to be in a good place to make art; make angry art. I haven't written in a while and the world feels overwhelming right now so...

Here this is.

A bit of a political undertone, I guess.

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A slam startles Hopper and he's instantly reaching for a gun that isn't on his person at the moment.

The cabin had been still, quiet; El being at Max's house for the weekend.

Sounded like a car door.

A quick peek out of the window as he hears boot stomps, he notices a figure standing on the porch.

Three raps at the door.

Monsters don't knock.

...

"Hey."

It's you when he opens.

You barging in past him.

You unwrapping a brown bag of booze.

You looking at him with this expression. One he's never seen before.

You look wild and breathless.

And, God damn it, he can't look away.

"I'm just angry. OK? Just. I picked this up and don't trust myself alone right now. And apparently I thought to drive here. So," you slam the bottle down, open it up, drink straight from it. "Could use a friend right about now."

There are tears in your eyes and he doesn't do tears.

A friend.

Okay.

He wasn't thinking 'friend' literal seconds ago, but he'll play nice if that's what you need right now.

He takes the bottle, sips from it, blinks slow at you.

"If that's what you need."

One sentence leaves him and you're pawing at him instantly, gripping him by the shirt and pulling him down into you, kissing him hard and fervent.

And, fuck, is he confused right now.

When you pull back, you snake the drink out of his hand, take a sip.

He's about to speak, but you press a hand to his chest.

"Stop it. I know. Whatever the fuck this is. I just need to get it out of my system."

"Think you're a little fucked right now, but I'll play," he steals the bottle, takes another sip.

You half laugh, shake your head, strip off your jacket.

"This world's gone crazy," you mutter, pressing your palms to your eyes, taking a big breath.

"Been crazy. Just feeling safe enough to show it now."

"We're fucked, aren't we?"

He nods, "probably."

You both let the moment linger, glance at each other until he hands you the bottle again and you drink.

"What do you need?" He steps closer.

"Fuck," you mutter, shaking your head again. "I just...I'm so angry, Hop. It's just...sitting like a lump in my throat and I can't make it stop."

The angry tears are threatening again but you don't blink.

He's silent.

"I think I need to get outta my own head for a little while. I need you to help me feel good again."

"That I can do," he steps forward, drags his hands up your hips and helps you out of your shirt.

You put a hand on his wrist before he unbuttons your jeans.

"A condom, this time. We can't afford a baby in this climate."

He chuckles at that, but there's no humor.

And then pleasure overwhelms you with his head between your thighs.

But the anger never ceases.

And maybe it's not meant to, you think.

Maybe you'll use it.

[lizmaximoff]

JIM HOPPER FIC RECS

An official list of Jim Hopper x Reader and Jim Hopper x OC recommendations (an update from this list).

Fics are arranged by one-shot or multi-chapter, then by rating, and then alphabetically. 

This arsenal contains 97 FICS as of 5/14/23.

To see a masterlist of my own Jim Hopper fics, click here.

LIZZIE’S TOP FIVE

Baking for Bang | E ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) - The reader has been pining after the big, handsome Chief of Police since the day he walked into her bakery.  Using the wiles available to her – namely her baking skills – she sets out to slowly seduce him, culminating on a wintery day in Hopper’s cabin with a box of baked goods and an interesting confession. 

Pain in my Heart | M ( @flamehairedwritings ) - It’s your senior year and your best friend is still a dick. It’s your senior year and your best friend is still an ass. It’s your senior year and your best friend, Jim Hopper, is still trying to get you to help him with his homework.

Popsicles and Water Hoses | E ( @thebackseatofjimsblazer ) - The moment that you had seen what Jim’s shorts looked like with his hard on pressing against his jeans was the moment you realized that Jim could be a friend and a boy. That was also the moment you developed something for Jim you wouldn't be able to describe correctly for a while. Or where you and Jim are spending time together on a summers day after graduation.

Some Legs are Meant to Be Broken | E ( @boogiewrites ) - When Hopper breaks both of his legs, and you’re the newest employee at the station, it means you get recruited to be his babysitter. Would he be as frustratingly difficult to deal with as you imagine?

Hoping for Hopper | E ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) - The reader runs a bar in town and her favorite customer Hopper comes in for a drink. The evening takes an unpleasant turn when a former classmate comes in and stirs up trouble for the reader, making her doubt herself.  Hopper steps in to help like the gentleman he is…n’t.

AMAZING HOPPER WRITERS

@bitchinsinclair

@boogiewrites

@empresskylo

@flamehairedwritings

@irrelevantwriter

saltedtears via AO3

ONE-SHOT FICS

Caregiver Prompt | K ( @thewintersoldierdisaster ) - N/A

Eggnog and Trees | K ( @darling-i-read-it ) - Request: Since it’s the Christmas season, can you write a Hopper x reader where he’s kinda a grinch and she’s just a little ball of love and light. They’re friends but then on Christmas he confesses or something like that.

At the Lake Prompt | T ( @thewintersoldierdisaster ) - N/A

First Date | T ( @flamehairedwritings ) - N/A

Handyman | T ( generallycynical via AO3 ) - You broke your ankle while chasing someone and now you're stuck on desk duty. You complain about your grass needing mowed and the next day, Hopper shows up at your door.

He Seems | T ( @kilyra ) - Running into an ex is always awkward, but when your ex is Hopper, you fully expect it to be awful.

Home is Where the Shitty Coffee Is | T ( underthenorthstar via AO3 ) - You’ve been tutoring Eleven for the year in between the Demogorgon and the Mind Flayer. You’ve managed to develop a massive crush on her surrogate father, Jim Hopper, in that time. One late night over cups of bad coffee, things finally come to a head.

Just What the Doctor Ordered | T ( underthenorthstar via AO3 ) - You fall and injure yourself. An overprotective but sweet Hopper takes care of you.

Kisses as a Distraction Prompt | T ( @clonecaptains ) - N/A

Ranking | T ( @psychiatristreturning ) - N/A

Sneaky Chief | T ( @hawkins-hoe ) - A parent teacher conference with the handsome Chief of Hawkins leads to a sneaky dinner date.

Sweet on You | T ( xfandomwritingsx via AO3 ) - You make Jim dress up as Santa for the Christmas party.

Weeknight Take Out | T ( pettifogger via AO3 ) - N/A

Without Filters | T ( adkinsmayo via AO3 ) - You and Hopper have been best friends since seventh grade. You can see right through his bullshit and that’s what he liked most about you. Through every relationship and every shitty situation, you were always there for each other. Now the junior prom was just around the corner and you both planned to keep your childhood promise of being each other’s date. That was until Ginger Peterson came into the picture. You tried not to be mad, but you absolutely were and something was telling you it wasn’t just because he had broken his promise.

Candy Hearts | M ( @flamehairedwritings ) - N/A

Cups | M ( @flamehairedwritings ) - Prompt: Character A and Character B, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas Party.

Kisses on the Back Prompt | M ( @clonecaptains ) - N/A

Long Time Coming | M ( @xfandomwritingsx ) - You and Hopper finally give into each other.

Sunday Stroll | M ( TheOlderDixonBoy via AO3 ) - You enjoy taking walks in the morning by yourself, but when Jim Hopper starts to drive by and say good morning each day, you begin to truly look forward to them. It also doesn’t hurt that you’re pretty sure Chief Hopper enjoys these meetings as well.

A Very Hopper Birthday | M ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) - It’s the reader’s 21st birthday and while out with her friends, comes across her good friend Chief Hopper.  Riding high on a little bit of liquid courage, she decides to take the bull by the horns, so to speak, with regards to her crush on Hopper.

Am I Tough Enough | E ( kitten_michael via AO3 ) - N/A

An Act of Nature | E ( @boogiewrites ) - You move back to Hawkins, luckily you hit it off with a friend of your step brothers. When Chief Hopper finally gets around to asking you out, what is it going to take for the two of you to find time alone? An act of nature?

Behind Closed Doors | E ( @tricksters-captain ) - You get into some trouble and Hopper hides you away in the cabin until it blows over but isolation isn’t for you.

Bloom | E ( @hoppersmut | DEACTIVATED ) - You trust your friend Jim Hopper completely. You’ve asked him to do something for you that no one else will ever be able to do again. You’ve trusted him to take your virginity.

Boiled Over | E ( adkinsmayo via AO3 ) - Hopper’s dominant side is usually his only side. But it rarely ever comes out in the bedroom, he’s always afraid he’ll hurt you. But when it does, Jim is ruthless. But it usually takes you being just as ruthless to get him to lose control. Or in this case, take control. And you know what they say: the heat can make you do crazy things.

Catch Me if You Can, Chief! | E ( My_Name_Is_Nobody via AO3 ) - It's the 4th of July in Hawkins, and while everybody's having fun at the amusement park, the only one who's catching your attention is Jim Hopper, Chief of Police — and he's looking at you, equally interested.

Caught | E ( @davidharbovr | DEACTIVATED ) - N/A

Chief Who | E ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) - The reader is new to town and had a mildly awkward first encounter with the local chief of police.  Then, come to find out, his car is the one she’s working on and he needs a ride home.  Hopper wants to know why she’s nervous, is it all cops or just him?  The reader feels obligated to prove she’s not nervous at all and one thing leads to another and somehow they end up against the wall of Hopper’s trailer.  

Cherries a la Mode | E ( @alias-b ) - Summer of ‘83. Jim’s having a bad day at work and Lucy shows up to brighten his life. Only if he allows it. A game blooms when they’re alone in his office.

Christmas Miracle | E ( @flamehairedwritings ) - You know how to make all the hours of Christmas shopping worth it. 

Clodhopper | E ( @daughterofthebrowncoats ) - Hopper gets drunk and horny…and hungry…

Come Away with Me | E ( @halfway-happyyy ) - You had the misfortune of marrying one of Hawkins sleaziest men, but when Jim Hopper enters your life, you realize that everything really does happen for a reason, and every choice has a consequence.

The County Fair | E ( @acciosnapes | DEACTIVATED ) - Barbeque grill outs, pool parties and more- late nights in Hawkins, Indiana was never really that dull, especially if you were the mayors daughter. And, especially fun if you were fucking your dads best friend.

Cuffed Up Chief | E ( saltedtears via AO3 ) - Prompt: There are so many fics out there with Hopper in control but like.. What if there was one where the reader has him in cuffs and is just teasing the ever loving shit outta him?

Dad’s Best Friend | E ( @empresskylo ) - hopper is your dad's best friend. you definitely should not be attracted to him. at the very least, he should definitely not be attracted to you...

Do Not Touch | E ( @flamehairedwritings ) - A visit to Murray’s house of wonders provides a lot more than you bargained for.

Feral | E ( @irrelevantwriter ) - Jim was trapped in the Upside Down. He made it out and back to you. But all that time away without you means it’s only a matter of time before he snaps.

