Fucker brothers be like: "We made Will realize he doesn't need Mike's love because it's realistic"
Oh, so now you wanna be realistic with your little shit show? Now? At the very end? Fine, let's be realistic.
nancy would never be able to properly wield a military-level rifle, as the recoil would throw her to the ground;
A gay boy in the 80s wouldn't come out to a group of +15 people. Why is Will coming out to Kali?! To Mr. Clarke?! To creep-o murray?!
15 year olds aren't smarter than military troops and actual scientists;
Hopper wouldn't survive the explosion of Starcourt Mall in Season 3;
Monsters aren't real;
Neither are telephatic powers;
The kids' parents wouldn't let their kids spend all night away from home while their town is under military occupation—you don't actually expect me to believe Claudia, Sue, Charles, Karen, and Ted are all okay with their kids being away from home every night, do you?
Two teens and a kid wouldn't be able to infiltrate a USSR top-secret base;
Steve wouldn't be able to tackle a fully-trained soviet soldier;
Robin wouldn't know russian—it's the cold war, why would someone from the US, and someone from a tiny town in Indiana, on top of that, know Russian??
And even if she did, I doubt she would be able to decode a top-secret military code;
All of those kids/main characters would be charged for high treason for attacking US soldiers, and nancy (who somehow is totally fine with killing people now) would be sentenced to death, as Indiana has the death penalty;
Jonathan would either resent or deeply loathe Joyce for her neglecting him and her obvious favoritism of Will;
Vecna would have snapped Joyce's neck when she came running at him at MAC-Z. He just killed 40 people with ease, why would he spare Joyce?
Lucas wouldn't be strong enough to kick a Demodog—those creatures just tackled fully grown men, but a 16-year-old can beat them?
Ted and Karen would be dead due to bloodloss by the time an ambulance got to their home;
Karen wouldn't be able to walk with those injuries—it's been, what? Two days since the attack? Nah, she would be weak as hell;
Jonathan wouldn't waste his money buying a ring just to dump his girlfriend—who does that?!
Jonathan, a poor kid, wouldn't throw away his girlfriend's clothes;
Joyce would never be able to infiltrate a USSR top-secret prison, rescue Hopper, and get out.
But sure, let's be realistic and have the gay kid realize his feelings are unrequited after a day and move on. 👍🏻
summary: Plotless montage of Hopper f*cking your brains out everywhere and anywhere because he’s determined to make you his little MILF.
tags: impregnation & breeding, praise, implied age gap, daddy!, car sex, morning sex, rampant f*cking idk
word count: 1.4k
In the Evening
Hopper tossed you over the arm of the sofa, not bothering to let you undress. Not even bothering to put out his cigarette that continued to smoke in the ashtray. Your tight little skirt and ass were propped up for him to fuck as he pleased. He frantically undid his belt and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles.
His thick cock was already swollen and dripping with precum. The only thought in his mind was filling you again and again. Hopper reached up into your skirt and tugged at your baby pink cotton panties, which were thoroughly dampened.
“Just dripping wet for me, hmm?” His gravelly voice was low and brutally seductive.
Your tight pussy was lousy with natural juices, making you the perfect breeding whore Hopper needed right now. His rough fingers rubbed at your slit, teasing the stretching to come. You writhed your hips, impatient for his cock to enter.
“Please fill me up, Chief, please!”
He pulled his fingers away and pressed the tip of his cock against your begging hole. His hands adjusted your skirt and found their grip.
“Oh I’m going to breed this little pussy. Make you a young mama. Is that what you want?”
“Please, please fuck me however you want.”
Hopper stuffed his cock into your tight flesh. Your body clenched around his shaft, adjusting to the sudden intrusion. He wasted no time pushing himself as deep as he could, as fast and hard as he could. You squirmed and loudly whined into a scrunched up blanket on the couch. Hopper gripped tighter, his hands pressing your hip bones through your clothes.
“Fuck! Your pussy feels so tight. Take this cock until I’m finished with you, bitch.”
Helpless, all you could do is let him pound your body into submission. His cock beat at your tender cervix, making you writhe and moan for him louder. It felt like your hottest fantasy finally coming true. You were his submissive, breedable cocksleeve. Your entire body was flooded with the thought of being knocked up by him.
“Use my little hole—use me, use me Daddy, oh God use me—“ you pathetically begged.
Hopper’s groans were louder than usual. He was incredibly turned on by the primitive, instinctive urge to dump his hot seed into your womb.
“I’m going to put a baby in you, fuck— oh fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you.”
