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artemisthewh0re · 8 months

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OMFG IK YOU’D EAT THIS UPPPP

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

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

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

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

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

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

AHHHHHHHHHHHH 🤭🤭🤭

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

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

“I don’t kiss sweetie”

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

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

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

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

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

Hopper 🔛🔝

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

Dbf!Jim Hopper x Black Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"He hasn't tried my technique."

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

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

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

"Okay, Chief," you tease.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Got something to say now, smart ass?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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findafight · 1 year

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Au idea I'll probably never write:

Steve as seven au, BUT he escapes at the same time as El in season 1. They get separated after Benny's, when seven tells eleven to run and definitely kills a couple government agents to give her more time.

So the a plot of will being missing and Mike finding El? Standard canon except El is ALSO looking for her brother and is worried about him. She sees that he's mostly safe and tries to help find will but also insists she go to her brother soon.

B plot of barb and Nancy...idk I haven't really thought about how that'd work without Steve's kickback. Maybe they go to a party (like actual party not the five person hangout) together and get separated and no one notices barb disappear from the edge of the lawn. Idk

The C plot is seven, kinda bloody and definitely cold, wandering out into the middle of the street, and one Robin Buckley almost running him over with her bike. She immediately clocks "guy who seems pretty fucked up" about him, and offers him a ride to her house. But Robin has never been the most coordinated of people and biking with a(admittedly probably too skinny) teenage boy sitting in her package rack is hard, and combine that with a guy driving like the devil's after him, they end up swerving of the road.

Eddie steps out, apologizes profusely, and offers them a ride. seven is sceptical, especially when both of them pause when he tells them his name, but does end up in the van. He finally gets a chance to breathe once they get to the Buckleys', and Robin gets him some leftovers.

He sits in front of the tv set to a blank station, tucks his head into his shirt instead of blindfolds, and tries to see El.

He sees her older, with flowers braided through long hair, laughing. Too far. He sees her with short curls, a patterned button down, eating something in a cone beside a mustachioed man. Too far again. He sees her tiny, scared, holding his own small hand. Not far enough.

Finally, finally, he sees her as she knows her now, mostly, standing beside a group of children and in front of a monster in a large room.

Eddie and Robin have no idea why their new friend? Has turned the tv on to static and is hiding in his shirt, but figure he's had a rough day. He pops his head back out, blood dripping from his nose, and grins, telling them he knows where his sister will be.

Anyways blah blah blah El sees where people ARE Steve sees where people have been/will be (based on where/who they are right now. Futura is constantly in motion etc).

Idk season 2 would happen very similar as canon minus stancy break up (they never date and are just friends) (also Steve tells Robin and Eddie he and El are safe and they pass it on to the kids) El finds Kali, Steve fights demodogs, etc etc.

But I want a (pre?) season 3 scene where Robin and Steve are hanging out as soulmates do, door closed because they are discussing Sensitive Subjects (gay shit) and giggling like schoolgirls. Hopper, in all his disappointed dad glory, opens the door and starts in on a rant about keeping the door open three inches.

Steve, bitch that he is, just tilts his head to the side and says "but that is for when we are with people we date. I am not dating Robin."

Hopper, not yet picking up what's happening, sighs. "Kid. It's about propriety. You can't be alone with Robin, because what if you do start dating. Then it's. You have to set an example for El!"(it would be a nice move bringing up Older Brother Responsibility, except...well.)

"but we aren't. I am dating someone else?"

"still need the door open three inches, pal. When El is home, at least"(El is almost always home)

"we do! And you complain about the loud music!"

"wait. Who are you dating? I thought Nancy was dating Jonathan still. She barely comes over." Hopper please pick up what Steve is putting down oh my god.

(hop has forgotten Robin is there and she is trying very hard not to make noise but Steve keeps meeting her eye sometimes because dear god. truly an iconic moment in friendship history.)

"yeah obviously. Eddie comes over all the time, though."

"what does Ed- oooh. Ah. I see. That's why you keep the door open even though he complains."

Steve nods like Hopper is the dumbest man on the planet. He might just be. "Yes. Because you said El had to and she asked why I didn't have to so then I started to leave it open when Eddie was over. At least Eddie doesn't laugh at you to your face"

"Eddie laughs behind my back?"

"he said you didn't know we were dating but I told him of course you knew, the door is open three inches."

Hopper clasps Steve's shoulders and looks him in the eye. "Steve, I need you to keep telling him that. And not mention this very awkward conversation we had."

"because he was right."

"he doesn't need to know that."

That's all I got lmao (also check the tag ramble I added lol)

#steve Harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #el hopper #platonic stobin #steddie #steve and el #steve and hopper #steve is seven #finda writes stuff #hopper versus his childrens' boyfriends and his ongoing mission to have SOME authority over them #but anyway i love steve is seven aus but only really see ones where he escapes before el so thought this would be nest #*neat. also i love hopper adopting steve fics hehe #hop goes to joyce after this and is like. okay so he didnt tell me but thats because he thought i knew am i a bad dad #'hop. what are you talking about' 'steve and eddie are dating' 'yeah. what about it' 'i didnt know'#'theyre all over each other' 'so are him and robin! i thought they were just affectionate!' 'oh my god' 'no one else can ever know joyce'#'eddie sleeps over all the time' 'robin does too' 'the nicknames' 'robin calls steve babe' 'the whispering?'#'once AGAIN he and robin ALSO do that. how was i supposed to know he was dating eddie when he and his best friend also do that stuff?!'#'okay. thats fair jim. but what about the kissing' 'joyce.look into my eyes. he also. kisses. robin.' 'are all three of them dating?' 'no'#'huh. on the lips?' 'sometimes. its a playful smack.' 'and eddie?' 'okay admittedly. now that i think about it. very different than Robin

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pollenallergie · 11 months

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Happy Father’s Day to Wayne Munson. Chosen Dads are just as valid as Biological Dads <3

#him and hopper and my dad are tied best dad in the whole midwest #eddie’s bio dad can choke <3

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artiststarme · 1 year

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The Gift of Not Dying Part 13

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Yay, we're done with Starcourt now! I hope you guys like this part and if you do, please let me know in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Steve just wanted to go back to Hopper’s cabin and recover enough from his death, concussion, and whatever the fuck else he had going on so things could get back to normal. So he could go back to just being the kid that worked at Scoops Ahoy that had a thing for the town’s nerdy metalhead. He wanted to go on a date with Eddie and hear Hopper giving him a shovel talk to keep him in line.

