#dbf!jim hopper

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Jim Hopper x reader • Hopper has been your dad’s best friend for years. He always thought you were a nice, if not slightly awkward, kid. But when you return home to Hawkins during a break from college, Hopper is immediately smitten with the young woman you’ve become. He indulges his infatuation with you in the only way he can. Hopper lets his mind run wild with a fantasy that’s become familiar to him, even though his feelings for you leave him racked with guilt. And maybe that’s where the story would end for Hopper, alone and burning up in a desire he would never be set free from… But when you came home to Hawkins, you brought with you a knowledge, a craft, that a practical man like Hopper would never give credence to, until it captures him wholly, body-mind-and spirit…

Quiet moments like this were the most difficult for Hopper. When he wasn’t physically kept busy with his job, he was mentally kept busy by his conscience. Guilt tended to creep up on him most acutely in the moments he should have been able to rest, especially the early hours of morning. While Hopper believed mornings should be spent with warm coffee and personal introspection, he found it impossible to practice what he preached.

In fact, Hopper’s hypocrisy extended to more than one area in his life. While the town of Hawkins assumed their Chief of Police was, for the most part, an upstanding and honorable man, he harbored an uncomfortable secret that burned in the back of his heart: Jim Hopper was in love with his best friend’s daughter…

If only you’d never come back to Hawkins, Hopper told himself, he wouldn’t be caught in this moral storm. If you’d stayed away at college, Hopper never would have given you a second thought, except for when your dad mentioned you. His only memory of you would have remained the one Hopper had always had, of you as a skinny, polite-but-awkward kid.

The current image of you in Hopper’s mind was vastly different. You were all grown up now, the clumsiness of your youth replaced with a woman’s elegance. A gentle, refined softness had replaced all your rough edges, the gangly limbs of your teen years now shaped into the graceful form of a young woman. A beautiful woman, Hopper realized, who had him completely wrapped around your finger…

The day began as a regular Monday morning for Hopper, complete with the weight of guilt on his conscience. He stared up at the ceiling from bed and had a cigarette, his free hand moving beneath the blanket covering him, lazily massaging his cock. Hopper had always taken care of his morning wood, usually as his first activity of every day. But what now darkened his behavior and made it feel wrong, was the fact that Hopper couldn’t touch himself without thinking of you…

He tried to imagine someone else…anyone else. Hopper’s usual mental reference for masturbation was Bo Derek, an actress he’d had a crush on for years. The recurring fantasy Hopper had entertained for so long now felt stale in comparison to his thoughts of you…You, with your pretty, bright eyes flashing wide up at Hopper, a blush blooming on your cheeks as you realize he’s standing in the doorway of your room…as you realize he’s been standing there, watching you undress, for minutes now. And you’re covering yourself with the first item of clothing you could grab, a thin t-shirt, clutching it over your breasts in an attempt to hide your nakedness...

…But the shirt’s fabric is too sheer to provide any true coverage, any real protection from Hopper’s penetrating, wolfish stare. He steps inside your room, closing the door behind him, and presses in the lock with his thumb…

In the privacy of his bed, Hopper’s hand moved with more direction beneath the sheet, his grip around his cock tensing. As usual, he’d give in to the temptation that plagued him daily: he was going to come to the fantasy of you.

In Hopper’s mind, there were no moral obstacles in his way, no societal expectations from anyone preventing him from having you. He could fuck your face, your tits, your cunt, your ass, and come anywhere on and in you that he pleased. No one was there to stop him in the safe enclosure of his fantasy. And Hopper allowed himself to indulge.

“…Chief?” your wide eyes darted over his face. “W-what are you doing here?”

Hopper’s hand left the doorknob, moving to his shirt collar. “I think you and I already know the answer to that question, (y/n),” he said, his voice low, husky. You took a step back as you watched Hopper loosen the first few buttons of his shirt, your grip on the fabric covering you faltering slightly.

“How long were you standing there?” you asked tentatively. “Watching me?”

Hopper smirked as he undid the last button on his shirt. “Long enough to know that everything I’ve imagined about your body is right,” he replied, moving closer. “You’re fucking beautiful, (y/n)…Has anyone ever told you that?”

Your eyes drifted over Hopper’s exposed chest and down his stomach, watching as he unbuckled his belt. You nodded confidently, feeling less embarrassed. “Plenty of guys have told me I’m beautiful,” you replied, your voice a little sharper than you intended. You allowed the t-shirt over your chest to slip a little further down, revealing your nipples. “I’m twenty-one years old, Chief Hopper. Of course I date.” You smirked back at him now. “Lots of guys have fucked me.”

“Mm-hmm,” Hopper chuckled to himself, pulling his belt from his jeans. “I’m sure they have. And all these guys-,” He emphasized the word. “-any of them actually make you come?”

Your cheeks heated again, going pink. “I…uh-,” you stammered, as Hopper tossed his belt to your bedroom floor. “Any of these boys...” His hand moved to his cock, palming the bulge tenting his jeans. “…Make you feel like a man could make you feel…?”

Your chest dipped, your breath quickening as Hopper closed the space between your bodies. “…Like I could make you feel?” he continued, his dark blue eyes probing yours. Hopper was standing right in front of you now, mere inches separating your bodies. His hands moved to cover yours, gently removing them (and the t-shirt) from your breasts.

Your lips parted in an expression of both surprise and desire. Hopper cupped your cheek warmly in his palm, gliding his fingertips lightly along your chin. Your eyes fell closed in blissful surrender as Hopper touched you, the last of your defenses evaporating…

Hopper groaned as he fisted his cock, the muscles in his stomach tense. He knew he needed to hurry his fantasy along, or risk arriving even later at the station than he usually did Monday mornings. Hopper had already overslept and still had to shower, shave, and grab something quick to eat before heading into the station. So in his mind, Hopper fast-forwarded a bit to the part of his fantasy he liked best…the part where you begged…

…Hopper’s cock punched deep, sloppy thrusts inside you, rocking your bed frame, knocking off several plushies as he split you in half. One of his hands was wrapped in your hair, pulling your head back, your lips parted in a moan of ecstasy as he fucked places inside you no other man had reached.

“Come on, honey,” Hopper murmured down at you, his voice thick with exertion. “Go ahead and let go; I’ve got you sweetheart, just let it go…”

You whimpered beneath him, bucking under the weight of Hopper’s body. “Chief-,” you started, but Hopper cut you off, his words punctuated by each thrust of his hips. “That’s not my name, honey,” he gently insisted. “Go on-say my name-I know you know it-.”

“-Jim,” you panted against his shoulder. “Jim please, please Jim, please come inside me-.”

Hopper’s cock twitched at your request, at hearing you whimper his name. His balls were tight, aching for relief. Hopper’s eyebrows met, his forehead creased as he strained to withhold his climax just a little longer…

“Say it again,” he growled beside your ear, but your reply was lost in a groan. “Hey!” Hopper said forcefully, taking hold of your chin and holding it firmly. Your lips parted, and he spat between them. “Say my name if you want my cum,” Hopper ordered. “Say-,” *thrust* “My-,” *thrust* “Name...”

You came undone beneath Hopper, his name spilling out from between your lips like a prayer as he spilled his release inside you…

Hopper’s cock pulsed in his fist, his stomach clenching as a thick, creamy load of cum gushed from his tip. He cursed as his semen made a mess all over the bed; Hopper would have to wash the sheets later, or else sleep in his own cum that night. He reached for a fresh cigarette and stared up at the ceiling while exhaling thin clouds of smoke in its direction.

Hopper wondered how much longer he could go on like this? His ability to resist fantasizing about you was virtually non existent. Eventually, he’d have to either figure out a way to let go of his lust for you, or tell you how he felt. And Hopper knew the second option really wasn’t an option at all. There’s no way in hell you’d actually be attracted to him, Hopper thought. He was the same age as your dad, and that alone had to be a major turn-off for you. The likelihood of you ever viewing him as anything besides a contemporary of your dad’s was slim to none. And the last thing Hopper wanted to be, for you, was a father figure…

He swung his legs over the bed, and forced himself to the shower. Hopper knew that revealing his sick secret would destroy his friendship with your dad. He didn’t want that. And maybe more than anything, Hopper didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He chuckled darkly to himself as he stood in the shower, letting the water run over him. A sweet, pretty young woman like you would never guess she was the subject of a perverted cop’s fantasies. Not with all the men who probably pursued you at college, men twenty years younger than Hopper. At best, you likely viewed him as a nice older man, someone you could trust just like you could trust your dad.

