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Ello! I’m Night!! I’m new to the whole Tumblr writing blog, but I made this account to get out any ideas or drabbles that I may have during fandom brain rot (which I frequently have) and to also help enhance my writing ability!

First and foremost, I am an artist, so I may draw little doodles to go with certain head canons, drabbles or one shots! it helps me to visualize the story more!

So without further ado, let me tell you what i’m interested in!!

FANDOMS I’LL WRITE FOR : 

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(Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss)

Alastor

Vox

Valentino

Angel Dust

Husk

Sir Pentious

Lucifer

Stolas

Mammon

Asmodeus/Fizzaroli

Blitz

Striker

Loona

(Creepypasta)

 Slenderman

Trenderman

Eyeless Jack

Zalgo

Jeff the Killer

Ben Drowned

Splendorman

Offenderman

Masky (Tim)

Hoodie (Brian)

Laughing Jack

Jane the Killer

(Gravity Falls)

Bill Cipher

Stanford Pines

Stanley Pines

(Slashers) 

Ghostface (Billy and Stu)

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Kruger

Jason Vorhees

Yautja (The Predator)

Pennywise

Art the Clown

Micheal Myers

RZ!Micheal Myers

Brahms Heelshire

(Across The Spider-Verse)

Miguel O’Hara

Hobie Brown

Peter B. Parker

The Spot

(Villainous)

Black Hat

Dr. Flug

Demencia 

5.0.5 (Platonic)

Penumbra

(Stranger Things)

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Jim Hopper

Billy Hargrove

Johnathan Byers

What I Will Write: 

Headcanons

One-shots

Drabbles

Smut/Nsfw

Platonic Relationships

Self-Insert/OC’s

Moderate gore/Body Horror

X readers

(Ask about kinks and fetishes)

What I Will Not Write: 

absolutely NO minor x adult relationships (unless they’re strictly platonic)

I typically won’t do Canon Character x Canon Character ships, just because I’ve never really done so! Idk if i’d be good at it

I probably have more to add to this list, but i’ll add to it later on

Now that, that’s outta the way! I'm opening writing requests!! Please feel free to send in any type of request you’d want to see done, into my inbox!

Currently since I'm out of college for the summer, I have a lot of free time to explore and pump out new work! As I’ve said before, I really want to try and enhance my writing ability so that it can be better for the future!

So i’d really appreciate this post being shared or just you guys sending in a small request, or drabble idea to get me started! I’m really excited to get started on this page and explore further, Until then have a great day! <333

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INTRODUCTIONS!!

--> ok i will be honest i have no idea what im doing, all my life and this is my first time on tumblr but bare with me..

--> but im a writer (and roleplayer for when i cant write by myself) and has recently hit MAJOR writers block and thought if i read other peoples work AND maybe have some people submit requests and prompts i could kick it away. so this is just to list all the things i write and who im able to write.

1. FANDOMS :

the fandoms im able to write in the most accurately goes as followed :

- supernatural

- stranger things

- marvel cinematic universe

- x-men (mainly the movies, my comic knowledge is sadly limited.

- merlin

2. CHARACTERS :

there is certain characters i can write from each fandom, some more than others.

- SUPERNATURAL : Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Rowena, Charlie.

- STRANGER THINGS : Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Jim Hopper, Nacy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers.

- MCU : Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Matt Murdock, Clint Barton, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield), Sam Wilson.

- X-MEN : charles xavier (young), erik lehnsherr (young), peter maximoff, alex summers, hank mccoy, raven darkholme, sean cassidy, logan howlett, scott summers, ororo munroe.

- MERLIN : arthur pendragon, morgana, gwen, merlin, gwaine, lancelot.

- OTHERS (other fandoms im in that arent major) : mike schmidt (fnaf movie), clapton davis (detention), sean anderson, angus macgyver (macgyver)

- i DO write more characters and im always into more but i cant list them all-- so im always opened to playing more characters.

3. THINGS I WRITE.

- SHIPS : some ships im into and write are sastiel, merthur, cherik, gwen/morgana, robin/nancy, sam/bucky, steddie. but im always opened to more ships!! practicslly any ship as long as they arent anything like incest, illegal, etc.

-> i will also write self inserts, y/n fics, and even ocs!! i just need the info to do so.

- TOPICS : i write about ANYTHING that you could think of, whether its a certain trope for characters, fluff, angst, even smut and certain things that pertain to that-- just ask!! i will tell if theres something i will not write.

-> and thats about it!! atleast thats everything i can think of!! thank you for reading!!

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Baby It's Cold Outside

Pairing: Hopper x Ruby (s/i)

Word Count: 1660

Warnings: very brief mention of nudity and suicide

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Summary/ Author Notes: As I was rewatching season 1, I came across a scene in episode 3 where one of Hopper's one-night stands completely failed to comfort him, so I decided that I could make it better and give him the comfort he needs and deserves. I wrote this in the span of five hours in the middle of the night, and fun fact, the first two lines of dialogue from Hopper are verbatim taken from the episode. This fic may not be compliant to my canon, since my s/i moved to Hawkins between seasons 1 and 2, but I think I can bend the rules a little bit to be there for my dearest Jim.

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Ruby gently stirred awake, a shift of weight in the bed jostling her out of her slumber. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness around her, she was quick to notice that there was now a large empty space beside her. She rolled over and sat up, looking around for the man who was just resting beside her, but Jim Hopper was nowhere to be seen. She quickly noticed, though, that the sliding door to the patio was left open, and even in her half-awake daze, she was able to piece together where he’d disappeared to.

She pushed herself out of bed and grabbed the nearest piece of clothing to cover her nude figure, which happened to be one of Hopper’s flannel shirts lying on the floor. Sure, it probably hadn’t been washed in a few days - or weeks - but at that moment, she had more pressing matters on her mind. She buttoned the shirt as she walked, starting with the top going downwards as she passed the open patio door and stepped out into the cold night air. The chill of the hour hit her quick and harshly, stinging her cheeks and fogging her breath, but if she had gotten cold that quickly just from stepping out, then she was much more concerned about how cold Hopper must be as she finally caught sight of him on the edge of the deck. At least he’d had both the time and the sense to put on more than a shirt before stepping out for a smoke.