He didn’t want to have to blend in with the crowd to avoid being shot or hide from the Russians in the food court. He just wanted to be a normal teenager for a little while whose biggest worry was taking the boy that he liked on a date. Was that so much to ask?

Apparently so because right then he was anxiously curled up in the fetal position in some random fast food restaurant in Starcourt, trying desperately to silence his heavy breathing to avoid drawing the attention of the evil Russians. How was he supposed to protect his friends against the automatic rifles some of these guys were packing? He’d be fine, with the drugs out of his system, he’d come back. But Dustin, Robin, and Erica? One misplaced bullet and they’d be gone for good.

Him and Eleven had been practicing his telekinesis but he was still leagues away from being anywhere close to reaching the level of her powers. All he could do was partially crinkle a soda can, there was no way he could fling even one of these guys away in order to escape. Steve wasn’t even 100% certain that he could deflect a bullet under this kind of pressure.

They sat in silence with bated breath for what seemed like forever. They could hear the Russians walking around, some unintelligible dialogue being exchanged. It seemed that they were going to survive this… and then his foot twitched. It bumped a fallen steel tray and the sound was deafening in the silence. Shit, Steve had just killed his friends. They all heard the Russian’s footsteps come closer, waiting in dread to feel the pain of the bullet. But the man never fired. In place of the expected pops of gunfire, they heard a car alarm closely followed by the smash of metal and glass.

They waited a moment before peeking over the serving counter of the fast food joint. Steve didn’t see any Russians with their guns pointed at them. No, he saw El. Her arm still extended towards the car with a small stream of blood leaking from her nose. His little sister had saved their lives once again.

Steve ran ahead of his friends to meet the other half of the Party. He saw El climb down the escalator first and swept her up into a hug. “El!”

“Steve! I was worried. Are you… okay?” She asked him, her face smushed in his shoulder.

“Yeah kiddo, I’m fine. I promise, I’m all good.” He pulled back to smile at her reassuringly. She gave a small smile in response before Dustin was pushing Steve away from them and hugging her himself.

“You swung that thing like a Hot Wheel!” He laughed. Some of the Party members, specifically Jonathan and Nancy, were looking at Steve in confusion.

“Lucas?” Erica spoke.

“What are you doing here?” Lucas asked her, throwing his hands out to his sides.

“Ask them, it’s their fault!” She pointed at them and Steve couldn’t even defend himself.

“True yeah, that’s totally true. It’s absolutely our fault.”

“I don’t understand what happened to that car,” Robin said desperately, her brain was scrambling for a logical explanation but it wouldn’t find one.

Dustin ripped off the bandaid for her and said, “El has superpowers.”

“I’m sorry?” She asked.

Usually Steve would be nicer and more patient considering he’d reacted the same way just last year. But these were trying times and he didn’t have any more patience to spare. “Superpowers. She threw it with her mind. C’mon, catch up.”

“That’s El?” Erica asked, her eyes lighting up in recognition.

“Who’s El?” Robin squinted, still confused with the lackluster explanation she’d received.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Nancy said in her passive-aggressive way that was condescendingly polite.

“I’m Robin, I work with Steve.”

“She cracked the top secret code,” Dustin defended her.

“Yeah which is how we found out about the Russians in the first place,” Steve added. He wasn’t going to let some twerp upstage him in sticking up for his new best friend.

“Russians? Wait, what Russians?” Jonathan asked confusedly.

“The Russians!” Steve wasn’t sure how he wasn’t understanding. There wasn’t a clearer way to say it.

“Those were Russians?” Max asked.

“Some of them,” Erica answered her, clearing absolutely nothing up for anyone.

“What are you talking about?” Lucas exasperatedly questioned.

“Did you hear our code red?” Dustin asked.

“Yeah but we couldn’t understand half of what you were saying,” Mike yelled at him.

“Goddamn low battery!”

“How many times do I have to tell you with the low battery?!” Steve yelled for emphasis. He’d reminded him so many times to carry extras!

“‘Kay, well everything worked out, didn’t it, Steve?” The little bastard had the nerve to sass him right now?

“‘Worked out’? We almost died!” Erica pointed out.

“Yeah, but we didn’t, did we?”

“We were pretty damn close…” Steve trailed off when he noticed Eleven walking away. Her steps were labored and her hands shook at her sides. He saw her bring her hands to her ears for a moment before she whimpered and fell to the ground. “El!”

He dropped to her side just a second before Mike did.

“My leg, my leg,” she whimpered. Steve could do little more than to squeeze her hand and pet her hair as some of the kids ran to get supplies.

Something in her leg was moving and just seeing it in his peripheral had Steve feeling nauseous. Even more so when Jonathan pierced her skin with a cooking knife. “Oh my god, I’m going to puke.”

Jonathan digging around with a knife wasn’t helping anything and El’s screaming just got louder.

“Stop, stop, I can do it” She turned pleading eyes to Steve but he just shook his head in panic. He couldn’t do it. His telekinetic powers still sucked ass and irrationally, he didn’t want the party to find out about them. They might be fine with El’s but his were so much more morbid, there was no way they’d support them. He felt awful as he watched determination fill El’s eyes. She didn’t deserve to have to perform rudimentary surgery on herself just because Steve was squeamish and hadn’t been practicing his powers as well as he should.

Nevertheless, with some more screams and the last of her energy, El pulled it from her leg with her powers and threw the disgusting, fleshy tidbit as far from the group as possible. It tried to wiggle away and made some disgusting screeches and squeaks as it moved. But it only scooched a few inches before a boot slammed down on it. Then, there was Hopper. He was holding a gun and glancing between El and Steve with varying ranges of horror.

