#hopper smut

[medium-rare-bimbo]

Stepdad hopper!!

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MINORS DNI

Contains: stepcest, dubcon, age gap, cheating

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♡ your mother hadnt been home as much as he wanted her to be meaning he had a lot of pent up needs that he needed to release :(( his hand wasnt soft enough to give him the feeling he wants, his rough callous hands would pump his cock for hours yet still be unsatisfied not to mention the playboy magazines didnt compare to a real womens body

♡ he would be lying if he said he didnt like you before the blue balls hit in fact he had these perverted thoughts as soon as his eyes laid upon you and your short dress and frilly socks, your doe eyes peering up at him as your mother introduced you both, the quiver of your lip as you watched him stalk closer, taking in his entire form

♡ hed be lying if he said he didnt think about you when he slept with your mother. Hed be lying if he said he just saw you as a daughter. Hed be lying if he said he didnt listen to you touch yourself. Hed be a bigger liar if he said he didnt watch you through the gap in your door.

♡ he comes home, angry, a bad day with bad people, he sees you all cute and pretty wearing his favourite sundress with the pink frilly apron he got you. He cant help himself, his instincts are practically howling at him to pick you up and force his cock inside you

♡ you turn to him, wide eyes a smile on your face as you grab the plate of cookies you had made earlier in the day, unsurprisingly your mother is nowhere to be found so it's just you and him in the house

♡ "hey kid where's your mom?"

"mom said she would be home late, something about work and paper, so I made dinner for us! I made cookies too but you can only have one right now, I dont want you to ruin your appetite"

♡ god how he loved you, always taking care of him like the good girl you are, making sure he eats, making sure he gets to work on time, checking up on him, asking how his day was. He adored you <3

"What are we having?"

♡ he pulls out a chair, ready to sit at the dinner table until you stop him

"We can sit in the living room! Mom isnt here so she cant tell us what to do OH! and we're having chicken alfredo"

♡ your eyes crease as you smile at him looking for approval as you peered up at your stepfather, he smiled back, a small smile but a smile nonetheless. He grabbed a cookie, muttering a thank you before popping it in his mouth as he walked to the living room

" you- um you can take a shower if youd like, um-the food wont be done until later a-and you can be all clean before you eat"

♡ you meek voice called out to him shaking with nerves as you talk to him. He huffed out a laugh and nodded his head, turning to head up stairs behind him, he heard your sigh in satisfaction as you watch the big man clamber up the stairs

♡ he groaned as the water hit his tensed muscles, the stress from his body leaving as the warm water came down on him. He was tempted to touched his cock but he feared that he wouldnt be able to control the noises that croaked out of him, despite all his fantasies he didnt want you to come into the bathroom thinking he was hurt only to see his cock out

♡ he dried himself before cursing realising he forgot his clothes. Hopper wrapped the towel around his waist before calling out to you

"Y/N! can you get me some clothes I forgot to grab them"

♡ he heard you shout in confirmation as he leaned back against the bathroom sink. Hearing your footsteps he trotted closer to the door prepared for your hand to shoot in with his clothes, instead the door opened and you stood there with his folded clothes. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened and closed trying to stutter out a response as your face heated up

"I- um- I- okay"

♡ His giant body loomed over yours as you stood frozen in place, staring at this god of a man. Droplets of water dripped down from his neck to his chest going lower and lower until they hit the towel hanging low on his hips.

"'Okay'? Can I have my clothes now?"

"YES- I mean um yes here you go"

♡ you didnt walk away as he grabbed them though, you watched as he took them from your hands, his finger brushing over yours. He stared you down like prey wating for you to do something. the moral part of him wanted you to leave but another part wanted you to act on the thoughts swirling around your head

"Are you going to leave?"

"Yeah I just um- yeah.."

♡ you made no attempt to move too busy gawking at him to hear him properly.

"If you keep standing there you'll have to see things you wont be able to unsee"

♡ that seemed to snap you out of whatever daze you were stuck in, your eyes flicking up to his face as your pupils seemed to turn into black holes. Your mouth trembled as you tried to blurt out anything that came to mind but the thoughts were unholy and youd ruin your mothers relationship if you spoke them

♡ he lurked closer to you letting you smell the musk of his newly fresh body, your thighs pressed together drawing his eyes toward them, Hopper stared down at you reaching his hand to your shoulder and placing it there.

"Are you going to be a good girl and leave?"

♡ You nodded yet still made no attempt to move, breathless and lust driven. He scoffed as you stood still, backing away and unfolding his clothes. Before you could process what was about to happen the towel dropped and in all its glory stood his semi hard cock, He pulled his boxers on and then his pants smiling to himself as your eyes continued to eat him.

♡ he while putting on his shirt he heard a quivering murmur leave your mouth to which he looked at you, staring at you as if asking you to repeat what you said

"I didn't say anything I just- i was thinking out loud"

"Thinking out loud? About what?"

"I um... i cant say"

♡ he huffed out a laugh rolling his eyes

"We're both adults here you can say what you want I wont take offense"

"I um.."

"Go on baby.. repeat what you said"

"I said.. I said my mothers a lucky women"

♡your voiced phased out by the end but he xouldnt care less he understood what you whispered perfectly. His skin prickled with excitement he had been waiting for this day, waiting for you to say something.

"Really? You wanna play house then?"

"I- what"

"You can be mommy and I'll be daddy how about that?"

"I'd love to but I dont think-"

♡ Hopper cuts you off with his lips, silencing anything that came out of your mouth after "id love to", his arms wrapping around your body holding you against him.

♡ he breaks the kiss, pushing you against the wall and once again slamming his lips into yours, stopping any noise from exiting, his moustache scratched your face as you clawed your way at him look for something to steady yourself with, teeth, tongues and spit collided with eachother as he claimed your mouth. Your legs wrapping around his waist as he encased your body

♡ his hands inched their way between your thighs grazing up and down the soft skin, slowly but surely working his way to the pantie covered mound. Hopper circled the area where your neglected clit lay, a single finger swirled around your most sensitive area.

♡ he let your hips jerk up for more stimulation (hed have to teach you some manners later) his bear like hands made their way to the middle of your panties feeling the wet spot your juices had left behind. He groaned into your mouth, an animal like snarl as he pried and groped at your most private part of your body

♡ his cock ground into your thigh the thickness of his manhood pressing against your skin and all though he was wearing pants the tight confines of the fabric didnt shy away from the intimidating size of it. Your head threw itself back as you released a pornagrpahic moan

♡ pulling your panties to the side he finally feels you skin to skin, he growls as his finger get sticky from your slick. his heavy finger eased itself into you stretching the tight hole to prepare for his cock. Despite your wetness dripping from you and soaking his fingers you were still so tight compared to him.

♡ his finger swirled inside you getting a feel of the spongy walls he so desperately thought about. When he slipped his another finger inside of you it felt like a scolding knife and although the pain burned the pleasure burnt brighter, you collapsed into him head laying on his chest and arms curled up in his shirt

♡ his hand left your hole inching it's way to his pants pulling them down to release the throbbing monster attached to his body. Hopper rubbed the swollen precum coated head along you cunt feeling you juices cling to him inviting him to enter you

♡ hopper forced himself into your tight hole, stretching you so much that you dont think any man will be able to fill you the same, you could feel every vein of his thick cock, the way it pulsed as it breached your hole, the way precum leaked out of the swollen head almost begging to enter your womb. You could feel all of him and at some points you felt as if you were going to rip in two from how big he was

"Thaaats it take it for daddy baby"

♡ his thrusts started out slow, tempered and gentle letting your now ruined cunt get used to the abuse he was putting it through, each vein caught on your walls making you fall limp against him however his rhythm picked up as time went on, he was a strong man but not strong enough to control himself around you

♡ your legs are pinned to your chest by his massive hands, your calves resting on his shoulders as he pounds his thick cock up into you, each thrust faulting as he breaches your cervix, youre jolting everytime his dick twitches, his hands forcing your body into itself pressing down on the bulge in your stomach.

♡ you dont know where to put your hands too overwhelmed with the appendage abusing your cunt, your slick and juices are dripping out of your newly damaged cunt and onto hoppers balls and down his thick hairy thighs.

♡ the house is filled with moans, groans, squeals and the sound of skin smacking together but neither of you care. His entire body is encapsulating yours, his frame hanging over you as he uses you for his own pleasure

"My good girl- my- my girl- fuck-"

"DA- daddy- plEAse please please please oh god- PLEASE gentle! Be gentle y'go-gonna break me cant- cant take this! S'too muuuuch"

♡ your sobs seem to fall on deaf ears as his instincts kick in. his mouth made subtle marks on your neck the feral part of him wanted to mark you until you couldnt breath, until your neck collapses in on itself and you have no other choice but to show everyone who you belong to but.. he knows it wouldn't go over well with your mother, he knows that you would never tell her, he knows that youd lie and he knows your mother will pry pry and pry until she figures out that her husband was fucking her daughter.

"That's it baby doing so well for me- T-" he thrusts into you body harshly causing you to pathetically squeal  "TAking it so well"

♡ the noises coming from you were nothing but sounds, too cock drunk to form a sentence (not that he minded, he knew his little girl couldnt take him without getting dumb) whines and choked moans flowed out of you as he ruined you

♡ any steam from the shower didnt compare to the condensation on the mirrors your bodies were causing, You clung to eachother like velcro, feeding off of eachothers pleasure

♡ his thumb pressed against your clit swallowing it whole as he circled it like a shark. Your hips jolted as the stimulation became to much, you cried out as he picked up his pace clenching around him as you came on his cock, juices squirting onto his stomach and down his legs.

♡ hopper howled as he came. short yet harsh thrusts continued fell out of him like possessed man as he tried to get his cum as deep in you as possible.

♡ you lay in eachothers brace, still held against the wall as you tried to regain feeling in your body and mind. Praises poured out of his mouth in whispers as you fell in and out of that post orgasm feeling

♡ the jiggling of keys unfortunately broke you both out of your dream like state, hopper placed you down, pulling you underwear over your newly filled cunt before fully dressing himself. Your mother called out to the both of you but luckily she was too concerned on who left the oven on to come look for you. You steadied yourself on the wall as you walked like a newborn doe to greet your mother (hoppers orders)

♡ you stayed the rest if the night eating the, thankfully, edible chicken alfredo, occasionally your leg would jerk up as you felt hoppers thick cum leak out of you, your mother was none the wiser. he stared you down from across the table his foot playing with your ankle as you licked up the white sauce from the corners of you mouth.

#stranger things x reader #hopper x reader #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper smut #hopper smut #tw: stepcest

[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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[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Jim Hopper x reader | One morning after waking up beside Hopper, you notice his morning 🪵. You remember him mentioning something he wanted to try awhile ago, so you decide to indulge his fantasy…

It was impossible to miss; you noticed it the moment you woke up. The sheet covering Hopper’s naked body and yours was very obviously tented below his waist. You yawned softly, stretching your arms over your head. The sheet dipped and rose ever-so-subtly as Hopper’s cock bobbed under the fabric…

You wet your lips, eyes gliding up and down his sleeping form. Hopper had told you once that he’d always wanted to wake up with his dick in your mouth. But that was so long ago, the memory of Hopper mentioning it had faded from your mind. Today, however, presented you with a perfect opportunity to make his fantasy a reality.

Slipping a hand below the sheet, you gently pulled the fabric aside. Hopper’s erection pointed sturdy and thick towards the ceiling, a bead of precum dotting his tip. You felt him stir slightly, his body probably reacting to the change in temperature from having the warm sheet pulled from his waist.

You knelt your cheek against Hopper’s thigh, and pulled the sheet over your head, covering his legs again. Under the covers, you nuzzled your nose against the coarse hair on Hopper’s thigh, pressing a light kiss there. He stirred again very slightly, grunting in his sleep and murmuring something drowsy and unintelligible. You cupped a hand over your mouth and tried not to giggle at Hopper’s babbling, focusing instead on your task.

Pressing forward under the covers, your lips met Hopper’s cock in a soft kiss. He pulsed in response to the stimulation, stiffening and tapping against your lips. You smiled hungrily, and closed your mouth around his shaft. You slowly massaged Hopper’s girth from balls to tip, and back down again.

Hopper groaned, his legs twitching slightly under the covers. You slid your mouth along his shaft, tracing the veins in Hopper’s cock with your tongue. You added soft kitten licks to his tip, peppering it in kisses. Hopper throbbed against your mouth, his tip smearing precum over your lips like a gloss.

You sank your mouth over Hopper’s cock, taking the first four inches down your throat easily. His body jerked slightly, his breathing going deeper. A new tension stiffened Hopper’s thighs beneath your breasts, which were pressed soft and warm against him as your mouth serviced his cock.

Tugging him deeper with a firm, consistent suck, you were able to take a few more inches before your gag reflex activated. You let Hopper’s tip spread the muscles in your throat, smiling around his cock when you heard his familiar, drowsy voice mumble your name.

Hopper reached beneath the covers and laced his fingers through your hair. Holding your head in place, he elevated his hips to fuck up into your throat. “Good baby, y’suck it so fuckin’ good…” Hopper murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep. He guided your mouth up and down his shaft, grunting each time his thrusts tapped the back of your throat.

The pace of Hopper’s breathing had increased, his grip in your hair tightening. You could tell he was getting close, so you sucked even harder. Hopper’s knees bucked, his thighs closing around your head. His thrusts were sloppy and slow at first; but as the haze of waking began to fade, Hopper’s thrusts grew sharper, determined. He pressed your face deeper into the wiry hair at the base of his cock, your nose bumping his stomach with each punch of his hips.

“Christ-I’m gonna come-,” Hopper groaned. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense, as warm semen sprayed the back of your throat and slid down to your stomach. You licked the rest of his cum from his belly, the tension in Hopper’s body dissolving in the warm afterglow of orgasm.

He pulled the sheet aside, revealing your ruddy face and slick, satisfied smile. “Good morning, baby,” Hopper grinned down at you. “Good morning, Hop,” you replied. He slid his hands under your arms and lifted you up, making you giggle in surprise. Flipping you onto your back, Hopper adjusted himself on the bed so his face was nestled between your thighs.

“Don’t you have work today, Chief?” you teased. “They’re gonna wonder why you’re taking so long to get-ahh!” You gasped as Hopper’ tongue made a long swipe across your pussy, silencing you. He smirked arrogantly up at you from between your thighs. “What’s that, sweetheart?” he asked coyly.

“-to the station,” you replied breathlessly. “They’ll miss you at the-ungh!!”

Hopper plunged his tongue between your lips, cutting your sentence short again. “They can wait awhile longer,” he murmured, his cheek resting against your thigh. “Besides…” Hopper trailed kisses from your thigh to your belly button and below, his lips lingering above your clit. “…I haven’t had my breakfast yet...”

#stranger things #jim hopper #stranger things smut #david harbour #hopper smut #jim hopper smut #hopper x fem reader #hopper x reader #jim hopper x fem!reader #hopper x y/n #jim hopper x y/n #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x reader #hopper x you #jim hopper fanfic #hopper fanfic #hopper stranger things

[moooxy]

mean!jim hopper smut?