He didn’t even turn his head to look at her, staying leaned down with his arms resting against the railing of the deck with his cigarette drooping from his mouth. She closed the sliding door to keep the house warm and quickly stepped towards him, placing a hand on his arm to get his attention. “Hey,” she chirped softly, the time of night making her instinctually talk in a near whisper. “It’s freezing out here, Jim. Why don’t you come inside?”

He continued to stare out at the still water of the lake, taking a slow drag from his cigarette before finally standing up straight and turning to face her. Even in the dark of the night, she could see clear as day that there was an even deeper darkness behind his eyes. He may have been looking towards her, but his mind was somewhere else, somewhere far away and, unfortunately, somewhere very painful. He stared into nothing for a little longer, before his gaze finally focused on her, and he paused for a moment before speaking. “Do you ever feel cursed?”

The question came as a shock to Ruby, and she scrunched her eyebrows in confusion and concern as she continued to stare up at him with her mouth hanging open, as if the words she couldn’t even think of were caught in her throat.

He didn’t give her a chance to come up with a response as he continued, “You know the last person to go missing in Hawkins was, uh... the summer of ‘23,” he spoke slow and monotone, making it obvious he was just thinking out loud. “Last suicide was ‘61.”

She let out a sigh in a sympathetic pain, her freezingly chilled breath coming out as clear as the smoke from his cigarette. She hadn’t let go of his arm that whole time, and she trailed her hand down to take his larger hand in her own. She had already put the pieces together of why he was acting so solemn; having both a missing child and a suicide case practically a day apart must already be hard on him as the chief of police, but the fact that it was such a small town must have meant that the community was close-knit. Ruby had only just moved to Hawkins less than a few months ago, so she still felt like an outsider to the town, but she could only imagine how much of a toll these tragedies were taking on Hopper's emotional state. She looked down at his hand as she pulled it towards her gently, not yet making eye contact with him as she rubbed her thumb along his knuckles. “That doesn’t mean anything, Jim. These things, they aren’t your fault. Sometimes they just… happen.”

A few seconds passed as she noticed a tension in him that hadn’t been there a moment before, and when she looked back up into his eyes, she could see that he was fully looking at her now; it seemed to her that he hadn’t expected a response at all. His tongue slid over his lips as if he were preparing to say something, but the only thing that left his mouth was a heavy sigh as he released his sudden tension and recoiled his hand from her gentle grasp, turning back to the water and staring out at the horizon. “Why don’t you head back inside, it’s cold out here,” he said absentmindedly as he brought his cigarette back up to his mouth.

Ruby knew that he was trying to get rid of her, but she also knew that she didn’t want to leave him when he was obviously going through some dark introspection. This was only the third night she’d spent with him, and yet she couldn’t help but feel a pull to comfort him, to let him know that he wasn’t alone at a harsh time like this. And from what she’d heard around town, she was probably the only woman in Hawkins to spend more than two nights total with him. Despite his demand, she stepped forward to sidle up beside him and gripped his arm with both her hands. “It is cold out,” she cooed. “I guess I better stay to keep you warm then.”

He turned back down to her and perked an eyebrow up in surprise; for better or worse, she fully had his attention now. “You kidding? It’s gotta be 40 out here and you’re in a shirt, now get back inside before you freeze,” he spoke in a sterner tone.

Ruby was beginning to shiver as the cold air nipped at her bare legs and face, but she tried her best to ignore it with a reassuring grin. “I’m doing just fine,” she replied, cursing the slight quiver in her voice that said otherwise. She cuddled up tighter to the burly man, pressing her cheek against his arm and enjoying his warmth. “We can just go back in when you’re ready, okay?”

Hopper let out another sigh, this one sounding much less comfortable. “... Why are you doing this?”

“Because I care about you,” Ruby answered without a moment of hesitation.

He scoffed dryly as he took another drag from his cigarette. “You barely even know me.”

“Well, I’d like to know you better. That’s why I’m here.” She realized how that sounded like she wanted to pry, and she quickly reworded her sentiment. “I mean, I really do just want to make sure you’re doing alright. You tough guys have a way of shutting up when things are weighing on you, but that doesn’t mean you have to go through it on your own. With everything that's been going on this week… I don't want you to be alone.”

There was a stillness as her words hung in the air; for a moment, neither he nor she moved a muscle. Then, Hopper snuffed out his cigarette on the wooden railing and flicked it into the bushes before turning to drape his arm over Ruby’s shoulders, gently pulling the small woman tight to his chest. He rested his chin against the top of her head, using the opportunity to scrunch his eyes shut and fight back the stirring emotions within him without her seeing. As he contemplated it, he began to realize that this was the first time anyone had reached out to him since… two years ago. He couldn’t admit it, not even to himself, but he was scared to let anyone in after all he’d been through. He’d spent so long building these walls, thinking he’d be safer keeping everything out from now on, but here was this woman he’d barely met a few months back, trying to break down those walls on just their third night together. He didn’t know if he could truly ever tear down those walls for anybody, but he couldn’t deny one thing: he wanted her to stay. At least, for that night.

Ruby was gladly taking in his warmth as he held her for a while longer, and she could hear his heart pumping in his chest as well as feel her own heartbeat rise as she took a chance and raised her arms to wrap them around him in return. She squeezed herself against him, and for one long incredible moment, they just held each other. Like time had stopped, like nothing else existed, like the cold night air wasn’t nipping at their skin and freezing their blood. They just stood there, and held each other, and for a moment Hopper let the rest of the world fall away so he could exist only in that moment with her.

“Thank you,” he whispered against her hair, barely loud enough to be audible. He suddenly stooped down and notched his arm behind her knees before sweeping her up off the ground with surprising ease. “Shit, Ruby, you feel like ice. Let’s get back in bed.”

Ruby reached up and placed a hand on his chilled hairy cheek, grinning gently as she admired his features. At that moment, the reason that she felt the need to comfort him and be near him came to her all too easily. Of course, what other explanation could there be?

She had fallen in love with him.

And she was going to try her hardest to assure that this would not be the last night she spent by his side.

[hopper-baby]

Chapter 2/?: The Introduction of the Sinner

Wind scatters the gritty sand across the bay.

“Again..” Charlotte mumbles as she watches the waves crash into the crumbling sand. Usually she would be sitting in the sand, watching the waves, until she wakes up. This time, her dream is different.

The dream turns into a dark dream— that of a nightmare.

The waves curl up into the sky, and wood barks up the towers of foamy water into the form of towering trees.

