Summary: In the shadowed crypt beneath a ringing church, a broken man meets a runaway bride at the exact moment both their lives begin to unravel. They’ll spend the next chapters of their lives re-discovering themselves and each other through buried truths, dangerous pasts, and the fragile, uncertain hope of second chances.
Warnings: 18+, mention of religion, and religious trauma, kinda. mentions of somewhat arranged marriage, panic attacks, faith uncertainty, minor violence, eventual smut
[part 1]
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | hopper tries to avoid you, but fails. you tease him to his breaking point.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | jim hopper x fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— unprotected sex, large age gap, size kink, power dynamic.
𝐰𝐜 | 3k+
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | as requested, here is part two. i hope it doesn’t disappoint. also, this can be read w/out having read part 1.
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「 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 」 r.h. masterlist
Jim Hopper was set on avoiding you after that night, but that proved to be a lot harder than expected. He cursed himself out when he had arrived home. How the fuck could he have let himself act on his perverted fantasies? He worked with your dad for fucks sake!
And still, you had consumed his every thought he had. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. About the way your lips parted when his hands grabbed your exposed skin. The way you moved slowly on top of him. The soft noises you made…
Jim shook his head, trying to focus back on the paperwork sprawled out across his desk.
“Hi, dad.” He heard a far-too-familiar voice say down the hall.
Speak of the devil.
He got up to close his door but you were too fast for him.
“Hi, Chief,” you said, a smile creeping onto your lips.
Hopper held the door in his hand, avoiding your eyes.
“Need something, kid?”
You rolled your eyes. “Just wanted to see you.”
“Jesus, will you keep your voice down!” Hopper yell-whispered.
He looked down the hall and then yanked you into his office. You gasped as he pushed you against the wall. “Why are you doing this to me?” He growled.
“Doing what?! I just came to drop off my dad’s lunch!”
He released his grip on you and walked angrily to his desk. He shouldn’t be acting like this. Of course he was going to run into you. You often showed up at the station to visit your dad. It was inevitable.
He huffed as he sat down, staring at you while he contemplated his next words. You stood with your arms by your side, gulping under his trapping gaze.
“Listen. I’m sorry about…” he almost couldn’t say it, “the other night. I shouldn’t have… We shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to—“
You cut him off. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.” You spoke in an absentminded way like you were repeating something from a movie script. “It was a mistake. You regret it. You don’t want me to mention it to anyone, even my friends. Blah, blah, blah. I got it.” You crossed your arms, a bit annoyed. Had Hopper really regretted being with you? Were you just the first warm body available to him that night?
“Alright then,” he said, not completely convinced. You pursed your lips and nodded awkwardly. “You can go back to your dad now, sorry for pulling you in here.” He looked down at his desk, pretending to write on the sheets in front of him, a bit embarrassed.
You turned to leave, but before you made it past the corner, you couldn’t help but ask, “Was it really that bad?” Your voice was rather small, a bit embarrassed now by this whole ordeal.
Hopper looked up at you and scratched the back of his neck. “No! I mean, no,” he corrected. “It was good, great really,” he mumbled.
You smirked. So now you knew–Hopper enjoyed himself, it was the relationship you had with him that was the problem. Because you were the daughter of his friend. And that you were so much younger.
Hopper regretted admitting that to you the second it left his lips.
He watched your lips curve into a smile and he felt his heartbeat quicken ever so slightly. He didn’t look away as you lingered in the doorway before walking back down the hall, using your hand to flip your skirt up as you went, giving Hopper a quick view of your panties.
His leg jerked and slammed it against his desk making him curse under his breath. He shut his eyes and let out a breath in fury.
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The next time he saw you was when he got a call down near the arcade. As he was walking away from the drunk man being shoved in the back of Callahan’s car, he saw you through the arcade window. His eyes traced along with your slim jeans and fitting shirt. You were laughing at something one of your friends said when you turned and met Hopper’s eyes in the lot. When he realized you saw him, he tried to get back to his truck as quickly as he could. Like before, you beat him to it–he thought about how you really should join the track team.