Harmless (18+)

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Mean!Jim Hopper x Reader

Synopsis: Every time you hang out with Jonathan, Joyce’s friend drives you home.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: possessiveness, dumbification, dirty talk, overall mean hopper, rough grabbing, slapping, semi-public sex, threats, size kink, face-fucking, daddy kink, creampie

AN: oh I’ve been waiting for a hopper request for so long

It wasn’t your place to say, but you quite liked Hopper. Whenever he wasn’t so serious, his sense of humour was cute and quick-witted. You liked to mess with him; talking back to him when he splashed his authority onto you and Jon, teasing him whenever he looked too solemn.

It wasn’t your place to say, but you quite liked Hopper. Whenever he wasn’t so serious, his sense of humour was cute and quick-witted. You liked to mess with him; talking back to him when he splashed his authority onto you and Jon, teasing him whenever he looked too solemn.

However, you don’t think he liked you very much. Sure he faked a simper around Joyce, but between you and him… he stayed as stoic as ever. And god, whenever you talked back to him you could feel the annoyance vibrating in his blood. As fun as it was for you, he didn’t reciprocate the amusement.

As a plan to get some peace and quiet, Joyce started to kick the both of you out when she tended to routinely ask Hopper to give you a ride home. Neither of you had the heart to disappoint the sweet Joyce Byers, so you went along with it.

You visited Jon a few times a week, and each time Hopper drove you home. Each time you tried to make the ride less awkward, by attempting to strike up a conversation or flicking through his music tapes—but he was impenetrable.

It was a Friday night, and Hopper’s shitty car bounced as you both got in. You hated his car; it was ugly, jouncy, noisy and it tended to wildly splutter at random times. Taking a deep breath to overcome the immense amount of intimidation you felt asking him a normal question, you speak up. “Can you drop me at the diner? It’s on the way—“

“Why?” He asks, flicking on his headlights.

“I uhm, I have a date.”

“With who? Thought you were with Jonathan,” he grumbles.

“No, he’s dating Nancy Wheeler. And it’s with uh— Billy Hargrove,” you let out.

“Oh definitely not,” he snarls. “Not with that kid.” You don’t dare to argue, his aura of authority ignites— he wants no challenge from you.

You don’t say a word when you leave his car, after he drops you off outside your house.

The next few times you visit Jon, you don’t stick around and wait for Hopper. You started to bring your bike again, so you’d just walk straight past Hopper and ride home. A week later on Saturday, he catches you out. It’s dark out, he snatches your wrist just as you’re about to leave.

“It’s too late to bike. I’ll take you,” he grunts. He mumbles a short goodbye to Joyce, before he leads you out, his hand hovering over the small of your back. He loads your bike in the trunk, his car jolts forward when he piles into the driver's seat. He turns the key, and the silence between you is disturbed by the choking of his engine. “So, you’ve been avoidin’ me?”

You choke on your own saliva at the unexpected confrontation. “Uhm… I’d think of it more as doing you a favour.” You say as he finally pulls out of the driveway.

“How so?”

“Well, I know you’re not very fond of me. I know you’d rather hang out with Joyce more than driving me home…” you explain.

He snorts, “hang out with Joyce? We’re not teenagers,” he mumbles and you shrug. “I’d rather you get home safe.”

“Well, that’s your job Chief.” You tease.

“Alright, don’t get too cocky now,” he says. “I’m just lookin’ out for you, ‘s all. Don’t want you to get your heart broken by that fuckin’ Hargrove kid.”

“You’re not my daddy,” you mumble.

“Okay…? Like I said, just lookin’ out for ya.” He says, pulling up to the curb outside of your house. “Out, kid.”

You scoff, “thanks for the ride, daddy.” Hopper watches you rig your bike out of his trunk, letting out a strangled exhale when you walk inside your house. You made his dick fucking twitch when you called him ‘daddy’, and he instantly senses that something bad’s gonna happen.

A few days later, you’re climbing in his car again. He has news to tell you this time, and you can tell something’s up because of his stiffness— well, he’s more stiff than usual.

“Saw that kid kissin’ another girl at the bar,” he grumbles into the tense atmosphere of his car.

“Hopper, you really think I’m seeing him because I wanna be his girlfriend?” You ask with a slight chortle. He grunts in response, confused. He signals for you to elaborate. “I’m only going out with him because…” you stop yourself, already oversharing.

“‘Cus of what?”

“Well… It’s silly but— I heard he’s got a big—”

“Oh you gotta be kiddin’ me,” he says with a judgemental huff. “Where is your self respect?”

“Oh so I let a guy fuck me once and all of the sudden I have no self-respect?” You scoff, turning away from him. You’re pissed off. “I have needs.”

“Well sugar, I have needs too but you don’t see me going around and finding a slut with the ‘tightest pussy’, do ya?” He sternly mumbles, a hint of ridicule laced in his tone.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Well so is he so I don’t see the problem,” he replies.

“The problem is: I’m not using you for your cock, so it actually matters if you’re an asshole to me,” you seethe.

You see his fingers tighten around the steering wheel. “Don’t get mouthy with me, girl.”

“Or what?” You scorn, gritting your teeth as you look out of the window.

“Or I’ll fucking pull over,” he snarls.

“Yeah? And do what? You’re harmless,” you deride him.

“You wanna find out?” He looks over at you, threatening you.

“You won’t do shit—“ and with that, he’s steering off to the side of the road, it’s a conveniently quiet area surrounded by trees.

“Get out,” he growls, jumping out of his seat and stomping over to your side. “You wanna act like a slut, you get treated like one,” he rumbles, trapping you against the side of his car. The bitter air caresses your bare thighs, the wind causing your skirt to aggressively fly up. “On your fuckin’ knees.”

You don’t dare to disrespect him, you’re fucking in for it now. Yeah, you did want to wind him up, you did find him attractive, you did find him fun to play with—but you really blew it now.

“Open your mouth,” he commands. “And I swear to god if you say ‘make me’ I’ll fucking dislocate your jaw,” he grunts. Instantly, your mouth flies open and he almost laughs. You’d be lying if you said his dominance wasn’t making you wet. “Good slut, you look so pretty right now.”

You don’t dare to take your eyes off his, you hear his belt clink as he tugs it off. After you hear a quick zip, he takes himself out. He’s so fucking big, he’s even comparing his size to your face. He strokes himself, his length reaches your forehead— and he’s incredibly thick too. He slaps your tongue with his cock, tauntingly chuckling at the evident fear in your eyes.

“What’s wrong, sugar? Thought you liked big cocks,” he teases, his honey voice laced with sticky threat.

“Not as big as yours—“ you say but he curtly slaps your face with his thick fingers.

“When did I say you could talk?” He grumbles, “bad fucking slut.” And with that, he slides himself into your mouth. “Not a sound from you,” he commands and you nod as best as you can.

He moistens himself up with the saliva in your mouth, slathering his cock with your spit and then thrusting himself back in, slowly. He’s only halfway in and you already feel like gagging, he’s already cutting off your air supply. He thrusts himself in your mouth— you’re not really doing much sucking, he’s using you as a fuck toy. Everytime you close your eyes he slaps your cheek, and a proud smile emits on his face when he sees your glassy eyes. “If only you were this quiet when you haven’t got a cock stuffed in your throat. God, everytime you run your mouth I’m doing this,” he grumbles. “You really are a good girl deep down, aren’t you?”

You hum, when you blink a tear drops from your eyelashes.

“Poor baby, crying on daddy’s cock. I’d feel bad for you but fuck— you had this coming,” he mumbles with a grin. He pulls out of your mouth, and he feels his knees go weak at the sight. “Fuck—it’s drippin’ down your chin,” he almost moans. Your saliva is drizzling down from your bottom lip. “Come on honey,” he opens his back door, “I’ll look after ya.”

He slides in, patting his knee and you eagerly follow him. He has you on his lap, hard cock springing up. He slides your panties out of the way, silently thanking you for wearing a skirt. You sink down onto him with a strangled moan, and he chuckles evilly.

“Look at you. Sugar, I’m going to fucking devour you,” he rasps and you whine into his neck.

And that’s exactly what he does.

It’s not long before he has you bouncing on his cock, your legs aching and you’re begging him to make you slow down. He doesn’t listen, his hands continue to bounce you repeatedly on his huge cock. You’re so close already, and you try your hardest to wait and save yourself from the embarrassment— but he knows, he can read you like a fucking book.

“Sugar,” he moans out. “I can feel you tightenin’ around me,” he groans. “You gonna cum?”

“Yes,” you whine, “please.”

“Fuck, say please again and I’ll let you cum right fuckin’ now,” Hopper groans, spreading your cheeks open and slamming you down onto his cock.

“Please, please,” you mewl.

“Good slut. Good fucking slut,” he gasps. You finally let loose, pussy spasming around his length as you’re finally able to cum. “You feel so good,” he mumbles, still bouncing you up and down. “Don’t worry sugar, keep making those cute little sounds and I’ll cum soon,” he pressed a kiss to your temple. “God, you’re perfect for me. Should have fucked this pussy sooner,” he says and you nod in agreement. “You’re fucked stupid, bet you don’t even know what I said, do you?” He chuckles and you nod again— he was right. He always was, he knew you so well in such a short amount of time. “Fuck ‘m close,” he groans. You lean in to kiss him but he turns his head and you frown. “I don’t do kissing, sugar.”

You hum in disappointment, arms clutching onto his shoulders. He stops bouncing you, holding you upright and pummelling into you from below. It produces a vulgar slapping sound, and you feel your eyes rolling back at the pure pleasure and overstimulation you’re feeling right now.

“Perfect pussy, all fucking mine.” He grunts, slapping into you relentlessly. He groans, “I’m close. You want my cum, sugar? You want my cum in your little pussy?” He eggs you along, and you nod vigorously. “Fuuuck,” he groans out. Quickly after that, he stops pounding into you and finally spills inside of you. “That what you needed in order to stop seeing that delinquent kid?”

“God, yes,” you whine.

#jim hopper x reader #jim hopper smut #jim hopper #mean hopper #hopper x reader #hopper smut #stranger things smut

[empresskylo]

𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you have always thought chief jim hopper was hot. and you knew he thought the same about you, he just tried to hide it because he thought it was wrong since he knew your dad and you were still in high school. however, after hopper crashes a house party, you ask him for a ride home. hopper briefly loses his self-control. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | jim hopper x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— unprotected sex, car sex, large age gap, reader still in high school but is eighteen, sorta rough sex? size kink,  power dynamic. *if any of this bothers you, don’t read. 𝐰𝐜 | 2.9 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i now have dark!hopper fic ideas so if anyone has any requests lmk

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「 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 」 [bonus gif added at the end] r.h. masterlist

Listen, it wasn’t your fault that you wrote for the school paper and that often led to you questioning the police about local crime scenes. And it wasn’t your fault that you encountered the chief of police, Jim Hopper, on almost every occasion. And it definitely wasn’t your fault that he was so good looking. What, were you supposed to pretend you didn’t find his authority and dad bod hot? But it might have been a little bit your fault that Hopper got stumped on the questions you’d ask him because you made sure to wear your shortest skirt those days. 

Hopper was not a boy in your school who would fumble with his words and act stupid around someone he was attracted to. But still, you could tell that Hopper was into you, even if he hid it well. It’s like he expected your bombarding presence when anything remotely interesting happened in Hawkins. You’d show up, notebook in hand, and press him for details. You knew he was hard to crack. He was professional and no one could get information out of him… Well, except for you. You always managed to get him to spill some sort of top-secret information about the case–just enough for you to work with. And if that wasn’t obvious enough that he liked you, you also had caught him glancing over at you before, his eyes lingering on your exposed legs before quickly averting his gaze.

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It was the weekend and you were busy celebrating this being your final year of high school by attending a party. You danced through the crowd of bodies, catching a glimpse of Steve Harrington working his charm on one of the popular girls in your grade. You rolled your eyes, he’d grow out of it eventually. 

You didn’t think the party was too loud until a police siren sounded from outside the house. In a panic, students began running every which way, darting out of whoever’s house this was–you weren’t quite sure–and off into the streets and woods. You peered out the window and saw Hopper walking up to the door, yelling at a couple of kids as he did. You were glad you wore your favorite skit and a low-cut shirt tonight. 

Before Hopper could bang on the door, you swung it open. 

“Hi, officer,” you teased. His face was tense and his narrowed eyebrows made him appear threatening–nothing new here. 

“What the hell are you dumb fucking kids thinking?” He yelled, spotting the drunk teenagers behind you as they darted out the back door to escape Hopper’s rage.

“It’s just a small get together.”

Hopper rolled his eyes and sighed. He looked around, most of the others had fled the scene, their laughing voices and hollering echoing down the neighborhood street. 

This wasn’t even your house, you knew you couldn’t get in trouble for this. But you couldn’t help but swoon at the idea of Hopper putting you in handcuffs…

“Shows over. Go home.” He ordered at you and the small group who were watching from behind you in the living room. It must have been the kid who lived here and his close friends, who else would have the guts to stick around… Well, besides you, of course. 

Hopper turned around and marched down the steps towards his truck. He didn’t get paid enough to deal with annoying seniors throwing a house party. His presence was enough to break the whole thing up, so he was calling that a job well done. 

“Wait,” you called out to him, chasing him down the lawn. Hopper stopped in front of his vehicle and turned towards you, an annoyed scowl plastered across his unshaven face. “What?” His voice was dark and husky from lack of sleep.

“I…Don’t have a way home.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes. You weren’t lying–now that everyone else had ditched, you really didn’t have a ride home, and it was late and dark out. 

“Seriously?” He asked. 

You could see the harsh lines from frowning all the time engraved on his forehead. Still, there was a softness to him. You knew he wouldn’t say no. 

In a huff, he turned to get in his car, “Get in.” 

You smiled, happy at your success, and jumped into the passenger side of his truck. 

Hopper already knew where you lived, he was well acquainted with your dad, and in such a small town, everyone knew where everyone lived. 

After Hopper had taken off down the road, you leaned over and turned on the radio. That earned an annoyed glance and a grunt from him. He reached out and turned the volume down, the low hum of The Rolling Stones playing out of his shitty speakers. 

You looked out the window and rubbed your arms. Hopper didn’t pay much attention to what you were doing so you had to vocalize your intentions. “It’s cold in here.” Your arms laid bare to the chill Autumn weather. When Hopper didn’t respond, you began digging in the back compartment of his truck. 

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” He shot daggers at you before looking back at the road.

“Don’t you have an extra jacket or something in here?” 

You turned back to him and he sat in silence, contemplating if he should do what his mind just told him to do. Jim was trying his hardest not to engage with you, he knew it would lead to no good. Against his better judgment, he slipped his coat off and shoved it at you. 

You were genuinely surprised that he actually gave you his coat. You held it a bit dumbfounded before sliding it on. It was warm from his body heat and smelt of him. You felt a rush of blood rise to your cheeks as you drowned in Hopper’s coat that was evidently too big for you. 

It was only a few more minutes before Hopper pulled up to your house, pulling over on the side of the street, bushes and trees in your front yard blocking any view from inside your house to Hopper’s truck.

