AN: First of all, Season 2 is my life and my religion and Stranger Things is one of the best tv shows I’ve ever watched honestly how they topped season 1 is mind blowing. Also, me being me and you guys know me well, I was attracted to many characters on this show but Hopper is daddy (in more ways than one). I want to write more stranger things so stick around and send in requests for any character but let’s kick this off with some pure smut. You’re welcome.
Summary: You get into some trouble and Hopper hides you away in the cabin until it blows over but isolation isn’t for you. (Basically this is what I figure would happen if Hopper had the argument with someone older.)
Pairing(s): Hopper x Reader
Word count: 1,593
Warnings: Reader is 18 so is of age. It’s cliche but you’ll like it, Mentions of dead parents. This is smut. So expect smut. Vaginal fingering, dry humping, rough sex, hair pulling, and strong language ahead. This takes place probably after season 2 as I need to use the cabin.
You were such an idiot. You were always so careful and this is the time you get caught.
You went to the only person you knew that could help you and it was Jim Hopper. He was friends with your father when your father was alive and you figured your dad asked Hopper to look out for you if anything ever happened to him.
Unfortunately for you, Hopper said there was nothing you could do except wait it out in hiding for it all to blow over and then took you out into the middle of nowhere to an old cabin and told you that this is where he hid Eleven.
He told you that he didn’t know how long it would be until the storm passed but you’d be safe there.
SUMMARY: you convince yourself that silence is safer than confession in a FWB arrangement that feels increasingly like something more. when an offhand remark from robin reveals that steve has been seeing someone else, the fragile balance between friendship and desire fractures. what follows is the truth you've both been avoiding. takes place post-Season 5.
A/N: based on this prompt from @duttondaddy; shoutout to @babyspiceeeeeeee for sending my way.
MASTERLIST | FIC REQUESTS ARE OPEN (X)
Must be a devil between us / Or whores in my head / Whores at the door / Whore in my bed / But hey / Where have you been? / If you go, I will surely die
Your hand sticks outside of the driver's side window, feeling the cool wind pass through your fingertips. A pair of cherry red sunglasses are perched on your nose, your other hand gripping the steering wheel of your friend's blue and white Chevy Silverado.
Steve sits in the passenger seat, a baseball cap covering his eyes as he tries to get some sleep after already driving the two of you four and a half hours towards Robin's uncle's home in Philadelphia.
Halfway point, my ass.
His small snores tickle the air as the Pixies lowly hum from his speakers. You smile at the sound, the huffs from his nose becoming something that you've come to adore about him the past few months.
The road before you is desolate at 2:45pm on a Thursday, and you take the opportunity to glance over at him dreamily. His right hand cups the bicep of his left arm - you find yourself jealous.
The two of you had been friends for what felt like a million years. It felt like only yesterday when the two of you had batted (or, in your case, axed) away demodogs while babysitting a group of kids you'd never met before that night.
And now, here you are, five years later - the world seemingly at peace. But you both had shared trauma, or, at least, that’s what Jonathan said to you both. You were tied to Steve and he was tied to you. Inseparable. Best friends.
And you weren't sure if the others would be shocked to know how you felt about him. Or if Steve would be, for that matter.
Or maybe he wouldn't be, considering you've been fooling around most nights ever since he started that damn sex ed gig a few months back.
"I just don't know how to talk about this stuff with them," your friend groaned, rubbing his face with his hands - a textbook laying open between you both. "I just know I'm gonna end up saying something extremely graphic on accident and get fired - or worse, imprisoned."
"Per usual, your overdramatics are keeping you from being normal," you chide, picking up the textbook and looking over the paragraph on contraception. "Come on, Harrington. You know all about safe sex."
"Yeah," he grunts, peeking his eyes out between his fingers. "But I'm gonna end up calling it a dick or something inappropriate."
You roll your eyes, passing him the book, which he reluctantly takes with a scowl, "I enjoy coaching the team, I just...I didn't really think too far ahead about this part when I took the job."
"You're gonna be fine," you smile, putting your hand on his jean-clad thigh and rubbing over him reassuringly. "You're great with kids on and off the field. Just pretend you're teaching Dustin all of this for the first time."
"Dustin now?" he asks startled, his brow creased.
"God, no," you shake your head, remembering the borderline graphic conversation the three of you had about Dustin's latest dating adventures in college. "Dustin from when you first met him."
Steve smiled fondly at that memory, "You know - I gave him advice on dating back then. Shit advice, actually."
He shakes his head and you laugh, watching him as he closes the book, "I've never been good at this stuff. Couldn't even get Dustin a girl to dance with him that night."
Steve looks at you bitterly, his lips in a tight line, "And look at me now - at a dead end when it comes to dating. Haven't even had sex since high school."
Your eyebrows peak at this information, and you have to force yourself to react in a way that was unnatural to you, "Well...that's not that bad, Steve. We have been busy, y'know."
You chuckle, grabbing his hand in reassurance. He looks at your entwined hands and then up to you, glancing over your face before he trepidly asks, "Have you?"
You feel the color drain from your face. You and Steve had rarely talked about sex in all of the time that you knew him. Dates? Sure. Kissing? Most definitely.
But sex? No, that was a boundary you hadn’t crossed with him. Until today, it seems.
"Uh, no," you shake your head, pulling your hand back into your lap. "No, I haven't."
He leans closer, his eyes on your mouth, "What about the last time you kissed someone?"
Your lips part momentarily, suddenly nervous, "That's...that's a bit embarrassing to admit, actually."
He looks up into your eyes with a hum, his gaze understanding and non-judgemental, "You deserve to be kissed, I think."
"Oh? That so?" you chuckle, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.
"Yeah," he agrees, his face a bit closer. "Maybe we can...help each other out?"
You laugh, shaking your head in embarrassment, "Oh, ha-ha, Harrington."
"I'm serious," he smiles, his voice airy before he clears his throat. "I mean, you're an attractive girl. I'm a handsome man."
"You meant to say 'cocky,'" you correct, leaning forward in defiance.
He tuts, a slow shake of his head as he lifts a hand to touch your hair, "You're saying you've never thought about it? Me and you?"
You felt your stomach twist. Hard.
Of course you had. Ever since the night you met him, you forced yourself to push down any attraction you had to him. He was your friend, and you refused to ever even attempt to make a move. His friendship was what mattered the most to you.
He looks at your mouth again before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, dangerously close to your lips, "I'm not hearing you deny it, princess."
You swallow loudly, turning your head just-so, your lips hovering over his, "Have you?"
He smiles, the hand that once twirled your hair now cupping your jaw, "Oh, yeah."
Your nose brushed against his, "I don't...I don't want this to ruin our friendship."
His eyes darted to yours, licking his lips, "It won't. I promise."
With that reassurance, you press your lips to his mouth. A soft taste of his lower lip is all it takes for you to lose control, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and pulling him on top of you.
You'd both fucked each other three times that night.
And since then, you’d probably fucked each other in numerous permutations at least one hundred times. But only as friends.
Friends who fucked each other.
It was good for what it was, you reckoned. Sex with Steve was the best you’d ever had, and you ventured to believe he would be the best you would ever have. He ate you out with the most precise tongue that ever existed, he always insisted you came at least twice before he got his, and his dick alone was the largest you’ve ever seen with your own two eyes.
He was insatiable, just like you were. And you both kept up with each other on lonely nights.
It was after the orgasms and heated moments when you lied in bed together - the time you spent inhaling the scent of his shampoo, the feel of his chest hair under your palm, the way he snored.
You loved his little snores.
You loved your best friend.
Despite your best efforts, including going out with a handful of guys here and there, you weren’t sure you were ever going to fall out of love with him.
So you took what you could get without ruining this thing between you, even if it was just sex.
The boy beside you started to stir, lifting his hat off of his face and looking around him, “We almost there?”
“I’ve been driving for an hour,” you deadpan. “So, no.”