Hopper shook his head, gazing down at the shower drain. How wrong you were, he thought to himself. Because there was nothing about Hopper that was trustworthy, when it came to his true feelings for you. He was a hypocrite, a liar, and a convincing one. For now, he would go on spending time with your dad, at your home, pretending like everything was okay. And one day, when you returned to college, maybe Hopper would be free of your spell…

✨ one week earlier ✨

It was a peaceful Monday morning for you. Home from college on Summer break, waking up in your childhood bedroom filled you with a rush of nostalgia you hadn’t experienced in a long time. Sunlight feathered through your curtains and across your bed. You stretched your legs and arms, and let your thoughts drift to the evening before.

Jim Hopper had stopped by to visit your dad last night and watch a football game together. You hadn’t seen Hopper in over two years. To be honest, you’d forgotten about your old crush on the town’s chief of police, letting it fade to the back of your mind as college life became your main focus. Traveling away from home to the big city of Indianapolis, Indiana, was a life-changing experience. You’d never been that far from Hawkins before, and while a few familiar faces from home were there as well, it still felt like the small town you loved was a whole world away.

Over time, you’d forgotten about Chief Hopper and the silly little crush you’d had on him when you were younger. But when he showed up at your house last night, your feelings for him were…brand new. Now, you were an adult, and nothing about your previous crush was present in the feelings you had watching your dad’s friend enter your home. Viewing Hopper through the eyes of a woman, your perception of him was completely different.

You’d been with a man before, a man your age. It had only happened once, and it was terrible. You regretted losing your virginity to someone who obviously had no idea what he was doing, let alone what he was supposed to be doing to you. Part of you wondered what a man like Jim Hopper, a man with decades of experience fucking women, could do to you? The Chief’s love life had always been a popular topic of gossip around town. Rumor had it that Hopper was quite promiscuous, and had developed a reputation as a womanizer in his younger days. A man like that, who you just so happened to be insanely attracted to, could probably show you what sex was supposed to be like. What a real, rough fuck was like, the kind of fucking you fantasized about, the kind of thoughts you touched yourself to…

You sifted through the pages of a well-worn notebook. In its contents were various notes on divination, the phases of the moon, a record and analysis of your dreams, the magickal correspondences of crystals, colors, and more. But by far, the most important content in your notebook were the spells you’d written. Some had worked, some had failed, and there were some you had written but not yet used. One of these un-cast spells was the love spell you’d written. Admittedly, it was less of a love spell and more of a lust spell, but…regardless, you hadn’t yet found the right person to use as inspiration when the spell was cast. You’d never desired anyone enough to make an attempt at bending the Universe’s will to influence your love life, but…seeing Jim Hopper again had stirred something powerful inside you.

Gathering your supplies, you prepared yourself mentally and physically to carry out the spell. You opened your bedroom window and let the sun sink its fingers beneath your skin, absorbing its masculine energy. Performing the spell by moonlight would have been useful in securing a lover whose energy was feminine. But the object of your desire was absolutely dripping with a masculinity so potent, you didn’t think you’d ever been near a man who exuded such powerful masculine energy.

After completing the spell, you trusted that the only thing left to do was wait. You climbed back into the familiar warmth of your bed, feeling a bit sleepy, but with a thrumming ache between your thighs that just couldn’t be ignored. Slipping a hand beneath your panties, you imagined it was Jim Hopper’s hand instead. Believing in your personal power, you trusted that the Universe was working with you. It may take a week, or ten days, or fourteen; but you would have Jim Hopper. If he didn’t want you already, he would, and badly. He would soon be craving you, not just desiring you, but burning alive inside with the need to possess you. Closing your eyes, you began to rub soft circles over your clit, building the pressure until it broke in waves, and Jim Hopper’s name was spilling from your lips in panted, grateful whispers… ✨

PART TWO

[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."

[pinkypromisepascal]

A story request when hopper is your dad best friend and you like each other, thank youu

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 (𝚍𝚋𝚏!𝙷𝚘𝚙 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

summary: You're home from college and Hop's over for dinner. You realize you can't get your dad's best friend out of your head.

content: some sexual tension (MDNI), age gap (reader's in her 20s, Hop's like 40), and some curse words 'cause I can't live without them

word count: 3.9k

author's note: don't get me started on how long I took for this. This was actually 6.9k words, but I split it into two parts (and I got even more planned AHHH). Also, this is set pre-season one. Anon, I am so sorry I took so long for this, I hope you remember this request and like how it turned out!

and thanks to @strang3lov3 for helping me work on this, don't know what I'd do without you!

part two!

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You were on summer break from college, finally visiting your parents again. You loved living in a bigger city, but you also loved Hawkins every time you visited. The small town just seemed so calm, so unwinding. Plus, staying with your parents always guaranteed a fun time, they were always trying to make the best of your stay.

The sun was gonna set soon as you drove into Hawkins, the temperature was comfortably warm, allowing you to dress in one of your favorite summer dresses.

Your dad was already out on the porch of your small house, a bottle of beer in his hand and a wide smile on his lips as you pulled up the driveway in your car.

“Hey, sunshine!”, he called as you stepped out, lifting himself off the porch stairs and approaching you with spread arms.

You hugged him happily and rubbed his back.

“I see you’ve started celebrating without me.”, you giggled, nodding to the beer bottle.

“Oh, well, Mom and I were just so happy you’re coming by -” You chuckled at that, “I’m joking, I don’t care when you start drinking. As long as it’s not that good whisky you bought, I’d be mad if you started that without me.” Your dad raised his hands in defense, “I would never, sunshine, y’know that. Oh by the way, totally forgot to tell ya, but Hop’s coming over tonight as well. Told him about our barbecue plans and thought he’d have a good time with us.”

You stopped in your tracks to the trunk and cocked an eyebrow at your dad. “Jim Hopper? Huh, haven’t seen him in a while. Still Chief of Police?” Your dad nodded with a smile. 

“Still drinking on duty?”, you asked with a cocky grin. 

He laughed at that and shrugged, “You’ll have to ask him that yourself, I won’t be the telltale here.” You shook your head with a smile and unloaded your trunk, handing your dad the small suitcase.

As you entered the house, you could already smell the food that was gonna be served soon.

You sighed happily as you took the scent of your mom’s salad in, “I really miss this smell sometimes when I’m in college.”

You placed your backpack on the couch and went to your mom, who was standing in the kitchen, cutting up vegetables. You greeted her softly and hugged her. “Good to see you, sweetie, how are you? How’s college going for you? Anything fun happen outside of college? Anything romantic?” 

You smiled at her and scrunched your nose, avoiding her last question, “Eh, it’s stressful, got some papers that I need to work on, but it’s still fun. Need some help with the food?”

You internally cringed; talking about romantic topics was the last thing you could use at the moment. It wasn’t like there would be much to talk about anyway.

Your mom waved a hand at you with a smile, “I’m good, you can just sit down and grab a drink to cool off a little.” 

“I will, just gonna get my stuff to my room real quick.”

You returned a minute later, your father handing you a bottle of beer with a questioning look. You grabbed the drink with a smile and took a swig before getting plates and cutlery from the kitchen and taking them outside to set the table. Your mom jokingly scolded you for that, but you just waved her off with a grin.

You enjoyed the light breeze outside, the warm summer air gently brushing your hair out of your face. As you ordered the plates, you heard some commotion from inside. 

You finished your task and stepped back inside, your eyes instantly locking with the blue ones of Chief Jim Hopper who was standing next to your dad.

“Evening, Chief.”, you chimed in and watched his lips twist into a smirk. 

“Hey there.”, he responded as he took his hat off and held it in his hands. You noticed that he was still in uniform. He probably came over here right from work.

“Like the uniform.”, you smiled as you pointed at it, “Makes you look all serious.”