You told your friends you’d be right back and made your way out into the evening air. In record time, you met Hopper at the side of his truck. He towered over you, looking down angrily as you blocked his access to the driver’s side door. He decided to take a disinterested approach. “What?” His voice sounded bitter.
“Want to join me?” You asked sweetly, motioning behind you.
“To the arcade? Yeah, no thanks. I have shit to do.”
You moved, blocking him as he tried to reach for his door handle. “I guess we could go back to your place then.”
His eyes widened, checking to make sure no one was close enough to hear your conversation. “I know you want to…” you let your voice linger off, looking up at him with doe-eyes.
He huffed in an unsteady breath, clearly blowing his nonchalant cover. You were affecting him.
You stepped into him and smiled when Hopper didn’t move back. “I know you’ve been thinking about me. You can’t avoid me forever.”
He wanted to say something back, but he thought it was best to not engage with you. You wanted him to slam you against his truck and take you right there and so did he. You would just have to break him. You turned to leave, but your hand grabbed his crotch before you did, making Jim jump. And then you were off, heading back into the arcade.
Hopper hurried into his truck before anyone could spot his growing erection.
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You peered out of your bedroom window and saw Hopper’s truck creep along the edge of your lawn. You raised an eyebrow as you watched the tall man step out of his vehicle and approach your front door.
You left your spot behind your window shades and ran down the stairs. Hopper’s knuckles rapped at the door and you hesitantly opened it.
“Hopper?” You asked, the brooding man towering above you in the doorway.
His gaze shifted away from you and lingered in the empty hall behind you. “Your dad told me to come check on you.”
You laughed, “Jesus, he’ll be home tonight. What does he think is going to happen within the whole 24 hours he’s been gone?”
Hopper didn’t mirror your amusement. He looked down and noticed for the first time your lack of clothing, clearly you were not expecting any visitors. He gulped and fixed his eyes back on the void behind you.
You mentally rolled your eyes at Jim’s seriousness. “Did you want to come in? Make sure there’s no murderer hiding in the closet.”
You lazily walked away and headed back up the stairs, leaving Hopper to close the door in the entryway.
You could hear his loud boots on the floor below you as you lay in your bed, flipping aimlessly through a magazine. You knew he’d walk past your open door eventually, you just didn’t know when.
After being in the house for less than a minute, a dark shadow appeared under your doorframe.
“So you’re all set here then?”
You looked up at him and pushed yourself onto your knees.
“Yup.” You responded, letting the ‘p’ pop off your tongue.
Jim hovered for a moment before nodding and leaving. You rolled your eyes for real this time.
“Actually,” you began. Hopper appeared back in his spot a bit too eagerly, one hand resting on your door handle. “My record player hasn’t been working. Would you take a look at it?”
He shook his head, “I’m just here to calm your paranoid father, not to act as your repair man.”
“Please,” you begged.
Hopper knew he should have just left, but his legs had a mind of their own as he walked into your bedroom. You pointed to the player by your closet and Hopper began examining it. You got up, making your way beside him as he worked. He tried to increase the space between the two of you. “Oh, Jesus. It’s just unplugged,” he said annoyed. You made a faux-shocked face.
He began to lean over before you stopped him. “It’s alright, I got it.” You got on to your knees and reached for the plug buried between the bureau it sat on and the wall. As you leaned in further, your fingertips just brushed along the plug. Your ass had been propped straight into the air. You took your time, fumbling with the plug as you tried to plug it back in.
When you stood back up, you smiled in success as Hopper’s eyes had gone dark while he locked on to your body. “Hop–” You began but were cut off by his large hands grabbing your hips and pulling you forcefully into him, his lips smashing against yours. You melted into his touch, your legs going limp beneath you. You gasped for breath as Hopper pulled away. “This is what you wanted, right?” He demanded. “Wanted to push me to the edge? Wanted to torture me? Hm?” His voice boomed in your small room.
Your cheeks were red as he held you. When you didn’t answer, Hopper spun you both around and shoved you back onto your bed. You collided with the mattress in a yelp and were soon covered by Jim’s body. He began placing kisses on your neck and exposed collar bone, making your eyes flutter. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled into your skin.