His thrusts were forceful, fast, and merciless. Your pussy was making a sticky mess all over his bush and thighs.
“Yes, Daddy, oh- oh- fill me up, don’t pull out.”
You felt Hopper’s body tense as he released an uncontrollable groan of pleasure. He held you tightly so that you couldn’t escape being bred. His cock pulsated and throbbed as he shot his cum into you. He softly thrusted in and out, absolutely drunk off the sight of himself leaking out of you. It was the perfect lube that he used to keep fucking you that evening.
During the Day
Hopper thought you had been such a seductive little brat when you met him for lunch. How could you tease him like this when he still had hours left in his shift? Before he let you drive home, Hopper took you for a ride in his Blazer. It was midday, and while most townsfolk were at work or school, he had to make sure you weren’t seen getting fucked like a slut by the Chief.
His erection pushed against his tight fitting khaki pants, aching to get inside of your fertile pussy instead. After parking, it wasn’t long until you were slipping onto his thick, veiny dick in the backseat. Hopper tossed your top and bra aside. He kissed on your breasts and played with them as you rode him.
“I can’t wait until your tits are just swollen with milk.”
“Might leak on you.” you smiled, stroking at his soft beard.
“God. You’re gonna be such a hot little mama.”
Hopper’s thickness pushed against your clit, adding to your pleasure. The truck probably looked like a bouncing mess from the exterior. You felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm. Wet and horny, excited by the thought of Hopper impregnating you.
“Good girl. Oh yes, baby.” Hopper praised as you ground into him, reaching your climax.
Cumming all over his dick was one of favorite sensations. You couldn’t help but scream and moan his name and other involuntary noises. His cock just felt so good.
“Don’t be so loud.” He ordered.
He took his hand and guided his thumb to your mouth. You started to suck his finger, still moaning as he continued thrusting into you. Louder, louder…
“Poor little slut, you can’t help yourself can you?”
He withdrew his thumb from your mouth and used his hand to forcefully cover your mouth. Your sexy noises were muffled. This only turned you on more.
“Everyone’s gonna see that you got fucked and bred by me anyway.”
You writhed, but he held you firmly in place. You were overstimulated by his big cock and bold words. His intense eyes were taking in the sight of you.
He fucked you harder now, taking control from underneath you.
“Good girl. Take it.”
Hopper himself couldn’t take it anymore. He bursted deep into your pussy. His hot ejaculate flooded you, adding to the sticky mess. Your hair was a mess and hips hurt, but you wanted to be pinned down and fucked some more.
He had to go home to change his pants before heading back to the station.
First Thing in the Morning
You and Hopper both slept late into the morning. Some teenagers vandalized the library downtown and the Chief was out late dealing with it. As morning sunlight bloomed on the wooden panels of the bedroom, you stirred awake. Your dreams had been filled with wet fantasies about the man sleeping next to you.
Already nude, you knew it would be easy to get Hopper turned on right away. You cuddled up next to his soft, warm body. His cock was rock hard in his tight boxers. You loved how stiff and big his cock became during naps or in the morning. Your hand rubbed against him.
Hopper stirred awake. He didn’t say a word, only nudging harder into your little hand with his pelvis.
“Good morning.” you whispered.
“Hey.”
“Jim, I’m just so so wet for you. I woke up needing to be bred.”
Hopper let you straddle him, kissing his plush lips as you rubbed your wet slit over his boxers. It wasn’t long before he pushed you off and onto your back. His heavy cock sprung out, and he pinned you down for more kisses.
You reached down and guided his cock to your entrance. It hurt a little as he pushed in, stretching your walls that had been sore from being used all week. Hopper wanted to be a bit more gentle this morning. He cared about you, after all. Wanted to knock you up with his children. He was so much taller than you, and your head rested more against his chest as he moved in you.
“Mmmh you feel so good.”
Your body relaxed around him. He slowly yet fervently stroked in and out of your pussy. His heavy body held you down into the mattress, shielding you from the chilly November air. Your legs wrapped around his hips, ensuring he wouldn’t pull out. What a slut, letting an older man impregnate you as he pleased.
“Daddy, fill me” you whimpered.
Hopper’s breathing got louder. His thrusts became more urgent. Morning romps normally drained him pretty fast.
“I’m going to cum—“
You clung onto him as he released his load deep into you. Even as he came down from his orgasm, his cock remained hard. Hopper kept pumping into you, picking up his pace now. Fucking you in his own sloppy seconds.
“Again, fill me again.”