“Jesus Christ, what’ve you kids gotten yourselves into this time?” He asked them, already exasperated with the situation despite not hearing any of it. He looked between El and Steve, his eyes focusing on her cut up leg and Steve’s purpling face. “What the hell?”

All of the kids rushed over each other in their descriptions. Steve zoned out of most of it. This was all too much, too fast. His mind was whirring and he almost felt like he was back on drugs. “It destroyed the cabin? Okay, wait. Just to be clear, this big fleshy spider thing that hurt El. It’s some sort of gigantic… weapon?”

“Yes,” Nancy answered curtly.

“But instead of like, screws and metal, the Mindflayer made its weapon with melted people,” Steve raised an eyebrow to ask if he was hearing that right.

“Yes, exactly!” Nancy nodded.

“Yeah, okay. I-yeah, I’m just making sure.” He’d gone through some shit but this might be the most disturbing thing he’d ever heard.

“Are we sure this thing is still out there, still alive?” Joyce asked them all.

“El beat the shit out of it but… yeah, it’s still alive,” Max told her regretfully.

“But if we close the gate again…” Will said.

“...and cut the brain off from it’s body,” Max continued.

“And kill it,” Lucas finished. “Theoretically.”

Steve was so fucking over this. He thought they were done with this once they beat the Russians. Now there was a fleshy monster killing people with mind powers? He sat on the bench with Robin, both of their minds melting together in solidarity. She’d joined at a bad time. The demogorgon and demodogs weren’t a walk in the park but something about this situation gave him a bad feeling. He didn’t like what was coming.

Steve let El and Hopper talk for a few minutes alone before he took her place. “Hey Hop.”

“What the hell, kid? I thought you were at work, how did you get roped into this?”

“I’m innocent! Dustin, man, he dragged me into this shit again. He came into Scoops with a Russian transmission so we decoded it, got stuck in an elevator, Robin and I got tortured by some Russians, I got killed again, and then we got really high and not in a good way. Where have you been?”

Hopper just looked at him blankly for a second before his whispers became furious. “You died again?! Goddammit Harrington! You have to be more careful, you can’t be so reckless with your life!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had any control over being literally tortured by Russians!” Steve whisper-yelled, flailing his hands around in his own defense.

“Why didn’t you come to me about the transmission? The next time you hear something like that, I need you to come to me!” Hopper said, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“Yes Hop, I'll come find you immediately the next time a kid and I intercept a secret Russian communication. Trust me, I’ve learned my lesson.”

Hopper sighed and wrapped a burly arm around his shoulders. “I know, kid. Stay strong, okay? I just need you to give Henderson a ride to his radio tower and then you can recover out of the danger zone. And absolutely no more dying on me, alright? My heart can’t take it, kid.”

“I’ll do my best, old man.”

Hopper scoffed in laughter and ruffled his hair, “alright smartass, get going. Stay safe and I’ll see you when this is over.”

“Sounds good Hop, stay safe.” With another hug in parting, Steve led the way to the Toddfather. The only good thing about this entire situation was getting to drive that beauty. They squabbled on the way there and Steve was able to tune out and let himself think.

It didn’t feel right to be leaving the rest of the Party there when there were so many chances of things going wrong. Since day one, he’d been the one to lay his life on the line to protect everyone. But now, he was driving away to play chauffeur. It just felt wrong and the pit in his stomach only grew larger for each mile further he drove.

When they did get to Cerebro at Weathertop, he saw the lights of town start to flicker and the Starcourt portion of the Party wasn’t answering the radio. Steve’s gut was telling him to get back there and it hadn’t steered him wrong yet. He started running to the car, he had to get them out of there.

“Where are you going?!” He only paused slightly to answer Erica’s question.

“To get them the hell out of there. Stay here, contact the others!” And then he was off once again. He barely noticed Robin running after him or hopping next to him in the car. They each stayed silent on the drive, far too aware of the looming danger that they were approaching.

Steve pressed on the gas pedal and didn’t lift up when he saw Billy’s camaro heading straight towards the Wheeler’s station wagon with the kids in it. He pressed down harder and didn’t stop until his world snapped black in the collision.

Steve’s eyes opened to a pitch black world. Shit, he was back in the blank space. While his aches and pains were gone and a feeling of safety blanketed him, there was an undercurrent of panic. Hopper told him not to die again and less than thirty minutes later, here he was… dead from an ill-conceived suicide run. And Robin! Was she okay? He hadn’t wanted her to come with him but there hadn’t been any time for words to be exchanged. He needed her to be alright, he needed his best friend.

He also needed to wake up. When he focused on finding his body in the blank space, he saw Jonathan, Nancy, and Robin lugging it from the front seat of the Toddfather into the trunk of the Station Wagon. He saw Robin crying where she cradled his head and saw the kids watching on in horror from their spots in the backseat. He needed to wake up now.

Steve focused all of his energy into touching his own corpse, of forcing his way back to consciousness. And… it worked. The blank space blurred for a second before his eyes were blinking open, staring directly into Robin’s. The whole car let out a sigh of relief. They hadn’t lost him after all.

For Steve, the rest of the night passed in a haze. He distantly remembered pain, fear, a particularly confusing moment of Dustin singing over the radio, and bright flashes of color. His body went on auto-pilot as his mind lagged behind. However, everything became disturbingly clear again when he was sat on the bumper of the ambulance outside of the still-smoking mall.

When he saw Joyce hugging Will, the bad feeling that was clogging this throat the entire night sparked to life. It was at that exact moment that he knew Hopper was dead. He would have come out with her to hug El, and Steve, the second he could. For him not to be there, he had to be dead.

A feeling of bitterness overcame him. What made Steve more deserving of this power than Hopper? Good, pure Hopper that took in two scared and lonely kids. Jim Hopper, the Chief of Police that risked his life to ensure that no one else would have to worry about the Upside Down. Hop, the guy that became his dad even though Steve was a bitch at least half the time.

Instead of a girl hugging her father, he saw El standing alone in the middle of the chaos. She was watching Joyce and Will embrace with tears in her eyes. She knew as well as he did that Hopper was gone.