His hands slid down your sides and pushed your tanktop up and slid them beneath the fabric. His palms were on your breasts, thanking the gods for your lack of bra.
As his hands kneaded, he continued to kiss along your jaw and neck. Hopper squeezed one of your nipples between his fingers and you audibly gasped. Your hips pushed up against his, desperately wanting to create friction.
“Such an eager girl.”
You nodded, Hopper’s hand making its way down to your PJ shorts. His hand slid under the waistband and he stroked along your underwear. You stifled a moan, his finger sliding between you. He could feel the moisture soak his finger pads.
You felt him harden on top of you, his body laid against yours. You leaned your head back as he pushed your underwear aside and began to tease your entrance. You moaned his name in frustration. He wanted to torture you back to show you what it was like, but he couldn’t get himself to do it. He hungrily wanted to hear you squeal and shake under him. His finger pushed into you, and just like before, it was enough to fill you. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about how small and tight you were. You groaned as he forced another finger in, your hips pressing against Hopper. He began to pump in and out slowly and your hands gripped his shoulders from the shock of how much his fingers stretched you out. He kissed your jaw by your ear and your eyes squeezed shut as you panted. His pace remained slow and you began to get frustrated. You just wanted him buried inside you.
“Hopper, please…” you begged.
“Want it that bad, huh?”
You bit your lip, nodding your head. His expression stiffened as he slid his fingers out and began to fumble with his pants. You mimicked him and tore your tank top off and slid your shorts and underwear down in one motion. Hopper didn’t have the patience to push his pants off all the way so he let them dangle at his ankles. He was back on you, between your legs, and you let your hands crawl to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt.
He looked at you a bit curious. He didn’t think you’d want him to take his shirt off, and he didn’t know exactly why. But you did. You pushed it off his shoulders and let your hands linger on his hot skin. You met his eyes, his pupils were blown. He couldn’t wait any longer, and frankly, neither could you.
Hopper rubbed his tip against your entrance, making you squirm. His eyes danced across your exposed body, your nipples still bright pink from when he pinched them. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He hadn’t even realized he said it out loud until he saw the way your cheeks turned red. He thought that was cute–here he was, cock pressed against you, your body laid bare for him, and those words are what made you blush.
Without warning, he pushed into you, making you grab your bedsheets. You both groaned as he bottomed out, your walls being stretched to their limit. Hopper grumbled under his breath, saying something about how good you felt around him.
Even though you hadn’t adjusted to his size yet, you begged him to move, your thighs squeezing against his sides.
He obeyed and began to slide in and out of you. You gasped loudly, your nails digging into his back. “Do you need me to stop?” He asked, a bit concerned. A bit louder than you expected, you said no. “Please don’t,” you begged. Hopper kept his pace, his eyes relishing in the way you gasped and mewled beneath him, your senses completely overtaken by him.
You bucked your hips up, meeting Hopper’s thrusts. He swore loudly, his head resting in the crook of your neck. You could hear him growling in your ear as he slammed into you harder.
You couldn’t hold any noises back now and you let moans pool off your tongue left and right.
“Shit, the noises you’re making…” Hopper grunted, feeling himself edge closer hearing the way you reacted to him.
“Oh, God, Chief,” you cried.
Hopper pulled back to look at you, his expression somehow darker than earlier. You wanted to say something cheeky about his reaction to your name-calling, but all you could muster were pathetic whines.
Jim watched the way you bounced underneath him as he kept hitting deep inside of you. He felt your hips buck into his, edging him to go faster.
He did. He began slamming into you as fast as he could with as much force as he could. You yelped, your body being pushed back as he fucked into you. He pushed the few stuffed animals behind your head off your bed and grabbed onto your headboard, getting a better grip to fuck you.
You began to sob, your hands squeezing your bedsheets so hard you thought you might rip them.
Hopper’s deep and husky moans bounced off your walls as he got dangerously close. You couldn’t even move your hand down to rub yourself, thinking you’d be too overstimulated.