She’s seen these familiar trees before, but they were taller. Like she’s actually inside the forest that lurks around in the back of her head like negative energy.

Her skin instantly breaks into a pasty, pale, and sweaty mess. The energy radiating from this area causes a swirling ball of anxiety grip her stomach and toss it around her rib cage.

This place was— no, is—a place where no living being should wander.

But, that’s what draws people in. The naïve and the weak allow that cold chain masked as false hope of adventure to drag them in with no room for resistance.

That same chain suddenly shoots out from an empty clearing a bit of ways away and clamps around her wrists and ankles. It pulls her to the ground. It begins to lurch her closer, and all she feels is the numbing shock of what could possibly happen. The horror of what could be pulling her— of what could possibly do what it did.

All the suspense regarding her questions is what led to her screaming, but no sound left her.

A black figure stood in the clearing once she was pulled through a bush, yet she couldn’t distinguish any feature about the figure due to the gooey fog raking through the clearing. The trees surrounding the circumference of the clearing were dead and rotten.

Decaying bark peeled down the trunks of the trees, the sound unexpectedly so ear-deafening, yet she couldn’t describe how it sounded. She was still in shock that she couldn’t even distinguish the sound herself. The only thing she could hear is the blood-curdling screams of terror ringing inside her head.

Due to the overwhelming suspense filling her chest, Charlotte’s vision began to fade to black and her body went limp.

Charlotte jolted from her laid position with sweat dripping down her neck. What she assumed as cabin walls, she gazed at the tapestries adorning them.

“Lucid dreaming,” a soothing voice caught Charlotte’s attention.

Charlotte looked around the dimly lit cabin, while fear filled her gut once more.

“There is no need for fear, young one, no need,” the voice returned.

“How did you know—“

“I’m not normal, I’m what your townspeople would call... a Sinner,” Charlotte finally found the owner of the voice— the soft, smooth voice. Her hair was bound at the back of head, her tight, chocolate curls had bounced out of its ponytail. Her eyes had found purchase in the mug she held to the table. Her body looked tense, like she was doing something that made her highly uncomfortable.

“What do you mean by that? What sins have you committed?” Charlotte’s eyes burned the back of the stranger’s head.

“You’ll see, when the time is right,” her voice held a tone that of finality about that certain topic. How did Charlotte catch that just in her voice and body language? It was more of a gut instinct.

“What am I doing here? How did I get here?” Charlotte asked as she pulled the quilt higher up her lap.

“You were dreaming. Lucid dreaming. But it wasn’t you who was in control of your dreaming plane. An evil. Some thing that is evil. It is digging its claws into the roots of this town, and corrupting it. Not that I care about the people or the town itself. It’s disposable. But in this instance it is not. After witnessing your “lucid dream”, I finally realized its intentions.

To answer your questions, you are here because I found you near my house, seizing up in what I believe was shock. You were shaking and you had foam pouring out of your mouth. Along with the foam, a black, thick goop oozed from out of the pores of your face. I’ve never seen anything like it. I was able to bring you out of your unfamiliar state of shock, luckily.”

During the woman’s explanation, Charlotte had took to staring at her lap. Everything she was saying weighted heavily upon her stomach, to the point where she had to run to the trash she noticed while looking around.

“Everything will make sense once I learn your significance,” the woman took a quiet, long sip from her drink while Charlotte bent back up, rubbing the side of her mouth.

“Who are you?”

The woman turned to look at Charlotte over her shoulder, and Charlotte admired her beauty, even though she was seeing her face at an awkward angle. Her eyes were a warm hazel, and her skin was warm as well. Everything about her and her home was warm and comforting. Charlotte could deduce her heritage being Hawaiian. Finally, she spoke.

“Clementine, I am Clementine.”

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Taking Fanfic Requests

I’d love to take requests for some reader inserts. I’m willing to write reader x Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Hopper, Billy, Hannibal, Will Graham, Dean or Castiel. Please give me any ideas so that I can continue writing.

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Pink Sweater (Hopper x OC/Reader)

(Omg I’ve forgotten how to write fic summaries.)

Pairing: Chief Hopper x OC (or reader if you wanna change the name and pretend)

Rating: PG-13/R 

Warnings/content: erotic dancing, daddy kink (mild), grinding, over-the-clothes stuff...

Summary: Hopper meets a new dancer at a local joint but can’t place where he knows her from.

Author Note:

Okay finally posting this after sitting on it for like a year for a few different reasons... Sort of a self-insert/OC type of situation, inspired by boredom and downtime while actually working on set of the actual show (yes... I’m cringe like that; I did background work on Stranger Things and wrote this up.)

Enjoy?

Long nights on duty were disorienting, and definitely lonely. Despite knowing the next morning he would see the guys at the station, and the same waitresses at the diners and coffee shops, and, eventually, Joyce and one of the many children in her kids’ friend group, the late night patrols put Jim in a weird headspace. A very liminal headspace that reminded him a little too much of some of the weirder ongoings in the town.

It probably wasn’t a good look, but after nights like those, he would allow himself to sneak off to Gallyan’s. At least the name was somewhat discreet, and not something like “Peaches” or “Twin Spires”. Not that it mattered. He was the Chief of Police, and could get away with it. Or, the truth, he knew, was that people were aware of his less-than-professional behavior, and just let it slide. Who else was going to do his job? The law enforcement presence in Hawkins was small and bumbling, and hardly ever needed. The most he ever needed to do was break up fights outside bars, and even then he didn’t care to do that. 

It was a Tuesday night at Gallyan’s (more like Wednesday morning at 2am). Jim hadn’t been there in a few months. He sat in his vehicle, just outside the cheap neon signage, debating on if he was even really feeling it. He needed something to get him out of his funk. Not coffee, not pills, not something that would make it worse. He wasn’t particularly in the mood, but it was worth a try. 

“Okay…” he breathed out. He finished his cigarette hurriedly, and slammed the door behind him. 

Walking into the place, he kept his hat tipped low, and his blue jacket on, just covering his badge. The doormen were still well aware it was him, mumbling a greeting and not even asking for an entry fee.

The further in he got, Jim finally, slowly, removed his hat, brow staying low with his glance cast down. He shouldn’t have felt weird or bad about being there, but he recognized a lot of sleazy faces he’d detained in the past, and it was just uncomfortable.

“Hi handsome, how are you tonight?” a gentle voice asked him, right as he sat at a far away table.