Good Girl, Bad Woman | E ( @flamehairedwritings ) - You’ll get this round.

Golden Thread | E ( Verbo via AO3 ) - It’s New Year’s Eve, 1982, and tonight you might actually have a chance to act on your long-standing crush on Chief Jim Hopper.

Green | E ( mrs_squirrel_chester via AO3 ) - You’ve had your eye on Hopper for a while now.

Handyman | E ( Pnutbladdr via AO3 ) - Hopper stumbles across your private drawer of sex toys, and one in particular catches his eye

Happy Drinking with Hopper | E ( @likedovesinthewnd ) - After a grueling work week, you and Hopper decide to blow off some steam at your local dive bar.

Haunted House Prompt | E ( @chiefhopalong ) - N/A

Home Sweet Home | E ( @bitchinsinclair ) - Reader entices Hopper to fuck her by wearing his Hawkins PD jacket.

Hop to It | E ( @sherrybaby14 ) - Hopper arrests you for protesting.

Hopper BJ Fic | E ( @lucifer-in-leather ) - N/A

Hopper Can Have Nice Things, Too | E ( @irrelevantwriter ) - A funhouse leads to some fun. 

In the Back of the Truck | E ( @crewhonk ) - You and Jim Hopper have some fun in the back of his truck during the Snowball.

Imagine: Riding Jim Hopper | E ( @imagine-fandom-randoms | DEACTIVATED ) - N/A

Late for A Date | E ( @flamehairedwritings ) - N/A

Late Night Talking | E ( @laureliciousdefinition ) - You visit Hop on a slow night at the station. 

Little Girl/Old Man | E ( DeathBecomesNerds via AO3 ) - After an all-too-adventurous day with Eleven and her friends, Chief Hopper and Eleven's new guardian get a little handsy with each other.

Long Day, Longer Night | E ( @boogiewrites ) - A long day turns into an even longer night after you find yourself alone with the Chief…yet again.

New Year’s Eve | E ( @flamehairedwritings ) - Prompt: Character A can’t travel to see their family, so they invite their grumpy loner neighbor Character B.

Next Contestant | E ( TheCharleeMonstah via AO3 ) - Prompt: JIM HOPPER IN A BAR FIGHT AFTER SOMEBODY GRABS HIS GIRL'S ASS, BAD MOON RISING PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND. SHE IS LIKE 'hopper no-' and he's like 'HOPPER YES' and she ends patching up his cuts and such, maybe a lil smut if you fancy?? ❤️

Not the Fun Kind of Daddy Issues | E ( @boogiewrites ) - Jim Hopper is your ex husband. The fire burned bright but you just aren’t good for each other, you know it. You both try to deal with divorce and trying to raise Jane together despite your differences. Will she end up bringing you back together, or tearing you apart? Or maybe a little of both?

The Main Course | E ( @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash ) - Hopper gets stood up on his date, so you decide to make a move.

Make Me | E ( @likedovesinthewnd ) - You’re Hawkins’ finest prosecutor, smart and resourceful, beautiful and cunning. With most of your time spent at the station, butting heads with the Chief of police, what happens when all that tension comes to a head?

Memories Made in the Coldest Winter | E ( bluetriangles via AO3 ) - When your car dies during the first blizzard of the season, an unlikely savior appears in the form of Jim Hopper.

Mouthful | E ( @eleanor-gillespie ) - Literally the entire thing is reader is giving Hopper a blow job. Hopper is encouraging and adorable and has a dirtier mouth than you.

Movie Night | E ( @flamehairedwritings ) - N/A

The Outfit | E ( @eleanor-gillespie ) - You work retail at the local JCPenney in the men's section. You catch the Chief of Police flirting with a new look... You help boost his confidence.

The Photo Booth | E ( @flamehairedwritings ) - You and Hop need more… posed pictures together.

Picture Perfect | E ( @ssahotchswifemain ) - Hopper and his girlfriend make lasting memories together through photographs. 

Pursue | E ( @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash ) - How far can you push Hopper before he loses control?

Reconciliation | E ( @loveberrie ) - In which y/n and Jim Hopper have recently broken up, but when an incident requiring his presence arises, things may just reconcile. 

Role Reversal | E ( @davidharbovr | DEACTIVATED ) - N/A

Roughin’ It | E ( @glitteringroseangel ) - When Hopper takes off the weekend, The Reader convinces him to go on a camping trip together to help clear his head.

Soaked | E ( @hawkinswhores | DEACTIVATED ) - N/A

Slippery Hell | E ( saltedtears via AO3 ) - Prompt: Hopper trying to fit in the bathtub with his sweetheart.

Sweet Summer Lemonade | E ( @eupheme ) - You go to Murray’s for some help, you end up with a little more than you bargained for.

Tequila Sunrise | E ( MissFiction via AO3 ) - Jim Hopper encounters an office assistant he's been interested in at his favourite seedy bar and demands her attentions all to himself.

There’s More to Mornings Besides Coffee and Contemplation | E ( @irrelevantwriter ) - It’s a special wake up call for our Chief of Police. One that doesn’t include coffee and contemplation.

Three in the Morning | E ( @mikahowl ) - Set right at the beginning of season 1. Reader’s back in Hawkins after graduating from college a couple months ago. As she searches for a more permanent job, she works part-time at the police station. She loves the job, despite the... history between her and her boss, Chief Hopper. A troublemaker in high school, she’s had her fair share of run ins with Hop in the past. But, that’s just it: it’s all in the past. Or is it?

“Too” Big | E ( @bitchinsinclair ) - N/A

Truck Stop | E ( saltedtears via AO3 ) - Prompt: Fucking Hawkins' Chief of police in his truck.

The Upper Hand | E ( @ashlybee ) - working at hawkins police department has it’s perks when jim hopper is your boss, but after a day of you teasing him, he forces you to go to the annual picnic. you haven’t learned your lesson and you continue to tease at the event and hopper puts you in your place.

When It Goes Wrong, It Goes Right | E ( duchess_of_brighton via AO3 ) - Prompt: Where reader tries to make a sexy show for Hopper and it doesn’t go right and she gets embarrassed but Hop comforts her and sexy times ensue…

MULTI-CHAPTER FICS

The Boys in Blue | NR ( MB234 via AO3 ) - Police Chief Jim Hopper was not a man who believed in impossible things. In the pale stark light of the horrifying, awe striking things he’d seen last year, truly the stuff of goddamned nightmares, was it really so impossible that a small, graceful, fucking gorgeous woman half his age could want him?

Moonrise Radio | T ( @whirlybirbs ) - You’re Hawkins high’s new science teacher, faculty advisor for the newly reinstated Hawkins AV club, and crazy townie who overhears a Russian comminucae on a broken ham radio. Chief Jim hopper is into it. Joyce is a good wing-woman and the kids just want to listen the the buggles. 

Ours | M ( @alloftheimagines ) - in which the reader saves hopper from the russian prison camp, and after a soft reunion, shares life-changing news: a baby he had no idea existed awaits him in hawkins.

See You Tomorrow | M ( Teadum via AO3 ) - While you’re staying with your sister Karen and her family you meet a certain police chief when he arrives to drop off his daughter.

Slow Hands | E ( @thebackseatofjimsblazer ) - Robin talks you into going out to the bar for drinks and attention, but you meet Hopper & he promises you things no man has been able to give to you.

Coffee and Infatuation | E ( @likedovesinthewnd ) - Hawkins resident grump and messy Chief of police, Jim Hopper makes an unlikely friend on his quest for coffee. His tumultuous past keeps him from pursuing a relationship. But how long before his true feelings can no longer be ignored?

Don’t Call Her Annie | E ( @boogiewrites ) - Annette Horowitz is Joyce’s younger sister. She hasn’t been the perfect sibling or aunt but after she finds out Will is missing, she finds herself crashing back into Hawkins to do everything in her power to help, driven by a need to prove herself. She hasn’t been around much in the past 20 or so years, but when she comes back home she finds old friends, old habits and old feelings she’d thought she’d finally escaped. Can she really change or is she just kidding herself?

For Your Age | E ( @acciosnapes | DEACTIVATED ) - After graduation, you want one thing, and one thing only. And his name is Chief Jim Hopper. [ PART TWO ] 

Homecoming | E ( duchess_of_brighton via AO3 ) - You and Hopper first met when you were both in downward spirals, grieving and lost. For a while, you gave each other solace, but it didn't last. Two years later you return to Hawkins, hoping to make amends and walk away without regrets this time. Funny how life never turns out quite the way you plan it...

Hungry Eyes | E ( adkinsmayo via AO3 ) - You never thought older men were your type. Older men still weren’t really your type. Unless that older man happened to be Jim Hopper. And from the way you two dance around each other in the office, makes you think younger women just might be his type. Or maybe you just happen to be his type.

Looking for the Magic | E ( @alias-b ) - Nothing ever happens in Hawkins. Jim Hopper told himself that when he was drawn back to his hometown after losing everything. Lucy Garland would disagree. The monsters here are just cleverly disguised in fine suits.

Ride Home | E ( @empresskylo ) - you had always thought chief jim hopper was hot. and you knew he thought the same about you, he just tried to hide it because it was wrong–he knew your dad for fuck’s sake… (oh, and you were still in high school.) however, after hopper crashes a house party, you ask him for a ride home. hopper briefly loses his self-control promising to never do it again…

SPECIAL FICS

Santa Baby | E ( @trailerparkgrl ) - N/A (Based on Violent Night)

Three’s Company | E ( @irrelevantwriter ) - our coworkers decide to pop in for a late night visit.

[velvetcloxds]

hey could I request a blurb for dbf! hopper where he calls reader whenever he needs help with eleven? love your blurbs!

OUR GIRL | J.H.

word count: 1k

warnings: I made this nanny!reader x dbf!hopper, hope that's okay, age gap obviously, reader is in their twenties. giggles terribly because I love him so much- also the gif??? ignore the blood though

summary: hopper asking you to come over after eleven and mike broke up

You were sitting with your back against the wall, Eleven gripping her pillow tightly though her head was settled in your lap, your fingers digging through her hair in an attempt to calm her down. When Hopper called claiming he was having trouble with her attitude you'd expected to come over to settle a little pre-teen-encouraged spat, what you found, however, was a girl trying to cope with her first breakup.

"Ellie, I'm so sorry," you hummed, the girl moving further into your lap, looking up at you with the saddest brown eyes and absolutely breaking your own heart in the process. "Boys suck," was your simple reply, and though Hopper was stuck in the hall, not allowed in but obviously peaking through the half-closed window, he offered a little nod in agreement.

