#jim hopper hcs

[ddejavvu]

Cockwarming hopper while he works at his desk at the precinct 💀

this post is 18+, minors dni.

but but but but but consider: he works in a semi-public setting so people are gonna notice someone sitting on his lap all the time, so you sit under the desk and cockwarm him with your mouth

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Drool has long since begun to drip from your mouth, seeping out between your lips and staining the fabric of your jeans. Your eyes grow heavy as your tongue bobs against the underside of Jim's cock, suckling steadily on his sex.

You have to keep quiet only because there's someone on the other side of the desk, otherwise you'd be licking and sucking and choking on Jim's cock. He's not technically supposed to have you there, but you'd begged with shiny eyes to come in with him today, and as hard as he tries, he can't say no to you.

"You'll have to take territory disputes to court," Jim drawls, exasperation leaking into his tone. He's trying his hardest to stay polite, but the person he's talking to is just not getting it.

"But it's my fence, too. That's not something that a court has to decide, it's already decided 'cause it's in my fuckin' backyard!"

"Don't swear at me," Jim's voice turns sharp, and more drool pools under your tongue. There's something so arousing about his authority, even when it's not directed at you.

"I'm telling you that there's nothing the police can do. What, do you want us to repaint it for you? Arrest him for choosing the color blue?"

"I want you to do your job!" The man insists, and Jim's hips shift. HIs cock slips further into your mouth, nearly curving down your throat, and you can feel how tense the muscles in his thighs are. You know he's angry, you know he'll blow if you don't stop him, so you reach up, slipping your hand through the zipper of his uniform pants and cupping his balls.

You pull back to lick gently over the head of his cock, then suckle gently around it. With your hand you massage his balls, kneading and stroking the flesh amidst the patch of wiry brown hair there.

You feel him freeze up, gears turning in his brain with whether or not he wants to shout. Then he eases back into his seat, throwing a hand into his lap that doesn't look suspicious to the man he's speaking with.

"My job is to uphold the law." Jim speaks with a low, patient tone now, and he takes the hand in his lap and uses it to stroke his thumb over your cheekbone appreciatively. "Painting a fence is not illegal. If you'd like to take action against your neighbor, you need to convince a court that action is deserved. That is not my job."

"Useless." The man scoffs, and you hear the scrape of his chair against the floor, "You're a real community hero, Chief!"

You worry that Jim will get angry again. That his patience is already wearing thin, that it will snap in two. But he maintains those soothing motions against your cheek while the man stomps away, and as soon as the door to his office shuts, he's pushing his chair back to peer down at you.

"Thanks, sweetheart." He murmurs, a fond twinkle in his eye as your stomach flips at his praise, "Don't know what I'd do without you, y'know?"

#jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper imagine #jim hopper scenario #jim hopper oneshot #jim hopper one-shot #jim hopper one shot #jim hopper headcanon #jim hopper headcanons #jim hopper hc #jim hopper hcs #jim hopper fanfiction #jim hopper fanfic #jim hopper fic #jim hopper blurb #jim hopper drabble #jim hopper dialogue #jim hopper x reader fanfiction #jim hopper smut

[ikarakie]

eddies's first impression of steve harrington post-high school comes when hes loitering in family video one day. chief hopper comes in, much to his and his friends' chagrin, carrying a fucking... nail bat?

robin buckley, upon seeing him, darts around the corner and comes back with a dishevelled steve in tow. he looks jittery and worried. he reaches for the bat, but hopper moves it slightly out of reach and says something rather pointed. eddie moves closer, watching as steve takes and cradles the bat before disappearing into the back room of family video.

he hears buckley say: "thank you. he's been insufferable all day."

hopper replies: "im worried about him, using that thing as a crutch. he shouldn't- you're all too young. shouldn't have to do that shit." buckley smiles a little grimly and agrees. thanks the man again before he leaves.

eddie is left with so many burning questions. mainly: why is the chief of police hand delivering a probably illegal weapon to harrington at 11am in the morning?

#hopper said: you need to learn to live without this thing kid #steve agreed but only to get it back #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #jim hopper #stranger things #steddie #steddie hc #steddie fic #steddie headcanon #steddie prompt #imagine #prompt #steve and eddie #steve and robin

[phefics]

How do you think the stranger things boys would react to reader asking them to wear her purity ring on a chain / piece of jewelry after they take her virginity? (love ur fics btw!! <33)

hi!! ty for the request and sweet words <33 i only write for eddie, hopper, and steve, so i hope that's cool/what you meant, and i hope you enjoy!!

𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 would be super into it, especially if you are more of a preppy girl, like a cheerleader or just an overall goody-two-shoes/girl-next-door kind. his corruption kink is pretty lowkey, but it is definitely there. he proudly wears your purity ring on a chain that sits right next to his guitar pick necklace, and he constantly fiddles with it, especially when you're around, like a subtle reminder/tease.

𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 isn't big into the possessive stuff, especially if you two have an age gap, it makes him feel a little weird. plus, he's so big, he doubts your ring would fit on any of his thick fingers. maybe he'd wear it on a necklace, tucked under his shirt, if you asked. or maybe he'd just keep it, in the drawer of his bedside table, like a little keepsake.

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 would do it in a heartbeat. he also isn't huge on the whole "i took your virginity" thing, but he loves the fact that you're his girl. he doesn't normally wear jewelry, but he'd make it work, and when people ask him what it is, he'll smirk and say, "it's my girlfriend's." when he fucks you, the chain dangles in front of your face, the cool metal tickling your skin.

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper #jim hopper smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #stranger things hcs #ophelia's hcs

[formosusiniquis]

There's something about the idea that every adult that spends more than ten minutes alone with Steve Harrington is instantly enamored with him 

The King Steve era house parties don't get broken up by the cops anymore. Steve is too far from his nearest neighbors for a noise complaint and the cops who would do it like Steve. They know they don't have to worry about any underage drinking and driving incidents after a Steve Harrington party because anyone who doesn't have a DD just crashes at the Harrington place, it's not like they have to worry about getting out of there before his parents get home.

His teachers can't help but let certain things slide. Excusing a middle school Steve's tardiness, the Harrington house is such a long bike ride away from the school and the bus route doesn't reach the grounds of Loch Nora. High School Steve's grades are average at best and his attention drifts, but his questions if poorly worded are insightful at heart and if you catch him away from the friends he tries too hard to keep he's polite and willing to spend time discussing his school work. By senior year they're excusing his tardiness again, they all know he has to swing by the middle school on his way over; and his forgetfulness too, two concussions in as many years it's a wonder he's not worse.

Joyce Byers, who by all accounts should hate this boy who fought her son and belittled her family, already has a snag in her armor thinking about a little boy who used to bike to Melvalds all alone for more milk and the sugar dusted cereal his mother didn't like him to have. Has her walls damaged by Jonathan coming home with a Christmas present they both know Nancy Wheeler even in her middle class glory couldn't afford. Has the adoption papers ready to be notarized when that same little boy, just a little bit bigger, offers to cart her Will around town since he knows she and Jon are busy and he has nothing better to do; really, and Will is the only one that ever says please or thank you.

Hopper, who largely left the everyday police work to the other officers, didn't interact with Steve much until the Upside Down business started. He's ready to add Harrington to the list of kids he'd die to protect the second the bloodstained boy cracks open a bleary eye from the Byers' sofa. Concussed and happy for it since it meant the youngest ones were safe.

Claudia Henderson has decided that the law has little to do with family. She's seen too many young men in the hospital grieving loved ones they can't see while parents who don't care make decisions for the dying. Steve Harrington is hers now has been since he did her Dusty's hair. The Sinclairs only let Erica roam the mall on her own on days they know Steve is working. They know no matter what Erica and Lucas promise the two of them aren't staying together. There's something rotten in Hawkins, and the kids don't whisper as quietly as they think they do. They know there's something they are missing, but they don't need to know everything to know they can trust the boy who put himself bodily in front of their child to protect him. Karen still occasionally mourns the loss of Steve as a son-in-law but the fact that he still drives Mike around even on his surliest days, she couldn't ask for more.

Wayne Munson lasted the longest. A product of night shifts and a powerful wariness around anyone whose tax bracket exceeds his by more than one jump. But he knows the kind of skittish that Steve is, remembers an eight year old boy with eyes he hadn't grown into who used to skitter away from a sharp tongue or raised hand just the same. Even then all it takes is sitting next to Steve on a rare night off, the game fuzzing in and out on the TV, listening to him softly explain the rules of it all to his boy relating it back to the ones of that dragon game Eddie likes so much and he's gone. Steve's a hard worker, a wage slave as much as Wayne these days, seems wrong to begrudge him just cause the house he's kept at is a little bigger than theirs. There are worse boys to have as future in-laws, even if he is a Cubs fan.

