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Perv!Dark!Jim Hopper x fem!reader | This is a very long chapter!!! | I don’t even know the word count, but it’s a LOT…

PART ONE | PART TWO

The previous night had been one of the worst in Jim Hopper’s life. He’d endured the long hours till morning with the company of cigarettes and alcohol, ruminating on the way he’d potentially ruined his life the night before. How could he have allowed his obsession with you to sink this low? To the point of revealing his secret in the most damning way possible, literally caught with his pants down (or at least, undone). Hopper had gone to your home last night with the plan of seeing you and your boyfriend, Steve Harrington. To satisfy his curiosity about the relationship the two of you had together. Was Steve really as perfect as he seemed? Were you genuinely happy with him? Or, more pressing on Hopper’s mind, was Steve Harrington able to satisfy you?

Hopper had gotten more answers than he’d expected however, when he’d accidentally stumbled upon you and Steve sharing an intimate moment together. Nothing, especially Hopper’s barely existent sense of shame, could have stopped him from watching. He’d certainly felt shame after being caught, however. The expression in your eyes when you’d spotted him was…impossible for Hopper to read. You hadn’t looked embarrassed, or horrified, or even surprised, at least as Hopper had perceived. It’s possible, he told himself, that you were exceptionally good at hiding your emotions. Or maybe…maybe you’d known that Hopper was watching all along…?

The thought had occurred to him at some point during the night, after yet another failed attempt at sleep. Hopper stared up at the ceiling of his trailer, naked and drunkenly sprawled on his couch. He was surrounded by empty beer cans, a cigarette burning down between his lips. He watched the smoke rise to the ceiling, coiling above him in an almost hypnotic spiral, at least to his alcohol-soaked perception. The image above Hopper perfectly mirrored his life spiraling-out-of-control, and he chuckled darkly at the irony of it. Hopper thought again of your eyes, their expression which completely eluded him. And then…a new possibility occurred to him. What if you hadn’t been shocked at all by his behavior, Hopper wondered? What if the secret of his obsession was something you already knew about? Had you realized Hopper wasn’t what he seemed, that Hawkins’ Chief of Police was actually less a servant of the community, and more a slave to his own perverted impulses?

Hopper found a sick sort of comfort in this new theory, in the idea that you might have already known his secret. If you’d known he was watching you last night, along with the reason why, perhaps you’d have less reason to be shocked at his indecent behavior? Your expression had appeared so vague to Hopper, maybe because you’d known he was there watching all along? Hopper lay on his couch, wondering…if maybe you’d left your curtains pulled on purpose? Had you wanted Hopper to see your boyfriend fuck you?

The character profile Hopper had constructed of you was of an innocent girl yet to be corrupted. If he’d been wrong all this time, and you were actually as deviant as he was, then the possibility of Hopper having you became more real to him. Maybe you liked the idea of being watched, of being obsessed over? Had your innocent behavior around Hopper been an act this whole time, a game you were playing at his expense? Did you get off on knowing he wanted you, but couldn’t have you?

The sun was rising, reminding Hopper of the time. He checked his watch, realizing he’d have to leave for the station soon. Facing you would be much easier if his theory about you was right. Part of him knew it was a long shot, but fuck, Hopper needed this fantasy, the hope that you secretly liked his lusting after you, that you wanted to be wanted by him…?

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The drive to the station was relatively easy for Hopper, considering the fact that he’d had zero sleep the night before and his hangover was getting progressively worse. Regardless of how awful he felt, Hopper was impatient to receive some kind of feedback from you, whether negative or positive. Not knowing how you were feeling about last night was tying a knot in Hopper’s stomach. And as soon as he entered the station, that knot in his stomach tightened.

A young woman Hopper didn’t recognize was seated at your desk. He stopped in his tracks, surprised and growing increasingly worried. Where the hell were you?

Hopper approached the secretarial desk. “Uh, hey,” he began tentatively. “Where’s (y/n)?”

The young woman smiled back at Hopper, and in spite of his anxiety, he couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was.

“(y/n) called in sick this morning,” the young woman replied. Hopper took a deep breath; his fantasy that you’d be alright with his deviant behavior was more than likely only that: a fantasy. You probably thought Hopper was the lowest scum on Earth, and couldn’t bear the thought of coming into work today and having to interact with him.

“Did she-uh-.” Hopper paused, clearing his throat. “Did she say what’s wrong, exactly? Anything specific?”

“No, but maybe she caught the flu?” the young woman replied. “I mean, her voice sounded okay over the phone. But you never know with the flu; it could be affecting her stomach-.” She looked away awkwardly, flustered and embarrassed for rambling.

Hopper took a few seconds to consider the new layer of shit he found himself in. At this point, he was sure you’d told Steve what had happened. Because, after all, Steve was your boyfriend. Why wouldn’t you tell him?

Then again, if you had told Steve, why wasn’t he at the station right now kicking Hopper’s ass? Maybe you’d begged Steve not to tell anyone, afraid you’d put your job in jeopardy?

The temporary secretary cleared her throat to get Hopper’s attention. Her big, expressive eyes drifted up and down his body, a curious smile on her face. Hopper tried to focus on her smile and not his anxiety, grateful for the distraction when she extended a pretty hand to him. “We haven’t met before,” the young woman said. “I’m Mary.”

Hopper took her hand, which disappeared in his. “Jim,” he said, adding, “Mary. That’s a beautiful name, Mary.”

She dropped her eyes bashfully, a light pink blush coloring her cheeks. Hopper already knew Mary wanted him to fuck her; it was more than obvious. Having her would be easy for several reasons. Mary was obviously young, likely nineteen or twenty, Hopper guessed. And from experience, he knew that younger women were easier conquests, because they tended to be inexperienced and therefore, attracted to someone mature and in a position of authority like Hopper.

One of the reasons Hopper was so enchanted by you was the fact that you were the exact opposite of a girl like Mary. You were young, but not so young that you automatically came with the prepackaged naïveté Hopper had grown so bored with after years of fucking women barely old enough to drink. Women who’d maybe had one or two partners, if any. Virgins were easy for Hopper to fuck, but they bored him. He needed a woman who would let him do unspeakable things to her body, not teach her how to fuck in the first place. He was too lazy for that, too selfish. Hopper wanted you, a woman who looked sweet and innocent in public, but could handle the dicking-down he intended to give you in private…

Hopper realized his thoughts were drifting again, so he forced himself to focus on the distraction in front of him: Mary. Secretary Mary. The fact that her name rhymed with her job might help him remember it for a change, Hopper realized. Usually, he didn’t waste time cataloging information about the women he fucked; it was too much of an effort for Hopper to keep track of them all.

He’d likely never see Mary again, after today. You’d be back at the station tomorrow, and Hopper could make things right with you…at least, he hoped you’d come back. The possibility of never seeing you again was something Hopper couldn’t handle right now. He needed to see you, to talk about what happened.

Mary’s pleasant voice pulled Hopper from his thoughts. “It’s nice to meet you, Jim,” she said, and he knew she meant it. “If you need anything…” Mary held the pause in her statement long enough to make sure Hopper understood the full extent of her meaning. “…You know where to find me.”

Hopper nodded politely. He knew he’d have her in the backseat of his Blazer by lunch.

“Likewise, Mary,” Hopper smiled, his voice soft and authoritative, laying the charm on thick. Mary’s subtle change in posture, the way her shoulders went back slightly, accentuating her breasts in the most innocent way possible, confirmed Hopper’s suspicions. He leaned forward, narrowing the space between them. Mary’s breathing changed instantly; Hopper could practically hear her pulse quicken. “Hey,” he whispered, a friendly grin on his lips. “I take my lunch at eleven; you wanna get out of here for awhile?”

Mary’s answer, predictably, was yes.

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Hopper had assumed correctly that Mary-the-Secretary was a virgin. She’d blurted it out as soon as he touched her, as if confessing something. Hopper didn’t react, because of course he’d already known. And he may have been compulsive when it came to sex, but he wasn’t a monster; Hopper never planned on putting his dick inside Mary. He knew she wasn’t ready for that, and he had no desire to make her first time a painful one. His only purpose in doing anything with Mary, or any woman at this point, was to use her body as a substitute for yours…

Mary had a pretty pussy and tasted sweet, so it was easy for Hopper to pretend she was you. He ate her for twenty minutes or so, and didn’t pull her panties back up for her till she’d come twice. He looked at his watch, noting that his lunch break was nearly over. Hopper gave Mary’s thigh a hearty pat and informed her it was “time to head back,” walking around to the front of the car and waiting for Mary to do the same. She of course took a bit longer than Hopper, being unsteady on her feet. Climbing into the passenger side, she closed her eyes and leaned to rest her head against Hopper’s shoulder. He grimaced, frowning at the road ahead, but Mary didn’t see his expression.

Another problem with virgins, Hopper was reminded: They get too attached and usually, right away. Especially the younger ones, who seemed to demand a dual role of Hopper that he wasn’t willing to waste time or effort to play: the role of a father figure as well as a lover. There was nothing about any of these girls that Hopper wanted to nurture, and he tried to convey that message early on with his behavior. But sometimes, the message wasn’t received, and Hopper had a broken heart on his hands that he’d never meant to break. He didn’t mind the slight guilt it caused his conscience this time, because Hopper knew he’d probably never see Mary again. Broken-hearted girls were easy to ignore when Hopper could avoid interacting with them.

He caught a glimpse of Mary’s face in the passenger side mirror. She was positively beaming, glowing… Hopper realized she’d probably never had an orgasm before today. He sighed to himself; she was definitely attached. Hopper didn’t want a puppy, but he seemed to now have one on his heels. Mary tried to get Hopper’s attention all day after lunch, making frequent trips into his office with one excuse or another, cheeks flushed rosy, giddy with excitement at just being near him. By the time Hopper got off duty, he was more than happy to be parting ways with Mary. She saw him leaving and trotted after Hopper to his car, asking if she could see him later tonight.

Rather than give her illusions of anything further happening between them, Hopper decided to rip the emotional bandage off quickly, and be done with it. “No, Mary,” he said over a cigarette. She watched him turn his key in the ignition, her smile softly fading. “I can’t see you tonight,” Hopper continued flatly. “I have a date.”

Mary’s sweet features melted into a look of sorrow that Hopper was familiar with. He didn’t enjoy hurting young women, but delivering a well-intentioned lie was better than handing out false hope. He backed out of the parking lot and onto the main road that ran through downtown Hawkins. It would take less than three minutes for Hopper to get to your house. He was tempted. The urge to know what was going through your head right now was eating him up inside.

As usual when it came to Hopper, temptation did get the better of him. He began to feel angry at you for denying him a response. How could you not let him know where your mind was at, after what happened last night? The anxiety of not knowing was making Hopper miserable, emotionally sick. His dick had barely gotten hard when he was eating out the temporary secretary, even though he’d mentally replaced her with you.

An ugly sense of rage began to boil in Hopper’s gut. How dare you avoid him…how dare you pretend that everything was okay, that the world wasn’t caving in, making up some absurd excuse about being sick to avoid Hopper? His grip on the steering wheel had tightened to the point of discomfort, but as with his obsession, Hopper couldn’t. let. go.

The sun was setting as Hopper pulled down your street. It reminded him of where he’d been exactly twenty-four hours ago, driving from Steve’s house to yours, and how everything about his life had changed in the hour following. Hopper saw Steve’s car in your driveway, but that didn’t stop him. He was determined to get an answer, to get some kind of reassurance from you that everything last night was real, and not the result of a drug-induced dream his subconscious had conjured up. Hopper knew he had to control himself, to stuff his rage deeper lest it take hold of him and guide his mind in a direction that would cause even more harm than he already had.

Hopper pulled to a stop in your driveway, rather than parking further down the street like he had last night. What was the point? Hopper planned on being confrontational, on getting the answers he was owed. A thin line of sweat dripped down his chest as he put the Blazer in park. Hopper’s deep blue eyes were darker than usual when he checked his reflection in the rearview mirror. He was reminded briefly of those cheesy horror movies where a character in the film becomes possessed. Their eyes were always depicted as changing color, going a darker shade, as if the demon that had overtaken them was seeping through the very windows of their soul. Hopper’s reflection was slightly jarring. He wondered what was possessing him? His answer came easily; Hopper was possessed by you.

