#dad!jim hopper x reader

[luveline]

jadey - HONEY - listenlistenlisten, so I feel like you said you'd write for hopper?? but if not (because he's not on the official list) please ignore this request! BUT would you be able to write something about hopper visiting reader in the hospital after she was almost posessed by vecna?? whether this is still early stages of relationship or already established, you pick, gorgeous!! (also ik this means no hopper/joyce but personally I prefer hopper/me??) xoxoxo BIG SMOOCHES

ty for your request, love u! ♡

Nobody would ever believe you, but you know it's Hopper from the smell. You've missed him for months, and though the scent of him wore away from his sweatshirt before you thought you had time to memorise it, you know without opening your eyes that it's him sitting beside you. 

Your heart monitor beeps loud and erratic. 

"Don't," he says quietly. "Don't freak out." 

It won't listen to him, how could it? Not even the oily fog of painkillers can dull the reality of him being here, right here, this close. 

"You're supposed to be dead," you croak, peeling your eyes open achingly slowly. 

"Aren't you a little old for teen angst?" he asks. 

He's real. He's real, you're exhausted, you almost died, but he's alive. Tears well in your eyes of their own accord, not a lick of choice in it as Hopper takes your arm into his hand. 

"You look sick," you say tearily. 

"Nice. You look worse."  

"Where's your," —you gesture to his body— "everything?" 

He's lost a dramatic amount of weight, hollows sunk under his eyes. He grins despite your insult and leans back in his chair, hand sliding down toward yours, fingers pushing between your knuckles to twine them together firmly. "Russian weight loss program. Like it?" 

You're honestly not sure. Maybe when the shock has worn off you'll feel strongly either way, but right now it's his obvious alive-ness that takes centre focus. 

"I missed you," you say. You've not even a syllable into 'missed' when your voice disappears, the agony of your admission knocking the air from your lungs in one callous blow. "I missed you so much." 

He squeezes your hand. "I know. I'm sorry." 

You start to sit. Hopper stands and slips his hands behind your shoulders, helping you up with a tenderness you've dreamt about every night since he disappeared. There was no time to define what you were to one another, all these months you've been grieving a maybe, but you know the connection you had was more than real when he reaches down the millisecond you reach up. His lips smashed to your forehead and his big hands spread and searching like he's trying to stop you from falling away from him, you splutter as the air is knocked from your chest again. 

"Sorry I wasn't here to look after you," he says.

He hugs you for so long you figure you must be dreaming. There's a familiarity to his embrace even if the feel of him has changed, security with a little less padding. "What happened to you?" you ask hesitantly. 

"What happened to me? You just had something– someone in your head. You almost broke your neck, you could've died." 

"I'm lucky. I am. It could've been worse." It was worse for others. Your voice wobbles embarrassingly. It doesn't put Hopper off. You used to worry that being younger than him would make you too different; you aren't a kid but you haven't lived a life as agonisingly detailed as he has. You're scared there won't be room in his head for your weight, too, but there always is. "You're back," you say, relieved.

"I'm back." 

You breathe out. 

"Let me see you," he demands, drawing away to check you over. 

Your skin is clammy and has been for days, you weren't sleeping —sleeping meant dreaming. Hearing the toll. You've chased sleep with coffee and caffeine pills and bad TV, each day going a little more insane with wanting Hopper back. There were moments when you knew for sure he was dead, and moments you hated yourself for entertaining the idea. Whatever you deserved, he's here, wiping your sleep crusted eyes with a careful thumb. 

"Well, you're still a sight for sore eyes." 

"Yeah?" you ask, laughing until you cough. "I look good in the gown, right?" 

"Better out of it," he suggests, kissing the top of your head. He lingers there too long. You can read his mind for that single moment. 

He's not happy with himself for letting you face it alone. Which begs the question. What kept him away?

"Hop, where have you been?" you ask gently. 

"I'll tell you everything after you eat something." 

"Me?" 

"I almost forgot how rude you are," he says, rubbing your cheek fondly. "Shit. Like I could forget a thing about you." 

You take his hand from your face to clear a path. "That's romantic. Hit your head while you were gone?" He nods, hangs his head, lets you cover the back of it with your hands. You pull him forward, searching for hair he doesn't have. "What did they do to you?" you murmur sadly. 

"Don't say that. The neck up is as good as it gets." 

"I don't believe that for a second," you say, though you worry about what he means. "You better go find me something to eat. I want to know everything that's happened." 

"Got a waiting room full of people who aren't gonna like that," he says, lifting his head.

"I really, truly don't care," you say, still so softly. "I've been waiting to see you again for a long time. They can… they can walk a mile in my shoes." 

"Whatever you want." Hopper clasps your elbow. "Anything you want." 

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[natlovessoup]

On My Way - Jim Hopper x Single Mom!Reader

ONE

Pairing: Jim Hopper x (Single-ish)Mom!Reader

In this chapter: You and your daughter Willow are traveling to Hawkins!

Summary: Together with her daughter Willow, Y/N tries to get away from her abusive husband. Running away from home, she takes shelter in her sister Joyce's house a few towns over. Here Y/N tries to build a better life for herself and her daughter, she meets Jim and Eleven and becomes a better aunt to her nephews, Will and Jonathan.

But what happens when her husband comes back into their lives, trying to make it a living hell? Will he pull apart the stable base she has created for her and her daughter?

TW: trauma, abuse mentions, (i'll update as the fic is progressing)

A/N: i really hope you like this! please let me know what you think so far :)

Words: 1499

Find the masterlist, here! Or find the fic on AO3 here!

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The train came to a stop with a loud creaking noise of the brakes. The carriage shook you around and the empty bottle of soda on the little counter fell to the ground. You got up, threw the bottle away in the little trashcan and grabbed your big backpack. 

“Come on, sweetheart. We need to get off here.” You said, swinging your backpack around your shoulders. Willow perked up, she was sick of sitting all the time and not being able to go outside. During the train ride, she repeatedly kept asking when you both were getting off the train. Even though there was nothing to do much, at one point Willow’s energy was so drained you couldn’t keep her still. She was tired and longed to cuddle with her teddy bear, which she got as a present from the lady down the street the day you moved there when she was only one years old. This is the same lady who offered you and your daughter help to escape, by saving all the extra money you made from being a waitress at a café and even chipped in the last bit of money needed to buy these train tickets. 

Willow was holding your hand when you were making your way to the bus stations. With every breath you took, the clouds of condensation left your mouth. The tips of your ears and nose felt like it froze stiff and if you would even dare to touch it, it’d break off.

“It’s so cold.” Willow said suddenly. You gave a little huff and looked at her. With the one hand she had left, she tried to put the shawl around her neck well. 

“Here, let me help you sweetheart.” You crouched down, taking the shawl entirely off her shoulders so you could wrap it better around her face, so it covered her nose, mouth, and ears. With a simple tug at her beanie, her entire face was covered and kept warm, except for her eyes. You let your hands rest on her cheeks and pressed a kiss on her forehead. 

“We’re almost on the bus, yeah? From there we have to travel a few hours and then we get to see auntie Joyce and you can take a nap in a real bed.” Willow nodded and grabbed your hand. 

“Let’s go mama. We can do this.” She said full enthusiasm and dragged you into the direction you were walking to in the first place. Her enthusiasm made you chuckle, even though Willow experienced much sadness in her life, it surprises you every time on how positive she goes through life. Where sometimes you walk into a situation where you see no way out, Willow somehow manages to bring over her positive energy to calm you down and see things from a new perspective. She also gives you the motivation and drive to strife for her happiness, but also your own. To be honest, without her, you’d be in such a different place in your life right now. Possible worse than the situation you’re already in. 

Not long after that, you were on the bus. Before you got on, you found a place for you and Willow to do your needs and after that you bought a little breakfast, so Willow had at least something in her stomach during the last stretch of the trip. Not long after you went on board, she fell asleep and left you and your thoughts alone. You didn’t even know where to begin, your head was so full of different thoughts and memories, and you were scared that if you were going to pluck them out one by one, you’d end up like a mess. One bigger than you already were. 