The only person who doesn't seem to get the memo is Richard Harrington. So rarely around his own son he isn't swept up in the charm. Richard and Stephanie Harrington make their way back to Hawkins, unannounced on a Tuesday. The sleepy morning hours are still lingering when they make their way into the house, through the foyer, and onto the kitchen; following the sounds of crooning oldies. Richard has long thought his son a disappointment, too lazy to get into college and too spoiled to leave home, catching him dancing around the kitchen like a fairy with some trailer trash punk is really the last straw. He lets the wife he wishes he didn't have make some asinine comment to this freak that's in his kitchen, and turns to the child he never wanted to say, "I want you out, I won't have a queer living under my roof."

Stephanie and that long haired bastard both rear back like they've been slapped. While Richard is forced to watch as the son he's neglected straightens up, every ounce the man every other adult on Hawkins has watched him become, look him in the eye and say, "It's not your house, it never was. Grandpa Otis left it to me. So if you've got a problem with me or my fucking boyfriend, you can get out of my house. Looks like you're already packed."

That empty house gets emptier as Richard, alone, takes the furniture he paid for and the clothes that lingered in the closet; but it's quickly filled with the hand-me-downs of everyone who has ever fallen for that Harrington charm. They're all too happy to help Steve fill what's his.

#steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fic #steddie #steve harrington hc #wayne munson #joyce byers #chief hopper #jim hopper #steve harrington's parents #i find steves mom to be fascinating and i genuinely think she really loves her son #i think she saw her boy happy in the kitchen with eddie and immediately wanted to meet him #maybe made a comment about eddies hair like mother like son #i think theyre relationship is extremely complicated but i think push come shove her son will always beat her husband #i couldnt think of a good way to work the buckleys in here but they also think steve would be an excellent son in law

[withacapitalp]

“Okay, so now we add the water, right?”

“No! No water!” Steve practically shouted, grabbing the pot and holding it high above his head so Joyce couldn’t reach it, “Joyce, we’ve talked about this,”

She rolled her eyes, putting the measuring cup on the counter and sighing. Robin and the kids giggled from their spot in the living room, the parade turned down low so they could hear every bit of the clownery going on in the kitchen. Steve turned the evil eye on them and put one hand on his hip. 

“And, peanut gallery, if you want to have food, you’ll want to keep your snark at bay. Unless you want to be the ones in here helping me make an entire Thanksgiving meal for fourteen.”

“Always the mom,” Max sighed, patting her stomach, “I’ll have you know if we’re not eating by five o’clock sharp, Nugget here will be making Lucas drive us to McDonalds,” 

Steve waved her off and turned back to the stove, placing down the pot and stirring his perfectly prepared potatoes. It felt kind of weird to keep thinking of them as kids now that they were all graduating from college. But, to Steve, they would always be kids. No matter how tall, how old, how many nuggets of their own they had, those seven little kids would always be the stupid pre-teens that had given him his life. 

“Now, it’s important to remember to continue to whisk, or else they’ll get clumpy.” Steve instructed in a no nonsense tone. He had eaten enough of her radioactive cooking to know where she would start to lose sight of the final product. 

“Are you torturing my wife?” Hopper asked as he entered into the fray, grabbing another round of beers for him and the boys. Steve could just catch the sound of Jonathan and Wayne yelling at the TV in the bedroom upstairs, calling the referee out on some bullshit play. 

“This is the real question, Hop. Is your wife torturing my husband?” A voice came from behind him, soft and buttery. A voice Steve had desperately missed, even though this trip had only been a short few weeks.

Steve hummed, leaning back into Eddie’s arms and letting his eyes slip shut for a second. Eddie had only been in Chicago for three weeks to re-record something for his newest album, but to Steve it was always too long.  Warm pale arms littered with scars came up around him, fingers playing with the silver chain around his neck. No government would ever recognize it, they couldn’t really tell the world, but the ring on that chain was everything to Steve, just like the man who had given it to him. 

“She is,” Steve fake-whispered into Eddie’s ear, “She’s trying to poison us all with liquid potatoes,”

“Lucky for us, we have you,” Eddie whispered back, pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek from behind, “God bless you, Mr. Potato Man.”

Steve snickered, turning around so he could fully face his partner. Eddie’s hair was shorter now than it was when they were young and stupid, and he was starting to get crows feet in the corner of his eyes.

He was more beautiful every time Steve saw him. 

“Quick! Eddie distract him while I put water in the potatoes!” Joyce cried. Eddie immediately went along with it, yanking Steve away from the stove and ignoring his protests as she began to experiment. Steve conceded defeat the second the paprika was pulled out of the cupboard. Some things would just never change. 

Eddie dragged him into the hallway, hiding them ever so slightly from the rest. 

“Glad to be home,” He murmured, hugging Steve close and resting their foreheads together. 