He threw open the driver’s side door and slammed it shut. Hopper wiped the sweat from his forehead, then reached into his pocket for a cigarette, quickly deciding against it. He didn’t want anything distracting him, not even a cigarette. Hopper decided he could smoke after he’d handled you. He could have rang the doorbell, but opted for the more aggressive option, banging his fist against the door in three firm, thudding knocks. A muffled voice from behind the door called out, “just a sec,” and Hopper cursed under his breath. It was Steve.

The front door pulled back and Hopper found himself once again in the presence of “King Steve,” Harrington. “What an honor,” Hopper sarcastically muttered. Steve didn’t hear, as he was too busy adjusting the t-shirt he’d obviously pulled on in a hurry to answer the door. It was on backwards, tag visible on the neckline. Steve looked less like a king and more like a pauper at the moment, his shorts crooked and hair a mess. Hopper took in the sight of the younger man, the rapid pace of his breathing, perspiration glistening on the end of Steve’s nose.

Except, it wasn’t sweat. Hopper could smell sex all over Steve, and he swallowed, hard. That was you…your sweet scent radiating from Steve’s body, covering his face and neck. Steve must have realized he looked a mess, because he quickly pulled up the bottom of his shirt and wiped his face, and ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to fix it. “Uh-hey Chief,” Steve said distractedly. “What’re you doing here?”

Hopper chewed his tongue so hard it hurt. How he wanted to end Steve Harrington, to shove past him and into your house. Hopper would find you and finish the job for Steve. And he’d do it better, too…

Hopper realized you must not have told Steve about last night, and that the time to confront you was not now. He took a deep breath before speaking. “I heard (y/n) called in sick today,” Hopper said quietly, then cleared his throat to speak more clearly. “Just checking to make sure she’s okay.”

Steve leaned an elbow against the doorway, nodding quickly and assuring Hopper in a flurry of words that you were “fine-just fine,” and “I’ll let her know you uh-you stopped by-.” And then, the door closed in Hopper’s face…

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Hours passed.

Hopper drank.

The Hideaway stayed open till three AM on Mondays. It was a clever business move designed to entice customers in after what was typically the most stressful work day of the week. Right now, Hopper was just grateful to have a drink in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. The location didn’t matter; he would have gladly laid his cash and self respect on the bar of any nearby watering hole. Luckily for Hopper, The Hideaway was only a few minutes drive from your house, which made it the perfect place to kill time.

He checked his watch more often than he needed, drinking shot after shot of whatever contained the highest percentage of alcohol. After his encounter with Steve that evening, Hopper needed this. If he was angry before, he was furious now. That bastard had literally been fucking you in the next room right before answering the door. Hopper threw back another shot of vodka, sucking the last of it from the glass. The bartender had been watching him for some time now, taking note of how much alcohol Hopper was consuming. He’d known Hopper long before he was ever an officer, or an adult for that matter. Randy had known Hopper his entire life. He understood the pain Hopper had endured, from his time in Vietnam to the death of his daughter, and the eventual breakdown of his marriage. Randy understood how a man like Hopper could be motivated to drink in excess, turning to alcohol to quiet the memories that haunted him, like so many others who visited the bar. Although Hopper was an adult now, Randy still kept an eye on how much alcohol he had while in his establishment. It was one small way Randy could still take care of him. And he decided that Hopper had had enough.

“Hey Jimmy,” the old man said, approaching Hopper from behind the bar. He had a glass in one hand and a towel in the other, drying it as he spoke. “You driving tonight?”

Hopper shook his head ‘no,’ and then laughed. Why should he lie? He was the Chief of Police, after all. But to spare the old man any worry, Hopper didn’t retract his lie. Instead, he doubled down on it, telling Randy through a series of slurred words that he’d walked there tonight, and planned on walking home. Randy wasn’t convinced; he knew Hopper’s trailer was all the way out by Lover’s Lake. Too far for anyone to choose walking into town over driving. But there was nothing else the old man could do besides refuse Hopper anymore alcohol. “Regardless,” Randy said. “I think it’s time for you to call it a night, Jimmy.”

Hopper groaned, rising from his barstool. He opened his wallet and removed more than enough money to pay his tab, leaving it on the bar. “Keep th’change, Randy,” he drawled, adding “Thanks for always lookin’ out for me.” Hopper staggered to the front door, leaning on it for support as he pushed it open. The night was beautiful; the cloudless sky an inky canvas, sprinkled with stars that were easily visible. Hopper stood in place but swayed on his feet, staring up at the moon. He wondered if your bedroom curtain was open tonight, letting the moonlight in? Hopper decided to find out for himself…

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You’d said goodnight to Steve around eleven that evening. After a long bath, you’d climbed into bed with a good book, read for awhile, then switched off your bedside lamp to go to sleep. Your mind, however, had different plans for you.

It had been nearly impossible to stop thinking about Hopper since last night. He’d been on your mind so often throughout the day, you’d swear he’d taken up residence inside your head. You knew he’d stopped by earlier that afternoon, claiming he wanted to make sure you were feeling better, or something to that effect. But you knew the real reason Hopper had shown up at your door, and that he was also worried you’d told Steve, maybe everyone, about last night. Your absence at work must have confirmed Hopper’s worry.

The truth, however, was much more complicated. You knew Hopper was sick. You’d known for awhile now. You’d seen the way he looked at you, sensed the energy coming from him. You’d recently become aware of Hopper’s compulsive masturbation in his office, ever since you’d taken his trash liner out (as you did with all the bins at the station before clocking out every night). At first, you’d been shocked by your discovery…but you quickly became intrigued. You wondered why Hopper needed to come so often…if maybe the way he looked at you was an indication of where his need was coming from?

The possibility of Chief Jim Hopper wanting you that desperately was…intoxicating. You’d had a crush on him from the moment you met, and in spite of your relationship with Steve, your crush had flourished into a kind of obsession. You knew exactly which cigarettes Hopper smoked (Camel’s, that was his preferred brand) how he liked his coffee (black with a spoonful of honey on the side), that his beer of choice was Schlitz. You’d purchased an aftershave that smelled like Hopper and made Steve use it. You’d snuck a peek at the tag on the navy jacket Hopper wore, and purchased one for yourself.

A favorite ritual of yours was to lay in bed wearing Hopper’s jacket and nothing else. You’d sprinkle a few drops of his aftershave onto your chest, and touch yourself. It wasn’t the same as having Hopper, but…it was enough to get you through the nights when Steve couldn’t satisfy you. Of course, your boyfriend made you come, and often. Steve was amazing in bed, and the sex you had with him was nearly perfect. The one fault you had with Steve (and it was major) was his sex drive. He simply didn’t need sex as much as you did, as often or as rough. Sometimes, you’d convince Steve to play rougher and he would, but not without asking a million times afterwards if he’d hurt you, if he’d made you feel cheap or used, or unloved? Steve was sweet, but his sweetness often got in the way of pursuing rougher intimacy, the kind you craved.

Like last night…Spitting into your mouth, and fucking you in the ass, were acts Steve never would have initiated himself. He preferred gentle, tender sex over anything. While Steve was content to be making love, you needed to be fucked. You wanted a man like Hopper to hurt you and not apologize for it. You wanted him to pump and dump you, leave you split in half and covered in his cum, and to never once say sorry…

You knew Hopper was sick, and you didn’t judge him for it. Because what no one else knew, not even Steve, was that you were sick, too. You couldn’t get enough sex, and Steve wasn’t meeting your needs. You’d kept your crush on Hopper a secret, resigning yourself to good, not great, sex.

When you saw Hopper standing outside your house last night, you made the spontaneous decision to dance for him. And when Steve appeared in the doorway, you realized an even better opportunity to ‘perform,’ for Hopper had presented itself.

Making sure to stand directly in front of the window where you knew Hopper could see everything, you’d let Steve fuck you. Knowing that Hopper was watching in secret made you unbelievably aroused. Seeing him coming all over himself afterwards was the confirmation you needed that Hopper wanted you. The visit he’d made to your home earlier had only been the beginning. You knew that if Jim Hopper wanted to fuck you…he’d be back.

The sound of your front door being unlocked startled you. It must be Steve, of course, since your boyfriend is the only other person with a key to your house. At least, that’s what you thought…

“Steve?”

The door slammed shut. Footsteps on the stairs told you immediately that this was not Steve. You knew his gait, the sound of his walk. You’d heard your boyfriend go up and down those stairs dozens of times. These steps were heavy, uneven. The intruder paused at the sound of your voice, when you called out “who’s there?”

Hopper stepped through your bedroom doorway, making you jump. “S’okay, it’s alright,” he said, lifting his hands to show you he meant no harm. “I just wanna talk, okay? We need to fuckin’ talk…” Hopper sat on the end of your bed, his weight shifting the mattress under you.

“I don’t want to talk,” you told him, to which Hopper immediately replied, “I understand. You’re probably very confused about last night, but you don’t have to be embarrassed.” You tried to interrupt, but Hopper wouldn’t let you get a word in. “I just wish you would have fucking talked to me.” His voice was intense, darker. “You don’t show up at work- What am I supposed to think?!” Hopper slammed his fist against your bed, making you jump. “That my life is over? That I’m never gonna see you again?” Hopper’s speech was slurred, but you understood exactly what he was saying.

He was staring you down, his eyes lingering over the sheet concealing you. Hopper wanted so badly to rip the fabric back and see your body beneath it. All of his strength was focused on controlling himself, because despite the alcohol slurring Hopper’s words, he was very much aware of what was happening, and where he was. He was sitting on your bed, the most intimate place in your home. The place where you laid your head each night and dreamed, where you likely touched yourself. You were so vulnerable like this, Hopper realized. If he lost control right now, and let his darker impulses take hold of him, he might do something even worse than he’d done last night…

“I don’t want to talk,” you repeated, and Hopper laughed darkly. “Well that’s just fine, because I AM gonna talk and you’re gonna fucking LISTEN-.” Hopper grit his teeth, his jaw tensed. He wanted to punish you right now so badly, for making him endure the torture of your silence, your absence. You sat forward in bed, the sheet concealing your body falling aside. Hopper’s features softened, his lips parting slightly, eyes fixed on your exposed breasts. You watched as Hopper’s body language shifted, the muscles in his neck contracting as he swallowed. He was obviously aroused by your nakedness, and for the first time all night, Hopper was at a loss for words.

Taking his hand, you placed his palm over your breast. Hopper drew in a deep breath, staring at his hand cupping your tit, feeling your nipple harden against his palm. You repeated the same words, but slower. This time, Hopper knew precisely their meaning: “…I don’t…want…to TALK…” Hopper understood. You weren’t interested in talking. You wanted him to fuck you.

Hopper’s lips replaced his hand over your breast. Latching onto your nipple, he pressed the tip of his tongue against it before circling and sucking. Your surprised whimper at his intensity made Hopper’s cock stiffen, throbbing against the confines of his jeans. He sank his teeth lightly into your breast, grunting into your tit when a low moan escaped your lips. The sounds you made were divine, even prettier than Hopper had imagined.

His hands gripped the flesh at your hips, groping along your belly to your thighs. His lips crushed against yours as he used his hands to spread your thighs wide open. Hopper felt your cum on his fingers, and put them to his lips. His tongue swept over your slick once, twice, three times, because to Hopper, you tasted like God. The scent of you hadn’t done justice to the divinity of your taste. Hopper sucked his fingers clean before grabbing your legs and tugging your ass down the bed toward him. You gasped, smiling, that smile Hopper could never get tired of seeing, all innocence and corruption at the very same time; a smile that looked angelic on a mouth built for nothing but sin…

Nestling between your legs, Hopper rested his cheek against your inner thigh. He wanted to savor these sensations…your cum slicking his cheek where it rested against your thigh…your scent vanilla sweet, just inches from his nose…the view of your soaked pussy glistening wet and warm…

Hopper lowered his face and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to your clit. Your skin tasted so sweet, like a ripe peach waiting to be bitten. Hopper couldn’t go a second longer without your cunt in his mouth. With his big hands clenching your hips, Hopper pulled your cunt over his lips. Your back arched as Hopper flexed his tongue inside you, curving it around your g-spot.