Jim chuckled, “So I don’t look serious when I’m not in uniform?”

You raised your arms in a defensive gesture and walked over to your mum who was almost done with preparing the food.

“No comment on that, Chief. Don’t wanna get arrested.”, you joked. You briefly glanced over to him to see him smiling warmly at you again.

You felt your heart skip a beat and cleared your throat, turning to your mother to help her carry the salad and the bread outside.

At first, you were a little unsure how the mood at dinner would be when your dad told you Hopper would be joining you. You didn’t have anything against him, you just never really felt like you could read him, and that bothered you sometimes.

He always seemed so serious, stoic almost, although he and your dad were pretty chatty with each other, just like today.

You glanced over to Hop, who was sitting right across you, as he talked to your parents. He looked more relaxed than you remembered. Maybe it was his third beer slowly letting him loose the serious demeanor.

You kept looking at him, observing him. You looked at his right hand that was holding the bottle on the table, noticing that his middle finger was drawing small circles on it. It was probably an unconscious habit, and you couldn’t help but find it somewhat adorable.

As you smiled to yourself, you noticed his gaze shifting to you. You looked into his blue eyes and your heart skipped a beat again.

*Since when did you find him so attractive?

Was that just the uniform?*

His look made you feel like he was expecting your answer to something. Your eyes widened. Had you zoned out that bad over watching him?

“Sorry, what?”, you asked, trying to play it off with a grin, noticing your parents were looking at you as well. 

“We were just talking about your college life.”, your mom smiled as she patted your hair, a gesture she hadn’t shaken off ever since you were a kid. It still sent a warm flush across your face, it made you feel safe.

“You alright? You’ve been quiet since we’ve been out here.”, your dad asked with a smile, not too concerned that something was really bothering you. 

“Yeah, no, I’m good, just a little tired, that’s all.”, you replied. 

You were hoping your parents would go back to their conversation again, but that hope was shattered when Hopper asked you how you liked college. 

You took a deep breath and laughed, “Jesus, I hate these questions… Uhm, it’s fun.” 

You shrugged, not knowing what exactly he, or anyone who ever asked you that, wanted to hear. “It’s fine. I mean, there’s a lot of input and there are some lectures, some professors, or some other students I really can’t stand, but other than that…”, you shrugged again, laughing awkwardly, “Fine.”

Hopper smiled at that and chuckled. “Art history, right?”, he asked softly, “That’s what you’re studying.” 

You smiled back at him and felt a light blush coming to your cheeks. “Yeah.” 

“So you wanna work in a museum when you’re done? Or in a gallery?”, he asked, his attention now fully on you.

Your breath caught in your throat. The way he sat there, his body relaxed, his right hand still holding the bottle, his eyes staying on you as he took a sip from it, his tongue quickly swiping over his bottom lip as he set the bottle down again, and his uniform just fitting him so right.

Your smile grew bigger at his question. “That’d be perfect, but I haven’t decided yet. But, yeah, I’d love to work in an art museum.” You briefly looked over to your parents who were both looking at you proudly.

“Bet you’d fit great in there.”, Hopper smirked. You nodded at him and mumbled a quick “thanks”, a little overwhelmed with how he seemed so focused on you.

Lucky for you, his attention switched to your father again as he asked something about work at the police station. This gave you time to collect your thoughts a little.

Why did you feel so attracted to your dad’s friend? What exactly was it about him? Was it just that he looked very handsome, with his somewhat rugged behavior most of the time, which made you wonder why he was so kind towards you? Was it his seemingly genuine interest in you and what you did? Or was it just the thought of doing something potentially immoral? Or simply your lack of love and romance at college that made you fall for every guy that was nice to you?

You looked at Hopper again as he talked to your dad, almost admiring him. You couldn’t grasp what made him so attractive to you, he was just your dad’s friend. There was nothing special about him. Nothing that really stood out. Except for his eyes, maybe. And his beard. And his voice… And his uniform, obviously. Your eyes widened a little as you realized your thoughts, finding more and more things about him you considered attractive. You silently cursed yourself and shifted a little in your chair, untangling your crossed legs and stretching them out under the table.

You startled a little as you brushed against another leg. You quickly pulled back and saw Hopper glancing at you with a smirk before shifting his focus on your dad again as they kept chatting. To get a hold of yourself again, you grabbed your glass in front of you and took a big sip of the cold water, using the condensation on the glass to cool yourself on your wrists as your mother started telling you something about all the things you could do during your stay in Hawkins.

Thankful for the distraction, you happily listened to her ramble about all the things the two of you could do together and all the things you could teach her once you finished your studies.

“We could go to all kinds of museums across the world and see all your favorite paintings! Wouldn’t that be great?”  You nodded, giggling to yourself, “That would be awesome.” 

As you told your mom about a recent lecture you’d found very interesting, you watched Hopper through the corner of your eye.

He took a cigarette out of a pack and stuffed it between his lips. He grabbed a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette. You didn’t care about smoking yourself, but there was something about the way it sat between his lips or dangled between his fingers when he held it in his hand.

God fucking dammit, get a hold of yourself, your mind screamed at you. You cleared your throat again and looked at your mum, quickly excusing yourself and heading to the bathroom.

“It’s gotta be a hormonal thing.”, you muttered to yourself as you entered the bathroom and locked the door.

You turned on the faucet and let cold water run over your hands and wrists to cool yourself. After a few moments, you shook some water off your hands before placing them on your neck, dampening the skin. You closed your eyes as you enjoyed the coolness, startling when an image of Hopper standing in front of you, taking your hand away and putting his on your neck instead to cool you down popped up. You opened your eyes and looked into the mirror with a confused look.  “Pull yourself together, for fuck’s sake.”, you said to your reflection. You walked out the bathroom and back into the garden, joining your mom and Hopper again.

Before you could ask, your dad came into view with a bottle of whisky. You chuckled to yourself and rubbed your hands together playfully. 

“If that one’s not good, I’m heading home first thing in the morning.”, you warned with a laugh.  Your dad shook his head with a smile as he poured the drinks for everyone. As you grabbed your glass and lifted it to your lips, you noticed Hopper glancing at you yet again. Something about his look made you a little uneasy, but you couldn’t figure out what. He looked attentive and a little stern. 

You tried not to think about the sweet shiver his look gave you and kept eye contact as both of you took a sip. The liquid burnt slightly in your throat, almost making you cough, but you kept a straight face as you swallowed quickly. 

Hopper nodded approvingly, “Not a single twitch in her face. Didn’t expect that.” He looked over to your dad who just shrugged and chuckled, “Told ya so.” You looked at both of them with a cocked eyebrow. “Just told him you handle whisky pretty well, that’s all.”, your dad smiled. You didn’t know what to answer, so you remained silent at first and shrugged a little, but couldn’t hide a smirk. “Bet I could drink you old men under the table anytime.”, you teased, earning a laugh from both your parents.  “That a challenge?”, Hopper asked and you didn’t even have to look at him to sense the amusement in his voice. You shrugged again, trying to look serious as you locked eyes with him, but failing immediately, feeling your cheeks heat up again.

For the rest of the evening, you couldn’t shake the feeling of some sort of tension between Hop and yourself. You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination, if he was just in a mood to taunt you or if there was something else you hadn’t caught on to yet.

And you could’ve sworn he was eyeing you when you stood up to grab a coke from the fridge.

At around ten, Hopper announced he’d be heading home, despite your dad suggesting he could just crash on the couch.

You waved him goodbye with a sweet smile and watched as he got into his car. Before he drove off, you noticed his eyes lingering on you a tad too long as his lips twitched into a slight smirk and reached forward to start the car before driving off.

As you headed inside, you helped your parents clear the table outside. You grabbed the glasses and took them into the kitchen. Your mother mentioned some plans for the upcoming week. “Your dad and I are havin’ our date night on Wednesday. That okay with you?”

You nodded firmly, “‘Course that’s okay, Mom, I don’t mind. I’ll just try to make some plans myself for that night so you can have your space ‘round here, don’t wanna interrupt you two havin’ fun.” You cringed a little at your phrasing, definitely not intending for the last part to sound so suggestive. Your mum just chuckled, “Thank you, sweetie. Maybe some old friends from high school’re around that you wanna meet up with.” “Not sure if I really want that, I think my taste in people has changed.”, you groaned bitterly.