Home. The home Eddie had bought him all those years ago. The carpet in the living room was a soft cream now instead of gaudy orange, and there were boxes filled with mums in each window. The mold problem had been fully eradicated, but the screen door still swung open and shut in the wind. 

Steve didn’t mind it anymore.  It was just a part of the charm of their house. 

Their house. Even now it made his heart fill to the bursting to think of it. Their house.  

But now that Eddie was back, it was really home. 

#steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #st #st drabble #stranger things headcanons #steddie #stranger things hc #st4 #Liam writes #Joyce byers #Jim hopper #jopper #max mayfield #Lucas Sinclair #lumax #future steddie #steddie ficlet #Liam speaks up #Writing(withacapitalW)

[and-claudia]

Hopper NSFW headcannons

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral (male and female), daddy kink, sir kink, semi public sex, cockwarming

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/n: I’ve never written for Hopper, and don’t read him a whole whole lot but I hope you enjoy!!

Word count: >500

Hopper is daddy

More Cannon: he is daddy but doesn’t liked to be called that because of the trauma he still has from losing his daughter

More fannon: he does liked to be called daddy, and that’s just that.

He also wouldn’t mind being called sir, like “yes, sir.”

He is in charge, no if, ands, or buts

Hopper is a brat tamer

He doesn’t put up with any shit from you

You mouth off to him, oh boy you’re gonna get it

Will take you in the back of his police car

Hires you as a secretary at the station just to have you whenever he wants.

Has, and will most definitely will again, bent you over his desk and fucked you into the next week.

He is usually mean daddy Hopper, but the second you make a sound that is definitely not from pleasure he is full stop making sure you’re okay

If you want to stop at that point, he has no issue with it.

However if you decide you’re okay and want to keep going he’s so gentle with you.

Cockwarming while watching “the game” (whatever game is on tv, he doesn’t care he has his girl split open on his cock)

So. Many. Fucking. Rules.

You have to ask for permission to come.

You have to ask permission to touch yourself (doesn’t matter if he’s there or not)

Count out your orgasms

The list goes on

Doesn’t like toys. What can a toy give that he can’t?

He will however use one of his belts to bound your wrists together

Likes to equally give and get oral.

Has definitely made you answer a call (it wasn’t an emergency or anything super important) while he’s fucking you with his tongue

Definitely has a jealousy streak in him

If he even just thinks one of his deputies was flirting with you (they all know better, they know you’re his)

He will call you into his office. The two of you don’t come out for a solid two hours.

When you finally do though he informs Flo at the front desk that you “weren’t feeling well and he was taking you home”

They all know why you’re going home, those walls are paper thin.

This man is loud, and it’s borderline animalistic

He’s grunting and groaning, there are some praises sprinkled in as well

The fucking KING of “Use your words, baby”

Also LOVES using that line while your choking on his massive cock

Despite how rough he is, he takes care of you when it comes to aftercare

He may be just as spent or exhausted as you but he’s going to get you water, a snack if you want, he’ll start a shower or bath for you, anything you want he’ll get/do. He probably wouldn’t join you for the bath or shower though, he’s Most likely going to crash after that, but that’s okay, because when you get out you have a nice warm bed with your man in it waiting for you.

Hopper Taglist:

@fan-g0rl

@mserynlarsen

@jedi-mabari

#stranger things #jim hopper #hopper x reader #hopper headcanon #hopper hc #hopper smut #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper smut

[tenderforgs]

mike entering the room after will comes out to hopper:

#byler #mike wheeler #aka menace to society #and with society i mean jim hopper #will byers #jim hopper #hc that el is listening from her room #giggling and hiccuping uncontrollably #this has probably been done already bc i have not had an original thought in my head ever

[lokiiied]

“i love the fruity four”

bro which one

#i’ve seen your ‘dustin token straight’ and i raise you #absolutely not #bro has two older queer role models why do you think he was drawn to them #i would’ve added my hc but i wanted to leave them open for your own #they are all queer tho #the fruity four #gayer things #stranger things #st4 #dmitri antonov #murray bauman #joyce byers #jim hopper #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steddie #ronance #will byers #jonathan byers #mike wheeler #argyle stranger things #byler #jargyle #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #dustin henderson #erica sinclair #lumax

[elevenmayfieldz]

How would Hopper react to Elmax?

