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strangererotica · 7 months ago

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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

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

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

PART ONE

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” he asked flatly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You obeyed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ashwhowrites · 2 years ago

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i have a primal need for hopper's hands bruising my hips as he makes me ride his thigh

Daddy hop is 🫠

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Hopper had a rough day, countless teenage pranks had him running all around town. He was cranky and tired. He sighed as he walked into his house. His girlfriend sitting on the couch in his flannel and fuzzy socks.

"where's El?" He questioned, usually the young girl was glued to Y/N's hip

"out with Max" she replied, turning off the tv. Smirking towards her boyfriend

"come sit" she purred

Hop smirked and took off his sheriff hat, unbuttoning his uniform and removing his sheriff's shirt. Leaving him in his brown pants and white T-shirt. He sat next to her. His big hand rubbed her bare thigh. Watching her body squirm

"I've been missing you all day" she whined in his ear, quickly throwing herself on his lap. Arms going around his neck.

"I can see that" he teased, unbuttoning the top of his flannel she was wearing, pushing it off her shoulders as he kissed her bare collarbone. Now seeing she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Hop, please" she moaned, moving her hips in circles on his lap

Hop didn't have the energy to please her. He could tell she was in the mood to be fucked and El being gone didn't happen too much. It's been weeks since they've had a moment alone. But he felt so tired. He had no energy

"I'm too tired baby" he sighed, kissing her neck as he pulled away. Watching as her lips formed into a pout

"no pouting" he scolded, smacking her ass.

"but Hop, I'm so horny for you" she whined, rocking against his crotch. Shivering as she felt him growing hard under her. "I can feel you getting hard" she teased, her hand working it's way down to his belt

He grabbed her hand roughly, "not happening" he growled

"fine. Fuck you then" she snapped, moving off of his lap, but she didn't get far. He gripped her hips hard and shoved her on his thigh

"attitude really? All because I won't fuck you?" He mocked. With one hand unbuttoning the flannel fully, yanking it off of her shoulders. Her bare tits hit the cold air. His other hand is still holding her hip roughly.

He leaned forward, taking her nipple in his mouth, sucking harshly. She moaned, digging her hands in his hair as he sucked on her chest. Taking the flannel off fully and throwing it aside. Sitting in nothing but her socks and underwear.

"ride my thigh baby" he demanded as he pulled away from her chest. Smirking as she pouted. He knew she wanted his cock but she didn't earn it

"why?" She whined

"you want to get off? Ride my fucking thigh" his eyes dark as he gripped her hips with both of his hands. Using his strength to move her hips

She moaned loud, instantly moving her hips with his pace. His grip was so hard and controlling. She could always feel the skin bruising underneath.

She bit her lip as she rocked against his thigh. Staring into his dark eyes as she went faster. Her tits bouncing. His breathing was getting heavier as he watched her.

He moved her faster, smirking as he began to bounce his leg

"oh God Hop" she moaned. His thigh bouncing underneath her as he controlled the pace of her hips. Switching between slow and desperate.

"feel good? Like riding my thigh?" He mocked, squeezing her hips in his grip.

"yes Hop" she answered. Throwing her head back as she felt herself getting closer

"yeah? I can feel how wet you are. Sitting here all day probably dripping for me"

She hated how right he was. She's been thinking of him all day, sitting in wet panties as she waited for him to come home

"I bet if I were to lift you up, there'd be a wet streak from your pussy marking my pants" she wanted to hide her face in embarrassment, throwing her face in his neck as she inhaled his musky scent and cigarettes.

"stop it" she whimpered

He laughed at her, and her body shook at the noise. Turning her on even more

"you wanted this" he teased

He silently watched as she moved her body against him. Her eyes clenching as she focused on getting her orgasm. Her head moving out of his neck as she gasped

"close"

"good baby. Cum for me. Rub that pretty clit against my thigh and make a mess" he edged her on

She nodded at his words. Hands moving to her tits as she played with them

Hop moaned as he watched her touch herself. Using his strength to move her as fast as he could. He could feel his fingers digging into her skin roughly. Smirking as he knew there would be marks left behind

"CUMMING" she screamed. Gasping as her body shuddered against him

Working as she chased the high. Her stomach clenching as it snapped

Screaming as she crashed on him. Breathing hard in his ear as she let her body fall against him. He did all the work. He was moving her hips as she gave up, completely submitting to him.

"good girl" he praised, slowing down her hips to a complete stop

He removed his hands from her, watching as the skin was red from his harsh grip

When she woke up she noticed the bruises on her hips. Smiling as she ghosted her fingertips over the marks.

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justmeinadaze · 7 months ago

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Little Girl Gone Part 7 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Doms Officer Steve Harrington/Gangster Eddie Munson & Sub Doctor Fem Reader, SMUT, light smacking, some degrading (whore, slut), dirty talk, etc

*inhales, exhale, shouts* ANGST! ANGST EVERYWHERE!

These three deal with time apart, Eddie is acting a bit irrational due to the last chapter, mentions of torture and death but none detailed here, Eddie does talk about a couple of his victims but they are bad people, Y/N is slightly interrogated again, mentions of Eddie's abuse from his father so child abuse trigger, lots of apologies and promises. Reader gets slightly spicy here. Cliffhanger ending (You're welcome.)

Word Count: 5259

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“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Eddie’s intense eyes penetrate yours, his chest rising and falling as he breathes heavily in anger.

“I am in charge of you.”

“You control me in bed, yes, but out here I am your partner to and your doctor. You need to rest, Eddie.”

Grumbling under his breath, the gangster grabs his jacket and heads for the door.

“I can heal at my own place. I don’t need either of you getting in my way.��, he growls before stomping out of your apartment.

As you glance towards Steve, you notice his facial features harden as he silently begins to clean up the mess they both made. Once your living room was clear of any evidence of Officer Douglas, the other man pulled a pack of cigarettes you didn’t know he had, lighting the end and leaned against the back of your couch.

“Do you want me to leave to?”

“I didn’t ask him to go; he chose to. I want you both here.”

“Maybe I should leave… Maybe this was all a mistake, bringing you into this.”

“Fuck you.”, you hiss causing his head to jerk your way. “Yeah, Steven, fuck you. I just lost someone I cared about, I was attacked, and I told you both I loved you but THIS may be a mistake?! FUCK. YOU!”

Fuming, his jaw clenched as his eyes became glassy and he rose to his feet without saying another word, leaving your apartment, and slamming the front door.

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A month later, you found yourself in a police integration room again this time completely unsure of what they were going to ask. You hadn’t heard from either man but you knew they had to have been busy from what you saw on the news.

“Hey, Y/N.”, Detective Hopper sighed with a smile your way as he entered the room alone. “I’m sorry to be bothering you again.”

“I haven’t seen Eddie in a while so I don’t know how much help I can be.”

“You two are no longer together? Hm. Is that why Allen Munson’s associates are seemingly disappearing?”

“I don’t even want to know how you got from A to B and I still don’t understand how you became a Detective.”, you sneered. “Is that why you brought me down here? I told you that Eddie’s not a killer. Why don’t you ask the rival gangs like the Carvers or some shit?”

“Because Jason Carver and some of his men left down. We don’t know where or exactly but his father said he went on vacation. Personally, with other gangsters and police disappearing I’m not surprised.”

“Police?”

“Mhmm… we lost 3 other uniforms in the past month and upon searching their homes found some incriminating evidence that they were working for Edward’s dad. It makes me extremely nervous, Y/N, the things we’re uncovering.” Jim’s eyes scan you over as you fold into yourself and sigh. “Y/N, how well do you know Steve Harrington?”

Your head shot up as your brows furrowed at the question.

“Your partner? He’s a dick who’s always rude to me. Why? Do you think he’s involved with Eddie’s dad?”

“Honestly, no, but I have to take into account that he’s been building a case against The Munson’s for a while and hasn’t gotten any head way in over a year. Add in some coincidences I can’t ignore like him being jumped by the Carver’s and then a week later a few of their members turn up dead. He, um, also went to you for treatment and a couple of months later you’re dating Allen Munson’s son.”

“Well, Detective, like I said…I’m amazed you’re allowed to still work cases with the conclusions you jump to. May I leave now?”

“Yes you may.”, he grumbles. “We have a car watching every move he makes so don’t do anything stupid, doctor.”

“Hm. You have a cop watching him yet you didn’t know we broke up. May want to check your intel or become a better liar.”

After collecting your things, you power walk to your car and as soon as you slam the door shut, you break as you begin to sob. A soft tap on your passenger side window made you jump before you realized it was only one of the men responsible for your broken heart.

“What do you want, Steve?”

“Is everything ok? I didn’t know you were coming down here.”, he replied as he climbed into your vehicle.

“Don’t worry. I always told you two I would never rat either of you out so—”

“That’s not what I meant…”, he whispered before heavily sighing. “Usually, they keep me in the loop when it comes to things involving Eddie. No one told me they were integrating you. Did someone break in again?”

“No. No one broke in or has come after me. Probably because Eddie is slaughtering them all.”, you say with distain making him flinch. “You need to tell him to be more careful, Steve. He’s being too obvious with what he’s doing.”

“Yeah, well, I haven’t talked to him in a month so it’s not like he’ll listen to me.” As your head swiveled his way, he turned to gaze out the windshield not willing to meet your eyes for fear of you seeing how hurt he really was. “I call and he doesn’t answer. I went to the compound and they told me I’m no longer welcome.”

“Steve…”

“I guess that whole year we were together and he told me he loved me was all bullshit. Especially if he can throw me away so easily.”

“He’s in a lot of pain—”

“And we’re not?”, Steve snaps.

“You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to play victim when you left me to. I haven’t heard from you either, Steve. Why have YOU stayed away?!”

“Because it hurts too much! I love you both but what he’s involved in right now could get you killed. It almost did! You guys think I’m this big tough cop but seeing him get beaten the way he was… seeing you fucking shaking in his arms with those bruises on your neck… it kills me! I feel like I failed you both.”

As he wiped the tears he tried to hide, you did the same before turning to fully face him.

“They, or at least Hopper, thinks you may be working for Allen.”

“What?”

“The dots he’s connected brought him to that conclusion and with the three cops that have apparently wound-up dead—”

“I guess it’s not that big of leap but, Jesus, I’m not that much of an asshole. From the research I’ve done, I think those three plus Officer Douglas were the only ones in my precinct who worked for him. He may have some guards in the prison on his side especially with how easy it was to move Gabe and Eddie around to get them in the same block.”

When you become silent, he can’t help but release a heavy sigh.

“Thank you for telling me what they know. I’m still always working to keep you both safe.”

As he reaches for the door handle, your hand grabs his wrist.

“I may have an idea of how we can help him and we may only have to kill one more person.”

“We?”

“I want to help, Steve. I love him to.”

#############

“Miss Y/L/N, I’m sorry but… I was told to not allow anyone that isn’t a part of his crew up to the loft especially you or Mr. Harrington here.”

“I’m not asking for permission, Marcus. We’re going up there whether he likes it or not but I was hoping we could avoid any theatrics.”, you replied with a hard tone.