“Fine…” Jim trailed off as he looked the woman up and down. She was all of five feet tall (maybe some change with the heels, but still tiny), and dressed in a very subtle, pink lingerie set.

Something about her short stature and black bangs seemed familiar. Those features weren’t super defining, but they stood out enough and he couldn’t tell why…

“I’m Goldie,” the dancer said, closing the space between her and the chief’s lap.

“Oh, like Goldilocks. Is that because of your long, blonde locks?” Jim smiled sarcastically, eyes trailing over her black hair.

“Mmmhmm. Don’t have three bears, though… Just looking at one big one.” She bit her tongue in a cheeky smile, sliding down onto his lap fully. 

Jim started fishing around for his wallet. As much as being called a “bear” surprisingly turned him on, he knew she was just trying to initiate a transaction. Fair enough.

“How much? $50? $100? I gotta say, I don’t think I’ve noticed you here before, but you’re probably one of the more expensive dancers, right?”

“I’ll take that, even though $50 is still a bit low…” She had to chuckle at him. “This one’s on me.”

“Nothing’s ever free, Goldie. What do you want? I had a long shift. Let me pay whatever you want upfront.”

Jim couldn’t understand why she was laughing again, or being sweet on him. Like genuinely sweet, and laughing as if she was shy about something.

“Listen, if you’re trying to offer some other services, maybe it’s best you don’t.” He clinked at his badge with his index finger.

“I’m not offering that,” Goldie sighed pointedly. “Let me give you this one on the house, and just join me out back for a drink after. My shifts get long and stressful too, you know. Sometimes I just want company.” There was that sweet little smirk again.

Goldie was talking to him like she knew him. He still couldn’t think if he’d known her from somewhere. But why him?

Most girls around the club had been dancing to a soundtrack of fast paced hair metal. It wasn’t terrible, but the energy was a bit much for that hour of the night/morning. However (maybe by Goldie’s subtle request), the next track eased into “Dance the Night Away”, a little more soft and mellow. 

Goldie’s moves were refreshingly gentle and loving. In fact, she had a hard time not looking back at Jim with heavy lids and a flirtatious glance. 

She sank against his broad, warm body, leaning against his chest and feeling his breath against her ear. He smelled smokey and like beer (even though he hadn’t had a drink yet). It was a fitting and weirdly endearing scent.

She placed his big hands firmly around her waist, allowing him to pull her over his crotch. The uniform fabric, from his thick thighs to the tightness below his belt, was so taut and inviting. Goldie couldn’t help but run her hands over those legs, lingering over the plush outer sides of his ass.

Jim used his firm grip to turn her to face him.

“Ah, ah,” she chastised, gleefully, “I’m giving the dance here.”

He replied with a small, shot down glance. She loved being so tiny compared to him and telling him what to do.

After a moment of some sways here and there, Goldie settled back onto the officer’s lap, squeezing her thighs around the width of his. She smoothed her little hands over his chest--his pecs straining slightly under his shirt. He was just so big all around.

“Don’t mind me…” She plucked open the top shirt button, and then the one after that. Seeing his chest hair peek out the top, she raked her pink fingernails through it. 

Her hands continued roaming around, gripping his soft waist, then his shoulders, then giving in to the urge to smooth her fingers over his rugged beard. She just about purred at the feel of it. Jim took notice, and discreetly slid his hands over her backside, all while offering a playful grin.

“Keep it over the panties, Chief,” she murmured.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She liked that a lot.

The song kept going as she continued to grind rhythmically against his crotch. His tight pants had only gotten tighter, and his hardness started to rub friction in the right spot for her. But she couldn’t let that happen. Not tonight, or at least not at work.

She pressed his head to her chest, trying to ease off of the grinding slowly. Even his stubble felt delicious against her bosom. He breathed in how much she smelled like cherry candy and whiskey--an interesting combo, but one that fit her small, friendly demeanor.

The song faded out, and just like that, Poison was playing over the speakers, and Goldie was off his lap. 

Jim was afraid that was it. Not only would he be left halfway pitching a tent, but he still didn’t know where he knew Goldie from.

Disappointed, he sank against his chair and lit a smoke. 

“Come on…” A tiny touch accompanied the voice. Goldie now stood beside him with a bottle of Evan Williams. “I’m off duty and so are you, so let’s have that drink.”

The big chief followed the petite dancer down the back halls and out an emergency exit. The bouncers wouldn’t have usually allowed anyone clearance, but they recognized Jim all too well, and could see that Goldie was leading him around, like a puppy.

They emerged into the brisk early morning air. Goldie, now draped in a big leather jacket, looked so small and so much younger than she first looked in the dim lights. 

She teasingly swiped the cigarette from Jim’s lips, smoking on it herself. “I gotta say, I’ve been hoping I’d get to see you here. It’s kinda weird.” She bundled herself against him for extra warmth, and he absent-mindedly wrapped an arm around her.

“Where have I seen you?” he smiled. In most other cities, if someone seemed familiar, it was just a coincidence or something. But Hawkins was small. People only had so many places to go, and so many people to run into.

“Do you remember doing Career Day a year and a half ago? At Hawkins High, for the seniors?” 

He sort of did. Most days were hazy due to weird hours, liquor, and boredom. 

“Guess you could say I didn’t take you up on the summer job… Or any of those jobs, haha.” She handed the stubby cigarette back to Jim.

That petite frame, the fluffy dark hair, the pink… It reminded Jim of a student who, after the Career Day presentations, awkwardly approached him. Super shy, and dressed very modestly in a pink sweater, pink tights, and a long blue church skirt.

The student, in question, bashfully asked if the station was hiring anyone to help with filing, or even cleaning and errand running. Jim told them to go speak to Flo if she wanted any help. But it didn’t seem to really matter. The girl kind of lingered, eyes looking him up and down while blushing.

“Sorry, had a crush on you,” Goldie blurted, a bit more bluntly than she meant. 

The corner of Jim’s lip curled up. He leaned his hip and shoulder against the wall, while slightly craning down to look into her eyes. “I’m probably old enough to be your dad.”

A giddy chill ran down Goldie’s spine. “I’m still a grown woman. I know my tastes. My tastes are pretty mature.” She bit her lip, meeting his gaze. “Maybe I’m into the dad-type.”

She glanced at him with a touch more lust in her words.

“So you had a crush on me. Huh.”