“Damn,” he groaned, crossing his arms. “I thought I was asleep longer than that.”
You fight the urge to stare at his bulging bicep, knowing you’d have no choice but to pull off to the side of the road to bite it. You shake away your thoughts, “I’m getting bored over here. Talk to me.”
He grins, reaching over and rubbing his hand up the inside of your thigh, “Just talk?”
You whimper, switching hands on the steering wheel and grabbing his hand, putting in back on the console between you, “Hands to yourself. I’d like to get us to Philly in one piece, please.”
He tsks, throwing himself back into his seat like a petulant toddler who was just told he couldn’t have a cookie before dinner, “No fun.”
You smirk, gripping the wheel with both hands, “Tell me about your weekend.”
He looks over at you with a quizzical expression, “You were with me the whole weekend, what are you talking about?”
“Not the nights,” you shrug, trying to spur conversation.
“Nothing important,” he sighs, looking down at his lap. “You were obviously the highlight of my weekend.”
Your cheeks flush at the compliment, feeling the same about him, “That’s just because I sucked your cock for, what? An hour?”
The boy bites his lower lip, “You say that as if I wasn’t eating you out at the same time.”
“Touche,” you smile.
The rest of the car ride went quickly after that. One small Prince karaoke session, a pit stop for gas and a deep conversation about Steve’s parents later, and you were pulling into the driveway of Robin’s uncle’s townhouse.
Robin’s uncle was out of town during this month’s gathering, but Robin, Jonathan and Nancy were already there by the time you arrived. Settling in and a friendly dinner at the Olive Garden a few blocks away came and went easily.
And now, you were getting sloppy with your friends in the basement as some random Madonna song played on the record player.
The five of you quickly took your third (or was it fifth) shot of vodka. You lost track after the two wine coolers you had an hour prior, but based on the warmth in your legs, you figured you were on your way to getting sloshed.
Your friends started to laugh and cheer as the glasses slammed on the table. Steve wrapped his arm around your waist, slurring his words about a particular Madonna lyric he wasn’t sure about.
“It’s a euphemism for sex,” Nancy spoke.
“No, it’s about religion,” Jonathan argued.
“She’s literally down on her knees,” she pushed back.
“Yeah, saying a prayer.”
“No,” she shook her head. “She’s about to give this guy a blow job and she’s saying she can make him come.”
Jonathan’s eyes go as big as saucers as Nancy takes another sip of her once forgotten cocktail. She snickers into her cup, “They don’t teach you that at that big fancy film school of yours?”
“No,” he defends. “We don’t talk about pop trash at NYU.”
Robin groans, “Okay, Coppola, calm down.”
You lean into Steve, laughing into his neck. He looks down at you like you were precious glass, afraid you would break. He smiles into your hair, his grip pulling you closer to him.
“Speaking of blow jobs,” Robin sings, looking over at Steve. “How did Saturday go, big guy?”
You look up at Jonathan, waiting for him to respond, but furrow your brows in confusion when all eyes are trained on the boy holding you in his arms. You look up slowly as he rubs the back of his neck.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he whispers, looking down at the floor.
“What happened on Saturday?” you ask, sobering up very quickly.
Steve goes to open his mouth, his cheeks red before Robin cuts him off, “You haven’t told her about Ashley, yet?”
Your eyes go wide and you scoff, “No, uh, he didn’t.”
You sit up straight, crossing your legs and looking at him with your full attention, his arm falling by his side as he looks at you with equally sober eyes.
“It’s nothing,” he waves it away.
“Nothing?” Robin asks with a chuckle. “Wasn’t that, like, your third date with her?”
“Robin,” he says, his voice completely sober and stern now. “Drop it, okay? It didn’t work out.”
You swallow the lump down in your throat, taking a sip of Nancy’s drink and shrugging your shoulders, “Sorry it didn’t work out. That’s a shame.”
Steve looks at you, his eyes crestfallen as he searches your face. You don’t allow him to speak again, turning your attention to a different topic and recommending a movie.
The Naked Gun - something funny that would take your mind off of the earth-shattering news you just received.
You spend the next two hours sobering up, opting to sit next to Nancy rather than your usual spot attached to Steve’s hip. He looked like a puppy that had been kicked the entire movies, his eyes glancing towards you every fifteen minutes, his stomach a bit that threatened to swallow him whole.
You try to laugh at the jokes, nudging Nancy whenever there’s an innuendo. To everyone else, you were having a good time.
But Steve knew you. He knew you were not having a good time.
And because of that, he wasn’t having a good time.
A few hours pass and everyone has retired to their parts of the house - Robin in the guest room, Nancy on the couch in the living room, Jonathan in a sleeping bag next to her and you and Steve sharing the pullout couch in the basement.
You’d both been staring at the ceiling in silence for what felt like years. And you knew he was wide-awake.
He wasn’t snoring.
“You up?” he whispers, knowing damn well that you are.
“Yes,” you reply sharply.
“Look -”
“Why did you lie to me?” you croak, gripping the comforter in your hands like a vice grip, willing yourself not to cry.
Despite your feelings for him, you still considered him to be your best friend. And the fact that he lied to you was the most heartbreaking thing of this entire situation.
“I didn’t lie,” he sighs, trying to find the words. “Nothing important happened. You were the best part of my weekend.”
You shake your head, clutching your forehead and bracing for a migraine that you felt coming on quickly, “You made it seem like you didn’t do anything, Steve. And…three dates? What the fuck? Why didn’t you ever bring her up?”
He groans, turning his body so he was facing you, “Because I knew it wasn’t going anywhere.”
“Right,” you scoff, turning your neck to face him. “Didn’t want to lose your fuckbuddy, right?”
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, “That’s not what that’s about.”
“Yeah,” you shake your head, looking back up at the ceiling. “Okay.”
“Please listen to me,” he begs, cupping your cheek so your gaze is back on him. “I didn’t tell you about Ashley because I felt guilty.”
“Why?” you ask sharply. “We aren’t dating - I’ve gone on dates, too, Steve. But we’re friends first, always.”
“Yeah, I know,” he replies frustrated, releasing his grasp on your cheek. “That’s the problem.”
A hush falls between you as he rakes his hair with his fingers, “I don’t feel like I’m friends with you.”
You feel your heart break at that, “What?”
“I mean, I do, I just -” he groans, sitting up and facing you. “It always feels like more with you.”
You sit up, continuing to grip the sheets as you stare at him.
“When you went on those dates with Justin and then Brad, I just…I didn’t think that you felt…” he trails off, scratching the back of his neck as he refuses to look at you.
“God, Steve just spit it out -”
“I didn’t think you felt the same,” he snapped, looking you in the eyes. “I have just been waiting around like an asshole, hoping - praying, but I didn’t want to ruin what we had, so I figured I would try to move on. Date around.
“Ashley is a nice girl,” he sighs. “She’s not you.”
You feel your stomach drop at his confession and you find your mouth dry as you try to come up with the words. He looks at you expectantly and you release your grip on the covers, reaching for his hand.
“Justin and Brad,” you whisper. “They’re nice boys. They’re not you.”
His lips part briefly before he squeezes your hand, “Are we…are we doing this?”
You smile, nodding your head slowly, “If you want to.”
“God,” he breathes. “I want to. I really want to.”
He crawls over you, pressing his mouth over yours fluidly, taking your breath as he cups your cheeks in his hands. You sigh into his mouth, reclining back as he slots himself between your legs, his lips bruising yours in the process.
“I hated the idea of you with them,” he murmurs against your lips, his right hand travelling down to trail under your shirt and over your stomach to your hips. “Their hands on you, their lips on you…”
You moan into his mouth, wrapping your legs around his waist as he begins to press himself into your core, “Touching what’s mine.”
He breaks a part from the kiss, going straight for your neck and biting down hard. You yelp, causing him to kiss you again in an attempt to quiet you, “You can’t be so loud - they’re gonna hear you up there.”