Sighing, he leaned over to call upstairs but before he could say a word you took the phone from his hand.

“Eddie, Steve and I need to talk to you.”

“I have nothing to say to either of you and there’s nothing I want to hear.”

“You said you loved us. The least you could do is face us one more time. Or is little gangster too scared?”

His growl reverberated through the receiver before you handed it back to the gentleman who nodded and tilted his head towards the elevators.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?”

“More than ever.”

“Ok. If for any reason, you get uncomfortable or scared, tell me and I’ll—”

“Protect me. I know, Steve. Don’t worry. After the month I’ve had, I can handle anything he throws my way.”

When you both finally arrived on the top floor, you took one last long breath and entered his apartment. The smell smacked you in the face immediately, the scent of sweat, alcohol, and blood. His loft was a mess with papers and clothes thrown haphazardly everywhere. There was a chair placed in the middle of the living room with dried stains of his last victim underneath.

What killed you was the photos strewn along his coffee table of a young Eddie with his mother with a big smile painting his face.

The man himself was in his kitchen with a seeming calm demeanor as he poured himself another glass of whiskey. Wearing only his black sweats, you were able to see that his bruises and burns were all mostly healed.

“I see you DO listen to me sometimes when I talk.”, you start as you gesture towards his chest.

“Is that why you’re here, doc? For a checkup? That usually doesn’t require a police escort.”

“That’s not why we’re here but it’s good to know physically you’re feeling better since you didn’t feel the need to update either of the people who love you.”

“Hm. Well, I’m busy so what the fuck do you both want?”

Steve chuckles beside you but even you can hear the pain hidden underneath.

“Still easy to cast aside huh? Even with us right in front of you.”

“You two have each other and I have my team. You’ll survive.”

“I haven’t seen either of you in over a month.” Eddie’s demeanor falters slightly at your admission giving you slight hope you can reach the man you met before. “Steve said it was a probably a mistake bringing me into your world and like you he left. I get to watch you fall apart all by myself.”

“Is that really why you haven’t reached out to her? To keep her safe?”, the gangster asks.

“Was I wrong? Between your fucking killing spree, detectives accusing me of working with your father—”

“What?”

“Hopper called me in today asking about the most recent deaths and then asked about Steve. The coincidences he sees drew him to that conclusion.”

“Fucking idiot.”

“I know.”, you agree with Eddie. “We want to use that to our advantage though. I was thinking Steve could make Allen believe the same thing.”

Eddie cackled at your suggestion to a mocking degree as he placed his hand on his stomach to control the laughter.

“Oh my god, sweetheart. That is the best joke I’ve heard in a long time.”

“Why? Why would it be so unbelievable for him to work with your father?”

“So you’re going to go undercover, Stevie? You’re going to do what he asks to get him to trust you like murdering innocent people; people like Y/N.”

“I’m not innocent. Not anymore thanks to you two.”, you growl.

“You’d be surprised what I’m capable of after finding out a year of my life was wasted on a man who didn’t fucking love me.”

Again, the gangster’s hardened image faltered, visibly so as his eye lids fluttered and he sauntered backwards to refill his drink.

“You think I didn’t love you?”

“I haven’t heard from you, Edward. After everything I’ve done for you and you just disappear without so much as a fucking goodbye? To be honest, after what I’ve witnessed recently, working for your dad will be a piece of cake since you want to be like him.”

“That shit… doesn’t hurt me anymore. Do you know why?”, he asks as he steps closer to you both. “Because I am better than my father ever was and now everyone else will know that to. If you cross me and align yourself with him, I have an answer for that.” Eddie pulls out his gun and places it under the officer’s chin. “And if you want to go play with his team have at it but if I find you robbing one of MY buildings or killing anyone on MY team, I’ll make an example out of you to.”

It was your turn to laugh as both men glanced your way.

“I don’t mean to laugh but it’s just so cute. Little gangster playing tough like his daddy. God, Eddie, when I first met you, you were a man to be respected. So many people were in your corner because of how you ran this city. Now you’re just this little boy pretending. You became exactly what Allen believed you were…weak.”

Stomping in your direction, his fingers wrapped around your throat as he pushed you back hard against the wall.

“You need to shut your fucking mouth before I do it for you.”

“Yeah? Do it then.”

Something flashes through his eyes then, a mixture of the man you fell in love with and the boy wanting justice against the person who continually hurt him from childhood to now. Releasing his grip, he slowly backed away from you but right as he turned around, you placed your body in front him.

“Come on, Eddie! You said when I met you that you and Steve had tempers that most women couldn’t handle. Well, I can, trust me. I can handle anything after what you both have put me through!”, you huffed as you shoved his chest hard. “What about you, Steve, huh? Or are you as much of a pussy as he is now?!”

The officer knew what you were doing. If you couldn’t engage the gangster, maybe, pushing his partner would entice him enough. His beautiful eyes penetrated yours and you saw the question within them.

Are you sure?

“Please…”

As soon as the words left your mouth, his eyes darkened and you were once again confronted with the version of him you hadn’t seen since he pointed a gun in your face asking you to help the man he loved.

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Steve’s feet slammed loudly against the hardwood as he made a beeline your way and grabbed your throat just below your jaw.

“You think we’re pussies, little girl?” When your head tried to turn to see if Eddie was even paying attention, the officer forcefully yanked you closer till his nose was practically touching yours. “No. Don’t look at him. Look at me. I’m asking the fucking question. I said do you think we’re pussies?” Answer. Me.”

“Yes.”, you answered roughly as you clung to his wrist. “You made me believe you loved me. You told me I was safe with you! You lied to me!”

“No.”, Eddie’s rugid tone responded beside you. “We warned you. We kill people. I kill people and don’t even think twice about it. I’m a bad man, sweetheart, raised by an even worse one. This past month I have proven to him and everyone else that I’M now above him. I’m someone to be feared. You should be afraid of me, Y/N.”

You’d be lying if you didn’t say the way he was speaking was scaring you but you tried to keep your resolve.

“I’m not.”

“You will be.” Abruptly, he shoved you to the sofa and climbed on top of you. You fought against him, your hand connecting to his face hard before he returned the favor and pinned your wrists above your head. After pushing your legs open with his knee, he rolled his hips allowing his hardening cock to rub against your pant covered core through his sweats.

Even with all the layers, he ground himself in just the right way to hit your clit making you groan.

“Eddie.”

“Fuck, that’s it, little whore. Moan my name.”

Fingers appeared above you and you glanced up to see Steve leaning to lift your shirt while the gangster took the opportunity to yank off your pants blocking his way. After pushing down his sweats enough to free his length, he maneuvered up your body till he was hovering over your face.

“Open.” You try and push against his hold on your hands but he doesn’t relent. “Open. Now.”

When you do what he commands, he mercilessly guides his cock between your parted lips. The sound of your gags mixes with his grunts as he thrusts his hips.

“Goddamn it. That’s right, Y/N. We trained you good. Fuck. Breathe…breathe through your nose—”

When his voice cut off, you opened your eyes to see both men passionately kissing each other above you. Steve’s face softened for a moment as if he was glad to be able to taste the man he loved again before remembering everything he had been through as well.

“Look at you, baby. Being in charge…just like your father…a ruthless killer.”

“I’m better than he—mmm—ever was.”

“Oh, yeah? Show me. Show me what better looks like.” Eddie’s palm curled around the back of Steve’s neck and in return the officer leaned his forehead against his. “Come on, honey. You’re someone to be feared now, right? Show me. You already showed me you don’t love me; that you could use me. Use me again.”

At the accusation, the gangster tackled the other man to the ground and pinned his arms to the floor as you coughed, panting trying to catch your breath. You watched as they wrestled each other before Eddie flipped him onto his stomach, reached underneath him to unbuckle his belt, and pull down his pants to his ankles.

The sound they both made when Eddie guided his cock inside of him was a mixture of passion and pain. The pain of them missing how the other felt but the euphoria of being able to feel them again. You slid down to the floor, placing yourself beside them and tenderly ran your fingers through Steve’s hair as he moaned while the gangster slammed into him roughly.

Eddie’s breath warmed the back of your hand as he laid down flat on the other man’s back and rolled his hips as he clung to his chest.

“This is…who I am…Steven. Who—fuck—who I have to…be.”

The officer shook his head as his own fingers above his head squeaked as he dragged them along the floor beneath him.

“Excuses… Y-You’re afraid.”

“What the fuck do I have to be afraid of.”, Eddie grumbled in his ear.

“…Dad.”

The gangster delivered a couple of hard thrusts that had a high-pitched whine leaving Steve’s lips.

“I’m NOT afraid of Allen Munson.”

“No, you’re not.”, you clarified. “You’re afraid of your dad. You’re afraid of the man that hurt your mother and called you both weak. The man who sent adults after a child to jump him after school. Who hurt and tortured a little boy for not being what he deemed as perfect.”

Eddie’s rhythm slowed to almost a stop while he listened to you speak. His long hair was blocking his face but you could tell you were getting through.

“A coward who abandoned his only son with his brother to manage a gang of men who cared even less about his child than he did.”

A broken sob left his throat as he pushed off Steve and leaned his back against the couch. You crawled towards him, climbed into his lap, and pushed his hair back with your fingers as you kissed his forehead.

“Baby, you’re not that same little boy. You have more control now than you think and that scares him.”, you whispered as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly to him. “That’s why he did what he did, Eddie. You’re stronger than he will ever be so he had to make you feel like a child again. Don’t let him win. Don’t become him.”

When Steve sat up and laid his head on the man’s shoulder, he turned and smashed his lips messily to his.

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I do love you, Steve. I never once used you or Y/N. It killed me not having either one of you next to me. I’m sorry. I love you to, Y/N.”

Steve’s hands suddenly gripped your waist as he laid you back down on the floor and ran his cock through your folds before guiding himself into your cunt. Amber eyes locked with your own when he felt ring laced hands land on his shoulder and he grunted loudly as Eddie slid into the man above you again.

Your legs tried to wrap around them both as they pumped their hips. Steve fell against your body as his cock hit every sensitive nerve inside you, building you up as you ran your nails through his hair and down his back.

“I’m s-sorry, honey, for—mmm—for hurting you. I love you, Y/N.”

“Cum, Steve. I need to feel it.”

His pace hastened, his ass pushing back into Eddie who groaned and his length pushing deep into you. The sound of his heavy pants in your ear had you clenching around him till you came and he quickly followed, moaning your name as he warmed your walls with his release. With a few more rough thrusts, the gangster grunted as he spilled into his partner before collapsing on the floor beside you.

As soon as Steve pulled out of you, both men’s eyes followed you as you rose to your feet and headed to the kitchen to a get a rag to clean yourself. Coming back into the living room with a bottle of water, you threw on your shirt and panties as they quietly put on their boxers.

“So, Steve and I were thinking that he could pretend to work for your father so we could him in front of you on your own terms so to speak.”

When you spoke your tone calm but there was a shake behind it you prayed they didn’t hear. As a doctor you were trained to hold it together under pressure. This was no different.