“Didn’t say it went away…”

Jim’s eyes darted around for a moment, masking the fact that he was a bit flattered and flustered.

Goldie could see through, though, and handed him the bottle of bourbon.

“So… if you want… I can give you my number, and maybe—“

“You come see me here again,” Goldie responded with a wink. “For now.”

“Fair enough.” Jim smiled, and offered back the bottle.

[could-it-be-a-dream]

request guidelines

hello, and welcome! before you send in a request, i'd like to lay down some ground rules.

note: 🍓 indicates characters that i am particularly inclined to write at the moment!

first and foremost, the fandoms i will write for:

marvel (including x-men and daredevil)

stranger things

ghost (the band)

lord of the rings/the hobbit (excluding rings of power because i haven’t seen it)

horizon: zero dawn/forbidden west

it: chapter two

supernatural

detroit: become human

criminal minds

star wars

harry potter/fantastic beasts

(i would also like to mention that i am only on season 2 of daredevil and season 5 of supernatural, so please avoid sending requests with major spoilers!)

and the characters i will write for:

 [marvel]

natasha romanoff

kate bishop

scott lang

matt murdock

frank castle

foggy nelson

charles xavier

hank mccoy

druig 

makkari 

thena 

steven grant 🍓

marc spector

layla el-faouly

[ghost]

papa emeritus i (primo)

papa emeritus ii (secondo) 🍓

papa emeritus iii (terzo)

cardinal copia/papa emeritus iv 🍓

aether 🍓

rain🍓

dewdrop

mountain

cirrus

cumulus

swiss

 [supernatural]

dean winchester

castiel 🍓

gabriel

 [stranger things]

mike wheeler

eleven/jane hopper

max mayfield

dustin henderson

steve harrington 🍓

billy hargrove

eddie munson

chrissy cunningham 🍓

robin buckley 🍓

jonathan byers

peter ballard/henry creel

joyce byers

jim hopper 🍓

alexei “smirnoff”

[lord of the rings]

samwise gamgee 🍓

pippin took

merry brandybuck

legolas

aragorn 🍓

gimli 🍓

galadriel

elrond

[the hobbit]

bilbo baggins 🍓

thorin oakenshield

fili

kili

dwalin

bofur 🍓

thranduil

[horizon: zero dawn/forbidden west]

aloy

erend 🍓

avad

kotallo 🍓

[it: chapter two]

bill denbrough

eddie kaspbrak

beverly marsh

richie tozier

 [detroit: become human]

connor (rk800)

markus (rk200)

hank anderson 

gavin reed 

 [criminal minds]

aaron hotchner

spencer reid

emily prentiss

luke alvez 🍓

penelope garcia 🍓

matt simmons

tara lewis

 [star wars]

luke skywalker

leia organa

obi wan kenobi

poe dameron 🍓

cassian andor

jyn erso 🍓

bodhi rook 🍓

din djarin 🍓

boba fett

fennec shand

 [harry potter/fantastic beasts]

fred weasley

george weasley

hermione granger

neville longbottom 🍓

bill weasley 🍓

newt scamander

*please note that i do not write for ships, but i will gladly write reader-insert poly relationships. 

**also, all characters under the age of 18 will be written in strictly platonic or familial relationships unless it is specified that they are aged up.

my hard “NO”s:

suicide/self harm

domestic violence/physical abuse

eating disorders

sa/non-con

omegaverse

hardcore bdsm/bondage

pedophilia/underage sex (see above note)

drug use

ddlg/age play

(the things listed above are off-limits either because they make me uncomfortable or because i don’t feel that i know enough about them to write them accurately.)

if there’s a specific topic/kink/character you have in mind and you’re not sure if i’ll write it, please feel free to ask! this is a judgement-free zone :))

thanks for your cooperation!

- spencer <3<3

[chibicass]

Rules for requesting

General Rules & Guidelines

This post is entirely optional to read before requesting and is just available for guidance.

I write fanfictions for a variety of fandoms, currently focusing on “Resident Evil” and “Stranger Things”.

I write “(character) x reader” fanfics, including female (trans & cis), male (trans & cis), and non-binary/gender-non-conforming readers, other than gender-neutral stories, ranging from platonic to fluff, romance, angst, smut, etc;

Any gender of reader and character is welcome;

Neurodivergent people, people with disabilities, any other minority are always welcome;

This is a safe space for all;

My ask box is always open, so you can request something or simply chat. In case I am busy, I will write “CLOSED” in my bio. I would be thankful for the patience either way;

Feel free to specify the gender you prefer or even the context (like transgender or cisgender). If not, that’s okay, it will automatically be gender-neutral;

Please try to make the plot description as clear and specific as possible for me to write more efficiently. And, if you want, you can specify the “genre”. For example: fluff, smut, angst, romantic, platonic, or even a mixture of two or more “genres”;

If there’s anything (like a topic) you don’t want in the story, please let me know;

I will include warnings in case there is smut or any type of trigger;

If you have an idea for a continuation of a certain story, please ask so I can consider your request.

What I Will Not Write:

It depends on the fandom/character and I am open to dark themes.

However, I will not write:

Anything that supports/defends/glorifies: LGBTQ+phobia, pedophilia, racism, sexism, ableism, suicide, self-harm, and discrimination. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be a topic of the story.

Concerning Smut:

I am gladly willing to write smut. It can be explicit but I’ll warn the reader if it is;

Depending on the type of story, I may be inclined to insert sexual allusions or implied smut. If you DO NOT want that, tell me using the code words “clean fluff”;

I am open to write about many kinds of situations, like dom/sub relations, primal play, BDSM, supernatural, yandere, etc., but I may be closed off to some others.

AUs:

You can request AUs (Alternate Universes). If you do so, please give me a clear and specific discription of the plot line or at least define the roles the characters should have. I am willing to write many types of AUs.

Characters I Write For:

Carlos Oliveira (Resident Evil)

Chris Redfield (Resident Evil)

Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil)

Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil)

Claire Redfield (Resident Evil)

Jill Valentine (Resident Evil)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Robin Buckley (Stranger Things)

Dmitri Antonov (Stranger Things)

Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)

**And other characters, even if it’s outside or inside of a fandom I’ve mentioned, ask away.

Misc.:

Each story will vary in length. Also, if I get creative about it, I might make continuations of certain stories without it being requested. But if I don’t and you have an idea for a continuation, you can always ask.