Your fingers latched onto Hopper shoulders, bracing yourself as your body shivered. No one had ever licked your cunt like this, eating you from the inside out. You twisted and writhed, your lower back lifting off the mattress. If your hips hadn’t been anchored down by Hopper’s hands, you were convinced you’d be floating by now. It already felt like you were. Hopper was licking places so deep inside you, he forgot to breathe. His nose was pressed flush to your clit, his chin rutting against the curve of your ass. Hopper never wanted to leave the warmth of your cunt, not even for air. He pressed two fingers inside you and with an almost hypnotic pace, Hopper expertly fingered your cunt. He spread your slippery lips apart with his tongue, honing in on your clit. Wrapping his mouth over the raised pink bud, Hopper sucked in time with the thrusts of his fingers inside you.

Your eyes were on the ceiling, but you didn’t see it. You were floating, melting, dissolving under Hopper’s lips and around his fingers. The sopping wetness of you sprayed over Hopper’s face, your pillowy walls sucking and contracting around his fingers as you came. Hopper lapped at your cunt like a thirsty animal; he’d never been so drunk on a pussy that he’d blacked out like this, lost track of time and space and everything in between. Your cunt in Hopper’s mouth was like a strong hit of the best drug he’d ever tried. He was addicted instantly. No other pussy would be able to satisfy Hopper after this; he was sure of it. Hopper rubbed his face into your cunt, smearing your cum all over his face. He knew now why Steve was always covered in you; Hopper understood completely. Your cum smelled like every good pussy Hopper had ever had, combined.

As your hips stilled, Hopper lifted his face to look at you. Your eyes were glossy, a thin sheen of sweat coloring your cheeks ruddy, eyebrows cinched together. Your voice was weak, but you managed to softly whimper “more…” and pressed Hopper’s face into your cunt again. He took another hit, another drag, another shot of you. That euphoric bliss went straight to Hopper’s cock, and his climax took him by surprise, filling the crotch of his jeans with cum. You came harder this time, losing yourself for a moment in a black pool of pleasure, your eyes on the ceiling but not in this world anymore.

Hopper rose up from between your thighs, cum dripping off his chin as he hovered over your body. He smacked his palm against your pussy and you choked back a sob, a pain that Hopper was as quick to rub away as he was to dole out. He alternated between spanking your pussy with a force so brutal it shook the bed frame and made you cry, then rubbing his palm against your abused cunt till you were crying in pleasure. Hopper forced three fingers from one hand inside your sopping cunt and hooked them around your insides, ramming into your pussy as hard and as deep as he could, his knuckles disappearing inside you, fingertips nudging your cervix. All throughout this beautiful torture of your insides, Hopper continued to spank his other palm against your cunt. Your lips were already swollen but now, they were twice as puffy and twice as tempting to suck. Hopper removed his fingers from you and pushed his face between your legs again, growling into your plump heat, his spent cock stiffening again inside his cum-soaked jeans.

He pulled your lips between his, suckling at their pillowy softness. Hopper gulped your cum as you squirted again, sealing his open mouth over your pussy so he wouldn’t miss a drop. His stomach was full of cum, his tongue thick and heavy, and Hopper had never been a happier man. You pressed his shoulders back, and he let you climb on top of him. You rubbed yourself against Hopper’s crotch, the bulge in his jeans wet with both his cum and now yours. Speeding your lips around the outline of his cock, you humped Hopper through his jeans. The weight of you on top of his cock made Hopper groan, the rocking of your hips as you rutted over and over again along his clothed erection pushing Hopper over the edge. He came inside his jeans again, grunting through his climax as you never stopped humping him, as you drained every drop from Hopper’s cock and refused to climb off till you’d come again, too.

Despite the fact that he’d already come twice, Hopper couldn’t stop getting hard again within five minutes of coming. He pulled his cock from his jeans, shaking it by the base, letting his cum fall off his dick and onto your stomach. Hopper grabbed your hips and flipped you over, spitting on your asshole and rubbing his fat tip against it. Without warning, he buried himself inside you, splitting you open just like you wanted. You yelped in pain; Hopper’s hand found your mouth, cupping around your face from behind. “Bite down,” he ordered, shoving his fingers between your lips. Hopper fucked you harder as your teeth sank into his skin. The pain in your asshole began to subside as you braced your teeth around Hopper’s fingers. His cock was stretching your asshole beyond its capacity to hold him; but with every punch of your guts, the pain got easier and easier to take.

“I’m gonna come-,” Hopper panted over your back. “I’m gonna come again-FUCK!” Hopper emptied his third load inside you, painting your asshole with semen. His body shivered, trembling, and you felt the vibration through his cock, still hard as a diamond in your ass. Sweat dripped from Hopper’s chest onto your back. He pulled his fingers from your mouth, sucking the small bit of blood off of them. Hopper lazily humped the soft curves of your ass, pushing his cum deeper as his cock softened inside you. “You did so good,” Hopper murmured against your ear. “Such a good fucking girl…”

You tilted your head back, lips parted in a contented smile. Your hair was drenched in sweat, wispy strands sticking to your forehead. Hopper took his time kissing each one, letting his cock linger inside you, making sure every single drop of his cum was deposited there. When he did pull out, Hopper trailed kisses along the curve of your back, gently removing his cock from inside you.

“Is there a mess?” you asked, and Hopper smirked, looking down at his dick.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he replied, reaching for a tissue box on your nightstand and using them to wipe his cock clean. You realized the sun would be coming up soon, and that you’d both have to get ready for work. “How about a shower and some breakfast?” you asked, and Hopper smiled. “I’d like that,” he said.

After showering, you showed Hopper where the kitchen was and he made you both scrambled eggs and toast. He needed to leave a little early to go home and change into his uniform. You kissed Hopper goodbye and watched him walk to his vehicle through your front doorway. And it occurred to you that this…all of this…was absolutely going to happen again.

@mrshopper84

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[ashwhowrites]

Hi could I request a cute hopper x reader fic set in season 2, where El helps hopper get ready for his date with the reader and a few months after they are dating, she meets El for the first time. Reader is nervous to meet El as she really wants El to like her, and El loves the reader and Hopper is in love with the reader especially after seeing his two favourite girls get along

Thank you for requesting! I miss writing about Hopper. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it <3

Fair warning - I barely have experience in writing El and I haven't seen season 2 in years so I hope it's semi correct with the timeline? And I hope her character is somewhat correct🤞🏻

His girls

Jim hasn't been on a date in ages, as well as asked a girl out on a date. But the few times Y/N stopped by the station, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She captured his attention more than the cigarettes and donuts that sat on his desk. He watched her through the blinds of his office, up until she left.

Jim didn't have the balls to ask her out until she beat him to it.

Now he tore apart his closet as El microwaved her small frozen dinner.

El could hear him cursing to himself and the sound of things hitting the floor. She walked over to his room, knocking on the door.

"WHAT!" Jim yelled, El opened the door with a worried face. Her eyes took in the disaster of his room.

"Do you..help?" She asked, she still was learning how to properly speak. She learned words here and there from the group but she never was out in the world to learn how to communicate.

Jim thought about it. His first reaction was to say no and deal with it. But maybe help would be nice. Maybe it would calm his nerves.

"I need a shirt and jeans." Jim sighed. El smiled and raced into the room. Her eyes looked over his different shirts.

"For a date. Fancy? You know fancy?" He asked, El shrugged. She had no clue what that meant but she wanted to help.

"Date?" She asked

"Yeah, you know how you like Mike?" Jim gagged out, but he knew this was the only way she'd understand.

"Yes." She said in a dead tone.

"I like a girl, and we are going to get dinner." He explained, that the fewer words for her the better.

"Dinner. Girl. Like." She muttered to herself. Her brown eyes scanned his room. She reached forward to grab a button-up. She'd seen Mike wear lots of those, but he always paired it with a jacket.

"Jacket?" She asked, holding up the shirt.

"I need a jacket?" He asked, when she nodded he pulled one out of his closet.

~~~

Jim couldn't lie, he was very impressed with El. He stood in dark blue jeans, a black button up and a brown jacket resting on his shoulders.

"Hair," El said, handing him a hairbrush. Jim smiled and thanked her. Brushing through his hair and trying to push down the bumps.

"Okay, El. I'm going to leave now. Stay here, you know the rules." He said, hands on his knees as he got in her eye level.

"Yes, hopper."

~~~

After many more dates, and once they made it official, Jim was ready for Y/N and El to meet.

Y/N was terrified. She could feel all the air get stuck in her throat when he brought it up.

"Really?" She squeaked out nervously. She'd heard lots about El, which meant she knew El wasn't easily impressed. She was blunt and honest. Two things that scared Y/N to death.

Jim kept pushing and pushing. Y/N knew it was important to him and she felt honored he wanted them to meet. She couldn't help but worry if El didn't like her. Would Jim end it all together? She didn't want to lose Jim, she felt herself falling for him.

~~~

"El this is Y/N!" Jim said a huge smile on his face. A smile El barely ever saw. El knew that Hopper didn't smile often. He was always grumpy and annoyed. She made him crack a smile every once and a while. And she felt her stomach warm as she watched Hopper smile toward whoever Y/N was.

"Pleasure!" El said, a big smile on her face as she held out her hand.

Jim may have given El a lesson in manners before this event. He prepped El just as much, or even more than he prepped Y/N.

"Oh! It's a pleasure for me too!" Y/N said she shook the young girl's hand.

"Compliment her haircut," Jim whispered against Y/N's head.

"I love your hair! The curls suit you very well." Y/N said, thanking Jim in her head, El's smile somehow got bigger.

"Thank you!" She said excitedly. Her face felt warm and her stomach fluttered.

"Pretty," El said, looking at Hopper.

"I agree." Jim smiled.

They sat down for dinner, a simple take-out delivery of pizza. It was so simple that it made Jim feel like they already were a family. El told her jokes that Jim never understood, but Y/N laughed at every single one. El didn't understand much of what Y/N talked about, but she listened closely. She watched her lips move and nodded along.

Jim worked hard on helping El with her communication, and he could see the improvement as she talked to Y/N.

~~~

After they met, El asked for Y/N to come over every day. She claimed it was nice to talk to a girl for a change. Jim rolled his eyes but he loved that El wanted Y/N around, because he did too.

Months down the road, El and Y/N communicated better than ever. El learned new words and Y/N kept her sentences short. Sometimes Y/N was there when Jim wasn't.

He lost count of the times he came home from work to see El learning to braid Y/N's hair. Eyeshadow on El's eyes and lipstick on her lips. Her nails were in a bright pink, and Y/N's nails matched.

"We had a girl's day!" El said, looking towards Y/N to see if she said it correctly. When Y/N gave her a nod and thumbs up, El smiled again and looked back to Hopper.

Jim hasn't had a family in a while. And he worried he'd never feel the love for a family like he did before. He was scared he'd feel too guilty and think he was replacing his old family. But he wasn't.

The two girls in front of him were his chosen family. And he'd pick them over and over again.

"I think Jim needs a makeover too!" Y/N said, a smirk on her face as El immediately agreed.