“You can do whatever you want; torture him, kill him, I don’t fucking care. Whatever gets him to leave us alone. After that you can stop all this chaos and I can go back to my own life.”

“Alone?”, Eddie asked.

When you didn’t responded, their gaze shifted towards you just in time to see your eyes glaze over and your bottom lip tremble. The gangster kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“You left me… I wanted you to stay but… you left…”

“I know. I know, sweetheart and I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you; both of you. You were right. I became that little boy again and just…”

“How many people have you killed in this last month, Eddie?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows in fear knowing you won’t like his answer.

“Me personally or my team?”

“Jesus Christ.”, Steve sighs as he rubs his palms over his eyes. “My department clocked a total of 23 men. Three of them cops. How many were by your hand, Ed?”

“Eight were killed by me but I tortured them all for information.”, he answers flatly as his eyes remained locked on yours. “Those eight knew about Y/N or you, Steve. Pat Chase, a lawyer for a few of the gang members around town had pictures in his suitcase of you in your cruiser and Y/N…crying behind her clinic. Calvin Thomas, junior police officer at Steve’s station, threatened to murder a couple of your patients including that little girl with asthma. Mason Fletcher, manager at one of the local mechanic stores and a friend who I helped when his wife passed away, said when Steve’s chief sent the cars for a tune up, he planned to tamper with the brakes.”

Eddie’s jaw tightened as he continued.

“I remember each and every one of them still. Out of those 23 people, ten of them were people I trusted and do you know who commands them? Allen Munson. This is the kind of man they follow even after everything. Y/N what you’re suggesting is very dangerous but even more so because… I don’t know if I could follow through with killing him if given the chance.”

“What if you don’t have to kill him but we can still separate him from his allies. Cut the head off the snake.”

They listen as you speak, allowing the details to sink in before agreeing with what you have in mind. Taking his hand in yours, you start to head towards the stairs to guide him to his bed but are tugged back when he doesn’t move.

“You never answered my question. When this is over…will we be over?” When your gaze shifts to the floor, Eddie wraps his arm around your waist and brings you closer to him as he leans his forehead on your own. “I understand if you want to leave but if you stay, Y/N, I promise I will do whatever it takes to make sure you never feel alone or hurt like that again. I love you so much. I’m so sorry.”

Your lips meet his as hug him tightly to your body while he continues to whisper apologies.

“I’ll stay, Eddie. I forgive you.”

After the gangster prepared a bath and slowly placed you in the water, he paused when he noticed Steve’s moving was a bit more rigid than he normally is. Rising to his feet, he scanned the man over.

“Steve, are you ok, sweetheart? Did I…was I…too rough?”

Shaking his head, the officer carefully climbed in behind you before taking you in his arms and pulling you against his chest.

“I forgive you to, Steve Harrington.”, you murmur as you lean back to kiss his cheek.

Placing a finger under his chin, Eddie tilts his head till Steve’s eyes meet his.

“I’m sorry, baby. I—”

“It’s ok, honey. I’m just…sore…and tired. I missed you both.”

The three of you sat there in silence fully absorbing the events of the last month and how things were about to get a lot harder. As you were being dried, your fingers ran over Eddie’s remaining bruises and burns.

“I’ve still been doing what you said, keeping the wounds iced and clean.”

“They look a lot better.”

Steve passed by you both and placed himself on the edge of the bed as he pulled his shirt over his head. The other man kneeled in front of him and took his hands into his own.

“My Paladin. You do so much for me and yet I pushed you to the side. This past year, I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been and not because you help me with my organization but because you loved me for me, Steve. You don’t see a gangster or a Munson. You always saw Eddie.”

The officer’s eyes water as a heavy breath escapes him.

“This will never happen again, baby. I promise.”, the other man coos as he straddles his lap and circles his arms around him and you watch with a small smile while they cling to each other. “I love you. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you to, nerd.”

When they finally detached, they laid down in bed, reaching for you and putting you between them.

“Are you sure you want to go through with your plan, Y/N? It’s not going to be easy…for you or Steve.”

You nod as you tenderly reach out to caress his face and fold the officer’s hand that’s resting on your hip.

“I’m sure.”

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Three Days Later

Allen grunts in frustration as he steps up to the glass partition and throws his body into the chair across from the man he believes to be his son’s best friend.

“Mr. Harrington, how can I help you today? Any friend of my son is no friend of mine.”, he says all too casually as he chuckles under his breath.

“Yeah, well, I’m not your son’s friend anymore.”, Steve growled in anger. “He took something that belonged to me. I warned him but that fucker didn’t care.”

“Oh? What did he take?”

“Y/N.”

Allen’s eyes widened in amusement as he crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair.

“Jesus. This woman must be fucking special. How did she end up with him and not you?”

“I saw her first when she helped me at her clinic. After Eddie was hurt, I took him there so she could help him to. I didn’t expect it to become romantic. I told that fucker I loved her and she was mine but he still went after her. I did everything I could to split them up but, unfortunately, she’s loyal.”

“Hm. Sounds like my wife; weak. So what exactly do you want, officer?”

“It’s not so much what I want but what you do. I want to help you take Eddie out of the game.”

Allen laughed as well as a few of the guards who could hear the conversation.

“You want to help me? Why don’t you just arrest him again and bring him in?”

“On what? All the charges we have aren’t sticking and even though he’s running around killing your people, he’s not leaving anything incriminating behind.” At Steve’s mention of the men he was losing, the prisoner grumbled low as he glared at him. “He’s going to keep coming at you till either all your people are dead or he is. I can help you, Allen.”

The man thinks for a long moment before smirking his way.

“How do I know I can trust you? How do I know this isn’t something my son conjured up.”

“Well, one, Eddie isn’t that fucking smart and two, I did something you haven’t been able to in almost 2 months.”

“Yeah, Harrington, and what’s that?”

“I killed Y/N.”

Allen’s head tilts as he tries to hide his shock at the officer’s statement as the other man smirks his way.

“How’d you do that?”

“I slit her throat in his apartment.”, Steve answered as his smile grew. “You should have heard the way Eddie cried over her. That’s what that selfish asshole gets. She was mine.”

No longer amused, the prisoner leaned on his elbows and met the officer’s angry expression with one of his own.

“I don’t believe you.”

A loud thump filled the area as Steve smacked a Polaroid picture against the glass.

“I thought you might say that. She’s buried next to his mother if you want to go look. Oh wait…”, he teases sarcastically as he gestures to the prison.

Loud shouting startles the guards as a door flies open just in time for Eddie’s father to see them tackling Wayne to the ground.

“What the fuck did you do, Allen!? She was a good woman and you took her away from him! You fucking asshole! Get off me!”

“Self-righteous prick.” Allen thinks for a moment as he fully takes in the man in front of him. “Ok, Steven. Ok, I may have some use for you.”

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b00inazkaban · 2 years ago

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MASTERLIST #2

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call-me-little-sunshine84 · 2 years ago

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Taking Control (Jim Hopper x female reader ~ 18+)

Characters: Jim "Chief" Hopper x female reader

Rating: Explicit ~ Minors DNI. Seriously.

Words: 1.5k

Summary: Hopper works out some of his anger while in the bedroom with you

Warnings: smut, basically porn with no plot, oral sex, unprotected sex, dom/sub undertones (kind of), orgasm delay/denial

A/N: This is probably the filthiest one shot I've written, and the first time I've attempted to do mean/dom Hopper vibes. I hope it's good!

You knew as soon as Hopper came through the front door exactly how his day had gone. Anger was etched on every line of his face; you could practically feel it radiating off of his large frame. "What happened?” you asked, concerned. “Same shit, different day,” he grumbled. This seemed to happen more and more, and you were worried that all the stress was going to eventually catch up with him. You had tried to get him to come up with something he could do to relax to no avail. For as long as you had been with him, the man had never had an off button.

Today, though, an idea ran through your mind, a way to hopefully erase the bad mood he was in. You grabbed his hand and led him toward your bedroom. “Come with me,” you said, giving him that look, and he cocked his eyebrow at you and followed you down the hall. Once you reached the doorway to the room, you leaned in and kissed him, long and lingering. “It’s pretty simple. You need to blow off some serious steam. I want you to work out some of your anger. I want you to be in total control of me tonight. Tell me what to do,” you said. The look on his face, a mix of disbelief and excitement, was priceless. “What? We’ve never done anything like that. Are you sure?” he questioned. “Yes, baby, I think you need this. I want to give it to you. I trust you not to take it too far,” you replied. And you did. He would never do anything to hurt you. “Okay, if you’re sure. Just let me know if you want to stop,” he said, looking at you with those gorgeous blue eyes.

It was like a switch flipped in him. He pushed you inside the room. He kissed you roughly, all tongue and teeth. He nipped at your bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. Something deep inside you seemed to wake up in response to this new side of him. You tried to wrap your arms around him, but he growled at you. “No touching. Not yet,” he said, his eyes darkening. Oh my God, this is so fucking hot you thought, feeling the slickness pooling between your legs already. “On your knees,” he commanded, and you did so immediately. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. “Suck my dick,” he told you, putting one hand on the back of your head and pushing you toward him. You were more than happy to oblige, grasping his already hard length in your hand and licking a stripe up his shaft. You took him completely in your mouth, tasting the saltiness of his precum. You moved up and down rhythmically, taking him in as far as you could.

"Look at you, blowing me like a good little whore,” he said, leaning his head back and grunting. You could feel your cunt clenching at his words. He had never talked to you like that, and honestly, you liked it. He started moving his hips, slowly thrusting into your mouth. It was almost too much, the feeling of him hitting all the way in the back of your throat. You dug your nails into his ass cheeks, trying to keep it up, to give him what he wanted. Suddenly he pushed you back, away from him. “You’re a little too good at that,” he said, and your body sang at his praise.

He grabbed your hands and pulled you off the floor, then pushed you toward the bed. “Take your clothes off. I want to see your body,” he told you. You slowly took off your t-shirt, then your jeans, standing in front of him in just your bra and panties. He devoured you with his eyes, which were darkened and clouded with lust. “Lose those too,” he said. You did, tossing them off to the side.

“On the bed. Put your hands above your head,” he said. You raised an eyebrow. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he growled. “Yes sir,” you replied, doing as you were told. He removed his shirt, now also completely naked, and grabbed his pants off the floor. He retrieved his handcuffs off of his belt and closed the distance between you.

Oh shit you thought. This is about to get really good . He crawled toward you on the bed and adjusted one handcuff down onto your right hand. He ran the chain around a post on the headboard and closed the other cuff around your left hand. You squirmed, not liking that you still couldn’t touch him. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked. You could only moan in response as he started kissing his way down your body. He stopped at your breasts, alternating between pinching and biting your hardened nipples. You arched your back, trying to get some kind of relief for the constantly building need inside you.