Thank you so much for reading!

[alexfryerproductions]

My Top 10 Favourite films of 2017

PLEASE NOTE THAT THE FILMS SELECTED ON THIS LIST ARE OF UK RELEASE DATES. 

Since I won’t be able to see another new release before the end of the year, I thought it would be best to get my list of favourite films out of the way before I depart for France for the Christmas holidays with no internet connection to accompany me. 

This year has seen quite a wide variety of memorable and outstanding films through blockbusters to independent works. While these films have entertained us, they have also provided quite thoughtful commentaries on the world we live in currently, whether it is on the treatment of women (Wonder Woman) or Trump’s America (The Florida Project) or the treatment of race (Get Out). Some well-known directors on this list have produced what could be their best works yet, to the point where they may have outdone themselves, while some rising directors have shown great development in their own craft. 

Without further ado, let’s commence with the list. But before we get down to the top 10, here are some brief statements of honourable mentions and my most disappointing film of this year. 

Honourable mentions 

Thor Ragnarok (Directed by Taika Waititi)  

Yet again, the Marvel Cinematic Film has delivered not only the best Thor film, but the best directed of this series. Having seen Hunt for the Wilderpeople from the same director, I was excited. Filled with style, colour, joy, eye popping visuals and hilarity from beginning to end, this is probably the most fun I’ve had in the cinema this year. 

La La Land (Directed by Damien Chazelle) 

Self confessedly, I am not a fan of musicals but given my love Chazelle’s Whiplash, I went to see what the huge fuss was about. Watching the film felt like staring at Edward Hopper paintings (which they are evidently inspired by) crossed with a stage play. On top of that, Chazelle inserts what he crafted from Whiplash while also incorporating techniques from other musicals to create a piece that’s a loving tribute to an otherwise forgotten genre. 

My one dishonourable mention (or most disappointing film of this year)

Justice League (Directed by Zack Snyder/Joss Whedon) 

Make no mistake, after seeing Wonder Woman, I really wanted to enjoy this film. Unfortunately though, this is just filled with an endless stream of problems. It is bland, dull, directionless and doesn’t even know what do with any of its characters. I would have put Alien Covenant here, but compared to this, that film had more ambitious film-making and desire to tell a story (even if it did fall short on the latter). 

And now for my top 10...

10.) Star Wars: The Last Jedi (Directed by Rian Johnson) 

While I did enjoy the previous recent instalments of the Star Wars series, this is the latest I was most surprised by. The film is full of twists and unpredictability, which, quite frankly, we have not seen since Empire Strikes Back nearly 40 years ago. With a compelling set of characters, nostalgia that is occasional and playful, a loving tribute to our princess (Carrie Fisher), plenty of new and weird elements never seen previously and a thought provoking narrative, Rian Johnson delivers a great Star Wars film that expands the vastness of the beloved universe and is not afraid to take risks along the way.    

9.) A Ghost Story (Directed by David Lowery) 

For those who have not seen the film, don’t let the title fool you, this is not your average ghost story (no pun intended) nor a frightening horror film in anyway. It is however in one word: beautiful. It has the visual melody of a Andrei Tarkovsky picture accompanied by the apocalyptic mood of a Godfrey Reggio film and the surrealism of David Lynch. Lowery composes moving images that all make for a poignant film. It is upsetting, strange and truly a bold piece of work. However one interprets this wondrous picture, the message delivered by the of end of this film is very powerful. Be warned: this film is not for the faint of hearts. 

8.) Logan Lucky (Directed by Steven Soderbergh)

In a another piece of confession, I have not witnessed any of the works of Steven Soderbergh prior to this film. But having heard nothing but praise and being fascinated by his rise as director, I went in with great anticipation and boy did I have a great time. Truthfully, I haven’t laughed this much at a comedy in quite a while. Whether it is the hilarious delivery from actors, the tension at play during heist scenes or Soderbergh’s independent applications, Logan Lucky is a tremendously different and clever breed of a crime caper and practically the feel-good film of the year. 

7.) Wonder Woman (Directed by Patty Jenkins)

Given my huge disappointment with how DC films were being handled, I was very apprehensive in seeing this. However, after the first half an hour, all I could do was just breath a huge sigh of relief because of Jenkins fantastic direction with this superhero outing. Is it formulaic? Like all superhero films, yes it is. But this has more heart, substance, style, great film-making and a thoughtful message above all else. The film reminded me of Richard Donner’s Superman films in their charm, tone, sense of fun and wonder and Christopher Nolan’s Batman trilogy in their maturity and grittiness. Wonder Woman is ultimately a sight to behold. 

6.) Logan (Directed by James Mangold) 

This is probably the film to signal the beginning of the end for the superhero genre itself. Even though I have enjoyed quite a few outings this year, I have been starting to feel a sense of fatigue for the genre, which will inevitably come to an end sometime, much like how the western did decades ago. The X-Men series had its highs and lows but has, nevertheless, persevered. Thanks to Mangold’s film-making and his blending of the western, science fiction and neo-noir and the gut-wrenching performances from both Hugh Jackman and Patrick Stewart, this is not only the best X-Men film but the best comic book film since The Dark Knight.  

5.) War for the Planet of the Apes (Directed by Matt Reeves) 

It’s very rare for a final film in a trilogy to accomplish a task that provides a worthy conclusion. Thankfully, War for the Planet of the Apes, proves to be one of those rare occasions. Matt Reeves constructs a piece that not only stands well on its own but also provides a spectacular end to the story of our main ape, Caesar, and does so in a emotionally satisfying manner. On top of that, Reeves expertly blends spectacle with, character, narrative, jaw-dropping visuals and emotion to provide a blockbuster that will be remembered in years to come. 

4.) The Florida Project (Directed by Sean Baker) 

While I have not seen Baker’s previous works, I was completely blown away by The Florida Project. It is impossible to determine how much of this film was improvised (like other independent works of the past) or how much of the film was written, which makes it all the more a fascinating watch. Taking cues from Jim Jarmusch, Vittorio De Sica and David Lynch, it mixes the harsh realist settings with the colourful visual tone of the story. This is independent film-making at its most visually gorgeous. 