As you got ready for bed and changed into your pajamas, moments from the dinner kept replaying in your head and sent a shiver through your whole body. You couldn’t ignore the way Hopper had looked at you with his pretty blue eyes. His expressions never gave much away, but sometimes, his eyes could say more than he would ever dare to speak. You laid down and tried to clear your mind from him, but you couldn’t help thinking about what he’d be like if you got to know him better. How he would take care of you if you had a bad day, how he would always ask about your major and listen to everything you’d tell him.

“My fucking god.”, you mumbled to yourself and rubbed your eyes before turning to your side, focusing on just getting some sleep.

Throughout the next days, your mind kept drifting off, which was messing you up when you were trying to work on a paper for college. You were sitting at the table in the kitchen, sipping on your third cup of coffee for the day and staring at the book in front of you with wide eyes and ruffling your hair in frustration. You couldn’t focus. At all.

You groaned and threw your head back as you heard your parents’ car pull up the driveway.  “Thank god for the distraction.”, you mumbled and got up from the chair and walked to the front door, ready to help your mom get the groceries out of the car.  “You look-”, your mom started. “I know.”, you laughed and groaned again as you took two bags out of the car, “I’m just trying to work on a paper, but nothing’s working today.” 

She gave you a sympathetic smile and rubbed your arm before taking another bag out of the car and following you inside. “Something on your mind you wanna talk about?”  “I don’t know, not really? And please don’t ask me if it’s boy trouble or something like that, that question will be my last straw.”

She laughed and apologized immediately, “But if there’s something you wanna talk about, anything, you know you can talk it out with me, right?” You just nodded as you started packing away the groceries. “Maybe I’ll just head to the library later and see if I find something helpful there. Or something to distract me and clear my mind.” “I bet you’ll figure something out, don’t stress yourself too much.”, she said and patted your head again.

Two hours later, you were roaming through Hawkin’s library. Initially, you just wanted to look for any book that seemed interesting enough to keep your mind busy. But once you found the small section on art history, you couldn’t resist. 

You scanned the books on each shelf with a smile, taking one out now and then to skim through it and see if it could help with your paper.  As focused as you were on the books, you could still hear faint background noises. Though the library was mostly quiet, you swore you could hear someone talking. You were too far away to distinguish words, but the voice alone made your heart skip a beat.

Shit. 

You turned around and peeped around the corner as inconspicuously as possible. Of course, as you turned around the corner, one of the books you were holding slipped out of your grip and fell to the floor with a loud thump.  You rolled your eyes and silently cursed to yourself as you bent down to pick up the book.  “This day, I swear… Feel like I’m going insane.” As you got up again, you quickly looked around. No one nearby, no one there to give you strange looks because you dropped a book.

You shook your head and looked back to the shelf in front of you, this time placing the books you already took on an empty space in the shelf to keep another one from falling. You looked to the upper rows of the shelf, quickly scanning the books for titles that seemed interesting.  You reached out to pull one out that seemed to be stuck between the other ones around it. You groaned and tried again with more force. You did it get it out, but you also got the other two around it out. Before you realized what happened, the books were stopped by a big hand. “Clumsy today, aren’t we?”  Hopper’s low and quiet voice instantly sent a shiver down your spine. You looked at him with big eyes as he put the books back.

“What?” 

He chuckled. “That book you dropped a minute ago might have gotten my attention. Wanted to see who’s being loud in here.”  You rolled your eyes at him and smiled a little.  “You okay? You seem a bit off.”, he asked.  “Off how?”  “Well, first of all, your hair looks a lil’ messed up.”, he chuckled again and raised his hand to carefully move a strand of your hair. You froze as his hand slightly grazed your forehead. 

“And you just seem… off. I dunno, a little jumpy. Not to mention you dropping books all the time.”

Now you laughed quietly too, “It was one book, gimme a break!” Hopper smiled down at you, “You okay, though?” You puffed out a breath, “I don’t know, this day’s been driving me insane, tugging at the last of my nerves. Can’t focus on anything.”  He frowned a little, “Something happen? Something making you think too much?”

Yes, you, but I can’t tell you that for various reasons, you thought.

“No, not really. I’m just trying to work on a paper and thought looking through the library would help… What are you doing here anyway?” Hop shrugged. “Just needed to check some old newspaper articles. Nothin’ important.”  You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t help a smile, “I pour out my trouble to you and that’s all I get from you, that’s a lil’ disappointing, Hop!” Hop smirked, “Maybe I just stay out of trouble better than you do.” “I’m not in trouble.”, you chuckled as you scanned the shelf for more books.

Anything that kept your eyes off that damn uniform. 

“Well, if you weren’t, you wouldn’t be so stressed and jumpy.”, he teased, “You can talk to me if something’s bothering you, a’ight? I won’t tell anyone.” You looked over at him and noticed a warm smile as his eyes scanned your face. You inhaled deeply and nodded, “Yeah, I know. Thanks, Hop. Don’t you need to get back to the station?”

“I’m the-”, he began.  “Chief of Police, I can do whatever I want.”, you both said. You looked at him and tried to suppress your laugh as his jaw dropped a little. “You kinda say that a lot.”, you said quietly. He smirked at you.  Was that too much? Did you just flirt with him?

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

You mentally prepared yourself for an awkward situation and prayed you wouldn’t start stuttering or something. “My parents got that… date night tomorrow night, and, uh… I told them I’d just stay away so they can have the house to themselves, but turns out I didn’t think this through, so I-”  You looked at Hopper and saw his smirk get bigger as you rambled. You took a deep breath and kept going, “Long story short: I don’t know where the hell I should go and now I wanna awkwardly ask you if I can maybe stay at your place? I swear you won’t even notice me, I can keep myself busy the whole night with my paper or read a book or-"

You internally screamed when he didn’t say anything, just looking at you and smirking. “Please just say something, don’t leave me hanging like this!”, you quietly whined.  You heard a low chuckle come from him before he answered, “Y’know where my trailer is? I’ll put a spare key under the doormat and you can let yourself in whenever you want, a’ight?”  You sighed in relief and thanked him. “I can even cook dinner if you want?” Hopper cocked his eyebrow, “Hell no. I‘m not putting you to work.” “But I make a really good-”  He raised his hand to stop you and smiled again, “Listen, when I get off from work, I just come home, you get in my car, and we’ll get something from Benny’s. Sound good?”  You smiled back at him and nodded, “Sounds good.”  “Good. And don’t stress yourself out too much, okay?” You simply nodded at him before he took off, his lips twitching into another small smirk as he looked at you.

This wasn’t weird, right? You and your dad’s best friend just hanging out?

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m.list - jim hopper

fics:

plain old man

blurbs:

dbf!hopper | 2 | 3

you fall asleep on hopper

stepdad!hopper | 2

hopper + cockwarming

[rensraptor]

need a dad’s best friend fic that’s more realistic to me like.. i don’t have much of a dad, that’s why i’m reading this filfth in the first place 😭😭😭

[sarahisslytherin]

dbf!hopper, no wait just hear me out, dbf!hopper being your date to a friend's wedding and everyone is losing their minds because this man literally threats you like princess and their men are on the terrace getting drunk on bud lite paying zero attention to them

you can feel their eyes on you as you return from the restroom, the fact that they were just talking about you painfully evident. the party was dying down; the groomsmen had made their way to the terrace for a smoke and the bridesmaids were gathered at a single table.

"we were just talking about your date." one confesses drunkenly, earning irritated scowls from the others. "like, where did you find a guy like that?"

"what do you mean?" you ask.

"he treats you like a princess." comments another. "he pulls your chair out. he paid for your drinks. he didn't leave to join the men until you practically forced him to. did he do something wrong and he's trying to make up for it?"

"of course not!" you laugh incredulously. "he's just like that."

you watched their faces go slack, as if they simply couldn't believe it. you smiled because at times you couldn't either.

my dialogue masterlist

[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.