ok so here are my personal hcs

he’s definitely surprised els in a relationship and even more surprised that its a healthy relationship

at first he wants to keep the two of them away but he realizes how much they mean to each other and comes around

not without a struggle. when hopper tells el he doesnt want her dating she cries for at least an hour

joyce helps hopper realize that its good for both of them and they’re both happy

of course he writes a full essay of rules and the three inches is back (not that she would ever close the door)

hey may or may not have told max that if she hurt el they wouldn’t find her body (she said she’d absolutely understand if he murdered her because el deserves the best)

they will never stop having constant sleepovers but the door is always open and hopper is always home

he still doesn’t know how he feels about el having a girlfriend but understands how much they love each other and doesn’t stop it (but he did tell el that if something goes wrong she should tell him immediately)

the three inches rule is back but neither of them break it ever

max has basically moved in but he doesnt mind (although he is annoyed about the growing price of the hopper-byers family groceries)

#elmax #jim hopper #el hopper #max mayfield #joyce byers #stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things hcs #elmax hcs #elevenmayfieldz.msg #elevenmayfieldz.txt

[busterrrhymes]

when steve and billy are engaged they really struggle with what to do about the last name situation, one way or another they have to change them.

they’ve been brainstorming for months and months. henderson is tossed out there, max and susan gave the okay to use mayfield, the byers offered their name up but they just couldn’t decide.

billy likes the idea of steve taking hargrove and himself taking harrinton because it would be funny and confuse people. and wheeler too because steve dated nancy and billy tried to fuck karen (billy’s life revolves around bits).

they finally decide literally three days before the wedding when el is over and she said in passing, “you know when i didn’t have a last name hopper gave me his” and then it clicks. hopper. three kids who grew up without a father figure who then found and pretty damn good one. and now they’ll all share his last name.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #steve x billy #in my hc hopper is a surrogate dad to all the kids with shitty ones #i imagine this taking place in like 2014 when they’re in their late 40’s #marriage #jim hopper #daddy hopper

[ddejavvu]

Plain Old Man - Jim Hopper x Reader

Summary: Jim can't figure out why you love him. After all, isn't he just a plain old man?

Contents/Warnings: hop's self-conscious :(, consensual + legal age gap, fem!reader

requested: hopper x younger really feminine reader. he think she’s the cutest thing ever and that she’s too good for him so he’s kind of upset, but she figures it out and sits on his lap and kissing all over his body </333 // slightly deviated from, but i hope you still enjoy it!

WC: 1.47K / navi

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

You love Fridays, because when Jim swings by the pizza place for your dinner, he stops into the boutique next door, and always brings you something. Last week it was a pair of dangly earrings, shimmery and green in the shapes of fairy wings. The week before that it was a silver necklace with a pearl charm, to match a set of earrings he'd gotten before that.

You're buzzing with excitement as you hear his car pull up outside, and you bypass the hand he's balancing the pizza on to wrap your arms around his waist. They interlock behind him and you squeeze, wishing you could latch yourself onto him forever and hang off of him like a sloth.

"Hop!"

"Hey, sweetheart." You feel a kiss placed on the crown of your head, his mustache prickling the skin there, "Let's get inside, okay? Pizza's gonna get cold."

Your nose is, too, so you let him nudge you back inside before it starts to ache.

"I baked us muffins," You inform him, taking the box from his hands and watching him toe off his muddy work shoes by the door, "They're blueberry, but I added that topping over them that you liked last time on the banana ones. It's a little sticky, and kinda clumpy, but it tastes the same!"

He nods through your ramble, eyes lighting up at not only the prospect of muffins but of the special crumble you lay over top. He ushers you into the kitchen, but when you reach for the lid of the pizza box he sets a hand on your waist.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he pats the breast pocket of his jacket, and you visibly brighten.

"Oh! Oh," You gush, reaching eagerly for the bag that he hands you, crinkly plastic and purple-tinted, "Thank you, honey."

Your nails pry at the tissue paper that's wrapping whatever present you've gotten, and when you rip the tape away it reveals two barrettes, one pink and one blue. they're beaded, shimmery under the light, and they'll look adorable tucked into your hair.

"Hop," You gush, surging forwards to face-plant into his chest, "I love them! I can use them to twist my hair back like I've been doing lately."

"I know," He nods, leaning forwards to bump his nose into your own, his eyes crinkled at the corners with a smile, "That's why I bought them. I know the pins haven't been holding it."

You'd stolen two worn-out, dented bobby pins from Jim's nightstand, that you're fairly certain he'd used to pick locks with. It concerned you, but he hasn't asked for them back, so you're sure his lock-picking days are behind him.

"Put 'em in!" You urge him, unclipping the barrettes from the card they're on and dumping them into his large, rough hand, "You know how to do it, right?"

"I know how to pull your hair back," He scoffs, sticking one clip between his teeth so that his words muffle as he uses his hands to twist a chunk of your hair away from your face. He pulls it back and secures it with the clip, a snap letting you know it won't fall out.