“Be still,” he instructed, and you whined. He licked a trail down your torso to your center, teeth biting at you as he went. You knew you would be covered in marks tomorrow, but you didn’t care. You just wanted more , to give yourself over to him completely. He roughly shoved your legs apart. “You’re practically dripping already, and I’ve barely touched you. Such a needy girl,” he teased. You could feel the heat pulsing through you and thought if he didn’t touch you soon, you might just die.

Suddenly he shoved his tongue inside your slick folds, licking a slow trail to land on your clit. You ground your aching pussy against his mouth, begging for more. He licked and sucked, finally giving you what you needed. “Yes, Hop, right there,” you gasped, feeling your impending orgasm already right around the corner. He felt it too and abruptly pulled himself away from you. “You only cum when I say you can,” he said, and for a moment you wanted to hit him right in the face.

“Then you better fuck me soon, or I will find a way out of these handcuffs, even if I have to break my wrists,” you snarled at him. He laughed at the anger and desperation in your voice. “Yes ma’am,” he said with a mock salute. "So impatient, you can’t wait to have my cock inside you, can you?” he asked. He lowered his body over yours, and you tingled with anticipation. He began to enter you, so very slowly. He put just his tip inside you and then removed it, over and over again, teasing you so deliciously. You whimpered and bucked your body against his, desperate for him to bottom out in you. Finally, he shoved himself all the way inside you, and you yelled his name over and over like a chorus, pleasure momentarily blinding your vision. He began thrusting at a frenetic pace, gripping your hips with bruising strength, sweat dripping down his forehead. He looked so damn sexy, and you didn’t think you could hold out much longer.

He then took one hand and wrapped it around your throat. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was enough to make you realize this might be something you enjoyed. He squeezed a little harder, noticing the way you tightened your pussy down around him. “So, you like it when I choke you, huh? You’re my good little slut, aren’t you,” he asked as he kept one hand on your throat and moving the other down to make lazy circles on your clit, all while still thrusting in and out of you.

“Please, Hop, can I cum now,” you begged, at least as much as you could with his hand still tight around your throat. Your body felt like it was about to explode; everything was electric. “Yes, you’ve been good for me tonight. Let go, baby,” he replied. He removed his hand from your throat, and you sucked in a deep breath, your entire body on fire. You could feel the pressure inside continuously building until you couldn’t take it anymore. That invisible coil inside you finally snapped and wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

“Oh my God, Hop, yes!” you screamed, trying so hard to touch him even though you were still handcuffed. He pounded into you relentlessly, seeking his own ending. It wasn’t long before he found it, thrusting as hard as he could as he covered your walls with his release.

He quickly let you out of the handcuffs, and you began rubbing your wrists. He looked at you, concerned. “I’m fine, I promise,” you told him. He leaned in and gently kissed you on the cheek. “Thank you,” he said. “For what?” you asked, confused. “For tonight. You always know exactly what I need”.

“I know,” you replied with a grin. “It’s a gift.”

#jim hopper x fem!reader #jim hopper smut #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper #david harbour #stranger things smut #hopper smut #jim hopper oneshot #hopper x reader

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friautyalltheway · 1 year ago

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To please a woman

✶﹒Jim Hopper x Reader

⊂📔🍒⊃

Content Warnings: Hard Dom! Hop, Bratty Sub! Reader, Corruption Kink, Fingering, Degradation, Oral (fem receiving), BDSM, kinda? (Use of Handcuffs), Sir kink, Praise, Begging, Hair Pulling, No Condom (always keep it safe kids!!), this is literally just porn atp, manhandling, Overstimulation

2,7k words

18+ below the cut

How long had it bee since Jim Hopper last had a good fuck? An one-night stand? A woman in his life? Too long. It´s been definitely too long. Even though he knew he shouldn’t be thinking about sex while at work, he did so regardless. His filthy thoughts started taking advantage of him a few days ago, naughty imaginations clouding his mind, making it impossible for him to focus on anything else. Shit, how old was he? 18? Shouldn’t people his age be out and about, thriving with their wives, their families? Whatever. It could not be that hard, finding a willing woman somewhere in Hawkins.

With that thought in mind, he hurriedly closed the doors of the Police Station after his shift was finally over for the day, and made his way straight into his favourite pub. Lucky for him, you have had the exact same thought as him today, on the lookout for a man who could pleasure you the right way. But you definitely didn’t expect that man to be the Chief of Police.

Hopper opened the door that lead onto the pub, looking around as he made his way towards the counter. That was until he spotted you sitting at one of the tables, all by yourself. He took that as a chance to sit down at the same table, taking of his hat, grumpily greeting you.

Soon, you were lost in a conversation, talking about this and that. You never took him as a funny, nice guy - but that was exactly who he was. All to your surprise. But what surprised you even more, was him admitting after a few beers, that he went to the pub for the exact same reason as you. To have sex.

Jim was a very attractive man, way older than you were. But you did not have a problem with the age gap - age gaps were good. Boys your age just didn’t know what they were doing yet.

So it was not surprising to find yourself buckling up your seatbelt in Hopper´s police car a few minutes after paying.

The car ride was painfully long, the tension in the air so thick the both of you could barely breathe.

After what seemed like hours, you finally arrived at his Cabin. He turned of the car´s engine, and looked over to you.

“I swear to god, that was the last thing i had expected to happen today. Jesus.”

He shook his head, a small grin tugging at his lips. You giggled softly. “Me neither.”, you admitted. Hoppers right hand found your thigh, giving it a light squeeze, nodding twice while doing so. He opened the door, and got out of his seat. You took one last, deep breath, and left the car as well. As you walked around the car, Hopper suddenly pushed you against the car´s hood, his lips greedily pressing against yours. You moaned quietly at the sudden impact, but he let go of you a few seconds into the kiss.

“Sorry. Can’t contain myself. Lets go inside and get this started, hm, sweetheart?”

As soon as you stepped inside, he pushed you against the wall, pinning your hands over you head, continuing to kiss you hungrily. His lips left yours and made their way over to your ear, softly nibbling on it. “I want to destroy you so bad, you have no idea.”, he whispered, a slight rasp to his voice. You let out a quiet whimper at this comment - him asserting his dominance over you was the most arousing thing you had ever experienced. Just thinking about your age (and size) gap made you press your thighs together in anticipation for what was about to come. “Need you to do that”

There was no way in hell you would be able to think straight, so you just gave up on forming full sentences by now.

His right hand still pinned your hands down, as his other one slowly traveled down the side of your body, coming to rest on your breast. He started groping it, playing with your nipples. At this point you were a mess in his hands, completely submitted to him. “I barely started, and you already stopped thinking straight. Pathetic.”

His teasing went right down between your legs, the wetness intensifying. “Stop- stop the teasing. Need more. Please. Need so- so much more.” A low chuckle fell from his lips at your comment. But he didn’t change his pace, he didn´t roam farther south where you needed him most. Instead, the hand that cupped your breast went upwards again, grabbing the back of your head, pulling you towards his lips again to reward you with yet another greedy, passionate kiss, which you loudly moaned into. “So, so greedy… Just have some patience, will you now?”

You nodded. Suddenly, he grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back. “I want you to answer me properly when I ask you a question!”, he angrily said through gritted teeth. What would scare most people living in Hawkins, only turned you on even more.

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?” “Yes, sir.” “Better.” He went from the back of your head to give your ass a hard spank and then gripping it roughly. You tried moving your hands to touch him, but couldn’t escape his tight grip. “You´ll move when I say so. Got that?” “Yes.” The grip on your wrists intensified. “Yes sir!” A small chuckle left Hoppers mouth. “I think it´s time to move this to the bedroom, hm?”

As soon as you entered the bedroom, he pushed you on the bed, his lips finding yours again. Holding back was impossible now, and you pressed your core up to his already hard crotch, your fingers tangling in his hair, at which he lowly groaned. “Fuck, look what you do to me. Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”

He opened your belt, eagerly pulling down your pants and then dragging his finger along your clothed slit, which was soaked by now.

“Shit, you´re so damn wet. Can´t wait to see what your insides feel like. What you taste like.”

Your panties and bra didn’t stay on long, after he had yanked them off your body - him still fully clothed. His kissed slowly started traveling down your body, making halt where you needed him most. Your hips jerked upwards in excitement, but he didn´t give you what you wanted just yet.

“Now, what do good girls do when they want something real bad? When the officer catches up on them, and they don´t want to be punished, hm? They beg him for mercy. Oh, they beg so nice and good to please him, so he will let them go. I won’t let you go, no way in hell, but I still want you to beg for me. Beg, as if your life depends on it, can you do that for me?”

Where did that man learn how to talk this dirty from?! It was undeniably hot, so of course, you gave him what he wanted. Right now, you would probably do anything just to have him finally pleasure you the right way. So there was no holding back.

“Please. Please use me, do anything you want to me, I need you, I need you inside me, on top of me, whatever, please, please, please, sir, make me fall apart, make me your whore, i don’t care anymore. I will do anything for pleasure, please!”

You desperation made Hopper release a low groan, but still, he didn’t give you what you needed. What more did you have to do? “Go on. Come on, continue…”

Asshole.

“Mhh, please, please, just do it. I gave you so much already, please, i think I might die if you wont touch me. Shit, shit, destroy me, please, please just - ah!”

His tongue found your clit in the middle of your sentence, suckling on it, softly biting down on it. You arched your back, hips pressing up against his head. Finally he added a finger, curling it so it perfectly hit your G-Spot. Just how on earth could he be this good at all that?!

Soon, he added another finger. And then, a third one. “Mh- close…”

“Not yet, sweetheart. I need you to fulfil the promise you made earlier, can you remember? You told me I should make you my whore- good whores cum when their Sir tells them to.”

“Yes, yes sir. Understood…”

Hopper couldn’t believe that you really were this obedient. Of course, he had to be dominant in his job as well - but it was way more arousing to be dominant in bed. His erection pressed tightly against his pants, needing attention. Shit, he swore he could cum alone from fucking you with his tongue.

After what felt like hours, he finally pulled out his fingers, and removed his mouth from your aching core. He moved towards you, grabbing your hand and placing it over the tent that had formed in his pants.

“Can you feel that? This is what you do to me, girl. My little whore, hm?”

You were practically drooling at this point - which didn’t go unnoticed by Hopper. But he himself couldn’t stand this torture anymore. He finally needed to fuck you so good you wouldn’t be able to walk for the next week. He finally wanted to see you completely break underneath him, wanted to fuck you dumb.

So he started to unbuckle his belt. He did not bother undressing, only pulled his pants and his underwear down a little bit to reveal his dick.

Him fully clothed, on top of your naked body, his erection pressed against your wet folds - the thought alone nearly made you cum. His teeth nibbled at your earlobe again, and with a raspy whisper he said:

“I need it just as bad as you do right now. But I need you to beg for it again. I need to know what my little, good slut needs.”

Again. He wanted you to plead again. You slowly started to get a little embarrassed, your face heating up, your cheeks turning red. You tried to turn your head away to undergo having to beg Hopper to fuck you. You did enough begging by now, anyways.

What you didn’t expect though, was Hopper suddenly getting up and leaving the room. You sat up, confused. What was he doing, in the middle of all this?

