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strangererotica · 1 year ago

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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?”

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phoenixwwitch · 2 months ago

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so this is a take I’ve never havent seen on here on before but i firmly believe that wayne munson and jim hopper were really good friends. i also believe that hopper really cared for eddie too and was almost as protective over him as wayne was. like hopper would arrest eddie and be like “that was really stupid but maybe kinda funny- ill just take you home so wayne doesn’t kill me.”

#sorry but hopper would’ve shut down the mob against eddie IMMEDIATELY #i stand by that #stranger things #eddie munson #wayne munson #jim hopper #chief hopper

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strangerxperv · 10 months ago

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Imagine step dad Jim Hopper being addicted to babying you. At the breakfast table in your cutsie pink nightgown. Your sweet face covered with crumbs and strawberry jam. The way you lick your small fingers clean even though there are crumbs stuck to your tongue. Fuck. You're so cute.

He can't help but reach over with a napkin to help clean you up. The action gifts the large man with a sweet smile where you sit beaming up at him. Jim's hand lingers at your pretty jam sticky lips to gather some. He brings it to his own mouth keeping eye contact.

His thick and long tongue slowly swipes the sweetness off, "Meet me up stairs, baby. Daddy bought you a new dress."

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freya-ulfsdottir · 5 months ago

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#eddie munson #chief jim hopper #jim hopper #joseph quinn #joe quinn #david harbour #he knows he has the right to remain silent #what he lacks is the ability #happy halloween

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raven-cl · 19 days ago

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For day 22, pups, for @stmarchmm !

Pup's First Birthday

Ship: Steddie | WC 3,981 | CW none | Rating G | Read on AO3

"Lydia sweetie, lift up your arm," Steve said, speaking to the pup as he dressed her.

Currently while Eddie was off setting up the house, the omega was dressing up their daughter in her little special dress. It was personally chosen by Lydia when they went clothes shopping for her. They held up a few options for her and she selected a pretty baby pink puffy dress with a lace collar and lace waist that they paired with white socks and matching baby pink Mary Jane's with a bow on the strap.

Then he was brushing her hair whining, "sweetie please, keep your head still so Mommy can brush your hair." He parted it into two sections, keeping them separated as he struggled to keep her steady. "Mommy will be quick, he just needs you to cooperate for a second so he can finish doing your hair."

Finally getting her hair into equal sections and managing to tie them in pigtails with white bows, he groaned, mumbling, "oh my god," as he finished up her look. Grabbing the necklace off the nightstand next to the bed he had her on, he put it on her and gave her one final look up and down to make sure she was ready.

Picking her up, Steve sat the pup on his hip as he walked out into the living, seeing how the progress with the alpha was going.

"Hey baby," Eddie said, giving the omega a quick peck on the lips before he shifted his gaze downwards. "Heyyy there princess, look how beautiful you look for your first birthday!" he said, smiling widely as he spoke, making Lydia giggle.

Steve held her up higher for them both to look at saying, "our little girl is growing up so quick," starting to tear up as he looked at her. "It feels like only yesterday we were watching her crawl around for the first time and now she's walking around and babbling fake words."

"Awww, are you getting a little emotional?" Eddie teased and the omega threw a small glare his way, though he found see the tears watering the alpha's eyes as well.

Pressing a kiss to his cheek the alpha told him, "I'm finishing up the balloons right now, then I'm gonna put the little streamers up."

"M'kay you want any help?" Steve asked, gazing asking the house to see what needed to be done.

Humming for a moment, Eddie answered, "you can set out like the bowls and stuff if you want, the table cloths should already be laid out."

"Okay," was the last thing the omega said before trying to move into the kitchen, only to have the doorbell ring and interrupt him. Instead he turned around, heading over to the door and opening it, smiling wide as he saw Robin standing on the other side of the door.

Gasping loudly Robin threw her hands up exclaiming, "oh my god is this the beautiful princess of the day?" reaching her hands out as Lydia laughed.

Playful bouncing the pup on his hip, he told the beta, "she's all ready, we're just getting the house ready for the party."

"You need any help setting up?" she asked, closing the door and following behind him.

Thinking for a moment he replied, "you can set up the table if you want, we've got a couple snacks we were gonna layout for everyone. Eddie's also gonna set up streamers if you wanna help him with that."

Smiling smugly she said, "I'll just do the table, Eddie can handle the hard part for the party," getting the omega to roll his eyes. "Where do you want me to put this?" she asked, holding up a present.

Pointing off to a table opposite of the snack one, she quickly set it down right in the middle. The pair then headed over to the kitchen to meet the alpha with Steve showing off to the beta which bowls to grab.

As Robin laid out the bowls onto the table, they heard the doorbell ring yet again and Steve went to go answer the door.

Looking through the peephole, her immediate opened the door, greeting the couple standing there.

"Hi Joyce, hey Hopper," he said, letting them inside as they better him back.

Joyce started cheerifully playing with the pup saying, "hi you pretty princess, how are you?" laughing at the baby spoke garbled words in response. She reached her hands out, and Steve handed her off to the older omega, taking the gift and bag in her hands in exchange.

"Did she give you any trouble getting her into this?" Joyce asked, popping her on her hip and letting Lydia play with her hands.

Shaking his head Steve answered, "no, she was an absolute peach to get dressed."

"Be glad she's only one and easy to dress, she could start to hate it when she's older and it'll be impossible to dress her," Joyce said teasing, "you will not believe how fussy some babies will get over having a shirt put over their head."

"Ough, don't even get started Joyce, do you know how much anger is in this little body when you try to fix her hair?" Steve complained and even with Hopper behind him he could hear both him and Joyce giggling about that.