You smiled and looked over at him, “Thanks.”

He had no excuse not to look at you now that he wasn’t driving. When he looked over, his jacket was engulfing you like a blanket, your exposed legs hanging out of it like it were a dress. His jaw tensed and he controlled himself from gulping. “Sure thing, kid.”

Maybe you’d be able to get out without him realizing you didn’t give him his coat back. You could sleep in it all night. And it would be a perfect excuse to go visit him at the station in the morning. 

You went to open your door but it didn’t budge. You began shoving it with both your hands, but the stupid thing was jammed. 

“Shit. Ron told me he fixed that damn thing for good,” he said annoyed. Just another thing added to the long list of shit he had to do.

You turned back to him in your seat, your face turning red when you got the idea of climbing over him to get out his door instead. 

Before Hopper noticed what you were doing, your hand was on his arm and you were crawling over to him from your seat. 

“What are you–” He asked in pure shock.

“Didn’t wanna inconvenience you,” you muttered, your eyes meeting his as your hand rested against him. He didn’t shove you off or jump out of the truck to get away from you. Your eyes lingered up to his and you could see the darkness spread across him. His look intimidated you, sending a rush of heat right to your core. 

You gained enough courage to continue on and climbed up onto his lap, awkwardly holding his chest for balance as you slid on top of him. There wasn’t much room so your body was forced close to his. He still didn’t say anything. It was making you nervous. 

You grabbed his door handle and you were about to push it open and step off of him and onto the road when you felt his large hands grip your waist. You looked over at him and saw the way his pupils were blown and his breathing was deeper than before. 

He yanked you down fully onto his lap prying a gasp from your lips. You sat, half-straddling him, and speechless. 

Hopper came back to his senses all at once and released you, his hands falling to the side of his thighs before looking back at you in what appeared to be shock and horror. 

You were so fucking right, Hopper was into you. 

Your hands gripped his button-up uniform top as you looked at him with hooded eyes, unwilling to leave your spot on top of him. 

Hopper’s chest was falling up and down in heavy breaths, his eyes searching yours as you held onto him like you were afraid he was going to shove you off. 

He began to realize that you were okay with what he just did and you were now begging him to continue through your pouting lips and fluttering eyelashes. 

One of his hands braved exploration and slid up your warm thigh leaving goosebumps in its wake. You took a sharp breath in at his touch. “Hopper…” Your voice was barely audible as your head spun from his intoxicating stare. You felt him begin to harden underneath you, his eyes searching yours for a response. With that, you crashed your lips against his, his mustache tickling your nose, wasting no time kissing you back. His other hand was under his jacket you wore and clutched onto your hip, pulling you towards him. 

The amount of awful thoughts he’d had about you made him worry he wouldn’t be able to control himself when you stepped into his truck. It was why he tried so hard to avoid you whenever you were around. The temptation dripped off of him as he held you, knowing he was past the point of return. He couldn’t stop now. 

He effortlessly pulled your weight down onto his lap, pressing you up against his growing bulge. You whined, the feeling of him against your core was making you wet beyond belief. His hands were large against you, he was able to hold most of your thigh in one hand as he squeezed it. You knocked his hat off as your hands came up to wrap around his neck while you kissed him, pushing your chest against his. 

One of his hands slid between your bodies and under your skirt, his finger brushing against your soaking panties, making you jump. You momentarily pulled away from the kiss to let out a yelp as he began dragging his fingers back and forth. 

His lip kicked up in a slight smirk as he watched you squirm on top of him, your weight rolling into his hand needily. He pushed your underwear aside and let one finger slide around your hole, then he gently pushed in. 

You bit your lip, his eyes never leaving yours. His finger filled you and when he began to slide a second one in, he was met with some resistance. His fingers were large and easy enough to fill you, how on earth was he going to fit his–

Hopper was pondering the same question, his throbbing cock begging to escape his pants at the thought of how tight you were. 

His fingers slid out of you, desperate to find release inside you. You hiked your skirt up so he could see the way your thigh billowed at the sides as his hand squeezed it. His hands left you to unbuckle his pants, awkwardly pushing up against you as he slid them down just enough for his length to spring out. You licked your lips and reached down, gripping his cock in your hand. You almost couldn't wrap your entire fingers around him; you always knew he was big. 

You wanted him so fucking pathetically right now. Your hands held his shoulders as his own shoved your skirt up then grabbed his cock in one hand and shifted your panties to the side with his other. He lined himself up with you as you dripped in wetness, eagerly waiting. 

He looked up at you, his eyes hungry with lust, his intense expression sending shivers up your spine. You slowly sank down on him, taking in his tip. You squeaked, already feeling like he wasn’t going to fit. His eyes shut, preventing himself from grabbing your hips and forcing you down to take him in all at once. 

You slowly sank down further until you bottomed out, both of your breathing loud. 

“Fuck,” he cursed. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he throbbed inside you, pressing against your cervix. Your skirt was hiked up above your belly button and his hands crawled up to your exposed waist. He lifted you up off him with such ease, wanting you to take him in again. With a loud moan from both of you, he guided you back down, small shocks of pain radiating through you at the quickness of his actions. You began to move on your own, slowly riding him up and down, your head bending towards his to avoid hitting the roof of his truck. 

The pain of him stretching you out soon subsided and was replaced with pangs of pleasure. You picked up speed, your bodies sloppily colliding. “Jesus,” he growled. “You’re, ugh–so–fucking–tight,” he managed to get out between grunts. His hands gripped your ass, pulling you towards him as he squeezed your cheeks between his fingers, shifting the angle so his cock hit right at your g-spot each time he filled you up. 

You began to let out soft whimpers, Hopper’s guttural growls masking the sounds you were making. You leaned forward, clinging on to him, your face buried in his neck and shirt as you continued to ride him. Your soft cries filled Hopper’s ear making him twitch inside you. 

His arms wrapped around you and held you close. Your legs were starting to give out, your pace slowing. Filled with impatience at how slow you were going now, Hopper’s hand found his seat lever and pulled it, sending you both backward as it extended to an almost horizontal position. You were momentarily confused as to what he was doing until he rolled you over in one swift motion so you laid underneath him. Your legs widened so he could fit comfortably between them and he began thrusting into you. You squealed as he pounded into you with such force, you were certain his truck was rattling to the waves of Hopper’s thrusts. Your arms extended over your head and clutched the wall of his truck to help hold you in place as he forcefully slid into you time and time again. He was cursing against your lips before his forehead connected with yours. His breath was hot against you as he panted. 

You felt yourself getting dangerously close. In a small voice you spoke, “Hopper, I’m…Gonna–”

He continued to fuck into you, your legs as far apart as they could be, wanting him to hit you as deeply as he could. “Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck,” he swore, his cock twitching inside you as he thrusted. In a loud groan, you felt him begin to spill into you, sending you over the edge as well. You mewled under him, your legs shaking as he kept his speed, his cock sending spurts of hot liquid into you. His hands roamed your body, not able to touch enough of you as he came. One of his hands came up and rested on the side of your cheek and partially in your hair, pulling in into his fist. Your name pooled off his tongue as he gave one last deep release inside you, his thrusts beginning to slow now. You panted under his weight as he came to a stop. He collapsed on top of you, both of your faces covered in sweat. Liquid dripped out of you as he gently pulled out. He was out of breath as he grabbed you into his arms and rolled you both over so you were laying on him instead. 

After laying there in heavy breathing filled silence, he began to sit up, taking you with him as he did. You sat on his thighs as he shimmied his pants back around his waist and let his seat swing back to its usual position. 

A small wave of fear-filled Hopper’s newly cleared mind. “You’re eighteen…Right?” 

You giggled, “If I say yes, does that mean we can do this again?”

His eyes widened before you began climbing off of him. “I’m kidding,” you said, dragging your words out. “I’m eighteen, you idiot.” 

Hopper let his thoughts untangle themself before he turned to you. “We probably shouldn’t do this again. I shouldn’t have even let this happen tonight.” How was he going to face your father the next time he saw him without remembering the way you looked when you rode him tonight?

You jumped out of his truck, leaning against his lap as you stood on the pavement. “Okay. We won’t do this again then,” you said with a shit-eating grin. You knew Hopper wouldn’t be able to resist you now, so it didn’t matter what he said. He watched you walk towards your house, your skirt flowing back and forth as you walked. He gripped the steering wheel tightly in his fists as he already felt himself begin to get hard again watching the way his jacket looked on you as it engulfed your small frame. 

bonus gif [yes it’s actually d.h.]

part 2

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[stvolanis]

Don’t Wanna Grow Up.

( one shot )

PAIRINGS: Rockstar! OC X Mean! Jim Hopper

WARNINGS: guys Hopper is really mean in this, small plot, OC is in a band (corroded coffin), she’s Eddie’s best friend/step-sister, age gap (OC is 19 and hops in his 40s), dubcon, drinking, usual rockstar things, OC is also kinda an asshole,nice jim at the end, hop being a cop (that rhymed lol)

NSFW INCLUDES: anal play, degradation (slut, brat, bitch), spitting, (hard) slapping, hair pulling, breeding kink, breath play, power play, size kink, manhandling, choking, oral (m receiving), praising (if you squint), heavy sir kink, humiliation, public sex (parking lot), p in v sex, overstimulation, cum eating, SORRY IF I MISSED ANYTHING<3

Istg I got horny while writing this so I hope y’all enjoy !!<3

please lmk if you guys are interested in a part 2!!

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the night was lively and booming in the small town of Hawkins, Indiana. It was a big contrast to the usual boring nights that the locals were used to, and it was surely a huge difference for on-duty chief of police, Jim Hopper.

Rowdy teens were one thing, but full grown adults plus teenagers being loud and obnoxious was not how hopper wanted to spend his night. Of course the big commotion would only mean one thing, lots of paperwork and phone calls.

It was a Tuesday night. A school night. A work night, even. What could have possibly caused all this up roar in the town? This much disruption and constant noise complaint phone calls from a small, quiet and local bar were unusual. But, nonetheless, the chief loaded up in his cruiser and made quick work of heading to the busy bar.

Jim could hear the faint blaring music from down the road, much to his dismay. As he pulled in and got out of his car, slamming the door shut, he quickly took notice of the locals stumbling out of the bar drunkenly, hollering only god knows what as he watched one fall into a bush. It was gonna be a long night.

Hopper walked into the noisy bar and was instantly met with the smell of strong alcohol and must coming from the sweaty bodies dancing around in the crowd. Unfortunately, he could also smell the lingering remanence of throw up, cause his face to crinkle up in disgust. Suddenly, the bright stage that was flashing every color under the sun caught his attention.

Of course she would be what was causing all of this nonsense.

Blood red hair sticking up in all kinds of directions bounced up and down while singing wildly. One of her dainty, fishnet covered hands in the air as her other held a microphone. The deep red lipstick she was wearing was slightly smeared, as was her eyeliner and mascara. Her honey brown eyes peering over the crowd with a wicked smile dancing on her lips at the mess she’s stirred. The lead singer of Corroded Coffin, Cherrie.

A Highschool drop-out who was on the upcoming charts with her band, soon to be leaving the small town to start touring across America for a hefty price. A delinquent since she became friends with the Munson boy, who she’d met in the 5th grade after she stabbed him in the thigh with her pink pencil.

Cherrie was a force to be reckoned with, and Hop can’t even count on his fingers anymore how many times she’d spent the night in the county jail either high out of her mind or drunk on gin. She’d spent her whole life in and out of the system, till Eddie Munsons uncle, Wayne, decided he’d take her in. Her love for music started when she’d stumbled across Eddie’s massive music collection. Once Eddie got his guitar and she had a microphone in her hand, the rest was history.

The band started off as something they did for fun with their friends, but then it turned into something they couldn’t even imagine. Once their producer released their first album, it went flying off the shelves after about a lingering week of nothing. Before they knew it, they were ushered to go on tour in 2 weeks times. Cherrie always felt she was destined for more than the small town had to offer, but she could never quite place it till now. She had wanted an escape for as long as she can remember, and now that she finally had one, she wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon.

The small town she lived in seen the worst in her, even the ones who were much worse than her. The difference between them was that she wasn’t afraid to show it. She didn’t need to put up a facade for people, because they’d always just see her as the burnt out Highschool drop out. But when she was on stage, it was like she was on top of the world. For once, the people who’d whisper terrible things about her and spread ugly rumors were looking up at her and cheering their hearts out. It was a nice change. It was a euphoric feeling.

Cherrie was no stranger when it came to the male gaze, as she’d dealt with it since she was only about 14. It’s always made her uncomfortable, for sure, but after a while she’d learned how to use it to her advantage. So it was no surprise when she’d tried attempt to seduce Jim Hopper a few months prior when he’d threaten to lock her up for good. She’d ended up spending the night in a jail cell. Ever since then, Jim’s felt uneasy around the ball of fire. Almost afraid she’d pounce at any moment on him.

But right now, it was almost as if he was in a trance as he watched her body move enchantingly. The lighting made her deep olive skin appear more vibrant, and hopper could see the sweat dripping down her chest and into her open cleavage. She wore a tight strapless corset that was laced and a small mini skirt that was so short, he was sure if she turned around he’d be able to see her ass. The fishnets that adorned her arms and legs had skulls embroidered onto them, but hopper could still see her colorful Paul Stanley star-man tattoo on the side of her thigh.

The choker she wore had protruding spikes on it and the chains she wore along with it complimented her slim neck. Hopper instinctively locked his dry lips as he stared at her for a moment longer before their eyes connected, and he felt the hairs on his arm stand up and his back straighten.

Cherrie watched Hopper walked to the side of the stage with furrowed eyebrows as he unplugged Eddie’s amp and the strobe lights, effectively making everyone let out noises of confusion and annoyance. Cherrie rolled her eyes and groaned as she dropped the mic onto the ground angrily before hopping off of the stage, pushing her way through the crowd to get to Jim. Eddie was hot on her tail, trying to calm down the fire he could’ve swore he saw in her eyes begin to spark, but he was soon lost in the crowd as he called out to her.

“What the fuck are you doing, shithead?!” Cherrie yelled out as she stood in front of Jim. “Doin’ my job, Cherrie. But you always gotta make it harder f’me, huh?” He huffed out with annoyance as he pushed past her towards the crowd of rowdy people.

“Everyone out! Right now, unless you’d like to spend the night with me at the station.” He yelled to the crowd, who quickly dispersed. Many sending Hopper ugly glances, but he was too over everything to care. “No, this is my scene, why’d you have to come fuck it up?!” She said with a groan as she stood chest to chest with him, though she was much smaller than him.

“Noise complaints, from multiple people.” He replied dryly. “Why can’t you just stay out of trouble for 2 fuckin’ minutes, is it that hard?” He added with a scoff. Cherrie didn’t process what happened as she felt her fist connect with his cheek, wincing as she rubbed her knuckles before slowly looking back up at an angry chief.

“Shit—Wait—” she muttered as she tried backing away from him, but Hop wasn’t having it. He harshly gripped her upper arm before slamming her front into the wall. “Cmon, yknow I didn’t mean to.” She said as she tried to wiggle free from his tight hold. “Shut up, brat.” He replied through clenched teeth as he snapped his cuffs onto her wrists.