Steve couldn’t let his little sister deal with her grief alone. He pulled his aching body up from where it sat on the bumper of the ambulance and forced himself over to comfort her. As soon as she caught eyes with him, El ran straight into his arms.

“El, it’s going to be okay.”

“I am sad, Seven. Hop… he is dead,” her tears wet his already ruined shirt and his streaked down his face to match.

“I know and that hurts. It’s okay to be sad, I’m sad too. But we still have each other, right?” He tried to reassure her but he could tell it wasn’t helping much.

“Steve, you are okay?” She asked into his chest.

“Yeah, I will be.” He nodded. He had to be.

Joyce came over to them then and shot a puzzled look at Steve before turning to El. “El, I’m so sorry about your dad but you can stay with us now, okay? We can go back to my house now.”

“But Steve?”

“Steve has to go back to his parents now,” she didn’t seem to notice his sudden pallor but El did. “He should go to the hospital too. Steve, you took some nasty hits so you should get checked out in the ER.”

“Yeah, I’ll go do that Mrs. Byers. El, go with her okay? I’ll see you in a few days, I’ll stop by.”

“No brother, I want to go with you! Hop would-” He cut her off with a gentle shake of his head.

“El, I have to go get checked out. Mrs. Byers is going to take you home and I’ll call later. Okay, I promise.”

“Promise.” El repeated, staring at him uneasily.

“Yeah, I promise. Go ahead.”

She was still reluctant to leave him but eventually, Joyce was able to pull her away with one arm around her and the other wrapped around Will.

Then, Steve was left alone. Despite what he said, he was not going to the hospital. He was pretty sure he had a concussion but it wasn’t like it could kill him. And he certainly wasn’t going back to the destroyed cabin that held too many bittersweet memories or his parents house that he hadn’t been to in months.

He still didn’t have his car keys so he walked. He walked all the way to the only place that he could now consider safe. The only place he could relax and feel loved. And as the trailer door opened to reveal Eddie Munson, Steve knew that he made the right choice.

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Part 14

#Steve isn't thinking about his date anymore he just wants to go somewhere where he can grieve his dad in peace #Eddie is the only place he feels safe #Joyce doesn't know why El likes Steve so much but to her he's still the guy that would bully her kid #She doesn't care that hopper took him in- he's still just a troublesome kid to her #Eddie just wants to know why the boy he likes/his best friend is wearing a sailor's outfit covered in blood with bruises all over his face #stranger things #fanfic #steddie #steddie fic #second fic!#Steve Harrington has powers #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #erica sinclair #chief jim hopper #eleven hopper #joyce byers

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Mending Our Home PT. 2

Dad!Steve Harrington X Mom!Reader

Authors Note: This is a chapter talking about grief, again Pregnancy loss trigger warning! Send in a request if you want to see more Dad Steve in the future (maybe some happier stuff but I do love angst), I have a few other drafts but would love some inspo!

Summary: Conclusion of the Harrington's unplanned hospital stay, Joyce and Jim (Hop) cheer you up. Taking care of you and Steve like you wished your parents did. In Steve's exhaustion he's brought back to 1986 and the memories he wish would stay there. You blame yourself, for all of it.

Characters: Steve Harrington, Reader, Teddy Harrington (oc), Joyce and Jim, mentions of other characters ft. auntie robin and uncle dusty. Max Mayfield and Eddie Munson.

Warnings/Tags: Grief, Clarity of what happened Season 4, Body dysmorphia?, Pregnancy loss warning!

Word Count: 4.4 k

Flipping through a magazine that was on the tray table when a series of knocks stole your attention. The door opened wide to reveal Joyce running to your bedside. She looked just as exhausted as Steve. Jim Hopper followed to drop some bags on the floor, setting a water bottle and baggy of snacks on the tray by your bed. She cupped your face and grabbed your hand, kissing all over your face. Steve stood at the foot of your bed in tears, Jim came up behind him and shook up his shoulders, pushing him to the other side of the bed close to you. The adults took turns hugging you, but Steve just watched in silence, examining your body, his face holding some type of apprehension. While his hand was soft and malleable cradled with yours, warming your heart.

“You did so well honey. After Steve called us, Hop and Jonathan went and cleaned the apartment up. When you're sick of us, we're gonna stop on the drive home at Bradley's and fill your fridge. Get everything nice, ready for you to be home safe." She squeezed your shoulders again before hugging you get again.

"Geez don't suffocate the girl. What Joyce is getting too, we’re all so glad you're alive and recovering kiddo.” Hop pulled Joyce to his side, knocking your chin to the side in fondness.

"We also have been sprucing up Jonathan's old room so Teddy has a comfortable place with us. Whenever! No pressure, he's just such a good little boy." Joyce reached out for you hand leaning her hip on the free space of your bed.

“Or if Steve gets sick of sitting up in a chair staring at you.” Hopper added with a wink, poking fun at Steve.

“Watch it, oh old one,” Steve went over and started talking to Jim. Joyce was still holding tightly to your hand,

“Thank you, Joyce for everything. For coming here, being with Teddy. It means a lot.” You squeaked

“Of course, sweetie, you just take all the time you need to heal and rest." she brushed the wiry hair off your forehead.

"We're all here for you, and we have a little surprise in the waiting room if you're up for it." Hop added, craning his head towards the door.

"Yes! Eat something first you two, I'll be right back! Don't go anywhere!" Joyce jumped up running out of the room.

"I love that woman but she is crazzzyyyy..." Hop sighed moving his cap to scratch at his scalp

"A wonderful crazy that you match Hop." You giggled

"Shush, now let's open up the ho-ho's before she comes back and complains about my high blood sugar." He teasingly hit your arm with the back of his hat, grabbing the paper bag of squeaky plastic processed snacks dumping them out on the table.

"Mommmmyyyyy!!!!" The door opened wide to Joyce holding Teddy by his hand until he saw you in the bed. Running immediately to you Steve pulled him across the bed by his belt.

"Teddy! Hi baby." you cried, kissing all over his face holding him to your chest. Voice caught in your throat at his smell they way he still fit in your arms. "My sweet boy, I missed you so much." you croaked. Shoulder starting to shake, your eyes clouded with emotion. Steve rubbed your back, pinching his nose to stop the imminent onslaught of tears felt by everyone in the room.