"I can relate to that, my pup hated anything revolving her hair," Hopper said, making Joyce chuckle. "Where do you want me to put this cake?" the older alpha asked, holding it up.

"Oh, man I didn't even notice, just go ahead and put it in the kitchen, we're gonna bring it out later," Steve answered, dropping off the present and also making his way to the kitchen.

The omega set the bag down and gestured into a direction, pointing out where Hopper could put the cake and grabbed two sets of cookies he'd made before he got Lydia ready. Robin joined beside him, grabbing few party bag of chips they had and walking alongside Steve as they went to the snack table.

He set the plates of cookies down, smacking Robin's hand as she tried to grab one. "Wait until the party has started at least," he said, taking the chip she handed him.

"C'mon dingus, it's just one cookie," she bargained, looking at him expectantly.

"Yeah one cookie you're not getting until it's started. Take a chip or something there's plenty of those," he quipped back, matching her look.

She rolled her eyes but listened, snatching up and eating one of the classic flavored chips as she poured them.

"Ta-da! Finally done with the balloons," Eddie announced, moving into the living room to set each one to their spots.

Immediately Joyce rejoiced, "yay!" waving the pup's arm in the air in faux excitement. It made Steve smile, the whole day going so great so far, the air pleasant and Lydia already seeming to be having fun with everyone around.

After finishing up with the balloons, Eddie took up the streamers asking, "anyone wanna help me with these?"

Both Hopper and Steve volunteered to help out and the trio got to work, the omega and older alpha holding them up against the wall while Eddie tacked the fabric against the wall.

While they were standing there Hopper questioned, "do we have everything for the barbeque?"

Humming for a second, the couple looking at one another before Eddie replied, "yeah, pretty sure we do." Hopper just gave a noise of affirmation and once they were done there, the older alpha announced he was going out to the backyard to check on the grill.

And with that he exited the backdoor and now was a time for both Steve and Eddie to relax, now that the decorations and snacks are all done. The only things left were for everyone to arrive and for Hopper to fire up the grill and start the barbeque.

The couple sat down on the couch for their break, quickly being joined by Joyce and Lydia as they turned on the tv. They flipped it until they found some show they could all watch, landing on Full House.

Just as Robin was about to also join them, the doorbell rang and she groaned, immediately strolling over to the door instead of the couch saying, "I'll get it."

Swinging the door open, Steve and Eddie threw their gaze towards the door watching as Billy, Max and El made their way inside, holding their own respective gift.

"You guys are here early, I thought you guys were gonna be late," Steve said, watching as the pair set their gifts on the table.

"Yeah the doctor's wound up being way faster than we thought so we just thought we'd come by," Billy answered, looking around. "Who else has arrived?"

"It's just you guys, Joyce, Hopper and Robin," Eddie told him.

Both of them glancing around the room, Max spoke up asking, "where's Hopper?"

Robin pointed a finger out the back door and Billy looked out before questioning, "he's working on the grill?" getting a round of nods. Pointing a thumb towards the door he said, "I'm gonna go out and help him," and turned on his heel, making his way outside.

Max and El on the other hand walked over to the snack table, and just grabbed a cookie without even asking and Robin immediately whipped her head to look at Steve.

"Are you gonna yell at them?" she asked, raising her brow.

"No," the omega answered, smiley. That got a squint from her, though with a roll of his eyes he told her, "fine you may have a cookie if you'd like."

"I would like," she quipped, emphasizing 'like' as she got up and grabbed a cookie, El making her own way to sit on one of the sofa chairs.

As Max ate the cookie, she made a small gesture to the other set of cookies asking them, "what's the other one?"

"One's white chocolate macadamia nuts and the other's just regular chocolate chip," the omega answered.

Snatching one more cookie, Max joined them on the couch, soon followed by Robin and they started up a conversation about whatever it was they wanted as they waited for the rest of the party to arrive.

Slowly they trickled in, Nancy arriving alongside Mike and Jonathan showing up with Will, Lucas and Dustin. Each one was greeted, setting their stuff off to the side next time everyone else's and they all hung out in the living room, nibbling on the snacks that had been set out.

Once everyone had been there for a few minutes, getting acquainted and playing with the baby, Billy popped into the house announcing, "grill's started up if you wanna come hangout here and wait."

And with that everyone got up, making their way outside to wait as the two alpha's grilled a plethora of foods ranging from smoked sausages to burgers while also frying up some fries. As they walked out, Lydia began fussing and Eddie took her, trying to calm her down.

"Think she needs to be changed I'll be right back," he said then walked back inside, everyone else claiming their spot at the lounge chairs they'd brought out. They started continuing their conversation outside, the air warm and pleasant same as it was inside.

Soon Eddie came back out, handing the pup to Steve and wrapping a hand around the omega's waist.

"Let me hold the baby!" Dustin said, standing up and reaching for Lydia.

"No, last time we let you hold her you nearly dropped her," Steve immediately refused, turning away to keep her safe from the beta.

"I'm not gonna drop her, just stand next to me," he whined, making grabby arms at her.

With a slight sigh the omega relented with the alpha telling him, "be careful, don't drop her."

"I'm not!" Dustin complained as all eyes went to him. The beta held him for some time before Steve looked down to Will who was next to him.

"There's some bubble blowers in the living room by the way if you guys wanna blow bubble at the baby," Steve mentioned to Will and watched as majority of the party scattered off, Mike specifically having time be dragged out. A few of them ran inside while the rest stood outside, Max walking out with the pack of bubble blowers and handing them out to whoever wanted one.

Eddie pulled him close, their hips hugging as Steve yelled out, "walk!" at Dustin who still held the baby. The pair watched them as they set the pup on the ground to walk around, Steve slightly tensing up.