"Perfect," He praises you (though you think it might be aimed at himself), and pops a kiss to the metal clip.

Your smile is infectious as he uses the other clip on the opposite side of your head, thick fingers twisting your delicate hair carefully. When it's pinned he kisses that side, too, and backs away to look at you head-on.

He smiles, but it's strange. It doesn't fade, per se, but the look in his eyes shifts, and your gut churns with nerves when they seem to be sad.

"Hop?" You tilt your head, watching him try and fail to focus on you instead of whatever's happening in his head, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," He nods, pressing a mediocre kiss to your cheek as he rushes for the pizza box behind you, "Yeah, sweetheart. You look real pretty. Let's eat, okay?"

He plates his pizza in silence, so you do too. But it's strange, because he always complains about the cheese not being gooey when he pulls slices apart, and there's not a peep out of him today. Just a downcast glance that tracks his feet all the way to the couch. He typically spreads out, eager to relax after a day of work, but he sits proper, plate on his lap and eyes on the tv.

You reach down to flick it on when you pass, and you sit closer to his side than you normally would. You feel his thigh tense up against your own, and you frown, glancing over at him.

"Jim," You croon, setting your hand cautiously against his thigh, "Are you okay? The truth this time, please."

"Yeah, honey, I.. I don't know." He shakes his head slightly, blinking rapidly and sighing, "It's fine, really. I like your clips, sweetheart, they look good."

He goes to take another bite of pizza, but you pull it out of his hands just before he can. It means that his teeth clack together instead of meeting the bread, and he looks bewilderedly at you, hand still outstretched.

"Hey," He frowns, "That's my pizza."

"I know it's your pizza," You plop it back onto the plate, setting it on the coffee table and taking its place in his lap, "It'll still be your pizza when you tell me what's bothering you."

He sighs again, and this time you feel it where your hands are braced on his belly. You smooth your hands over it, tracing your thumbs from the dip of his navel out to his sides.

"Tell me, Jim," You plead, "I'm worried about you."

He looks at you for a moment, head-on, eye to eye and face to face, and breaks. He murmurs a gruff 'fuck,' under his breath, head drooping down so that his chin meets his chest.

"Jim," You whine, tucking your fingers under his chin and lifting it so that he can't avoid your eyes, "Just tell me, honey. I need to know."

"You are.." He pauses, cupping your cheek and smiling sadly at you, "Gorgeous. You know that?"

"You tell me all the time," You promise him, shimmying your hips slightly to press your tummy further into his, "What's that got to do with anything?"

"I think you're too gorgeous for me. And sweet, and nice, and perfect. I'm a plain old man," He gestures to himself, his beige uniform and scruffy stubble, "That's it."

"You're not a plain old man," You chide him, pinching at the pudge of his belly, "You're the man I love. You know that, don't you? That I love you."

"I'd like to think so," His smile stays sad, "I just can't think of a reason you would."

"Well because- because you're.. you! Jim," Your brows furrow and you lean closer, nose-to-nose, "I love you because of who you are. Not because of any one specific reason, the reason is just you. I love you, Jim Hopper."

His hand cups the back of your neck and pushes you forwards. It's not a kiss, but your lips meet, as do your foreheads as your noses smush together.

"You're too good to me," He murmurs, his voice slightly raspy.

"No," You protest, pecking his lower lip in a sweet smooch, "I could never be too good to you. 'Cause you deserve the best."

"You are cheesy today," He chuckles, but you know it's not an insult as much as it is an observation, "Did those muffins have extra sugar in them? Something's got you all sweet."

"It's you," You grin, knocking your nose into his once more and digging your hands into the soft chub of his belly, "I'm glad you're home. I missed you all day, I wanted to call you a bunch but I didn't wanna bother you."

"You wouldn't bother me," He promises, smoothing a hand down your back, "But it's probably not good to hold up the line at the police station."

"Yeah," You hum sadly, and lean down to tuck your face over his shoulder in a much-needed hug, "It's better when El's here. She keeps me company."

"Speaking of," He glances at the clock, patting your back gently, "We need to go get her soon. Max's mom said she can't stay another night, she's got chores to do."

"Finish your pizza," You clamber off of his lap and rush for your own plate, "Because before she comes back, you're going to make me happy scream."

"Oh, yeah?" He laughs as you settle yourself back against him on the couch, attention finally turned to the television, "We should brush our teeth first, then. I'm not kissing pizza breath."

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[littlest-dark-age]

Kinktober '22

Please check individual posts for specific warnings.