You'd been the designated nanny for all the kids in town, getting first-hand information about all the latest couples and crushes and you'd sworn to give Mike Wheeler a hiding at his full pre-teen age if he so much as caused a frown on the little Hopper's lips. She was special to you, always the best company if you had to finish an assignment when watching her, helping you with dinner when Jim was working late and it didn't help at all when you and Jim ended up in your complicated little love affair, you'd rearrange the whole town for her before, you'd wipe out the whole world for her now.

"Dad said so too," she sighed and you couldn't stop yourself from pulling her up into a hug, knowing she'd long outgrown being sat up in your lap to be coddled when sad but it was awful hearing her cry like this and she clearly didn't mind, nuzzling her head into your chest with a few sniffles. "Said he'd beat Mike up if I wanted, I didn't," you had to smile, looking up to the door knowing Jim was there, knowing he'd catch your eyes and shrug.

"You can still change your mind," the man noted, and when he pushed his head through the open space both you and Eleven shook your head, sharing a knowing look before reaching a hand out to beckon him over.

"Come on in, old man," you breathed.

"Dad," she groaned and peaked up from where she'd been engulfed in your, Jim's, sweater, letting him take her hand despite her pride, managing a little smile when you squeezed her one more time. "Not cool."

"Listen, Ellie," you stepped in, guiding her to look at you, smoothing some hair from her face and dotting away the wetness under her eyes. "Not all boys are trouble, you know, despite what your dad says, but do you maybe want to wait a little longer before trying the whole dating thing again?" she nodded quickly, if this is how bad Mike, her friend, could make her feel then she had zero interest in any other boys.

"No more boys, ever," she concluded and Hopper was very pleased with that, a wide smile dipping into his lips and earning him a warning raised brow from you. "Except for Dad," she added and made both you and Jim laugh lightly. "He's a good one, that's why he's your boyfriend," she explained and wiped her cheek dry, shrugging as if it was all very self-explanatory.

"He is a good one," you agreed, happy that she was no longer crying, clearly still sad but no longer needing the extra cuddles you had planned for later.

"Do all boys break your heart?" the purest little question, Hopper looked to you to answer, this entire conversation was not for him because he could swear she was just his little El yesterday and now she's talking about boys.

"Not all of them, not the good ones," she moved to sit next to you, a little yawn slipping from her lips, tired from all the crying and the long day and the drama that was sure to come, so you brushed a hand up and down her back, an old habit from when she struggled to fall asleep. "Your dad would never," you were looking at him, smiling just as widely as he was, it was something to behold, such a silly little gesture but it was true, Jim Hopper would protect your heart for as long as he could and you knew that for sure.

"Okay, so I just need to find a good one then, like Dad," Eleven yawned again and you nodded for Hopper to meet you in the hallway, slipping out from your little corner and holding onto the girl's hand as she moved to lay down, sighing happily as you draped her with a blanket, tucking her in just as you usually do.

"You don't have to worry about that now though, you know, just stay our little Ellie for a little while longer, won't you?" you crouched down to be at her level, smiling at her sleepy state and she giggled lightly at your comment.

"I'll try," she mumbled and you kissed her forehead, booped her nose, and squeezed her hand three times just like you'd do when she fell back asleep after a bad nightmare. "I love you, blueberry," she breathed, eyes closing, heart already asleep but mind fighting it just for a few seconds.

"I love you too, pancake," and you did, she wasn't yours, not even slightly but you loved her like she was, like you'd been a part of her life forever, and in special moments like these it felt like you were. "We need to have a little word with Wheeler," you announced tiptoeing into the kitchen where Jim was already making you a cup of cocoa, silently bribing you to stay a little longer.

"We can meet him in the alley," he scoffed and you were drawn to him without any control, melting into his back as you snaked your arms around his waist. "Thank you for coming to talk to our girl," he sounded shy in the statement, busying himself by putting too much sugar in the mug Eleven got you for your birthday, she'd painted it herself and admittedly it looked awful but it was your favourite thing in the world.

"Our girl," you breathed and the words sounded so perfect to your ears, tasted like home on your lips. "We do make a good team though, don't we?"

"The best," he lifted one of your hands from his waist, squeezing it three times, kissing it softly, holding it tight. "You staying the night?"

"Will you help me study if I do?" he wouldn't, he'd distract you long enough for you to cave and cuddle but you had an extra day to study anyway so you'd risk it.

"Of course, I will," he reached a hand around and patted your butt gently, completely contradicting his words. "No distractions, no kisses until you're done," you giggled, kissing the space between his shoulder blades and you didn't need to see his smirk to know it was there, hand not showing any signs of moving.

"Liar."

[gibbsbi]

A Billy kind of love

- Growing up in Hawkins, being close with Steve and Jonathan

- Hopper The Godfather 🤪

- Babysitting the kids growing up

- Moving at 14 because father got a promotion

- Living in NYC and not even a few months of living there, getting r**** and then two years later parents die in a car crash so Maria returns to Hawkins to live with her moms best friend in her old house

- Debbie (the “aunt”) trusts her and doesn’t care how long or where she is seeing as she works long hours and lets her do whatever she wants

- Maria riding her fathers motorcycle around Hawkins and no one knowing who she is

- Summer before her senior year

- Lives on Max and Billy’s street and sees Max one day trying to do a trick on her board and helps her out

- Max becoming quickly attached and introduces her to the group only to find out that they all knew her ( is highkey jealous and becomes clingy af)

- Reunited with Steve and Jonathan and the kids

- Mother figure (sorry Steve)

- Everyone calling her Ma and El becoming so attached she calls her Mom when she doesn’t realize it, when she’s sleepy or in a panic (which is often lets be honest)

- Takes care of her in Hopp’s absence, stays over when Hopp is working late and feeds her actual food

- Hosts Dungeons and Dragons at her house every other week and everyone sleeps over during the summer

- Billy banging on the door only to find Maria opening it in just a tank and small sleep shorts with her glasses on and a zip up hoodie that’s falling off one shoulder

- Shocked for a moment before turning on the charm

- “Hey, you must be Maria right? I’m Billy, Max’s older brother. She never told me you were so gorgeous”

- Maria letting out a small scoff/laugh and telling him about the tradition of sleeping over every other week, eyes lighting up when she tells him what they do

- Him listening attentively to what she says with a small smile and thanking her for watching out for the kids, politely declining her invite to join them for dinner even though he lowkey really wanted to but instead wishes her goodnight and kisses her hand goodbye

- Everyone in shock at his behavior

- Lets Max stay there and for the rest of the night everyone is staring at Maria in shock

- The next day everyone leaves and Maria takes El and Max to the pool in her old pickup truck

- Sets up across the pool, directly in the line of sight of the lifeguard

- Billy immediately noticing it’s the girl he saw last night and sits up in his seat, peering over his sunglasses and bites his lip as Maria peels off her tank top and shimmies out of her shorts to reveal a tight red bikini that leaves little to the imagination

- Glaring at the other people checking her out

- Notices she comes the the pool every Monday, Wednesday and weekend for a couple hours before closing and stays till close when not as many people come unless the kids drag her and makes sure to be working those shifts

- Billy flirting with her at any and every opportunity but to no avail

- “Need some help applying sunscreen gorgeous?”

- ���Actually yes please i can’t reach my back”

- Is slightly flustered at her soft skin and the small sigh that leaves her cherry lips

- Dies when he hears her speaking in Italian for the first time

- She was yelling at Hopper

- Noticed how he gets flustered when she speaks in her tongue and makes sure to compliment him in it somewhat often just to see his ears burn red

- Would make any and every excuse to see her and stops by her house claiming to look for Max

- The first time he’s reluctant to come over and get max is because he’s sporting a split lip and a bruise from his father but goes over anyway

- Tries to avoid eye contact and remain cool by keeping his sunglasses on even though it’s dark but when Maria gasps and cradles his face, taking off his glasses, he doesn’t see pity he sees heartbreak and is confused

- Immediately drags him to her couch, “sit”

- Gently cleans up his lip, letting out the softest sorry when he lets out a small hiss and gives him a pack of iced peas to bring down the swelling in his cheek

- “Max! Go to bed I’ll be there in a while I forgot to do something for a class”

- Forces him to stay the night and takes care of him

- From then on would come to her in the middle of the night to patch up and would cuddle with her, leaving a thank you note on her pillow, leaving before the sun came up

- Finds Max’s Walkie-Talkie one day when he hears your voice

- “Max… ple-please….. can….. can’t bre”

- Drops the Walkie-Talkie and sprints to her house, banging on the door but it’s locked so he runs to her window that’s always open and calls out her name

- “MARIA!”

- Finds her collapsed on the kitchen floor half conscious

- Barely coherent she tells him to get her nebulizer in the pantry cabinet and he fumbles around with shaking hands trying to figure it out

- He’s terrified, she’s barely breathing

- When her breathing becomes normal he doesn’t let go, he’s terrified

- She tells him it’s normal, her asthma is really bad and flares up randomly and leaves her so weak and tired

- Picks her up and cradles her to his chest

- “Let me take care of you now”

- Becomes SO protective

- Carries an extra inhaler on him at all times

- Never lets her forget to take it everyday at lunch

- After a really bad episode he confesses

- Cutest couple >:3

- He teases Maria but can’t handle when Maria does it back

- May have screamed when going on her motorcycle for the first time

- Hates the kids for stealing Maria’s attention

- Becomes a better person and has a better relationship with max

- Loves holding her in any way as a form of reassurance

- Secret hidden kisses

- Hand. On. Thigh. When. Driving.

- When either one is driving

- Doesn’t drive as fast anymore, still really fast but slightly slower but will speed up sometimes to make her laugh

- Keeps her mixtapes in the car

- Only lets her change the music

- Maria cutting Max and Billy’s hair

- Billy leaving marks on her to show people that she’s his and when she gives him some he becomes so proud and shows them off

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Perv!Dark!Jim Hopper x fem!reader • Jealousy, angst, posessive Hopper • Hopper has a corruption kink and some dark fantasies about reader

PART TWO

Chief Jim Hopper knew he had a problem; several, in fact. There was his moderate abuse of alcohol which bordered on severe, especially under times of heightened stress (which to be fair, seemed like most of the time these days). Then there was his pill addiction, the ones he found himself leaning on throughout the day when the effects of the previous night’s alcohol had worn off. But the problem Hopper had that bothered him the most, perhaps, was the one that involved YOU…

He was absolutely, unequivocally in lust with you. Every time Hopper saw you, the limited bit of feminism he’d learned over the years flew right out the window. He wanted you, and not in a pretty way, or any way that implied romance, flowers, dating, none of that. He wanted you carnally, in a way that almost frightened him because of the strength behind it.

Hopper knew he could control himself, at least physically. He wasn’t worried about that, wasn’t concerned that he’d hurt you. But mentally…he was out of control. The fantasies that filled his mind involving you were beyond pornographic; they were sinful. Everything sweet about you, everything pure, Hopper wanted to corrupt.