[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 9: Body Worship

DBF!Jim Hopper x Artist!Fem!Reader

Summary: Hooper becomes your muse.

Warnings: age gap (Hopper 40s, Reader 20s), unethical relationship, cheating, c*ck worship, cum eating, cumming untouched, facef*cking, body worship, hopper has a big one (i know it), dacryphilia

You’re sitting at your dining room table sketching away when you felt a heavy hand on your head, tussling your hair. You quickly place your arms over your work, looking back at the unexpected guest with an anxious smile.

Hopper gives you a warm genuine smile. He’d come over for dinner by your father’s invitation with his girlfriend, Joyce Byers. When you learned of his relationship status, you were quite disappointed to say the least. You want to be happy for him as he appears to be a lot healthier and happier but because he’s not with you, it doesn’t settle right. Because of this you ignored him the entire night.

“Hey, kid,” He says with a soft chuckle at your startled look. His eyes squint at the way you hid your sketchbook. “Whatcha got there?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” You sigh, trying to feign indifference. “You wouldn’t like it.”

“No, I’m really curious,” He insists, sitting in a chair to face you. “I always care for your art.”

You clutched the book to your chest before slowly releasing it for him to take. It’s erotica art. The male vampire lover similar-looking to Hopper feeding from the breast of a woman similar-looking to you.

“That’s pretty good stuff.” He says, much to your surprise.

“I-it is.”

“Yeah,” He laughs. “Is this why you were afraid to show me?”

Your eyes bug out of your head. Did he catch on that the drawing looks similar to him? It’s so obvious! Of course, he knows.

“Because of a little nudity?” He continues. So he didn’t catch on, after all.

“Well, yeah,” You follow through with his observation. “People tend to get a bit uncomfortable with nudity so I didn’t want to do that to you.”

“I don’t mind nudity especially when it comes to incredible art like yours. The human body’s a natural thing.”

“Exactly! That’s actually the concept I’m going for with my art. Natural bodies, sexualities, and kinks. It’s about what makes humans find beauty and attraction or lack thereof beyond the human flesh.”

“I think it’s brilliant. Maybe a little above my intelligence level but I know you’ve got it.”

“Actually, I think you might be the only one who understands around here,” You admit. “My parents…they just think this whole art thing’s unsustainable. But I think with this art installation project coming up, I can prove them wrong. Do you…do you think you can help me, Sheriff Hopper?”

“How could I help?” He asks.

“Be my muse, pretty please.”

And when he agreed he’d no clue what he’d signed himself up for. For you to be so bold to ask your father’s best friend to be your muse when it meant seeing him in the nude, he couldn’t fathom you asking such a thing. And yet now here he was in your small studio contemplating on whether he should go through with removing the remainder of his clothing.

You place your pencil down onto the canvas’s utensil holder, approaching his tall frame. “What’s wrong? Do you need help taking off your pants?”

He swallows convulsively. “When I said I’d be your muse, I thought you just needed me to hold a quick pose…fully clothed.”

“My art concept’s about natural bodies, Sheriff,” You grab unto the waist band of his jeans that had been slightly undone to reveal his white boxers. You drag his pants down a little to where his rather sizable member rests above the open fly. He’s growing hard. “You knew that though. It’s exactly why you agreed to becoming my muse—so I can worship you.”

You palm him through his underwear and he groans, taking your hand away to place them over his hairy chest.

“I knew you as a teenager.” He protests.

“I was 19.” You roll your eyes, using your free hand to hook into his underwear and pull him closer.

“Your father wouldn’t approve.” He argues, a moan bubbling in his throat when you begin to kiss on his chest and swirl a tongue around his nipple. He squeezes your hand a little, releasing as if it is an expression of his diminishing restraint.

You pull away with a wet pop, a line of saliva connecting as you stare up at him with doe eyes. “When have I ever cared what my father approves of?”

“I have a girlfriend.” He counters.

You move your lips to his ear, hotly whispering, “So do I.”

Your lips find each other’s in a sloppy make out session of tongues and clashing teeth. Your hands roam his body, caressing his belly then slipping down his underwear to jerk him off. Even though, you can’t see it, you can tell that it’s not only deathly thick and long but super veiny, too, with a wicked curve. No wonder Joyce had been limping all throughout dinner that day.

You break away from his lips, peppering wet kisses all over his stomach and dipping your tongue in his bellybutton. When you’re finally on your knees, you rub the base of him through the fabric. You bite your lip in anticipation as you finally take initiative and pull him out of his confines, mouth dropping open at the look of him. Just as veiny as you thought with heavy, sagging balls to match. You’re drooling, licking your lips and staring up at him one last time before focusing your eyes on the leaking tip and enclosing your mouth around him.

He cradles the back of your head with one hand while the other pounds a fist against your not-so-high ceilings, a loud growl escaping his clenched teeth.

You bob your head quickly, dramatically gagging on him and its loud and messy but neither of you care. Soon, he’s fucking your mouth both hands interlocked on the back of your head while you do a mix of massaging his clothed thick thighs or raking your sharp nails down his pudgy tummy. Tears prick your eyes as you struggle to take him but you’ll take whatever he gives you even if it kills you.

You don’t even need to touch yourself as the juices flow out of you, streaming down your inner thighs. You’re humping the air, core contracting around nothing as his whines are the only thing fueling you to near your end.

“Fuuuck, I’m cumming.” He hisses, rapid final thrusts of his wide cock into your mouth. He holds you down, your nose embedded in his pubic hair and you taste his hot spunk shoot down your throat. Just from that, you cum untouched, the act of being used so filthily making it possible.

You’re limited in breathing as you inhale through your nose and your jaw hurts but it’s all worth it as your eyes roll back and you quiver as much as your body could under his hold.

He finally releases your head, pulling his cock out of your wet mouth with webs of saliva to follow as you gasp for air.

“Was I inspiring enough for you?” He asks cockily.

Your throat itches as you let out a low giggle. “You’re perfect.”

[stvolanis]

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ooh I would love to read some dbf!Hopper right now!! Maybe doing something mundane like taking a nap together or just spending a lazy weekend at his cabin <333

CLOSER | J.H.

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warnings: screwed around and wrote a little blurb sorry, age gap, lovey dovey dbf jim my beloved- also I'm sorry this gif???

"Hop," you were giggling into his chest, suffocated in the best possible way as his arms snaked tightly around you, a leg draped over your own to lock you in and truthfully you were lucky he opted for a shirt before jumping right into bed with you after his night shift. "Baby, I need to breathe," he didn't care for that, simply humming before tightening his hold, managing a tender kiss to the top of your head as he released the sweetest sigh of contentment.

"You're not close enough," he admitted and you gave in, struggling was clearly futile so you twisted your head, griping onto his bicep, the hand drifting to your bum had a mind of its, squeezing lightly before pushing you even further into him.

"That better?" you knew it wasn't, you hadn't had much chance to assess his mood before you were tackled but it was clear he had a hard day and your surprise visit that turned into a surprise sleepover seemed the best medicine.

"No."

"I don't think I can get much closer than this," you would try if you could, but what you could do was force a hand up his neck, settling in the hair behind his ear, earning a little sigh that made you melt and you simply had to kiss his chest, three times, just to be sure. "My baby."

"That's my line," he budged just a little, only to be able to slide down and place his forehead against yours, eyes taking their sweet time taking you in. "I love you," it was whispered, more like an exhale than a statement and you weren't surprised when he brought a thumb to trace over your bottom lip, the kiss to his fingertip was even less of a surprise, a natural reaction. "Do you need to do anything today?"

"No," you did, you had a whole list of things actually but not a single one of them was nearly as important as the little grin that bit at his plump lips from such a simple answer. "Was hoping for a little lazy day, does that sound good?"

"So good, baby," he stole a kiss, another, a third just for safety and you couldn't fight a smile. "So damn good."