Day 1 : Fall out in the cold starlight { stalker!eddie sneaks into your house and touches you }

Day 2 : Osculum obscenum { priest!steve purges you of your demons }

Day 3 : Sanguine addiction { You find out about eddie's blood kink }

Day 4 : You let me desecrate you { jonathan carves his initials into you }

Day 5 : Heaven is a place on earth with you {worshiping stepdad james cock}

Day 6 : Caligula would have blushed { you make steve use a fleshlight instead of fucking him }

Day 7 : Crawl behind my eyes { jonathan wants to show you how fun candles can be }

Day 8 : Started talking about sin { hopper decides to smack some sense into you }

Day 9 : Every now and then the stars aline { eddie and steve secretly breed you while nancy and robin help }

Day 10 : I'm your national anthem { eddie worships his deity, you }

Day 11 : He tells me he's gentle when he wants to be { sirius introduces you to cockwarming }

Day 12 : Running in the shadows { hopper decides your punishment should be to watch him jerk off }

Day 13 : The innocent can never last { stepdad remus lets "uncle" james watch }

Day 14 : Will you bite the hand that feeds? { needy steve turns your halloween baking into kitchen sex }

Day 15 : Will nature make a man out of me yet? {Werewolf steve chasing after your little cottontail }

Day 16 : The devils in the next room { your sweet boyfriend eddie reveals himself as the towns deranged killer }

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[bylertruther]

will and hop bonding. opening up about their ptsd. will wearing one of hop's flannels even though it's waaaaay too big on him. hop smiling and feeling proud when he sees that will is comfortable with him, bc he's only ever wanted the byers to feel safe. will being unsure at first when joyce tells hopper to take will out to get him some new shirts, but coming back with some decent selections that he's excited to show off. hop noting that will is a little more glum than usual and wordlessly turning on the lights & sirens so they can blow through all the red lights and get to the arcade quicker. will noticing that he told hop once that he likes a particular snack, and how hop's never once failed to keep the house stocked with it ever since. will drawing hopper on the inside cover of his birthday card, and hopper keeping that card forever. hopper offering to play a board game with will on his bad days or asking him for help with errands as a way of letting him know he's not alone, bc he's learned that will doesn't like to be babied & he's seen him survive enough horrors to know that he isn't one either.

#ik u guys hate hopper but it's important to me tht those two diff types of men get along and love each other as family w/o shame 😔💔 #will byers #stranger things #jim hopper #mine #willhop #byers hopper #hc

[thestrangestthings]

Imagine Billy and Max being taken in by the Hopper/Byers family and finally seeing what real parents are.

Billy being a great big brother to El and Max and bonding with Jonathan over music and asking to see his photos.

"Damn, these are actually good. You sure you took these yourself? You lyin'?"

One morning, over breakfast, Will is talking about going to Hellfire Club that night and Billy makes the side comment:

"What's so great about DnD anyways?"

And Will's jaw drops.

"What's so great... about DnD?! Maybe the world building? Or the in depth, multidimensional characters? Or the- ya know what, I'll just show you."

And then will disappears into his room, reappearing a few moments later with his arms heavy with books and papers.

Billy getting into DnD because of the badass characters and the action, and the sitting on the edge of his seat as the dice rolls, crossing his fingers for a nat20

And Joyce teaching him out to cook and one time she's showing him how to kneed dough and puts her hands over his to show him and he just starts gently crying and she wraps her arms tight around him and coos "I know baby, I know" in his ear.

Will waking up from a nightmare about being possessed by the mindflayer again and wandering out into the kitchen for some water. Billy is already out there, a glassy look in his eyes and a pale tone to his skin. They make eyecontact and just know.

"So... you dream about it too?" Will fills the silence.

"I wouldn't call them dreams."

Billy picking Will, El, and Max up from school, and Max immediately claims shotgun (as she always does). Max waiting until after El and Will get out of the car when they get home to tell Billy both El and Will were bullied that day, immediately following it with how she took care of the bullies.

It being a long and time consuming process for Billy to trust Hopper, especially around Max, Will, and El.

But Hopper is dedicated and damn sure is going to show this boy what a real father figure is like. To show him that he is a part of this family and will be treated as such and when finally, finally Billy trusts Hopper, smiling at him and hugging him goodnight after one of their late night man to man convos (and thanking him! For his advice! El never does that!!) Hopper has to sit back down on the couch and take a moment, feeling proud of himself and how far Billy has come and just smiling from ear to ear.