Without trying to think of the sad and terrible things, you tried to think about the happier ones. Such as Willow, and Joyce. You can’t stop thinking about the moment Joyce will open the door, how will she react? What will she say? Are you welcome, even though last time you saw her you left without saying anything? Does she hate you? There were many questions floating around in your head and you tried to stop imagining the worst possible scenarios, especially the ones where Joyce would slam the door in your face, leaving you and your four-year old daughter in the cold. 

You haven’t seen your sister in ages. It’s been a couple of years since you two last talked, it was just around the time you got into a relationship with Kevin. You should’ve listened to Joyce when she tried to warn you, she didn’t trust him at all. But they say love makes blind, right? 

You and Kevin were dating for about two months, and everything went great. He was taking care of you, making sure you were okay and every time he came to visit or pick you up to go on a date, he’d bring flowers and chocolates. He was polite, kind and was everything in a man you have never had before. He made you feel good, made you feel loved. So, when he came to pick you up for a date and told you during dinner, he got a job offer a few states over, you didn’t hesitate to pack your bags and move with him across the country. Of course, you thought about saying goodbye to Joyce, but you knew she would try and stop you, so you thought it was for the best to give her a call when you arrived at your new home. But you never got around to calling her, you never even got a chance. And now it has been a couple of years. Jonathan would be a full young adult now and Will a teenager. You felt guilty for not being there for Joyce, for helping with your nephews as you know Lonnie was never around. There wasn’t a day where you weren’t thinking about them. Wondering how it would be if the contact was there again. Would you have been happier? 

With all the emotions you were feeling, you tried to neutralise your feelings the moment you saw the welcoming sign of Hawkins. With the sleeves of your sweater, you wiped away the tears that got away onto your cheek. You took a deep sniff, blew your nose with a piece of paper, and took a sip of the water bottle you kept in your bag. You put your hand on Willow’s shoulder and gently shook her so she would wake up.

“You need to wake up baby, we’re almost here.” You whispered into her ear. She opened her eyes but squeezed them shut again with a swift motion. The look of her face made you giggle. It was early in the afternoon and the sun came through. It was quite nice, the warm feeling of the rays of sunshine stretched out over your skin. 

“Can we go for ice cream?” Your daughter asked while you were watching the bus drive off in the distance. There is no turning back. You looked at her face, there was a look of hope and a glistering of happiness in her eyes. You chuckled.

“Of course, I promised you yesterday, remember?” The smile on the little girl’s face widened and she gave out a scream of happiness while clapping her hands. You guided her to the place where you remember being a snackbar a couple of years ago and you hoped it would still be there. It would be awkward to tell her now that you don’t know where to get a soft ice cream on a cone. On the inside, you said a little thank you when the snackbar was still at the spot you remembered.

You had asked the server of the snackbar if you could use the phone to call for a cab to your sister's house. Normally you would’ve walked it, but Willow was tired and there was no way you could carry your heavy backpack on your back while carrying Willow all the way. Luckily, it was no problem and within twenty minutes there was a cab waiting for you outside the building. It was a fifteen-minute drive, and now you were standing at the front door to your sister’s house. 

With a deep sigh and trying to shake out every nervous feeling, you knocked on the door. Would she be home? Would one of her sons be home? Who would answer the door? Will she recognize you? Are you welcome? What if nobody’s home, what would you do then? Where will you go if-

The sound of the lock opening interrupted your thoughts. This is it, you thought. This is the moment. You squeezed Willow’s little hand and closed your eyes. The nervousness was getting too much. You opened your eyes when the door went open to reveal a woman with brown eyes and brown hair. The woman’s face changed from neutral to one with her eyebrows raised and eyes in shock.

“Y/N?”

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[artemisthewh0re]

OMFG IK YOU’D EAT THIS UPPPP

a Season3 mean!dbf! Hopper X wealthy!girly!fem blk reader

The reader is an annoying, snarky, smart-ass and loves especially teasing and annoying Jim at any given time.

and then one day he already was not having a great day so he finds the reader walking home after a party she snuck out to and she begs him for a ride and (as always) he does.

“Pleaseee hopper?? I won’t be able to go to the formal if he grounds me!”

He’s like “I’m not covering for ya kid, your a smart-ass, bad-ass brat who always wants her way cuz she has daddy’s money! So shut up and let me drive goddamnit!”

Then shuts reader up by stuffing his dick in her mouth and fcks the absolute SHIT out of her in his truck. Like she can’t remember her name or respond.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH 🤭🤭🤭

“Got something to say now? Huh smart-ass??”

“Yeah that shut you right up. I guess my cock is all it takes to shut that pretty mouth up”

“I don’t kiss sweetie”

“Take it like a champ sweetheart!! You talk so much shit you should.”

“Cmon you got it, alllllll the way in there, mhmm”

“Whats your name? Huh? Can you not remember?”

“Dumb slut can’t even speak cuz of daddy’s dick”

Then after all of this he’d carry you to your window and tuck you in cuz you’re so fcked out 😭😭

Hopper 🔛🔝

You literally read my mind, I've been planning to do a Hopper smut for months! Also your mind is amazing chefs kiss 🤌🏾

Dbf!Jim Hopper x Black Reader

Warnings: Age gap (18 & 40+), breeding kink (kinda), dad's best friend, unprotected piv, blowjob

Katydids fill the dark street with a calming ambience as you walk. The only other sound being the click-clack of your purple heels. You had already walked half a mile and your legs are close to giving out when you hear a car coming up behind you.

"Might as well hitchhike the rest of the way," you whisper under your breath, sticking out your thumb towards the car. As it gets closer you notice that it's not a regular car, but the Chief of Police's Chevy. The car slows in front of you and the passenger window lowers. A scowling Jim Hopper meets your thankful gaze.

"What're you doin' out this late, sweetheart?" Hopper questions, a frown plastered on his face.

"I could ask you the same thing, officer," you tease, trying to avoid the fact that you had committed several acts of underaged drinking and drugs. Hopper's unamused expression lets you know his mood is even worse than usual. "Can I hitch a ride home?"

"Not tonight, I don't have the time for your antics," Hopper responds.

"Pleaseee hopper??I won't be able to go to the winter formal if my dad grounds me!" You whine.

A sigh escapes the Chief's lips before he unlocks the passenger side door. You trot your way over to the car and get in without a second thought. The car starts back up with a hum and heads twenty minutes out of town to your ritzy neighborhood.

The silence filling the car is almost deafening. You try to fight back the urge to speak, fidgeting in your seat, but your mouth won the battle over your brain.

"So what's got your panties in a twist? You're usually less of an asshole," you tease him with a poke on the cheek.

"I'm fucking peachy," Hopper responds, turning to you with a death glare.

"And what's with the get up? You look like you're going on a vacation," you say, finally noticing his Hawaiian shirt and casual jeans.

"Can you just shut it? I'm not in the mood for this tonight!"

You quiet down for a moment, the smile you had falling from your face. "Sorry, can you just not tell my dad you found me tipsy on the side of the road?"

"I'm not covering for you kid, you're a smart-ass, bad-ass brat who always wants her way because she has daddy's money! So shut up and let me drive goddamnit!"

A muttered insult escapes your lips as you turn away from Hopper, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Alright, that's it!" Hopper yells, apparently hearing your insult.

The car suddenly turns off the main road into a wooded area. You whip your head around, trying to figure out where you are. The car stops in a clearing in front of a small stream.

"Hopper?" You question, looking around the wooded area.

"I'm so sick of spoiled little girls in this town thinking they can do whatever they want just because their daddy's rich," Hopper rants, turning off the car.

You can't help but laugh. Your dad's closest friend giving you a lecture about being spoiled wasn't a new thing, but dragging you to the middle of the woods just to yell at you was comical.

"Oh please, you can't fix my attitude. Dad has tried and failed for years."

"He hasn't tried my technique."

"Whatever." You roll your eyes and turn away from Hopper. Suddenly Hopper grabs your neck with a firm grip.

"I think it's high time someone taught you how to shut up," Hopper gruffly whispers only two inches away from your face.

A part of your brain knew that this was fucked up. But an even deeper part of you had fantasized about this late at night. Touching yourself at the thought of Hopper's warm breath grazing your neck, placing rough kisses anywhere he could.

"Okay, Chief," you tease.