[enretrogue]

𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

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Bring Me Home — @frvnkcastles

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Instagram AU — @amhrosina

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Cowboy!Frank — @rrestrella

Really Bad Week — @chvoswxtch

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Sanctuary — @glossysoap

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Taking Control — @call-me-little-sunshine84

Workplace Gossip — @darling-i-read-it

Batch of Cookies — @sunnylands-world

Hopper x Sleepy!Reader — @ddejavvu

DBF!Hopper — @ddejavvu

Final Essay — @keerysteacake

Plain Old Man — @ddejavvu

Out of the Woods — @mypoisonedvine

DBF!Hopper — @empresskylo

[pinkypromisepascal]

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚝. 𝙸𝙸 (𝚍𝚋𝚏!𝙷𝚘𝚙 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

read part one here!

summary: your parents have their date night and you stay with Hopper, hoping your crush on him won't get you into awkward situations

content: a bit of angst, reader's kind of driving herself crazy, age gap (reader's in her 20s, Hop's 40), MDNI for your own sake

author's note: thanks again to @strang3lov3 for helping me make sure this fits Hop's character! Hope you all enjoy this one as much as the first part! I'm a sucker for feedback, so don't be afraid to share your thoughts on this! And ff you want to be tagged in the next parts, let me know in the comments!

After Hopper left, you headed to the librarian with three books you had settled for. Luckily, all of them were available for you to keep for up to two weeks. You walked back home and couldn’t help the ridiculous smile on your lips. You shook your head as you thought about it. How were you supposed to spend an evening with Hopper when you were most definitely attracted to him and you didn’t know each other that well? It wasn’t like you didn’t know Hopper at all. He became close with your dad when you were around seventeen; he’d come around sometimes after work for a beer or your dad would just talk about him sometimes. And then of course there were those evenings where he’d stay over for dinner or for long talks in the living room with your parents. On most of those occasions, you’d just sit nearby and listen or hear them laughing when you were in your room. Hop wasn’t a stranger, he never really was. He was good company when he was around your parents, despite his serious countenance. But what did Hopper really know about you? You weren’t sure how much they’d talk about you, you didn’t see much reason for going beyond the casual “How’s the kid doing? Doing good? Good”, because let’s face it, there was no genuine interest behind it. Most of the time at least.

You thought back to the barbecue a few days ago and how Hopper had seemed anything but not interested in you. He even remembered that you studied art history and wanted to know what you wanted to do after finishing college. You told yourself it’s because you were a grown up, and it’s always easier to talk to adults.

At home again, you tried to think about the upcoming day as little as possible. Everything was going to be okay and not awkward. "So, what're your plans for tomorrow, sunshine?", your dad asked during dinner. You just shrugged with a smile, "Just gonna make myself a nice day, try to get some work done, take a walk, and just… see where it takes me… I even have a place to crash for the night so you can have the whole evening to yourselves here." "Oh yeah? What poor soul's letting you stay over night?", your dad joked. You stuck your tongue out at him. "Actually, it's Hop who…I'm staying with. Ran into him in the library today.", you said after you had cleared your throat, a warm feeling creeping through your body as you said it out loud. Please don't let this get awkward. "Then at least we're sure you're in good hands.", he chuckled. You silently let out a breath in relief and smiled back, "Yeah, I guess." "He's a good guy, sweetie, he's just a little rough sometimes." You didn't know what to answer anymore, so you just nodded, hoping for a change of topic.

You went to bed with a racing heart. You knew it was silly to act like that, to be so nervous, but you couldn't help it. Spending an evening with Hopper. As you were laying in bed, you kept thinking about it and noticed that part of you really wanted to impress him, to make him like you. You wanted to get to his sweet side. The more you thought about and conjured up mental images of what an evening with Hopper could be like, you realized how touch-starved you felt. You were yearning for a gentle touch, a hug. A kiss. Maybe.

The next day, you took your time to sleep late and just try to get yourself worked up as little as possible. No reason to stress yourself over something so simple, right? No reason. You made breakfast for yourself while your parents were at work and took a long shower. After that, you packed your backpack and got ready to leave the house. You walked through Hawkins and took your sweet time to get to your destination.

Just like Hop had said, you found a spare key under his doormat as you reached his trailer. You picket it up and unlocked the door. You took a quick scan around the trailer and noticed a note on the kitchen counter.

You smiled as you read the note. You checked the time and saw that you had four hours to yourself before Hop would be home. You looked out the window and watched the sun shine on the lake. You didn't pack a swimsuit, but there was no one else around here, so why not just go for it? You thought about it for a few more moments as you stepped outside on the balcony, letting the sun hit your face and warm your whole body. This is nice, you thought. You looked at the water again. After a few seconds, you went back inside and grabbed a towel from your backpack and headed outside to the dock.

You took off your shoes and unbuttoned your jeans. Before taking them off, you looked around to see if anyone was near. Lucky for you, you were all by yourself. You stripped down and set all of your clothes aside. You walked to the edge of the dock and sat down, letting your feet hang in the water. The temperature felt okay, not really warm, but not too cold to go in. You carefully lifted yourself forward, slowly sinking into the water. You took a sharp breath and shrieked a little as the water reached your stomach, always the most sensitive spot. Once you were completely in the water, you got accustomed to the temperature soon and smiled to yourself as you swam. You let yourself float on the back for a while and closed your eyes, listening to the sounds of the water around you, shutting out everything else. After what felt like hours, the sun got shielded by some clouds, taking some of the warm feeling from you. You opened your eyes with a sigh and decided it was time to get out again. You swam back to the dock and heaved yourself up. Back in the trailer, you headed to Hop's bathroom, towel wrapped around you and your clothes bundled up in your arm. He did tell you make yourself comfortable, right?

Back in the living area after a quick shower, you checked the time again. You still had around two hours until Hop would be home.

You grabbed your backpack and took out one of the library books before you plopped down on the couch and made yourself comfortable. You looked over the table of contents and flipped through the book till you reached a chapter about compositional patterns, mainly focusing on renaissance paintings.

Despite your focus on trying to grasp information that could be useful for your paper, you noticed that your mind kept trailing off into daydreams. You tried to shake them off, but found yourself re-reading the same paragraph multiple times before you put the book down and rubbed your eyes with a groan. You looked around the living area, trying to get your focus back. You looked at the kitchen, an image of Hop cooking popping up. You chuckled to yourself, he didn't seem like he'd cook much, not to mention that he probably wouldn't enjoy it. In your imagination, Hop would be trying to cook something he hasn't tried before, burn something because he forgot to stir and then just give up and get some fast food, grumpily eating it on the couch you were now lying on.

As you thought about it, you realized how domestic this whole situation felt. Spending time at Hop's place, waiting for him to come home from work so you two can have dinner and a nice evening together? Under other circumstances considering your age and Hop's connection to your father, this would feel like somewhat of a relationship. Your heart jumped a little at that. God damn it, you thought and rubbed your eyes. You wondered how Hop felt about all of this. Did he feel weird about having you at his place for the night? If he did, he wouldn't have said yes when you asked him, right?

You shook your head and turned your attention back to the book. To try and clear your mind, you decided to just flip through the entire book and find something that genuinely interested you instead of trying to focus on something you felt you had to read to keep yourself busy. You searched for paintings that caught your eye. There had to be something on these five hundred pages, right? After a while, your eyes fell on a painting of Hero and Leander by Salvator Rosa from 1645. The text on the side gave a summary of the mythological story behind it.

Hero was a priestess of Aphrodite and fell in love with Leander when they met at the festival of Aphrodite. Though both of them feared their love wouldn't be approved by their parents, Leander kept swimming to her sleeping quarters, guided by a lamp Hero would light for him every time. During a storm, the light was blown out, Leander lost orientation and drowned. Upon seeing the dead body of her lover, Hero decided to take her own life.

You looked back at the image of the painting, studying it. The sky and water looked dark and tumultuous, maybe also reflecting Hero's emotions as she looks at Leander's lifeless body. You kept looking at it as their tragic story replayed in your head. A forbidden love with a tragic ending. Your mind drifted off again. Would it be forbidden and tragic to be with Hopper? To get involved with him? You weren't even sure if you were really looking for a relationship or if you were just looking for anything that gave you a feeling of… of what, exactly? Love? Safety? Being treated right?