Hopper was folding you in half now, your hips were getting tired from being held down like this. He readjusted himself so that he could make eye contact with you. His blue eyes locked with yours, and you felt more vulnerable than ever.
“I love you, baby”
“I love you”
You felt pleasure rush over your body from your head to your toes. Your legs trembled as you gushed around his cock. Hopper continued to look into your soul as he spurted yet another load of semen into your pussy. He kissed you and held you as his cum made its way deeper into your body. Withdrawing from you, he laid on his back to cool off.
“Well, good morning.” He chuckled in his rough morning voice.
NEED a fic where reader babysits the kids/holly while they're at the house and henry shows his appreciation 🤭
live laugh read fanfic, - 📼
Put You Love In Hand In Mine(Henry Creel x fem! Reader)
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(Summary: Henry struggles with all the children he has brought to the Mind Scape, and hires reader to babysit and watch after them, in return he shows his appreciation for it.)
WordCount: 1.5k
(A/N: STRANGER THINGS 5 SPOILERS!! I hope you enjoy! Also it honestly can be read in a Gen!Reader, i didn’t really go into detail💀. Requests are always open! :D)
(Warnings!: Spoilers, NOT Proofread(sorry), Sexual indications, fluff, a bit dark, typical stranger things, Mind Scape, nicknames used, Henry's been watching reader for a while, reader is not as clueless as he thought, probably not canon.)
Masterlist : Req Info
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For once Henry was wrong about taking care of the children... At least all by himself but Luckily he had found the perfect person to do the job. A elementary school nurse who tend to the children with love and care as if they were her own.
He was pleased that she didn't have anyone else besides a dog to greet her when she got home. He couldn't place it but there was something different about her. Their conversation was deep but personable it made him... fell a type of way. Something he hadn't felt since the mind flayer consumed him entirely. But nonetheless she would be perfect for his plan.
One night after a conversation and tea he had made for after a hard day she had fallen asleep next to him on her living room sofa. He picked her up gently carrying her to the portal he had opened in the kitchen taking her to the mind scape he had created for the kids.
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She woke up feeling exhausted and confused of her surroundings as it showed that she was somewhere new a home that was not hers and a bed that was yes comfortable but not hers. Her clothes were also now changed into a 50s styled dress that was white buttoned top with a brown skirt that had a brown belt.
"I'm glad you're awake." A voice said next to her. She jumped up looking at him as he sat on the bed she moved away instantly getting off the bed he followed slowly moving towards her.
"W-what did you do to me? Who are you really?" She asked in fear as he started back at her. He froze for a moment at her question.
"I brought you somewhere safe. You were in danger." He replied. She looked at him confused.
"In danger from who exactly? Vecna? For all I know you could be him." She pushed back watching his jaw clench gave away the answer but then she all of a sudden she felt off..
She suddenly felt a massive headache suddenly come on before her surroundings blurred making her fall. He caught her instantly his fingers brushing the hair out of her face.
"It will all be alright little bunny. I won't let anything happen to you." He said before she blacked out.
Once she woke again her mind was frizzy but she felt oddly.. different. She was still in the same bed and house.
"Well. well. well. Look who's finally awake again." Henry said beside you once more. "You gave me quite the fright earlier, darling. I was worried you... suddenly collapsed."
"Henry why am I here?" She asked softly sighing. He smiled softly.
"For the children. We talked about how you would look after them while I was away ms. May." He replied with a smile.
Did she agree to this? When did that conversation happen? Suddenly a sharp pain in her head conjured as what looked like a memory start to play.
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"What?" She asked smiling. As her head was in her hand leaning against the couch while the other held a cup of tea that she could only assume he made for them as he was also holding a cup staring back at her before his gaze casted down before meeting hers again.
"I was wondering if you could watch the children while I was away. It's more challenging looking after them by myself besides it would be a great help for a nurse as well. And I trust you better than any other person." Henry said but it felt slightly off.. like a script monologue he wrote and practiced as well as her voice it sound fake. She blinked shaking off the ridiculous thought.
"Of course, I'll help! It can't be easy looking after all of them by yourself. I'd be happy to lend an extra per of eyes." She answered back with a smile.
"Thank you. I appreciate it." He said with a light smile.
"You don't have to thank me Henry. I'm more than happy to help." She reassured taking his hand in his he started down it with a smile.
"I must worn you. They call me Mr.Whatsit." He said.
"Ah, a nickname kids do that." She said smiling at the memory of one of the elementary school children that gave her a nickname.
"Perhaps, you could have one as well." He offered. Her eyes lit up lightly.
"I'd like that... how about Ms. May?" She asked looking at him. He pondered on the thought for a moment.