"She'll be fine, we're all right here and Will and El are good with her," the alpha whispered, comfortingly kneading the omega's hip. Steve relaxed a little but still couldn't help wanting to keep an eye on them. Watching the lot play with her, Steve rolled his eyes as Mike was the only one to refuse to blow bubbles, even as everyone else did.

The couple smiled, everyone laughing at how the pup chased the bubbles around, trying to grab at them only to be confused when they popped right in her face. Deciding she was in good hands, they sat down next to each other getting comfortable.

"So, how's it feel reaching her very first milestone age?" Jonathan asked, glancing between the two.

Playfully groaning Steve instantly answered, "it's wonderful, she's been such a handful it's so surprising that she's already a year old."

"Yeah, after all the late night crying that she's been constantly doing and the nonstop attention she needs, it's shocking to see how old she is already," Eddie said.

Steve quickly added in, "it's great to have made this far without any issues with her."

"Soak it all in, one day she'll be one and time will just seem to pass by and she'll already be five and ready for her first day of school," Joyce spoke up, returning to her seat with the drink she'd taken from the cooler.

Scoffing Steve stated, "I don't even know how I'll react at that, I've been tearing up at all her very first milestones."

Chuckling Eddie added while stroking the omega's thigh, "yeah that'll be a sight, I can't imagine how I'll react when the time comes."

That got a round of giggles, the conversation diving off on how Lydia would be and act in the coming years, about what interests of hers will change or get stronger.

Eventually after awhile, Hopper yelled about everything being done and one by one they went to line up to get their share. Eddie picked up Lydia on the way there, scooping her up into her arms while Steve played with her, keeping her preoccupied.

The couple allowed everyone else to get their plates first, even as they were told to go first by several people. Hopper plated theirs, planting a smaller burger and half a sausage onto their plate for the pup to eat while Billy got his own.

"You should get a pool," Billy suggested, taking a big bite from his burger, "for all this backyard space you guys have."

"A pool? Like a little kiddy one?" Eddie asked, face contorting in confusion.

Shaking his head the blonde alpha clarified, "no like a big one, for adults."

"Why, Lydia can't even swim yet," the omega questioned, squinting at him.

"I'll teach her," Billy easily countered, shrugging his shoulders.

"You just want a pool," Steve accused, squinting a fake glare at him.

"Okay yeah maybe but imagine how good it'll be for her to learn how to swim anyways," Billy said.

"She's only a year old!" the omega argued back.

"One year olds can learn how to swim," Hopper added as he finally took a bit from his own food.

"Maybe when she's older," Steve said, leveling a look at the both of them, "she's not getting one right now," he added.

That got a chuckle from Hopper and Eddie, and the group walked off to enjoy their meal with the rest of the group.

When they sat down alongside everyone else Steve asked, directing his gaze at Mike, "Why weren't you blowing bubbles?"

"Cause he's lame," Max immediately said, not even looking up from her plate as she spoke.

"Shut up," Mike immediately complained, throwing a glare her way.

Swallowing his bite Lucas added, "he said blowing bubbles are for babies and refused to."

"Wow it's almost as if… you're playing with a baby," Eddie stated sarcastically, looking at Mike with an amused grin.

"That's what we said," El said, biting down on her sausage.

Sighing exasperatedly Mike bitched, "I don't have to play with bubbles if I don't want to!"

"No one said you did but you're being lame by not," Dustin responded swiftly.

Even Will had a problem with it as he also voiced his opinion, "everyone else was playing Mike, it would've been nice if you had too."

Scoffing, Mike just rolled his eyes at them, annoyedly exclaiming when it resulted in a round of boos from everyone there. The rest of the time was pleasant, the group eating together in a comfortable air, Steve and Eddie interchangeably helping to feed Lydia.

As they all finished their food and were throwing out their plates, Steve popped the question, "okay guys who wants cake!" and began walking inside. A few of them yelled 'me!' while everyone began following suit, going back inside the house.

Eddie pulled out a chair and sat Lydia on it as Steve got out the cake and lit a candle on top of it, placing the cake on the table in front of her. Once they were all gathered around the table they began singing happy birthday.

The pup squealed happily, waving her arms wildly. Steve and Eddie both began urging her to blow out the candles, only to laugh at the fact it was obvious she was not going to be able to. Instead the pair blew out the cake for her as everyone cheered and clapped, Lydia mimicking them the best she could.

Grabbing plates, Steve began passing them out to everyone while Eddie began cutting slices and handing them off. He cut decently sized cakes for everyone, cutting a very small square out for the pup.

Focusing on Lydia, Steve helped feed her the cake as well as shoveling the pastry into his mouth, everyone else chowing down on their own respective slice.

Max and Lucas were one of the first to finish and to wait out the time, Lucas decided to have a mini dance party with the pup.

"Stop making the baby doing the YMCA what're you doing," Steve said with a playful joking tone.

"What, she likes it, look she's smiling," Lucas quickly retorted, waving her hands in the air around playfully before returning to his YMCA routine.

"Why are you making my baby do the YMCA," Eddie also asked, leaning on a chair as he watched.

Immediately Max walked over making a quip, "your baby likes to dance, so what?"

Humming, Steve answered back, "hmm I dunno, I think you guys are just harassing my baby."

"Nuh uh," they both replied and the group laughed as Lydia just giggled at the little dance she was being made to do. He continued on for a minute longer until he decided it'd gone on for long enough and released her, letting her be free to move her hands however she wanted.

Looking around after awhile to check that everyone was done, Steve clasped his hands together, turning towards the pup.