You nod your head, biting your lip as he refocuses his attention on the delicate skin between your shoulder and your neck. He laps at the bite mark, sucking and forming a bruise, “Won’t matter, though - they’re gonna know you’re mine as soon as they see you tomorrow.”
You breathe heavily through your nose, your hands caressing his upper back as you relish in the feeling of his mouth on you. He continues to lavish you with his tongue as he hikes up your shirt, encouraging you to lift it over your head and toss it towards the foot of the bed.
He groans at the sight, his hands grasping the supple globes of your breasts. He shakes his head in awe, “Never get tired of holding your tits like this. So fuckin’ pretty.”
You grin as his mouth kisses over your plump flesh, hands fondling your breasts as he begins to bite and nibble over you.
By the time he has had his fill, your tits are marked all over, nipples red and sensitive after he’s sucked and bit over them, too.
His kisses drag over your stomach, pulling your pajama pants down your legs.
“Shit, Steve,” your curse, kicking off your pajama pants and lying bare before him.
“No underwear?” he teases, spreading your legs apart and kissing along your inner thighs. “Dirty girl.”
You laugh quietly, threading your fingers through his soft hair and giving him a yank, “Stop teasing.”
He looks up at you, his eyes staring at you intensely before smacking your pussy lips hard with his hand, “We go as slow as I say, understood?”
You whimper, tossing your head back, “But it hurts, Stevie.”
“Looks like it,” he growls, biting your inner thigh. “Wettest I think I’ve ever seen this pussy, and that’s saying a lot.”
You blush under his words, unable to take your eyes away from him as he pets one thigh with a reassuring hand and sucks a large bruise on the inside of the other one. He takes his time, just like he promised, savoring the plump flesh between his lips, his teeth.
You think the bruises will stay for weeks.
You hope they stay for years.
You feel yourself dripping from your center, the cool air from the basement hitting you in a way that turns you on even more. Like you have never been this exposed in front of him. Looking down at him, you shiver when you see that his eyes are trained on your pussy. His pupils are blown, he can’t look away as he continues to kiss over your inner thighs.
“Please, Steve,” you whimper, combing his hair back. “Please, touch me.”
His arms go under your thighs, wrapping around them and pulling you closer so that his mouth hovers over your cunt. Teasingly and with a glint in his eye, he blows air onto your wetness, causing a moan to bubble up in your chest.
“Fucking drenched,” he says in awe, leaning forward to press a kiss right above your clit. “You like when I mark you up, huh?”
You mewl, nodding your head as he presses kisses all over you, except the place you really want him.
“Gonna have to wash these sheets before someone sees the mess you’ve made,” he growls, finally dragging the tip of his tongue from your wet opening to your throbbing clit.
You yell out, immediately covering your mouth with your hand as he licks slow and deliberate circles over your nub.
It honestly felt like a magic trick, the way he effortlessly elicits such profane and dirty noises from you without you even realizing.
He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks rhythmically with a low hum, the vibrations making your womb shiver. You groan, back arching and pushing your cunt as tightly against his mouth as physics would allow. His hands rub up and down your legs as he continues to suck and lick over you.
“You think you can take me just like this?” he murmurs against your soft flesh, wagging his tongue over you like a dog in heat. “No fingers - just with how fucking wet you are?”
You curse under your breath with a quick nod, wanting nothing more than to feel him. To be split open by him. To be pummeled into by him relentlessly.
You never needed anything more.
He drags his lips up your stomach, keeping your legs over his shoulders as he leans over and presses a wet kiss to your lips. You breathe heavily through your nose, licking into his mouth and shivering at the taste of you on his tongue.
He pulls your lower lip teasingly with his teeth as he guides his leaking cock into your entrance slowly at first. Your breath hitches, suddenly impatient, “Just fuck me, please.”
Steve doesn’t need further instruction.
In one swoop, he’s fully sheathed inside of you and you suddenly see stars. Both of your lips are parted, bewildered at the sudden tightness and fullness of one another. He’d never been this rough with you before, but, god, did you hope this became a pattern.
“So fucking tight,” he grunts, his hips starting their relentless assault against your own. “God, just like that - perfect fuckin’ pussy.”
You’re biting the skin of your hand now, knowing if you take your hand away from your mouth you’re going to start screaming.
His cock hurts and brings tears to your eyes, the feeling of him pounding into you without warning. The harsh drag of his dick against your soft walls, unrelenting as it pounds against the sensitive flesh of your cervix. The sound of your skin slapping together, the squelching wetness between you, the springs of the shitty mattress squeaking with every thrust of his hips.
God, you were in fucking heaven.
“Mine,” he moans, kissing over the bruises on your tits. “Fucking mine.”
“Yours,” you whimper, guiding one of his hands down your body until it’s resting over your ass cheek.
He gets the hint, smacking the curved flesh there so hard that it leaves a small welt.
“Harder,” you beg, feeling yourself approaching your release with every harsh action done against your body. “Fucking harder. Don’t stop, please.”
He growls, his hand spanking over you again and again until his hand starts to throb. Your eyes are wet with shed tears, dampening the pillow beneath.
With a shaking hand, you reach between you two to rub over your clit and you yell, coming around his cock violently, your whole body shaking and tensing.
“Fuck,” he yells, his hips pumping twice more into you before painting the inside of your walls with his cum. “God, baby, don’t stop squeezing me like that, fuck.”
You weep loudly, continuing to milk him through both of your orgasms. He finally collapses on top of you, both of your bodies slick with sweat and sex.
You breathe heavily into the otherwise quiet air of the basement before Steve begins to laugh, his lips slotting against yours lazily with a satisfied noise.
“God, you’re perfect,” he mutters against you before looking over your face, awestruck as he pushes a few stray strands of hair that were now strewn across your forehead. “You like being filled up like that, huh?”
Your nipples harden, hands rubbing over his chest and neck - wherever they could take purchase.
“And what about it?” you giggle, biting your lower lip and looking up at him with the widest set of eyes he’d ever seen on you.
He shakes his head - another kiss to the cheek before whispering in your ear, “Keep lookin’ at me like that, and I’m gonna make sure you’re leaking my cum out on one of those upholstered chairs at breakfast in the morning.”
You moan, pecking his hairline and lightly dragging your fingernails up his back, “Keep talking like that and I might let you.”
Hours later, you awake in his arms, limbs wrapped up in each other and warm under the blankets. Steve’s hair is a complete nest, those adorable snores pressing against your neck over one of the dozens of hickies he left on you last night.
You shift slightly, wincing at the soreness between your thighs. You flush as you feel the sticky, sweet remnants of last night, just as he promised.
You kiss his cheek, whispering apologies as you sneak away in favor of taking a shower upstairs.
Once you’re done, you walk over to the breakfast table, where Robin is plating pancakes for each of your friends. You sit next to Steve and force yourself not to smile as he immediately goes for your hand.
The five of you discuss the plans that lie ahead for the group this holiday weekend before Jonathan leans over with a whisper.
“You both sleep well last night?”
You begin to choke on a rogue piece of pancake, Steve nodding as he pats your back gently.
“That’s good,” he grins teasingly, taking a sip of his coffee. “Could have sworn I heard you crying.”
Jim hopper and reader work together at the station and it is a party then a officer start to sanche with she and jim hopper gets jealous and say enough is enough have to tell my feelings for her and make her only mine . Thank you
- Party Time [18+]
omg!! thank you so much for the request! my first ever, so i’m going to make this special.
18+ MDNI!!
Pairing(s): jealous!hopper + sassy!female reader
Summary: based on s1 hopper, the station hosts a christmas party. reader is all dressed up for the most festive time of the year, and hasn’t realized she’s getting all the attention. hop isn’t fond of the way callahan is ‘innocently’ flirting with reader, and desides to man up and finally tell reader his true feelings.