"What's wrong, Mommy?" Teddy probed ever the smart boy, "Nana told me to be gendle. Was not gendle?"

His hands brushing your tears clumsy, holding your face in his soft and small hands. They would only be like this once, you thought. Remembering how scared you were when you found out. Now not ever thinking about changing how anything went if each outcome gave you the family you had. Only the sorrow on those few who weren't here to share it along side you.

"No teddy-bear you are so gentle," You assured your baby, because that's exactly what he was. Teddy was yours, your baby boy. "Mommy's just sad. But you, Daddy, and everyone else makes me better."

"Do you want us to take him with us?" Joyce stressed as you held Teddy, rocking him against you. The feeling of shame creeped up your throat in needing a nearly 5 year old's comfort.

"No, no, we'll either be able to take him home from bedtime, or Robin will. She wants to check in. Help me clean up the car." Steve insisted, ruffling Teddy's long chestnut curls. making them stick up in various directions.

"Steve I'm so sorry. That BMW has been through it." you rambled embarrassed, hiding your face against the pillow.

"It's perfectly okay, I'll shine her up! She'll be as good as she was on my 16th birthday."

"You should get some rest first, Steve. You look like you just spend the night in the can."

"You can sleep in a can?" Teddy perked up at his honorary grandpa,

"We gotta fine one big enough for you bear!" Joyce spun Teddy around, chasing him around the room. They both walked around the hospital with you affectively tiring you out but not your son.

"We could've brought blankets!" Joyce admonished her husband trying to help Steve with the pull out couch.

"We're in a hospital, Joyce. I doubt they don't have extra blankets for Steve's comfort. Now a pillow for that head is a whole other issue."

You giggled into Teddy's neck, as the two men bickered. Joyce left to finish making the bed.

"Are we gonna live here now?" Teddy asked you coloring randomly on the newspaper you held on your lap for him.

"No baby, just until I get a bit better." You cooed, rubbing his back he sat up to look at you.

"What's wong?" You looked to Steve who'd stopped, then back to your son. The fear in his brown eyes reflective of his father's turned your stomach sour. Steve was at you side in a spit second to distract Teddy.

"Um hey. Do you need anything particular while we're out?" Hop cleared his throat as Joyce wrap a arm around his waist covering her yawn in his chest.

"Do you have everything at home, Sweets?" your husband asked through tired eyes and a hardly contained yawn.

"They send us home with things right? I'll be okay. Maybe just Teddy?"

"Hey bub, Nana and Pop are gonna go grocery shopping. You want anything special?"

"Sheerios!"

"Heart healthy, good job!" She pinched his cheeks, "We'll give you some time together, just call the house if you need us?" They said their goodbyes and Steve shut the down behind them, leaving the Harrington's in the room together.

"Is there food here?" Steve laughs unwrapping a ho-ho for Teddy,

"Hey Edmund, we want to talk to you about something. Okay?" Steve started the conversation with saturated warmth.

"And it's okay to not understand, be sad or angry. You just tell us, we love you so much." You added moving the hair out of his eyes, just like you did for his father. Edmund was his carbon copy if that was ever a possibility.

"Otay."

"Remember we talked about being careful with Mommies tummy?" He nods chocolate smearing on his chin as he eats, "Do you know the reason why?"

"To grow my best fwiend." You sharply inhale, but Steve keeps Teddy's attention on him as your lip wobbles.

"Yeah, yeah buddy. Mommy and I wanted-want you to have a little sibling, but they weren't quite ready yet. " Steve corrects himself,

That's why Mommy and I are here at the hospital because Mommy and I, we had to say goodbye." Steve's hand reaches out for yours as an anchor. Teddy then notices your distress again, hooking his arms around your neck.

"Don't cry, Mommy. You still my friend." He tells you, brushing your hair down just like he's seen Steve do for you when your sick.

"Yeah?" You ask wetly, squeezing him. "I'm not your bestest friend?" you chide jokingly.

He laughs, cupping your ear and violently whispers.

"Don't tell Daddy..." Then hiding in your neck again.

"Okay baby." You giggle wetly, "Do you understand what were saying?"

"The stork took the baby back, because she wasn't ready."

"Almost, we still need to be careful with Mommies tummy a little longer. She doesn't feel to good, the baby made her real sick." Steve sits on the edge of the bed, Teddy seeks his comfort by leaning against Steve's chest. They both heave a sigh of relief, melting into each other's embrace with you at their side.

"But I'm better now, I'll always be here. No matter what." You brush thick locks from his eyes, some of the ends still baby blonde from his first hair cut.

"Will you have a baby still?" Teddy finally breaks a confused smile, laying his palm flat over you heart.

"Maybe someday, but right now I need to heal and give you my undivided attention!"

"This makes Mommy sad, and Daddy sad too." He asks, somber. To many thoughts and emotions running through his small body at once as he traces the shapes on your hospital gown.

"A little, but nothing tickles can't fix!" Steve grabs at Teddy's sides pining him against the bed as you both attack him with tickles. Under his chin, feet and along his sides.

"Hehehe, otay! Staph!!"

"Oh no, here comes the tickle monster!" Steve rears back pulling his elbows deep into his shirt like a t-rex's arms

"Nooo! Daddy no tickle monster!" Teddy belly-laughs holding your arm over him in protection

"Once he gets started the tickles must ensue! Only tickles!" Steve says if faux pain, pretending to tickle your sides.

"No Daddy!"

"Run Teddy! You can't save me! Save yourself from the tickles!" Teddy slides off the bed running to the bathroom and shutting the shower stall.

"Hi-" Steve says cupping your face in his hands pressing chaste kisses around your face.

"Hi." You stop his ministrations, kissing him deeply on the lips making his shoulders relax as you hold his face to you.

"When's the last time I said I love you?" taking a hypnotized breath that warms your cheeks, smelling of chocolate.

"It's a new day Mr. Harrington, but I love you too."

"You're beautiful and I love you. I'ma tell you that everyday for the rest of my days." His nose, circles around yours with humor.