Hopper releases your neck and relaxes in his seat. His legs spread apart to reveal his growing bulge. A loud gulp comes from your throat as you stare. You'd never done something like this before and your nerves were betraying you.

"Unzip it," Hopper says. His eyes are looking at the zipper on his washed out jeans.

You move closer to the Chief with caution. Once you're right next to him, he lights a cigarette and places it between his teeth. Hopper rolls the window down before the truck fills with smoke. Your hand moves your lap to his and makes its way up to his crotch.

His erection is firm and much bigger than you expected. Hopper is silent as you unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. Your hand moves with a mind of its own as it pulls Hopper cock free from his briefs.

Precum leaks from his light pink tip. You can see small veins running from the base to the head. You look over to Hopper for some sort of instruction, but he silently smirks instead. Hopper moves his hand from the back of the seat and grabs the back of your neck, a lot gentler than the first time. Your head moves closer to his cock and you place an awkward kiss on it.

"Why so shy? You were all talk earlier," Hopper teases.

You open your mouth and place it around his head. His precum has a slightly salty taste as it hits your tongue. Before you can think about what to do next, Hopper pushes your head all the way down, so your nose is pressed against his crotch. You gag around his cock before he pulls your head up.

"Got something to say now, smart ass?"

For the first time in your life you're actually quiet, except for your heaving breathing. Your chin has spit dribbling down it and your eyes are watering. You loved it. Hopper pushes your head back down again, but this time you take more control. Your hand wraps around his base and you try to remember the moves Nancy had taught you. You bob your head up and down, careful not to use your teeth. The flat of your tongue swirls up and down his shaft with ease, eliciting a muffled groan from the Chief.

"Yeah that shut you right up. Guess my cock is all it takes to shut that pretty mouth up," Hopper grunts, still firmly holding your head. Your once perfect curls become a sweaty mess sticking to the back of your neck and forehead. A hum of contentment resonates from your chest as you continue sucking. Hopper's breath becomes labored and his legs twitch with every movement of your hands and mouth.

A pool forms in your panties, leaving you aching for his cock. You slip your hand between your thighs and stick a finger inside yourself. It's not enough to satisfy you, so you push in another finger. The sounds of your fingers desperately fucking your wet pussy immediately alert Hopper.

"That's enough sweetheart," Hopper says, lifting your head off of him. A whine comes from your throat, but you obey his command.

A firm hand pushes you from your sitting position to laying across the long seat of the truck. The Chief hovers above your body, his legs on either side of you. His eyes look you up and down with pure lust. You get shy and place your arms over yourself out of embarrassment.

"Are you going to sit there all day?" You ask.

"Clearly I haven't fixed your attitude yet," Hopper responds, hiking up your dress and pulling your soaked underwear to the side. He spits into his hand to lubricate his cock before pushing into you.

You let out a gasp as you feel his large cock stretching your pussy around him. The pain leaves your hair standing up, but subsides. Hopper's pace is cruel in its unrelenting speed. Once the pain has stopped you're just left wide-eyed with your mouth agape, unable to speak a word.

"Take it like a champ sweetheart! You talk so much shit, you should be able to," Hopper whispers into your ear.

The Chief's hands grab your thighs and put one over each shoulder. Your heels hit the top of the truck as he hammers deeper inside you. His washed-out jeans provide a rough cushion for your bare legs as they slap against his.

"C'mon you got it, all the way in there, mhmm."

Your attempt at response is a loud moan as he hits your g-spot. Hopper's grunts get louder and more ragged with every thrust. Your pussy grips around him desperately begging for more. Every word you try to form turns into a pathetic whine vibrating in your chest. Your eyebrows knit together as the pressure of your impending orgasm builds in your core. This only riles Hopper up even more.

"What's your name, huh? Can't remember?" Hopper laughs at your poor attempt at communicating. When you're close to a word, he moves his hips faster to stutter your brain. "Dumb slut can't even speak 'cause of Daddy's dick."

Your cunt aches painfully at your horniness. The Chief was already balls deep inside of you, but somehow you still need more. Hopper's cock is slathered in your slick, making it harder to stay inside of you without slipping out. Frustration builds with every thrust before he jackhammers into you.

The first you word you've speak since the start of this encounter is, "FUCK!"

Your orgasm runs straight into you like a freight train. Your pussy creams on Hopper's length, adding extra lubrication for his cock.

"That's it, atta girl," Hopper moans, looking down at your cunt. He fucks your cum back into you with a brutal pace. Your legs tremble in his grip, but he doesn't stop.

"Oh my God!" You shout, thankful that you were in the middle woods. Your eyes roll back into your head from the overstimulation.

"Almost there sweetheart." Hopper's thrusts stutter and his breath hitches for a second before he lets out a sigh. His spend fills up your sore cunt and he forces it back inside you. You can only let out weak little whimpers as the Chief pulls out of you. "Finally got you quiet for once," Hopper whispers against your ear.

Gentle hands pull your dress back down. The truck starts back up and pulls out of the woods. Your eyes close from exhaustion, but you can feel Hopper gently caressing your ankle laying across lap. The drive is a blur of street lights and turns before the car moves up a familiar back road.

You had used this back road many times to sneak into your bedroom after a night of partying. Hopper lifts you out of the truck and carries you to your window. It opens with ease and he places you on the bed that sits right underneath it. He pulls a pink blanket over you before slipping back into the darkness.

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[swiftieblyth]

Y/N Hopper: Prologue

warnings- Stranger Things, Papa, Hawkins Lap, King!Steve, Hopper, dead sister, divorced parents, grieving, loss, powers

Let me know if I'm missing anything, I'm drawing a blank:(

Word count- 682

_________ST____________

1972

“Hey!” A six year old girl called, walking into her friend's backyard.

“Y/N/N-bear? What are you doing?” A six year old boy asked, sitting with his feet in the pool.

“Are your parents home?” The girl asked, sitting down next to him.

“No. You wanna hang out?”

“Steve, I gotta tell you something.”

“What is it?” Steve asked.

“I’m moving.”

“What? To where?”

“New York City.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. My dad says it will be good for us. But he said he would help me write to you.”

“So we can still be best friends?”

“Always.” The girl smiled, splashing him with water.

_________ST____________

1978

“It’s troll’s favorite food!” A big man yelled, running after a seven year old girl with two small pigtails, as a lady and the now twelve year old girl. “Princess!”

“No, Daddy!” The girl yelled, laughing. “No, Daddy!”

“Roasted princess,” the man called, as he lifted her up into the air. “With paprika and gravy!”

“No! No, Daddy. No, Daddy.”

The little girl stopped laughing and started breathing heavily. The family crowded around, worried. “Whoa, hey!” The man let out. “Hey. You alright?”

“Mom, what’s going on?” The twelve year old asked, grabbing her mothers hand.

“I don’t know Y/N.”

“Jim, what’s going on?” The lady asked. “What happening? What happened?”

“I don’t know.” The man responded. “I don’t know.” The man put her down as she started looking around. “Hey, you alright? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax, relax. Honey, honey. Honey, just breath. Breathe, breathe, breathe. In and out. Slow, slow, slow. In and out with me. In…and out.”

“I asked Mrs. Spencer what made the red and she said she didn’t know.” The man read, reading a book to his family, laying next to his youngest daughter in a hospital bed. “And for pity’s sake not to ask her any more questions. She said I must have asked her a thousand already. I suppose I had, too, but how are you gonna find things out if you don’t ask questions? And what does make roads red? ‘Well, I don’t know,’ said Matthew. It just makes me feel glad to be alive…it’s such an interesting world.”

“No!” A girl cried, grabbing a big man’s hand. “I wanna go with you!”

“Y/N/N, what about your mom?” The man asked, getting on his knees to be eye level with the twelve year old girl. “She can’t lose another kid.”

“No! I wanna go with you! She doesn’t care, she only cares about her new boyfriend that doesn’t remind her of Sara!”

“Hey, don’t say that.” The man said, wiping a tear from the girl's face.

“Daddy please? I wanna go with you! I wanna go back to Hawkins! I wanna see Steve again!”

“I know. I know.” 

“Please, don’t make me stay with her! Don’t make me stay with him!”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

_________ST____________

The girl pounded on the door to a house as a twelve year old boy opened the door.

“Steve?” The girl asked, tears in her eyes.