Warnings: large age gap (hop is 41, reader is 19), degradation (calls reader a slut), light slapping on the face, spanking, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), creampie.
once again thank you for this!!
it was the annual christmas party at the station. you had managed to find something sexy, to hopefully get those familiar eyes onto you. it has been way too long on crushing on someone, and if this didn’t work, you were simply giving up. you weren’t blunt, nor were you that honest. especially if he didn’t see you in that light.
you sighed, pulling over the skimpy santa claus outfit. it was simply a small red dress, the details hinting it was meant to be santa. you saw it at the local dollar store and immediately needed it for this party. you giggled to yourself once you put it on. it fit your curves perfectly and you knew this had to play in your favor. normally you didn’t wear things like these, but you would if it meant getting the guy you had your eyes set on ever since you started working at the station.
flo was getting old, and they were hiring for an assistant. thanks to your year experience of working as a server at the local diner, clearly they liked you. flo especially. she thought you were simply adorable, and ‘a great addition to the team’. hopefully this skimpy outfit didn’t teer her away from your adorable ways.
you placed the final touch onto your outfit, which was the santa hat. your hair also helped compliment the outfit, it sparking the desire you needed. now it was time to go and hopefully not get slut shamed.
30 minutes or so you were pulling into the station. you grabbed a 24 pack of sugar cookies on the way, you telling everyone you would bring something sweet to the party. you grabbed the package of cookies and strutted your way into the station, your black tall boots clacking against the pavement.
as soon as you entered the station, it seemed all eyes were on you. you swallowed past the thickness in your throat before dropping off the cookies to where the other desserts were.
“wow. ms. (y/l/n), i didn’t think you could ever dress like that,” flo laughed softly, before your cheeks emitted a deep blush. “i know who you are wearing that for, though.” flo spoke softly in your ear, your heart racing. so it really was that obvious? speaking of which, you couldn’t find the man anywhere near. he probably was in his office, hiding away like he always does.
momentarily, the party started. the music was blaring, and the decorations were set. you smiled at yourself at the ones you put up, before flo laughed softly. not only was it the station’s party, but a lot of people from hawkins decided to come along as well. ted and karen wheeler, benny even, some of the town folk just wanted an excuse to get out of the house.
you smiled at how much it was succeeding so far. meanwhile, you were dancing by yourself with a cup of coke in your hands, humming softly to the music. suddenly, callahan approached in your view. you looked back at the man who was blushing madly, the glasses not doing him any favors.
“wow, uh.. you look really.. nice tonight.” callahan stumbled on his words, a small laugh escaping your throat. you looked back at him with a bright smile, admiring how much he looked nervous to talk to you.
“a little different than what i wear, huh?” you responded back to callahan. he nodded and laughed loudly, almost too awkwardly. he realized he was laughing way too loud, and then he stopped. he looked down awkwardly, and all you could do was laugh back at him. callahan was always too nervous, or too awkward for you to have a straight faced conversation with him. bless his heart, though. he really did try.
“i guess you could say that,” callahan spoke, sipping on his own drink, looking you up and down. it was adorable, almost like a schoolboy crush. and then the song ‘faithfully’ by journey started to play, making callahan all that much more nervous. he looked down and with his free hand and rubbed the back of his neck, only before asking a question. “um.. would you mind dancing with me?” callahan then asked, you looking at him with a smile. you couldn’t say no. he was being really sweet.
“of course, phil. you don’t have to ask me twice,” you replied with a smile. callahan’s eyes lit up and he slowly placed his drink down on the table closest to the two of you, only before hsitantly placing his hands on your waist. he looked really nervous. it made you laugh softly. “i don’t bite.” you responded to the way he was hesitantly holding onto you. you then placed your own drink down and wrapped your arms around his neck. you looked at him, and he could only smile back at you.
little did you know, the grump finally emerged from his office. clad in still his uniform, he waltzed out and looked at all the townfolk. he nodded at them with a straight face and made his way to the coffee maker. he made himself yet another cup of coffee (the 10th one that day, probably), before peering around the station. he noticed you, and your arms around callahan. the officer was looking down at you, laughing at something you said. the chief did his best to ignore the way you flirting with callahan, and instead tried his best to focus on the coffee.
jim was one of those guys that did what he wanted to do. he was an alcoholic, a pill popper. fluttered with the responsibilites of being chief of police. no one called him jim, unless it was his friends. he liked the title, ‘chief’, especially when it rolled off your lips. you really did try to be as innocent as you could, but even jim knew that wasn’t the case. you flirted with him almost everyday, and of course jim would only respond with a nod in response. it was wrong to have any sort of feelings for you, so the thoughts that rummaged through his mind everyday about you were slammed in the back of his mind. that was until you decided to show up today in the sluttiest outfit you could have ever picked out.
“seriously, you look.. really good. i’m sure you have the eyes of every townfolk in here,” jim heard the voice of callahan say to you, the chief trying his best not to easedrop. but he couldn’t help it. it was you for god’s sake. “i mean.. even all the married men! ted is looking at you right now, trying to be happy with his wife.” you laughed at phil’s words, and you rolled your eyes. jim was practically sick to his stomach from the words being exchanged. one more thing, and he swore he was going to rip you out of callahan’s arms-
“you’re too cute, phil.” those were the words you spoke that caused jim to have a small little temper tantrum. jim then immediately stormed over and made his way over to the two of you, a small snicker escaping his throat.
“that’s it, (y/n). i need to see you in my office. right now.” jim spoke up, your eyes going wide at the words of the chief. he looked you up and down, and clearly aggrivated about something. you looked at him, too. he seemed stressed and tired, and maybe something in his mind had finally snapped about you. you finally got the chief’s attnetion.
“what- what did i even do, jim? i mean, uh.. chief.” you spoke back at jim who only rolled his eyes and made his way to his office. you looked back at callahan who sadly nodded at you, going back to his own drink. you let out a drastic sigh and slowly followed jim into his office. you walked in and he was sitting down on his desk, peering up at you with those angry hooded eyes he ever wore. but he was never this angry when he looked at you.
“shut the door,” jim spoke and you did what he asked before looking back at him. you swallowed past the lump in your throat, ready to get yelled at by your boss. “what made you think wearing that slutty outfit was okay?” jim asked you again, his arms crossed against his chest as he leaned back against the chair. you shook your head and laughed, looking back at him.
“there’s not a rule i can wear something sexy, is there?” you asked jim now, actually kind of upset. what gave him the right to tell you what you could wear? oh yea, he’s your boss. but you were right. there wasn’t a rule that said you couldn’t be a slut for christmas.
“there is. my station, my rules,” jim responded to your snappy response. he clearly wasn’t very happy to what he walked out to. “secondly, where the hell is your professionism? you’re flirting with your coworker. that is also not tolerated.” jim shook his head after he stated this, running his hand through his hair.
“i didn’t see that in the employee handbook,” you replied to jim about the rule your ever so loving chief demanded you. “secondly, i wasn’t flirting with callahan. he was flirting with me, and i thought it was adorable. so you can shove it, mr. chief of police.” you finally responded with rage, irritated about the sudden burst of rage coming from jim. it was unfair. he couldn’t tell you who you could or couldn’t flirt with. you were a young and attractive girl, able to flirt with whoever you wanted. especially when your crush that just scolded you wasn’t into you.
“where the fuck did i say you could backsass me?” jim finally spoke only before he stood up. he looked at you with one fell look, your eyes widening slowly. you still believe in everything you said, despite his small temper tantrum. but the way he towered over you, demanding you respect him, was turning you on. you couldn’t lie. this was your crush, and he could do anything he wanted to you and you would still think he was hot. maybe even hotter than before.
jim looked at you again. and this time, it was different. almost like he was trying desperately to not touch you. and that was exactly what he was doing. thoughts of the two of you being alone in his office. the way you wore that skimpy outfit. the way you looked innocent as ever, even with that stupid outfit. he didn’t realize until now, but he had it bad. bad for you, that was.