"No!" Jim argued.

~~~

"Nice nails, Hop!" One of the officers said as Jim walked into the office.

"Shut it," Jim muttered, grabbing a donut and walking into his office.

"Are your nails pink?" Joyce asked, sitting in his chair as she waited for him to arrive.

"My girls wanted to give me a makeover. Now what's up?"

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[thewritersaddictions]

Day Nineteen: Jim Hopper + Uniform

There's something about Jim, and that's before you come to the sheriff's department to bring him lunch one afternoon.

You and Jim had been dating for a few very good months now, but you had yet to see him outside of the fancy restaurant Enzo's, at his cabin, or when you took little trips and stayed in a comfy little bed and breakfast.

You had just been yearning to see him in his whole get-up. Wanted to see if he stretched out the sheriff's shirt like he did the nice flannels he wears to Enzo's or how he stretches out the jeans how he does the sweatpants he wears.

You were in a dazed thought as you pulled into a parking space in front of the sheriff's department. You aren't sure how long you'd been driving while making up dreams of what Hopper might be looking like this afternoon.

When you walked into the department you had excepted it to be crowded and filled with life, but it really wasn't. You looked out the window realizing that you might have come at a bad time. You walked towards the front desk. An older woman stood up, "What can I help you with dear?" The older woman asked.

You look down at my purse and the lunch bag you had locked in your hand. "I was… I'm wondering where I might find Sheriff Hopper?" You asked in the strongest of voices. Her face contorted for a slipt second then she just had a realization. "You must be Y/n, I'm Florence, Hopper's secretary." You release a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding on, so tightly.

"He'll be back in a few had to pick up a troubled kid, you can wait in his office," Florence says to you. You walk in stride behind her trying to keep up with the older women. Florence opens the door for you, and you turn. "How do you know me?" You ask her, She smiles "Hopper talks about you a lot even if he's not that much of a talker." With that Florence is gone, and you're left in Hopper's office.

While you wait you get his food out of the bag, placing it on the right side of the desk, and you start to look around at the walls of his office. Pictures, and photos with special people around the town when Hopper had become sheriff.

“I’m not bookin' you, son, I’m just gonna call your uncle.” You hear Hopper talking outside the office. You panic for a moment and jumble around to get into the seat across from his desk.

The door opens wide and with a pounding force on the other side. Hopper doesn’t notice you at first not until he goes to sit down and he sees food, and then your beautiful face.

“What are you… FLORENCE?” Hopper shouts. She walks fast to the door. “Oh, I forget to tell you that Y/n was here.” She leaves. Leaving Hopper standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“You were gonna call somebody? Do I need to leave?” You ask him. He looks down at you. Anger and confusion melt away. “Oh hell no, stay here and then I can have lunch with ya sweetheart,” Hopper says. He settles down and reaches over for the phone.

It’s a rather short conversation with “I understand” and “It won’t happen again.”s added to almost every single other thread of conversation.

“Now let me get back to you sweetheart,” Hopper says. His voice was deeper and thicker. He gets up to the chair squealing with the weight coming off the old springs. “Stand up sweetheart,” Hopper says shutting his door and his blinds. “For privacy love.” He assures you.

You stand up. You had worn a little sun dress, one that gave off the curves of your body. Exposing most of your skin to the afternoon sun. "Do a little spin f'me." Hopper's voice is husky, sending shivers down to your core. As you spin the dress flutters up exposing more of your skin to Hopper.

"God'damn, you are so beautiful," Hopper mutters mostly to himself. You smile timidly. This is new territory. You want to ask Hopper to do a spin of his own. You want to see how he looks in his whole uniform. The light brown doesn't clash with his skin, rather makes his blue eyes sparkle.

He reaches out his hand for you to take. "Come sit on my lap?" He offers, and you take his hand. He walks softly to his chair getting comfortable before dragging you into his lap. Hopper's one thigh becomes your seat.

You talk and Hopper eats.

Hopper can feel your heat seeping through your cotton panties into his work slacks. It's driving him insane as you innocently talk about the garden behind your house, and how the kids that you do story time with at the library today were so good at listening today.

Hopper bounces his leg, bouncing you ever so slightly up and back down. You don't say anything about it at first. You nibble at your own food, not really hungry for food right now. Maybe Hopper reads your mind, or maybe something else gives it away.

Continuously Hopper bounces his leg, giving a few sharp bounces, and a few loose and slow ones. Trying to gather some sort of rhythm, that's good for both you and his leg.

Hopper finishes up the food you delivered to him, but he doesn't want you to go just yet. You go to get up after Hopper had thrown his trash into the can across the room. A large hand pulls you back down.

"Don't go just yet, baby," Hopper whispers. You nod and stay put. The bouncing of his leg hasn't stopped only getting better and better. The vibration and the force on your clit hitting the muscular thigh make your eyes go crossed. "I can feel your heat through all these layers," Hopper whispers into your ear, as he pulls your back into his chest. You try to look at him as your head rests on his shoulder.

"Jim…" a strangled moan falls from your lips. You don't ever call him by his first name unless you have far long gone in your mind. Lost to the power of your euphoria. "Are you enjoyin' yourself?" Hopper asks in a sultry tone. You moan, and press your lips into his bread-covered jawline.

Your imagination could never meet the reality of what and how Hopper feels in his uniform. You can feel the hard metal of his buckle digging into your back, but you welcome the pain of it. "Answer me, sweetheart." Hopper demands of you. "Yes… fu… yeah JIm I…" You're having a hard time expressing yourself as he grinds his kneecap into your clit. Wet panties sticking to the material of the slacks. "I bet you are sweetheart. I can feel how wet you are. You gonna make yourself cum on my thigh baby?" He whispers to you.

Your mind was already frizzy and frazzled, but now it's white-hot blank. You see nothing but the euphoric feeling that pumps through your body. You shift needing more pressure, or attention. Hopper's hands are held around your waist and pressed flush into your breast.

Your hands land on the crumb-covered part of the desk. Knuckles going white, and eyes closing tightly as you get just the right amount of pleasure from the hard muscle between your thighs. "Oh, sweetheart…" Hopper mumbles, "I can feel you, gonna cum baby? I know you are, god you're so beautiful." Hopper words are hot and push you over the edge.

Cumming through your white cotton panties and all over his uniform slacks. Your body leans, and lumps over the desks. Chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. Hopper's large hand sprawls against your back as he rubs deep, and meaningful circles into your back to calm you.

"Fuck Hopper…" You mumble out, "Did you come just for lunch, or where you think' about somethin' else." You chuckle a little, "What… I got a little hot from your sheriff's uniform." You say back, not yet lifting yourself from the desk. "Good to know sweetheart."

Completed: 07/29/23

Posted on: 10/19/23

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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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[darlingsfandom]

The Virgin Peep Show

Warnings: p in v, loss of virginity, swearing, age gap! Reader is over 21!

The cool breeze blew in through your open bedroom window in the trailer making you shiver a little but it felt nice since you had been running around all day cleaning up. A small chime from the clock rang into your ears as you finished fluffing your pillows on you bed and it dawned on you that it's now ten pm which means that your neighbor Jim will be home in a few minutes .

Jim Hopper, also know as the Sheriff of Hawkins just happens to be your neighbor. It wasn't like you asked for that but you didn't mind. Jim was easily twenty years older than you, strong mustache game and a big soft belly that you've stared at more than you can count for. It's not his fault he makes you hot. Jim knew of your existence. He was a good neighbor to you. You've went over asking him for help for simple repairs around the trailer and you'd repay him with home made cookies, brownies or cake! Whatever he asked for. You tried to pay with cash once and he frowned because he didn't want that, he was just being helpful.

Your eyes scanned your window and still now Jim, but the light to his bedroom was on. You stood in the window wearing only a black low cut lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. As you watched for Jim, you crawled onto your bed and sat on your knees facing your pillows acting like you were fixing the bed even though you had just did that. A few seconds later you could smell cigarettes lingering in the air and you knew Jim was at the window. You peeked over your shoulder with a soft smile when you made eye contact with Jim. He stood there smoking before giving you a wave.

Slowly you got off your bed and smoothed over your lingerie which Jim's jaw fell on the floor when he seen you. He couldn't believe his eyes! You wearing something so revealing, so sexual! Not you! Not his cute little Betty Crocker of a neighbor. Jim couldn't lie, you were very cute. He had been a peeping Tom a few times but never told you. How could he? Jim picked his jaw back up when he realized you were leaning out the window.

"Hi Jim!" You leaned on your elbows against the window seal.

"Hiya honey!" He waved his cigarette before you leaned back.

"Have a good night Jim!" You blew him a little kiss. Jim's cheeks turned bright red as you bit down on your bottom lip. Neither of you could break eye contact either each other even when the little light bulb went off in your head.

Jim's eyes followed you as you walked back to your bed and sat on the edge. He gulped a little while your fingers pulled down the straps slowly off your shoulders until your firm breasts were exposed to him. He couldn't believe that sweet little you was sitting there getting naked in front of him. Your eyes grew dark when your finger tips toyed with your nipples making you gasp when you pulled on them. Jim put out his cigarette and watched as your right hand moved away from your nipple and moved down your body, pushed up the bottom of the lingerie and showed off the fact you had no panties on. Jim's eyes bursted out of his skull like a cartoon before he was fully against his window.

Your legs spread open just an enough to give Jim a peek at your folds. He licked his lips watching your finger slide along your folds. Jim was memorized at how wet , pink and hair your pussy is. He chewed his bottom lip while quickly removing his work shirt off to expose his hairy chest and belly to you which made you swoon. Your finger slide inside of you slowly making you gasp loud enough Jim could hear you since you left the window open.

"Fuck!" You cried out when you curled your finger inside of you. Soon another finger followed inside of your wet pussy. You watched Jim as he began messing with his pants. You slowly pulled your fingers out of your pussy before sliding them into your mouth. You closed your legs and made your way back to the window.

"If you like what you see Mr.Hopper... come over and I'll show you more!" You blew him another kiss before shutting the window and closing the curtains. Jim stood there dumbfounded for a minute before he shook all reason out of his head and ran over before quickly pounding on your door. You giggled to yourself before opening the door.

"Jim..." He stepped inside and locked the front door before walking you backwards to your room. Once you were in your room Jim picked you up and tossed you slightly onto the bed. He looked down at you with lust filled eyes while unbuttoning his pants. You laid back on your elbows while licking your lips.

"You're a fuckin tease doll. Had me fooled." Jim dropped his pants and boxers while you had your finger hooked into your mouth biting the tip lightly as you watched his boxers fall down. His cock was bigger than you imagined. Easily seven inches long, very fat and veiny. You were drooling as Jim gripped your thighs and spread them open to look at your wet little pussy.

"Thought you were such a good little girl! Never would have guessed you were such a kinky little slut!" His words struck your core making your thighs snap shut before he forced them open again. "Nuh uh ! No hiding now sweetheart."

"Fuck me Jim! Please! I've wanted you so long! Please please please!" You pleaded with him while his fingers ran over your folds. Jim slid his thick index finger inside of you making you grip the sheets while whimpering out at the stretch.

"God damn sweetheart, you're tight! You a virgin or something ?" He half laughed with a smirk until he realized how silent you were. "Oh shit sweetheart, are you?" His finger pulled out of you slowly while he kept eye contact with you .

"I am but I'm ready! Please Jim! I've thought about you like this, please!" Jim rubbed the back of his neck as he sat down on the bed next to you before rubbing your back.

"Are you sure sweetheart? Losing your virginity is a big deal and I'm just your old neighbor..."

"Jim! You're my hot old neighbor! Please!" You gave him a pout while climbing into his lap until you were face to face with him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and played with his neck hair while he held your hips. He gave you a soft smile before placing a gently kiss to your lips. The kisses were something from a fairy tail with how slow and sweet they felt before your urges took over. Your hips rutted against his cloth covered boner making sure to leave a wet patch on the fabric of his boxers. Hopper moaned into your mouth allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. You could taste the Tobacco in his mouth as your tongue swirled together while his hands squeezed your plushy hips.