“Ow!” She shouted as the cuffs tightened around her wrists painfully. Hop ignored her please as he dragged her out of the now almost empty bar. Eddie was by his van as he watched Cherrie get taken out in handcuffs with a shake of his head and a frown. “M’ sorry, Eds!” She shouted to him across the parking lot with a shrug of her shoulders. Eddie sighed as their band loaded up their belongings into his car.

Hopper pushed her forward towards the car. “We ain’t stoppin’ for chit-chat.” He grumbled under his breath. Cherrie merely rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Asshole.” She muttered under her breath. Hopper gripped her wrists in the cuffs tighter and he watched as she winced in pain. “What was that? Hm?” He muttered lowly in her ear.

She could feel his warm breath against the shell of her ear, and that’s all it took for her body to feel like it’s on fire. His grip on her wrists and the way she could feel his crotch area brush against her ass as they walked to the car from how close they are had her body on edge. She bit her lip as he opened the backseat door for her before roughly shoving her in and slamming the door shut.

Hopper got in his seat and fumbled with his keys with a huff before starting his cruiser. “Yknow you’re kinda hot when you’re mad to me, chief.” Cherrie giggled as she batted her lashes. Hopper eyed her through the rearview mirror, his eyes briefly trailing down to her open cleavage that was now free of sweat before rolling his eyes and adjusting the mirror to see better behind him, but really it’s just so his boner wouldn’t further harden from the sight of her in cuffs in his back seat.

Cherrie giggled lightly as she made herself comfortable in the backseat as Jim began driving to the police station. And then an idea hit her. “Yknow, I always thought you were a pretty shitty cop.” She said aloud as she looked out the window with a smirk. “Excuse me?” Hopper said, taken slightly aback.

“You heard me. I don’t even know you you became chief—I mean, aren’t you always drinking on the job? Yet you wanna make me seem like I’m the worst person ever.” She scoffed out with an eye roll. Hopper slammed on the breaks, making Cherrie hurl forward, hitting the head rest with a loud ‘thud’.

“Shit—what the fuck, Hop?!” She yelled out with furrowed brows. Jim’s breathing was erratic and hit fists were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. “Yeah? You think I’m a shitty cop? Alright, y’little bitch.” He muttered with a dark chuckle as he drove into an empty parking lot that was some what hidden behind trees.

“What’re you doin? you aren’t gonna kill me are you?” Cherrie giggled, feigning fear. Hopper didn’t respond as he parked the car and swung his door open, quickly opening Cherries too. “Hey—” she started, but was cut off when hopper gripped her upper arm tightly, yanking her out of her seat and onto the ground. Cherrie sat on her knees in front of the cop, looking up at him through her thick lashes.

“Y’gonna hurt me, Hop?” She challenged with raised brows and a taunting smirk. Hoppers hand harshly made contact with the side of her cheek, roughly slapping her, making her head spin to the side as a stinging pain overtook her cheek. Cherrie whimpered lightly, making Hopper chuckle. “Thought this was what you wanted, brat.” He said tauntingly as he gripped her hair, making her look up at him.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen—” he started . “Y’gonna suck my cock like a good girl n then I’m gonna fuck that tight little cunt until I’m through with you, n maybe your ass if I feel like it. You’ve been a little bitch all night so don’t expect to fucking cum, y’hear me?” He stated as he peered down at her. Cherrie felt her pussy begin to ache with need, but this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She wasn’t supposed to actually want him the way she does now.

Cherrie nodded and Hopper slapped her once again, but on her other cheek. “Words, slut.” He spit out. Cherrie moaned at the slap, making hopper chuckle. “Yes, sir.” She muttered as she bit down on her lip. Jim groaned at the name. “Good girl.” He praised as he began to unzip his pants, letting them fall to his knees.

Cherrie could see his large bulge and a small wet patch where his tip is that’s seeping through. “M’gonna teach you how to suck cock properly, little girl.” He said as he let his hard cock spring free, long and so thick. A vein ran along the underside of it and Cherries mouth watered at the sight, but she wasn’t gonna let up so easily. “S’ not gonna fit in my mouth. Don’t want it to.” She said.

“I don’t give a fuck, you act like a brat n’ you get treated like one.” He said as he slapped his cock against the side of her cheek with a smirk. He soon forced Cherries mouth open with his thumb and shoved his throbbing member down her throat without warning, making her gag aloud. Cherrie could feel her eyes watering as his cock hit the back of her throat with no mercy. It was getting hard to breathe, and it didn’t help when the mean man above her pinched her nose shut as he held his cock in the back of her throat with a loud groan.

After a few seconds he let her nose go and she released his throbbing dick, gasping for air, hee chest heaving. “Please—” she begged through breaths of air. Jim quickly shoved his cock back down her throat that was now becoming unbearably sore, along with her jaw. She moaned around his cock as she began to grind her sopping cunt against the chiefs freshly polished boots.

Hopper felt his end coming near at the sight it. “Look at you— h-humping my boot l-l-like a bitch in heat.” He moaned at through clenched teeth as he watched her mascara and eyeliner run down her cheeks from her tears that he caused. The way she feverishly humped against his boot harder after his comment made him cum down her throat with a groan and a string of ‘fuckkk, just like that’ and ‘so fuckin good’.

Cherries senses were overwhelmed as she tasted him down her throat and on her tongue. Salty, but not bitter. Hopper slightly pulled out and released the rest of his cum on her tongue that was hanging outside of her mouth with a satisfied moan. Cherrie made quick work of swallowing his generous load. “Whaddya say, baby?” He mocked.

“Thank you for your cum, sir.” Cherrie said as she gripped at his leg, her panty covered pussy still dripping on his boot. “Needy little girl, aren’t you, Cherrie?” He asked as he clicked his tongue. She nodded and muttered a small ‘yes, sir’ as he surprisingly, gently pulled her up from the ground. Hopper gripped Cherries throat and pulled her face close to his, just enough to where their lips were brushing against each other.

“‘M gonna fuck you so good.” He muttered, and Cherrie groaned as he lips finally crashed with his. The kiss was messy and heated, and their teeth clashed together as did their tongues. They fought for dominance, but Jim over powered her as his tongue danced with hers. “Fuckkk, y’taste so good.” He groaned against her as his grip on her slim throat tighten just above her spiked choker that he adored so much on her.

He opened her mouth before spitting into it, his boner growing larger as he watched her swallow it obediently. It was just something about making her go from a bratty, loud, rude and arrogant little girl to a submissive, hot mess with not much to say now that made Jim Hopper go absolutely fucking feral. The need to be inside of her hurled into his senses as he dragged her to the front of his cruiser, bending her over the hood.

Jim got down onto his knees, now eye level with her wet, fishnet covered baby pink panties with lace on the trim of it. “So cute, baby.” He muttered as he kissed the flesh of her ass before gripping both cheeks in his large hands. He pressed his nose into her panties and inhaled her scent deeply, his dick throbbing at the smell of her arousal. Cherrie whimpered as his nose brushed against her aching clit as she tried to wiggle her pussy even closer to his face.

Hopper chuckled at his needy girl and licked a long stripe over her panties. Cherrie let out a pornographic moan as he sucked her panty covered clit into his mouth. “Please, sir, ‘m sorry for bein’ a bad girl, need you so bad. promise I’ll be good.” She whined out as her eyes began to water again.

“Since you asked so nicely f’me, whore.” He said as though he were pondering it. He stood up and easily towered over the small girl bent over the hood of his car as he ripped her fishnets big enough to wear he could push her panties to the side. He groaned as he watched her slick drip out of her pussy and down her thighs. “Hop, my fishnets..” she muttered breathlessly.

“I’ll buy you new fishnets, baby, whatever you want.” He muttered as leaned over and kissed her shoulder. He slapped her ass, once, twice, just to watch it jiggle against the impact before spreading her ass once again to get a better view of her pussy. “So wet..” he murmured to himself as he slapped her gently slapped her cunt, making her let out a soft groan.

Hopper aligned his massive cock to her entrance and pushed in forcefully before pausing for a moment to get the smaller girl used to his size. Her cunt squeezed around him in a vice grip, almost painfully as he hissed. Cherrie moaned as she felt him fill her small cunt to the brim, kissing her cervix. She could feel him throbbing inside of her, begging to move.

“Please, sir—” she started, and Jim wasted no time in pulling out just to slam back into her again, causing Cherrie to let out a gasp. Hopper began pounding into the red haired girl, one of his hands gripping her wrists that were still in handcuffs while the other harshly smacked her ass hard enough to leave a deep red hand print, making Cherries eyes water.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she moaned out loud ‘uhs’ each time he slammed back into her. As his pace began to gradually increase, the sweaty sound of skin slapping together could be heard throughout the parking lot and Jim felt like he was on cloud 9. Her cunt was so warm and tight. Almost as if she were a virgin.

Hop imagined her stomach swollen and her breasts enlarged and swollen with milk. How she’d become domesticated and obedient, much to his pleasure. He imagined her whimpers and moans as he’d fondle her nipples and squeezed the bundle of nerves just to watch the milk come out of them.

His hips slammed into hers harder and faster, taking Cherries breath away as her moans were uncontrollable and throat sore. Her mind was blank and all she could think about was the way he was filling her up. “Like the way I fuck you, hm? Stuffin’ this little pussy just the way you like.” The older man said as he threw his head back with a loud moan.

God, she loved how vocal he was. It made her pussy clench around him as she felt her orgasm approaching. “Sir—‘m gonna cum, gonna cum, oh my god—” she moaned out, her voice a higher pitch as she whined at the stimulation. Hopper sounded almost animalistic as he let out a what sounded close to a growl. “I told you you’re not gonna fuckin’ cum, you hear me?” He said through pants. Cherrie could tell he was being serious, but she just couldn’t hold it.

“please, ‘m sorry, sorry, I c—ca—can’t hold it.” She gasped out as her mouth formed into an ‘O’ shape as her orgasm slammed into her. Cherrie squirted all over Jim’s lower body, making him let out a groan. “Fuckkk..” he groaned out again. Cherrie thought Hopper would let up since she’d already came, but it seemed like the man had other plans.

Her pussy was so sensitive as he continued his brutal thrusts in and out with no remorse to her aching cunt. “please—stop, I can’t—“ she begged loudly as she tried to push her cuffed hands against his lower stomach, weakly trying to push him away from her but failing miserably. “No, you wanted to cum so you’re gonna fuckin cum for me as many times as I tell you to.” He said as he watched her ass jiggle each time his hips hit hers.

Hopper moved his hand that was around her wrist to her ass cheek, spreading it before spitting down into her puckered hole. He used his thumb to smear around his saliva before he slowly pushed it in, making Cherrie hiss out in pain. “This is what little girls who don’t listen get. They get their assholes used and violated.” He said with a chuckle as he began to fuck her tight ass with his thumb.

Broken moans left her throat as she felt herself go cross eyed, body shaking at the stimulation of her clit dragging against the hood of the car with each violent thrust delivered to her over-used cunt, paired with his thumb fucking into her ass made her orgasm quickly approach again.

“Sir, ‘m gonna cum, please let me cum, please, please, please!” She yelled out like it was a chant. Hopper bit down harshly on his lip, drawing blood before speaking. “Hold on, ‘m almost there, slut.” He huffed out as his thrusts became erratic and sloppy. “Y’want me to cum in this pussy? Make you nice n’ full? Make you all nice n swollen with my fuckin’ babies?” He moaned out.

“Yes, yes, yes, oh my god, need your cum, please cum in me. Need it so bad.” She moaned out, drunk on his cock that was drilling into her now more sloppy. “Yeah? Fuck , yes. Cum f’me right now, Cherrie. Cum f’me.” He repeated over and over till she squirted all over his cock for a second time, her body shaking and spasming with each dragging thrust he blew.

His hips stilled as his cock stuffed her full, and she could feel him getting soft inside of her before lazily pulling out. Hopper dropped down to his knees again and began licking up both of their release from her hole, savoring the taste of her juices that were now dripping down the starved man’s chin, making his beard sticky. “Oh my god.” Cherrie moaned as her legs shook violently at the harsh overstimulation of him fucking his cum back into her pussy with three of his large fingers.

Jim let up and slapped her cunt a few times for safe measures before he grabbed the keys to her handcuffs and took them off. Hopper put her panties back in place to make sure none of his valued cum can get out of her used cunt. He let her body fall limp against him as he picked her up bridal style as he opened the passenger door, gently putting her in.

“‘M takin’ you to my house, baby. Gon’ take good care of you, Cherrie.” He murmured gently as he kissed her temple. Cherrie nodded and blushed madly at his gentle, loving tone. A tone no one besides Wayne or Eddie used for her.

Maybe Jim Hopper wasn’t so bad after all.

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[stranger-nightmare]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 | 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

requested by @eddiesquinn

A/N: this is kinda filthy I can’t lie lmao I hope you like it! thank you for the request!!

“Tough day at work?” You hum with a smirk as Jim collides his body with yours almost as soon as he’s through the door.

“You have no idea,” he grumbles against your mouth.

His lips are hungry and dominating on top of yours. His hands quickly find their way to your hips, giving them a squeeze and signalling for you to jump. You oblige, jumping up and hooking your legs around his waist. He walks you over to the closest piece of furniture, which just so happened to be small table you guys ate dinner at.

He drops you unceremoniously onto the table top, slotting his hips between your open legs. He grunts as he makes quick work of his belt and fastenings, quickly pulling free his hard cock. He doesn’t even bother with taking your panties off. He simply hikes up your dress, pulls your underwear to the side, before he’s roughly pushing into you. You bite you lip at the slight pain of the stretch. Jim was was clearly in need of fucking out his bad day and you were always more than happy to oblige.

He doesn’t take his time, he goes right to setting a brutal and ruthless pace as he fucks into you. You moan out loudly as he grunts deeply in your ear. You have to put an arm behind you to support yourself as he fucks you with enough force to have the table banging against the wall it was leaning against.

The most sinful of moans escapes your lips when Jim suddenly dips his head down, pulling your panties even more to the side with his fingers, and spits right onto your aching clit. Your head flies back with pleasure as he starts to work his spit over your bundle of nerves, rubbing with his thumb, setting a brutal pace to match that of his cock thrusting inside you.

“You gonna cum for me babygirl?” He asks gruffly, his voice even deeper than usually.

You nod incoherently as you cling onto him frantically, fingers scrambling to find purchase on his broad shoulders.

“Yeah? Cum for me sweetheart, I need to feel it. Need to feel you squeeze me so good,” he grunts as he thrusts into you harshly a few more times.

His words tip you over the edge, your pussy squeezing him tight as your body convulses through your high.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he grinds through gritted teeth as you feel him spill inside you.

He spurts rope after rope of his seed inside you, continuing to fuck you harshly through both your climaxes. He keeps his cock moving inside you until you can start to feel the warm, sticky mess of his cum dribbling down the back of your ass as he essentially fucks his own cum out of you.