Your question quickly got answered as he came back - handcuffs in hand. “Lay down. Hands behind your back.”

You looked at him with widened eyes, not prepared for this kind of power play. Only to see what would happen, you started acting up, refusing to follow his instructions. “What if I don’t, sir?”

He let out a low chuckle. “Then Ill make you.”

“Hmm, I don’t know about that. I bet I could just Get up and leave!”

That was wha sent him over the edge. Leave? You? No. No one could leave once he had them in his hands. He was the chief of Police after all!

In a matter of seconds, he had your body pressed up against the mattress, your wrists in a firm grip as he adjusted the handcuffs. Moving was barely impossible in that position, face pressed into the soft pillow, muffling your whimpers.

“Arch that back.”, Hopper demanded. This time, you did not stand up against his orders. Your ass was now pressing against his dick, already dripping with precum. “And i swear to go, if you ever, ever even think about disobeying me again, I’m going to absolutely destroy you until your knees give out. Until you’re bruised black and blue, does that sound good to you, hm?”

He grabbed your hair again, and pulled your head up, turning it towards him. His other hand squished your cheeks together, making it harder for you to answer.

“M-mh yesh, shir”

God, you felt so stupid. You sounded so stupid. But that apparently was amusing to him, because a dirty grin settled on his face.

“Thats how I like my good whore. Obedient and submissive.”

Without warning, he thrust his dick into your core, making you scream in both pleasure and pain. He set a slow, but hard pace, the room being filled by the sound of skin against skin, your moans and his soft groans.

Hopper put one had on the chain that held the handcuffs together, pulling on it. His other hand made its way towards your mouth, where to of his fingers slipped between your lips.

“Suck on them, will you?”

So you did. You were so close to orgasming, and having both your pussy and your mouth stuffed, and being completely submitted and helpless did not help you at all. Wait until I allow you to cum, he said. As if it was that easy!

“Mhh, good whore. Good girl. Doing such a good job, taking my cock so well.”

His pace sped up, and you assumed he was close as well. Hopefully he would allow you to cum as soon as possible. But that was not the case. You tried telling him that you couldn’t hold it any longer, but his fingers fucking your mouth made that almost impossible. Each thrust threatened to throw you over the edge, as you tried your best to hold yourself back from reaching your height. But fuck, that did not work. With one last, loud moan, your walls clenched around his cock, eyes rolling back in your head as you experienced one of the most amazing orgasm you’ve ever had.

Hoppers thrusts stopped. He took the fingers out of your mouth, moving his hand up to your head, and yanking it back by your hair.

“Shit, what did I tell you about cumming without my permission?!”

He was furious.

He turned you on your back, eyes staring right into yours. “Dumb whore.”, he said, and squished your cheeks again. “Open up your mouth - don’t make me ask twice.”

As you did so, he spat right into it. “Swallow.” You made sure not to disobey him again, seeing what it had led to.

Hopper spread apart your legs, and started fucking you again. Your pussy felt sore from all the foreplay and the hard orgasm you had just experienced - but he did not care. He put his full body weight on you, nearly crushing you. Your legs were resting upon his shoulders, his fingers caressing your clit.

“´M gonna cum soon. And you will, too. I don’t care if you’re overstimulated or not, this is an order. And you know what happens when you disobey the chief of Police, right, sweetheart?”

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes. You didn’t even need to try hard to cum, as you were already on the verge of yet another orgasm.

“Cum, sweet whore. My sweet girl, you’ve been taking it so well. Cum around my cock, I know you can do it.”

His words of encouragement were enough to send you over the edge for the second time today. Seeing you, all vulnerable, completely fucked out and into submission also sent Hopper over the edge. He leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss, hands tangling in your hair, while both of you rode out your high.

“Shit,” Hopper said as he pulled out and laid down beside you. “You did fucking amazing.” His words made you smile, but you were way too tired to respond to that. “Yeah, get some rest. You deserve it.”

You heard him change in the bathroom, coming back to lie down besides you, tucking the both of you under his blanket.

You would have never expected it, but Jim Hopper, the Chief of Police of Hawkins was very cuddly after Sex - which you found extremely adorable. He softly stroked your cheeks while you drifted away to sleep, and you loved every second of it.

He surely knows how to please a woman.

#stranger things smut #jim hopper #stranger things #oneshot #smut #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x reader smut #no plot just vibes #chief hopper #hopper x y/n

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fluffansmut · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

Eddie Munson x reader

I’ve got you sweetheart - smut, aftercare, fluff

I can tell - sick fic, hurt/comfort

Use your words - smut, Dom!Eddie, Sub!Reader

12 fics of Christmas - Christmas themed stories, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort

Clear your head sweetheart - smut, Softdom!Eddie, Subby! Reader

Are you leaving? - angst, hurt/comfort, fluff.

I can never be her - angst, hurt/comfort, fluff.

Clementine - hurt/comfort, fluff

You’re the one I want - angst, fluff

Hellfire fuck -smut

Like you haven’t done that - three parts, smut, established Jancy and Jopper.

part1

part2

part3

Eddie x fairy!reader , part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 - fluff, fairy & crybaby!reader, blurb

Fairy’s first Christmas - advent calendar, fluff, fairy!crybaby!reader

Steddie

Lean on me - hurt/comfort, friends-to-lovers

Ronance

Use your words - light smut, Dom!Nancy, Sub!Robin

We’ll be down for dessert -smut, insecure!Robin

Ronance x reader

Take it like a good girl - smut, Dom!Nancy, Softdom!Robin, Sub!reader.

Jancy

How was the pullout?- smut

The fruity four

They seem a bit…queer? - teaser, steddie, Ronance

What if-ing - steddie, ronance, slight smut, fluff

Jim Hopper & Wayne Munson

Hawkins unofficial support group for unofficial fathers - hurt/comfort, fluff, slight angst

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #ronance #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #robin buckley x female reader #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x jonathan byers #Jancy #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #masterlist #the fruity four

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 1 year ago

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2023 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) 🔥 Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)🔥🌙👿 Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) 🔥🕸️ Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) 🔥🌙 Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader) Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader) Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader) Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader) Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader) Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader) Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader) Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader) Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader) Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader) Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader) Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

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eddiesguitarpic · 2 years ago

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hi baby bee!!!

requesting enzo smut with like teasing and casual dominance before and then punishment sex after PUH LEAAAASE but like rough punishment sex and then soft after care with big russian man 0_0

-🌿

hehe of course, my love

dmitri antonov x gn!afab!reader

warnings: teasing, very light exhibition, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, oral (female receiving), spanking, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 1,530

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"C'mere." Enzo's raspy purr pulls you from the daze you were in, eyes darting to meet his.

He's sat on Joyce's couch, Hopper sat next to him, hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey as he beckons you over.

You follow without hesitation, abandoning the task you'd already forgotten about in favor of trotting into the living room, taking your rightful place on one of his muscular thighs.

"Hi." You murmur, linking your arms around his neck.

"Wanna play?" He asks, accent thick from the whiskey he'd been sipping.

"No, I'll just watch."

You wouldn't say it out loud, but watching him play poker was extremely attractive. The way his eyebrows furrowed, how he bit his lip when he was concentrated, when he took a larger sip of his whiskey because he was dealt a bad hand. You were almost feral.

You're sat on his lap for a mere fifteen minutes before you start to get antsy. The game started to get less interesting, no longer entertained by Joyce's glare and Hopper's irritated grunts.

You spare a glance toward Dmitri, noting how focused he was on the on the game before plotting your next move.

Face displayed with a look of pure innocence, you shift your hips so your back is now against his chest and your ass is pressed against his crotch. You hear his disgruntled huff, but ignore it, grabbing his arms to wrap around your waist, spread cards now a half-foot away from you.

He relaxes after a minute, acclimating to the new position quickly. It's then when you decide to shift, his soft cock now nuzzled between your asscheeks through your leggings and his jeans.

"What are you doing?" He growls into your ear, low enough so only you can hear, grip tightening on your hip.

"I'm not doing anything." You whisper back, settling into your new position.

He grunts, returning his focus back to the game while you decide your next move.

You need it to be subtle enough where Joyce and Jim won't notice, but impactful enough the Dmitri will be effected by it.

Two minutes after his subtle warning, you grind your ass back into his now half-hard crotch, sliding it between the split of your ass.

"Stop." He growls, this time not a warning, but a command.

You don't respond, at least not verbally.

Spreading your legs so your knees are right outside of his, you grind against him again. Your turn your head so your mouth is right by his ear, nibbling gently at the lobe while Joyce and Jim's attention is focused elsewhere.

"I'm so wet for you." You whisper breathlessly into his ear, knowing just how much it would affect him.

His fingers grip you harder, posture straightening. You hear a sharp inhale from behind you before his cards are being thrown down onto the glass coffee table.

"I fold. We are leaving."

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You cry out, Dmitri's hand coming down on your ass once again.

"What's the number?" He grits, annoyance thick like molasses in his tone.

"S-Seven." You whimper out, ass already sore, stinging from the brunt of his open-palm against the sensitive flesh.

"Good." He hums.

He continues until he's reached twenty, your ass sore and mind beaten into submission.

He lifts you by your under-arms, tossing you so your back is on the bed, head on the plush pillows. He pulls his shirt over his head before kneeling on the bed, crawling until he's hovered above you, hands supporting his weight on either side of your head.

He grinds his thick, hard cock into your bare pussy, wetness soaking through his thin boxers. He moans, grinding harder as you whine.

"Please." You whimper, needy and unashamed.

He grins, shaking his head before moving down, nipping at your neck before crawling down your body until he's level with your navel.

He presses a kiss to your hip before moving toward your pussy, spreading your lips, groaning at the slight wet sound it makes. He leans in, licking a strip from your hole to your clit.

You moan, fisting the sheets as he laps at you. He collects every drop of your arousal before sucking at your clit like it gave him oxygen.

"ебать ребенка." He purrs into your cunt.

You don't know what he said, but the Russian dialect paired with the way he's lapping at your folds like a man starved has you crying out and grinding your hips into his face.

He groans, holding your hip, encouraging you to roll them into his face. Eating you like like it's his only purpose in life, he manages to slip two of his thick fingers into your hole like its nothing.

"P-Please." You're nearly crying, eyes wet with tears, throat thick from the need to scream his name until your neighbors know his name.

"You can hold on a bit longer." He separates from your sopping pussy to say before diving right back in.

You're in shambles. Fisting the bed sheets like it's the only thing keeping you centered to the earth, back arching like it'll break if you don't, pussy screaming for reprieve.

Just as you're about to fall off the edge, orgasm so close you can nearly taste it, he rips all stimulation away.

"Baby!" You cry, distressed from his denial.

"You have to learn somehow." He shrugs before climbing up the length of your body.

He's now eye-level with you, pouty lip and big doe eyes on display, just for him.

He tuts, shaking his head. "No, you're not getting away with this behavior once again."

Then his hand is around the base of his cock, stroking himself nice and slow while you watch. Lip jutted, eyes pleading, he fucks his fist to the sight.