"Lay down" His voice was deep as he helped you climb off his lap and on your back. Jim lifted your nightgown up until it was past your hips while he kneeled onto the bed to look at your wet hairy cunt. His fingers stroked your folds again before his tongue lapped over them. Your fingers ran through his hair when his tongue slipped inside of you.

"OH MY GOD!" Your toes curled at the feeling of Jim's big tongue lapping you up. His eyes met yours as he devoured your pussy lapping you up while squeezing your thighs. You were in heaven. Jim was masterful with his tongue and made you squirm.

"Nice and wet for me honey!" Jim licked his lips as he sat up to line his cock up to your pussy. He tapped the head of his cock against your folds making you whine while looking at him with the softest eyes he'd ever seen! Even better than the porn he's watched. You were the most sluttiest yet innocent girl he's ever met. Jim grabbed both of your hands and looked into your eyes .

"Jim!" You cried out as he slowly pushed into you.

"That's it baby! Good girls take big cocks! Fuck! Stretching you feels so good honey!" Jim was in heaven as your warm wet cunt stretched around his cock. "That's it honey take my fat cock! You're doing so good!" He leaned down to kiss you as he slid the last inch inside of you making you cry into his mouth while your finger nails dug into his hands. Jim kissed away your tears as he stayed motionless letting you adjust to his size. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his soft gaze.

"Just let me know when you're ready honey. I won't move until you say it's okay." He used his thumb to run over your knuckle before bringing your hand to his mouth so he could kiss your hand.

With a small smile and slow nod, you let Jim know it was okay. He moved slowly back out while watching your face twitch a little with pain. Jim was gentle with you at first until it felt comfortable for you. You lifted your legs and he wrapped them around his waist which hit a new angle that made you cry in pleasure.

"Oh Jim! Fuck! I'm so glad you're my first!"

"I'm honored to be your first honey! You feel so fucking good!" Jim was sweating above you as he thrusted into you with a soft pace. His moans were music to your ears as he squeezed your thighs making you moan. Jim bent over you so he could kiss you which was a lot for you. His scent, his heavy thrusts, his warm mouth was making that familiar fire in your belly bubble and Jim could tell from your moans and the way you were squeezing him that you were close.

"It's okay honey, cum for me! Just let go, I got you honey." Jim cooed at you as his own orgasm was building inside of him. His thumb pressed against your clit making your orgasm wash over you. Your hips flew up, your eyes shut tight and your nails dug into his arms as you creamed all over his cock which made Jim pull out as fast as he could and cum against your inner thighs with a loud groan of your name. Both of you went silent for a minute looking into each others eyes. Jim laid down next to you before pulling you into his big sweaty hairy chest to which you laid your head on. His hand ran up and down your back.

"Now don't you worry honey, this isn't a one night stand type of deal. Any time you want me, you got me." Hopper kissed the top of your head while you pulled your blanket over your bodies. "All you gotta do is keep your window open and I'll come right on over." You kissed Jim's cheek before laying your head back down his chest. After awhile Jim helped you get cleaned up with a warm bubble bath , got you some juice and cuddled back into your bed with you as the two of you fell asleep into the night.

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[strangerxperv]

Daddy Dom Jim Hopper X Little Sub (Lemon/ Lemonade) Reader

Lemon is Sour Until you add Sugar

NSFW/ Minors the lemon factory is closed for you, go drink mud.

It's only been two weeks since Jim grounded you and you're already fed up. He's had as many orgasms as he wants but you've had zero. The larger man has made it a point to fuck you till he cums before pulling out to cum on you. Never cumming in your mouth or cunt and certainly never letting you cum.

It's not fair. How's he going to stop you from cumming? He can't be with you all the time! His punishment only sticks if you let it and what's to stop you? You can make yourself see stars without that mean old daddy!!

Jim leaves for work with you throbbing in need after cumming on your thighs. You decide to finally make good on your promise. Grabbing the toys from under the bed closed away in a cutesy toy box. You swiftly lay back with your favorite dildo stuck up your cunt and the wand buzzing away.

The dildo stays stationary in your hole as you try to conserve energy. The wand buzzes away just above your throbbing clit. It feels so good. So fucking good being stuffed full with the attention solely on your stiff people.

Your body tenses up as the coil in your womb pulls taught. Mouth agape in a silent scream your tiny hand wraps around the dildo. Thrusting up into your g-spot you turn the wand up to its highest setting.

Everything comes crashing down as waves of pleasure take hold. A whine escapes your slip lips when you being to spray. Cum splashes around the dildo and and cascades onto the mattress.

"That good, huh?" Jim's face is hard to read but it's hard to be afraid when you're a twitching pliant mess.

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[pixiexdusts-world]

Incorrect quote

Y/n: *bites lip* Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?

Hopper: That isn’t gonna work, hands behind your back.

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[munson-blurbs]

Greetings, foolish mortals!

Spirit Halloweens have been popping up across the US again, which means that my favorite holiday is almost upon us. To celebrate, I will be hosting a Trope-or-Treat event.

Here's how it'll work: from September 1-30, I will be taking requests based on the tropes and reader insert descriptions below. I'll write as many as I can and post them throughout the month of October.

The rules are simple: pick one candy from the "trope" list, one candy from the "reader insert" list, and one character to be paired with. Reader inserts will be fem!Reader unless you specify otherwise :)

Reminder: I will not write smut for anon requests.

Happy haunts!

Snickers: forced proximity

Peanut Butter Cup: fake dating

Sour Patch Kids: enemies-to-lovers

Dum-Dum: idiots in love

War Head: unrequited love

M&Ms: friends-to-lovers

Lemon Head: exes-to-lovers

Three Musketeers: mom!Reader

Skittles: teacher!Reader

Starburst: hippie!Reader

Bubblicious: popstar!Reader

Nerds: bookworm!Reader

Kit Kat: artist!Reader

Butterfinger: shy!Reader

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Argyle

Jim Hopper

Can't wait to see what y'all come up with!

P.S. this event format was modeled after @ghost-proofbaby's follower celebration. Thank you for the inspiration 💚

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[strangerthingslover69]

Hoppers had a good day

It’s your weekly movie night with your older, grumpier chief of police room mate. Only this time he’s in a good mood. A very good mood. He shows your just how good of a mood he’s in

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ Drinking, swearing and smut ~

You plonk down on the sofa after a long day at work, you’ve just put in a new movie to watch with your roommate. Yes your roommate is Jim Hopper. You heard he was looking for one and you needed a place to get away from your parents, so you took the opportunity straight away. It’s been okay so far. He’s mostly grumpy when he comes back from a day at the station so you did keep your distance a bit, especially when he was in one of those moods. But today was different. ‘Hey Y/N, you got the movie all set up already? Aren’t you a good girl’ he says entering the cabin. You sit there a moment confused. For once he seems happy almost? Coming in with a smile. But main reason you’re confused is by the new nickname. ‘Good girl’ he’s never ever called you that. You hate to admit how much it turns you on. Oh yeah you had a bit of a crush on your older room mate. It was hard not to especially seeing him in the uniform. It made you hot under the collar but you’d never admit that. ‘Yup, all ready. Made some popcorn too’ you say grabbing it off the table. ‘Excellent! Just gonna have a quick shower first then I’ll be all yours’ he says leaning down taking some popcorn into his mouth. Great now your thinking about him in the shower. God damn it Jim Hopper. He only takes about five minutes before he pops back out. He leaves the bathroom as you go to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers. You try hard not to look but it’s pretty damn hard when he’s just got a towel around his waist. Your eyes follow as he makes way to his room. You quickly look away focusing on the beers. You make your way back to the sofa sitting back and opening your beer. Hopper joins you, he choices to sit next to you today. Normally he sits in his own chair. You look at him puzzled but he just smiles picking up his beer and taking a long sip. You watch the way his throat bobs as he drinks the refreshment. ‘Ready for the movie?’ He asks taking the beer away. You snap back to reality. ‘Yup! I’ll press play’ you say getting up to press the play button. As you bend down to reach Hopper happily takes in the view of your ass in your shorts. You weren’t aware of his attraction to you. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He couldn’t believe it when you wanted to move in with him. He felt like he’d won the jackpot. You were considerably younger than him but he didn’t care. He could see the way your pj shorts rod up your ass cheeks peeking them out. No underwear. He loved movie nights. Just you and him. You’d always wear your cute pjs. You also wore them intentionally, especially the more reviling ones. Todays choice short shorts and a tight crop top. No undies of course. The cabin was naturally cold so your nipples were always visible when your wore something like this.

You sat back down next to Hopper as the movie started. Hopper now had the popcorn on his lap. You shuffled in closed next to him and took a handful of the strategically placed popcorn and began to eat it. About 10 minutes in your start to shiver a bit more. Quite breezy this evening. ‘You cold?’ Hopper asks. You nod. He gets up and gets the blanket from his chair, he sits back down next to you (even closer as you feel your legs touch one another) he brings the blanket and wraps it around the two of you. ‘Better?’ He asks looking at you. You turn to look at him to answer. He’s a lot closer than you realised. You can see the finer detailing of his skin now you’re this close. The wrinkles you see on his beautifully blue eyes. The different shades of brown that run through his hair. How thick his moustache is compared to his beard. He is truly beautiful. ‘Better’ you whisper, reluctantly turning your head back to the TV.

About half way through the film you feel Hopper starts getting bored, you’ve picked up on his habits. You can tell as he’s not really paying attention and you can feel his eyes boring into you. ‘What’s up Hopper?’ You ask eyes still on the screen. He lets out a sigh, ‘just thinking.’ You head stays in the same place but you move your eyes in his direction, ‘what you thinking about?’ You ask him. He shifts closer to you, his breath on your neck. His hand slowly making its way up to your bare thigh. You start to feel nervous but tingly. ‘I’m thinking about how good you would taste’ he whispers into your ear. You freeze unknowing what to do, Hoppers hand moving its way up higher to the inside on your thigh. He continued to talk, ‘you see Y/N. Ever since you moved in here I can’t get you out of my head.’ - you feel his finger circling the inside of your thigh - ‘you are intoxicating. I need to know what you feel like on my skin. How you’d taste in my lips. I know you look at me too. Like earlier in the shower? I was thinking about you then, the thought of you bouncing on my cock. God it made me so hard.’ You flinch as you feel his hand on your clothed pussy. Your eyes are still on the movie, you daren’t look at Hopper no matter how much you want to you just can’t. ‘Do you want that Y/N?’ He whispers causing shivers to run through out your body. You give a small nod. ‘No baby girl, I need you to use your words’ he says as he starts slowly kissing down your neck. You moan at his kisses. ‘Yes’ you whimper.

The kisses are you neck continue, he gives it a little bite and then suck. You rub your fingers through his hair as he continues. His hand reaching under your short waistband moving to your bare pussy. You jolt as your feel his big fingers move your wetness up and down. ‘Fuck Y/N, so fucking wet’ he moans in your neck. His fingers quickly find your clit as he starts making slow circular movements, agonisingly slow. You buck your hips up wanted no needing more. ‘Patience sweetheart, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you’ Hopper says kissing his way down your shoulder. You feel his finger making its way to your aching hole as quick as that he pushes it right in causing you to let out a loud moan. His finger gives you pleasure you’ve not been able to feel for a long time. He curls it up and reaches a whole new place. His thumb rubbing your clit side to side making you squirm under his touch. ‘Fuck Hopper!’ You moan as you feel another finger being added. His free hand lifts up your top revealing your bare chest. ‘Beautiful’ Hopper mutters before attaching his lips around your already hardened nipple and sucking it. Your a moaning mess as his speed picks up, his thumb being magical on your clit and him adding another finger filling up your needy pussy. You feel yourself being close as you clench around him. ‘Oh baby cum for me, cum on my fingers’ Hopper says before returning to your nipple to circle his tongue around it. As if his words were magic you came all over his fingers. He slows down as he works his way through the end of your orgasm. Your breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. But Hopper has other ideas.