Without warning he’s suddenly pulling out of you, his eyes instantly locking on your exposed and ruined pussy. You feel your pussy clench again with a final remnant of pleasure and you can feel even more of his release pool out of you.

“Mmm,” he hums darkly with a smirk, “now that’s a sight to cure any bad day.”

Your face flushes with the heat of embarrassment as you look down to where his gaze lay.

“Oh my god Jim!” You chastise. “It’s on the table, we eat here!” You smack his shoulder lightly.

His smirk only grows, “well I didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago.”

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[call-me-little-sunshine84]

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

Characters: Jim "Chief" Hopper x female reader

Rating: Explicit ~ Minors DNI. Seriously.

Words: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[umnitsa]

You should mess with Jim - 6

Summary: The fun continues!

A/N: There we go, our soft bear having some fun. I hope you guys enjoy it! It'll take longer to post, but I'm still writing it! <3 Banner from @cafekitsune

Written with unholy eagerness and no proofreading!

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Sex, piv, no condoms (this is a loving fantasy and I didn't want to write them, but hey, please do not do that!)

“Hey.” You said as Jim stirred, squeezing you into a bear hug, and nuzzling your hair.

“Hey.” He answered, growling. He chuckled, after a pause. “You really drained me.” You giggled, he continued, “I feel like an old man, who can’t even stay awake after an orgasm, but in my defense, it was a really good one.”

You looked up, at him; he was looking down at you, a huge smile on his face. He licked his lips, and the smile took a predatory undertone. It made you shiver.

“My turn.”

Jim kissed you deeply, his hand covering your breast; he squeezed firmly, then ever so gently brushed his thumb over your nipple. He broke the kiss and moved to suckle on your nipple, fingers brushing gently over the other.

You buried your hands in his hair, scratching his scalp gently; he sighed and you whimpered, as he moved to suck on the other nipple. He pulled his head back and blew air softly on your peaked nipples. You shivered, to his delighted laughter.

Jim slid one thick fingertip around your nipple, enjoying the feeling of your moist skin under him. He hums, playing gently, until you started squirming. You tug on his hair, needing more. Jim stops, pulling back, looking at you with a gentle smile.

“I don’t like pain, so be careful. You should also know no amount of hair pulling will make me speed up, or move.” His expression was soft, but his voice was low and authoritative. Stern. “You can beg, begging goes a long way with me.”

You whined, nodding and feeling yourself getting wetter with the casual display of dominance.

“Good.” Jim said softly, sliding one hand down your belly, still smiling. “You say no, I stop. You say stop, I stop. I want you to enjoy every dirty thing we do together. Ok?”

“Ok.” You said, nodding. You gasped when you felt his hand cupping your pussy. His middle finger gently pressed between your labia, he rocked his hand; sliding his finger along your slit, notching the pad of his finger teasingly.

You combed his hair with your fingers, caressing the back of his head gently. He smiled, kissing your nipple, his fingers sliding in circles over your clit. He played with you until you were on the verge of tears, whimpering and trembling.

With a sigh, Jim stopped, pulling his fingers from you. He moved slowly, getting on his knees between your legs, as he sucked on his fingers. His eyes fluttered close and he hummed, a soft smile on his face.

“I’m gonna take my time, honey. I hope you don’t mind.” He said softly, then lowered himself to lick along your slit. He hummed, clearly delighted. You braced yourself, a fleeting thought reminding you’re about to experience what you only saw in all those movies.

Jim pressed his face against your pussy, grunting, nuzzling your clit while his tongue moved slowly against your hole. He growled, languidly moving against you.

You looked down and you saw him frowning, concentrated, his tongue slithering into your folds, teasing your hole with little pokes and prods. Your eyes rolled back; you moaned, unable to deal with the dual sensations of seeing him and feeling his tongue at the same time.

Jim was lost in sensation, your skin against his face, your smell, your taste. You whimpered, squirming against him, your hands pressing his head, caressing his hair.

He rejoiced in the feeling of your thighs pressing on his ears. This isn’t for show. This is real.

Your hips trembled on his hands, tensing and spasming, your whimpers a distant noise muffled by flesh and skin.

“Jim, please…” You whined.

With a sigh, he raised his head, pushing two fingers into you. His face was wet, glistening, his eyes glassy. He licked his lips, enjoying your flavor, then looked down at his fingers.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mused, in awe. “His eyes met yours, he licked his lips. “Come for me, please, honey.”

His pleading voice hid an order, somehow, and you felt as if you didn’t have a choice. You tightened against his fingers, making him moan and go back to licking your clit.

You came with a racket, whimpering and mewling, your hips pushing against his finger.

“Fuck.” He cursed softly, pulling away, on his knees, watching you. You had never seen him harder, in any of the movies. Precome pulsed freely, making his cock glisten under the lights. He squeezed the base of his cock, throwing his head back with a moan.

You watched, your mouth hanging open, your eyes half lidded. He looked so sexy it rendered you momentarily dumb; not one thought crossing your head.

“Do you want to rest, honey?” He asked, laying down by your side, his hands rubbing and squeezing your waist, your hips, your ass.

“I do need one moment.” You chuckled softly, your legs still trembling.

Jim chuckled, hugging you tight against his body. He rested his cock between your legs, length pressed against your slit.

“How can you stay still like this?” You asked. You felt so desperate, just the feel of his thick cock between your legs was enough to make you squirm and thrust, sliding against his length with languid moves.

“I’m a patient man.” Jim chuckled into your ear and kissed your neck and your shoulder. “You’re so needy.”

“I need you. Inside of me.” You complained.

“I thought you needed a moment?” Jim teased, still chuckling.

“I changed my mind!” You whined, pushing against him.

Jim kissed you, deeply, slowly, lovingly. You felt yourself melt under his attentions, his hands moving all over you. You felt your body stilling, until you just felt your cunt pulsing against his length, your body completely relaxed.

He watched you, smiling as he caressed your back, your hips, your ass, his hand smoothing and grabbing every inch of skin he could reach. You sighed, closing your eyes.

Jim moved, slowly, laying you on your back, one of your legs propped over his folded thigh. He kneeled, massaging your ankle down to your thigh, as he straddled your other leg. He kissed your foot gently as he moved, until the head of his cock was notched into your hole. He then hooked your leg around him, leaving you on your side.

He kept massaging you, distracting you with caresses. You melted under his big hands sighing.

“Relax, honey.” He ordered, as he pushed inside you.

Jim grunted, watching your surprised expression. You gasped, wide eyed, and turned your face to look at him.

“I know, I know… It’s big, but you can take it.” Jim growled softly. “That’s exactly what you came here for, wasn’t it?”

You blinked back tears of pleasure, nodding eagerly.

“Fuck, honey, you’re so tight.” He squeezed your thigh, then pulled back and grabbed your ass cheek, raising it a little so he could see your hole stretched around his cock. “You take me so well… so warm.”

Jim closed his eyes and grabbed your hand, raising it to his lips. He started moving his hips gently, slowly, kissing and licking your palm, suckling on your fingers, every movement of his hips and tongue unhurried, deliberate.

You expected him to move faster, but he never did. He just kept the steady, sedate rhythm, dragging you gently to the precipice of your pleasure.

Jim grunted softly as he moved, moaning against your palm whenever you squeezed him. You wanted to come, you could feel him close, pulsing inside you, his teeth scraping against your palm.

“Please, Jim, please…” You whined, watching him with big, watery eyes. “Please, baby, I can’t take this slow, I want to come!”

“Shhhhh, darling, you can take it.” He comforted you, dragging your hand to cup his face. His beard scratched and tickled your palm, and you dragged your fingernails against his cheek, petting him. “We are so close.”

He didn’t speed up, but his thrusts got stronger, with him grinding against you every thrust, pressing your clit. You felt your legs tense, with the head of his cock dragging against that special spot inside you.

“There. There.” Jim mumbled, and kept torturing you with his unhurried thrusts, watching you closely, his eyes half lidded.

You got lost in the soothing movement, and your orgasm took you by surprise. You tightened around him, making him smile, throw his head back. His hips ground against yours in small pulses; with a roar, he spilled inside you.

Jim crumbled beside you, wrapping his arms around your body and crushing you against him.

“Fuck, honey.” He mused, distracted, his voice low and dreamy. “Been fucking my way through life; never like this.”

“Hm?” You grunted, nuzzling him. “Like this?”

“Yeah.” He yawned. “Exactly he way I wanted.” He kissed your shoulder, your neck, then nuzzled your hair. “ ‘s like you were made for me.”

You smiled, eyes closed, basking in the afterglow.

Jim propped his head on his arm and watched your naked body curled with his. He watched you breathing deeply, his mind lost in a pleased daze.

His mind raced through countless encounters, countless partners, the cameras, everything and everyone demanding him to be a machine. You just took him, however he wanted. You took what he had to give at the moment, and you didn’t complain, didn’t frown, didn’t make him feel bad.

You squirmed and his cock twitched, threatening to rise again.

He had to remind himself he was a patient man.

#maycore #mayb writes #hopper smut #jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x fem!reader #pornstar!jimhopper

[littlemissvincentvega]

Hii could u write a part 2 to the morning wood hopper fic? Maybe hopper accidentally bumps into the reader at a bar and he takes her home and Yk… 😏

MORNING WOOD pt. 2 / a perv!hopper one shot

PART 1

a/n: OMG i finally wrote something and it is the part 2!!! i'm going to do part 3 soon (might start writing it tonight) it will most likely be the finale of this little miniseries thing with hopper. but i had so much fun writing this and i hope y'all enjoy ♥ also also i'm in the process of setting up the tumblr tips thing bc i am Poor and somebody asked me about it aaaages ago :) thanks @nonsensecynical for the request and the inspiration for doing the part 2!!

18+ explicit content / perv! jim hopper x fem!reader

cw: alcohol, smoking, sexual themes, general perviness

Wisps of smoke left his nose like an angry bull. He tapped the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray in front of him, watching as the ash fell into it. It had started out clean and empty, but since Jim arrived a small pile of cigarette butts had accumulated there. He nursed his (sixth? seventh?) drink, focused on the melting ice cubes that swirled around the glass.

"Need a drinking partner?"

Hopper looked up from the bar, his eyes widening a little when he saw it was you. Of course it was. He'd jacked off to the thought of you that very morning, so why the hell wouldn't he have to deal with speaking to you as if he hadn't just mentally fucked you into next week? "What?"

You snickered slightly and shifted to sit beside him at the bar. Unbeknownst to Jim, you were already a couple of drinks in, which was why you were so calm about approaching him. You'd considered this a few times before after seeing him drink his problems away, but today was the day you grew a pair, for some reason. "Are you having another drink?"

"Probably," came his mumbled response. He looked at you, "Why?"

You pretended not to notice his gaze drop briefly to your breasts and gave him a coy smile. "I'll get your next one. You look like you need a drinking partner. You're always in here by yourself."

"(y/n), I couldn't ask you to do that," Jim said, sitting up to look at you properly. Why was a young, beautiful thing like you bothering to speak to him? He arched his brows. "By myself--? That's by choice, not because I don't have friends, you know."

"You didn't ask me, I offered. I'm buying the Chief of Police a drink. Least I can do for you doing your duty," you grinned, ignoring his further comments. He closed his eyes in annoyance, sighed through his nose and begrudgingly agreed.

-

"Let me give you a ride home," Hopper told you an hour or so later, sliding the empty glasses toward the barkeep. "Least I can do after you bought me a single drink."

You grinned upon seeing a smile twitch on his usually stoic face, then slid on your coat. "I didn't tell you to pay for my other drinks. I just... let you do it. It's fine, I'll drive myself home."

"No, no-- not happening." He was already ushering you out, a large hand hovering near your lower back. The bitterly cold air of the evening woke you up slightly, and you grimaced at the change in temperature. "I'll hafta arrest you for drink-driving. Wouldn't want that."

Being slightly merry, you bit your lip into a smile of mischief and eyed him. "Would that involve you putting me in handcuffs?"

That kinky little shit. I knew it. Hopper stared at you for a few moments, then continued to whisk you to his truck. "Yes."

Jim helped you into the passenger side of the truck, closed the door for you and then made his way to the driver's seat. He cleared his throat and glanced your way. You had slid your coat down your shoulders just a little to allow the cold air around your breasts. And yes, he could see your nipples trying to poke through the fabric of your shirt. Dark gaze lingered on them for a moment before he cleared his throat again and switched on the engine. "Thanks, uh, for keepin' me company tonight," he mumbled.

"Oh-- don't mention it. It's nice to not drink by myself for once."

"You there a lot?" he queried, taking a look behind before reversing out of the parking spot.

"Mm, sometimes," you hummed, popping the cap off of your lipstick and topping it up in the mirror. Hopper wished you wouldn't do that. It was making his mind go to places, places it had been that same morning. Making him think about how beautiful you'd look with those beautiful plump lips wrapped around his cock, pumping and sucking...

And then you broke his trance with a question. "Should you even be driving?"

"What?"

You returned the lid to your lipstick and put it in your handbag. "You're technically drink-driving, Chief."

God. Stop calling me that. He glanced your way, a gentle smirk tugging at his lips. "What'd you just call me?"

Brows arched, you stared at him and tried to ignore the pulsing between your thighs. After a short pause, you answered him, albeit a little quieter. "Chief."

"Exactly. I'm the Chief of Police, I can do what I want." And what I want is to fuck your brains out.

You simply rolled your eyes and chuckled a little, opting to look out of the window. Jim took that opportunity to steal a few glances at your body, the way your skirt perfectly hugged your hips, how the low-cut top showed off your delicious breasts. How he'd like to grab them, knead them, suckle on your perfect little nipples. He swallowed thickly, making an attempt to ignore his twitching cock. No, not twitching-- it was throbbing.

When you turned to look for any packs of cigarettes Jim had laying around his car, it wasn't difficult to see what he was trying to hide. It only made your core ache more for him, and from what you could see, he was big. You diverted your gaze from it quickly, locating the cigarettes, and sparked up. The first exhale definitely helped to calm you down, but it was barely a distraction from how sopping wet you felt.

The rest of the ride was quiet, almost awkward considering how you were both feeling (unbeknownst to each other), but Hopper broke the silence when he pulled into the trailer park. "Which number are you again?" he mumbled. He knew the number.

"Right there." You pointed at your trailer, which was painted light blue (a DIY job Eddie Munson had helped you with, much to Steve's dismay).

Hopper pulled up at the side of your home, hands resting in his lap to conceal what was going on down there. A small smile was given to you. "Home sweet home."

You noticed that he didn't turn off the engine, which was a slightly disheartening, but your horny little brain had other plans. One hand rested on the door handle and you looked across to him, eyebrows raised. "Aren't you gonna walk me to my door?"

Oh, God, why? He looked mildly annoyed, staring at you silently for a moment. "The free ride home not enough?"

"Nope." You flashed him a grin.

Rolling his eyes, Jim switched off the engine and exited the car. In his mind, he was hoping his erection had subsided a little, but he knew full well it wasn't going away until he took care of it. All he had to do was pray you didn't notice. "Alright," he helped you down from the truck, savouring every moment his hands touched your body, "five more steps and you're home safe."