"Ms.May.. I think they'd like that.. it suits you." He replied they locked eyes for a moment before she looked away sitting her cup down on the table as her vision blurred.
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She came back to now as the headache diminished. Henry watched her intently.
"Oh... I must have forgotten.." she said, Henry smiled.
"It's quite alright. You bumped your head on the way here." He said. She nodded. "Come I'd like you to meet the children. I thought getting to know them a bit would help the process based on the state you're in."
"I think it's a good idea." She replied with a tight smile.
He nodded satisfied as he stuck out his hand for her to take which she did. He led her out the door and down the staircase she took in the sights of the house and hated to admit it but it was a beautiful Victorian house.
He lead her to a beautiful family room where all the kids sat doing their own thing, some read, some colored or drawed, or watched tv. They all looked up once they saw them getting up and rushing over to them.
"Is this the lady you've been telling us about?" One asked.
"She really pretty." Another said.
"He talks about you a lot." A third child asked. Some you recognised from coming to the nurses office others you didn't due to the fact they haven't come by the office.
"This is Ms.May. She'll be looking after you while I'm away. I wanted you all to get to know her before tomorrow." Henry said. The kids nodded grabbing her hand making her sit next to them on the ground as they told her about themselves.
From that day forward she had been looking after them and when he got back they'd make supper for everyone before taking them to bed.
Until one evening when he had asked her to come to his office as the children slept in the family room.
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"What did you want to talk to me about, Henry?" She asked her voice soft with a slight edginess as if she was calculating her own tone of voice.
He smiled before shutting the door. She froze upon hearing the lock bolt. He turned back around stalking towards her lightly.
"Henry.." She whispered her breath caught in her throat at the closeness. His eyes stayed on her his lips curving in a bone chilling smirk.
"I wanted to show my appreciation for what a good job you did today." He replied before taking her lips on his.
She hesitated but as the kisses continued she started to break letting out a muffled moan as his hands slowly traced her body. Her hands lightly grabbed onto his coat he helped shrug it off flying it to hang on the hook of the door.
He pushed her back against the wall of the door with his powers effortlessly as he slowly undid her blouse, lips still attached. He pulled away grabbing her chin with his powers.
"I'm going to break you little bunny.." He said with a darkness in his tone.
She froze upon hearing him feeling on edge about this whole situation but effortlessly falling for him. His eyes stared back dark with an emotion she thought they'd never reach and a hint of something else that couldn't pinpoint. While her eyes stared back in fear but with the same once willingly now unwillingly desire. His lips turned upwards in a small smile before placing his lips back on hers while his fingers slowly to begin unbuttoning her jeans.
He was right, she did break in more ways than one all while the children slept peacefully downstairs in the living room while blindly unaware of what was taking part upstairs in Mr. Whatsit office.
stranger things characters, and how they deal with an unexpected pregnancy. reader is 18 in every fic except for hopper’s (19).
a/n:
i’m going to try to cover different dynamics and situations in this series. i may even write different variations for some characters. if there’s something specific you want to see, let me know! my banner as usual is made by the incredible @punkrockmlchael ᡣ𐭩
Jim Hopper smut with younger reader, who seduces him on purpose by wearing mini skirts and then begs him to take her in her garden (semi public)
A skirt seduction.
Jim Hopper x SweetieGirl!Reader
navigation bb
MDNI!!
Contents! - SMUT, 18+, essentially just porn w/o a plot.. pnv, slight exhibitionism, semi public sex, age gap, hair pulling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it b4 u tap it bbies), reader and jim are in an established relationship. also this is set in season two, but like no demogorgons, no upside down season 2.
if i missed any pls comment!
w.c! - 1.1k
Cherie's Column! - Hope u love it, & i really hope this is what you wanted nonnie bb! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Jim steps out into the garden, the warm sun filtering through the leaves as he admires the blooming flowers, a perfect sight to come home to after a long day at work. You're already there, bending over to tend to the roses, short skirt riding up just enough to tease the curve of your ass. The fabric clings to your thighs, barely covering your bare cunt, and Jim feels his cock twitch up in his slacks at the sight. You're doing this on purpose - he knows it from the way you glance back at him with that sly smile, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Watching you care for the roses along the fence that separated your garden from the neighbor's. It wasn't fully private - Mrs. Hargrove next door had a habit of peeking over the hedge, and the path to the street ran just beyond the gate. Just public enough to make your cunt throb with excitement, but secluded enough that you could get away with... well, whatever you had in mind.