“Y/N/N-bear?”

“Steve,” the girl let out, hugging him tight. “I missed you so much!”

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Steve asked, pulling away to see tears in her eyes and on her face.

“Steve, my dad and I moved back. Sara died, and uh… my parents got a divorce. I was able to come back with him. He’s at work now, but I just didn’t want to be alone.”

“Y/N/N, I’m home!” The man in his police chief uniform called walking into his house one night. “Y/N? Y/N, where are you?” He asked, looking around, looking for his daughter.

“And she’s not with you?” The man asked on the phone the next day.

“No. Why would she be with me? Are you sure she didn’t just spend the night at a friends?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I went home last and she wasn’t there. There was no sign of her, no note, no nothing! It’s not like her to just run away like that.”

#steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x hopper!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #king steve #mom steve #dad!hopper #eleven hopper #eleven x sister #jim hopper #joyce byers #will byers #jonathan byers #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

[fbfh]

No bc Billy is such a fucking caring protective boyfriend. Once he decides you're - for all intents and purposes - part of his pack, he will always protect you. The party, the other teens, even Hopper and Joyce (along with Max and Susan obviously) are all part of his little circle of people that he will never let anything bad happen to. Any time you're having a problem, he can tell. You've just started going straight to Billy when you have a problem because he's so quick to tell when something is wrong. You know why he's so good at picking up on miniscule changes in someone's mood and behavior, and it breaks you heart. But now, like so many other traits and defense mechanisms he's developed, he's able to use them for good, to protect you and your friends. It's not perfect, but it's a huge improvement.

One time you ran up to him, he knew something was wrong just by the way you were walking before he even saw your face, and started telling him everything, trying to hold yourself together. Whether the guys you had bumped into made fun of you or just made you uncomfortable, you know Billy won't let it slide.

"I was just trying to walk my dog, and they won't leave me alone, and-"

He puts a hand on your shoulder, and you know he has this under control.

"Those guys over there?" He asks, voice low and calculated. You nod.

"Stay here." He states, giving your dog an appreciative scratch on the head for helping to look after you. He resolves the issue out of earshot and out of your sight. You don't know the details, but the next time you see those guys, they turn and practically run the other way. When you thank him for taking such good care of you, keeping you safe, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

"'Course. I always will."

Every day that you or one of the kids or even his friends feel safe enough to come and talk to him when you're feeling vulnerable, every day someone comes to him to feel safe is another day he knows he beat the statistics, broke out of the cycle. It's more and more proof that he did it, and he can keep doing it, for you guys and for himself.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove drabbles #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things drabbles #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove antis dni #drabbles #also whoever said billy will do whatever el wants no questions asked was right #all El had to say to Hopper was that Billy's dad was like papa and Hopper FLEW out of his chair to hunt down and arrest the bastard #probably planted something as an excuse #jim 'im the chief of police i can do whatever i want' hopper #hopper ABSOLUTELY took billy under his wing after that #susan and joyce are now mom friends #also this may or may not be inspired by a dream i had last night #i was walking my dog and some weird guys invaded my lawn #i was like BILLY and he just showed up beksbfjd-

[odetodilfs]

Jim Hopper x male reader married headcanons

If you’re an afab guy you can read like 90% of this as I mean male reader in the sense that he uses words like “husband” to refer to you.

--------------------------------------------------------- Here we're working with husband! Jim Hopper, my favorite, imagine any season Hopper you want as this doesn't have a specific season Hop.

CW: public almost sex, I guess a brief mention of internalized homophobia?? and mentions of scent kinks, anal sex/fingering and that's it.

This list is mainly fluff, with some smut.

Also a special thanks to my discord friend, as they helped me to come up with some of these!

He proposed to you after the most luxurious dinner date at Enzo’s, he asked you if you were down for a nightly walk in the forest, after you agreed, you stepped out and knelt down on one knee, before asking you to be his husband, you obviously replied yes.

You both could barely wait to get home, after what seemed like an eternity you finally got home and fucked for hours, alternating between him topping you or him bottoming for you.

For your wedding he quite literally invited the whole of Hawkins, you will never forget his reply when you asked him why: “Darling, this is all so incredible, but why basically the whole town” “Because I want everyone to know you’re mine,” he said, smiling.

On top of you being his, you also agreed to his surname, he also wanted you to have his surname, but he asked you with a lack of confidence that was unusual for him. “Maybe… if you wish…. you could take my surname?” he said, with a shy smile. “Oh my fucking god, yes, Jim, yes”, you smiled “I want to be yours”

The sex didn’t decline or get less common, if anything he seemed even more needy for you, on sex filled nights, after you both collapsed exhausted, he’d constantly try to push his dick back inside you, or he’d try to get his ass back on your dick.

Not that he didn’t do this before your marriage, but after you two were married he would rope you in for a wild, wet kiss right in the middle of the park, him getting off on the fact that everyone could see how fucking in love you both were and how you were his and his only.

Again, in public you would sit on his lap. 

He’d also kiss you so often, literally every 15 minutes you could expect him to kiss you, and for him to call you his beautiful husband, he loved doing that especially since it was hard for him to accept his bisexuality, but now he loved you, and loved the fact he was married to a man.

The night that made both of you cry was when he started sobbing into your chest, telling you how happy you and El made him, how he finally had everything he’d ever wanted, how his wish of having a family and someone to love was there.

He’d hold you as physically close to him as possible and would would whisper things like “I love you so fucking much sweetheart”

The man is secretly a softy, and you couldn’t love that more, he’d tear up a lot as he still isn’t fully used to the amount of love you give him, you loved being able to be his husband, to call yourself that, those 2 magical words “Jim’s husband” always made your day.

As much as he loves eating you out he has the same amount of love for getting eaten out, and you happily satisfy his needs for that, you love tasting his musk on your tongue and you love how he squirms at your tongue in his ass, and occasionally, your fingers rubbing his prostate, and him shooting in your mouth.

Though as much as he loves bottoming, he does top more, but that's fine by you as his dick can make you feel so many things at once

Both of you LOVE scents, while he likes you to wear sweeter scents, such as vanilla or pine cone, he sometimes puts on cologne, but he knows how no scent can do for you other than his musk, be it from his pits, dick, you love his scent, and he knows it, he also loves how your smells mix together during sex.

When you’re sleeping, well “sleeping” according to Jim, he grinds against your ass, only for you to moan as he does this, then he sees you’re awake and the real fun starts.

When in public and he grabs your thigh, crotch, anything that isn’t your hand, you say a quick “Babe!” or “Jim!” while looking at him, he always replies “Huh, can’t touch my husband anymore’” with a teasing little smile, fuck, if it wasn’t so cute you’d scream at him.

As much as he seems very dominant, and trust me, he is, he also has a sub side, letting you cuff him and edge him as well as him doing the same to you, or letting you top him, or teasing him endlessly.

Seems like you’re making this man that used to be grumpy very, very happy…

#jim hopper headcanons #jim hopper smut #jim hopper fluff #jim hopper #jim hopper x male reader #husband! jim hopper #dad bod #david harbour #dad bods are hot #male reader #gay love #hopper is hot #hopper x you

[hopperbrainrot]

im kinda drunk, and really horny for jim hopper

#jim hopper #chief hopper #hopper #stranger things #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper smut #jopper #dad bod jim hopper #stranger things season 4 vol 2 #strangers things 4 #stranger things season 4 #joyce x jim #fat hopper #joyce x hopper #hopper x joyce

[i-writes-things]

Sunhine And Rainbows

Hopper x daughter!reader

request- If you do end up writing for Stranger Things, maybe a group x reader (where reader is like Hopper’s daughter) where reader gets hurt by one of the Upside Down creatures. Just some protective fluff hurt/comfort :) @jessromanoff

Warnings- R being sarcastic the whole time, and kinda sassy, Injuryed R, not editted

Not my Gif*

You had helped save the world, well mainly just Hawkins, twice now, so this wasn't so bad, it didn't even hurt. Your basically immune to pain by now. You were fine. feeling so, perfectly, sunshine and rainbows.

It wasn't like a demogorgan bit and tried to strangle you or anything. Ha ha. No. Not to you. Because everything always happens to you, so obviously you avoided this type of situation.