"You're a dork."

"Your dork, in writing Sweets. Till death do us part-" He wiggles his ring finger in your face, unaware of his doubleganger trying to climb up your legs.

"And ickness!" Teddy yells next to Steve by the bed, frustrated.

"Ickness?! Oh no!" Steve picks up his son, shaking him into another fit of giggles. As he slams the toddler down on your cover legs, Teddy pleads for aid versus Steve. And you comply unable to resist his Harrington born charm. Pulling at Steve's shirt, pretending to go back for more kisses. You give him one on his cheek as an apology before you trap his arm under your body.

"Come 'ere Teddy, cuddle pile on Daddy." Teddy doesn't hesitate flinging himself of Steve's chest knowing he'll catch him regardless.

"Ugh! You. Are so heavy, can't stay up!" Steve plays dead, falling in his arm chair while Teddy slides down his body. Waltzing Jumping with without Steve's support back over to you on the bed.

"Daddy perished." You burst out laugh with Steve, at your baby's seriousness.

"Who taught you that word?" You ask through laughs

"Uncle Dusty, said died wasn't good. Perish is metal." He responds with an almost perfect rock and roll head bang.

"Jesus Christ-" You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose,

"Speaking of Uncle Dusty, I think he's gonna be at bedtime tonight." Steve's head jumps up from it's place resting on the chair.

"Really?! He doing the puppet show!" Teddy's eyes nearly burst out of his skull in excitement

"I do the puppet show too!" Steve fiends offense

"But Dusty does voices, Daddy." Teddy whines

"I've never been more offended by a preschooler!" Steve holds his chest, pretending to sob.

"Get the phone for Mommy baby, we're gonna call Auntie Robin and Uncle Dusty for bedtime stories."

"Yes!" he jumps of the bed, making your heart leap out of your chest.

You dialed the house, phoneline picked up by Joyce as Robin and Dustin argued in the background. Asking for Robs to pick up her nephew. She stayed an hour, taking the car seat in her tiny car. Promising Steve to call you both before bedtime. When he came back to the room, Steve slumped back into the arm chair he'd dozed off in several times within the past hour.

"Stevie Baby, if you keep nodding off your head will pop off like a bottlecap."

" 'M sorry. Just a lot going on up there."

"That's no good." You giggled holding Teddy's Winnie the Pooh stuffy in your arms. You cried when he left it with you, wanting him to keep you company until he saw you after preschool tomorrow.

“Hmm." He stood up, pacing the foot of your bed. Unraveling a blanket laying it over you, before taking the smaller one for himself. After a few minutes he try's to dose off again, only to pop he's head back up and grip the arm rests. As he looks at you on the bed with unease.

"Steve, talk to me. Please." You press moving the blankets off your lap in mild frustration. Not directed at him yet his face crumples in a wince all the same.

"I was really scared, Y/N. I’ve never been that scared before, ever. I just-… Jesus.” He rubbed at his eyes again, slumping into the armchair. Scratching at his scalp,

“Steve.” Swinging your feet of the bed, leaning forward to halt his movements. Weaving your fingers in his, his lips pressed to your knuckles.

“I can't do this without you, I couldn't help you-I was helpless. Max, she. She was like a sister to me and when she passed away..." His seeming composure broke then, like the last crack in a dam. Letting the water roam freely, he shook with the waves. You stood up holding him against you, his tears dampening the fabric you wore. "I was lost for a long time. Then Eddie too, with all that blood and you so scared. I can't fucking imagine... Fuck Y/N-”

"Steve..." You kissed the crown of his head, the selfish misunderstood boy King was long gone. Stomped out by his father, Russian Soldiers, a multi-dimensional power, and finally himself. When he'd look in the mirror he fought a broke until there was no longer a empty shell of a person who couldn't sleep with his window open anymore. He filled his life with those he cared for, became strong for them. He craved their presence, the good and the bad. Then he found you, you were his future a dream he now craved. You made his love for you a reality with your son. Healed him to be the man he never thought possible, kisses his scars in the dark and still loved them full-heartedly in the daylight. Proud of his name, proud of the person he was and always could be. The guilt of his love hurting, his love hurting you. Was unfathomable, but you were here. Holding him through it, even if it caused you pain you didn't show him. You were there. You were still here with him and he's breathing evened out. Nose buried into your ribs as he held your tummy to his chest. Underneath the nauseating clean hospital smell, the iron and baby wipes. You smelled like you, the very base smell of your whole being was there.

"Stevie?" Your hands carded through his hair at the base of his neck, his nose nuzzled twice into your skin until he inhaled deeply.

"Yes?" yawning through the question, eyes finding yours above him. His chin resting on your sternum, one eye winking when his neck popped at the stretch.

“I’m here, I can’t go anywhere. You could just rest your eyes for a bit." You squeezed his cheeks in your palms, making his nose scrunch in a pout. "Maybe even use the shower to relax your body. Or just come back over here,” You tugged him with you as you shifted back in the bed, leaving room for him to lay back next to you. He inclined his head to you succumbing to your plea, relieved that you could finally rest together. Laying on his side next to you, this time immediately closing his eyes and holding your hand to his chest. Rubbing his index finger over your wedding ring to sooth himself to sleep. You were still slightly upright so he nuzzled into your shoulder as his pillow source. His hair tickled your bare neck when he shifted closer.

“I love you so much, thank you.” whispering to him after his breathing deepened. Sleep came to you shortly. It felt like minutes when you were woken up for your next walk. Nearly knocking Steve unconscious so he would stay and rest. The comforting Nurse from the night before returning, confident they would release you late in the morning. There were some other issues that worried them you'd come back for checkups after discharge but you were doing well. Moving alone but assistance was recommended for strenuous activities like lifting. Six weeks starting for any very strenuous ones, like it was even a consideration presently. Despite how much you loved your husband, and loved loving him. It was just past 7 when you returned to the room, Steve gone from the bed. Knocking on the bathroom door after the nurse left, the sound of water running behind it with heat radiating from the frame.