As the station’s new secretary, he saw you daily, heard your voice chatting on the phone and with your co-workers. And fuck, how he wanted you. He wanted to know if your pretty face would still look so sweet, so innocent, with his cum running down it? How distorted would your sweet voice sound with his cock rammed down your throat? Would you still be smiling if his hands were in your hair, yanking it backwards as he stretched your asshole beyond its capacity to take him?

Hopper knew he was sick. And sometimes, when he was alone and drunk, or high, he didn’t fucking care that he was sick. He didn’t mind being a monster, in those moments with his hand around his cock, lying on his back with his eyes closed, imagining your mouth around him instead. Servicing him, seducing him, your pretty eyes on his and only him.

He was your boss, after all. Your superior in every way. How Hopper wished he could take advantage of that superiority, to abuse his position of power as thoroughly as he longed to abuse your throat. It was all fantasy, of course, and therefore safe. A secret indulgence that Hopper took little pride in during sobriety, but that he found himself a slave to when intoxicated. Even at the station, he’d have no choice but to relieve himself in the privacy of his office.

Hearing your voice just outside his door, knowing what you were wearing as he’d seen you when he entered the station that morning, Hopper would lock his door and have his pants undone before he got back to his chair. He’d loosen the top buttons of his shirt, sit back and stroke himself to the sound of your voice beyond the door, hanging on your words, the gentle trill of your laughter. He’d imagine how pretty your moans would sound as he took you from behind, how sweetly you’d whimper as he pumped his cum inside you, then licked you clean.

Hopper would reach for whatever was nearby, usually his emptied coffee cup from that morning, and ejaculate into it. And what a poor substitute for your mouth it was, he’d think, breathless and leaning fully back in his chair, cock still leaking and twitching in his hand. He’d always toss the cup into the trash can and clean himself up, so no one suspected a thing. No one else at the station was aware of his perversions, and that’s how Hopper wanted it to be. He knew that if his secret got out, it would ruin his already faltering reputation within the community. Hawkins was his hometown, and had generally been sympathetic considering his past trauma and choice to return home after the death of his daughter. But this? Combined with the rumors of Hopper’s substance abuse, the fact that he was lusting after the new secretary at least ten years his junior would likely solidify his reputation as a degenerate and render him unfit for duty.

Hopper was lonely, very lonely. It had been months since he’d last had a woman, and even then, it was so casual and boring that it meant nothing to him. He hadn’t even wanted her, truthfully; she was just a wet, willing mouth to suck him off, parked behind The Hideaway bar downtown after they’d both indulged in far too many beers. She’d swallowed his cum, he’d fingered her in the front seat to climax, and that was the end of it. She’d left his car for her own, parked a few feet away, and they’d never seen each other since. She’d tried to get his attention in the weeks after, but Hopper wasn’t interested.

Because a week later, you’d come to work at the station, and Hopper’s world (at least, his internal world) had been flipped upside down. He’d never been more attracted to anyone in his life, never felt such an instinctive, primal yearning for a woman who he literally knew almost nothing about. But really, Hopper would ask himself, did he need to know more? He could see everything he wanted to take from you, from just one look in your direction. That body…those soft pink lips that would look even softer with his cum dripping out of them…Your eyes, beautiful eyes that he needed to see rolled back while gagging on his cock…

Hopper was reaching a breaking point, he feared. Although he knew he’d never hurt you, he needed to. He needed to know what you felt like around his dick, what sounds you’d make taking him. He wondered if you’d ever been with a man as big as him before? Hopper knew he was hung, at least three inches above the average man’s size. He was thick too, and he knew from experience that women appreciate a cock with not only length but girth as well. He knew he could pease you, could do things to your body that no other man ever had, if only you’d allow him. If only, if only, if only…

Hopper was drowning in ‘if only’s.’ One way or another, he would have you. The first step , he decided, was to approach you as a colleague. Not as your boss, necessarily, even though that’s what he was. He needed to be subtle about his approach, so as not to come across as abusing his position of power over you. This needed to go down smoothly, softly, a calculated plan of action that Hopper was dedicated to seeing through, from the beginning to where it ended with his cock buried inside you…

He planned to approach you at the station’s annual ‘Spring Fling,’ a community fundraising event for local charities held every year on the second Saturday in April. Hopper chose this event because it was outside of work, yet as an employee of the Hawkins P.D. you were sure to be there. The days leading up to the Spring Fling were the hardest for Hopper, both figuratively and literally. He’d never had to masturbate so often in his life, finding himself painfully hard through most of the work day just being near you. Thank god for the privacy of his office and the lock on its door. Hopper had begun taking extra coffee in the morning with the excuse that he was more tied than usual, with the actual intent of dumping the coffee out and using the empty cups to cum inside.

He groomed himself as usual the morning of the event, taking slightly longer to adjust himself in the mirror before leaving his trailer. Hopper had been a little self conscious about his weight in recent years, but he was tall and knew that his height worked as an advantage for him. Straightening in the mirror, pressing his shoulders back, he met his eyes in his reflection, their deep, intense blue. He was ready.

Hopper planned to make casual, friendly conversation with you, before inviting you to dinner. He’d control his body as best he could, force his eyes not to wander from your eyes to anywhere besides your lips, perhaps, and even then, for the briefest of moments. He needed to seal this deal, to secure your trust (although as Chief of Police and your employer, he was reasonably sure he already had it). No need to get ahead of himself, however, Hopper remembered. It was better to assume you had at least a neutral opinion of him before proceeding, rather than expect your automatic approval.

When he arrived at the Spring Fling, Hopper was surprised to see how just many people had turned out. The event usually drew a big crowd, but the majority of Hawkins seemed to be there this year. It was promising for the charities hoping to earn donations that day, but made Hopper’s effort to spot you in the crowd more difficult. He met up with officers Callahan and Powell, and lingered with them near the stage set up for music to be performed later, hoping that perhaps the trio of them would catch your eye and prompt you to say hello.

When Hopper did see you, he was awestruck. You were, to him, like something divine: an angel dressed in white, your long skirt moving gently in the light April breeze, the neckline low enough to display your breasts but modest enough to keep his mind actively wondering for more. Your hair was pinned up by bright yellow ribbons, tied together at the back of your head to create what looked to Hopper like the crown a princess in a fairytale might wear.

You were so effortlessly elegant, so perfectly innocent, moving through the crowd completely unaware of the effect you were having on Hopper, and likely most of the other men in attendance. Hopper opened his lips to speak as you approached, but was stopped short when he noticed the young man walking alongside you. Hopper hadn’t seen him before, had been so lost in the sight of you that anyone else near you had faded into the background of his vision, blurred by your presence.

The young man smiled and placed his arm around your waist, as if to claim you. Hopper’s jaw tightened; he’d seen this man before. Up close, he was barely a man at all, at least as Hopper perceived. This was a boy, in his early twenties Hopper assumed. Hopper wondered what this boy was doing for you, what he was doing to you, knowing full well that he could do it so much better, regardless of how good this boy was in bed-

“Chief!” you said brightly, pulling Hopper from his vindictive string of thoughts. “It’s so good to see you! I can’t believe this many people showed up today, isn’t it great?”

Hopper forced a polite smile onto his face.

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’m glad to see such a big turnout.” Hopper’s eyes narrowed slightly at the man with his arm around your waist. “You look beautiful, (y/n),” he said, and you smiled, cheeks going slightly pink. Because of course they did. Of course you blushed easily, because you were so sweet, so soft. And it made Hopper want to absolutely ruin you…

“Who’s your friend?” he asked, his tone slightly sharper than he’d intended. You smiled and looked up at the (admittedly handsome, Hopper conceded) man beside you. “This is Steve, my boyfriend,” you replied, your cheeks going pinker. The young man extended his hand to Hopper for a friendly shake. “Steve Harrington,” he said, his big brown eyes full of a joy that Hopper had only dreamed of ever experiencing. “My mom runs one of the charities participating here today, right over-.” He pointed awkwardly past Hopper, who didn’t bother to look, chuckling slightly. “-Over there,” Steve continued, adding “it’s good to meet you, Chief.”

Hopper studied the boy a moment longer, committing to memory all of the details about him he’d have to pick apart and analyze later. “Likewise,” Hopper lied, taking Steve’s hand and squeezing harder than he needed. Steve’s eyebrows rose but his smile remained polite. “Well uh, (y/n) tells me a lot about her new job,” Steve said, his tone pleasant as ever. Hopper’s eyes shifted back to you. “Does she?” he asked, and you smiled up at Steve.

“I tell him what I can,” you teased. “But not all the details; I can’t give away too much information about everything that goes on at the station-.” You playfully patted Hopper’s arm, and he swallowed. “-You know,” you continued. “Official police business and all that…”

Hopper knew you only were being friendly, but his paranoia made him wonder exactly how much you knew about what went on at the station? Specifically, his daily masturbation when you were just outside his door? Hopper forced the possibility away, refusing to entertain it. If you knew about it, you probably wouldn’t be so friendly towards him right now, or anytime for that matter. You’d probably think your boss was a pervert (and that’s exactly what Hopper knew he was) never speaking to him again unless you had to. You were too sweet, too innocent, to ever condone such carnal, almost animalistic behavior from a man, surely. At least, that’s what Hopper had always assumed. It’s why he wanted to test how far he could soil such a pretty little flower, to pluck every petal and see what you were capable of underneath?

“Only good things,” Steve assured Hopper. He nodded politely. “Well that’s good to hear,” Hopper said, but he wasn’t looking at Steve; he was looking at you. “(Y/N) is a real asset to the station. We’re lucky to have her.”

Steve smiled down at you warmly. “Me too,” he murmured, and you leaned into each other for a quick kiss. Hopper felt his blood boiling.

You noticed the odd look on the Chief’s face, and felt slightly embarrassed. Even though you weren’t at work, and in a casual setting, you worried maybe it was still unprofessional to give your boyfriend a kiss in this situation? In front of your boss? You were still learning the proper decorum for working at the station, and you hoped your innocent display with Steve hadn’t rubbed Hopper the wrong way. The last thing you wanted to be was unprofessional.

To lighten the mood, you decided to attempt a joke. “I think,” you told Steve, glancing from him to Hopper. “The reason the Chief likes me is because I get him those extra cups of coffee right away every time he asks for them.”

Hopper couldn’t help it; his eyes widened slightly. You were giggling, probably oblivious to the actual weight of what you’d said, but…Hopper’s paranoia lurched in his stomach. What if…what if you did know? He scanned your eyes for any sign of hidden meaning, for any indication that you were on to his behavior behind the office door. But all Hopper saw in your eyes was, as usual, a beautiful innocence that lay waiting to be corrupted…

Steve chimed in with “I’ll bet you need every last drop too, huh Chief?”