He pulls out his fingers from your now tightened hole, lifting them up into his mouth. Cleaning them all up, you watch as you are in a trance. ‘Fuck baby, you taste incredible’ he says popping his fingers out your mouth. Before you respond you are quickly pulled by your ankles. Hopper kneels on the floor and throws your legs over his shoulders. Pulling off your shorts so he can have a proper look of your glorious pussy. ‘Fuck Y/N. You sure do have a pretty pussy.’ He says moving his head closer towards it. You don’t say anything, any words fail to come out of your mouth as you watch him. Hoppers tongue meets your wet pussy. Giving it a long kick from the bottom to the top. You moan at the feeling, you still sensitive from cumming a minute ago. He looks up at you as he licks again. ‘Shit Hopper!’ You moan, your hand reaching for his hair. He dives straight back in. His tongue licking you up and down, gathering your left over cum. Long licks all over, he doesn’t miss a place. You feel his tongue make contact with you pussy hole, he’s putting it in and out. ‘Daddy!’ you moan. Hearing you call him that makes him moan into your pussy, causing more sensation for you. He laps up your juices licking them all around. You feel him shift you up higher. Your ass in his face. Spreading your ass cheeks apart and sticking his tongue directing in the whole. You buck your hips at the new feeling. No one had touched your asshole before and you liked it. As Hopper eats your ass you feel his thick fingers making their way back to your pussy. Just like before he slams two fingers in and pumps them in and out. Your a moaning mess as you are experiencing so many feelings. What sends you over the edge is when he pushes your knees all the way back to meet your shoulders. ‘Hold them up’ he commands, you do as he says. His mouth latching into your clit again moustache ticking you, his two fingers fucking your pussy hole and his pinky in your asshole. It feels fucking amazing. Your legs start to burn from keeping them up but you don’t care. ‘S-so close daddy!’ You moan looking down at him. ‘Cum again baby. Cum for daddy’ Hopper moans around your clit. The feeling comes back only stronger. Your holes clench around as you cum over his fingers, ‘fuck fuck fuck!’ You scream. He doesn’t stop though and you feel a different kind of feeling. He’s still sucking on your clit when a liquid comes out of you. ‘Daddy daddy daddy!’ You moan as you explode. His fingers slow as does his tongue. He kicks up your juices and detaches himself off you. Out of breath from those orgasms, you slowly look down to see Hopper soaking wet. ‘Well fuck baby’ he says starring at you hypnotised by what you’ve just done. You take your hands off your legs to cover your face, you feel embarrassed but Hopper holds them in his. ‘That was amazing baby. You are fucking amazing.’ He says bringing you in for your first kiss. He’s soaked in your juices but you don’t care as you kiss him back. ‘Your turn daddy’ you say pulling away ready to pounce on him. He looks at you and chuckles. ‘I already did baby. You fucking made me cum in my pants’ he says pointing to them. You look down and see the wet patch running down. You can’t help feeling a little proud. You look up to him and say with a cheeky smile, ‘well maybe in a little bit? I need to taste you daddy’

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[tastefulstars]

Gimme Love

You’re fed up with being ignored so you decide to make Hopper notice you.

jim hopper x f!reader

a/n: i would like to be pinned down by this bear of a man pls warnings: 18+ only mdni. unprotected sex. wall sex. semi-public sex. lmk if any missed. not proof read w/c: 1.7k

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A mix of emotions were flurrying through your body. Shame, giddiness, embarrassment, desire.

Hopper held your bicep, his large hand wrapping easily around your flesh, as he leads you into his office.

"Sit" He says, gruff and low and you comply as you hear the soft closing of the door, the click of the lock.

Your heart races as you watch Hopper slowly walk around you to lean against his desk, close to you. You dart your eyes up and quickly look away when you see him watching you intently.

"You wanna explain why I've had to bring you in four times this week?" He sighs.

Embarrassment wells up inside your throat and burns your eyes, you feel your face flush and you refuse to look him in the eye.

"What's going on?" Hopper's shifting, leaning closer to you and trying to catch your gaze.

"It's stupid!" You mutter, hanging your head.

"Tell me"

"You wouldn't pay attention to me! No matter how hard I tried and I tried! Brought you coffee and dinner and helped out any way I could, hell I even offered to listen to you vent about dumb-ass kids"

You bury your face in your hands, the overwhelming need to disappear creeping up your spine.

"But I get it, okay? I'll stop bothering you"

Your voice is muffled by your palms and you take a deep shuddering breath. You risk a glance at Hopper's face and wish you hadn't, he's got a carefully composed blank look and your heart hurts.

"I'll go" You mutter, "Don't worry - I'll leave you alone"

You stand, head bowed letting you hide behind your hair as you make your hasty exit. Your fingers are brushing the handle when Hopper says your name and you hesitate, long enough for Hopper to move beside you.

He wraps his fingers around your wrist, pulling your hand away from the door while his other hand reaches for your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

You want to pull away, to hide. You know your eyes are teary and wide, your cheeks red and splotchy. You don't want to have to keep delaying the inevitable rejection. Hopper furrows his brow, warm hands holding you.

"I- I'm, you-" He sighs deeply, "Darlin' you deserve better than me"

Your face crumples in confusion and you let out a 'what?', Hopper sighs again and looks resigned.

"I mean it, you- you should find someone young and happy. Someone better than some washed up, angry bastard like me"

"I guess it's a good thing you don't get to make that choice for me." Anger fizzles in your veins. You jerk your head away from his touch as your lip curls back, you forget about your previous shame.

"You've been ignoring me because you think you could just decide what's best for me? What, you think you could just keep pretending I don't exist and I'd get fed up and move on? That's so fuckin' dumb, Hop"

Hopper lets out a soft huff, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, shoulda known you would be stubborn about it"

"So fucking dumb!"

You reach up and pinch his cheek with an annoyed groan, he jerks away from you.

"I like you, you big dumb oaf" You hiss, "I don't give a shit about the past - I care about what you do now, who you choose to be now"

You step forward as you speak, getting into Hopper’s space and looking up at him with wide eyes.

“And I think you like me too” You whisper and your insides flutter softly as you watch Hopper have an internal battle with himself before his whole body drops, relaxing. He shifts, bringing his hands to rest on your hips, pulling you close to him. He leans his head down, resting his forehead against yours.

“I do” His warm breath brushes over your lips.

You let out a soft noise and brush your palms up his chest, over his shoulders and you grip onto his neck, the back of his head and pull. You press your lips against his and oh, it’s everything you imagined.

His lips are firm and warm against yours, soft and innocent as he wraps his arms around you and holds you so impossibly close to him. You don’t want soft or innocent so you nip at his lower lip, licking your way into his mouth.

He groans and turns, pressing you into the wall as he locks his lips against yours. The kiss turns filthy and desperate quickly.

You pull away from him, tipping your head back against the wall and gasping for air. Hopper just plants open mouthed, messy kisses against your throat as you pant.

You fist at his collar and tug, pulling him back into a heated kiss.

“You’re so fucking hot” You whine against his mouth, want coursing through you and you shift until you have a thigh either side of his and you can push your core against his thigh while pressing into his crotch.

You’re trapped between him and the wall and you shudder as you feel him lean into further, pressing more of his bulk against you. You paw at each other, trying to feel as much as you can without actually moving, without breaking the kiss. 

You feel him growing hard against your thigh and you moan softly, pressing yourself harder against him and rocking your hips.

“Fuck, darlin’- if you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you against the wall” He groans and you whimper, eyes fluttering shut.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

His voice is low and rough and his hands are tugging at your shirt, slipping underneath and brushing against your soft skin. It’s all you can do to desperately nod your head, eyes blown out with lust and mind empty.

“You better be fuckin’ quiet” He growls and starts to yank at your pants, pulling them down just far enough before he unzips his own.

Your mouth waters as he pulls his cock out, licking your lips and knowing you were going to feel him tomorrow. His hands go to the backs of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and pinning you against the wall. 

You wrap yourself around him and try to press your hips down, to feel his cock against you. He grunts and shifts you, holding you up with one hand and the bulk of his chest. Hopper tugs at the collar of your shirt and bites down on your collar bone, your cunt clenches around nothing and you’re aching, the need to be filled becoming too much.

“Please” You whisper, he bites your skin a second time before lifting his head and looking you in the eyes.

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me”

He holds your gaze as he pulls your undies to the side and presses his cock into you. Your brows pinch together and your mouth drops open at the stretching burn as he fills you, you quickly press your hand against your mouth to muffle your moans and whimpers.

“That’s a good girl” He murmurs, rocking gently into you until he’s fully buried inside you.

He gives you a moment. You pant as you adjust to him, tears welling in your eyes and you groan softly, muttering about his huge, dumb cock.

“If you’re able to bitch about my cock Darlin’-” He whispers in your ear, pulling out until just the head of his dick rested inside you, “You’re able to be fucked”

He slams back into you and it takes every ounce of your self-control to not let out a loud moan. You clench your teeth together and breathe harshly through your nose, drowning in the pleasure zinging through your body.

You feel more than you hear Hopper’s quiet grunts, the vibrations traveling through your chest and you cling to him, taking everything he gives you.

“Good girl” He presses into your neck, “My good girl”

You’re sure you were going to split your lip with how hard you were biting down on it. He thrusts into you hard and fast, the rough cotton of his shirt rubs against your clit. Your combined harsh breathing, soft moans and the obscene squelch of your cunt fills the room.

“So tight. So fuckin’ tight and wet”

You shudder, you weren’t going to last much longer and you could only manage a quiet whine in warning.

“That’s it” He breathes against your cheek, “Can feel it, you’re close. Come on, Darlin’, that’s it”

You tense, squeezing down on Hopper’s cock and you shake. White hot fire burns behind your eyes and explodes under your skin. You feel electric, like a live wire. Hopper grunts and fucks into you wildly, hips stuttering as he reaches his own peak and spills inside you.

He presses his forehead against yours and you both cling to each other as you pant, basking in your highs.

Wordlessly, the two of you begin to clean yourselves. Hopper pulls out of you, making you whine and he carefully places you down. You feel slick mess dripping down your thighs and you sigh, slipping your shoes and pants off completely and you use your undies as a rag to clean yourself up.

You feel Hopper’s gaze on you as you slide your pants and shoes back on, you lean heavily on the wall behind you and hold your hand out to him.

“Come here”

You grab hold of him once he’s close, you cup his cheek and press a kiss against his lips while you slip your dirty undies into his pocket.

“Are you going to go back to ignoring me now?” You whisper, fear creeping its way into your voice. He grips you tight.

“No, Darlin’“ He peppers kisses over your face, “I’m not”

“Good, I really really don’t want to have to commit more petty crimes”

He laughs and strokes your cheek softly, pressing another kiss against your lips.

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[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Jim Hopper x reader • Hopper has been your dad’s best friend for years. He always thought you were a nice, if not slightly awkward, kid. But when you return home to Hawkins during a break from college, Hopper is immediately smitten with the young woman you’ve become. He indulges his infatuation with you in the only way he can. Hopper lets his mind run wild with a fantasy that’s become familiar to him, even though his feelings for you leave him racked with guilt. And maybe that’s where the story would end for Hopper, alone and burning up in a desire he would never be set free from… But when you came home to Hawkins, you brought with you a knowledge, a craft, that a practical man like Hopper would never give credence to, until it captures him wholly, body-mind-and spirit…

Quiet moments like this were the most difficult for Hopper. When he wasn’t physically kept busy with his job, he was mentally kept busy by his conscience. Guilt tended to creep up on him most acutely in the moments he should have been able to rest, especially the early hours of morning. While Hopper believed mornings should be spent with warm coffee and personal introspection, he found it impossible to practice what he preached.

In fact, Hopper’s hypocrisy extended to more than one area in his life. While the town of Hawkins assumed their Chief of Police was, for the most part, an upstanding and honorable man, he harbored an uncomfortable secret that burned in the back of his heart: Jim Hopper was in love with his best friend’s daughter…

If only you’d never come back to Hawkins, Hopper told himself, he wouldn’t be caught in this moral storm. If you’d stayed away at college, Hopper never would have given you a second thought, except for when your dad mentioned you. His only memory of you would have remained the one Hopper had always had, of you as a skinny, polite-but-awkward kid.