"Hey, handsome," you called out, voice light and playful as you sauntered toward him, making sure to add a little extra umph as you stand, hips swaying in each step as you near your husband. Your skirt fluttered up with each step, threatening to reveal everything if a breeze hit just right. His eyes snapped down, widening as they traveled down your legs, lingering on the hem that rode so high.
You press against him, soft tits brushing his chest through your thin top. "Like what you see?" Your hand trailing down his arm, fingers lingering on his wrist, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lip before you spin away, giving Jim another view of the back of your barely there skirt.
You watch Jim try to focus on the garden, but you won't let him. Kneeling to pull a weed, arching your back so the skirt hikes up higher, exposing the soft skin of your thighs and the edge of your ass cheeks. His pulse quickens, heat building in his groin as you look over your shoulder.
"It's so hot out here, honey. I might need some help cooling off." You hum, tugging at the hem of your skirt, pretending to adjust it, but only making it ride up further.
"Sweetheart? What are you wearing?" He straightened, a soft calmness radiating off of him but you could see straight through the facade, you saw the way his gaze darkened, the subtle shift in his stance as he took you in. You could see the visible tent in his pants, hell you could practically taste the precum spilling in his boxers.
You bite your lip, feigning innocence as he closes the distance between you.
"Jus' somethin' comfortable for the garden. Don't you like it?" Pushing forward on your knees slowly, letting the skirt lift just a bit, giving him a glimpse of the curve of your ass before facing him again. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
" It's… distracting," he admitted, his voice rougher now. He goes to sit on one of your many, many garden chairs, settling in to watch your every move.
"Good. That's the point." Standing up to join him on the chair, underneath an old oak tree that partially shielded you from the street but left you exposed to anyone who might wander by.
Straddling his thighs, skirt bunching up at your waist, "been thinking 'bout you all day, honey. About how much I need you."
Pressing your body flush to his, grinding your cunt subtly against his rock hard cock. Your skirt bundled up between you, and you know he can feel the warmth of your pussy through the thin fabric of his slacks. "Touch me, Jim. I wore this for you."
He hesitates, but you don't.
"Please," you practically beg, voice husky and desperate. "I need you now. Fuck me in the garden, Jim." Your eyes lock on his, wide and pleading.
His eyes flicked to the fence, then back to you, a mix of caution and hunger in his expression. "Here? Now? The neighbors - "
"Exactly," you whisper. He could feel the heat of your sopping cunt through his pants, the bulge in his pants pushing against your wet pussy.
Hands slid up his chest, nails lightly scraping as you looked up at him with those damn eyes.
"That's what makes it so hot. Please, Jim. I can't wait anymore. My pussy is already so wet just from wearing this for you."
Taking his hand, guiding it under the skirt, letting his fingers brush against your soft slick folds. He groaned low in his throat, his resolve crumbling as he felt how ready you were. "Fuck, Sweets. Y're not wearing any panties?"
"No baby," you murmur, nipping at his earlobe as you hump his palm. "Take me right here. Bend me over the bench, fuck me hard against the tree - whatever you want. I need your cock inside me now. Please, Jim. Don't make me beg."
He didn't need more convincing. With a growl, he lifted you slightly off his lap - pulling his pants down just enough to release his cock with a plap against his stomach, pressing your front against the fabric of his shirt. Your skirt long forgotten as Jim stripped you of it, exposing your supple ass and crying cunt to the open air. He guides you back down, the thick head of his cock nudging at your entrance. "You asked for it," he rasps, as he helps you sink down.
He's balls deep in you when a needy high pitched moan escapes your lips, the stretch and fullness sending sparks through your body. Jim can feel your cunt practically drowning his cock. You're so fucking warm - so soft around him. He never wants to leave you.
He grips your hips, fucking up into you relentlessly, each slap of his heavy balls hitting your ass echo through the garden.
The risk of being seen only heightened everything - the way your tits bounced with every thrust, nipples hardening against his chest; the slick sounds of your cunt sucking him in.
"Harder," you beg, cunt pulsing around him. "Fill me up, Jim. Make me cum right here where anyone could see."
He obliged, one hand tangling in your hair to pulling your head back, his other reaching around to rub your clit in firm circles.
The pleasure built fast, coiling tight until you shattered around him, walls clenching as you moan his name. His cock explodes seconds later, burying himself deep and pumping hot spurts of cum into you, marking you as his all over again.
Staying like that for a moment, panting, his body shielding yours as you caught your breath.
You smiled to myself, already plotting the next mini skirt seduction. This garden was going to see a lot more of you both.