"Okay Lydia, do you wanna open your presents now?" Steve asked looking down at her. His question got a loud yell with garbled words, her hands thrashingly wildly as she laughed.

"We'll take that as a yes," Eddie said, kissing the top of her head and picking her up. The group migrated into the living room at that, a few of them grabbing their gifts off the table in order to hand to the omega.

Eddie set the pup down on top of the table while Joyce and Hopper handed their gift off to Steve first. They let Lydia pull the bow off and then Steve and Eddie were helping her with the wrapping paper.

Lydia clapped her hands as they pulled out a teething ring and two sets of clothes, one pair being a light blue onsie with ducks on it with matching light blue socks and the other being a bright warm yellow sleeveless dress with ruffles on the side with a white bottom half that held sunflowers in addition to a matching white bow with sunflowers.

"Awww this is adorable you guys," Eddie complimented, and the couple thanked them. They set the clothes back into the box and put them aside, taking the gift box from Max who practically shoved it into their hands.

"It's from me and El," she told them as they opened it, revealing a plethora of plushies inside.

"Look at that, no beaded eyes, it's baby safe," Hopper joked, though it was true. The couple thanked the both of them again and went on in a cycle, opening each person's gift and thanking them, then moving onto the next.

After opening them all they managed to receive: a few interactive books from Nancy and Jonathan, a large teddy bear with a big bow and beady eyes from Robin, an animal farm toy set from Dustin, a big spotted beagle plush that had squishy beads inside from Lucas, and a plushie of a monkey and lion from Will and Mike.

For each one Lydia screamed in excitement, the couple letting her play with the toys for a second before putting them back in their box to be put in her room later. Everyone made a little comment for each of theirs, Robin especially saying that hers had to be the biggest and greatest so that she could keep her "best aunt" title.

After every gift was opened and they were all cleaned up and done, they all started to shuffle out until one by one the only people left were Eddie, Steve and the pup.

Eddie shut the door after Robin left while Steve picked up Lydia telling her, "okay missy, I think you've had quite the long day, I think it's time for you to go to bed."

Walking up behind him and pressing a kiss to the omega's cheek and hugging him from behind, the alpha teased, "do you wanna go to bed?"

Humming in a sweet voice Steve teased back, "mmm no I'm not a baby."

Nosing and scenting the omega's neck, smiling against it as Steve started to purr Eddie asked, "you want some wine to cool off sweetheart? Just me, you and a movie maybe?"

Steve nodded, muttering, "let me put her to sleep and I'll come back out," pressing one last kiss to the alpha's lips and strolled off to Lydia's bedroom.

Eddie trotted to the kitchen, taking out two wine glasses, popping the cork out the wine bottle they had and pouring it. He made his way back to the couch, placing the wine glasses down on the coffee table and turning on the tv, switching to some rom-com that happened to be on.

Soon after Steve joined his side, taking up his glass and swirling the wine around. The alpha did the same, grabbing his own glass.

"Happy first year anniversary to us becoming parents," Steve said, holding his glass towards Eddie's.

"Happy first year anniversary to us becoming parents," Eddie parroted, clinking their glasses together and both taking a sip. Steve cuddled into Eddie's side as the film progressed, resting his head on his shoulder that Eddie mimicked, and the two had a very nice calm remainder of the night.

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bixbiboom · 10 months ago

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Kitten Day came earlier than expected!

And DOUBLE!

Meet Miss Penelope Featherington and Chief Jim Hopper!

»Their Wish List«

#miss penelope featherington #chief jim hopper

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muldermuse · 11 days ago

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hopper has to cum in you- don’t get me wrong, he loves cumming on your face and tits, adores seeing you covered and claimed by him

but as the relationship progresses, he’s cumming in you. fucks you as deep as he can and keeps his cock in you. but his personal favourite, putting his thick fingers in you and feeling his cum start to cover them

pulls them out of you with a groan and slides them into your mouth. calls you a good girl when you lick them clean

#jim hopper smut #jim hopper #stranger things #stranger things smut #David harbour #david harbour smut #chief jim hopper

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artiststarme · 1 year ago

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Steve looking up at Uncle Wayne as the father figure he never had. Unlike his dad, he doesn’t cheat or disappear from his life when things get tough. Eddie loves it because it means he can see his boyfriend even more. It’s all fun and games until Steve goes to his father figure to complain about his boyfriend leaving him at a McDonald’s after a fight they had. Then Eddie has to deal with an upset boyfriend, a disappointed uncle, and an angry Robin to boot.

He has no choice but to take desperate measures. Eddie tells Hopper that Wayne is trying to take his “cool dad” spot in the Party and watches the chaos unfold.

By time anyone realizes what he’s done, he’s made up with Steve and escapes another murderous rage by the skin of his teeth. Mission accomplished, indeed.

Should I make this into a longer fic? I feel like I could go places with this lol

#afterwards Hopper and Wayne have a heart to heart about who is adopting Steve #they break out into a fight in the diner and the other deputies get called on Hop #which was a bad idea because then Officer Callahan throws his hat in the ring for adopting steve #after all how could ‘two randos about his brother from under his nose?’#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #uncle wayne #chief jim hopper #just a little something something

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mynameis-noe-body · 2 years ago

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A list of k*nks without explanation: Jim Hopper's Edition

Mature contents: keep reading

Size kink

You look so small compared to him. So delicate, and fragile. And you feel so tight for his big cock — he dominates you in every way possibile. Despite being so gentle, as he forces his lenght into you, his hands are still so big, his fingers so thick, his shoulder so wide and powerful, his sexy dad bod and his heavy mustache are just mmmh. He's all big and all man. And dear god, if it doesn't excite him.