The current image of you in Hopper’s mind was vastly different. You were all grown up now, the clumsiness of your youth replaced with a woman’s elegance. A gentle, refined softness had replaced all your rough edges, the gangly limbs of your teen years now shaped into the graceful form of a young woman. A beautiful woman, Hopper realized, who had him completely wrapped around your finger…

The day began as a regular Monday morning for Hopper, complete with the weight of guilt on his conscience. He stared up at the ceiling from bed and had a cigarette, his free hand moving beneath the blanket covering him, lazily massaging his cock. Hopper had always taken care of his morning wood, usually as his first activity of every day. But what now darkened his behavior and made it feel wrong, was the fact that Hopper couldn’t touch himself without thinking of you…

He tried to imagine someone else…anyone else. Hopper’s usual mental reference for masturbation was Bo Derek, an actress he’d had a crush on for years. The recurring fantasy Hopper had entertained for so long now felt stale in comparison to his thoughts of you…You, with your pretty, bright eyes flashing wide up at Hopper, a blush blooming on your cheeks as you realize he’s standing in the doorway of your room…as you realize he’s been standing there, watching you undress, for minutes now. And you’re covering yourself with the first item of clothing you could grab, a thin t-shirt, clutching it over your breasts in an attempt to hide your nakedness...

…But the shirt’s fabric is too sheer to provide any true coverage, any real protection from Hopper’s penetrating, wolfish stare. He steps inside your room, closing the door behind him, and presses in the lock with his thumb…

In the privacy of his bed, Hopper’s hand moved with more direction beneath the sheet, his grip around his cock tensing. As usual, he’d give in to the temptation that plagued him daily: he was going to come to the fantasy of you.

In Hopper’s mind, there were no moral obstacles in his way, no societal expectations from anyone preventing him from having you. He could fuck your face, your tits, your cunt, your ass, and come anywhere on and in you that he pleased. No one was there to stop him in the safe enclosure of his fantasy. And Hopper allowed himself to indulge.

“…Chief?” your wide eyes darted over his face. “W-what are you doing here?”

Hopper’s hand left the doorknob, moving to his shirt collar. “I think you and I already know the answer to that question, (y/n),” he said, his voice low, husky. You took a step back as you watched Hopper loosen the first few buttons of his shirt, your grip on the fabric covering you faltering slightly.

“How long were you standing there?” you asked tentatively. “Watching me?”

Hopper smirked as he undid the last button on his shirt. “Long enough to know that everything I’ve imagined about your body is right,” he replied, moving closer. “You’re fucking beautiful, (y/n)…Has anyone ever told you that?”

Your eyes drifted over Hopper’s exposed chest and down his stomach, watching as he unbuckled his belt. You nodded confidently, feeling less embarrassed. “Plenty of guys have told me I’m beautiful,” you replied, your voice a little sharper than you intended. You allowed the t-shirt over your chest to slip a little further down, revealing your nipples. “I’m twenty-one years old, Chief Hopper. Of course I date.” You smirked back at him now. “Lots of guys have fucked me.”

“Mm-hmm,” Hopper chuckled to himself, pulling his belt from his jeans. “I’m sure they have. And all these guys-,” He emphasized the word. “-any of them actually make you come?”

Your cheeks heated again, going pink. “I…uh-,” you stammered, as Hopper tossed his belt to your bedroom floor. “Any of these boys...” His hand moved to his cock, palming the bulge tenting his jeans. “…Make you feel like a man could make you feel…?”

Your chest dipped, your breath quickening as Hopper closed the space between your bodies. “…Like I could make you feel?” he continued, his dark blue eyes probing yours. Hopper was standing right in front of you now, mere inches separating your bodies. His hands moved to cover yours, gently removing them (and the t-shirt) from your breasts.

Your lips parted in an expression of both surprise and desire. Hopper cupped your cheek warmly in his palm, gliding his fingertips lightly along your chin. Your eyes fell closed in blissful surrender as Hopper touched you, the last of your defenses evaporating…

Hopper groaned as he fisted his cock, the muscles in his stomach tense. He knew he needed to hurry his fantasy along, or risk arriving even later at the station than he usually did Monday mornings. Hopper had already overslept and still had to shower, shave, and grab something quick to eat before heading into the station. So in his mind, Hopper fast-forwarded a bit to the part of his fantasy he liked best…the part where you begged…

…Hopper’s cock punched deep, sloppy thrusts inside you, rocking your bed frame, knocking off several plushies as he split you in half. One of his hands was wrapped in your hair, pulling your head back, your lips parted in a moan of ecstasy as he fucked places inside you no other man had reached.

“Come on, honey,” Hopper murmured down at you, his voice thick with exertion. “Go ahead and let go; I’ve got you sweetheart, just let it go…”

You whimpered beneath him, bucking under the weight of Hopper’s body. “Chief-,” you started, but Hopper cut you off, his words punctuated by each thrust of his hips. “That’s not my name, honey,” he gently insisted. “Go on-say my name-I know you know it-.”

“-Jim,” you panted against his shoulder. “Jim please, please Jim, please come inside me-.”

Hopper’s cock twitched at your request, at hearing you whimper his name. His balls were tight, aching for relief. Hopper’s eyebrows met, his forehead creased as he strained to withhold his climax just a little longer…

“Say it again,” he growled beside your ear, but your reply was lost in a groan. “Hey!” Hopper said forcefully, taking hold of your chin and holding it firmly. Your lips parted, and he spat between them. “Say my name if you want my cum,” Hopper ordered. “Say-,” *thrust* “My-,” *thrust* “Name...”

You came undone beneath Hopper, his name spilling out from between your lips like a prayer as he spilled his release inside you…

Hopper’s cock pulsed in his fist, his stomach clenching as a thick, creamy load of cum gushed from his tip. He cursed as his semen made a mess all over the bed; Hopper would have to wash the sheets later, or else sleep in his own cum that night. He reached for a fresh cigarette and stared up at the ceiling while exhaling thin clouds of smoke in its direction.

Hopper wondered how much longer he could go on like this? His ability to resist fantasizing about you was virtually non existent. Eventually, he’d have to either figure out a way to let go of his lust for you, or tell you how he felt. And Hopper knew the second option really wasn’t an option at all. There’s no way in hell you’d actually be attracted to him, Hopper thought. He was the same age as your dad, and that alone had to be a major turn-off for you. The likelihood of you ever viewing him as anything besides a contemporary of your dad’s was slim to none. And the last thing Hopper wanted to be, for you, was a father figure…

He swung his legs over the bed, and forced himself to the shower. Hopper knew that revealing his sick secret would destroy his friendship with your dad. He didn’t want that. And maybe more than anything, Hopper didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He chuckled darkly to himself as he stood in the shower, letting the water run over him. A sweet, pretty young woman like you would never guess she was the subject of a perverted cop’s fantasies. Not with all the men who probably pursued you at college, men twenty years younger than Hopper. At best, you likely viewed him as a nice older man, someone you could trust just like you could trust your dad.

Hopper shook his head, gazing down at the shower drain. How wrong you were, he thought to himself. Because there was nothing about Hopper that was trustworthy, when it came to his true feelings for you. He was a hypocrite, a liar, and a convincing one. For now, he would go on spending time with your dad, at your home, pretending like everything was okay. And one day, when you returned to college, maybe Hopper would be free of your spell…

✨ one week earlier ✨

It was a peaceful Monday morning for you. Home from college on Summer break, waking up in your childhood bedroom filled you with a rush of nostalgia you hadn’t experienced in a long time. Sunlight feathered through your curtains and across your bed. You stretched your legs and arms, and let your thoughts drift to the evening before.

Jim Hopper had stopped by to visit your dad last night and watch a football game together. You hadn’t seen Hopper in over two years. To be honest, you’d forgotten about your old crush on the town’s chief of police, letting it fade to the back of your mind as college life became your main focus. Traveling away from home to the big city of Indianapolis, Indiana, was a life-changing experience. You’d never been that far from Hawkins before, and while a few familiar faces from home were there as well, it still felt like the small town you loved was a whole world away.

Over time, you’d forgotten about Chief Hopper and the silly little crush you’d had on him when you were younger. But when he showed up at your house last night, your feelings for him were…brand new. Now, you were an adult, and nothing about your previous crush was present in the feelings you had watching your dad’s friend enter your home. Viewing Hopper through the eyes of a woman, your perception of him was completely different.

You’d been with a man before, a man your age. It had only happened once, and it was terrible. You regretted losing your virginity to someone who obviously had no idea what he was doing, let alone what he was supposed to be doing to you. Part of you wondered what a man like Jim Hopper, a man with decades of experience fucking women, could do to you? The Chief’s love life had always been a popular topic of gossip around town. Rumor had it that Hopper was quite promiscuous, and had developed a reputation as a womanizer in his younger days. A man like that, who you just so happened to be insanely attracted to, could probably show you what sex was supposed to be like. What a real, rough fuck was like, the kind of fucking you fantasized about, the kind of thoughts you touched yourself to…

You sifted through the pages of a well-worn notebook. In its contents were various notes on divination, the phases of the moon, a record and analysis of your dreams, the magickal correspondences of crystals, colors, and more. But by far, the most important content in your notebook were the spells you’d written. Some had worked, some had failed, and there were some you had written but not yet used. One of these un-cast spells was the love spell you’d written. Admittedly, it was less of a love spell and more of a lust spell, but…regardless, you hadn’t yet found the right person to use as inspiration when the spell was cast. You’d never desired anyone enough to make an attempt at bending the Universe’s will to influence your love life, but…seeing Jim Hopper again had stirred something powerful inside you.

Gathering your supplies, you prepared yourself mentally and physically to carry out the spell. You opened your bedroom window and let the sun sink its fingers beneath your skin, absorbing its masculine energy. Performing the spell by moonlight would have been useful in securing a lover whose energy was feminine. But the object of your desire was absolutely dripping with a masculinity so potent, you didn’t think you’d ever been near a man who exuded such powerful masculine energy.

After completing the spell, you trusted that the only thing left to do was wait. You climbed back into the familiar warmth of your bed, feeling a bit sleepy, but with a thrumming ache between your thighs that just couldn’t be ignored. Slipping a hand beneath your panties, you imagined it was Jim Hopper’s hand instead. Believing in your personal power, you trusted that the Universe was working with you. It may take a week, or ten days, or fourteen; but you would have Jim Hopper. If he didn’t want you already, he would, and badly. He would soon be craving you, not just desiring you, but burning alive inside with the need to possess you. Closing your eyes, you began to rub soft circles over your clit, building the pressure until it broke in waves, and Jim Hopper’s name was spilling from your lips in panted, grateful whispers… ✨

PART TWO

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[ashwhowrites]

A story request where hopper is your dad's best friend and you definitely should not be attracted to him and the same goes with him, he should definitely not be attracted to you because of your big age gap but at the end they don’t care about what people would say about them and they start being together after days of teasing. Thank you in advance🫶🏻

I love me some Hopper and an age gap fic. I hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it <3

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Dad's best friend

Jim Hopper, many know him as the chief of police, some know him as El's dad, but Y/N knew him as the man in her wet dreams. The man she has been attracted to since she met him at sixteen, and she knew how wrong it was. She was too young for him and he was her best friend's dad. But she was a young girl and it was a tiny crush, she'd be over it in no time.

Now, she was twenty-one and still crushing on Jim Hopper, even worse than before. She always found him attractive, but now he was fit, lean, and even more handsome than before. She felt like she could barely control herself when she was near him. All she thought about was him bending her over and screaming his name for hours. She wanted him to cuff her to the bed and ruin her for hours. His deep voice growled in her ear as he emptied himself inside of her.

But that would never happen, because it was wrong. Yet, she found herself flirting with him whenever she could. She loved the pissed-off look on his face, but the hungry look in his eyes. He wanted her too.

Liking a girl that was many years younger than him was something Hopper struggled with for years. His best friend's daughter Y/N has been prancing around him since the second she was eighteen.

He knew it was so wrong to be attracted to her, but he couldn't help it. He tried to brush off her advances toward him. Ignoring her flirtatious looks and the lust in her eyes. He had to fight himself every day not to take her right where she stood and ruin her.