You barely have time to wrap your lips around a 'please' before he's sinking into you to the hilt. Balls deep, tip kissing your cervix, you feel more than full.

"Fuck-" You cry, bare chest brushing his as your back arches off the bed.

"Baby." He pants. "Моя любовь, please."

His whining is new, but you know he's just as desperate as you are, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

You grind your hips upward, fucking yourself back on his cock while he starts a pace of steady thrusts.

"Oh fuck." Your voice breaks on the last syllable.

He grunts, swooping an arm under your waist, lifting your hips closer while he moves onto his knees. He hits even deeper this way, nearly in your stomach with how big he is.

The sloppy wet sound of him fucking you echoes through the room, bringing heat to your cheeks with how salacious it was.

He brings one of your legs up, hiking it over his shoulder so he gets even deeper, which you didn't think was possible.

"Jesus- так хорошо для меня." He damn near growls.

You mewl at his thick accent, squeezing down on his cock like it was your life's purpose. He grunts in response, bringing a hand down to toy with your sensitive clit.

"Close- m'so close, Dmitri."

"Come for me, baby." He instructs, and your body follows on command.

Crying out, your back arches off the bed, eyes rolling back as waves of euphoria wash over you.

He groans at the feeling of your cunt spasming around him, cock throbbing from within you, only prolonging your orgasm.

"Squeezing me so good." He purrs, letting his weight drop so his whole body is covering yours, fucking you into the mattress with all his strength.

Your cries fill the room, his fingers still on your overstimulated clit, urging you to grip his cock while he chases his own high.

His head fits itself within the crook of your neck, nibbling and sucking at the soft skin while his hips grind into yours.

"Can't- feels so- please." You can barely form a sentence, too cock-drunk to even muster anything better than a few slurred words.

"You can take it, малыш." He grins. "Take my cock and I might let you come again."

You manage a nod, gasping out at the new angle, your sweet spot repeatedly getting abused with each powerful thrust. He's somehow managing to fuck you into, and up the bed. Your head is dizzy, chest heaving as he uses your pussy for his pleasure.

You feel his thrusts grow sloppy, balls thwacking against your ass, cock starting to leak the longer he goes on.

"Are you gonna come for me, Sir?" You peer up to him through your lashes, lips parting through a (slightly) dramatic gasp.

He groans, deep and loud.

"Fuck yes." His pink lips part. "Are you going to take my load, pet?"

"Please, give it to me, Sir."

"Take it, take it, take it." He groans, cock throbbing as he spills his load deep in your pussy.

Once your walls are thoroughly painted with his load, clit sensitive, and mind foggy, he pulls out and collapses beside you.

You're both panting as you roll onto your side, attaching your body to his side like a koala.

"I'm definitely doing that again now that I know this is the outcome."

#dmitri antonov #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #dmitri antonov smut #dmitri antonov fluff #dmitri antonov angst #dmitri antonov stranger things #enzo stranger things #dimitri antonov #dimitri antonov smut

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odetodilfs · 2 years ago

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CAN YOU WRITE ONE WHERE HOPPER PUNISHES YOU CUFFING YOU SPANKING YOU AND SPITTING ON YOU AND FUCKING YOU SENSELESS

Loved the request!! Here it is: Pairing: dom top Jim Hopper x sub bottom m!reader

Content: Pain kink, breeding, daddy kink, punishment role-play, spitting, and bondage

You knew Hopper had explicitly told you to not masturbate when he was away, but you were so damn horny, and he had so much work to do he hadn’t fucked you in a week and you just couldn’t hold back. You got on the bed, fully naked, thinking Hopper was at work. You took out your rock hard cock and started stroking it, the pleasure coursing through you as you started slowly, until quite suddenly, a tall figure appeared at the door… “What the fuck do you think you’re doing” Hopper said, in a low threatening tone, “I thought I made it clear that you should not masturbate when I’m not home” you were shaking, holy fuck, he had caught you, “D-darling- it’s just- y-you haven’t fucked me in a week-” you started “So what?” he asked, furious, “can’t you keep it in your pants for a week, you fucking slut” he shouted, “I- I’m so sorry daddy, forgive me please!!” you begged, you knew you were going to get harshly punished, “Begging won’t get you anywhere” he said taking the cuffs from his belt and placing them on your hands.

You felt so restrained, “Open your mouth” he said,

“But-” you started to protest, “I said open your fucking mouth!”he screamed as you obediently did, he spat in it and told you to close it again, “you wanna act like a slut huh?” he asked rhetorically, “well, now you’re gonna get fucked like one” he almost shouted, more of his spit hitting your face in the process, “on your stomach” he commanded, and you immediately did, you waited there… nothing happened. You asked yourself if Hopper was even there anymore, and suddenly a sharp pain in your asscheek and a loud slapping sound followed as you screamed into the pillow, “Daddy’s gonna punish you boy, if you take your punishment, I’ll reward you, okay?” he asked, you didn’t answer, “I said” he made himself clear, “”are you gonna take your reward like a good boy,” you got up to answer, he smacked your face, “Will you take your reward,” “Y-yes daddy” you answered, the sharp sting spreading across both kinds of cheeks now. He slapped you again, and again and again until you were begging him to stop, you were about to pass out.

“Okay, enough spanking, seems like you’re ready to take the second part of this punishment,” he said, “Please da-” you begged and he suddenly smacked you across the face again,

“Good little sluts stay quiet and only talk when daddy lets them” he said, he was getting angry, “now, I’m not gonna be fucking gentle, you have to get punished, and you better take my whole dick,” he said, you knew to not speak.

He got behind you, and unbuttoned his shirt, still in uniform, he smacked your ass once more making you flinch in pain, “Now, get ready” he warned, as you heard him lubing his dick up, and suddenly, he pushed his whole cock into you, you screamed in both pleasure and pain as he opened you, “Stay fucking quiet” he ordered and you stayed quiet, holding back your whimpers.

He fucked your ass for a full hour, you managed to cum 4 times in there, and when he finally unloaded inside you, he stayed on top of you, panting a bit, then pulling out, and then you could feel how destroyed your ass was, you slipped a finger in… you couldn’t feel it… and Hopper just laughed as you did this, laughing at your shocked face, “Learnt the lesson I suppose?” he asked, “Yes daddy- I learnt my lesson” you obediently replied, you were basically senseless,

“Good, now let’s take care of you hm?” he said, coming back to his usual, caring manner.

#jim hopper #jim hopper headcanons #jim hopper fluff #jim hopper smut #jim hopper x male reader #david harbour #chief hopper #hopper is hot #hopper smut #male reader #x male reader

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strangerxperv · 11 months ago

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Bratty (In)Dependence

NSFW/ Minors let's make Tumblr great again by sending you to the corner, no porn for you.

Daddy Dom Jim Hopper x Sub Little (Lemon/Lemonade) Reader

Hopper is a patient daddy that lets you get away with more than most. He thinks it's cute when you talk back to him or act bratty. It's the reason he calls you Lemon because most can't handle your tartness.

He loves when you act disrespectfully to other people but he has no patience when you behave badly (with him). He also loves reminding you who is in charge by fucking your bratty mouth. The lesson doesn't stick because you like being face fucked too.

"Fucking your pretty throat isn't a punishment for you so I've thought of something better." Jim grins wolfishly down at your gasping face as your glazed eyes peer up, "No cumming for a month."

"No! No, Daddy, please! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I'll be good Daddy! I promise!!" Your begging only makes him gleefully pat your swollen lips with his twitching tip.

"Nope, I've warned you all day to stop throwing your stupid little baby fit when you were slam shit around and havin' an attitude." His cock slams into the back of your throat purposely causing you to gag around him. His pace is rushed and rough as Jim fucks your mouth selfishly seeking oblivion.

He doesn't even give you the satisfaction of drinking his cum. His cum splashes onto your lips before he aims at your pretty tits. Drenching the shirt you're wearing in his thick cream.

"Go clean... clean up your coloring stuff, now." His breath is fast as he sits in the recliner.

"Can I get changed first?" Your tone is already defiant and annoyed.

"Not with that attitude, Lemon, you'll just have to wear it as a reminder until I'm happy again."

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strangererotica · 8 months ago

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Soft!dom Eddie x Sub!Reader • Dom!Steve x Sub!Reader • Perv!Dirty Cop!Hopper x Reader

SMUT SMUT SMUT, minors DNI • Includes established MFM relationship, mentions of drugs & incarceration, abuse of power, spanking, rough sex with aftercare, angst, sex in the Blazer. Hopper is a manipulative asshole in this fic; only proceed if you’re comfortable reading his character from that perspective. <3

Eddie sat down heavily, frustrated, on the edge of the bed. He’d been in a weird mood all day, but it seemed his negative attitude had reached a peak. “Over my lap,” he ordered. You smirked back at him in silence, leaning with your ass against the dresser a few feet away. You weren’t going to budge.

Eddie’s eyebrows lifted at your audacity, his big eyes blinking back at you in surprise. He sat forward slightly, palms closed over his knees. “Okay,” he conceded. “You wanna be a brat, that’s fine. I’ll tell Steve when he gets home, let him deal with you…”

You winced, knowing from experience that if Steve delivered your punishment, you wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for days. Steve’s hands were bigger than Eddie’s, and he had fewer reservations than Eddie did when it came to leaving marks.

Eddie’s lips twisted into a smug grin as you reluctantly made your way over to him, pulling your panties down. “That’s what I thought,” he teased. Eddie guided you onto his lap, your stomach resting over his thighs, head dipped toward the floor. He lightly groped the fat of your left cheek, before drawing back his hand and spanking you.

The sting was minimal, but the burn left in the wake of Eddie’s hand radiated through your muscles. A little shiver ran down your spine as Eddie’s breath blew cool between your shoulders. “What am I being punished for, Sir?” you asked. Eddie chuckled above you.

“You really don’t know?” he asked, before spanking you again. “Thats kind of adorable. You take my hand so well-.” *smack!* “-And you don’t even know what you’re being punished for. Just that I know what’s best for you…” *smack*

Eddie was switching between both sides of your ass, rubbing away the sting each of his strikes left behind. You were grateful for Eddie’s punishment and not Steve’s, because unlike Eddie, Steve never participated in any kind of aftercare. That was Eddie’s job; Steve left the tenderness up to him.

After fucking you into a wet, contented mess, Steve would just leave the room. He’d pull out of whichever of your holes he’d just obliterated, leaving you sloppy and swollen, letting his cum drip all over the place as he staggered off to the shower. Eddie’s job was to clean you up, to soothe your wounds after a particularly rough session, and to make you feel safe. Eddie would lick you head to toe, cleaning Steve’s cum off your skin and from inside whichever hole Steve had used.

You’d sometimes come again while Eddie was cleaning you up, and he’d give you lots of praises and encouragement for doing so. He’d kiss your pussy and tell you, from between your slick, quivering thighs, what a good job you’d done making Steve happy, and making him happy, too.