“well, jim, i don’t about you, but i’d like to get some more attention,” you spoke with a small smirk, hoping to rise more and more anger out of him. he seemed the type to bottle up his feelings until he snapped. especially when you just called him jim. that was a no no. “so enjoy your paperwork, i’m heading back.” you said one last time before you turned your back onto the chief, and jim at this point had enough. he was sick of hiding it. he wanted you for him, and him only.
jim had grabbed your arm before you got out of reach, turning you back to him. he then squeezed your cheeks together, bringing you closer to him. you looked up at him with wide eyes, and jim could only look back down at you with an angry cold stare.
“you’re not fucking going anywhere,” jim stated before he brought your lips to his, kissing you hard and rough. even though he was still behind his desk, he still was close enough to get to your lips in no time. your eyes widened at the sudden reaction. you did it. you had finally gotten the eyes you ever so wanted on you. and you alone. you finally relaxed into the kiss, you kissing him back just as rough. you needed him just as bad as he needed you. he then released the grip he had on you and made sure you looked at him in the eyes. “you want to be dressed like a slut? you get treated like one.” jim then smacked your face, it stinging pretty good but also felt good. it was weird. you flinched softly at the reaction of him slapping you.
jim had then managed to appear from behind his desk, his hand still cupped on your face. before you knew it, he was suddenly behind you, and bending you over his desk. he didn’t care about the god damn paperwork. he was going to punish you while making you his. his and his only.
jim had then managed to fold up your dress right past your ass, your cheeks on full display for him. you let out a surprised gasp at the sudden coldness.
“you really are a slut, aren’t you? no fucking panties. disgusting,” the chief spoke and you could only smirk at the response. jim then grabbed the back of your head and forced it down onto the desk, you struggling slightly. you weren’t expecting quite a reaction like this from him, but you didn’t mind. suddenly, you felt his hand on your bottom. the cold digits of his fingertips rubbing around the soft skin, before there was a ‘smack’. you flinched at the way it hurt, but it felt good. you felt yourself getting even more wet for your boss, and you enjoyed it. “count.” jim had then spoke, the way his voice carried with demand.
“o-one.” you whispered out, before there was another smack onto your bottom. “three!” you yelled out this time, much louder since that smack was much more painful than the last. this kept going until you reached the number 10. “t-ten!” you screamed out, and jim immediately cupped your mouth with his hand.
“shut your fucking mouth. wouldn’t want to get caught, now would we, slut?” jim asked with the same cold and angry stare he had wore before. suddenly, he made you get off the desk and force you onto your knees. “sluts get the ‘on your knees’ treatment. and if you’re good enough, you’ll get rewarded.” jim looked down at you are he unbuckled his uniform pants, letting them drop. he then let his boxers drop, looking down at you with his cock in his hand. he was average size, but it was quite thick. you swallowed past the lump in your throat at the sudden cock in your face.
suddenly, jim’s hips were now thrusting into your face, his cock deep inside your throat. you gagged slightly with the way it hit the back of your throat, your lips parting as wide as they can so he could fuck your face. you looked up at him as innocent as you possibly could. jim contonued to thrust into your mouth as fast as he could, his eyes darting down at you. you looked so fucking good, being so good for him. he couldn’t wait to make you his.
“f-fuck. you keep being good like this, i’m gonna cum way too fucking fast,” jim blurted out, and instantly stopped what he was doing. he looked down at you and held his cock deep inside your throat, watching as you gagged on him. he thrusted out of you, watching as your saliva was hanging off of his cock and off your delicious lips. he then made you stand up, your knees weak from how long you’ve been sitting on them. jim’s lips attacked yours, kissing you hard and passionate again. he then pulled away and made you bend over again. but this time, he was going to make you his. “you’re fucking mine. mine and only mine.”
jim then folded up your dress again, your ass on full display. he playfully rubbed your pussy, making you even more wet for the man above you. you moaned softly at the way his thick fingers played with your folds, a small chuckle escaping jim’s throat. that was probably the first time you heard such a laugh from the chief.
“you’re so desperate to get fucked, huh, slut? or are you that desperate to fuck your chief of police?” jim spoke lowly into your ear, your soft moans escaping your throat. clearly, it had always been him. you wanted nothing more than your chief to fill you up and make you his. you thrusted pathetically into his hand, needing more friction. jim then stopped and slapped your pussy, making you flinch from the way it felt. “nuh-uh. take my cock and i’ll see how good you are to cum.” jim spoke and finally, it came full circle. he spat onto his hand to create some lube and lifted his cock. he slowly thrusted into you, your walls grabbing his, making it a perfect and tight fit.
“oh, fuck- jim!” you moaned out. you then received an ass smack from jim, his tongue clicked against the roof of his tongue. clearly, that was not what he wanted to hear.
“what the fuck did you just call me?” jim hoarsely responded in your ear, grabbing your throat so your face could be closer to his. you flinched and he didn’t pull out or thrust into you. he just stopped everything he was doing alltogether.
“i-i mean~ chief. chief.” you responded back, and you felt his cock twitch inside you. bingo. he let out a relaxed sigh before keeping your face where it was, slowly thrusting up into you.
“that’s a good girl. taking my cock so good,” jim praised you, his thrusts going as slow as ever. for the first couple minutes, it felt good. it felt perfect. the man that you chased after for so long was finally keeping his eye on you, and now he wanted to make you his. before you knew it, he then started to get more excited. his thrusts turned slow and passionate to now faster. and then faster. and then it was at a rapid pace you felt like you were going to explode. “you’re mine. and i’m going to fucking make sure of it.” jim groaned in your ear. he was sweating all over, his palms digging into your ass as his face was rested into the crook of your neck. you felt your own orgasm piling into you, your pussy throbbing with a desire to release.
“ch-chief i’m gonna.. fuck, i’m gonna cum..” you moaned out, your palms gripped onto his desk. all that could be heard in the office was grunts and moans, and the squeakiness of the desk. skin slapping skin was also heard, and you don’t know if the people from the party could hear or not. and honestly you didn’t care. the reason you wore this stupid dress was for jim, and he finally noticed you. you weren’t going to stop because someone heard the two of you fucking.
“not yet, baby. fuck.. not yet. be a good girl and hold on for me.. for just.. one.. moment..” jim wanted the two of you to cum together, symbolizing that you really were going to be his. so you listened, and held off for as long as you could. after a few more minutes, jim was just now starting to realize he was about to cum. he wanted to cum inside you, but he couldn’t risk having a baby with you just yet. “fuck.. you on- you on the pill?” jim asked you, and you quickly nodded. you needed his seed deep inside you.
“yes- fucking.. yes, chief. please, please, cum inside me.. i need- i need you..” you moaned out, and jim was finally at ease. and instead, he didn’t want you calling him chief anymore.
“urgh-it’s jim. now fucking- be a good girl, and-and cum for me. cum on my fucking cock.” jim groaned in your ear, and just from that sentence alone, you came. you felt yourself tighten up and your whole body tensing up.
“fuck, fuck, jim- i-i’m cumming..” you moaned out, feeling the way you came on his cock. jim felt it too, and with that feeling, he felt himself release into you. his seed filled you up and his thrusts came to a slow, riding out both yours and his orgasms.
“holy.. shit..” jim whispered out after the two of you finally slowed down. his body plopped against yours out of exhaustion, and the two of you realized just how much you needed each other. jim was able to finally crawl off of you and pulled himself out you. his cum was spilling outside your pussy, and this he thought was the hottest thing ever. “i’m gonna.. clean you up and then.. you go back out there. with my cum rolling down your leg.” jim panted out before he pulled up his boxers and pants. he clasped the belt back on before finding some tissues on his desk. he then reached down and wiped off some of his cum that ended up rolling down your leg. you hummed softly at the way he cleaned your up, and the comment of his cum rolling down your leg at the party.