Power Play & Dynamics

"I'm the Chief of Police, I can do whatever I want."

He's got the power, and you know it, and he knows it. You can read it in his eyes, as their bright blue get darker, and he's drunk on power. "Hands behind your back, and get down on your knees. Now, darling. I don't want to repeat myself, 's that clear enough?"

The things you'll let him do to you...

Praising & Degradation

Both, yes. He can be very vanilla, calling you his precious, lovely girl, praising you in every way, and the next time he'll call you a dirty slut knowing you'll love it just the same.

But god — when you are the one telling him he's so good. You have him in the palm of your hands. He'll hug you tight against his chest, silently begging you to say it again as he get deeper and slower inside of you, making the sweetest love to you.

Free Use

Stay still for him, and let him use you — your body, your mouth, your butt, your nipples — whenever he wants, how does that sound?

Outdoor Intercourse

That's a little wild. But he is a little wild, isn't he? He's a savage beast, deep down. And he secretly likes this wild, savage part of himself. He wants to chase you into the woods, bend you down on your hands and knees and fuck you like an animal would.

#jim hopper x reader #chief jim hopper #jim hopper #jim hopper headcanons #chief jim hopper smut #jim hopper smut #stranger things headcanons #stranger things

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cherryc1nnam0n · 3 months ago

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Dad's not home | Modern!Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader x Stepdad!Jim Hopper

Summary: You've been dating Eddie for months now and he's grown very fond of someone from your own family... Luckily, they both share the same love for you 🩷

Cw: 18+, Stepcest, pansexual!Eddie, slut!Eddie, stepdad!Hopper, talk of beefy Hopper, lots of dirty talk, cheating, threesome, anal sex, unprotected p in v, 2 guys 1 girl, masturbation (male receiving), excessive cumming Eddie, nipple play, little angst with happy ending, plot twist

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You loved Eddie very much, so so much you let him do anything he wanted, you never ever questioned him or even felt jealous of him, he was the perfect boyfriend and you were the perfect partner for him

So due to this unbreakable trust you had on him, you never expected what was going to come...

You were home alone at the cabin you lived in with your stepdad, your mother had passed a few years ago and having nowhere else to live, you decided to stay with him, being the chief of police and a genuinely nice man you trusted him and he made great company and food

But one thing he didn't like were visits, he knew Eddie, having arrested him multiple times for speeding or drug dealing, he didn't expect you to date him and he didn't like him at his house one bit, so you had to be sort of sneaky when you wanted him to come over either to hang out or fuck your brains out

So here you were in bed, texting your boyfriend to invite him over, feeling particularly needy of his dick

Hey babe

My step dad's not home ;)

I know

That threw you off guard, what does he mean he knows?

Wdym you know??

He realized his mistake, quickly texting back an answer

I mean, idk it's a tuesday at night, he's probably working right?

"Hmmm, that was weird, but okay" oh poor naive you, believing his reply you texted again

Yeah you're right

Wanna come over? ;)

"Shit" Said Eddie thinking of an excuse you would believe, but, you would believe anything he told you anyway

Sorry babe can't do, I'm helping Wayne fix his truck

"Damnit" you said to yourself when you read his text, he was once again busy to not come over

K, love u

Love u too

"Good boy, and she doesn't even suspect a thing huh? Such a shame she trusts you so much, won't ever see it coming" Hopper's voice spoke into Eddie's ear

Truth was, Eddie did know where your step dad was, because he was currently at a motel with him, getting his ass pounded by the older man

"Shit, please just stop talking and fuck me"

"Bratty tonight are we? I'll fuck the attitude out of you" Said the older man grabbing onto Eddie's waist and starting to really ram into him, making the younger one gasp and moan as his eyes rolled back, phone discarded somewhere on the creaking bed

Oh poor naive you...

Next time something weird happened was when you and Eddie were at his place watching a movie, said movie was not of your interest as you were jerking off your boyfriend under the blanket you had on your laps, suddenly you felt him twitch and he groaned particularly loud, you looked at the screen and a beefy dad bod man was on the screen, you could see his body jiggle as he walked and he looked damp with water or sweat, you failed to notice how Eddie bit his lip and came all over your hand unexpectedly

"What? So soon Ed's?"

"Shit s-sorry, I just-" he scrambled over his words "I just, have been really needy for you babe" he lied to your face so easily now, reality was that he was reminded of those nights he got fucked by your step dad when he saw that man who had a similar body complex as his forbidden lover "Sorry babe, lemme make it up to you, m'kay?"

You couldn't say no to that...

But the last straw was when he kept on denying you again, and again, and again, always coming up with lame excuses you were starting to get tired of

"I have a very important deal to get to"

"Sorry babe, I don't feel so good tonight"

"Babe, my van has a flat tire"

"Sorry babe, I have explosive diarrhea"

"I AM DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT!" You had enough of this game, so you set out on a plan to finally know what Eddie was up to instead of being with you

You started following him, his van was driving outside of town and into a secluded area, that's when you saw the sign of a motel down the road, your stomach sank when you realized where this was going

You parked far away from his van and saw him get out, look around and then stand outside it, smoking a cigarette as he seemed to be waiting for someone, maybe the girl he was cheating on you with

Another car was pulling in, and you swear you got whiplash, it was your step dad's police car pulling in, he parked next to Eddie's van and got off, rounding the vehicle to come over to your boyfriend and they started making out furiously, you felt like you could pass out from the betrayal, your boyfriend and your step dad?! Really?! You knew Eddie sometimes would ogle men like when Steve was wearing those tiny basketball shorts one day but to fuck your step dad?! This is a whole new level of low

You watched them go into a room so you decided to strike then, quickly jogging to the door and knocking on it

Inside the two men separated from their kiss and eyed the door, not expecting anyone to knock or even know who they were to begin with...