Eddie would then pull you into his arms and cuddle you to sleep. You’d drift off in the safety of his arms, with the comforting feeling of Eddie’s cock pulsing against your ass. When he was sure you were asleep, Eddie would carefully exit the bed and go relieve himself in the bathroom.

“Such a good girl,” he said softly, caressing the sensitive skin of your ass. “I’ll bet when people see you out and about in Hawkins, they’d never guess what a little freak you are behind closed doors…”

Eddie groped your ass, messaging away the pain. You shifted on his lap, his stiffening cock poking uncomfortably against your ribs.

“I’ll tell you,” Eddie said. “Why you had to be punished.” He guided you off his lap and seated you beside him on the bed. You waited for Eddie’s explanation. “Last night,” he began. “When we were fucking…you called me Jim.”

It was difficult, but you managed to conceal the wave of dread that rushed through you. Shit.

“And it got me thinking…” Eddie continued, his tone cautious, displeased. “…Do we know anyone named Jim?”

You avoided Eddie’s eyes, fearing the look of suspicion you’d undoubtedly see in them.

“Or maybe the real question is…” Eddie sighed, wrapping his arm around you, a soft (but intentional) act of dominance. “…Who do you know named Jim?”

You swallowed, stalling, your mind scrambling to make up a suitable response. You wouldn’t tell Eddie the truth, of course. That you were secretly fucking a man name Jim behind both Eddie and Steve’s back…that Jim was Chief Jim Hopper. You couldn’t tell Eddie that you and the Chief had agreed upon an arrangement of sorts, one which existed in order to keep Eddie out of prison…

Your boyfriend was a drug dealer. Everyone in Hawkins basically knew this about Eddie; but he’d somehow avoided being charged for possessing or selling illegal substances. At least, until a few months ago. Chief Hopper had followed an anonymous tip that had told him where Eddie was currently crashing. The tip had brought Hopper straight to the door of your apartment complex. He’d parked his Blazer in front of the building, and waited for Eddie to emerge.

With every intention of arresting Eddie, Hopper had waited, and watched. But when Eddie did emerge from behind the door, he wasn’t alone. He was with you. And from the way you were hanging on Eddie, lifting on your tiptoes to reach his neck for a kiss, it was more than obvious to Hopper that you and Eddie were a couple.

A rather sinister idea was born in Hopper’s mind…that if you cared for Eddie as much as it appeared you did, you’d likely be willing to do whatever it took to keep him out of trouble. Hopper chose to postpone Eddie’s arrest until he’d had the chance to confront you in private. The following afternoon, Hopper waited for you to leave the apartment alone, and then made his move.

Under the guise of arresting you for drug possession, Hopper had gone through the whole cuffing process, making sure to grope you more than he needed to in his search for any ‘weapons’ you may have had on you. Hopper loaded you into his vehicle, but put you in the front seat beside him instead of the back. When you questioned him what evidence he had against you, Hopper explained that he was actually there for a different reason.

“That scumbag boyfriend of yours,” Hopper started, and left the sentence hanging as if it didn’t require a conclusion. You didn’t bother explaining to Hopper that you had two boyfriends, because it wasn’t necessary. Given Eddie’s reputation in Hawkins as a metal-loving, devil-worshiping, pothead deviant, assuming Hopper was referring to Eddie made sense.

To play off your nerves, you pretended not to know about Eddie’s drug usage or selling. Batting your lashes at Hopper in an attempt at naïveté, you hoped to throw him off any suspicion of Eddie (and by association, you and Steve also). “You mean Eddie?”

Hopper smirked back at you, digging a cigarette from his pocket. Your charm wasn’t working on him. “Yeah,” he replied dryly. “Who the fuck else would I mean?” Hopper rested the cigarette between his lips and held his lighter beneath its tip. You watched it bloom and crackle alight, your heart rate steadily increasing. You knew that if Eddie were to be arrested, the cops would likely have enough evidence to lock him away for a long time. And that terrified you.

Affirming the direction your thoughts were taking, Hopper explained, “Reason I’m here now, talking to you instead of Eddie, is because l see how much you care about him.”

Hopper exhaled smoke in front of him, looking ahead through the windshield as he spoke. “You don’t wanna see Eddie do time…hell, I don’t want to see the kid get locked up, either…”

That was a lie, and you knew it. Hopper didn’t give a shit about someone like Eddie. “But he does have some serious charges against him…some that could land him years behind bars.”

You shuddered at the thought of Eddie missing from your life. You and Steve would have each other, of course…but without Eddie’s softness, there would only be Steve’s roughness. The tenderness Eddie showed you, the cuddling, the warmth, the gentle punishment rather than harsh, would be gone. Your world would be a darker, lonelier place, without Eddie in it…

“So what can I do?” you asked, unprepared for what Hopper did next. “I mean, how can I help Eddie?”

The Chief removed his cigarette and licked his lips, a lecherous little smile replacing his former look of compassion. His tone was colored with a husky, suggestive darkness when he spoke, his hand moving to rest atop your thigh… “I’m sure you and I can work something out...”

You gazed down at Hopper’s hand, watching his fingers boldly trace further between your legs. He didn’t react when you called him a pig, and when you asked “are you really that fucking desperate for a woman to touch you?” Hopper laughed, unaffected.

“Trust me, sweetheart,” he assured you, taking another relaxed drag of his cigarette. “I don’t need this…” Hopper slipped his hand deeper, till he was cupping your cunt in his palm. You drew in a shocked breath.

“…But if you want your loser boyfriend to stay out of prison-.” Hopper continued, slipping his fingers under the fabric of your panties. “-You do need me…”

There was a pause between you, as Hopper awaited your response. He let his fingers glide between your lips, gently spreading your labia apart. When Hopper’s thumb pressed against your clit, a soft whimper left your lips before you could stop it. He snickered callously; Hopper’s ego was boundless.

“Fine,” you conceded, after weighing your options (you had none). “If you promise to keep Eddie safe.” Your jaw was tensed in a look of defiance.

Hopper nodded his approval, a triumphant, sick grin on his face. He removed his hand from between your thighs with a groan, and placed it on the gear shift. “Atta girl,” he muttered over his cigarette, and put the Blazer in reverse.

Hopper pulled out of the building’s parking lot, and drove you somewhere private, a place where no one would see how he touched you, how his fingers pumped in and out of you in time with the rhythm of your hand around his cock. No one knew that twice a week for the past three months, you’d been fucking the town’s Chief of Police in the back of his squad car. And what only you knew, not even Hopper, was that you liked it.

You’d liked it the first time, and every time since. Hopper was older than Steve and Eddie, and with those years came an experience that was obvious in the way he fucked you. Hopper didn’t just lick your pussy; he made out with it, sloppy, filthy tongue-fucking you, smearing your slick, saturating his beard in the wet heat of you. He’d come up for air just long enough to breathe, before burying his face between your thighs again. Hopper smothered himself against your cunt, lapping long stripes up and down your slit, consuming you like a man taking his first meal in days…

Hopper was hung, and he knew how to use what Mother Nature had equipped him with. When you rode him, Hopper was always able to buck up into you without hurting you. He had a control over his body that few men you’d been with could claim. Being an exceptionally cocky, dirty bastard may have had something to do with Hopper’s confidence; but regardless, he’d obviously had a lot of practice fucking women.

You wondered sometimes how many women Hopper had been with. You vaguely recalled the rumors you’d heard whispered around town about Hopper’s reputation for pumping and dumping the women of Hawkins. But somehow, the rumors had failed to include the fact that Jim Hopper was a goddamn pro when it came to fucking.

The backseat of his police Blazer was cramped, but he fucked too well for you to mind the location. You would have let him have you anywhere, regardless of how uncomfortable, dirty, or inconvenient the place. Being folded up and pinned under the weight of Hopper’s body, his strong arms locking you in place, filled you with a sick sense of security. However toxic he was as a human being, Hopper’s ability to bring your body to rapture was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. The twisted arrangement between you and Hopper had quickly begun to feel more like a relationship.

Even when you were being intimate with Eddie and Steve, you found yourself longing for Hopper. The bed your boyfriends fucked you in was soft and warm, all silk sheets and fluffy pillows, lavender-scented candles arranged at the bedside. It used to be your sanctuary, your favorite place in the world.

But now, what turned you on more than silk sheets was the feeling of your ass being rut into the sweaty, polyester backseat of Hopper’s car. In exchange of the soft romance of lavender, you preferred the scent of Hopper’s aftershave and stale cigarettes, the musk of his sweat dripping from his chest to yours as he fucked you...

— Eddie squeezed his arm around you tighter, and it shook you from your thoughts of Hopper. “So tell me, baby,” Eddie pressed, a poorly-concealed suspicion in his voice. “Who do you know named Jim…?”

You tried to laugh it off, telling Eddie he must have misinterpreted the sounds you were making. “I was moaning a lot,” you teased, trying to distract him. Eddie stared at you for a moment, as if waiting for you to confess something. When he realized he wasn’t going to get anymore information out of you, Eddie offered you his hand to leave the bed. “Doesn’t matter, pretty girl,” he said with pleasant tone. “What d’you say we smoke a little, watch some TV, then head to bed?” Eddie pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. When he pulled away, there was a sadness in his eyes that the artificial smile on his lips couldn’t hide.

“I’d like that,” you replied, taking Eddie’s hand. He glanced at the clock beside the bed. “It’s late,” Eddie observed. “Better get our fun in now; Steve’ll be home from work soon...”

Steve Harrington wasn’t a jealous man. Or perhaps more truthfully, he was jealous and simply refused to acknowledge it. The relationship you and Eddie had together irritated Steve, because it was a level of intimacy he himself had never been a part of.

Unlike Eddie, Steve was able to hold down a full time job. Being away from the apartment the three of you shared for eight hours a day meant that Eddie had access to you that Steve did not. Eddie’s current employment status was, officially, unemployed. Unofficially, Eddie was quite a successful local drug dealer. Steve normally would have had nothing to do with the kind of guy Eddie was…but you loved Eddie, for reasons Steve could only guess at.

Maybe you loved Eddie because he was gentle, soft in all the places Steve couldn’t be. If there was an emotional switch inside of himself that Steve could have flipped, to make him the kind of soft dominant that Eddie was, Steve would have flipped it in a heartbeat. All he wanted, was to be wanted exclusively by you.

Steve had grown up in a home where affection was scarce, and almost never expressed. Watching the shit show of a marriage his parents had, Steve decided early on that he never wanted to be tied down to any one person. He’d constructed walls around his heart to protect him from any relationship a woman could offer him beyond sex. Meeting you had been a life-altering experience for Steve. Because despite all the years he’d spent hardening his heart, you’d entered Steve’s life and demolished them instantly…

The problem was, Steve still had so much emotional baggage to rid himself of, before he could love you the way you deserved to be loved. He didn’t want to be the mature, stoic presence in your life forever; but it’s all he knew how to be. Steve wanted to romance you, to spend his family’s generous fortune on something that mattered for a change: on your happiness.