“thank.. you.” you whispered before slowly standing from the desk. you realized how weak your knees were just then, the feeling of you just wanting to go to bed was in the air. maybe you’ll just dip out. after all, you had gotten what you wanted.
Prompt: butcher x reader x soldier boy? where soldier boy's been frozen for so long he can't get himself off, reader decides to help and butcher walks in, and reader encourages him to help too?
A/N: So, I adjusted this slightly, just because I try to keep as in character as I can - I don't necessarily think Butcher would ever participate in a threesome with SB, but this sounded fun and I instantly had an idea so I hope you still like it!
Warning: Sex, swearing
(It's straight up smut, honestly)
"It's not a problem!", Soldier Boy yelled, getting visibly irritated at Y/N, "I was fucking frozen! Maybe you should be trying to help!", he snapped, tilting his head as Y/N grinned. "Okay", she shrugged and wrapped her hands around his stiff dick, "Let me help then", she teased, and he raised his eyebrow, a smirk spreading across his lips and she slowly began stroking him, then lowering to her knees to gently suck the tip.
"Fuck", he groaned and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. Y/N continued going between sucking and stroking, speeding up, slowing down, keeping a grip on him as he began pushing himself deeper into her mouth and grunting in pleasure.
It didn't take long before Soldier Boy yanked Y/N up and began ripping her clothes off, starting with her shirt, one pull and it was on the ground. He roughly groped her breast and shoved his other hand between her legs, pushing, then easily pushed her pants and panties to the ground, forcing two fingers inside of her, grinning down at her as she let out a gasp of pleasure and pain. Y/N gripped his member once again and began stroking it quickly, keeping with the pace of his fingers inside of her.
"Whoa-o", came a loud voice from the doorway, stopping Y/N in her tracks and trying to pull back from Soldier Boy, which he refused to let her. "Sorry mate, had no idea", Butcher said, his face turned away from Y/N and Soldier Boy.
"Wait!", Y/N shouted, "You can help!", she insisted. "The fuck I can!", he yelled back, now looking directly at her like she was a nut.
Soldier Boy still had his hand between her legs and was also staring at her like she was nuts.
"No! Not like on him, but obviously there's some assistance needed", she rolled on, "He hasn't been able to, y'know, get off, since he was frozen. Maybe it'd help to have something else", she suggested, shrugging and realizing how weird it probably sounded, especially since part of it was very much due to her attraction to Butcher.
"No!", Butcher yelled, his face contorted in disgust and confusion.
"Wait", Soldier Boy started, "She might be on the right track. Orgies were always my favorite thing anyway. It could help", he nodded, and they both looked at Butcher, who was still stuck in absolute confusion.
"I am not touching any part of him!", he spat, as if he were the only sane person in the room. "You won't", Soldier boy assured him, "I'll bend her over. You take her mouth, I'll take her pussy", he nodded, as if it were the greatest idea in the world.
Y/N move away from Soldier Boy and towards Butcher, him watching her every move, "Just focus on me. Please. It'd make him so much easier to deal with", she softly pleaded, and he shook his head and sighed, "I don't think this is a good idea. It's too fucking weird", he argued, and Y/N slid her hands to his pants, gently tugging at him to come with her. He continued looking at her like she was nuts, but slowly moved with her.
She pulled him to the edge of the bed, then she climbed on backwards, her hands holding onto his pants and beginning to unbutton them and pill his partly hard dick out of his pants. He grabbed his forehead like he couldn't believe this was happening, but allowed her to slide his cock into her warm mouth, softly sucking.
Soldier boy climbed onto the bed behind Y/N, grabbing her hips and forcing himself into her soaking wet pussy.
"Don't worry about him", Soldier Boy chuckled as he pulled Y/N back into his arms, "He's just sour because I got the best part", he laughed and sighed comfortably. He kissed her forehead softly, then laid his head on hers, "Just like the old days", he nodded, staring off. "We'll go for another in a few", he said assuringly before laying back with his arms behind his head.
Y/N moaned and sucked onto Butcher harder, as Soldier Boy slammed roughly into her, holding her hips in place to get exactly how he wanted it. He moved his hand forward and began rubbing her clit, pounding as hard as he could.
Y/N sucked harder and faster onto Butcher, getting more turned on with every moan and grunt from his mouth. He grabbed her head and stared down at just her as he began thrusting into her mouth, using her throat as his personal toy.
Moans and grunts flew through the room and both men pounded into Y/N who was throbbing and cumming as if it were a sport. Her entire body craved both men just using her and taking advantage of her. Soldier Boy, who was practically destroying her, began to slow his thrusts, but kept them rough, nearing his finish, and Y/N attempted to push her hips back onto him further to help him, while Butcher also slowed, watching his own cock slowly moving in and out of Y/N's mouth, looking directly into her eyes and beginning to fasten his pace once again.
Y/N felt Soldier Boy push his whole member inside of her and cum, holding her hips still as he emptied inside of her.
As she attempted to hold still for Soldier Boy, Butcher gripped her throat and pounded into her mouth, staring at her all the while, until he finally filled her mouth and throat with his cum, then pulling back almost immediately.
Soldier Boy had just pulled out and laid back, "What's wrong? Don't wanna stick around?", he chuckled, and Butcher ignore him as he buttoned his pants and adjusted himself. Y/N swallowed and sat up, watching him move towards the door, "This didn't happen", he ordered while looking at Y/N and stepped out, closing the door behind him.
Reader quickly gets turned on when she’s getting pat down by Hopper during a traffic stop which leads to him fucking her from behind while her hands cuffed behind her back😩🤤
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18+ mature content • mdni
summary: A little reckless driving on NYE leads to Chief Hopper patting you down and taking advantage of what he finds.
tags: mentions of drug use & substance abuse, impaired driving, outdoor / semi-public sex, unprotected sex because it’s fiction
word count: 887
The scent of marijuana was too strong to ignore. Halfway through the two mile drive home, you took a turn too fast and caught the attention of an idling Jim Hopper, Chief of Hawkins Police. You heard rumors around town about him before, perhaps he would be lenient on your New Year’s Eve error. It was minutes before midnight, after all.
Hopper’s flashlight stung your eyes. This part of the road lacked any street lamps or houses. The outcome wasn’t looking great. As you exited the vehicle, you took notice of how tall the man stood. His face was handsome up close. Even in the darkness. You were still in your skimpy party dress. Hopper’s eyes wandered, taking in the sight of the young lady in front of him. He didn’t recognize you. A stranger.
Unbeknownst to you, Hopper was having a chaotic night of his own. His head was swirling with scotch and unlabeled pills. He dreaded the start of each year for reasons held close to his chest.
“You said you live where?” The policeman probed.
“Like a mile from here. Not far really. I just needed to get home from a party.”
Hopper sighed. You were probably more competent to maneuver a vehicle at the moment than he was. Nonetheless, he had to communicate his authority.
“You got any more weed on you? Hm?” Hopper gruffly pressed.
“No, sir. I smoked a joint earlier in my car but that was it. You can feel me up.”
“I can do my job, thank you.” He cut in.
Hopper took his hands and patted your tight outfit. He believed your statement, but selfishly wanted to feel the curves of your body. It was clean. The large hands on your hips were making you horny. If he was the man others said he was, he could be persuaded.
“You can check under my dress, too,” your voice was coy. Less shaky.
All of a sudden, his mind went to the restrained sensation in his crotch.
“Yeah?” He questioned.
With a rough hand, he lifted the hem of your dress and felt for your panties. The fabric felt damp and warm. He pushed them aside and let your wetness feel his fingers.
“It’s almost midnight. I’ll let you off if you…do something for me.” His voice was low and dark.
“Anything, Chief.” you moaned a little as his fingers inserted into your eager pussy.
“Driving out here while high is reckless. I’m gonna cuff you and fuck some sense into you, then I’ll let you leave. Nobody will know. Got it?”
He was working your clit. You were squirming against the metal of your car.
“Yes, deal.”