"Huh, chivalry isn't dead, after all," you joked, walking with him to your porch. You fumbled to grab your keys and began to unlock the door.

"Sure," he cracked a small smile again. You were sweet-- he found you to have a decent sense of humour, too. "Uh, thanks again for keepin' me company."

You removed the key and opened the door, looking up at him. "You're welcome. Do you want to come inside for a bit?"

For a moment, Jim's eyes widened and he fell silent. He looked inside, then back to you. "No, I should get goin'. Got stuff to do."

"What stuff?" You held his gaze, subtly ran your tongue along your upper lip.

"Y'know-- laundry. Got some, uh, dirty dishes--"

But he was cut off. Your hand, much smaller than his, had found the outline of his erection, and you were gently rubbing it through his work-slacks. "What else?" you breathed, watching the poor man try to catch his breath.

He swallowed thickly, all too aware of how heavy he was breathing. Gaze dropped to watch your hand, then slowly rose to capture all of the beauty your body held. His eyes finally met yours again. "Gotta take a shower... maybe it can wait..." Without warning, he pushed you inside and slammed the door behind you both, shoving you against the nearest wall. It made the framed photos there shake, but Hopper didn't care. You squealed with surprise-- his cock rubbed against you as his lips met yours, all hunger and pent-up frustration and passion. He groaned against your lips, only pulling away after a few seconds to catch his breath and look at you. Yes, it was clear. You both wanted the same thing.

-

PART 3 COMING SOON!

#hopper #chief hopper x reader #jim hopper x reader #chief jim hopper #jim hopper #jim hopper fanfic #hopper fanfic #hopper smut #chief hopper smut #hopper x you

[hoe-for-hopper]

Mornings are for coffee and thigh riding

Chief Hopper x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: thigh riding, just a little bit of a daddy kink.

Word Count: 667

Summary: A short little oneshot featuring everyone's favorite chief. You wake up in a ~mood~, but Hopper is too tired.

A/N: hiii. this is my first fic!

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

You set down the book you’ve been reading. You can’t focus anyway with the snoring coming from the back bedroom.

How is he so loud? You think to yourself as you make your way down the hall.

As you enter the room, you can see Hopper’s chest rising and falling as he sleeps. You really shouldn’t wake him up, he’s had such a long few weeks at the station. Today is his first day off in weeks. He needs all the rest he can get.

But you can’t help yourself. You’ve been restless all morning. You can’t help yourself; it’s just been too long since you and Hopper spent ~quality time~ together.

You tiptoe quietly towards the bed, peeling your shorts off as you walk. You climb on top of Hopper’s sleeping body, pulling yourself onto his lap and laying your head on his chest. You start rubbing your hands up and down his chest to his stomach.

Eventually, you need more. You need stimulation. Your core has been throbbing since you’d woken up. You start rocking your hips back and forth over Hopper’s lap. You feel him harden, then stir awake.

“Good morning, Chief.” You whisper into his ear.

“Good morning, baby. What are you doing?”

“Oh nothing, I just wanted to say good morning.” You’re still rocking your hips back and forth, increasing the pressure and speed every so slowly. You’re beginning to get almost desperate for his touch. “Don’t you want to say good morning too?”

His hands moved down to grip your hips and slowly move you off his lap so you’re laying on his side. “You know I would love to, but sweetheart, I’m just so tired. It’s been a long week.” He turns to face you and caresses your back. Moving his large fingers up and down your spine.

“It’s okay, I understand. You’ve been so busy lately.” You whisper while reaching your hand down to your core, beginning to rub lazy circles.

Hopper glances down to watch your hand move around the thin fabric of your panties. “Ugh, baby. Please don’t tempt me. I need to rest.” Instead of replying, you start moving your fingers faster over your sensitive nub. Hopper grunts before moving your hand away from yourself. He pulls you up and over so you’re straddling his thick thigh. “I’m too tired, but I want to watch you. Take what you need.” He whispers into your neck as he pushes you up. He grips your hips as he helps your body rock back and forth over his thigh.

“Hopper.” You’re almost breathless as you begin to ride his thigh. You’re dripping now and it’s not going to take long to completely lose yourself on top of him.

Hopper stares with a tired gaze through his lashes as he continues to help you move yourself over him. “Keep going. I love the way you look riding my thigh. Show Daddy what you’ve been wanting.”

Your movements start getting faster, your breathing heavier. “I want you.” You whisper out as your rocking becomes more frantic, more needy. You release moans into the air, shutting your eyes as you start feeling the tightening in your core begin to release.

“Is this what you wanted? I can feel how wet you are through my boxers, baby. Don’t stop.”

“Oh, fuc-” You breathe as the tingling inside you grows more and more until you’ve completely come undone. Your rocking starts to slow and you fall forward to grip Hopper’s shoulders. One of his hands moves from your hip to your lower back and starts rubbing small circles.

Hopper lets you rest there for a minute before helping you off so you’re laying beside him snuggled under his arm. “Did you like my goodmorning?” You ask him as you close your eyes, suddenly sleepy again.

He rolls to his side and pulls you in towards his chest. “I loved it. Let’s go back to sleep and I’ll maybe give you a good afternoon later.”

#hopper x reader #chief hopper #hopper smut #jim hopper x reader #chief hopper x reader #myfics #hopper fanfic #jim hopper #oneshot

[medium-rare-bimbo]

Teehee hopper punishing you

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MINORS DNI

Contains: spanking, mean! Hopper, daddy kink

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"Who do you belong to?"

"S-Steve HarRINGTON-"

His hands tighten their grip on your hips arching them so your head is shoved into the pillows below you.

"You want to repeat that? Who" -thrust- "do" -thrust- "you" -thrust- "belong" -thrust- "to?"

"S-StEve-" you answer is cut off by a harsh slap to your ass, your skin prickles as the impact burns, a deep bruise would settle in its place the next morning reminding you of your idiotic behaviour.

It's not your fault that you're acting out like this, honestly. Hopper never let's you do anything >:(( you're his dirty little secret and you hate it (although you cant deny the thrill you get when sneaking around with him), the constant flirting with women yet you're barely allowed to talk to a boy :(( why can he flirt yet you cant?? Its not fair !!! You've hinted at becoming his and only his but he always reminds you that you already belong to him, that's not what you mean and he knows it. You want the entire world to know who you belong to !! Officer jim hopper !! You want to be able to hold his hand and kiss him in public :(( if he wasnt going to let you have you're fun you might aswell find it somewhere else, Why behave like a good girl when pretty boy Steve Harrington can give you all the public attention you could ever want??

Your plan had horribly backfired, you had not expected hopper to find you mid act in the back of Steve's car. Shame, embarrassment and regret washed over you as hopper made some half assed excuse to usher you into the police car instead of letting the boy (who had just had his cock inside you) drive you home.

The drive was quiet and you hadn't said a word to eachother since the car started, when you were pulled into his house you didnt try to stop him nor did you try to defuse the situation you've gotten yourself into.

Which is how you got here;

Hoppers thrusts got more brutal as you refused to answer him correctly, each thrust pushing you up the bed almost hitting your head on the headboard (which hoppers hand was holding as to not cause too much noise occasionally leaving to play with your body) you've never felt so full before and although steve has big nobody was as big as hopper, with fury fueling his movements he was able to hit spots you didnt know existed.

You could feel your orgasm build up as the abuse on your cunt refused to cease, your insides would be rubbed raw from the way he was playing with you however Hopper pulled out before your peak hit, removing any sort of stimulation from your aching pussy. You mewled in despair almost sobbing as you were stolen from that sweet release of pleasure

"Nonononononono please- I- i need to cum please let me cum I'm sorry- please! I didnt mean to- I- i just did it for attention he meant nothing i promise- daddy please I'll be good just let me cum-"

SMACK

"Oh so You'll be good now? AFTER you've been bad?-"

SMACK

"If you didnt prance around like a stupid slut you would get to cum wouldnt you?"

You nodded your head, tears leaking from your eyes and onto the pillow your face was previously shoved into. Whines left your swollen lips yet hopper payed no attention, preferring to watch your hole clench and unclench with desperation to be filled. His thumb came to rest on your opening pulling at the flesh to watch the slick spread.

"PleASE daddy please I'm so sorry- I should have never done it! jus' wanted you to pay attention to me! dont like hiding us- d- didn' think you'd care about it-"

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

you squealed into the pillow as his heavy hands rained down on your sensitive behind. Your face was hot and lips were sore from how your teeth caught on them when you cried, cheeks puffy and soaked with tears.

"Didnt think I cared about it?" He shoved himself back inside of you the burn of the sudden breach made you squirm but were quickly held still by the big man above you, a hand holding both of your hands against your back forcing it to arch, the other holding your head in the pillow as to muffle the sounds escaping you.

"Does this look like I dont care?" -A thrust matching each syllable he spoke- "do you think I'm okay with my girl whoring herself out to whatever man gives her attention?"

"Nu uh- i- I'm so sorry daddy jus' thought-"

A particularly hard thrust knocked the breath out of you cutting of your rambled apology.

"Thought what? That you could get away with being a slut?"

"NO no no no I didn't think tha'- th-thought that I wasn' your girl- thought you didn' wan' me to be"

Hoppers thrusts softened yet still had their strength as he took in your words he has told you countless of times that you belonged to him and him only. perhaps the hickeys, hip bruises, marks on your ass and limping wasnt enough for you? Or maybe you wanted eveyone to see it, the entirety of Hawkins watching the mean old man swoon for his pretty little girlfriend. He had always thought you knew that, always thought you were the one that didnt want to show affection in public.

You're sobs of gratification do not fall on deaf ears as you mutter out praises and thank yous, most of what you say is unintelligible too caught up in the pleasure he was finally giving you. Hoppers hand reached below you his middle and ring finger finding home on your clit, pinching and circling the poor nub as best he could giving the unpaused movements of his hips.

Moans and squeals fell out of you as you felt your orgasm build up again, a part of your brain wanted to scream with agony fearing the rejection and denial of release but that thought was swept over as hopper held your body closer to his. His chest touching your back with his head in the crook of your neck whispering praises that you couldnt hear, drowned out by the collision of your lower halves.

"Ah shit fuck- oh god baby cum for me come on- good girl- such a good girl for me being so well behaved- cum as much as you like there you go baby-"

"I love you daddy s'much- I love you- I love you- i love you pleeeaase-" before you had the chance to continue your love filled rambles your orgasm washed over with such force you collapsed on the bed, too focused on the feeling to continue to stay up, instead letting hopper hold you up by your hips.

"thaaat's it- well done c'mon get it all out for me-" he growled out almost reaching his end as your now damaged and sensitive pussy clenched around him. "Gonna cum in my girl- make sure it stains yo- shit- your insides make it- make it drip out of you-"

With a final harsh thrust hopper came inside you his hips stuttering as he pumped you full of his thick seed making sure to finally claim you, panting above you to catch his breathe when the pleasure died down. His vision cleared to see you in a spaced out haze, barely awake and too fucked out to care. Carefully he pulled out of you rubbing soothing circles on your hips as he began to free himself of your tightness, you whimpered in protest desperate to keep him inside you aswell as the warmth he gave you. You felt every vein and ridge of his cock leave your pussy giving you a cum filled hole in place. some of it leaked out of you and down your thighs yet hopper was quick to stuff it back with his fingers.

"Who do you belong to?"

"J-Jim hopper"

The next day he took you on a date and for the first time held you hand for eveyone to see <3<3

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

[keerysteacake]

Final Essay

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐲/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝟐𝟓-𝟐𝟔 𝐲𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄/𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

𝐖𝐂: 𝟏.𝟒𝐤

𝐀𝐍: 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫… 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭! 𝐏𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 :)

Your head hung dangerously close to the paper on the desk, your eyes focused. Lower lip pinned back by your teeth as you wrote line after line. It had been over an hour of nonstop writing as you neared the long awaited end of your final essay.

After graduating high school, you had no intention of jumping right into college. You took two years to freely enjoy your life, nothing held you down. Once you felt like enough life experiences had been had, you enrolled in a community college thirty minutes from your home town of Hawkins, Indiana.

Six years had passed since you graduated high school. You settled with a business degree and now, in your senior year, the final semester of your senior year, the finish line was within sight.

A loud, dramatic sigh was heard from directly behind you. The noise caused you to jump slightly. The intense focus you had been caught up in caused you to forget that your boyfriend, Jim Hopper, was existing in the same room.

How you ended up dating the Chief of Hawkins was a story about as complex as the multi page essay you were writing. Age gap and being a college student aside, you two were happy. Sure, it was the talk of the town when the two of you made it “official”, but it was better than hiding it forever.

The slight squeak of the Lazy Boy chair followed by Hopper’s heavy footsteps pulled you from your work. You blinked a couple times to regain focus and continued to write.

“Almost done?” Hopper asked, standing next to the table, scanning the multiple completed papers that were scattered around you.

“I think I have about two more pages.” You answered with a nod.

That was clearly not the answer Hopper wanted to hear based on the low grumble that emanated from his throat. “You really gonna get graded on all of this? Who has time to read every sentence anyway?”

“Yes, Hopper, I am. And believe me the professor will read everything. That’s why I have to make sure it’s perfect. Now shoo, I need to finish.”

You waved your right hand in dismissal. When he didn’t budge you sat back against your chair and looked up at him. His eyes were dark and slightly hooded as he gazed down at you. The expression caused your stomach to knot and cheeks to flush a rosey pink. You knew this expression. It’s one you fantasize about the most, the one you wish to always see on his face. Once Hopper had that look in his eye, there was nothing that would shake it till he got what he wanted which was you.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You answered, although that statement was far from the truth.

“Like what?” Hopper’s voice was deeper, thick with desire as he leaned his weight against the table.

“Like that. As if I don’t know what you’re thinking. I really need to get this paper done, Hop.”

There was a tense moment of silence that filled the room. You did your best to ignore the feeling of having Hopper’s eyes fixated on you as you resumed your writing. Your heart beat quickened, thinking about the things you could be doing with him if this damn paper wasn’t due in the morning.

“You’ve been working on that paper long enough. I think you need a break.” His words were like butter, smooth, rich with want and desire.

Hopper gently brushed back some of your hair as you desperately tried to focus on the paper. Eyes fixated on the blank spot next to your last written word, pencil in hand, yet you couldn’t physically get yourself to write. You had become completely distracted.

Hopper knew this. A sly smirk spread across his lips as he traced his hand along your back and down to your waist. Playing with the fabric of your shorts, he had hoped you’d give in at that point. Much to his dismay, you still had your eyes on the paper in front of you.

“I’ve been stressing over this paper for days. It’s due tomorrow, I have to finish it now.” You made one final attempt to thwart his efforts.

“You can take a little break sweetheart, I hate seeing you so stressed.” Hopper countered, hand still playing with the fabric of your shorts.

The man didn’t even need to physically come close to the space between your legs for it to start throbbing for him. Sometimes you hated how much you yearned for him.

With his desire at an all time high but earning none of your attention in return, Hopper decided to take matters into his own hands.