You thought back to your latest dating "experiences" if they were even worth to be called that. During the semester, you had been talking to a guy from one of your classes. You had been studying together, gathering your notes from the lecture together in a café on campus and actually having a good time. You had even had dinner together a few times, and he had always insisted on paying, telling you that you were so smart and always worked so hard, you deserved some free dinner. One night you were drinking together and you almost had sex in his dorm, until you had been interrupted by a roommate tumbling in. It had ruined the mood to say the least. You had put your clothes back on and left without another word. He hadn't even apologized or offered to meet up again some time. Right after the exam you had studied for, he just ignored you, made you feel like you didn't exist, as if none of those nights had happened.

Before you could sink any more into those memories, the front door opened and Hopper stepped in. He looked at you with a kind of surprised expression, as if he had forgotten you'd be here. "Hey", he smiled as you looked up at him from the couch, "Comfy?" You nodded, but didn't say anything. "You okay?" You rubbed your eyes and nodded again, "Yeah, just… a little tired, I guess. I've been daydreaming." Hopper walked over to you and looked at you, "Doesn't really sound like you were having good daydreams. Sure you're ok?" "Yes, I'm sure", you said with a little smile as you looked at him. He was so close right now, this whole situation felt unreal. "But I kinda don't feel like going to Benny's. D'you mind if we just stay here? I feel like never getting up from this couch again." He gave you a sympathetic smile and nodded, "Sure, whatever you want. But don't expect any masterpieces out of my kitchen." "I could see what you got and make us something", you suggested with a quiet voice, "Although I remember you telling me I'm not making dinner." "Make yourself at home but keep your expectations low, sweetheart. I'm gonna go take a shower real quick, take your time with everything." You chuckled and got up to take a closer look around the kitchen. You opened a few cabinets and the fridge. "How's some carbonara sound to you?", you called out as you took out the stuff you'd need.

After dinner, Hop cleared the table and took care of the dishes, insisting you wouldn't do anything else but relax, you were his guest, after all. "Want a drink?" "Sure. Whatcha got?" "How about this whisky?" "Is it as good as the one we had last week?", you asked, leaning against the opposite side of the counter he was standing at. He placed two glasses on the counter and leaned closer to you as he opened the bottle. "Let's find out", he said, almost a growl in his voice.

A few drinks later, you were both standing on the balcony. Hop was smoking a cigarette and looking out on the lake. You, on the other hand, were just looking at him again. Studying his face, his body language. He seemed relaxed, even more relaxed than when he had come over for dinner. You wished you could just lean into him, lean against him as he stood there and just be close to him. The background noise of the lake faded out a little, you were just standing there, leaning against the railing and looking at the man in front of you. You didn't even notice him turning his head back to you, studying your face just as much as you did his.

"You're staring", you heard him say softly. You snapped out of your little daydream, your expression turned into a sad smile as you looked at him. He still had that same warm look. "Sweetheart, you don't look okay. Everything alright?" You nodded and shifted to look out at the lake, "Yeah, no, I was just… lost in thoughts." "You can go to sleep if you're tired." "I'm not tired." "You sure?" "Pretty sure." "What's got you zoning out so much, then?" Your heart started beating faster, warmth rushed through your body, making your hands sweat. You looked at him again. He stepped a little closer to you. You could feel warmth radiating from him. "I know that look, y'know…" "What look?" His lips twitched and he breathed out, smoke coming from his nose. He studied your face carefully to take in any reaction he'd find. "You've been looking at me in some way… I'm not sure what it is, but something's… making you look at me a lot." You didn't answer, you just looked back out on the lake, focusing on its sounds, on the crickets chirping, on the sound of the water moving around. Hop took another small step forward and put a hand under your chin ever so gently, turning your head to make you look at him. He was so close. You could feel his breath on your face as he looked down at you, his blue eyes staring deep into your own.

"I wasn't sure if it'd be a mistake to let you stay here for the night." "Why am I here then?" He snapped his cigarette away and took a deep breath. He cupped your face with both hands. "Because I like you. And I want you to feel comfortable around me. I don't want you to feel weird…" It felt like time had stopped. You were just looking at each other. Hop's warm hands on your face, his body so close to yours, and his eyes so blue, even during the dim light of sunset. "But I won't take advantage of you, sweetheart… If something happens between us, I want you sober, okay?" "But I'm not-" "I know you're not drunk, but we've both had a few drinks and whatever would happen if I got any closer to you, you'd wake up tomorrow and regret it." You felt tears build up. Your breath hitched and your face heated up. Your heart wrenched. You just wanted to feel him, to touch him, anything that would soothe this aching feeling inside of you. You leaned closer until your foreheads touched. "Don't cry", he whispered. You felt him hesitate to move his hands. As if he wanted to pull you into a hug, but decided against it. "Y'should get some sleep. You look exhausted." You wiped your eyes and nodded, slowly withdrawing from his hold. His eyes never left you, they were fixed on you.

You headed inside, Hop followed you. "You okay with the couch? We can switch if you want." You shook your head as you took a blanket he had put there before dinner. You looked at him with a small smile, "Take the bed, old man." He chuckled quietly and cupped your face again to press a small kiss to your forehead. "You'll regret calling me that", he said before walking out of the room. A few minutes later, the world was quiet again. Just you in the living area, Hop in his bedroom, and the feeling of his lips on your forehead still lingering. You had a hard time falling asleep. You curled up under the blanket, trying to get Hop off your mind for at least a few hours. He had caught on to you. He'd caught you looking at him, he knew something was up. He had felt so warm when you were standing so close on the balcony, his big hands gently holding your face, his blue eyes luring you in.

Did he feel the same attraction as you did? Or did he just care about you in a platonic way? On the other hand, he had said that if something happened between you two, he’d want you sober. Did that mean he wanted something to happen?

You didn’t remember how long you’d been awake when you woke up. The sunlight was hitting your face and you rubbed your eyes before opening them slowly. You took in your surroundings, only remembering where you were after a few seconds. It was quiet. Not a single sound to be heard. No shower running, no one walking around or talking. You looked over to the kitchen counter and noticed something on there. You got up and walked over; it was another note.

You sighed. Take your time with everything, it echoed through your mind. You looked out on the balcony, the memories from last night coming back. This is getting ridiculous, you thought. Your crush on Hopper was getting ridiculous.  But that didn’t stop you from taking the note and slipping it into your backpack before gathering the rest of your stuff and heading for the door. Before leaving, you took the key that he had left for you out of your back pocket and put it on the counter.  As the front door clicked behind you, your heart sank. One part of you wanted to go back to last night, back to the moment on the balcony, and just stay there, having him look at you the way that he did, staying close to you, neither of you talking.  The other part of you wanted to forget that moment and what happened after that.  You tried to shake these thoughts off as you walked home, hoping that spending some time with your parents would make it easier to handle your feelings.

tags: @lizmaximofff @mrshopper84 @poppyrose33 @malasxlenguas (for some reason I can't tag you, sorry!)

[ddejavvu]

Hopper thoughts and requests you say....? 👀

How about dbf!Hopper who crashes on your couch after having few drinks with your dad...? And you getting up in the middle of the night to get some water, seeing him there and you just can't help yourself, so you take of your panties, straddle him and start grinding, with only his boxers separating you from his already hard cock...? And because he got drunk, he doesn't wake up straight away, but when he does - with a loud moan - you put your panties in his mouth and tell him to be quiet, because after all - he doesn't want to wake up your dad, right...? ;)

Love,

G.

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni.

(cw: somnophilia not discussed beforehand, consent is given during the act, not before. if that is going to bother you, do not read. also, he's not drunk in this, 'cause i wasn't comfortable with that part of the prompt.)

It takes a lot of booze to get Jim drunk, but barely any to get him sleepy. He typically passes out before he can even get tipsy, and you're only a little jealous that he has such a foolproof plan to combat insomnia.

It acts like a sedative for him, which is why he doesn't wake when you straddle his hips. You've done it a thousand times before, but never on your couch, never in the dead of night while his chest rumbles with snores. You test a careful hand at his zipper, palming at his cock that's trapped beneath his uniform pants and his boxers.

It twitches as you roll steady pressure against it, and your stomach flips.