Your headboard slammed against your wall, you prayed it didn’t leave a hole. But even if it did, you would never tell Hopper to stop what he was doing.
“Hopper, I’m…” you tried to get out. Hopper swore loudly feeling your walls flutter around him. You mewled, feeling yourself reach your high. Your walls tightened around Hopper’s cock, basically squeezing an orgasm out of him. His voice was deep and full of swears as he came inside you. You felt his warm seed fill you up, your hips pushing up against him, wanting to have him spill as deep as he could into you.
Hopper’s hands came next to your head, his fingers grabbing onto your sheets as he supported himself while he kept pumping into you.
You groaned, your body shaking under him. Your head moved side to side in ecstasy, not being able to sit still.
Your name kept rolling off his tongue as he lazily slowed his pace, small spurts of liquid still being shot inside you.
When he came to a stop, he collapsed on top of you. You felt the warm liquid seep out of you with Hopper still inside you. Your body was still shaking from the high, your hair sprawled out behind you when you both heard a car door slam.
“Shit!” You both said in unison. Hopper pulled back to look at your face, your eyes wide in horror as your dad got out of his car.
Hopper pulled out of you and stumbled off your bed, shuffling for his shirt and pulling his pants up in a hurry. You followed close behind, digging for your shirt and shorts on your floor.
You both tripped around your room in a panic, trying to dress as fast as possible. Your dad opened the front door, calling out to you as he walked in. You yelled ‘hi’ back and looked at Hopper in panic.
“Is Hopper here? I saw his truck out front,” your dad asked as he made his way into the kitchen.
You ignored him and tried to straighten out your hair as you made your way to the staircase. Hopper was close behind, pulling on his shirt and fastening his belt.
You both made your way slowly down the steps when your dad walked back into the hall.
“Oh, you are here,” he said to Hopper.
Hopper cleared his throat, “Just checking on her like you asked.” His hand rested on the front door’s handle.
Your dad nodded at him, completely oblivious to the way both your faces were red and sweaty. Hopper’s shirt wasn’t fully tucked back into his pants but your dad didn’t seem to notice that either. “Stay for dinner,” he demanded before Jim could open the door.
“I really should get back–”
“I insist. It’s not every day the Chief makes an appearance in my home!”
You both gulped at one another as your dad lead the way into the kitchen. This was going to lead to a very awkward night.
She whispers, “I found your vape”, then smirks, looking down at her bare chest
You follow her eyes, set on the prize
Her soft cold hands touch yours
It’s getting hard to breathe, you don’t believe it
She guides your hands towards her breast, softer, colder than her hands
You know what you have to do
She moans seductively “I need this”
Flabbergasted, you rip your hand away, yelling defiantly, “humbug!”
You take your vape off her chest and storm out
*Symphony No. 9 In D Minor, Op. 125 - “Choral” - Excerpt From 4th Movement: 4. Presto Written by Ludwig van Beethoven, Performed by Berlin Philharmonic, Conducted by Herbert von Karajan starts playing at 4:25-6:23*
This is my Christmas gift to the httyd book fandom
I wrote a hiccup x reader fanfiction. I know a lot of people headcanon Hiccup as aro/ace, but gosh darn it, childhood fictional crushes don’t just go away. I noticed that there were no x reader or insert fics in this fandom so I made one myself. It will have some romantic bits but not too much . Also the reader is gender neutral so anyone can read this. Please read the authors note, I have a lot of important information there.
I saw that there aren’t any x reader fanfictions in the httyd book fandom. So I decided to make one. :)
I'm writing fanfic for my friend and I'm making it that shad was the only one left with the memories and my friends insert kept irene's and shad's child as her own, and " aaron " had bad pain whenever near my friends interest or aphmau from the memories that never vanished
Summary: a gender neutral insert fic, Ashton takes care of you when you finally crack under the pressures of life.
Length: 1k words!
Warning: crying, none.
Ashton came into the house and it was oddly silent. Your car in the driveway but there is no sign of you. The kitchens empty and so is your home office; heading down the hall, he’s sure you have to be in the bedroom but that’s empty just as well. He finds nothing but an empty wine bottle and the bed stripped. Following the hallway, he checks the laundry room and finds you crying and swearing as you try to load the bedding into the washer.