Hopper reluctantly got up to open the door and was met with a very you standing there, in pure reflex he closed the door cutting you off when you opened your mouth to yell at him

"Who is it?" Eddie asked sitting up on the bed

"Uhm... You might wanna cover your ears"

He opened the door again and you started yelling your heart out

"HOW DARE YOU?! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU FUCK MY BOYFRIEND?! HE'S MINE!!"

"Y/n?!" Eddie said as he heard you, you stormed into the room pushing Hopper away and coming to yank Eddie's hair "Not the hair! Not the hair!"

"YOU'RE A FUCKING WHORE MUNSON!"

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry" you had begun to strangle him with his own hair, wrapping it around his throat and he kept on smacking your arms to release him

"Okay that's enough baby" Hopper said grabbing you away from Eddie who grabbed his throat in pain "We're not the only ones wrong here"

"She was strangling me" Eddie said out of air

"NO LEMME GO! I'M GONNA KILL HIM!" You trashed around in Hopper's arms but he just chuckled

"Okay settle down, you're not a saint yourself baby"

"What? What do you mean?" Eddie asked from the floor

"I mean that, Y/n has been a bad girl for her daddy, right baby?"

That's when it clicked for Eddie, and he smiled triumphantly

"Aha! You're a whore also! You've been fucking Hopper too!" He said pointing at you

"Yeah and he was supposed to be only mine!"

"Well, I guess he likes guys too, right daddy?" Eddie said talking to Hopper, to which he chuckled again

"Okay okay, there's enough for the two of you, we can share if you want to?"

So that's how you ended up sandwiched between both men, back facing Hopper and he grinded against your ass while he made you and Eddie make out, hands roaming each other's bodies, you felt yourself being lifted and you knew it was your step dad making space for him to fuck you in the ass, having better access to your tits Eddie wasted no time in latching onto one and nursing on it while also looking to enter your pussy

"Fuck daddy, fuck me please"

"Already on it princess" Hopper said as he je started to fuck your ass, while Eddie followed behind on fucking your pussy, wrapping your legs around Eddie's waist as you were being held by Hopper

"Fuck, I'm so close, gonna cum, fuck gonna cum!" You moaned as both men kissed your shoulders, neck, back and chest and then each other over your frame

"Cum baby, lemme feel it" Eddie said ramming into your pussy as Hopper kept on destroying your ass

With one loud shriek you came all over Eddie as he pumped his cum into you, what you loved of him was how much he came all the time, he would literally bulge your stomach from how much he came inside you, meanwhile Hopper emptied out in your ass

"Your turn Eddie boy"

"Yessir"

Now on your back with your legs wide open, Eddie on all four's eating you out while Hopper fucked him from behind, it was beautiful sight to see, how good Eddie took Hopper's 9 incher in his ass and how it brushed against his prostate every time he moved, and how his tongue was fucking your pussy along with Hopper's rythm was all too much and too good all over

"Fuck, fuck!" Eddie moaned into your pussy as he neared his peak, cock twitching as he prepared to cum again

"Cum Eddie, cum all over yourself Ed's, such a good boy" you praised him as his eyes rolled back and he came all over the bed, he thrusted two fingers in you as he sucked hard on your clit to make you cum too, your eyes rolled back as you reached your orgasm along with Hopper who was cumming in Eddie's ass

"Fuck... This was so good" Hopper said out of breath pulled out of your boyfriend's ass

"Too good..." You said as Eddie fell on you and you kissed his head "I'm sorry for cheating on you first"

"It's okay, at least we cheated with the same hot guy" Eddie yelped when he received a slap on the ass from Hopper

"Behave you two, or I'll punish you both"

You looked at Eddie and smiled at each other, wanting to tease Hopper some more

Guess it didn't end that bad after all...

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Tagging my friendo @ali-r3n for supporting this nasty idea 💜

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson/reader #eddie x you #boyfriend eddie munson #eddie munson x chubby reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie smut #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x reader #chief jim hopper #jim hopper #jim hopper smut #step dad jim hopper

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crashqueen-motorbaby · 1 year ago

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headcanon that when hop adopts billy, billy doesn’t start calling him ‘dad’, instead he calls him ‘pop’ instead of ‘hop’ one day by accident and just sticks with it

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargrove deserved better #jim hopper #chief hopper #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove deserves a real family and if you think otherwise then argue with the wall #also if anyone wants to write this please tag me i would do it but i’m shit at writing #stranger things headcanons

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strangererotica · 3 months ago

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EXPLICIT CONTENT • MINORS DNI

Jim Hopper x Reader • oral (f receiving) • anal sex • friends with benefits • lil bit of degradation • reader isn’t sure about the situationship she’s entering with Hopper • reader gets off on the idea of being used • Hopper pursues reader till he gets what he wants

Goosebumps blossom over your arm in the wake of Hopper’s touch, a shiver rippling through you. This isn’t supposed to happen, you tell yourself. Girls like you don’t do this sort of thing…good girls, at least where appearances are concerned. To everyone in Hawkins, you’re the sweet new waitress just hired on at Benny’s. But to Chief Jim Hopper, you’re something else: prey…

You’d known it the first time he looked at you…the way his eyes had lifted from the newspaper in front of him and locked on yours. Jim Hopper wanted you. You’d never forget the way he looked your body up and down, his eyes glazing over you like he was more interested in having you for dinner than anything on the menu. And his voice…fuck, his voice. Hopper had said your name as soon as he saw the badge on your apron, and you realized that no one’s voice had ever made your body respond sexually before his.