No, no, it was all so much worse. A Bat shaped Demogorgan thingy almost killed you. It had been such a glorious, fun day!

You knew your dad would be out of his mind worried, and mad, and before even patching you up, he would go, round up the gang of weirdos. literally. And make them all save the world again, because Y/n got a little scratch.

It was more than just a scratch. Your arm wasn't feeling like it was totally connected to you anymore, you were bleeding from your- from somewhere, your stomach was in immense pain, and you had a few scratches lining your neck from the strangling bit of your fight.

-

You trudged back to your house, feeling awful and in pain the whole way, then when you saw your father's old pick up truck were you relieved. He would take care of you, he always had.

"I'm back." You stated walking in.

"There pizza on the table. Could you grab a nap- What the hell happened to you, Y/n?"

"Nothing much."

"Who did this."

"No human on earth could have done this."

"Then what happened??" He was confused and kinda concerned, but you were still standing up right so he just pushed to get some real answers.

"Iwasattackedbyademogorgan."

"English, Y/n."

"I was attacked by a Demogorgan. Dad I feel fine though, my arm could use some ice so could my neck and my stomach kinda hurts, I need to sit down." You push the chair out and sit, taking some deep breaths.

Hopper stared at you, and got up, leaving you in the small kitchen area. He came back a few minutes later with a glass of water a box bandage supplies to clean you up.

"What the hell were you thinking?" He asks moving to wipe the blood from your skin.

"I don't know."

"Well next you do something like this, it's either gonna be the demo dog or you."

"Hopefully, next time I won't be left behind" You mumble under your breath, and hiss as he bandages your forehead.

"Your not leaving this house without me or El, from now on." He demands, and you know you want to say something sassy like, 'who would know if I were to just leave anyhow...' but your mind was fuzzy and was not ready to start making remarks at him while you slowly start to drift in and out of consciousness at the dining table.

"Okay..." Is all you say droopily and don't quite remember much else...

#stranger things #platonic #dad!hopper #dad!hopper x reader #dad!hopper x kid!reader #hopper x you #hopper x y/n #stranger things group #imagines #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #jim hopper #eleven

[strangerxperv]

Welcum Home

A Thot about Step Daddy Jim Hopper

Laying on your tummy in just an oversized thread-bare shirt that once belonged to Hopper. It's yours now with how much you wear it for bed or lounging. But now you're laying on your tummy pretending to be interested in the game. Thighs are spread wide and your feet kick in the air. And your big strong step daddy can see your glistening cunt. Your legs are spread so wide even your lips are parted ever so slightly, so inviting.

Who is he to ignore such a pretty invitation?

His tight grip spreads your cheeks to watch as he blows into your tight hole. His pelvis smacks into you with a slick shlucking and he adds to the slippery heat. A fat glob of spit lands onto your tightest hole before sliding down to where you're joined. Hopper's thick thighs frame your own legs just under your ass. He's in you so deep.

You lay flat, pliant, with your arms folded under your head. Tits squished under your body and despite your lack of movement you feel out of breath. You can feel his balls slapping into you and it reminds you. He's not wearing a condom. Will he be able to pull out? Or will you be giving him a gift in nine months?

#daddy hopper #chief jim hopper #hopper stranger things #chief hopper #jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper stranger things #jim hopper fanfic #jim hopper x reader smut #chief jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x y/n #jim hopper x you #daddy!jim hopper #daddy jim hopper #step dad jim hopper #step dad jim hopper x reader

[luveline]

need need NEED more hop x reader w el they are the CUTEST

“So she’s coming?” El asks. 

Hopper pushes a glass of orange juice in her direction. “Mm-hm.” 

“And she wants to see me.” 

“Yeah, kid, she wants to see you.” 

Eleven’s hair curls just under her ears. Hopper hadn’t suspected her hair would be curly once it began to grow, but it waves gently, and tighter the longer it becomes. He doesn’t know how to take care of it. He only just taught her how to use shampoo and conditioner without leaving all the suds in. 

She scratches it. “What are you looking at?” 

“Nothing.” He ruffles her hair. “Eat your breakfast. You can get changed when you’re done. You need me to help you find something?” 

“No. I like choosing.” 

Hopper knows. She isn’t good at matching yet, but she’ll get there. 

She eats her breakfast too quickly, doesn’t drink her juice, and doesn’t put her plate in the sink before she goes, but Hopper doesn’t bother getting mad. He’s trying to be less moody. He’s also trying to be understanding; she’s learning to be a normal kid. Most normal kids are slobs. 

“Can we have dessert?” El shouts from her room. 

“You can have a snack later.” 

“Please?” 

“You can have some chips once you get dressed. Are you still hungry, or–?” 

“Snacks,” she says, turning on her radio. 

Hopper nods, laughing to himself when there’s a knock at the door. He’s been waiting to see you all weekend, and he walks to the door with a terrible smugness about him to let you in. 

“Hello,” he says, wedging the creaky frame open with his shoe. 

“Hi, handsome.” You look up into his eyes, fresh-faced like you’ve had a good scrub and dressed for a day in the house in cuffless sweatpants and a hoodie he thinks might be his. “Wow, nice shirt, hotshot. What is that? The Hawkins Police Department fun run of eighty two? That’s vintage.” 

He leans down to kiss you hello. 

“Oh, hi,” you flirt. 

You’re confident when you know you’re loved, he’s found. Still the homespun woman he knew you to be, but affectionate once you’re comfortable. He smiles into your mouth and pulls you tight to his chest, lifting you off of your feet for a millisecond before placing you back down. 

“Where’s my girl?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says. 

“El?” you call. You slide around him to find her but turn back, “Did you ask her about the hugging?” 

“She says it’s fine.” 

“Like, she wants to?” 

It had been a strange conversation. Hopper is used to telling El things, or being told things by her. He didn’t ask her what she likes for breakfast, he just kept guessing until he found the right stuff. She never asked him if she could sit in his side during movies, she just inched closer until he put his arm around her. 

“She wants to,” Hopper says. She’d seemed perturbed by the question, sure, but it ended with her happy little smile through a handful of popcorn. 

“El?” you call again. 

“Kid! Your best friend is here!” Hopper shouts. 

Thunder from her bedroom, a door swung open and slapping the wall. “Y/N?” she asks, the skirt of her dress swinging as she pauses in the doorway. 

You smile and step forward. You’re tentative but excited all the same, laughing as you wrap your arms around her shoulders, and pat her back. “Hi, beautiful.” 

“Where have you been? It’s two weeks.” 

“Yeah? I didn’t mean to not see you for so long, I’m sorry.” 

“Hop says you have lots to do.” 

“There’s a leak in my bathroom,” you take her by the shoulders. “Aw, this is nice. When’d you get this? It’s light and summery.” 

“Hop… from a catalogue.” 

You raise your brows at him, grinning. “That’s nice. How many did you get?” 

“We got five.” 

“Five! From the catalogue!” You hold her hand. “Hop must really like you, huh? Who can blame him?” 

El looks down at your joined hands. Hopper feels his skeptic heart softening. “He likes you, too.” 

“But do we like him?” you joke, letting go of her hand to put your arm behind her back instead. You give Hopper a look. 

“What?” he asks. 

“I was thinking we’d go out for milkshakes?” 

Hopper bites his tongue. El has a birth certificate now, she’s his daughter, she can’t be taken, but going out with her into the world draws stares and derision alike. People can tell she’s abnormal, and he can’t stand that. She doesn’t deserve to be gawked at for talking a little slowly, or messing with stuff she doesn’t understand. 

But he doesn’t want her feeling punished for those things either. 

“Get your jacket, El.” She beams, rushing for her room. “She’s gonna love the jukebox,” Hopper says. 

You meander back into his arms, kissing his stubbly cheek. He pretends to nudge you away.

#jim hopper x y/n #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper #jim hopper imagine #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x fem!reader #dad!jim hopper #dad!jim hopper x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #jim hopper fanfiction #jim hopper fandom #jim hopper fanfic #jim hopper fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #jim hopper fluff

[natlovessoup]

On My Way - Jim Hopper x Single Mom!Reader

PROLOGUE

Pairing: Jim Hopper x (Single-ish)Mom!Reader

Featuring: You and your daughter Willow are running away, trying to catch the train in time. :)

Summary: Together with her daughter Willow, Y/N tries to get away from her abusive husband. Running away from home, she takes shelter in her sister Joyce's house a few towns over. Here Y/N tries to build a better life for herself and her daughter, she meets Jim and Eleven and becomes a better aunt to her nephews, Will and Jonathan.