Hopper frowned at him, not understanding for a moment before he realized Steve was talking about coffee. “With your job, being so stressful, I mean.”

Hopper nodded, realizing that his dislike of Steve Harrington was rapidly shifting to hatred. “Yeah, it’s a job alright,” Hopper muttered in Steve’s direction, still avoiding looking at him.

You noticed a friend of your and Steve’s a few feet away, and waved to them. Steve saw them as well, and you both took a step in their direction. “Gotta go, boss,” you smiled warmly at Hopper. “See you Monday morning.”

Hopper grinned tightly, glancing very briefly at Steve when the younger man took his hand again. “Pleasure to meet ya, Chief,” Steve told him. Hopper didn’t return the sentiment.

The rest of the event dragged on for Hopper monotonously. Although he tried his best to avoid seeking you out in the crowd, he still found himself looking for the yellow ribbons adorning your hair, and the white dress that drifted so gently in the breeze. It was a welcome distraction in a way, having so many people around, speaking to him even though he had no interest in them or their conversation. There was only one person in the crowd that he cared about; and now, he knew that having you would be more of a challenge than ever.

Hopper felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned. He was looking at a woman, and it took him a solid thirty seconds to recognize that she was the woman he’d fucked in his car months ago. “Hello there, Sherrif,” she said with an overly flirtatious drawl, her voice and demeanor reeking of desperation. She slid her hand down Hopper’s arm, and he watched it, noting the harsh, tacky shade of her nail polish. He knew that you would never wear such a color. You kept your nails neat and pretty, painted in soft pastels like the flowers in your hair.

Hopper hated this woman’s hand on him. He hated the way her neon pink lipstick had transferred onto her teeth as she smiled up at him, waiting for validation. Hopper wondered how long it would take to wash that disgusting pink lipstick off his dick later? He smiled back at the woman, watching her light up at his attention, that he remembered her. There was nothing in this for Hopper, he realized, besides a quick fix to a problem only your body, your mouth, could solve for him.

He looked past the woman briefly just in time to see you and Steve leaving the event together, hardly able to keep your hands off each other. It was all the motivation Hopper needed to make yet another bad decision; and so he took the woman’s hand in his, and asked her a question he already knew the answer to: “What’re you doing tonight?”

[ervotica]

dbf!hopper in which your parents ask him to watch you because you twisted your ankle at the pool :( you couldn’t be safer than with the sheriff, but your parents don’t know you two are closer than they think

“it’s absolutely sweltering, how can you still want to cuddle?!”

i’m torn between smutty n fluffy so u choose bae 🫡

Thank you for this my lovely, my love for our one and only Sheriff Hopper is unmatched; Hopper humours your dramatics over a twisted ankle, fluff ensues; 800 words

bambi’s sun kissed summer celly

“Hi, Honey.”

You’re pouting the moment you limp through the police station; you know you are, and it only gets more prominent, your soft little lip pushing further out as Hopper catches a glimpse of your deflated countenance.

You hop your way over to his desk, the door swinging shut behind you, and plant your bum onto the solid wood furniture in front of the older man. Your thighs squish, pushing against the seams of your frayed denim shorts; Jim thinks you’re practically edible.

“How’d you manage that, huh?” He lifts your swollen ankle, resting the heel of your foot against his thick thigh as you whine and halfheartedly explain how you tripped and sprained your ankle at the pool.

“Wasn’t my fault! Tripped ‘cos Hargrove distracted me, fuckin’ shouting.”

“Language.”

You huff and roll your eyes but you don’t curse again. He begins rubbing soothing circles into your calf, squashing the flesh in and then pulling it tight, working his way up your leg until he’s at the pudge of your hip. He squeezes you there, laughs as you prickle and squirm under his heated stare.

“Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

He lifts you with ease, hooking your legs over one of his arms where the other holds you up at the base of your spine. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, what with the chief being your dad’s closest friend; no one ever realises there might be more to your relationship than that.

He deposits you safely in the passenger seat of his car, pausing to pinch your chin and nudge you gently into the centre of the seat.

“Attagirl,” he mumbles, leaning over you to fasten your seatbelt; you don’t bother telling him that you’re capable of doing it yourself. You adore the attention from him.

You’re dozy and content on the ride to Hopper’s cabin despite the throbbing in your ankle. Lolling your head to the side, you gaze at the man next to you with a level of adoration only seen in cringy romance movies.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he teases in that deadpan way he jokes; you flush white-hot right down to your toes.

After he parks, you let him lift you back out of the car and snuggle in close; the frayed hem of your cut off t-shirt tickles his arm. If it bothers him he doesn’t say so. You reach up and scratch at his jaw, fingers touching and then spreading out until they’re splayed across his stubbled cheek.

The couch is a welcome comfort; it smells of Jim, feels like him as you sink into it with a happy little grunt. You whine and reach for him when he steps away to toe his heavy boots off, quickly perking back up as he makes his way towards you, towards his permanent dent in the seat cushion.

You knock his hat off of his head with the way you fly across the space between the pair of you and into his lap; he doesn’t even scold you as he usually would. You thank the Lord for your injury. His arms naturally fit around your body and he hikes you up until you’re comfortable cradled in his lap, your hurt leg stretched straight to avoid any unnecessary tension.

“Honey,” he laughs, this deep bellowing sound that pushes his eyes half shut and reveals smile lines mostly hidden from the outside world. “It’s absolutely sweltering, how can you still want to cuddle?”

“Missed you,” you mumble into the fabric of his Sheriff’s uniform. “Need a cuddle.”

He coos something sweet that isn’t quite a word and you make a funny sound somewhere between contentment and a complaint. Your face goes to the juncture of his neck, eyes closed as his hand spreads across the top of your head and locks you tight against him. You go still and limp.

“‘s nice,” you slur, already well on your way to being asleep.

“You fallin’ asleep on me, sweet thing?”

“No,” you mildly protest; you both know it’s a lie. You press a featherlight kiss to his neck, and then another. Jim’s fingers scratch at your scalp the way he knows you like.

“That nice?” he asks.

Your replying snore tickles his neck.

[hoe-for-hopper]

Visiting Hopper

WARNINGS: unprotected piv, daddy kink, fingering

Word Count: 978

Summary: You know the drill. No Plot, Just Vibes.

A/N: I <3 Hopper. Also, I suck at endings.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SMUT BELOW THE CUT~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“For the last time, I’m not coming out to your house unless there is an actual crime you need to report.” You can hear Hopper angrily speaking to someone on the phone before slamming it into the receiver and swearing. 

Hesitating, you poke your head through the crack in his door and knock softly. “Hi.” 

“Oh, hi, baby. Come in. Shut the door behind you, please.” Hopper pushes his chair back and walks around his desk to meet you. Pulling your small frame close to his chest, he inhales the scent of your shampoo, letting out a low groan. “What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to stop by. You know, I was over this way.” Your mouth transforms into a mischievous grin as you trace shapes on his broad chest.

“Mm. Is that so?” He grabs your sides as he holds you at arm’s length taking you in. “You look so beautiful.” You’re wearing the flowy sundress Hopper had gotten you for your birthday. Blushing, you smack his arm before moving to perch on the edge of his desk, spreading your legs slightly, pretending to be innocent. He glances down at your open legs before his eyes flicker back up to yours, “Oh, I see. Why don’t you tell Daddy what you really came here for?” In a second, he’s spread your legs wider, stepping between them and pulling your mouth to his.

Batting your eyes and looking up at his large frame through your lashes, “I don’t what you’re talking about, Chief.”

Your words make Hopper’s cock swell, straining painfully against his uniform. He leans forward, pushing you down onto your back with his body, mouth hovering over your ear to whisper, “Don’t be shy.” 

You’re trying to hold out for as long as possible, but Hopper is always better at teasing than you are. “I just wanted to see you.” Your sex is already dripping, feeling the weight of his body on yours.

“Okay then, I’ll get back to work.” He kisses your neck before lifting himself off of you. 

With the loss of his weight pressing into you, you whisper, “Okay, okay. I want you.” 

Letting out a small chuckle, “I thought so.” He pushes your dress up, sliding your panties down to your ankles where they fall to the floor. Dragging a finger through your slit, you can hear how wet you are for him. “So wet, already? I haven’t even touched you yet.” He’s smiling down at you and you move your hips up and down, trying to create friction. “Needy.”

Using one hand to undo his belt and unzip his uniform pants, the other is curling inside of you, making you squirm. Biting your lip, you know you have to be quiet, you don’t want the other officers in the office to hear the sounds you make when Hopper fucks you. 

Pushing his finger in one last time, he replaces it with his thick length, not giving you time to adjust to the size of him. Pulling your legs around his waist, he slips his hands under your hips to lift you off the desk, angling himself deeper. “This what you wanted?” Hopper is quieting his own grunts as he thrusts into you, your movements pushing papers off his desk.

Not trusting yourself to open your mouth, you just nod. Reaching up over your head to grip the edges of the desk, you knock his coffee mug to the floor landing with the loud crash of broken ceramic. 

Hopper slows his pace as footsteps approach his door. “Everything okay in there, Chief?” The locked doorknob wiggles.

“Yeah. Get back to work!” He looks back down at you, “Careful.” He leans forward to growl into your ear. He stands back up to fuck into you even harder and faster than before, his calloused hands gripping you tightly. “Oh sweetheart, I can feel you. You gonna cum? Cum all over my cock.”

Your building orgasm hits its peak and you’re trying desperately to hold in your cries of pleasure. Hopper’s hand flies to your mouth when he sees your back arch off the desk. One hand still gripping the edge and the other grasping Hopper’s large wrist. 

He doesn’t stop or slow his pace, instead he presses his hand firmer onto your mouth as his other hand grips your hip. He hums as his head falls backward. His hands gripping you tighter, you feel him twitch inside you. Leaning forward, his forearms placed next to your head, he kisses your temple. “Doing so good. Not gonna last much longer.”

Your walls clench around him at his praise. You shut your eyes, attempting to hold off the moans you can feel forming on your tongue. As he peppers kisses up and down your face, his movements grow more erratic, his breathing heavier.

Giving one last deep, hard thrust, he finishes inside of you. Your walls closing down around the warm liquid.

Hopper helps you stand up and fixes your dress before scooping your discarded underwear off the floor. He helps you slide back into them before pulling you close and tucking you into his chest. Kissing the top of your head, he whispers, “I really have to get back to work, baby.” 

You snuggle into his embrace before pulling away. “I’ll see you at home.”

Hopper walks you through the station, you can feel the other officer’s eyes on you and you wonder if they know what the two of you just did. Smiling, you follow your boyfriend out of the front doors towards your car.

“I’ll be home late tonight. You don’t have to wait up for me.” Hopper helps you into your car, leaving a fresh kiss on your lips.