He’d started offering that very night to walk you to your car after your shift ended. When you explained that your shift didn’t end for another hour, Hopper wasn’t deterred. It wasn’t any trouble, he said. He was off duty for the night anyway. When Hopper showed up again the following night, same time, same table, you began to realize a pattern was forming. He insisted on you being his waitress every night for the next week, and even after the weekend came and went, Hopper was right back at his now-usual table Monday evening and waiting for his now-usual waitress: you.

What had started as walking you to your car inevitably led to conversation and eventually, a kind of friendship between you both. When Hopper offered to pick you up at home and take you to work, in addition to driving you home each night, you knew something else was motivating his ‘politeness.’ Hopper wanted more from you than friendship. At the end of the day, he wanted the same thing as any other man: to get his dick wet. Granted, he was trying very hard to get you to like him, and it was kind of cute, almost as if he was courting you. But realistically, you knew Hopper’s efforts were simply made in pursuit of your body. And while you felt guilty for admitting it to yourself, you wanted the same thing from Hopper, too. Despite being older, divorced, and a dad to a teenager, you’d never found yourself more attracted to another man in your life. Something just felt inherently forbidden, and exciting about the possibility of fucking Jim Hopper, in the context of that kind of relationship…one where you were not just intimate as friends, but lovers as well.

Hopper’s face lit up like he’d just been handed the world when you eventually agreed to let him drive you to and from work. You found it slightly unnerving that Hopper already had your address; but being chief of police, of course he could easily find out where anyone in town lived. Tonight, Hopper offered to drive you home as usual after your shift at Benny’s ended. But unlike all the nights before, you find yourself with Hopper in the backseat of his Blazer, his broad shoulders casing you in like willing prey…

Hopper’s nose grazes the shell of your ear, his tongue prodding your lobe. You can’t stop the sharp whine that squeaks up your throat. Hopper grins at your ear in a way that tells you he sure as hell heard it. “C’mon,” he coaxes in that damned voice of his, thick and husky, the sound of masculinity itself. Hopper’s lips seal over your earlobe, tugging it gently. The sensation goes straight between your thighs, your clit aching to be sucked like that. His hand closes around your wrist, hard enough to remind you who’s in charge. Hopper pulls your hand between your bodies to his groin, rubbing his erection against it. The act is so brash, so crude, you’d find it offensive under other circumstances…if it was someone else, anyone else, other than Jim Hopper…

And that’s when you realize it’s stupid to ignore the truth any longer. You’ve wanted this for so long. You’ve gotten off playing this scenario out in your mind for weeks now, since meeting Hopper at the restaurant. Now you’re living it, the opportunity to feel Hopper in you and on you and everywhere. And you don’t want to waste another second. You tilt your face to Hopper’s, your lips ghosting against his. He lets you stay that way a moment, allowing you the illusion of control. “You feel it, don’t ya?” Hopper asks, and you know he’s not talking about his erection against your hand. The electricity between you is palpable…like a lit firework. Ready to explode. It’s been this way for awhile now, a tension so thick you’d swear you could choke on it. Right now, you’d prefer to choke on something else. Hopper abruptly gropes his free hand up your shirt, fingers slipping inside your bra. He isn’t gentle when he squeezes your breast, his palm bearing the callouses of a man who’s accustomed to handling a woman with the same tenderness he handles a gun. You pull in a sharp breath as Hopper rolls your nipple between his thumb and index finger. “Jim-,” you begin, but he swallows your words in a kiss. It’s selfish, the kind of kiss you know isn’t for you. Hopper is getting off, and he’s using you to do it. You could just as easily be his right hand tonight, for all you’re worth to him. But still, there’s part of you that wants to mean more to Hopper than that.

He licks into your mouth, his tongue a force all its own. Now that’s he’s had a taste, Hopper wants to know how every inch of you tastes. He decides to start with your cunt. Hopper releases your wrist and shifts his body down yours. He removes his hand from under your shirt, wrapping both his hands around your ass and tugging you forward, pressing his face into your skirt. The only thing separating Hopper’s mouth from your cunt are your thin cotton panties. He can taste you through the fabric, your wet heat slick and warm on his tongue. You taste like caramel and musk, and it’s all Hopper can do to keep from busting inside his uniform at the flavor. It’s been so long since he’s had a woman’s cum in his mouth. Ever since taking El in as his own, Hopper’s sex life has completely evaporated. He needs this, after months of fucking his own fist in the shower every night, he needs your warm, willing body to use. And that’s exactly what he does.

Hopper traces a fingertip over the outline of your cunt through your panties, watching your puffy lips quiver under his touch. He swallows, hungry in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. You adjust yourself on the sticky backseat, shifting your cunt closer to Hopper’s face. He can’t resist the closeness of your scent, your slick cum begging to be eaten. Hopper presses his face against your pussy, nuzzling your labia through your soaked panties. His tongue darts out to collect your cum, pulling it between his lips with a satisfied groan. Your fingers find Hopper’s shoulders in the dark, clutching the fabric of his khaki shirt and holding on as he penetrates you slightly with the tip of his tongue. The panties are still in the way, and Hopper decides it’s well past time they disappear. He slips his index finger beneath the waistband and tugs them down, helping you out of them completely. Hopper wants to get a good look at your bare, glistening cunt, but he’s too impatient, too horny. Nothing is going to keep your cunt out of his mouth a second longer. He delves into you, his tongue breaching your entrance and spreading your walls as he licks them clean.