But the man you loved, whose arms you drifted to sleep in every night, was a drug-dealing freak. The complete opposite of Steve, who’d barely smoked a single joint in his life, let alone tried the harder drugs Eddie was fond of using and distributing...

Steve left work for the evening and was grateful to be heading home, for the chance to be near you again. He drove his BMW to the apartment complex, pulling to a stop in his usual space. Steve would have entered the building as usual, without pause, if he hadn’t noticed a police vehicle pulling out of the lot just as he pulled in. Steve was always a little wary around cops, not for himself really, but because he didn’t want you to get in trouble for your association with Eddie.

Steve watched the car pull away, noting the lettering on its sides. “Chief,” he read aloud, and his anxieties multiplied. A standard police vehicle wouldn’t have concerned Steve as much, but the Chief of Police had apparently been to your building. Maybe Steve was being paranoid, but he needed confirmation that you were alright.

He walked briskly up the two flights of stairs to your apartment, and unlocked the door in a hurry. “(Y/N)?” Steve called into the dark front room. “Ed?” He rounded the corner to the bedroom and found you and Eddie asleep, in each other’s arms as usual. Steve lingered in the doorway, leaning against it, his heart rate slowing to normal. Of course he was only being paranoid, again. Whatever business the Chief of Police had at your building, it clearly did not involve Eddie. For the moment, anyway.

Steve sighed in relief, setting his briefcase on the couch. He loosened his necktie and made his way to the kitchen for something small to eat. After finishing his quick meal and a couple of beers, Steve returned to the bedroom. He watched your body softly sleeping, hair splayed in pretty waves across your pillow.

Steve climbed into bed beside you, and pressed his lips to your forehead in a gentle kiss he knew you wouldn’t feel. “Sweet dreams, angel,” he whispered. Steve wrapped his arms around you and held you closer than usual, wishing he could give you this same tenderness when you were awake. But Steve knew he was too cowardly for that, too frightened of revealing his love for you.

He held you a little closer than all the nights before, curved his body securely around yours more snugly than usual; because finally, Steve realized, it’s how he should have been holding you all along…

PART TWO

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thecitysgraveyard · 2 years ago

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stranger things masterlist

jim hopper

nothing done yet

murray bauman

nothing done yet

eddie munson

blood sucker (vampire!eddie munson x f!reader)

warnings - blood sucking, kisses, eddie is a bit mean, reader is a bit innocent in a way.

steve harrington

nothing done yet

billy hargrove

my billy hargrove thoughts <3

sub!billy hargrove (billy hargrove x f!reader)

warnings - eighteen plus, cunnilingus, dom/sub dynamic.

billy's ex (billy hargrove x f!reader)

warnings - kissing, possessiveness, mentions of cheating, billy is more of a softie in the end and is a bit clingy, angst, and happy ending.

stepbro!billy hargrove - nsfw headcanons (billy hargrove x f!reader)

warnings - eighteen plus, full on smut, and stepcest.

#kurt's nav #kurt's daydreams

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empresskylo · 2 years ago

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⭒☆━━━HAWKINS CATALOG━━━☆⭒

「smut is marked with a ❥ 」「✓ completed series ; […] in progress series」 18+ minors DNI

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𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 ❥ ride home | ✓ series | hopper x afab!reader | you had always thought chief jim hopper was hot. and you knew he thought the same about you, he just tried to hide it because it was wrong–he knew your dad for fuck’s sake… (oh, and you were still in high school.) however, after hopper crashes a house party, you ask him for a ride home. hopper briefly loses his self-control promising to never do it again… ❥ punishment | smut | dark!hopper x afab!reader | you get dragged into the police station after you’re caught trying to sneak into a bar. hopper ends up being the cop that deals with you and that's when he notices how short your skirt is. he thinks it's best to teach you a lesson, showing you just what can happen if you wear slutty clothes around town and do dumb shit. ❥ polaroids | mini fic | hopper x afab!reader | hopper takes photos of you in the middle of sex ❥ prom night | smut | hopper x afab!reader | hopper appears at your senior prom and gets jealous when he sees you with your date secretary | fluff | grumpy!hopper x sunshine!reader | you start working at the hawkin’s police station as a secretary and hopper takes a liking to you against his better judgment ❥ car sex | mini fic | smut | car sex based on a gif of d.h. ❥ sleepy | smut | hopper x afab!reader | after a long day at work, you want nothing more than to be cuddled up with your boyfriend. hopper, already sleepy, lets you ride his thigh ❥ don't leave | smut | dark!hopper x afab!reader | you’re heading back to college and your boyfriend, jim hopper, is pretty upset about it. then he gets an idea that would make you have to stay ❥ the search | smut | hopper x afab!reader | list format | hopper and you team up during the search party for the missing boy. ❥ hopper's princess | smut | stepdad/dark!hopper x afab!reader | hopper is your self-proclaimed adoptive father. he catches you with your teddy bear one night and he wants to help you out. ❥ nsfw abc's | smut | hopper x mostly gn!reader | nsfw abcs for jim hopper. ❥ dad's best friend | smut | hopper x afab!reader | hopper is your dad's best friend. you definitely should not be attracted to him. at the very least, he should definitely not be attracted to you...

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𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 ❥ please | smut | sub!billy x dom!afab!reader | no plot, just smut

𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 ❥ i can show you how | smut | nancy x afab!reader | you and nancy are hanging out in her room when you ask her if she’s ever touched herself before. she shakes her head. that’s when you offer to show her how

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domesticblisss · 2 years ago

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bite the hand that feeds

dmitri antonov x female reader rating: mature. minors dni word count: 1139 summary: dmitri goes to the united states with hopper and the gang and he meets joyce's younger sister. warnings: smut. spit kink, slight dom/sub dynamics, squirting, having naughty thoughts about other people. i think that's all? it's pure filth. inspired by nine inch nails "the hand that feeds" a/n: this is the first time i've written anything outside of wrestling related fanfics, so i hope this is the slightest bit good, stranger things is one my favourite shows and i'm obsessed with the st men, and i’ll probably write for more of them (might have some eddie thing brewing). anyways, hope you enjoy it. part 02

Leaving your country and getting used to a new culture is never easy. Add being a defector, a former russian prison guard to that.

But Dmitri couldn’t complain, the american got him a roof over his head, a warm, comfortable bed to sleep on and good company.

The good company took shape as Joyce’s younger sister.

“What is go– Jim?!” she exclaimed like she had seen a ghost. Well, kind of, right?

“I’m back?” Jim said sheepishly.

“Seriously, what is going on?”

“Honey,” Joyce interrupted, “let us in and we’ll explain everything.”

And they did. From the Starcourt Mall incident opening a portal to Russia, to Hopper getting imprisoned, to Joyce and Murray traveling all the way to said country – which got Joyce an earful for doing what she did without telling her sister – and to how they got out of the prison and back to the States.

“Okay, hold on.” The young woman pleaded, the amount of information almost unbearable to digest. “Okay, so you're telling me all those creatures, the ones that got Will, the things we saw at the underground base– I saw– we saw Hop die! But in reality, he just magically showed up in a russian prison, and Enzo, Dmitri…” she stopped for a second, taking the time to look at the russian man’s face, the amused smile on his lips making her lose her already scrambled train of thought, “what should I call you?”

“I don’t care, both are fine.”

“Well that was very helpful.” she scoffed. “Anyways, so Dmitri” she raised an eyebrow towards the blue eyed man, earning her a shy smile and a timid nod in confirmation “a russian prison guard, sent you a doll full of clues, you and Murray went to Russia, got ambushed, found Jim, fought with other prison guards, fought the tulip from hell, and made it back home?”

“Yeah!” Joyce said with her sweet, joyful voice.

“Okay,” the younger Byers nodded, “so what you need me for?”

“We need a place for Enzo to stay.” Murray said.

“For a little while, just so we can solve everything.” Jim added.

“Of course. Welcome, Enzo slash Dmitri.” she smiled.

But harder than adjusting to life in a new country, it was adjusting to living life with her.

She was nice from the get go, going out of her way to make him feel comfortable, to make him feel at home.

Her guest room turned into Dmitri’s room, the decoration becoming as cozy as it could get. She learned how to make his favourite dishes, making a separate grocery shopping list with whatever he wanted, and she even started taking russian classes. The small act of kindness made Dmitri emotional.

He could hear her repeating the foreign words through the shared walls of their bedrooms every night.

Dmitri often told her that she didn’t have to do everything that she was doing for him, and her answer always was “I’d do it for anyone who helped the people I love the most.”

Bit by bit he got used to it, but he never got used to her and the effect she had on him.

She’s beautiful, one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen. And it didn’t take long for her to plague his every single thought.

It started innocent, like when he saw some flowers down the driveway that he thought she would like, or when a new episode of her favourite show was on and she wasn’t home.

But his daydreams quickly escalated.

How wouldn’t they when her scent felt intoxicating, the house impregnated with the almost sickly sweet smell of her shampoo whenever she showers, or the cute noises she makes whether she likes or hates something, let alone waking up and walking in on her making breakfast in only a oversized t-shirt, one that he often dreamt about being his, dreamt about her stealing from him after sex.

Dmitri would be lying if he said that he didn’t lie awake at night thinking about her.

The russian man had lost count of how many times he had touched himself thinking about her, thinking about how sweet but tangy her pussy would taste, about how he would make her come at least two times before actually fucking her.

He always edged himself with the thought of her opening her plush pink lips to take his spit as the most precious nectar, how she would say ”thank you, sir” in gratitude, or how her warm tongue would make home for this fingers, muffling her moans as she came undone beneath him.

But what truly gets him, what makes him cum hard is the thought of his thick cock buried inside her tight cunt.

In his daydreams he always starts slow – even after having her prepared – to get her used to his size, filling her to the brim. It starts with that uncomfortable pain, slowly graduating to an almost dying pleasure as he hits the spongy spot inside her repeatedly.

Right now, a new material for his thoughts is unlocked.

As he stands on the doorway, she runs around the kitching in a sundress – he had never seen her in a dress – the blues, yellows and oranges of the dress contrasting perfectly with her soft skin.

In his head, he has her bent over the kitchen table, the dress messily scrunched up around her waist, with her panties shoved down to her knees. His face is impossibly close to her core, his tongue stimulating her clit while his fingers work on her hole. The assault he has on her makes her squirt and he laps around to get her clean. He doesn’t waste any time, opens his belt and gets rid of his pants as fast as he can, and enters her in one swift move.

His usually slow moves are now fast, as if the world is going to end if he takes his sweet time. Dmitri’s left middle finger finds her clit, rubbing soft circles around her nub, an almost ironic move compared with how hard he’s thrusting. He knows she’s close, her knees are giving up and her walls are starting to close around him.

“Just a little bit longer, just wait a little–“

“Earth to Enzo!” she says as she snaps her fingers in front of his face.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” Dmitri answers, shame consuming him.

“Joyce, Jim, Murray and the kids are arriving in a few, could you help me set up the table?”

“Of course, дорогой”

God, this is going to be the longest afternoon of his life.

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Trnaslations: дорогой: dorogaya -> Sweetheart

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