~~~

On her twenty-second birthday, she was out of patience. She didn't care what people thought of them or how much her date would hate it. She just needed to have him, even if it was just one time.

She knocked on his door, praying El wasn't home. Hopper opened the door and he didn't look surprised to see her there.

"Is El home?" She asked, he looked at her confused and shook his head no.

"Good." She said, then threw her arms over his shoulders and smashed her lips on his. She tried not to think, just focusing on the feeling of his lips and his beard scratching her skin.

Hopper wanted to pull away, he knew he should have pulled away, but he found himself grabbing the back of her thighs, lifting her, and slamming her against the wall. He closed the door with his foot, smashing his lips against hers. His big hands held her thighs as she locked her ankles around him.

His tongue pushed into her mouth and she moaned at the taste of him. The mixture of beer and cigarettes was the best thing she's ever tasted. Her hands moved up to his shaved head and clawed down his neck. She rolled her hips against him, loving the deep grunt that left his throat.

They knew they'd have to hear about the town hating their relationship, and that many wouldn't accept it. But they didn't care, she wanted to be with him and he wanted to be with her.

~~~

After a few months of being together, they knew they made the right choice. El loved their relationship and loved having Y/N around. Y/N was young enough to enjoy the same things with El and Hopper loved watching them connect.

The town had negative things to say about her and things to say about him being the chief. But he focused on the laughs and smiles that were shared at the dinner table. He loved cleaning up the kitchen as Y/n sang quietly. He loved sneaking under the covers when El went to bed.

Hopper had the small family he's been looking for.

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[lostaurorax]

happy screams

pairing | jim hopper x fem!reader

warnings | sex,mentions of sex & moaning

summary | after eleven overhears you and hopper having some spicy time she preaches her concerns to her friends convinced you’re being hurt which is far from the truth..

a/n | hi my loves! this is my first time writing for hopper or anyone from stranger things :) so i hope this is good and y’all enjoy it!! honestly i’m not very found of this after rereading it multiple times i’ve started to hate it and decided to just post it to get it out of my drafts! please let me know what you think!! my requests for stranger things are currently open 😁😁 i love you!!!

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“fuck hop right there omg” you screamed in pleasure as hopper smirked between your legs

“hop i-i’m close..” you moaned your hand flying to his hair

“hold it for me, baby,” he said taking a minute to come up for air

“I don’t think I can f-fuck” you breathlessly said as he went back to eating you out

“Just for a second..” he said muffled by your thighs

“god hop I'm gonna cum please!” you begged back arching off of the sheets

“Okay honey you can let go..” he said as you screamed out in pleasure

“fuck that was amazing…woah,” you said as you looked down and realized the bed sheets beneath you and hoppers beard was soaking wet

“that was fucking hot..” he said connecting your lips with his

“is that why you wanted me to hold it?” you said smirking up at him

“yup!” he said as he started kissing you again eventually getting up to shower and change the sheets before you went to bed

the next morning you woke up feeling for hopper and soon realized the bed was empty. as soon as you smelt coffee brewing and bacon you knew why his spot was vacant.

“morning!” you said walking into the kitchen in one of hoppers old t-shirts and a pair of loose-fitting plaid shorts

“morning sunshine! how’d you sleep?” he said back still turned towards the stove

“mm so good thanks to you..” you said hugging him from behind as he turned around to kiss you but it didn’t last long before a loud yawn was heard behind you.

“mornin..” el said groggily stepping into the kitchen

“morning honey! i thought you were sleeping over at maxs last night?” you said as you kissed the top of her head brushing her curls out of her face

“yes but her mom forgot about a party they had so she dropped me off last night,” she explained

“huh we must’ve not heard you come in..” hopper said walking over with a plate of ego’s, eggs, and bacon hoping el hadn’t overheard the both of you last night

“yeah i was tired and just went to bed,” she said as she placed the food on her plate and started to eat

“oh okay hun! so any plans for today?” you said across from her as you sipped your coffee

“um i think everyone’s hanging out at mikes if that’s okay?” el said looking between you and hop for approval

“of course! we’ll pick you up at 5 then head to dinner.” hopper said taking a bite of his eggs

“okay.” el said as she bit into one of her egos

“hey guys..” eleven said as everyone was sat around in mikes basement talking

“yeah el?” mike said

“i think hopper might’ve hurt y/n..” el said concern on her face

“wait what? what do you mean?” steve said sitting on the edge of his seat by dustin

“well i got dropped off early last night and I heard y/n making noises..” el explained

“what kind of noises?” max said slightly concerned

“um they were like ‘yesss’ and ‘i’m so close hop’ and i think she said ‘fuck dadd-”

“OH MY GOD?!?!” they all exclaimed

“what was he hurting her??” eleven said in shock and terrified for y/n

“no no he’s not hurting her at all! he’s um shit i don’t know how to explain this uh..” steve said looking to max for help

“it’s like happy screams el he’s making her feel good that’s all..” max said trying her best to define what moaning was

“oh okay..happy screams,” she said registering the new phrase

“jesus i wish i was you el..” steve said immediately earring a slap from dustin and lucas on his sides and glades from everyone but el

“dude shut up!” mike said disgustedly

“what?! y/n’s hot…shes only a few years older than me, i dont know why she's with him and not me!” he said with a smirk laying back in his seat with his arms behind his head

later that night at dinner you had asked el how her day was

“it was good!” she said taking a sip from her drink

“learn anything new or exciting?” hopper said always trying to get her to learn new words and phrases

“i learned happy screams!” she said with a smile on her face

“happy screams? what in the world are those..” you said curiously wondering where she had learned that from

“it’s what you were doing yesterday! after i got home.” el said causing you to choke on your drink and hopper to spit his out

“what?!” hopper said in shock

“honey i thought you said you went to bed right away?” you said trying to hide your slight embarrassment knowing your daughter had heard you moaning last night

“yes but you were loud it kept me up.” el said acting completely normal whereas you and jim were freaking out

“oh my god okay who told you what happy screams were thought?” hopper asked trying to calm down

“max and steve did. steve said that dad was very lucky because mom is hot or something…” el said nonchalantly

“oh my god.” you said rolling your eyes

“ i swear i’m gonna kill that kid.” hopper said taking a sip from his glass

“we’ll next time you come home early come find us okay?” you said trying to make sure this didn’t happen again

“yes but knock before you come in okay honey?” hopper added

“okay!” el said as she smiled

you and jim just turned to look at each other and laughed.

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[stvolanis]

me trying to find more Billy Hargrove, Jim Hopper, and Elvis Presley smut with plot fics but I’ve already read half of them👎👎

PLEASE GIVE ME RECOMMENDATIONS IM SO TREMENDOUSLY DOWN BAD HOLY SHIT.

(also I’ve been having writers block for over a month now I’m sorry guys I miss y’all)

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[darlingsfandom]

You’re a rookie cop on a job with hop. You’re quiet but he catches you peeking at him every now and then. It’s especially hot watching him use his gun

"Ya alright kid?" Hopper asked as he drove the car around town.

"Yeah yeah just taking it all in." You shrugged a little bit. Being the new cop of the force was never easy and being a female cop in a small town wasn't the best, but it was a job none the less. Jim nodded along with you as he approached the stop sign

"You can talk you know... or else it's going to be harder than it already is." He looked over at you and all the blood rushed to your face. Jim noticed how quickly you looked away, rubbed your neck and faked a cough to help break the tension. Jim pulled over and your furrowed your eyebrows.

"Why? What are you doing?" You grabbed your seatbelt and watched as he shut the car off.

"Let's cut through the shit now... do you want to fuck me or not?" You gasped at his boldness.

"I... why... why are you asking me that?"

"Don't be dumb with me. We've been hip to hip since you started three weeks ago. You act so quiet but I know how you're looking at me. How you linger around me, how you squeeze your thighs when I touch you in ways that you shouldn't even be squeezing them... although I must admit that your thighs do look delicious in those pants, so point is... do you want to fuck?" Jim pushed your hair back from your eyes and cupped your cheek.

"Does that make me a bad person?" You asked quietly and Jim let out a chuckle before he unbuckled your seat belt. He helped you into the back of the squad car. You sat on his lap as he pressed his lips into yours. His lips were soft and tasted like smoke as his tongue slipped inside of your mouth. Your hands trailed down his shirt while your hips moved against his lap. Jim kissed down your neck as he unbuttoned your top and his eyes went huge.

"White bra huh? Acting all innocent huh?" His lips attached to the exposed skin of your breasts while his fingers undid your bra and he pulled it down your arms. "Shit... look at your big tits baby! Knew they were big but damn." Jim wrapped his lips around your nipple while he played with the other. Your fingers ran through his hair as you pushed your breasts further into his face. Jim groaned into them and bit down on the flesh before he helped you get your pants off.

"Knew you weren't so innocent honey.... got a fucking wet patch on my pants from your needy cunt already." You looked down to see the fact that you did leave a patch . Jim unbuckled his pants quickly .

"Oh Hopper! You're a big boy!" Your eyelashes fluttered as Jim grabbed his cock and angled you onto his cock. "Fuck! Jim!" You held his shoulders as he held your hips and slowly started fucking up into you. Jim started slowly to let you adjust to his size. Once you were use to it, Jim didn't hold back.

"Oh god oh god ! Oh my god!" You cried out loudly as your hands ran over Jim's chest before running them through his hair and pulling on it. His balls were smacking against you making the sounds echo loudly. You were a whimpering mess and Jim was in heaven as he fucked you faster.

"That's a good girl! Taking my fucking cock! Knew you wanted it!"

"Yes yes yes!! Always wanted your cock!" You threw your head back and Jim attached his mouth back onto your nipples. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your thighs started shaking . "HOPPER!" You cried out as you creamed against his cock which made him cum inside of you with a loud groan. The windows were fogged up and the car smelled of sex. You sat on Jim's lap for a minute as he rubbed your cheek slowly before pulling you down to give you a soft kiss.

"I'm going to have to keep you as my partner from now on." He kissed your head and helped you clean up before the two of you got presentable again to act like he didn't just fuck you senseless .

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[queenbloody]

Hawkins Boys Kinks

WARNING: Content for +18!

Minors DNI!!

NSFW!!!

Jim Hopper:

Size kink: Come on, have you seen that the women he dates are smaller than him, coincidence? I do not think so! This man loves his petite women (For my tall girls, just imagine that Hopper is much taller than you, by the way, you are very beautiful, complete amazons).

Thigh jobs: Babe, he's a busy man, but that doesn't mean he ignored your desire for satisfaction, so every time you seek him out because you failed to climax on your own, he makes you sit on his thick thigh until you can cum all over him. stimulation, as well as he does his work, and everyone happy.

Daddy Kink: Surprise? Nope, Hopp is a man with a protective instinct, he loves to be a figure of authority, strength, dominance and protection (And that's absolute canon) so telling him Daddy, will get him going, he'll rear up completely, prepare to not be able to move during a good couple of days, but look on the bright side, Daddy will now take care of you 100%

Eddie Munson:

Overstimulation: It happens that Eddie gets excited easily, especially when he's eating you, so he ends up giving you more orgasms than planned and overstimulating you most of the time. He once managed to make you squirt, so now the overstimulation is on purpose. Sweet torture.

Cock Warming: When they smoke weed they both get incredibly horny, but very lazy, so they decided it was best if you warmed up Eddie's cock, they could both move whenever they wanted, but stay in their sleepy state. A delicious solution.

Sexual Roleplay: This is good, the dungeon master and his imprisoned princess, the faithful and brave knights lost the battle, so now they must be subjected to the torture of the big bad man consuming the purity of their pretty princess. Translation: The kids lost the campaign, you came to get Eddie from the club after it got really late and he concluded that the dress you were wearing was pure torture to his sanity, so he decided to fuck you on the board once all the members of Hellfire will leave. The end.

Steve Harrington:

Breeding Kink: Please, the boy wants 6 children, what other explanation do you need from me? He loves to cum inside, even though he knows you're on birth control, he's hoping to breed you, gorge you on his seed, make you round and soft with his babies. He loves to tell you how much he wants to keep you filled with his children while he keeps you in a mating press. He goes wild.

Praise Kink: He loves you too much to insult you in what is supposed to be an intimate moment of love, passion and trust, you are his pretty little bride-to-be, his angel, his good girl. The apple of he eye. He has a whole arsenal of praise for you, whether in or out of the bedroom. The poor boy kisses the ground you walk on. Love him back please.

Mommy Kink: This is because of his fixation on sucking your boobs, snuggling on your chest, and well, he let out a muffled “mommy” while you were riding him, he was embarrassed for a few days, but after talking it out calmly, we both they agree to explore this kink. Baby Steve is happy and horny.

Billy Hargrove:

Corruption: Precious, you are a sweetheart, a true ray of sunshine, and the very thought of Billy being the lucky bastard able that makes your pretty doe eyes sparkle with lust and unbridled passion, and being the possessor of your normally hidden virtuous body for tender and modest clothes, he has it hard in his narrows pants; it's a wet fantasy she plans to make come true. Angelito, better run away, because the devil wants to make you fall into temptation and sin.

Pregnancy Kink: Oh sweet baby, the devil got you and now there's nothing in the fucking world to make you leave him now or ever. But he knows you're too good for him, he's sligthly toxic and has abandonment problems, please he just wants the certainty that you won't leave him too, so what's better than putting a baby, his baby, in your womb? Will you leave it sweetheart? Will you let him make you his baby mama?

Dom/sub: I don't see much of a complication in the nature of your relationship with Billy in terms of this preference, he has always had dominant undertones so he was obviously attracted to someone with a soft and submissive nature to cushion his rough edges; you are the perfect opposite of him and you love to be dominated, his rude and possessive facet in the bedroom have led you to climaxes that you never dreamed of knowing. Also, once your relationship has gotten really deep, you get to know a side of Billy you never thought possible, in short: Aftercare King.

As always, pardon my crappy English.

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