Placing his left hand on the back of your chair, Hopper forcefully tipped it back so you were leaning at an angle. The sudden shift in the way you sat caused you to gasp and drop your pencil. Hopper leaned down, crashing his lips against yours.

“Hop-“ you managed, the words getting swallowed by the kiss, you didn’t mind.

Your lips moved with Hopper’s with a sense of urgency and determination. His right hand drifted upward, snaking under your oversized tshirt and giving your braless chest a gentle squeeze. You hummed against his lips in response to his touch. The final essay had all but been forgotten by now.

“I think you need that break now.” Hopper muttered against your lips.

"I think you're right." you breathed.

In a sequence of quick movements fueled by searing hot passion, Hopper had you flat out on the couch as he thrusted his cock into you. You moaned into a small decorative pillow that cushioned your face.

Hopper placed one hand flat against the small of your back, pushing you down against the scratchy fabric of the old sofa. Your right leg dangled off the couch, the other leg bent, knee pressed deeply into the sofa as Hopper leaned into your lower half to drive himself deeper into your tight cavern.

"Holy shit..." you muttered, the words barely forming from the amount of pleasure that flooded your mind.

The man knew exactly the right spots to hit. Every angle and every stroke was purposeful. He knew your body literally inside and out.

"How's that baby?" Hopper asked, his voice strained slightly from breathing heavy as he continued the quick pace he set the moment he entered you.

"Amazing." you said barely above a whisper.

Hopper removed his right hand off your back, instead gripping your hair and pulling back just enough to lift your head off the pillow. The very action of him taking a fistful of your hair was nearly enough to send you completely over the edge.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear that, what did you say?" the man's voice was low, thick with desire as he spoke.

"It's fucking amazing." you said louder, a moan chasing the statement.

"That's what I thought."

You couldn't see his face but you could tell he sported a satisfied smirk on his lips.

The thought of his facial expression was quickly interrupted with the tingling sensation that rapidly built up inside you. Your legs quivered at the sensation and it caused you to suck in a large amount of air.

"Hop, I'm- I'm gonna cum." your voice wavered, the pleasure was almost too intense to speak.

Your boyfriend didn't answer. Instead, Hopper let go of your hair, placing both of his hands on the arm of the couch directly in front of you. His hips pressed against your bare ass, the position caused each stroke to now hit deeper than before.

"Hopper!" you squeaked, the peak of your orgasm being reached causing you to desperately grip his arms as your walls fluttered around his cock.

Your orgasm prompted Hopper to reach his own. The man groaned a few times as he filled you completely, taking his weight off you and sitting up slightly. The two of you panted heavily, no words were spoken for a minute. It was a mutual satisfaction over the events that had just transpired.

A sharp smack to your left ass cheek caused you to jolt slightly and giggle. Hopper pulled himself out of you and rose to his feet.

"How was that for a break from your paper?"

You turned onto your side, meeting Hopper's gaze. The eye contact caused both of you to smile at one another.

"It was just the mental break I needed, thank you." you replied.

"Go on, get back to work, just don't over exert yourself alright?" Hopper pulled his jeans back on as he spoke.

"Mmmm," you hummed, watching your boyfriend dress himself. "I think I already have."

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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Perv!Dark!Jim Hopper x fem!reader • Jealousy, angst, posessive Hopper • Hopper has a corruption kink and some dark fantasies about reader

PART TWO

Chief Jim Hopper knew he had a problem; several, in fact. There was his moderate abuse of alcohol which bordered on severe, especially under times of heightened stress (which to be fair, seemed like most of the time these days). Then there was his pill addiction, the ones he found himself leaning on throughout the day when the effects of the previous night’s alcohol had worn off. But the problem Hopper had that bothered him the most, perhaps, was the one that involved YOU…

He was absolutely, unequivocally in lust with you. Every time Hopper saw you, the limited bit of feminism he’d learned over the years flew right out the window. He wanted you, and not in a pretty way, or any way that implied romance, flowers, dating, none of that. He wanted you carnally, in a way that almost frightened him because of the strength behind it.

Hopper knew he could control himself, at least physically. He wasn’t worried about that, wasn’t concerned that he’d hurt you. But mentally…he was out of control. The fantasies that filled his mind involving you were beyond pornographic; they were sinful. Everything sweet about you, everything pure, Hopper wanted to corrupt.

As the station’s new secretary, he saw you daily, heard your voice chatting on the phone and with your co-workers. And fuck, how he wanted you. He wanted to know if your pretty face would still look so sweet, so innocent, with his cum running down it? How distorted would your sweet voice sound with his cock rammed down your throat? Would you still be smiling if his hands were in your hair, yanking it backwards as he stretched your asshole beyond its capacity to take him?

Hopper knew he was sick. And sometimes, when he was alone and drunk, or high, he didn’t fucking care that he was sick. He didn’t mind being a monster, in those moments with his hand around his cock, lying on his back with his eyes closed, imagining your mouth around him instead. Servicing him, seducing him, your pretty eyes on his and only him.

He was your boss, after all. Your superior in every way. How Hopper wished he could take advantage of that superiority, to abuse his position of power as thoroughly as he longed to abuse your throat. It was all fantasy, of course, and therefore safe. A secret indulgence that Hopper took little pride in during sobriety, but that he found himself a slave to when intoxicated. Even at the station, he’d have no choice but to relieve himself in the privacy of his office.

Hearing your voice just outside his door, knowing what you were wearing as he’d seen you when he entered the station that morning, Hopper would lock his door and have his pants undone before he got back to his chair. He’d loosen the top buttons of his shirt, sit back and stroke himself to the sound of your voice beyond the door, hanging on your words, the gentle trill of your laughter. He’d imagine how pretty your moans would sound as he took you from behind, how sweetly you’d whimper as he pumped his cum inside you, then licked you clean.

Hopper would reach for whatever was nearby, usually his emptied coffee cup from that morning, and ejaculate into it. And what a poor substitute for your mouth it was, he’d think, breathless and leaning fully back in his chair, cock still leaking and twitching in his hand. He’d always toss the cup into the trash can and clean himself up, so no one suspected a thing. No one else at the station was aware of his perversions, and that’s how Hopper wanted it to be. He knew that if his secret got out, it would ruin his already faltering reputation within the community. Hawkins was his hometown, and had generally been sympathetic considering his past trauma and choice to return home after the death of his daughter. But this? Combined with the rumors of Hopper’s substance abuse, the fact that he was lusting after the new secretary at least ten years his junior would likely solidify his reputation as a degenerate and render him unfit for duty.

Hopper was lonely, very lonely. It had been months since he’d last had a woman, and even then, it was so casual and boring that it meant nothing to him. He hadn’t even wanted her, truthfully; she was just a wet, willing mouth to suck him off, parked behind The Hideaway bar downtown after they’d both indulged in far too many beers. She’d swallowed his cum, he’d fingered her in the front seat to climax, and that was the end of it. She’d left his car for her own, parked a few feet away, and they’d never seen each other since. She’d tried to get his attention in the weeks after, but Hopper wasn’t interested.

Because a week later, you’d come to work at the station, and Hopper’s world (at least, his internal world) had been flipped upside down. He’d never been more attracted to anyone in his life, never felt such an instinctive, primal yearning for a woman who he literally knew almost nothing about. But really, Hopper would ask himself, did he need to know more? He could see everything he wanted to take from you, from just one look in your direction. That body…those soft pink lips that would look even softer with his cum dripping out of them…Your eyes, beautiful eyes that he needed to see rolled back while gagging on his cock…

Hopper was reaching a breaking point, he feared. Although he knew he’d never hurt you, he needed to. He needed to know what you felt like around his dick, what sounds you’d make taking him. He wondered if you’d ever been with a man as big as him before? Hopper knew he was hung, at least three inches above the average man’s size. He was thick too, and he knew from experience that women appreciate a cock with not only length but girth as well. He knew he could pease you, could do things to your body that no other man ever had, if only you’d allow him. If only, if only, if only…

Hopper was drowning in ‘if only’s.’ One way or another, he would have you. The first step , he decided, was to approach you as a colleague. Not as your boss, necessarily, even though that’s what he was. He needed to be subtle about his approach, so as not to come across as abusing his position of power over you. This needed to go down smoothly, softly, a calculated plan of action that Hopper was dedicated to seeing through, from the beginning to where it ended with his cock buried inside you…

He planned to approach you at the station’s annual ‘Spring Fling,’ a community fundraising event for local charities held every year on the second Saturday in April. Hopper chose this event because it was outside of work, yet as an employee of the Hawkins P.D. you were sure to be there. The days leading up to the Spring Fling were the hardest for Hopper, both figuratively and literally. He’d never had to masturbate so often in his life, finding himself painfully hard through most of the work day just being near you. Thank god for the privacy of his office and the lock on its door. Hopper had begun taking extra coffee in the morning with the excuse that he was more tied than usual, with the actual intent of dumping the coffee out and using the empty cups to cum inside.

He groomed himself as usual the morning of the event, taking slightly longer to adjust himself in the mirror before leaving his trailer. Hopper had been a little self conscious about his weight in recent years, but he was tall and knew that his height worked as an advantage for him. Straightening in the mirror, pressing his shoulders back, he met his eyes in his reflection, their deep, intense blue. He was ready.

Hopper planned to make casual, friendly conversation with you, before inviting you to dinner. He’d control his body as best he could, force his eyes not to wander from your eyes to anywhere besides your lips, perhaps, and even then, for the briefest of moments. He needed to seal this deal, to secure your trust (although as Chief of Police and your employer, he was reasonably sure he already had it). No need to get ahead of himself, however, Hopper remembered. It was better to assume you had at least a neutral opinion of him before proceeding, rather than expect your automatic approval.

When he arrived at the Spring Fling, Hopper was surprised to see how just many people had turned out. The event usually drew a big crowd, but the majority of Hawkins seemed to be there this year. It was promising for the charities hoping to earn donations that day, but made Hopper’s effort to spot you in the crowd more difficult. He met up with officers Callahan and Powell, and lingered with them near the stage set up for music to be performed later, hoping that perhaps the trio of them would catch your eye and prompt you to say hello.

When Hopper did see you, he was awestruck. You were, to him, like something divine: an angel dressed in white, your long skirt moving gently in the light April breeze, the neckline low enough to display your breasts but modest enough to keep his mind actively wondering for more. Your hair was pinned up by bright yellow ribbons, tied together at the back of your head to create what looked to Hopper like the crown a princess in a fairytale might wear.

You were so effortlessly elegant, so perfectly innocent, moving through the crowd completely unaware of the effect you were having on Hopper, and likely most of the other men in attendance. Hopper opened his lips to speak as you approached, but was stopped short when he noticed the young man walking alongside you. Hopper hadn’t seen him before, had been so lost in the sight of you that anyone else near you had faded into the background of his vision, blurred by your presence.

The young man smiled and placed his arm around your waist, as if to claim you. Hopper’s jaw tightened; he’d seen this man before. Up close, he was barely a man at all, at least as Hopper perceived. This was a boy, in his early twenties Hopper assumed. Hopper wondered what this boy was doing for you, what he was doing to you, knowing full well that he could do it so much better, regardless of how good this boy was in bed-

“Chief!” you said brightly, pulling Hopper from his vindictive string of thoughts. “It’s so good to see you! I can’t believe this many people showed up today, isn’t it great?”

Hopper forced a polite smile onto his face.

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’m glad to see such a big turnout.” Hopper’s eyes narrowed slightly at the man with his arm around your waist. “You look beautiful, (y/n),” he said, and you smiled, cheeks going slightly pink. Because of course they did. Of course you blushed easily, because you were so sweet, so soft. And it made Hopper want to absolutely ruin you…

“Who’s your friend?” he asked, his tone slightly sharper than he’d intended. You smiled and looked up at the (admittedly handsome, Hopper conceded) man beside you. “This is Steve, my boyfriend,” you replied, your cheeks going pinker. The young man extended his hand to Hopper for a friendly shake. “Steve Harrington,” he said, his big brown eyes full of a joy that Hopper had only dreamed of ever experiencing. “My mom runs one of the charities participating here today, right over-.” He pointed awkwardly past Hopper, who didn’t bother to look, chuckling slightly. “-Over there,” Steve continued, adding “it’s good to meet you, Chief.”

Hopper studied the boy a moment longer, committing to memory all of the details about him he’d have to pick apart and analyze later. “Likewise,” Hopper lied, taking Steve’s hand and squeezing harder than he needed. Steve’s eyebrows rose but his smile remained polite. “Well uh, (y/n) tells me a lot about her new job,” Steve said, his tone pleasant as ever. Hopper’s eyes shifted back to you. “Does she?” he asked, and you smiled up at Steve.

“I tell him what I can,” you teased. “But not all the details; I can’t give away too much information about everything that goes on at the station-.” You playfully patted Hopper’s arm, and he swallowed. “-You know,” you continued. “Official police business and all that…”

Hopper knew you only were being friendly, but his paranoia made him wonder exactly how much you knew about what went on at the station? Specifically, his daily masturbation when you were just outside his door? Hopper forced the possibility away, refusing to entertain it. If you knew about it, you probably wouldn’t be so friendly towards him right now, or anytime for that matter. You’d probably think your boss was a pervert (and that’s exactly what Hopper knew he was) never speaking to him again unless you had to. You were too sweet, too innocent, to ever condone such carnal, almost animalistic behavior from a man, surely. At least, that’s what Hopper had always assumed. It’s why he wanted to test how far he could soil such a pretty little flower, to pluck every petal and see what you were capable of underneath?

“Only good things,” Steve assured Hopper. He nodded politely. “Well that’s good to hear,” Hopper said, but he wasn’t looking at Steve; he was looking at you. “(Y/N) is a real asset to the station. We’re lucky to have her.”

Steve smiled down at you warmly. “Me too,” he murmured, and you leaned into each other for a quick kiss. Hopper felt his blood boiling.

You noticed the odd look on the Chief’s face, and felt slightly embarrassed. Even though you weren’t at work, and in a casual setting, you worried maybe it was still unprofessional to give your boyfriend a kiss in this situation? In front of your boss? You were still learning the proper decorum for working at the station, and you hoped your innocent display with Steve hadn’t rubbed Hopper the wrong way. The last thing you wanted to be was unprofessional.

To lighten the mood, you decided to attempt a joke. “I think,” you told Steve, glancing from him to Hopper. “The reason the Chief likes me is because I get him those extra cups of coffee right away every time he asks for them.”

Hopper couldn’t help it; his eyes widened slightly. You were giggling, probably oblivious to the actual weight of what you’d said, but…Hopper’s paranoia lurched in his stomach. What if…what if you did know? He scanned your eyes for any sign of hidden meaning, for any indication that you were on to his behavior behind the office door. But all Hopper saw in your eyes was, as usual, a beautiful innocence that lay waiting to be corrupted…

Steve chimed in with “I’ll bet you need every last drop too, huh Chief?”

Hopper frowned at him, not understanding for a moment before he realized Steve was talking about coffee. “With your job, being so stressful, I mean.”

Hopper nodded, realizing that his dislike of Steve Harrington was rapidly shifting to hatred. “Yeah, it’s a job alright,” Hopper muttered in Steve’s direction, still avoiding looking at him.