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[withacapitalp]

Pre season two AU where El didn’t disappear at the end of season one. Everyone knows she’s staying with Hopper except the government because stick it to the man

Steve has been acting off for a few weeks and finally admits to Nancy that he hasn’t heard from either of his parents in a really long time. They are gone a lot, but they haven’t even answered his calls, and that’s unusual.

Finally she convinces him to ask El for help. She found Will in another dimension, surely she can let him know that they’re okay at the very least so Steve agrees. He brings one of his old photos, searching for one that has both his mom and dad. He cant seem to find any, and he can’t ever remember really taking one together.

They get to the cabin and everyone is there. All the kids want to see El use her powers again, and Hopper and Joyce are concerned about the strain it puts on her. They all watch as Steve hands the photo over with slight nerves. El looks down at it and stops short, staring silently down at it as her entire body starts to shake.

“This is your Papa?” She asks teeming with rage, and Steve furrows his brow. He goes to open his mouth, but suddenly he is no longer in control of his body. El has her arm stretched out, and she’s dragging Steve over to her. She holds him in an iron grip, ignoring everyone’s shouting as she grabs the left sleeve of his sweater and yanks it up. There’s an ugly scar on his wrist, but not what she’s looking for.

El demands to know what it is. How did he get this mark. Steve stammers some story out about burning himself on the stove when he was Seven, clearly completely freaked out. He manages to pull himself out of her hold and bolts without another word, leaving the door open in his haste to get away. Hopper is the first to ask what the hell is going on, and El simply hands him the picture in response, going into her room and shutting the door.

Hopper looks down and drops the picture like it’s on fire. They all stare at the Polaroid with horror in their eyes as it slowly floats down to the floor.

Because there, standing on either side of a much younger Steve with a nearly buzzed head, is Connie Frazier and Martin Brenner

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[annikin-annotates]

Can you write something sickly sweet with Eddie Munson? My heart hurts so much after volume 2.

'86 Baby!

Eddie Munson Fluff

A/N: AU where Eddie lives and has a lovely graduation and is no longer vilified.

Content: Fluff, that’s it. Because that’s what we deserve.

Word Count: 593

You sat in a crowd of a few hundred people, the hum if indistinct conversations from all around you borderline deafening. You hated this place but today was a happy occasion, today you got to see Eddie graduate, it had been a long road to clear his name but between Hopper, you and the rest of the party managed it. You looked over to Dustin, Mike, and Wayne who had the same ear to ear grin as you did to be able to see your partner graduate after all the hardship; after almost dying. It wasn’t long before they started naming names off the roster, “Edward Munson” Principal Higgins spoke into the microphone on the podium.

You couldn’t help but leap from your chair “’86 Baby!!” you yelled, throwing a hand into the air, Eddie copied your gesture. Before doing exactly what he always said he was going to do, he snatched his diploma, flipped Higgins off and ran like hell. To which you and the two other boys copied, hauling ass out of the gymnasium, down the hall and out the building. You smiled at him completely enamoured with the man who stood in front of you. Eddie grabbed your hand pulled you into a kiss, it was soft and passionate and sweet like honey. He pulled back taking a few breaths, as were you, you stayed like that for a moment, taking in each other’s features. Like how after he kisses you, his eyes stay closed for a moment as if he never wanted the moment to end. Or how when the light catches his eyes they glow like fiery amber or warm honey catching the rays of a summer afternoon. How his lips form a pout when you pull away, like he can’t fathom being more than a foot from your Prescence anymore.

You were pulled out of your love drunk stupor by two awkward coughs “Can you two save that until you take us both home? Jesus Christ” Dustin gagged, causing you to let out a laugh that Eddie thought was nothing short of a melodic masterpiece. “Alright alright, come on you two get in the van and I’ll take you back to Dustin’s” Eddie responded, slinging an arm over your shoulders, and kissing your cheek. The four of you piled into the van and began the trip to Dustin’s house, the boys chatting away happily, listening to music on the way home. It gave you a chance to reflect on everything that had happened the last few months.

You had no idea that any of this would have turned out the way it did, but you were happy that it had. You were happy that you had gotten to Eddie in time, that you set those got awful bats alight before they had a chance to do any more damage. Both you and Eddie had been in rough shape coming out of the upside down, but you both survived. Eddie had survived, and that was enough for you.

“What are you thinking about?” Eddie’s voice broke the silence, your head snapped in his direction then to the back seat to see that both boys were gone. “They said goodbye, but you were off in your own world, do you wanna talk about it?” He asked, seemingly already knowing what you were thinking about. You shook your head “I’m okay, I just want to go home with you.” The words came no more than a whisper. He simply nodded, pulling out of Dustin’s driveway towards your apartment.

Towards home.

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