Your whole body is still tingling as you drive back to the cabin thinking that you’ll definitely wait up for him tonight.

[sunnylands-world]

Batch of cookies

Pairing: Jim Hopper x fem reader

Summary: You've just moved to town with your parents. your mother thinks it's only the neighborly thing to do for you to bring cookies to the chief your father works with but not everything stays that way…

Word count: 1'793

Warning: p in v, daddy kink, oral [fem receiving], pet names [sugar, pretty girl…]

Universe: stranger things

A/n: here's this one guys since I started writing it a while ago

You stayed across the street from the chief of police for the past few years you had been living in Hawkins. Your mother insisted you bring him some of the cookies you baked. The first time you knocked hopper thought you were a girl scout. you were sixteen with a sugar, sweet smile and held the plate out when he answered. You were in a flowy skirt and a somewhat tight white t-shirt that was tucked in. Your thighs showed beneath the skirt and your baby blue bra was visible in the plain shirt which he noticed before you snapped him out of his train of lustful thoughts.

"Hi," you beamed. Jim was exhausted and not in a very good mood on top of the hard-on forming in his work pants.

"Look kid, I don't buy cookies from girl scouts so you can leave my porch." he said, going to shut the door.

"Oh no chief, I'm y/n. My father works at the station with you and my mom said to bring cookies as a thank you." you said presenting the cookies again. His eyebrow raised as he looked across the street and back at you.

"For your service sir" you said, reading the expression on his face. He nodded, taking the plate and shutting the door.

You immediately assumed he was not interested in friendly neighbors. After that, you saw him to drop off cookies which he grew to love. you begin to enjoy seeing him on his porch with a cigarette in between his lips and looking exhausted. When you're at the door, his uniform would be unbuttoned, a white shirt, sweaty and his brown hair stuck to his forehead. Today was a bit different… your dad had asked hopper to watch you while he and your mother left.

of course, he didn't like the idea; not because he didn't like your company but because he realized this would mean you were at his place for the night after he watched you leave in and out of your house in your short skirts and fantasy about what was under. he tried to tell them off saying you were eighteen and would be fine but your father insisted that he didn't want his precious daughter at home alone so here you were with cookies, a small bag of clothes, and waiting for instructions on where to sleep.

"You can sleep in the extra room, the bathrooms right there," he said pointing out the places and you nodded, setting down the cookies.

"Can I shower?" you asked heading towards the bathroom.

"Yeah," he responded. You entered the bathroom, stripped yourself down, and got into the shower trying to clear up your anxious thoughts about being in his home knowing you'd touched yourself to the thought of him. A few minutes passed before you were out, damp hair and in your sleeping gown. hopper's eyes widened as he looked longer than was appropriate. your eyes raked over him as he sat with a white tank top and boxers. you couldn't deny how much you wanted him right now. your eyes trained on his underwear that now had enlarged in his lower region and back up to his.

"hop i-" he quickly got up heading for his room before he or you did something you might regret. you grabbed his wrist pulling him down and kissing him softly he let his lips move against yours eagerly before he pulled back shaking his head.

"no your-i" he stuttered, trying to fight his lust. "But I want to," you said, searching his eyes.

"Please hop no one else can make it go away," you begged and he caved with a groan as you giggled in excitement. He sat back on the couch pulling you on top of him. hands grabbing your ass with a tight squeeze, lips crashing into each other desperately as you rocked against him. His teeth bite your lower lip, causing prickles of pain, but it hurt in a good way, knowing he was so in need that he'd bite you. A moan leaves you as his tongue slides in tasting the open space.

his hands grip tighter as you continue to rock against him only worried about the wetness soaking your panties. It brings light pleasure to your aching pussy, but it's not enough. His lips left yours leaving light kisses across your jaw with heavy breaths as he moved closer to your neck. his tongue did a small dance before he began to lightly suck the area and your head fell forward, putting you near his ear as you whined. He pulled back.

"What's wrong sugar," he asked, seeing your eyes glossy. "It's not enough," you pouted and a smirk replaced the worried look.

"You want more of me," he asked and you nodded. He quickly lifted the gown over your head, now exposing your breasts with hardened nipples.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful. I could eat you like a cookie" he said, and your cheeks grew darker than before. His fingers slowly moved down till they met your panties running along the waistband. His eyes met yours, glowing with lust.

"Can I taste you pretty girl?" he said, lightly pulling them and letting the band pop back in place. You shyly, whispering a yes.

"speak up for me, say it louder," he pulled the panties down a bit but not enough to show anything.

"Yes" you breathed out and he smiled. He flipped you so you laid beneath him, pulling your underwear down. His eyes fell to your core being covered by your thighs as you squeezed them.

"No, no that won't do. Come on then, spread your legs for me. Let me see." he said. You open your legs, giving him space between them. He lowered himself between them, gazing at your center in awe.

"Look at you sugar, so pretty," he said, pressing a small kiss to your clit, fingers coming to play between your wet folds.

"Hop" you whined, bringing your hands to your breasts, pinching at your hardened nipples. He hummed as he opened his mouth around your pussy, letting spit coat you before he's flicking his tongue at your bud, fingers coming to pry at your hole.

You cry out squeezing his head between your legs, fingers tangling in his hair. His thick fingers working inside you, connecting with the wet muscle as he licks at your clit sending your eyes to the back of your head as the sweet tension builds in your belly. You just want release, but you also want to stay like this with his attention all on you. his hands on you, tongue on you, and anything else he'll give you as long as it's him.

"Hopper i-" you're pretty sure whatever you were about to say would make him stop doing this and you need some part of him even if it was only this. He pulls back though and for a second you thought you messed up or something till his lips clash with yours and he's grinding into your uncovered area. your eyes flutter shut and you moan into his lips. His beard lightly scratches at your skin while you cup his face.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard right now. Hard enough to make you cry for me." He moaned.

"Please," you say, pulling at his shirt and he doesn't withhold any longer, freeing his cock from his boxers. your eyes widen and your mouth waters. He's thick like his fingers, veins running along the side and pre-cum running from the tip. you're so tempted to put him in your mouth, but that would have to wait for another time.

He slips right in thanks to your wetness. The stretch burns as he rocks slowly, giving you time to adjust. You can tell he's struggling to not move faster by his heavy breathing and low curses. You moan softly as your body moves with the couch. The space isn't ideal, but the tingling in your body is enough to ignore the small sofa. He picks the pace, sending you haywire as he pushes your legs up on his shoulders and you gasp.

"oh, god daddy" the word falls from your lips before you can stop it, but he doesn't slow, he thrust harder, ramming his tip into your spot.

"Say it again," he growled.

"Daddy" it falls from you easily this time and he lets out a chuckle, teeth nipping at the skin of your ankle. He threw his head back as your walls tightened around him. You knew your father would flip if he found out, but you just couldn't help yourself. It's Jim Hopper and he was so damn sexy. His hips continued to snap into yours and your legs were quivering. You probably look like you are being possessed, but you are in a way.

You are floating in a state of blissfulness, your chest heavy with your breath as your back arches and you can't tell if it's to run from him or be closer, but you're going with the ladder, because you'd never run from something that felt this good. it only makes you drip more as you think about the fact that this is a secret and yet you're moaning like you're singing a prayer. Maybe you want to be caught and be told you're disgusting for sleeping with a man near your dad's age at eighteen because something about being humiliated for this made your end a hell of a lot closer.

"Fuck Jim please!" His eyes lock on your frame and a half smile makes its way on his face. He brings one of his hands between your legs, thumb rubbing at your clit as you make unrecognizable sounds. your body jerks but he doesn't stop, he just grabs you tighter and slams harder like he's trying to ruin you from the inside out. you're weakened and your skin feels like you're being zapped in random places with pleasure. It's an intense roller coaster ride that you just can't stop riding as it goes through its many loops.

"That's it come for daddy sugar," he says, his hand slapping the skin of your thigh.

"I'm gonna cum hop," you say as your toes curl on his shoulders; and then you're off riding in the clouds completely unfiltered as filthy mumbles falls from your lips and your eyes roll with a wave shooting from head to toe. He follows with the squeeze of your pussy, letting his hips move lazily and losing grip as he fills you fully. He drops your legs, breathing heavily as you both come down. He kisses your forehead and carries you to his bedroom

and you hope it's for round two…

[lady-z-writes]

Hopper x reader

A hot day at Hawkins new splash zone proves to be a steamy afternoon.

(Part 4 of this post. Also found on ao3.)

Snippet:

Hop stops mid-sip, gaze raising to meet you ...bikini with a see-through cover, big smile.

He swallows hard.

Behind your sunglasses, your eyes linger over the white tshirt sticking to his skin in the heat. He notices. His breath catches.

"You better not be making a scene, sweetheart." He speaks quietly, glancing around at how much distance is between you and the nearest guest.

"Oh, I won't," you hum, removing the bathing suit cover, tossing it on the chair beside him.

His jaw goes slack, eyes gawking at every inch of you. He grinds his teeth.

"When you've had enough, I'm told the changing station locks."

The heat these last few days has been pure luck for the owners of the new splash zone Hawkins just gained.

The new owners gave exclusive tickets to important townspeople - and, he'd heard, a few lucky winners at some local bars. Drum up business, all that.

He'd gotten tickets and gave them straight to Joyce who planned on taking the kids.

Only, this morning she called and informed him the whole household was down with a stomach bug.

So guess where he ended up on this stifling Wednesday morning.

El was stoked, of course. How could he say no?

But no way in Hell was he taking his shirt off.

He barely fit into his swim trunks anymore so he'd had to buy new on the way there. When was the last time he swam ?

Sunglasses on, trying to sit himself into a beach lounger chair, Hop sighs.

"Complimentary champagne?" The owner was going around, handing out freebies which was pretty awesome, no complaints there.

He'd learned they got their liquor license and planned some adult events after hours.

Oh, he could come up with some ideas for a certain someone...

El's laugh snaps him out of his daydream. The redheaded kid managed to get tickets, probably because her mom was a barfly. He's glad. Now El won't be bugging him to join her in the water.

He grabs his champagne. He hated the stuff, to be honest, but free was free and the drops of condensation off the glass made his lips dry from thirst.

Guzzling it, he joked for the owner to leave the bottle.

"For you, Chief, I would."

Was she...flirting with him? He clears his throat, nods, feels sweat drip down the back of his shirt.

"Oh! There you are! Great seeing you, y/n. Thanks for coming."

Hop stops mid-sip, gaze raising to meet you ...bikini with a see-through cover, big smile.

He swallows hard.

"I couldn't pass up the free tickets, Anne. Congrats on the new business endeavor." You hug the woman, grab a champagne, sip it, with a nonchalant, "Hey, Chief."