But what happens when her husband comes back into their lives, trying to make it a living hell? Will he pull apart the stable base she has created for her and her daughter?

TW: trauma, abuse mentions, (i'll update as the fic is progressing)

A/N: the prologue is here! i hope you'll enjoy this fic as much as i am excited to write this!

Find the masterlist, here! Or find the fic on AO3 here!

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The twigs and leaves on the ground made a snapping and crunching sound every time the little girl put her foot down to make a step. In her mind, she was pointing out all the things she saw around her. There were many trees and bushes, leaves and branches. She tried to name every colour she saw, even though she knew so little of them. The girl loved how autumn had the power to change every colour from bright, happy colours to cosy ones such as gold, red and brown. She loved watching the sunset, how the sun said goodnight by showing a painting of colours the little girl had never seen in her short period of life. 

With a bright smile on her face, she glanced up to look at the blissful look on her mother's face. They’d been walking for a while now, and the girl had no idea where they were going, all she knew was that she enjoyed the time she got to spend with her mother. Gently tugging at the coat of her mother's coat to grab her attention, they stopped walking and her mother asked what was going on.

“I’m thirsty.” The girl answered. Her mother smiled and crouched down onto her knees, taking the big backpack from her back and rummaging through the contents. She found a juice box, opened the flaps on the top so her daughter could hold it better and inserted the straw before handing it over. 

“Here you go, baby.” She muttered and went through the contents of the backpack again to find a can of soda. “We’ll have a little break before continuing, okay? We need to catch the train before night falls and it will arrive fast.” She said while looking at her watch. They still needed to walk a mile, which would take around ten minutes. The train would leave in twenty-five minutes so they could afford a little break before finishing up the last part. The girl nodded and sat down next to her mother. They both looked into the path in front of them. It didn’t seem to end, as if this path was endlessly surrounded by nature. The girl sighed out of relief, her feet were beginning to hurt a little. Of course, her mother carried her most of the way, but when her mom mentioned they were almost there and when the girl asked if she could walk the rest of the way she agreed. Even though they left home suddenly and unprepared, they still had enough time. 

“Mom?” The child asked. Her mother only hummed in response. 

“Why have we been walking so long?”

It took a moment for her mother to formulate a response. What was there to say? A lot actually, but the girl didn’t need to know all of that. She didn’t need to be made to understand the reality of the situation despite having experienced it. How could she explain that the reason they have been walking so much is because they are running away? How she packed her backpack with their most important stuff, leaving everything behind? How her daughter never will be able to see her father again? 

She sighed and looked at her daughter's face. She’s lucky to see her own eyes staring back at her, that her daughter is a mini-version of herself, instead of the man they’re running away from. She smiles sadly, reaching out to put a string of hair behind the girl's ear. 

“Do you remember the story about the Willow tree?”

The girl nodded, gently resting her head in the hand palm of her mother which was resting on the girl's cheek. “That’s the story about how I got my name, right?”

The mother’s smile got wider and she chuckled. 

“That’s right honey. In the story a girl and I used to spend hours upon hours under this tree, chatting and drawing and playing games. This was the time in my life when I was grateful for nature, for the sun and for the freedom we could experience. It might have been the second most happy moment in my life.”

The girl tilted her head a little to the right, making a face that reminded her mother of a puppy begging for some food. She snickered, tapped the girl's nose and said: “You being born was obviously my number one most happy moment in my life.” Of course, that made the little girl giggle a lot. 

While checking her watch, she realized they had stayed for way too long and they needed to hurry if they were to catch the train. She packed up the empty juice box and soda can, stood up and made herself ready for the last mile.

“Come on, love bug. Hop up and we’ll race to the train! If we get there before it leaves, I’ll buy you an ice cream at the next stop. Yeah?” She tried to make her voice as excited as she could, so her daughter would try to stay awake and not be cranky for the last part of the trip. The girl jumped up and clung on for dear life around her mother's waist. Singing songs, telling jokes and quite literally racing the last part, they reached the train station in time.

The train stopped with loud whistles and screeching from the brakes and with cracking noises, the doors opened. Together the mother and daughter stood there, in front of a door that would take them into a new chapter of their lives, leaving the old one behind. A start of a clean slate. A new beginning. 

The mother looked at her daughter's face, holding her hand steady and with a deep sigh she said: “Let’s go see your aunt.”

And they stepped onto the train, taking them to their next destination.

#jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #reader insert #jim hopper x mom!reader #jim hopper x single mom!reader #jim hopper x you #dad!jim hopper x reader #dad!jim hopper x mom!reader #dad!jim hopper x single mom!reader #stranger things #eleven #jane hopper #el hopper #mother reader #jim hopper fluff #jim hopper x reader fluff

[swiftieblyth]

Y/N Hopper

I’ve been working on a Steve Harrington x best friend Hopper reader but the reader was kidnapped by Papa and experimented on!

more info to come with the prologue to the series later today!

#steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x hopper!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #king steve #mom steve #dad!hopper #eleven hopper #eleven x sister #jim hopper #joyce byers #will byers #jonathan byers #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

[sleep-paralysis-buddy]

Want

Jim Hopper x Reader

Warnings: smut, age gap, size kink slightly, praise, foul language, Jim being fucking oblivious.

Hoppers old.

Or getting there at least.

And he knows it.

   But somehow you're still here in his bed, your youthful cheek squished against his chest, your arm thrown around his middle that he knows isn't as toned as it used to be. 'A Dad bod,' you'd called it. Said it was hot. He'd just rolled his eyes, giving your ass a playful swat.

   You'd met when you began secretary work at the police station. It was a long, pining heavy minute before he ever approached you romantically. You'd flirted with him, or tried, but he couldn't possibly fathom someone as young and vibrant as you wanting him. He'd tried to avoid you, despite working so closely together. That all changed one night when he had to stay late to do paperwork, and you'd volunteered to stay behind to help. He'd tried insisting you go home, telling you he'd take care of it, saying you should get some rest. But you'd stayed, helpfully pointing out that it'd go twice as fast with 2 people.

   So there he was, 1am with the prettiest girl to give him any attention in a long time, your thigh bumping his under the table. He crosses his legs. Partially to put space between the two of you, partially to hide the growing tent at the front of his pants.

The view you'd given him wasn't helping. The white button down you wore was slightly undone at top, unbuttoned in you're frustration, allowing him a view of your breasts swelling past the top of your bra everytime you bent to retrieve your dropped pen.

   You're barely through half the stack of reports and files when you suddenly stand and lean across him, your hair in his face, your chest brushing his arm.

   'Sorry Cheif, just looking for the notes that go with this case,' you explained, flipping through the stack. He let out an involuntary groan, the scent of your shampoo flooding his senses, his cock straining painfully against his pants. If you heard, you never let on, finding the folder you were looking for and sitting back down. Looking back now, the memory makes him chuckle, wondering how he'd been so oblivious to your advances.

   'I'm gonna..ima run to my office quick,' he said, standing and turning quickly, 'left some notes somewhere in my desk. Might be a minute.'

   'O-oh! Take your time!' You told him, but you looked-and it had to be his mind playing tricks on him-disappointed? He shook his head as he hurried off to his office, quickly shutting the door behind him, fumbling with his belt, desperate for some relief from the pressure. He fell back into his chair, giving his throbbing cock a couple long pumps.

   'Fuuuck,' he breathed, precum leaking out of the angry red tip and onto his fingers. He used it to glide his hand over himself with ease, moaning as he imagined it was your spit, your pretty lips wrapped around him, bobbing your head up and down, those big innocent eyes staring into his. Your name tumbles from his mouth, sweet on his tongue.

   Just as he felt his release rising in him, there was a knock on the door.

His door.

That he forgot to lock.

    There was no time to stuff himself back into his pants before you're opening the door and peaking your head in, so he just spun his chair to face front, hiding his lap under his desk.