All of your previous hesitation has completely disappeared, your thighs trembling around Hopper’s head as you let yourself succumb to the pulsing throb of his tongue massaging you. He spreads your ass with his huge, rough hands, gliding a fingertip over your asshole, testing its tightness. Hopper then abruptly shoves two fingers inside your pussy, just long enough to collect some of your juices. He then removes his fingers and smears your cum onto your asshole, testing it again and when he’s satisfied it’s slick enough for him to penetrate you, Hopper does.

You moan loudly, unable to stay quiet. You’re parked out in the woods after dark, but still, the thought of someone hearing you has crossed your mind. What would the people of Hawkins think, if they found out the sweet little waitress that serves them their burgers was serving her cunt to the chief of police in the back of his squad car? The worry leaves your mind as soon as it begins. Because when Hopper starts twisting his finger inside your ass, there’s suddenly no space in your mind for anything besides how good he feels manipulating your guts. The ceiling of his Blazer flickers into view as you stare up at it, your eyes half-lidded in bliss while Hopper eats and fingers you. The whole car smells like sex, your cunt filling the vehicle with a scent Hopper hopes lasts forever. He’ll probably get hard immediately every time he gets in the car from now on…he’ll probably have to ‘take care of himself,’ on the way to the station each morning, smelling your cunt everywhere as he drives. But it’ll be worth it. Every single time.

Hopper pulls his finger from inside your ass and uses both hands to flip you over onto your stomach. He keeps your ass spread and licks a fat swipe up between your cheeks, spanking his palm against your skin till you whimper. He rubs away the red patch blooming on your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his rough palm. Hopper shifts to a kneeling position on the backseat. You can’t see him but you can hear Hopper panting above you, his breath spraying cum from his lips onto your back. The weighty, thick pressure of his cock between your cheeks pulls you from the trance you’ve succumbed to. Is he really about to fuck your ass in the backseat of his car?

“Hey,” Hopper breathes, his voice huskier than usual, the fat tip of his cock wedged between your asscheeks. “This alright with you?” It’s perhaps a crude way to ask for consent, but Hopper already has it, as far as you’re concerned. “Yeah,” you affirm over your shoulder. “I want it…I want to feel you everywhere…”

A thick glob of saliva lands between your cheeks as Hopper spits onto your hole, massaging the liquid into your tight bud with the head of his cock. Your hole puckers in anticipation, and a little in fear. You know Hopper’s big; you felt his size pressed against you earlier, and it’s obvious he’s bigger than average. When he sinks his tip inside you, it’s not without pain. Your hole clenches in protest, along with your fists. Hopper’s hot breath on your back relaxes you, reminding you of your purpose. You relax the muscles in your body, unclenching your asshole and letting Hopper use you. He presses another inch inside you, his girth stretching your ass to capacity already. “Doing s’good for me,” Hopper grunts against your back. “Takin’ me so good…never been able to fit inside a woman’s ass before…”

Again, crude, not the kind of language you’d expect from a man who’s fucking you for the first time ever. But it makes you feel even more used, and to your surprise, the idea of being little more than a pliant hole for Hopper to fill excites you.

He presses a hand flat against your back, bracing you to take what’s coming next. With an almost pained groan, Hopper presses his cock deeper inside your ass, pushing past the last bit of fight your hole was putting up against him. He knows he can’t stuff anymore of himself inside you without breaking you. The temptation is there, but Hopper resists. He draws back his hips, then thrusts forward as deep as you can take him without splitting you in half. You grunt into the backseat, a line of drool leaking from your parted lips. Hopper picks up the pace of his thrusts, bucking into you in earnest. He leans forward so his body is curved over yours, the hair on his chest and stomach rubbing against your back as he humps you. Every rough, sloppy rock of Hopper’s hips grinds your clit into the seat beneath you, edging you closer to a peak so intense, it hurts. Both of Hopper’s hands move to your shoulders, pinning you down as he takes you from behind. Your open mouth remains wide in a silent scream as a shattering orgasm bursts through you, both your holes clenching and releasing again and again as you convulse under the weight of Hopper’s body.

He can’t last any longer with your asshole contracting and squeezing around him like a vice. Hopper growls like an animal as he ejaculates, his cock pumping thick loads of semen into your ass. He all but collapses onto you, holding himself up by his elbows at your sides, his big body framing yours. Claiming you. His prey, the prize he’d worked to attain for weeks. The ass he’d watched walk away from his table at Benny’s is now full of his cum, oozing like a cream-filled dessert underneath him.

Hopper lifts his weight off of you and reaches for a towel from the front seat. He wipes his dick clean and then your ass, pulling the towel between your cheeks and absorbing as much of his cum as he can. He doesn’t want your asshole leaking semen all over your pretty work dress; that would just be inconsiderate, Hopper reasons. He checks your expression, to see how you’re handling this new, uncharted territory his dick just propelled you into. “You okay?” Hopper asks, relieved when you respond “yeah. How about you?”

Hopper chuckles at your question, tucking his softening cock back into his pants. His eyebrow lifts coyly. “Never better,” he replies. “I was just thinking, you want to stay over at my place tonight?” Hopper waves his hand to the window. “I mean, it’s not much further from here. S’nice little cabin in the middle of nowhere.” He leans in closer, his elbow rubbing yours. “What d’you say?”

You ponder his question a moment, wondering what the implications of spending the night at Hopper’s place could mean for your relationship. You’re familiar with the concept of friends that fuck around without being romantically involved, and maybe this is the kind of dynamic you can have with Hopper? “Okay,” you tell him. “But you’ve still got to drive me to work in the morning.” Hopper laughs, pushing open his door to head for the driver’s seat. “I just made you come all over the backseat of my car,” he teases, cocky as ever. “I think I can manage to get you to work on time, too.” ♥️

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