Hopper was rough. He cuffed you just as he said he would. The metal restraints were snug on your wrists. His car was shut off and he pinned you against your car in the darkness. In your inebriated state, you briefly wondered if anyone could hear you two out here. The notion quickly left. What could happen? You were getting fucked by the police anyway.
BANG!
Oh shit, the fireworks!
BOOM! POP!
Hopper undid his belt and untucked the khaki shirt of his uniform. Your dress was lifted and your panties were pushed aside. Pussy dripping. He forced his fat cock into your easy little slit. You gasped at his length, how full you felt. How vulnerable you were in his cuffs. His thrusts were urgent. He didn’t give a second thought about you at the moment, he was too preoccupied with using this hot body as a cum dump.
He pounded into you, groaning and vocal. His hips carried his weight with each stroke. You let yourself whine and whimper as well, the lustful exchange was muted to the rest of the world under the loud cascade of fireworks. It may have been the weed, but it felt as though Hopper’s cock was perfect for your flesh. Made to fuck you like this. Your face was pressed against the car, gasping for air as he continued to abuse your cunt.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re gonna make me bust.”
Hopper had not bluffed yet. He pulled your hips in, bottoming his shaft out in you. He held you still as he released his seed into you. His dick twitched and pulsated, and you felt his ejaculate coating your walls within. When he was done pumping you full, he spanked your ass and withdrew his cock. Semen leaked out of you and made a mess on your panties and thighs. Hopper unlocked the handcuffs and helped you fix your dress. Multicolored fireworks continued to blast in the distance beyond the tree line.
Hopper zipped himself back up and pulled you close. His breath was heavy and winded. He kissed you, and now you could taste the liquor on his mouth as his tongue entered. He pushed you off gently yet abruptly.
“This uh, this is between us, alright?” Hopper breathed.
“I’m a steel vault,” you winked.
“That pussy of yours is pretty tight, that’s for sure.”
Hopper had his hands resting on his hips.
“Maybe you should stretch it some more, Chief Hopper.”
You entered your car.
“Are you going to make it home okay?” He asked with genuine concern.
summary: Hopper’s in the doghouse and makes it up to you. // master list here
tags: oral sex, fluff, boyfriend hopper, face sitting, getting frosted like a toaster strudel
word count: 1.8k
Jim Hopper, with his pretty alpine blue eyes and handsome biceps, had a tendency to be an asshat. Sure, you loved him. Most days you even really liked him. Hopper’s job as the Chief of Hawkins Police was not exactly the most gritty assignment. Nonetheless, the role came with tedious administrative paperwork and repetitious visits to various trouble spots around town. Despite possessing an incredible intellect in his work, you found that he could be forgetful and aloof.
Last night he was supposed to call you after his shift but instead forgot and most likely got sloshed watching Miami Vice. You had a hard time trying to fall asleep. You got up and stomped over to the phone on your wall a few times, but controlled your frustration. Hopper needed to make amends with you first.
——
Morning sunshine filled the kitchen. You were up early, still feeling a little hurt that Hopper forgot to call. You sat at the breakfast nook, taking a few extra minutes to sip on your dark coffee before heading out the door.
knock, knock, knock.
The metallic net screen door thumped on the more solid wood behind it. You walked over and peeked out the window.
Of course it was him. In his large hands was a pink, rectangular box.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” Hopper lightly knocked again.
knock, knock.
He spoke loud enough to clearly hear him through the door.
“I forgot about last night, it got late and I was tired and I rea-“
You opened up the main door and pushed the screen door ajar, your feet standing on the threshold of the house.
Hopper was in his long-sleeved khaki uniform, wearing the shirt that had a small grease stain above his nameplate.
“You didn’t call me”, you whined. You stepped out of the screen door and onto the concrete step.
“I know sweetheart, and I’m sorry that-
“Are those for me?” You gestured to the pink box of doughnuts. Hopper frequently took advantage of your affinity with sweet treats to earn boyfriend points.
“They’re fresh. I thought we could share some breakfast, you know? I got the maple ones you like.”
He handed you the box. You opened the lid and the sweet scent filled your nose. The half dozen of fresh doughnuts looked more enticing than usual.
“Thank you but I need to head to work, Jim. You hurt my feelings last night.” You grabbed a doughnut and took a big bite. It was airy and light. The frosting was still wet.
“Let me make it up to you tonight.” Hopper’s voice became lower and softer. It drew a reaction from your body. He leaned closer to you, and placed a kiss on your forehead. His mustache gently brushed your skin.
“My place, ‘round six, what do ya’ say? He pulled back, flashing a smile you couldn’t resist. He grabbed a strawberry doughnut and shoved a bite into his mouth. Maybe his mouth would enjoy the spoils of another pink box tonight.
“You are so lucky you are handsome” You playfully pushed his sternum with your hand, and walked to your sedan.
“Six o’clock!” He called, voice half muffled by the pastry.
——
When you pulled up to Hopper’s, he was outside smoking a Camel. He was wearing your favorite shirt of his, a busy pink and green button up. Of course, he left the upper button undone, accentuating his totally exposed neck. His hair was freshly brushed back, still slightly damp from the shower. The ensemble was brutally sexy.
“There’s my girl.” He blew some smoke through his nose and discarded his cigarette on a large black ash tray.
He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into an embrace. You could smell a lingering scent of shaving cream. He cleaned up his face, save for his mustache.
Upon entering the home, you quickly deduced that he purchased red wine, and likely intended to cook a hefty protein for dinner later.
“You know Jim, I think I’m craving a little dessert before dinner.” You said softly, placing your hand on his sleazy collar.
“Just a little?” he asked at a whisper.
Hopper grabbed the small of your waist and pulled you into a passionate kiss. His lips felt soft and warm. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, and with every movement you felt more of the world melt away. His hands squeezed your ass. You were excited to show off the skimpy little thong you wore for him. You whimpered as he briefly pulled his lips away from yours. You started planting kisses on his neck. With a quick reposition of his arms, Hopper lifted you up onto his hips and carried you to the bedroom.
Hopper carefully tossed you down onto the mattress. It was amazing how easy he could manipulate your frame. He kicked off his boat shoes. Hopper began to unbutton his shirt frantically. You tossed your shoes aside. He began to undo his belt and jeans. You slipped off your top layers, revealing the matching lace set underneath. The bulge in his boxers was begging to come out to play.
“You look so hot, babygirl.” he muttered.
“This was what you ignored yesterday, by the way” you laughed as you removed your bra only.
“You have my attention. All night.” He removed his boxers at last, and moved onto the bed, pinning you down as he stroked his cock against your panties.
He then took his hand and pushed the lace fabric aside, testing how wet you were. With two fingers he rubbed your clit, causing you to buck your legs a little. Hopper got onto his knees to pull down your panties before tossing them to the floor. As much as you desired him to start pounding you out, you wanted to make him work for it.
You directed him to lay on his back. You straddled his dick and moved your hips at a painfully slow pace. He groaned and reached up to grasp at your breasts. Your slick pussy felt so good against him. Why not make it feel even better?
Pushing his hands aside, you removed the pillow that was cradling him. You carefully placed your knees on either side of his head. His warm breath blew onto your clit. Hopper firmly placed his hands on your hips, holding you as you rode his face. The flat of his tongue worked hard, moving back and forth between your tender folds, stopping only to suck at your swollen clit. It took focus on your part to keep your balance.
You grasped at his soft brown hair, legs beginning to tremble. His tongue mercilessly lapped at your juices. His hands gripped your hips so tightly. You missed Hopper’s beard but his shaven skin felt so good as he ate your pussy. You needed to cum right onto his mouth.
“Oh my God. Don’t stop, don’t stop…” you moaned.
Your body was flooded with the orgasmic wave. Hopper continued to suck on your clit as you squirmed. His When your eyes came back into focus, you dismounted his face. You looked down to find his chin coated in your wetness. He wiped at his wiry mustache.