Behind your sunglasses, your eyes linger over the white tshirt sticking to his skin in the heat. He notices. His breath catches.

"You know each other?" Anne asks.

"Oh. You know: trouble ," you joke, pointing to yourself. Hopper doesn't laugh. Not when he sees the cut of your bikini through the cover, the heave of your breasts when you sigh. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

"Chief, y/n and I went to school together; convinced me to take business classes. She's part of the reason today is even happening!" Anne explains.

Hopper swallows more champagne, realizes his glass is now empty.

"Well, aren't we the lucky ones?" he chides.

"Save a bottle for us? We're catching up," y/n tells Anne, points to Hop.

She gives a quick nod, meeting her friend's gaze, acknowledging that there's something here.

"Of course," she hands them another glass. "Meet you out there," Anne nods to the water.

Now alone, Hopper growls low in his throat.

"You better not be making a scene, sweetheart." He speaks quietly, glancing around at how much distance is between them and the nearest guest.

"Oh, I won't," you hum, removing the bathing suit cover, tossing it on the chair beside him.

His jaw goes slack, eyes gawking at every inch of you. He grinds his teeth.

And then he's watching you walk to the tiki bar, lean over on it, say something to Anne while you know his eyes are on you. She points to some small building with "changing station" scrolled on a wood sign.

Your ass looks good in that bikini, he thinks.

When the two of you walk toward the water, Hopper bites his tongue. Anne is in some kinda one piece, but his eyes are glued to you.

You, stepping below one of the sprayers, letting the cool water mist across your chest. You, tensing up when one of the buckets pours down from above; the force gapping your bikini top just a little; making him groan.

He imagines your nipples are hard from the cold water, imagines kissing that spot at the curve of your neck where your shoulder meets, the relief of having your wet body pressed against him in this heat; how he'd rut against you until his cock leaks.

Cock hardening in his swimtrunks, Hopper shifts again, sits forward, places his forearms on his thighs, body in a slouch to sheath him.

Fuck, he wants to touch himself. But obviously not here.

Trying to distract himself, he looks over to find El sitting in the shallow end with Max. Safe, he's glad.

He knows you're putting on this show for him.

"It's so refreshing," you call to him and he notices you walking closer now that your friend is chatting with someone else. You're near him now, standing close enough for him to see the water dripping down your skin. "Come join me."

"I can't, " he grumbles.

"What? Why not?"

Hopper looks at you with a dumbfounded expression.

"You know why."

"Oh!" You lick your lips, sit at the foot of his beach chair. "You hard for me, Jim Hopper?"

His eyes widen behind his sunglasses, "Keep it down. Jesus."

"You can't seem to keep it down, huh, honey?" You speak only a little quieter. "No one can hear us."

He's trying to ignore you, block out the look of your lips when you finish your glass of champagne, the soft hum you make, the chill bumps appearing on your skin when the wind blows.

"When you've had enough, I'm told the changing station locks."

With that, you leave him again.

When he lost control of this whole thing, he'll never know.

He's trying his damnedest to get ahold of himself, but any time his erection starts fading, he has a thought about the changing station or your previous nights together and he's right back at attention again.

It's getting uncomfortable. Between that and the heat, he finds his breathing labored.

When you come back for another glass of champagne, you've got the whole bottle and an ice bucket.

"More?" You ask as you approach.

Fuck.

You're too close, looking like that.

You pour another glass, the condensation dripping down your arms, onto his body, stinging him yet feeling so good.

Fuck.

You sit down in the chair beside him, lean back, close your eyes, and soak up some sun.

You've put an ice cube on your belly, moved it around to cool you down, but now it sits in a puddle on your skin, melting by the second.

Hopper focuses on it, sees you shift those perfect thighs as you readjust.

Fuck.

He bites his cheek, stares at the sky, unable to sit back like that or the neighborhood will be talking about big Jim's hard on at the splash zone opening event.

Talk about a splash zone...

"Y/n..." He hums it, low in his throat, a warning. You need to leave . Or he's going to do something stupid.

You lower your glasses at him, glance over, secretly trying to peek at his little problem .

"They're about to start the raffle. People will be distracted," you stand and he watches the ice cube and water slide down your body, down your thighs...

"Meet you in there?"

He glances up at you, eyes desperate, fingers twitching to just pull you down on his lap, grind himself against you, take you right in the open. With you looking down at him like that...in this chair...he's practically pussy-level.

Before he knows it, he's watching you walk away, seeing the little shrug you give him when you close the changing room door.

He gives it a minute, is tempted to wrap his towel around himself, for fucks sake. He's sweaty enough to have someone believe he was in the water.

Minutes tick by and he's able to settle down a little, focus on the movement of employees, the prepwork going into setting up the doorprizes for the raffle.

He's grateful you're friends with the owner. Maybe that's what you'd been chatting with her about. He doesn't even care if she knows about your little fling. All he cares about is fucking you in that changing station right now.

"Alright! If we can have everyone grab their tickets, we're going to get started with our prizes!!"

Free shit gets people moving real quick. He glances at El who's too engrossed in conversation to notice.

And he stands, crumples his towl in front of him in the least conspicuous way he can, and books it for the changing station.

It takes a second for his eyes to adjust, but he sees a wall of lockers, some showers, and you smirking at him.

"You cruel, cruel woman..." he strides toward you, removes his sunglasses, doesn't even care that the door didn't lock behind him.

You squeak when he picks you up, presses your back to the nearest wall as he kisses you roughly.

A moan leaves him at the feeling of your wet bathingsuit against his warm body.

"Hop, the door, baby..." you remind him, trying to reach it yourself.

His hand juts out, swipes the lock shut, returns to kissing you.

"Off. Now." He's pulling at your bikini top, trying desperately to get your tits in his mouth.

"I want you shirtless, Jim," you moan out as he's kissing your chest.

"Mhm. I know, baby. I know," he groans when the top falls to the ground. "First I need to feel you,."

His finger dips under your bikini bottoms, feels you dripping wet, swollen with arousal.

"Oh, fuck..." he can't help but cuss. "That little teasing do something for you too? God..."

You nod against him, "and your body. Fuck, Hop, you in that shirt. I could see the outline of your body," you moan when he inserts another finger into you. "You had to know what you were doing."

He hadn't, but he'll play that way, act like he'd been very aware.

"Cum on my fingers, sweetheart. Cum for me. And then I'll fill you up."

He knows you thrive on the dirty talk, sees you glancing down between your bodies to watch his forearm flexing as he pumps his fingers into you.

When he puts his mouth on your left tit, you arch against him, let out a soft whine. He feels your walls clenching around him, puts more intensity in his movements to help your orgasm along.

And then you're clawing at his shirt, kissing him roughly, sloppy, moaning into his mouth.

Hopper can feel precum leaking, inhales sharply as he sets you down on wobbly legs.

You paw at his shirt and he obliges, removing the sweaty thing and tossing it to the bench beside the lockers.

The room is stifling, fans lazily spinning overhead, but Jim is drenched in sweat.

You eagerly touch him, fondle his love handles, kiss his biceps, grind your lower half against him. Hopper loops his fingers under your bikini bottoms and pulls them down your legs, leaves you completely bare for him.

His swimtrunks are tented, and he feels his cock pulse at the look of you - wet and desperate before him.

"Go start the shower," he instructs.

As he watches you walk there and open the curtain, he steps out of his swimtrunks, pumps a fist over his hardened cock. The slightest touch to his tip has him hissing an inhale.

He follows you there, surprises you when he presses your back to the wall under the spigot, forearm above your head, kisses you wantingly. "Legs on my shoulders," he speaks, lowering himself to his knees.

You're hesitant, he can tell. "Dont worry. I've got you."

His hands cup your ass, holding you up as you lean against the wall, drape your legs over his hunched position, knees on his shoulders.

And then his mouth is on you and you're gasping once more.

Hopper eats you out like you're his hydration for the day. You're dizzy with arousal, you find solace in the metal fall bars on the shower wall.

Hopper can't help but pump his hand around his cock when you've steadied yourself more.

"Don't," you urge, moaning as he flicks his tongue across your clit. "Dont cum. Not yet, Hop. Please. I want you in my mouth."

The growl that leaves him vibrates against your pussy and you're coming on his tongue in moments.

He helps you to the ground, stands, gets pelted in the face by the shower water. As he makes sure you're steady, his mouth drops open at the sight of you on your knees for him.

He throws his head back when you deep throat him, says your name like a curse, doesn't hold back from pounding into your mouth.

"Oh, fuck, good girl. God damn...so close."

His orgasm hits him quickly and he's thankful for the release, finally, gasping out your name. You choke on the amount which he finds so sexy, but you swallow him down. When he's finished, the feel of you swirling your tongue over his corona sends chills through him.

He shudders, feels your mouth pop off him, watches you turn off the water, realizes he's still hard.

"Fuck, I need to feel you," he kisses you, this time more intimate, less needy and heated.

You lean into the kisses, stroke your hand down his facial hair, fondle his torso, press an open hand to his neck in a mock choke.

"Yes, sir."

You lead him away, sit him on top of his towel on the bench, grab two folded towels to place beside him, and straddle his thighs.

His cock finds your opening quickly as you sink down on him; the initial feeling making his eyes close.

He doesn't rut up into you, but instead allows you to move at your own pace.

His hands trail down your torso, landing on your hips and gripping them, helping you along.

Watching you ride his cock, he moans as you slam down on him, hitting you deep.

Your nails dig into his shoulders and he's sure you'll leave marks again just when the last ones faded.

He'd stay like this all day, if he could.

The urgency you feel when someone pulls at the locked door, you feel your cheeks heat up, pull your bare breasts closer toward Hopper's body.

He chuckles, listening to the footsteps retreating, thankful you know the owner.

Your hair is still dripping wet from the shower and he enjoys watching the beads of water trail between your breasts. It's mesmerizing.

You grip his shoulders harder, pull him in for a kiss, moan against his mouth. The sounds you're making alert him that you're coming. He hadn't even realized you were close.

"Mmm, there you go, sweetheart. Oh fuck, so wet for me."

You slouch against him, heavy breaths on his skin.

He loves feeling you this close, enjoys the way you let him manhandle you after you're done.

Hopper tilts your chin up as he lifts and drops you in his lap. The way you're looking at him, the feel of your slick pussy...he can't help but be close.

"Get off," he grunts.

"I did!" you gasp.

Swiftly, he lifts you off of him, sets you on the floor before him.

You're about to protest when you watch his hand cup around his erection, jerking himself off.

You always love watching the muscles move in his forearm when he's masturbating. You understand now what he wants.

You kneel again, get ready, trace your hands over his thick thighs, ghost your fingers over his balls.

Hopper moans.

"Wanna see your tits painted," he huffs out.

It's warm when his cum hits your breasts. Hopper moans loudly as the look of you before him, eager, dick drunk, streaks of his cum sliding down your perfect tits.