3.) Baby Driver (Directed by Edgar Wright)

Even though one actor in this cast has lost my respect given the recent horrifying scandal going on in Hollywood right now, it doesn’t take away my enjoyment and love for Baby Driver. Edgar Wright is at his best as he crafts a spectacular piece of guilty pleasure with truly masterful film-making. Wright directs a film, which is practically ridiculous for the right reasons. All that ridiculousness serves the edge-of-your-seat action, characters and narrative, which is why Baby Driver is one of the most creative action movies I have seen in recent memory.

2.) Blade Runner 2049 (Directed by Denis Villeneuve) 

When I first heard that they were making a sequel to one of my favourite films of all time, I was terrified...but Villeneuve has done the impossible and has made a worthy sequel that may even be cinematically better than the original Blade Runner. At first, I was not sure how to digest it, but then the more I thought about it, the more I loved it. The film wastes no time with nostalgia (although there are a few tidbits here and there) and tells a story in a way that is visually gratifying, and answers questions left from the first film while also leaving some new ones. Villeneuve makes every image in the film matter as he transports us into this authentic, apocalyptic, yet beautiful world Ridley Scott envisioned. 

1.) Dunkirk (Directed by Christopher Nolan)

Truthfully, I am a huge suck-up when it comes Christopher Nolan. Nevertheless, (having seen it on 70mm IMAX) I just wasn’t prepared for the cinematic experience of Dunkirk through its grand-scale film-making. This was the most intense experience I have ever had in a cinema given its manipulation of both sound and images (thus giving it a feeling of virtual reality).This is the film where Nolan shows his true mastery in the art of film-making, whether it is through the script, genre-bending narrative, editing, practical effects, sound, score and so on. Nolan channels the ambition of David Lean, the precision of Steven Spielberg, the suspense of Alfred Hitchcock, and the craftsmanship of Stanley Kubrick. Dunkirk is a breathtaking masterpiece that is not to be missed. 

[hopper-baby]

Chapter 1/?: Small Town Sins

Her curly hair bounced as she strolled into the movie theater. Her heels clacking against the echoing tile—

“Damnit!” Charlotte shoved aside her laptop and papers, her slender fingers digging into her scalp. She couldn’t find the motivation to write. A certain someone was distracting her from writing her piece to enter into the writing club’s competition.

Ah yes, we start out our story with a young, confused girl. Her name is Charlotte. News of a shy, foreign exchange student from Britain spread through the small town of Darian, Massachusetts like electricity lighting an old tree.

Darian is surrounded by trees for miles. You could will, most definitely, end up lost for days. As a result of this, it is rumored the naïve will wander in and disappear. No one knows where they go.

It is also rumored that a woman lives in the cursed forest. However these are just rumors— don’t get the wrong impression of Darian, Darian is lovely! Such a cute, small town. Cute.

The sound of Charlotte’s locker slamming shut on her, startled her from her thoughts. She was met with the most beautiful, sparkling eyes she’s ever seen.

“Get out of my locker space, tea-lover,” Jackelyn lifted her shoulder as she put in her locker code. Charlotte didn’t care that she was in love with her bully— that’s what made Charlotte so attracted to Jackelyn, like a magnet.

“What are you staring at?” Jackelyn crosses her arms as she looked over at Charlotte.

“Your eyes,” Charlotte responded, which caused a blush to spread over Jackelyn’s face.

“What are you, gay?” Jackelyn spat out, embarrassed. This caused everyone around them to stop and listen. Now Charlotte’s face was red.

“I-I no! I just think your eyes are pretty!” Charlotte shyly closes in on herself, regretting the surge of courage she felt to compliment Jackelyn.

“Sure,” Jackelyn quickly recovered and two of her friends joined from behind her. Jackelyn’s red, cashmere sweater and white, collared shirt underneath made her figure seem curvy.

“I’m- not like that I swear-“ Charlotte tried to convince everyone she was normal, but no one was buying it.

“Alright, you little bastards get outta my way, important cop business,” Chief Jim Hopper split the crowd like he was Moses and the Red Sea. He grabbed Charlotte up and started to guide her away from the scene.

“Chief-“

“Hey- HEY-“ He slammed the door shut to an empty classroom and pointed at the angsty teenager.

“What?!” Charlotte spat back, crossing her arms.

“You can’t- you have to be careful- you know what this town will do to you, they’re a lynchin’ town. If you show any kind of sin toward their church—“ Chief slices his throat with his finger, making a churtling noise.

Charlotte rolled her eyes and looked down at her shoes.

Yeah, Charlotte was... questioning her sexuality. Jackelyn was the only person that she was attracted to. Could she be ‘Jackie-sexual’?

Also, Jim Hopper is her guardian of sorts. Both of her only living relatives— her parents— decided they didn’t want her, so Jim Hopper signed off on Emergency Custody. He had a seemingly rough past that she couldn’t figure out, but she wasn’t going to keep prying. Respect is important in this bond they’re trying to form, she knows that.

“Sorry kid,” Jim looks down at his shoes, sighing.

“Any leads on Miss Clementine?” Charlotte looks up at him. The woman who supposedly lives in the cursed woods hasn’t been seen in weeks. It’s happened before, but recently her disappearance seemed off. The whole town feels like there’s something wrong.

“No, but that’s none of your business kid. You just keep doing angsty teen things, this is adult stuff,” Jim ruffles her hair, and pushes Charlotte out of the classroom so she could be on her way to class.

“Things are changing and it’s not a good change either,” Charlotte whispered to herself as she hurried to class.

Oh was Charlotte unfortunately right.

[bfictioncorner]

Rock Candy

One of my few (newish) Chief Hopper fics. Like no plot at all. Just indulgence. Inspired in part by the song “Rock Candy” by Montrose.

Pairing: Hopper x OC (or self insert if you use your imagination)

Warnings: Rated M (idk how we rate things here... it’s adult material); public displays, daddy kink, handcuffs, a bit of humiliation kink...

I’m new to posting my writings here so... with everything mentioned above, if you don’t like, move along. If you like how this sounds, please enjoy!

“You’re rock candy, baby--hard, sweet, and sticky...”

The young woman very willingly pressed herself against the hood of his vehicle, popping out her backside, strategically widening her stance.

“Cut that out and get off the vehicle. I will call back up if you make a scene.” The chief of police was exhausted. Just wanted to go back to the station and... well, not deal with petty theft from the local metalheads.

“Are you arresting me, officer?” She let her hands fall behind her back, resting just above the curve of her back. “You going to cuff me?”