Jim is big, thick, and mouth-watering. He lets out another grumbling snore, and the rise and fall of his belly beneath your hands makes you want to kiss the living daylights out of him. You palm once more at his dick, squeezing his bulge gently until it's stiff enough beneath his pants that you can grind on it.

It produces a delicious friction against your cunt, one that you need to feel against your bare sex instead of through your panties. You nearly tear them off in your eagerness, but the feeling of Jim's stiff work pants grate against your pussy, his cock bulging beneath them.

The initial roll of your hips over Jim's is so good, that you sink further onto his dick to repeat the action. This time it wakes him rouses him from his deep sleep with a pleasured groan loud enough to nearly shatter the windows. Panic bursts to life in your chest like a fire, ripping through your veins and compelling you to jam your hand over his mouth. His mustache prickles at your skin and you feel the soft fabric of your panties still in your hands. You'd forgotten about them altogether because of the delicious sensation of Jim's stiff cock, but the fabric grows wet on his tongue as his wide, bewildered eyes stare into yours.

They drop below your face, taking in your stiff nipples and the small wet spot forming on the front of his pants. His breathing had spiked upon waking up, but it's not slowing down now, if anything the sight of your desperate, blissed-out face is making him pant even harder.

"Are you crazy?" He grumbles around your panties, but you jam them further into his mouth to act like a gag.

"Quiet," You hiss, hips rutting against his once more, now setting a steady rhythm that his cock twitches at, "You want my dad to come down here and find us?"

He shakes his head, eyes narrow at your bossy tone. You lean down over his belly to latch your lips to his neck, murmuring hot and heavy into the heated flesh so that he can barely hear you, "Then shut up and take it, Jim."

[boredwrites]

could you write some dbf (dad's best friend) murray x reader headcanons? reader is hopper's adult kid?

DBF!Murray Bauman headcanons

Murray Bauman x gn!reader

Thanks for being my first request!

Warnings: Legal age gap, sexual hints if you squint, not proofread

Masterlist

When your dad, Jim Hopper, first met Murray, he didn’t trust him around you. He kept him and you away from each other just in case.

You were 19 when you and Murray first met. You dropped something off for your dad at work that he forgot at home. You saw Murray and thought nothing of him until you addressed your dad and he was curious. Jim never told him about you.

You thought he was eccentric and his personality intrigued you. Why didn’t your dad want you to know about him? He was such a silly guy.

You and Murray stayed friends for a while, nothing more. As time went on, you both became best friends. Talking about wild theories and crimes and mysteries you thought you both could solve. Becoming close showed both of you your true selves. It took Murray some more time than you, though.

Witty banter and snarky remarks back and forth melded with flirty comments as jokes. This displeased your dad greatly but you both shrugged it off. You both were inseparable.

Until Murray moved away to Illinois. When he called to let you know, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind without a second thought.

"Can I come with you?"

The silence over the phone was deafening. The first thought that came to Murray’s head was yes. You two would be away from annoying people and you could decipher codes, solve mysteries, talk about theories and work together. But what would your dad think?

You reassured Murray that you’re an adult and you can make your own choices. You tell him you’ll talk to your dad and put your foot down about your choice about moving with Murray.

Of course, your dad doesn’t take it very well. He very reluctantly gives in and watches you pack your things with sad eyes. He made you promise to call him every day. He’s sure gonna miss you.

Now in your new home in Illinois you can finally relax without your dad breathing down your neck about what you’re doing when you’re with Murray. Not that you both were planning anything. Yet.

A few months of friendly bickering and jokingly flirting went by before actual feelings started to arise. Murray’s eccentric personality made you laugh and he made you feel welcome and listened to when you talked about things other people would stay away from.

Murray loved that about you. He loved that someone else was just as interested in unlikely things as he was. The way you explained your theories and how you gave your hypotheses about unsolved mysteries intrigued him more and more.

Murray being Murray, he saw right through you. He knew how you felt about him and he didn’t hide that he knew. He just wasn’t sure if it was safe to act on these feelings. Neither were you.

Things were a bit awkward for a few days. Glances from across the room, hidden blushes, overthinking about small things each other did for the other.

One day you suggested as an attempt to loosen the tension you’d play a board game. But during the game it was both your and Murray’s breaking points.

Lips moved together and hands wandered over bodies before you both agreed to forget about the stupid board game and move to the bedroom.

The morning after was surprisingly not that awkward. Both of you felt the same consented to act on your feelings. To say it was a good night would be an understatement.

You woke up in an empty bed but smelled eggs and coffee. He was making you guys breakfast like a cherry on top after a night like that. You could get used tho this side of him. Was he always this sweet?

As time went on you could confirm; yes, he was always this sweet with someone he loves. It was very rare, though, for him to be this sweet when in public or you had the rare visitor.

You kept your relationship a secret from your dad until both you and Murray thought it was time to tell him. As you could imagine, he wasn’t happy with the news.

Some fits of rage and a few nights getting wasted later, your dad came to his senses and accepted it. Besides, the worst Murray could do was annoy the hell out of your poor old dad.

Anyway

Murray loves to wake up before you to make you breakfast. Most mornings you wake up to the smell of eggs or toast or sometimes pancakes and always with a side of coffee made just the way you like it.

Murray is very observant so he picks up on small things. Things you like and dislike, what makes you happy and sad, what makes you relaxed and anxious. He notices every tiny shift in your mood, tone or even the way you style your hair or clothes.

We all know how easily annoyed Murray is. When you first moved in together, there was a lot that you did that annoyed him. Now, not so much. So it takes quite a bit to start actual fights. When you do get into fights, he makes a lot of sarcastic remarks and if he’s not careful, he says things that can hurt you.

Murray is used to people being upset with him. But when it’s you who’s upset, he can’t stand it. He’d do almost anything to make it up to you, even if he was right in the first place.

He doesn’t like going outside so he’ll set up a cozy candle lit dinner with the most sincere apology he could muster. You’d have to be a fool not to accept it.

Murray isn’t a pet name kinda guy. He’ll only use “darling” if he’s jealous or if he’s trying to get you in a mood. Or both. But he’s not objected to you using pet names for him. Just please don’t use cheesy ones.

If you hadn’t guessed already, Murray does not want kids. He’s dead set on that.

Nor does he want any pets. With a lot of convincing, he might consider a quiet pet like a snake. Yes, if he has to choose, he’d go for a snake. Preferably a ball python.

Murray doesn’t mind the age gap. Sure young people annoy him, but it always entertains him to see you wildly express your emotions and not be some grumpy old spouse. It’s sometimes a refresher to him.

Murray is a silly, eccentric guy who seems like he hates everyone. But to you he’s a silly, eccentric guy who’s your whole world.

[vicwritesfanfic]

who i write for - vicwritesfanfic

↳ stranger things

jim hopper: x reader, in-universe, au, dbf, bfd, stepdad, etc.

eddie munson: x reader, threesome (w/ steve), in-universe, au, stepbro, best friend, perv, stalker, etc.

steve harrington: x reader, threesome (w/ eddie), in-universe, au, stepbro, best friend, perv, etc.

jonathan byers: x reader, in-universe, au, stepbro, best friend, perv, stalker, etc.

↳ spiderverse

miguel o’hara: x reader, in-universe, au, dbf, bfd, stepdad, teacher/student, boss/secretary (or any power dynamics), etc.

hobie brown: x reader, in-universe, au, best friend, famous x groupie, etc.

↳ call of duty

simon “ghost” riley: x reader, in-universe, au, trainer/trainee (or any power dynamics), dbf, bfd, threesome (with könig)

könig: x reader, in-universe, au, trainer/trainee (or any power dynamics), dbf, bfd, threesome (with ghost)

↳ pedro pascal’s characters

joel miller: x reader, in-universe, au, dbf, bfd, stepdad, power dynamics, enemies to lovers, etc.

jack “whiskey” daniels: x reader, in-universe, au, power dynamics, enemies to lovers, etc.

javier peña: x reader, in-universe, au, power dynamics, enemies to lovers, etc.

the listed tropes are simply suggestions/my personal favorites to write. anyone listed in red are my favorite characters to write about.

want me write someone not listed here? send in a request to my ask box!

[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.