   'Hop? Everything good? You find those papers?' You asked, knitting your eyebrows together, making him want to kiss the bump that formed between them.

   'Oh, yea, no, sorry,' he said a little too quickly, 'I uh, I think Flow might have had them last, but she keeps her desk locked at night. No big deal.' He shrugged, wishing you'd take his explanation and leave. He was still exposed under his desk, twitching, his release still sitting on the brink.

   Instead of leaving, you stride into the room, shutting the door behind you, 'maybe they're still in here. Here, lemme che-,' you'd walked around the edge of his desk and he'd nearly jumped to stop you.

   'No! That's REALLY ok, it doesn't matt-,' he didn't speak quickly enough, watching in horror as you shut the drawer open next him, finally exposing his dirty secret to yourself. He braced himself, ready for you to scream, ready for you to call him a dirty old man, a pig, ready for the profanities to spill like venom from the mouth he'd wished so many times to kiss.

   But it never came. You just stood there, your mouth open in a small O shape, your clear and intelligent eyes wide.

   'I'm so sorry,' he breathed, and moved to pull his pants back up, his face cherry red, 'God, I'm sorry, please-' you stopped him in his tracks, resting your small, soft hand on one of his large calloused ones. You bit your lip and looked up through your lashes at him, and he swears he's never wanted anyone or anything like he did in that moment.

   'I thought- thought you-,' you spoke softly, fumbling over your words, and then you whispered 'I thought you didn't want me.'

   He pulled you forward by your waist at this, leaning his forehead against yours and breathing out shakily, 'you have no idea how long I've wanted...' He trailed off, brushing his hands lightly over both sides of your face, like you're delicate and precious, like he could break you if he touched you too hard.

He wanted to break you.

   'Can- can I?' He looked at your lips as he asked his half question. He didn't need to finish. You knew what he meant because you wanted the same thing. You nodded slowly and bit your lip again. He threw  his head back and whispered a curse under his breath, and sighed, 'let me do that for you.'

   He kissed you softly at first, his pointer finger and thumb tilting your head by your chin. And then he got hungrier, greedier. He kissed you like you were fresh air and he was a man drowning, his fingers digging so hard into your sides that you could imagine his fingerprints bruising onto your skin, his teeth nipping the soft flesh. He kissed down your jaw and neck, his stubble scratching and tickling your skin in just the right way, and you moaned, digging your nails into his back. He pulled you down onto his thigh, one leg on each side of his, the pressure and friction on your clit making you dizzy.

   'So damn beautiful,' he said it against your skin, like it pained him, and it did. In his mind, this was a fluke. There was no way you'd want him more than once. Sex with an older man, that's all it was. Just a taboo to you.

   So when you ran your hands down his chest and sang his praises, he thought he was going to melt right then and there.

   He put his hands on your hips and began guiding you on his thigh, relishing the way your eyes flit back into your head. 'Yeah sweet girl? Feel good? Come on, ride my thigh, get yourself nice and wet for me. That's a good girl' he growled the last part, ripping open your shirt, the snap buttons coming open with a loud CLACK. He bent his head and softly kissed your chest, sucking and leaving hickeys anywhere that wasn't covered by your bra.

   As if reading his mind, you reached around and undid the clasp, letting both your shirt and your bra fall off your shoulders. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he looked at you. The moonlight from the window behind him illuminating your skin, your head thrown back and your eyes shut tight as you ground yourself onto him. The need to be close to you was settled in his very bones, every fiber of his being wanted you like an addict wants a drug.

   He had so much he wanted to do. He wanted to sit you on the desk and bury his face between the pillowy thighs he so often found himself daydreaming about. Wanted to see you bruising your knees for him, your eyes glassy while he hits the back of your throat. But all that could wait. He needed you too badly to take his time, to worship your body like the alter it was to him.

   'Want me pumpkin? Hm? Need me to stretch you out good? Make you feel full?' He purred, brushing the hair from your face. You could hardly answer, your mind already so scrambled for him, babbling your pleas and cries.

   He lifted you by your thighs, his hands finding home on your ass under your skirt as he held you above him, ready to lower you down onto him. He couldn't believe his luck as he watched you in wonder, his head falling forwards and into the crook your neck as you lowered yourself onto him, your tightness wrapping around him, ripping a loud, full moan from his throat. He helped you bounce, keeping you upright as you fucked yourself onto him, kissing him hard and deliberately.

   'Jus' like that honey. Fuck, you're so good. Wanted you for so long. Drive me absolutely insane,' you felt him say against your lips. He hugged you tight to him, one hand cradling the back of your head, and bucked his hips up into yours, holding you and cooing sweet praises as he used you, just like he always wanted to. The amount of times he'd imagined this exact scenario at night, when the only one to keep him company was his hand, was uncountable.

   He could feel his orgasam rising again already, and he would have been disappointed in himself if he couldn't feel you reaching your own breaking point.

   'Gonna cum for me? Hm? Gonna cum for your Police Cheif like a good little whore?' Oh, he was loving this. 'Where do you want it baby? Where do you want me to cum? All over that pretty face? On those perfect tits of yours?'

   You're were panting, your face pressed to his shoulder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

   'Jim- I,' you stumbled over your words, moaning as he hit your sweet spot over and over again, 'pill. Have the pill.'

   His head spun, 'yea? Want me to fill you up with my cum? I wanna see it leaking all over those perfect fucking thighs of yours, oh FU-' he almost loses himself to his own words, hips slamming messily against your ass.

   'Cum for me princess. That's it, be a good girl, scream it for me.'

   And you did, your release white hot. You pulled down the collar of his shirt, biting his shoulder, leaving teeth marks he was still admiring in the mirror the next day.

   He followed you closely, shooting thick, hot ropes inside of you, moaning and cursing, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as you shook against him.

   'Did so good f'me honey. Made me cum so hard. God,'  he buried his face in your neck and breathed in, high off the scent of you and him mixed together.

  

Now, as you stir against him, whining softly in your sleep when he kisses your forehead because he just can't help himself, he smiles softly.

   He might be old, but damn do you love him. And if a few gray hairs don't bother you, then he can keep coping with it.

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[munsonsprincess11111]

Your under ar- where'd he go.

Eddie munson x hopper!reader

Summary: I'm living for Eddie x hoppers daughter so... Eddie gets arrested by hopper and daniels one night and he manages to run away. But he runs to your house. Still in cuffs.

"Don't make this harder, then it needs to be, munson," Hopper said, cuffing Eddie's hands behind his back. Eddie got caught driving while smoking a joint. Now he's pressed up against his van with hopper, cuffing him and Officer daniels taking notes.

Eddie starts to think. He could try to pick the cuffs, but the hopper would notice. Then he had an amazing idea. With his hands still close together, Eddie was able to slip two of the rings off of his left hand and hold them in his right.

He peeked over his shoulder quickly to see hopper looking at daniels as they spoke. Eddie moved his hands slightly to the left and threw them as hard as he could at the side of the van. Hopper let go of eddies back as his hand flew to the gun in his pocket. Officer daniels did the same.

With them both distracted Eddie bolted. He ran as fast as he could. "OH shit munson!" Hopper shouted behind him. But Eddie didn't stop. The to cops chase after him but they eventually run out of breath and have to stop. Giving Eddie the perfect escape route.

"How is that kid so fast?" Officer daniels pants. "Not a bloody clue" Hopper says whipping the swet off his head. But it leads Hopper to think. Where could he possibly go with cuffs on.

-

Your laying in your bed listening to music quietly as you rearrange your room... again...

Els sat in the living room watching TV. She hears a knock at the door. An eager, frustrated, sounding knock. Els not allowed to answer the door. "Y/n, there's someone banging on the door." She calls out for you.

You exit your room and approach the living room door grabbing the bat by the door and checking the guns still behind the door. This could be anyone from a drunk Nancy to the government looking for el. Your taking no chances.

You open the door and raise the bat as a warning. "Christ y/n don't hit me." Eddie shouts. You lower the back seeing it only being your boyfriend. You rush him Inside confused by his antics. Then you see his hands in cuffs behind his back and him out of breath dripping with swet.

"Are you OK? Why are you in cuffs? What happend?" You panic slightly. Eddie steps to you trying to hold you but being stopped by the handcuffs... then looking annoyed and just pissed.