You noticed a friend of your and Steve’s a few feet away, and waved to them. Steve saw them as well, and you both took a step in their direction. “Gotta go, boss,” you smiled warmly at Hopper. “See you Monday morning.”

Hopper grinned tightly, glancing very briefly at Steve when the younger man took his hand again. “Pleasure to meet ya, Chief,” Steve told him. Hopper didn’t return the sentiment.

The rest of the event dragged on for Hopper monotonously. Although he tried his best to avoid seeking you out in the crowd, he still found himself looking for the yellow ribbons adorning your hair, and the white dress that drifted so gently in the breeze. It was a welcome distraction in a way, having so many people around, speaking to him even though he had no interest in them or their conversation. There was only one person in the crowd that he cared about; and now, he knew that having you would be more of a challenge than ever.

Hopper felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned. He was looking at a woman, and it took him a solid thirty seconds to recognize that she was the woman he’d fucked in his car months ago. “Hello there, Sherrif,” she said with an overly flirtatious drawl, her voice and demeanor reeking of desperation. She slid her hand down Hopper’s arm, and he watched it, noting the harsh, tacky shade of her nail polish. He knew that you would never wear such a color. You kept your nails neat and pretty, painted in soft pastels like the flowers in your hair.

Hopper hated this woman’s hand on him. He hated the way her neon pink lipstick had transferred onto her teeth as she smiled up at him, waiting for validation. Hopper wondered how long it would take to wash that disgusting pink lipstick off his dick later? He smiled back at the woman, watching her light up at his attention, that he remembered her. There was nothing in this for Hopper, he realized, besides a quick fix to a problem only your body, your mouth, could solve for him.

He looked past the woman briefly just in time to see you and Steve leaving the event together, hardly able to keep your hands off each other. It was all the motivation Hopper needed to make yet another bad decision; and so he took the woman’s hand in his, and asked her a question he already knew the answer to: “What’re you doing tonight?”

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[tinythebunni]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ DBF!Hopper and innocent reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ

Hopper’s Pretty Baby

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ

He really shouldn’t be doing this. Jerking off to his best friends daughter while she’s downstairs. Giggling and waltzing around in a white dress and lacey pink socks. Her sinful strawberry lips and doe eyes gazing up at him every second. Her hair flowing down her back.

He didn’t know if he wanted to braid for her or pull it while he fucks her from behind. He shouldn’t be thinking these things about someone half his age. Barely legal and just out of Highschool. He wasn’t a pervert. He was just a man with needs. And right now he needed to take care of those needs.

Pink underwear with a white bow wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t decide where to put them. Under his nose so he could smell it while he cums, or have it wrapped around his tip. He was absolutely feral right now. Pulling and palming at his cock in frustration. He slowly stopped touching himself as he pants in need. He needed to cum.

He was acting absolutely sinful right now. He couldn’t control himself. He needed you badly but you were barely prepared for him. You hadn’t even had your first kiss yet. He could just imagine how you would react if you saw him right now. Touching himself, in your bedroom. Watching him.

That’s what he wanted. It’s what he needed. Grabbing your panties, he wrapped it around his tip and started over again. He imagined you walking in and watching him. His cum painting your underwear white. You, gasping and shutting the door behind you. You’d call him a pervert. You’d yell at him and call his disgusting. God he needed that.

You’d degraded him and make him feel nasty and vulnerable. Hopper couldn’t stop himself as he felt his stomach flex and twitch. The coil in his stomach snapping and unraveling. He cums into his palms, but he doesn’t stop there. He keeps going until the burn of overstimulation makes him groan as he cums yet again.

He wipes his hands with your underwear and pulls his pants back up. He gets ready to go downstairs and face you. The object of his desires. His eternal love, yet his forever lust.

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[empresskylo]

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

━━━━━‧₊˚➛ hopper is your self-proclaimed adoptive father. he catches you with your teddy bear one night and he wants to help you out. [one scenario where he's sweet, one where he's #dark!jim]

pairing ‧₊˚➛ dark/dad!jim hopper x afab!reader

tags ‧₊˚➛18+ content, smut, unprotected sex, reader is 20, reader described as tiny, innocent!reader, daddy kink, size kink, praise kink, masturbation, dub-con, stepcest i guess but he's not even really reader's dad--more like he's been taking care of you since you were idk 17-18.

w.c.‧₊˚➛ 2256

a.n. ‧₊˚➛ jesus christ, i promise you i have lots of fluff and cute stuff coming, i just always end up finishing smut first... i'm sorry. anyways, i'm going to hell for writing this. and you're going to hell for reading it (-:

masterlist. navi.

Jim made his way over to your bedroom door to check in on you like he did every night before he went to bed. He yawned and rubbed his hand against his chest, undoing a few of the buttons so his shirt wasn’t so tight. 

Your door was already ajar and he gently knocked on it and then pushed it open all the way. He instantly froze. His mouth hung open like he was about to say something to you, but his words got caught in his throat at the sight in front of him.

Your room was dark and he could only spot the silhouette of you on your bed. You had a stuffed bear between your knees and you were rocking against it. Your face was buried in your pillows to muffle your whines, not wanting Jim to hear. Your nightgown was hiked up, exposing your ass as you rutted your hips aggressively against your plushie.

Jim assumed you viewed him as a father figure since you started living with him, so there was no way you wouldn’t be grossed out of your mind if you knew he was standing there watching you… Right? 

Jim’s cock twitched painfully in his tight pants. He reached a hand down to rub away some of the soreness but he jingled his belt buckle, startling you. You stopped moving and whipped your head up to see Hopper illuminated in your doorway. 

“H-Hopper. I was just—“ you pulled your dress down and pushed your teddy bear to the side, completely embarrassed.

Jim cut you off, “No, it’s okay, baby. I didn’t see anything.” 

Your heart was pounding in your chest as your core throbbed painfully. Your eyes trailed down Hopper’s exposed chest and to his trousers that had a growing tent inside them. 

Hopper didn’t know if he should turn around and leave or if you needed him to reassure you that you shouldn’t be embarrassed. You eyed him a moment longer. “Are you… ?” You gestured to his bulge, making Hopper look down. 

Shit. “Oh, fuck. No… I just… It's the body's natural reaction to…I didn't mean...”

You giggled at his rambling. “It’s okay. I uhm… Could you help me?“

Jim choked on his own spit. “Huh? With… what exactly?” He entered the room, his palms growing increasingly sweaty. 

You shyly pulled your nightgown up to expose your thighs and underwear. You turned your head to the side in embarrassment, your cheeks warming. He spotted your frilly pink panties that were completely soaked. “It’s so uncomfortable,” you said quietly. You could feel your face flush with raging heat. 

Jim rubbed the back of his neck. He really shouldn’t… He couldn’t… 

And yet he walked to your bed and sat beside you. “Yeah.. I guess... I can help.” His voice was deeper than earlier as his eyes took your tiny features in. God, he wanted you so badly.

“Lay back, baby.” He cooed. 

You slid back and laid exposed for him. His large fingers slowly traced up your thighs leaving tingles in their wake. He hiked your gown up a bit so he could get a good view of your panties. His finger curiously pressed against your core. You gasped. “Feel good?” 

You immediately bucked up into his hand; you were a fucking mess. Jim chuckled. “Needy lil' thing,” he whispered to himself. His finger stroked you over the thin fabric making you stifle a whine. 

He pushed your panties to the side and slid his thick finger along your slippery folds. Your hands came up to cover your eyes feeling embarrassed. 

Your hips bucked up involuntarily a few more times. “This feel nice?” Hopper asked. 

“Mhm.” Jim planned to get you off by circling his fingers between your thighs, then he would leave. But you pouted. “Need more.” You pulled your hands away to look at him. He gulped. 

He paused, not sure what his next move would be. Something perverted possessed Jim because he began undoing his belt. If he didn't do it now, he never would. “Take your underwear off," he instructed. 

You sat up and shimmied them off before tossing them on your floor. Jim mirrored your actions and pushed his pants down, then his boxers, his cock springing free. Your eyes widen. He was so big. Like mind-bogglingly big.

He patted his lap and you crawled over to him. Jim grabbed your hips and hiked your dress up so he could see your pretty pussy. You straddled him and he used one hand to stroke you again, using your slick to lube his cock up for you. 

“Just like earlier,” he said, referring to you humping your teddy.

You nodded and let Jim do all the work as he lined you up with him. His hand never left your hip, your dress bunched underneath his fingers so he could see everything he was doing. And fuck, he couldn’t believe what he was doing. It was so wrong, and he felt like he was taking advantage of you. But he also felt like he couldn’t stop. He wanted to feel you.

“Okay, baby. You can sit down.” 

You nodded again and began to sit. You instantly gasped feeling the head of Hopper’s cock pressed against your entrance. You heard Jim’s chest rumble as you tried to sit down and take him. You managed to get a bit of his head inside of you before crying out. “Hm. Might be too big for ya, princess.” 

You pouted, desperate to ease your building tension. Jim lifted you and then sat you down so his cock was pressed against his stomach and you held it down as you sat atop it. “Alright. Go ahead. Just like you did to your teddy.” 

You looked at him, your hands clenching his chest through his shirt. “Go on, baby,” he encouraged.

You took in a deep breath and slid your cunt along Jim’s shaft. You bit your lip and Jim let out a groan. “Jesus,” he mumbled. His hand involuntarily reached across your bed and squeezed your cluster of plushies that were pressing against the both of you. You insisted on gaining a collection of them, and now you were basically sitting on top of them there were so many.

You continued to slide along him, your clit gaining enough friction to make you want to cry out. Hopper saw the way you held back your cries. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You can make noises.”

You looked at him with puffy lips and rubbed along his shaft. You let out a small moan, his cock feeling so much better than the soft stuffed animal against you. You kept rutting your hips against him, picking up speed. You leaned into his chest and let mewls escape your lips. “Daddy, oh, god,” you cried. 

“That’s right, princess. Keep going till you feel all better.” 

You nodded and continued sliding against him. Jim’s fingers dug into your hips, then under your nightgown and along your soft tummy. Jim grunted each time you bumped his head with your clit. His large rough hands grazed your breasts, making you jump a little at the sensation. “Oh, fuck!” Jim cried as you shifted on top of him. 

You began going faster, as fast as you had been going against your plushie. Your whines were constant now as his hard cock glided against your clit in a mind-numbing manner. You huffed as you felt yourself edging closer. “I’m…” you cried, unable to finish your sentence. You began shaking on top of Hopper’s cock, his hand squeezing tightly around your breast in response. Hopper groaned as he began coming onto his stomach, his cock twitching beneath you. You leaned your head against his chest while you lazily humped against him a few more times. 

You both were panting and you collapsed into Hopper’s arms. He cradled you and placed small kisses on your forehead. “Feel better, princess?” 

You nodded your head against him, “Mhm.”

OR

Hopper peered in through your door, ready to say goodnight when he spotted his innocent little girl rutting your hips against the plushie he had gotten you. You muffled your cries, not wanting to get caught. 

Hopper slid into your room and gently shut your door behind him. You still didn’t notice him and you kept gliding your soaking pussy against your bear, desperate for friction. 

Hopper palmed his hardening cock in his hands, trying to calm himself as he watched you.

He walked towards your bed, “Princess.”

You jumped and flung your bear to the side of your bed, pulling your nightgown down. “I-I..” you stuttered. 

“Were you trying to get off, baby?” He cooed as he stepped in front of you. You shook your head, your face heating. "Were you thinking of daddy?" You gulped. “What a naughty thing to do. Only big girls do that.”

You pouted. “I am a big girl.”

Hopper’s eyes darkened. “Oh, you are now?” You nodded. Hopper undid his belt and grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. You cried in surprise as Hopper’s large hands began tugging your pink panties down your thighs. “Okay, then you’ll have to prove it to me.” You struggled against him, but he was far stronger. He yanked your nightgown off leaving your budding breasts exposed. You tried to cover your chest but Jim was faster. He forced your arms above your head and your back against the bed. Hopper laid on top of you, his cock begging to be set free. “Be a good girl now.” 

He released your hands and reached down to fumble his pants and boxers off. Soon you felt Hop’s hard cock against your bare thigh. You whined. “I think you’re warmed up enough,” he mumbled before settling himself between your legs and forcing his cock against your entrance. You cried, knowing his cock was too big.

“Hey. You wanna act like a big girl? You’re gonna get treated like a big girl.” Hopper began pushing his dick inside of you and you immediately pressed your hands against his chest and cried out in pain. You weren’t ready for someone that size. Your nails clawed into his chest as he slowly pushed himself further. Jim swore under his breath, your pussy squeezing against him uncomfortably tight. “God damn, ” he moaned. 

Tears began to well in your eyes. You whined for him to stop, that it was hurting, but he ignored you. In what felt like agonizingly long minutes, Jim had managed to bury himself completely inside you. You felt like your insides were going to split open. Jim pulled back to look at your tear-stained face as your chest rose and fell in sobs. “Hard parts’ over,” he teased. “Just relax, princess. I’m gonna take care of ya.”

You nodded, a cry muffled behind your lips. “That’s my girl.” Jim slowly pulled out, taking his sweet time so you could adjust. Then he pushed back in, making you yell and dig your nails deeper into his chest. Jim groaned, your walls pushing against him in resistance. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.

He began at a very slow speed, thrusting in and out as softly as he could. Your cries became less vocal, and his cock entered more easily over time. 

After several painful minutes, Jim had a regular rhythm as he rutted against you, your pussy squelching with each pump. Your whines were still laced with pain but they were also laced with pleasure now. You yelped when he hit you just right so his body brushed against your clit as he bottomed out. Jim grinned. Your legs draped loosely around him as he used your body. He picked up speed, even though he knew he shouldn’t have, and you cried again. The pinching pain was intertwined with waves of pleasure. You were tormented between not enjoying it, and not wanting him to stop. 

“God, you feel so fucking good, baby.” Your walls fluttered at his praise. Your hips bucked up against him, your clit getting stimulated whenever you did. “Just like that, princess.” 

Soon you were a sobbing mess as you slammed your hips up to meet Hopper’s, sharp painful gasps and moans leaving your lips. 

Jim placed kisses along your neck and picked up speed again. He kept rutting into you until you were full-blown crying in pain and also moaning and groaning each time he hit your sweet spot. Your tight walls became too much for him and he began to spill himself inside of you. You yelled, his cock twitching as your walls fluttered. “Fuck,” was all he could muster. The warm liquid quickly overfilled you and made you mewl beneath him. His seed made it so he slipped in and out of you with ease. You felt the pressure that had been building finally break and your legs shook around him. Your head flew back as Jim lazily pumped himself inside of you, not caring about his come entering your unprotected cunt. 

Your hips gave a few more lazy thrusts against Jim until he stopped and collapsed on top of you. 

He pulled out and it stung. He looked down beneath your bodies and chuckled. “We made quite the mess.” His eyes trailed up to your abused face, littered with tear stains. He kissed your cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby. Then you can snuggle up into me.” You meekly nodded, not caring about being a ‘big girl’ anymore. You just wanted Hopper to baby you. 

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