He leans forward, kisses you with such passion, such need and warmth, you never want it to stop.

Your knees ache from the tile, but he helps you stand, starts the shower water, helps rinse you off and clean you up.

His hand trailing all over your skin, you're heated once more yet so pleased.

Hopper takes good care of you, almost lulling you to sleep. Between the champagne, the orgasms, and the heat you want a nap.

"You've been so good to me today, baby girl." At his words, you nod. "You fucked out? Too cockdrunk to walk?" He's teasing but, damn, does he love seeing you like this.

"M'fine," you urge, kiss him again while he gets your bikini top clipped.

Your skin looks irritated from the biting and his facial hair, but he can't help kissing your skin again.

"You don't stop now, we'll never leave."

He hums. You're right.

It's decided you'll sneak out seperate.

"Do this again soon?" he asks, grabbing his towel.

"Please," you respond, kissing him once more.

Quickly, Hopper sneaks out of the changing station, sunglasses on, walks calmly to his chair again. He smirks at the look your friend is giving him, nods a 'thank you' her way.

He sits down, cusses at the burning sensation from the chair sitting in the sun.

And he realizes.

He left his shirt.

Fuck.

He hopes El doesn't notice the nail marks on his shoulder.

Moments later, his eyes meet yours before you slide your sunglasses on.

Your knees are still marked, bruised from the tile floor you knelt on. His shirt is pulled over your body, wet spots from where your bikini hits.

He thinks you're leaving, but you approach your friend, grab a glass of champagne, and approach him.

"Thanks for a nice time, sir. Glad Anne made good on your invite she promised me," you wink at him, taking a sip then handing him the champagne.

You little...-

He watches you walk right out of the park.

Until next time.

[parkert01]

Party - Jim Hopper

This party had been planned for months, it was started out as a celebration party for the staff and their families. You had made sure your calendar was free, hoping that Jim would invite you. He eventually did, but only a week before the event, not much time to buy a new dress and shoes but you managed to do it with help from El and Max. 

You had invited them to the party, they in turn invited Will, Mike, Dustin, Eddie and Steve. Steve was always flirting with you, although you admit, he was cute, he was way too young for you to consider a relationship with and you had a crush on Jim. That much was obvious to everyone, the longing looks you sent him whenever you were in the same room, the slight touches, the need to be near him and doing everything for him. Jim never picked up on it, he was oblivious, he had not been in a relationship in a long time and never knew you were flirting with him. 

El held your hand when you walked into the station, the party already in full swing, drinks flowing and music playing. You guided El to her friends, they all said hello to you, while Steve winked at you and gave you a kiss on your cheek, what you didn't see was Jim was staring at Steve, jaw clenched and a tight grip on his glass. 

El went to dance with her friends, as you stood to the side of the room, away from everyone. You hoped that Jim would come speak to you or ask you to dance but as the hours ticked by, he didn't glance your way, you still had the same drink you started with. You were contemplating leaving when El came marching up to you. 

"Where is dad?"  You looked at her confused, "I don't know El. Do you think you could all get a lift home with your dad. I am going to go home" She shook her head no, grabbed your hand and started pulling you around the room, weaving in and out of people while looking around looking for Jim. She stopped suddenly when she spotted him talking to one of his colleagues, narrowed her eyes and pulled you quickly to him. She tapped his arm, he looked down at her and smiled. She held out your arm, grabbed his, he must have got the hint as he grabbed your arm and looked at you confused. 

"Y/N came her for you, brought us here for you and you haven't spoken to her all night"

"El, its okay. It's no big deal" 

"Dance with her or I will" Steve said. You didn't realise that the kids had come to stand behind you, Jim stared at Steve, sighed, grabbed your hand and pulled you to the dancefloor. As you danced, Jim whispered in your ear " I hate seeing Steve flirt with you. He thinks he has a chance with you" You laughed and said "He's too young, plus I have my eye on someone else. 

Jim pulled away from you and raised his eyebrow. "Who is it? Do I know him?" Now or never you thought, you nodded "It's you Jim. I like you". He smiled, put his hand on your lower back, dipping you slightly as he leant down to kiss you. 

You were both to caught up in the moment to realise the kids were watching you on the side lines, high fiving each other and smiling. They could clearly see the love radiating off you both. 

[mysadcorner]

Can I request being Jim Hoppers' daughter and after he "dies" Phil Callahan and Officer Powell (readers Godfathers) take her in and just headcanons on them taking care of teenage!fem!Hopper!reader and basically being uncle figures/father figures to her (hope this makes sense)

Jim Hopper’s Daughter (Featuring Father and GodFather Headcanons)

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• Being the child of Hopper, you would have just thought he was a pretty average parent during the time he looked after you. It’s only after he supposedly “dies” and is no longer around that you really start to appreciate how much he looked out for you and how much he tried his best under the circumstances.

• Callaghan and Powell would have been pretty well known to you before Hopper was gone. Not only did they work with him on a close basis and were friends, but also seemed to be important enough in both of your lives for them to have become God Fathers in the event of a tragedy. So, despite the terrible situation, you were still able to have been taken in by the both of them to a comfortable environment you knew well.

• Neither of them really grasp the concept of privacy quite like other people’s guardians would due to trying to keep an eye on you after Hopper was no longer around while also making sure you behave yourself, obviously using their jobs as leverage. If you’re ever out of line, just know that these two will be called immediately.

• Despite this, they’re both pretty nice to be around and they do try their best to look after you as best as you can. It may seem overbearing as you’re no longer a small child, but you must admit that Callaghan’s humour would make you laugh and give you comfort at times.

• Powell would probably be the one to take charge and be the one to have more serious conversations with you while Hopper wasn’t around. You’re growing up so he wants you to be educated and smart about certain situations if he’s able to make sure of it. And he’s probably the one you would go to for some genuine advice about serious topics if you really need to.

• They may struggle to understand and connect with you at times, as you’re a teenage girl, so you can’t really blame them for struggling at times. But they do try their best. When Hopper miraculously turns back up and is shown to be very much alive you’re all obviously thrilled, but this also means you’ll probably spend more time with all three of them in the future (not only to show gratitude but for also realising how good of people they actually are towards you).

[vilentia]

Finding Love at the Diner

Jim Hopper x reader

Summary: Can Jim overcome his past trauma and insecurities to pursue a new relationship, or will his fear of vulnerability hold him back?

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Jim Hopper and you have known each other for a while, often seeing each other at the diner and exchanging pleasantries. However, tonight is different. Jim walks into the diner after a stressful day at work and locks eyes with you, feeling a strong connection that he's never felt before.

Despite his attraction, Jim hesitates to approach you, feeling insecure about his past and unsure of how to express his feelings. He's been hurt before and doesn't want to put himself in a vulnerable position again. Jim worries that his past trauma will prevent him from having a healthy relationship and that he's not good enough for you.

You see Jim looking hesitant, standing by the door, and invite him over to sit at your booth.

"Hey Jim, what's up? You look like you've had a long day," you say, giving Jim a friendly smile.

Jim feels relieved that you've noticed him and welcomed him over, and he relaxes into the booth. "Yeah, it's been a rough one. Thanks for noticing," he replies, feeling grateful for the invitation.

The two of you start chatting and laughing, and Jim can feel his guard slowly coming down. He finds himself opening up to you, sharing things he's never told anyone before.

"I used to come to this diner a lot with my daughter before she passed away. It's tough being here without her, but something about this place always makes me feel a little better," Jim shares, feeling a little emotional.

You listen with empathy, and you share your own stories of loss and grief. Jim feels a deep connection to you, and as the night goes on, you start talking about your dreams for the future.

"You know, I've always wanted to take a road trip across the country. Just me and someone I care about, seeing all the sights and having new experiences," Jim says, looking wistful.

You nod, feeling the same way. "I've always wanted to try skydiving. I know it's scary, but I think it would be exhilarating," you reply, smiling.

As the night comes to a close, Jim musters up the courage to ask you out on a date. "Hey, would you want to grab dinner with me sometime? I know a great little diner a few towns over. It's nothing fancy, but the milkshakes are out of this world," he says, feeling a little nervous.

You smile and nod, "I would love to, Jim. It sounds like a great time."

The night of the date arrives, and Jim is a bundle of nerves as he picks you up at your house. He's gone all out to make the night special, dressed in his best clothes and bought a small bouquet of flowers.

"Hey, you look beautiful," Jim says, his voice low and warm as he takes in the sight of you.

You blush, feeling shy yet excited. "Thanks, you look great too," you reply, taking in Jim's handsome appearance.

You drive to the cozy diner Jim had mentioned, and as soon as you walk in, Jim feels the tension release from his body. The diner is small and cozy, with a jukebox playing oldies tunes and a menu full of classic American fare.

As the night goes on, you both relax and open up to each other, talking about your past and your hopes for the future. Jim shares his fears and insecurities about his past and his worries about being in a relationship again.

"I don't want to hurt you or be hurt again, you know? I feel like I'm damaged goods sometimes," Jim admits, feeling vulnerable.

You listen with empathy, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "I understand, Jim. We've all been hurt before, but that doesn't mean we can't try again. I believe in second chances," you reply, looking into Jim's eyes.

Jim feels a warmth spreading through his chest, and he leans in for a sweet kiss. You both feel the spark of something new and exciting between you, and as you part, Jim feels happy and hopeful for what's to come.

The night ends with you both walking to the car, hand in hand, and sharing one more tender kiss. You both know that this is just the beginning, and you feel excited for what's to come.

Over the next few weeks, Jim and your relationship blossoms, and you start dating more frequently, often going to the diner you had your first date. You continue to share your stories and dreams, building a deep connection.

Jim still struggles with his past trauma, but you are patient and supportive, always there to lend an ear or a shoulder to cry on. You enjoy many fun and romantic dates, such as stargazing, picnics, and even a weekend getaway to a cabin in the woods.

One day, Jim and you are sitting at the diner when Jim suddenly looks up at you with a shy yet determined look on his face. "Hey, I know we've only been dating for a few weeks, but I just have to say this... I love you," Jim says, feeling his heart in his throat.

Your face lights up with happiness, and you reply, "I love you too, Jim. I've been wanting to say it for a while."

You share a sweet kiss, knowing that you're both ready for the next step in your relationship. You start to make plans for the future, like moving in together and even talking about marriage.

Months later, Jim and you are living together, happy and in love. You have built a life together, filled with love and laughter. Jim's insecurities have faded away, and he finally feels like he's found his place in the world with you by his side.

As you lay in bed, cuddled up together, Jim looks over at you and takes your hand. "I know I've said it before, but I just have to say it again... I love you," Jim says, his voice filled with emotion.

You smile and squeeze his hand, "I love you too, Jim. Always."