"Babe I'm fine. I was smoking a joint while driving home and I got pulled by your amazing father and daniels. Calm down hunny." Eddie says smiling at you. You guide him to the kitchen.

You go through the draw of keys seeing if one will fit in the key hole of the cuffs. To your luck one do and you free Eddie. He rubs his wrists and you see the red imprints the cuffs left on him. "Thanks princess" he says hugging you finally. You hug him back.

He looks down and kisses you sweetly. "What would I do without ya?" HE says keeping his face close to yours.

"Still be in handcuffs." You laugh kissing Eddie. He nods raising his brows. You stay like that in the kitchen for a moment when you hear the front door unlock, open, and get closed and locked.

You hear the drop of your dad's heavy boots. "You OK dad?" El askes frowning at him.

"I'm fine we arrested munson boy but he ran away and now I've lost another set of perfectly good cuffs to that little shit." HE complains about to el hanging his coat up. As he sits in his recliner you enter the living room smiling.

Before hopper can say anything Eddie steps in behind you swinging the cuffs on one finger. "OH these cuffs Jim?" Eddie askes grinning ear to ear. You look to your dad and see the annoyance take over. "You really ran away from me and came to my house." HE says angrily. Eddie nods still grinning.

Then your dad's eyes snap to you. "We had the key so I unlocked them." You say smiling worriedly. "OH relax babe he's just annoyed you got to see me before he did." Eddie says trying to get you out the shit for helping him.

"You know what I'm to tired for this shit. Munson you win this one but I'll get ya next time." Hopper says leaning back in his seat as el passes him a cup of tea. He smiles at her.

"Sure hop maybe I'll let you win when I get some bail money in let you feel victorious." Eddie says sitting next to you pulling you into his side. Everyone stays quiet as the show plays on the TV. You yawn and suggest bed and your dad tells Eddie he can stay the night door stays open. You enter your room and Eddie closes the door.

You change into one of Eddie's hoodies he left once and he just strips into boxers. You get into your bed and eddies hand finds your ass giving it a squeeze while smirking.

"Please stop getting in trouble with my dad I'm sick of getting the cuffs off of you." You mumble.

"NO promises." HE smirks eyes closed.

"Atleast try for me?" You ask moving closer.

"OK ill try." HE mumbles back in pretend annoyance.

"Thank you."

"I love you." He says kissing you sweetly.

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

"Bitch."

"You love it."

As you both start to drift off to sleep. Your door flings open "door. Stays. Open. For gods sake." You dad shouts walking off. You throw your head on the pillow as Eddie laughs quietly.

"See babe I'm made for causing trouble to your dad. I'm breaking the rules just laying here." HE smirks kissing you smirking.

He was an absolute idiot. But you wouldn't have him any other way.

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[odetodilfs]

Under the Mistletoe

Jim Hopper (santa crossover) x male reader

CW: Daddy kink, degrading kink and Santa costume.

Fluff and Smut

You were searching again for that christmas decoration Jim loved putting on the tree, now even if it was 1 week till Christmas Eve, you hadn’t put your tree up. However the reason was that last weekend Hopper had been fucking you so hard and so long (literally fucked like 6 hours a day) you could barely walk for most of this week, and Jim loved setting up the Christmas stuff with you. Now that you recovered, Jim was putting things around the house and you were decorating the tree. You found some mistletoe in the box.. and you got a little idea. You found Jim putting some decorations in the dining room, you hugged him from behind, this was no easy task considering how big he was, but you managed, slightly grinding your dick against his ass, fuck, it looked so big and juicy, it was hard to not tear the jeans off and fuck him hard like he deserved for teasing you. “Hey baby…” he said, chuckling, you held the mistletoe as high as you could as he turned around, “Hey, there’s mistletoe above us” you said, smirking, it sounded so cheesy, but you needed a good excuse to kiss him (not like he wouldn’t kiss you every minute of the day he could). “Mmmm” he said, he started kissing you all over your face, his mustache tickling you, “my baby” he said between kisses.

He had enough, he moved in and took you in his arms as he locked his lips on yours… you could feel his cock hardening, he led you to your room and laid you down on the bed, “Hmmm” he said, taking your clothes off, exposing you, your dick hard as rock now and leaking, when you took off his clothes, his dick was also hard and leaking that hot, tasty precum, “Have something ready for me, I’ll be back in 5 minutes” he said, he left and you were there, horny, desperate for his cock, you grabbed the lube off the nightstand and started fingering yourself, your ass still slightly stretched out from last week’s brutal fucks he gave you. After 5 minutes the door opened, to reveal Hopper in a red Santa suit, his belly showing through the separation of the suit. “Oh god..” you said, he walked in with a smirk, before kissing you.

“Have you been a good boy, baby?” he asked, in a husky tone that sounded like sex, there were two routes you could go, good or bad boy, and the bad boy seemed to be the best one, him fucking you hard to punish you, “I’ve been such a bad boy daddy” you said, head down, his expression changed, 

“Yeah? What have you done?” he asked, “This” you showed him your hole, wet and stretched, almost pulsating, this was too much for Hopper, he needed to fuck you there, but not now, not before you had properly received your punishment,

“I’m going to give you a second chance, so be a good boy and get on your knees” you disobeyed him, just to annoy him slightly, “Didn’t you fucking hear me?” he asked, “GET. ON. YOUR. FUCKING. KNEES!!” he screamed, you dropped down on your knees, he held his dick close to your mouth, you could smell his cock, this made you want it even more down your throat, you pushed against his hand on your neck to try and get to his cock, “Look at you, pathetic little slut, so desperate for my cock” he said, “Suck it good,” he said, “make a single mistake and I’ll bend you over here and fuck you hard until you pass out”

You sucked his dick like your life depended on it, tasting him, his precum coating your tongue as he encouraged you, “good boy, you’re being such a good boy right now baby…” he said, this made you do it even harder as he moaned, after a few minutes of this he said “Ok that’s enough boy,” but you ignored him, you kept sucking, “I said- ah- enough!!” he pulled your head off his dick with a lot of strength, you were gasping for air as a slap across the face awoke you, “Bad boy, can’t get enough of daddy’s dick…” he said, lubing his dick up and pressing it onto your ass…

The feeling the head of his dick provided to your ass was making you beg him to slam it into you, but you waited because you knew he’d do what he wants to do. He slowly started putting his dick inside you, you felt the feeling of his Santa suit on your thigh which turned you on even more. 

“Say you’ve been a bad boy darling, tell me how much punishment you need” he said, huskily. “Oh daddy, I’ve been a very bad boy, I need to be punished so much…” you said, submissively, “Oh yeah? Very well then, enjoy the ride on daddy’s dick boy” he said, this made you absolutely weak and you gave up your final barrier and he started ramming into you. 

He rammed you hard for the next 2 hours, non stop and you could feel how loose your hole was. You had lost count of your orgasms by now, the fuck almost turning painful because of the overstimulation, you felt another orgasm as arched your back and clenched your ass around Hopper’s cock, stimulating a load out of the man, his fourth load that he’d deposited in your ass, you weren’t sure if you had actually had an orgasm, because you felt nothing come out your dick… the man had left you quite literally dry. He took off his Santa suit, “Fucking amazing baby…” he said, looking at your gaping hole leaking out. “It really…. was-” you said, barely able to speak from how much you moaned, he smacked your used hole and you squealed in half pleasure and half pain, “yeah, smacking that not so tight hole” he said. “Who’s hole is this, boy?” “Y-yours daddy-” you said as he smacked your ass. He took off the suit as he was too warm and he scooped you up in his arms and started kissing you, “Merry Christmas baby…” he said, carrying on trailing kisses all over you, “Merry Christmas darling..” you responded. “We finish the decoration tomorrow, and hopefully your hot ass won’t pause me in the middle of it”

“I’ll try not to darling” “Wanna sleep?” he said pulling you in, your head on the hair on his chest,

“Of course babe” you replied, you wanted to feel him so bad.

“Sleep tight sweetheart” he said, “I can’t after how long we fucked… hehe,” you said

“Yeah, sleep well though, I love you” “Love you too” you said as you slept on his chest.

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[hopperbrainrot]

jim hopper better be chunky again in s5 or i swear to god

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