“Yeah one second,” A squeak turned it off and there was rustling before Steve cracked the door open, a towel draped around his waist just below his V-line of his pelvis. “Hey you're not supposed to be up without someone around.” He opened the door the rest of the way revealing his whole chest and arms. Water still clung to his hair, all of his hair, it took everything in you not to look down past his pecs. The trail of dark hair shading his soft tummy begging you to run your hands along it.

“Um earth to Y/N?” ��How has his towel not fallen, shit he’s talking to me’ He waved his hand in front of your face, the other still holding the door.

“Sorry, I’m out of it I got back from walking. So I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You lied, still tracing the water droplets cascading along his skin.

“Yes, I’m feeling much more like myself. If you want to sit on the toilet, I could help you wash your hair after I get dressed?” you contemplated his offer, it sounded so wonderful. You still reeked of grease from your shift the day before yesterday, along with something metallic and sterile soap from your gown.

“Yeah… Please?” You felt ashamed, ears flush at the intimacy. The guilt filed in soon after. Having him worry so much, wasn't he just as burdened with emotion as you were.

“Okay sit I’ll be right back,” You put on a smile, be strong for him if no one else. He came back into the bathroom in loose sweatpants without a shirt, your eyes went wide again. “See anything you like?” He started doing ridiculous poses in the doorway to make you laugh.

"You are so corny!" You laughed, throwing a hand towel at him.

"Hey, you were totally checking me out. I still got it, bab-, Shit soap!” He skipped back out into the main room. There was a rustle of items before he appeared again with a toiletry bag. Joyce had packed for the two of you. A frown etched its way back along your face as your eyes burned with unshed tears. He filled a small tub with warm water, looking around he found a clean cup to use. He hummed a Depeche Mode song as he went.

“Steve.” You hiccupped, hands shaking in your lap finger wringing together.

“Yeah?” He asked without looking, head rocking with music only he could hear. His head whipped around when he heard you sniffle when his eyes meet yours his face fell, devastated.

"I'm sorry." You croaked out before he could ask. Tears flooding from your eyes, creating a puddle on your collar.

' I'm so sorry Steve. I don't know what's wrong with me." You gasped out through shaking sobs, clinging to him when he dropped to hold you. Torso cradled between your thighs,

' Maybe if we had gotten here sooner like you said, she-." Steve's breath stuttered, the air around you tightened as you remember being so excited. For her.

' We would've been okay. I didn't listen, this is all my fault." You shake, pulling away from him, clutching at your thighs with clammy hands. Steve brushed the hair out of your face, thumbs wiping your tears as he observed you. You were panicking, hyperventilating enough that your face and chest blushed red.

"Breathe, my love. Breathe, in-and-out." His hands moved up and down your arms, squeezing at your biceps to the tips of your fingers. "Let it all out, I got you. 'M here." He exaggerated his breaths until yours were more controlled, "I love you. We'll be okay, just like you said. One thing at a time. Remember, we still have a healthy baby waiting for us at home. Yeah? And I will always be here, we got this."

"What-what if I can't, Steve?"

"You can do anything, baby. I've seen it. This might be too soon but you made Jesus's miracle of parting the red sea look like horse play." He wiped your eyes again, everything was starting to clear again. Now you could see the tears streaming down his face, the smile didn't reach the honey of his sunken eyes.

"What if this was it? What if I can't have more babies. Our dream of a big family can't happen... Because of me?" You said with a dark edge, it was your fear since Dr. Kerr first saw you while pregnant with Teddy. Steve chortled, a quiet suppressed laugh as he pinched his nose and sniffed the remaining tears away.

"Then we'll adopt or do that other stuff like Dr. Kerr said. Hey, look at me." Steve squished your cheeks, thumbs running along your cheekbones. "I would rather selfishly keep you all to myself. Edmund can buy his time." You sniffled quickly, sharp enough it could be mistaken for a laugh.

"This is all temporary, Sweets. It's okay for us to be sad."

"Okay." You exhaled,

"I love you so unexplainably much. I love Edmund so unconditionally it physically hurts." He brought a fist to his chest, taking a deep breath with closed eyes. "We loved this baby so much, she just wasn't ready yet. And that's okay, I'll love and remember everything I learned from her."

"And what's that?"

"That I would rather go through this heartbreak 100 times a day, then ever-ever loose you. I want to take away all your pain and suffering for myself. Give me all of it, I can take it. As long as you're still here with me."

"I love you."

"I love you most."

"Not possible."

"Alright come on, Mama's, this linoleum is not forgiving on my working man knees. Turn back around and let me make you feel better."

"Is that a threat or promise?" You giggled, palms wiping at the hollow of your eyes.

"You know exactly what these hands are capable of Sweets." Steve said with a salacious grin and wiggle of his fingers, his gold wedding band glimmering under the florescent light. He washed your hair with immense care, taking the time to massage and scrub at the scalp.

"Hmm, thank you." You said after he helped wring it mostly dry. He pressed a warm kiss to your wet forehead, "Steve?"

"Yeah?" His eyebrows shot up as he hovered over you, standing abruptly. Holding one of your elbows with an open palm,

"Moses parted the red sea, not Jesus." You commented, and Steve belly laughed hard enough for you to crack another smile.

"See, I can't live without ya! There's not much underneath my perfect quaffed hair."

He gave you the privacy to freshen up other areas, but when stepping out he was half laying on the bed. With his feet still on the ground, eyes closed. You made it over to the chair before getting a little woozy, Joyce had packed a ton of options but there was no way you were getting these on by yourself. Steve’s watch went off and he immediately jumped up, putting on the shirt that was in his hands. Crossing the room stopping at the bathroom knocking. He hadn’t looked at the chair until he opened the door and looked around to find the small stall empty.

“Jesus why didn’t you call for me?”

“Was feeling rebellious, also you passed the hell out and if I don’t have too, there’s no need for me to wake you.” you twist a little bit too much adjusting yourself in the chair, causing you to moan in pain clutching your sides.

“Hey careful,” Steve walks over to you and squatting in front of you, “tell me how to help.”

“I want to change into big girl clothes, I’d feel weird if the kids came by and saw my ass out still in the hospital gown.” You griped,

"I wouldn't mind in the slightest."