"Hey, love."
"I spilled wine on everything,” through stifled sobs you wrestle with the large bedding before tossing it to the floor.
"That’s ok," Immediately your in his arms. He doesn’t need to see your face to know it’s exhaustion. Heartbreaking sobs continue as you try to hide your face.
He can feel your muffled sobs against his chest. Between the long stretches of work and stress from family, today has been looming. He's braced himself for this day. But still Ashton feels his heart break a little knowing he can’t fix it all.
"Want to talk about it?" He asks.
You shake your head again his chest, a silent no. He only hugs tighter planting a kiss to your head.
"How about you go get settled in the guest room? There should be clean bedding in their. I'll finish setting up the washer. Then we’ll cuddle, yeah?” He says pulling away to look into your eyes.
"I can’t leave this mess. You’re tired and—,” you want to argue but the concern in his face stops you dead in your tracks.
Gently, he repeats, “Go get comfortable and I’ll be right there. Just five minute, yeah?”
Ashton starts the washer before joining you in the spare bedroom. The comforter swallows you whole as you lay tightly wrapped in it. His brows knit together in concern as he tries to figure out where to start. He knows you’ve been burning out but you always refused to stop with a schedule so busy that sharing a bed had become your unofficial date.
“What’s going on, baby?”
"All I wanted to do was watch The Good Place and drink wine until you got home and I can't even do that right today."
"It's ok. I can go buy another bottle and we can watch it here." Ashton says wrapping his arms around you and the comforter.
"I probably shouldn't drink, right now. It's just all got to be too much. There are endless deadlines and work but I literally can't quit or else I can't eat." Tears start running down your face again, it's useless hiding them now.
"Call into work tomorrow. I'll help you this week," Ashton says holding her close.
"I can't take money from you.”
"It's not money; it's support. Remember when you said it can't always be 50/50, sometimes it's going to be 80/20. These last few weeks have been hard on you so please just let me just help."
The crying worsens as guilt piles into the storm of emotions. Always the caregiver, it was one of the things that initially brought you together, both of you taking care of friends but today it makes things harder. With a sigh you practice letting go even though broke you to need his care so much.
"Do you want me to call in for you?" He asks and all you can do is shake your head.
He holds you rubbing small circles onto your back and cooing calming “it’s ok”s. After a while your breathing starts to steady enough for you to make the call, letting them know you wouldn't be making it into work the following day.
"You feeling a little better now?" Ashton asks gently.
"A little." You admit feeling some of the pressure lifting. "I'm sorry I ruined your bed and you’re stuck taking care of me." Burrowing your hot face into his chest again.
“It's ok. I needed new bedding anyway and we can flip the mattress tomorrow. I can't imagine a better use of tonight than spending time with you.” He places a kiss on the top of your head.
“I'm sorry we have to sleep in the spare room.” Unable to shake the guilt, you feel tears start flowing again.
"Baby, do you know what the best part of sleeping here is?" Ashton asks.
"No.”
"We haven't fooled around in this bed yet,” Ashton jokes peppering kisses on your face.
You can’t help but laugh; it helps loosen the tightness in your chest as he pulls you in as he settles on his back. You melt into his chest as he brushes the hair back from her face. Content and safe you feels exhaustion settling in your bones. The stress will be back but for the moment, you feel confident you’ll make it through with him by your side.
“You sure you don’t want me to run to the store? Want to order in some dinner? ”
“No. This is more than enough.” You answer, lacing their fingers together. “Can you just tell me about your day?”
Ashtons voice is steady, silent as he walks you through his through his day; telling you about the studio nonsense and issues with mixing. You don’t fully understand what he’s speaking about but the rumbling of his chest and breathing lulls you deeper into rest as he hold your hand, kissing it gently as he continues to speak.
At first you hum in understanding, listening to some issue with microphones. Soon the humming stops and he feels your grip loosen as your breathing steadies and small snore escapes you mouth. He can’t help but sigh in relief that you’re finally resting.