“ExCUSE mE???” His tone was partially irritated, but more so baffled at what was just said to him. He had to make sure he hadn’t slipped out of it. He may have been wearing his dark shades, but his expression wasn’t hard to read; he was perplexed, and a bit agitated.

Hopper proceeded to unclip the cuffs from his belt and brace them around the offender. Something felt weird and maybe a bit humiliating that the woman had goaded him into it and was now making a bit of a show. People nearby who had been walking to their cars slowed down to watch the encounter. Most of them were women with little quirked grins on their faces.

The now-arrested woman in question had started making small grinding motions against Hopper’s pants, as he was partially draped against her in the cuffing process.

“Hey, HEY,” he barked in his usual frantic way. “None of that!” His eyes widened under his sunglasses. “Jesus Christ, what is with this?”

He moved back and clamped his big hands tight around her forearms, in some effort to get her to cooperate.

“Ooof, maybe harder... please?” She laughed giddily, her expression showing nothing but flirtatious humor at the whole situation.

Hopper just couldn’t comprehend. He wasn’t stupid, but sometimes he was as thick, thought-wise, as he was in his build. His biggest concern was that this display of disrespect was going to make him seem like a joke.

At no point had he ever realized that more and more women around Hawkins were absolutely thirsty for him.

He hated to admit that something was weirdly hot and confusing about this. He felt himself getting stiff. But he was working. Had to keep it together.

“How ‘bout you show a little respect,” Hopper grumbled. He wasn’t that fond of pulling the authority card because he believed it, but more because it was convenient at times. 

“Yes officer,” the young woman chuckled with the most put-on dainty voice. “I mean, ahem, daddy.”

Jim choked up. He felt himself turn pink. He tried his hardest not to let it be obvious, so reactively slammed a hand on the hood of the vehicle to steady himself.

“Young lady...”

“Oooo, you talk like a daddy too,” she teased. “Big Chief Daddy.”

Was she sticking her tongue out? She was!

More and more people seemed to have stopped to watch the “altercation”, which was making Hopper weirdly more anxious, embarrassed, and... turned on?

Now’s a bad time to learn I have a humiliation fetish, he thought to himself.

He had stepped back to get a better grip on the cuffs, now that Little Miss Trouble was fastened in.

Don’t think about the cuffs like that. Nope, not like that. Not now.

The woman turned her head as best as she could to look at the chief behind her. Her voluminous hair parted like a curtain to show a bratty, pleased expression.

“You know, I’ve never been roughed up by a pig before. Pigs are pretty gross. But I think I kinda like that.” A big, pleased grin spread across her red lips.

Hopper sharply removed his sunglasses. He probably shouldn’t have, as it was partially covering the frustrated blush around his cheeks. But he wanted to make one last effort at intimidation. He still had to do his job.

He glared very seriously at her, blue eyes angry under a heavy, furrowed brow. She responded by running her ankle along one of his legs.

How could he be so pissed and so aroused at the same time? But he couldn’t help the thoughts in his mind, let alone what was happening in his tight uniform pants. (If she turned her head any further she might just get too good a look there.)

“Seriously, that’s enough,” he said, attempting to sound calmer, but definitely more exasperated. He smoothed his mustache down with his fingers from the corners of his mouth, the way he often did when he was stressed.

“Oooo, I’d like to know what a ride on that feels like. I’ve never had a mustache ride from a pig before. I bet you eat pussy pretty good.”

She had gotten bold, biting her lip, not hiding her expression after that statement.

It was too much. The forbidden imagery of letting such a sassy little woman sit on him, maybe step on him, call him “daddy” and “pig”... The idea of draping her over his knee and spanking her... Even the image of her crawling on top of him and squeezing her thighs around his face, all while he eagerly licked his long tongue deep in her... That was all too much.

He couldn’t just let her go, with much of the town watching, especially with the record she had stolen very obviously on the ground beside her feet.

“Okay, that’s it. Come on, let’s go.”

The chief knew this was going to be a mistake—a mistake for awkward reasons—but it was better than just letting her go. Maybe.

He grabbed the offending party and guided her into his vehicle. Surprisingly, she calmed down with the quips, and just let him seat her inside.

After giving the station a quick head’s up on the radio, they drove off, silently for a bit.

“Still pitchin’ a tent there?” the woman laughed.

Hopper didn’t want to answer.

“It’s okay. Maybe we can revisit some of this handcuff stuff when I’m not being taken in. I’m free most Tuesday evenings.”

The officer rolled his eyes.

“I mean it.”

By this time they had stopped right in front of the station entrance. Jim was trying to figure out his words. He hated admitting that maybe he wanted to take her up on it.

“Look, just behave in there, okay?” He sighed, gesturing to the door. He knew he’d regret that wording.

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll behave,” the woman smirked.

[ao3feed-strangerthings]

Imagine: Jim Hopper walking in on "You Time"

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NOk0ph

by PsychedelicBoomerang

You're mad at Hopper for not coming home when he said he would, but you refuse to let your good mood go to waste. But Hopper walks in just as you get yourself comfortable.

Words: 1857, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things - Fandom, Netflix - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jim Hopper, Hopper, Chief Hopper, Reader, Reader Insert - Character, You, Y/n - Character, Self Insert - Character

Relationships: Jim "Chief" Hopper/You, Jim Hopper/Reader, Jim Hopper/Reader Insert, Jim Hopper/YN, Jim Hopper x Reader Insert, Jim Hopper x You - Relationship, Jim Hopper x Y/N

Additional Tags: Smut, Pure Smut, No Plot, Lemons, Vouyerism, Mastuerbation, Minor kink play, jim hopper smut, stranger things smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2NOk0ph

[ao3feed-strangerthings]

Imagine: Riding Jim Hopper

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2R1vzet

by PsychedelicBoomerang

You both come home drunk. Hopper makes you sleep it off. But when you've sobered up, you still want him. Just some loving for our favourite Chief of Police.

Words: 1644, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things - Fandom, Netflix - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jim Hopper, Chief Hopper, Reader, You, Self Insert - Character

Relationships: JIm Hopper/You, Jim Hopper/Y/N, Jim Hopper/Reader, Jim Hopper/Reader Insert, Jim Hopper x Reader, Jim Hopper x Reader Insert, Jim Hopper x YN

Additional Tags: Smut, Mostly Smut, No Plot, Minor plot, Drunk Reader, riding the chief, jim hopper smut, Reader insert smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2R1vzet