"Steve-"

"So I should stick to granny panties? Throw all the others away?" You challenged playful smirk on your lips, the smile finally met his eyes after a day of tears the brown shown with happiness. Warming through his heart, you pressed your hand to hold onto that pulse. It soothed your woes and added kindling to the hearth in your heart. When he pulled you from the chair, you felt weightless, oozing with molten love for your family. Everything would be okay.

"What? I can admire my beautiful wife in a diaper and nothing else." He scoffed offended holding your hand to his chest.

"Pfft honestly, who needs underwear? We're living in the 90s, baby!" Steve held you through the giggles. He would never leave your arms again if you let him.

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Steve Harrington

Part one

#steve harrington #stranger things #angst #dad!steve harrington x mom!reader #dad!steve harrington #original character #steve harrington x reader #ongoing #fluff #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #husband!steve harrington #steve is the best husband and father #well behaved children are the best #joyce and hopper #uncle dustin henderson #aunt robin buckley #post season 4 #not a duffer bros fix it fic

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odetodilfs · 1 year

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Just how you are

An insecure Hopper fic, pairing: Jim Hopper x m! reader No real warning for kinks this time!

It had been a while since you and Hopper had sex, you were so confused. He would show no signs of that horniness he used to show before and rather now he simply was just the boyfriend he also used to be. As much as you loved the attention he gave you, you were worried, as it was clear how he was holding everything in, a problem you also saw when you started dating.

He also had consistently been gaining some weight, not that you minded, in fact it made him hotter. But he stayed being eye candy as he just wouldn’t fuck you. You loved your boyfriend and the fact that you couldn’t have sex with him was a bummer, so you decided to talk to him after he got home from work.

When he finally got home, you got up to greet him, he smiled widely and kissed you “Hey sweetheart… how was your day’” he asked, trailing little kisses on your neck, you were getting hard now… “It was good, yours?” “It was alright, pretty tiring but it’s alright…” he said, tiredly. “I know you’re tired but can we please talk about something” you said, looking at the couch as if to signal him, “Sure” he said.

“Darling, you probably noticed how our sex life has been bland lately…” you said, “Well… yeah-” “Is it something about me? I can fix it, or maybe you just… don’t like me anymore…” you said, your voice trembling as you said the last part. “No- no absolutely not- it’s not you, it’s me” he said, “How?” “I’m really fucking fat, you’ve seen it, and you probably don’t want to have sex while I look like this” he said, his eyes getting glazed with tears.

“No baby- I love how you look, you look hotter than before, I love you just how you are” you kissed him tenderly as you said this, tears dropping from his eyes as you pulled apart, “Why are you so insecure though?” “My ex wife always told me shit like I needed to go on a diet or something like that, it just sticks to you” “Aw baby, you don’t need no diet for me” you hugged him tightly, nuzzling his chest, as he sobbed, “I love you so much baby” “I love you too”

“I’ll make it up to you, right now if you want” he said, kissing your neck all over, he didn’t need to ask you twice as you got on his lap and he carried you upstairs.

He tossed you on the bed and went on top of you, passionately kissing you, “baby..” he said, kissing your neck, “So fucking good Jim, so fuckin’ good…” you said, moaning, he scooted over, his crotch near your face, “No” you said, “I want you to fuck me baby, right now…” you demanded

“Anything for my baby…” he said, taking off his clothes. You ran your hands on his body, “I love this” you said, feeling the hair on his chest as you explored his body. “Fuck, you’re beautiful baby” you said.

He grabbed lube and hurriedly spread it on your hole and his cock,

“Oh my- baby it’s so big!” you moaned,

“It is huh, want it deeper?” “Yes!” He started thrusting into you, moaning each time, you could just lay there and see him grunt and thrust, he was so beautiful, you loved your big man, he was your life, you kissed him deeply and slowly until you pulled apart from the lack of air, you kissed him again, feeling his mustache against your bare cheek felt incredible.

“Jim- you’re so fucking beautiful” he thrusted harder into you after this, as if to say thank you, “You’re making me feel so good,” you moaned, pushing him down on you, feeling his tummy, the coarse hair on chest against your mostly bare chest. You were sweating like mad from the way he was rubbing against your prostate, after 15 minutes of this you just couldn’t do it anymore. “You’re making me cum!” you screamed as your load hit his stomach due to how hard you came, the clenching of your ass and feeling your cum on him made him unload inside you, leaving both of you in tiredness.

“That was so good…” you managed to mutter as Hopper still laid on top of you, catching is breath, “It really was sweetheart” he panted, you looked into each others eyes, his blue eyes were so enchantingly beautiful, they looked like the ocean, you rolled off each other, covered in each other’s sweat, “Maybe a round 2?” you asked, softly, he smirked “Hell yeah” but now you grabbed him and pinned him down the bed, then planting a soft kiss on his lips, “I’ll take the lead from here darling” you started to finger his ass, spreading the lube on it, as he moaned due to the pleasure your finger was causing.

“Is this good enough babe?” you asked after using 3 fingers in him for a few minutes “Yes baby- give me- your cock-”

“You want it that bad baby?” you asked cheekily, “Please! Please give it to me!” you lubed up your cock and you started pushing in, moaning as his walls enveloped your dick, “Oh- god- it feels so good!” you started thrusting into him, “Don’t stop!” he screamed, his precum pooling on his stomach. You fucked him as you looked into each others eyes until he couldn’t take it anymore and came all over you, his ass squeezed your cock and you kept fucking into him, your orgasm bolted over you as Jim moaned at how you unloaded inside him, making him yours. He whimpered as you kept lazily fucking into him, hearing your load and his hole squelch.

“Fucking hell Jim, your ass looks so good with my load leaking out” he smiled tiredly at you, satisfied from the fuck, “You’re beautiful” you said as you kissed him all over his stomach, he smiled at you as you laid your head on his chest and for the rest of the hour he held you, whispering to you about how much he loved you, and how he loved being yours, you eventually made dinner with him, helping him relieve the soreness you left on him. After that, you cuddled in and went to sleep, oh, and your sex life definitely improved after that, now he can’t keep his hands off of you.

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