“I’m not done with you.” he growled.
Hopper pushed you onto your back and stroked at his cock. You could see precum glistening on the tip. He took his right hand and immediately drove two fingers into you. You were still so sensitive from the work his mouth did.
“Yeah? You going to cum for me again?”
You were so lost in pleasure you couldn’t find any words. It was so fun being Jim Hopper’s little fuck toy. His fingers moved faster, and his big blue eyes locked onto yours. Even as he pushed you to another wicked orgasm, you felt safe.
“Cum for me.” he said sternly.
Boy, did you obey. Your body shuddered with pleasure more overwhelming than before. You couldn’t help but squirt onto his hand and onto the soft bedsheets. Your soft walls squeezed and twitched involuntarily.
“Yeah, atta girl.” Hopper smiled, proud of what a slutty mess you were for him and only him.
Still locking eyes with you, he removed his hand from your aching hole and sucked the sticky mess off his fingers. His skin was beginning to show a light sheen of sweat.
You flipped onto your hands and knees, showing off your dripping pussy and tight asshole.
“Please stretch me.” you begged. You flipped your body over to be fucked from behind.
“What was that?” he asked, rubbing a hand from your neck, down your arched back, and across your ass. He positioned himself at your entrance. His cock pressed against your hole. Your face was turned to the right, pressed against the bed.
“I need you inside of me. I need your cock to stretch me out.”
He pushed his tip inside of you, and then out. He pushed three inches in, and then out. What a tease. You tried to shift back onto him but he held you firmly in place. He pushed more inches in, and then out. Finally he pushed his entire cock into you.
Hopper pounded you. Your back was arched as far as you could make it. His cock was so deep into you, massaging your flesh, tapping your cervix. You felt helpless. You thought about how it would feel to have him hold you down and impregnate you like this.
“Hell yeah, oh- ah- you feel so fucking good” he gasped between exasperated breaths.
He continued to fuck you hard and fast. Hopper’s noises of pleasure became louder, he let several hot moans escape. You knew you’d be sore the next day. He was so much taller and larger than you. Your pussy was leaking onto your thighs, and probably into his balls and tawny brown bush. The room was filled with the music of your bodies meeting. Not a thought came thought your mind that wasn’t about him.
He softened his thrusts, but maintained a quick pace. You did your best to squeeze you walls around him as he fucked you. He then, without warning, yanked himself out of you and without speaking, flipped you onto your back. He roughly pulled you by your legs, spreading you. He thrusted back into you, putting a lot of weight behind every stroke.
“You’re gonna…make me cum….” he grunted between pauses.
He slipped out of you and grasped his shaft as thick ropes of his cum splattered onto your soft stomach, breasts, and even some of your hair. His face scrunched up as he rode out his climax. Sweat glistened on his large gorgeous body.
Hopper stumbled off the bed to grab his damp shower towel. He carefully wiped his mess off of your soft skin as he caught his breath. He collapsed onto the left side of the bed, lying face up. His chest heaved like a horse after a tough lap. Your breathing was just as labored but your body felt relaxed and loose. You scooted closer to him and wrapped yourself onto his right side. He felt hot and sweaty, but all you wanted was to be in his skin. He placed his arm around you.
Summary: The aftermath of what Hopper caught you and Steve doing...
Warnings: some swearing, mentions of sex and nothing
Part 1
You were waiting on the couch one light bouncing up and down your dad got a call at 2 am for some case and he wasn't going to be back until noon but as you woke up and headed to the kitchen, there was a note on your fridge: "The second I get back we're talking." you say and ripped the note trying to forget about all the ways he could be murdering Steve right now. Eventually El woke up so you made waffles for the both of you and then she headed off to "Max's" (AKA Mike's) place.
Now it was 12:05 pm and there was still no sign of his police shop. And as you jinxed it, Hopper walked in leaving his hat on the kitchen counter. He takes one look at you and sighs then it's opposite to you on the couch. "Are you gonna start talking or should I assume the worst and ground you till you're 40?"He says. "Oh that's dramatic-" He cut you off before you can plead your case. "Dramatic? I caught Steve Harrington fucking you my daughter by the way if you didn't know and using MY window to enter and escape MY house." He yells out. "Technically he used the front door to get out."You winced slightly.
"Not the point". He sighed, standing up, pacing. "How long?" He asks sternly. "A few months" You whispered. "MONTHS?" He yells out. "Dad don't freak out-" "Oh I am way past freaking out right now" He mutters, eyes widening a little. You held your hands up. "We were going to tell you." He let out a humourless laugh. "When? If you accidentally got pregnant?" He shot back. You couldn't think of a comeback. He got you there. "Harrington of all people, what part of no dating was not clear to you, and even if you did date, couldn't you have found someone decent?"
Your head shot up. "Steve is descent". Hopper raises an eyebrow. "He snuck in your room." You scrunch your nose. "Yea that part's not great but it was his idea..." He give THE look. "...and partially mine." You finish. He sat down again, his hand on his face like he couldn't take this second hand embarrassment anymore. "Does he treat you right". The question caught you off guard but you shake your head without hesitation. "And you really truly like him?" He asked, every word breaking him a little more than the last.
"Yea" You whispered. He nods his head, knowing whatever he's going to say next will make him regret everything. "Fine, but if he hurts you even in the slightest way possible-" Now it was your turn to cut him off. "Yea, yea, murder him, you're the police and can cover it up, no trace, I heard the speech." He gave you an offended look. "You're still grounded by the way." Your jaw drops. "For what?!" He takes a deep breath. "For lying, for sneaking around for...everything." You groan. "This is so unfair you let El bring Mike over." Hopper stands up to grab a beer.
"At least he uses our front door." You tried not to laugh, you really did. "Okay, fine that's actually fair." Your dad hums in response turning the TV on in the slight victory he had.
summary: stepdaddy Jim fucks you in the kitchen while your mother and siblings are in the next room.
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Your parents broke up when you were fourteen, so you weren't exactly used to your mother having a man in the house.
Mom and Jim had been married for nearly a year now. You'd come home from college for the wedding, was even bridesmaid for mom as the only daughter — but other than that, you hadn't really spent much time with your stepdad.
You'd known him from around Hawkins from growing up there. Chief of Hawkins police station. You remembered him coming into school when you were a freshman to give some talk about not doing drugs.
Mom was also pretty good friends with him in highschool and you knew that he was heavily involved with helping Will get back home when he was kidnapped — a story you were surprisingly told little about despite him being your baby brother.
But now, that you were home from college for the summer, mom wanted to have a family dinner with all of you. Jim, you, Her, Jonathan, Will and your new stepsister El with the weird hair and who barely spoke.
You found it kind of weird. Acting like a big family now with two people you barely knew. It wasn't exactly like you and your own family acted like much of one before Jim came along. But you decided to put on the new gingham dress you'd bought on the weekend and a tight smile for your mom's sake. And now, as you sat between Jonathan and your stepdad at the dinner table, you felt his eyes on you.
Hoppers eyes.
And you, every once in a while would look back.
You didn't understand where the staring was coming from, but what you did know, was that Jim was sexy.
Like, really sexy.
Of course you knew it was inappropriate that you were thinking about him like this, but you couldn't help it. Not when his eyes lingered a little too long on your neck, or when your legs brushed under the table.
But what was really inappropriate, was what you did next.
You didn't know what gave you the confidence to do it. Maybe it was the beer you'd had at dinner, or maybe just some fucked up daddy issues rooted deep in your soul.
You slipped your flip-flop off of your left foot and shifted your leg a little closer to hoppers under the table until your red painted toes brushed off his leg.
Everyone at the table was already deep in conversation. Will, Mom and Jonathan discussing school stuff, El trying to join in even though from what you knew, she didn't go to school for whatever reason.
Your eyes remained on your plate - watching your fork play with the chicken casserole mom had made. but you could feel Jim stiffen. His leg tensing beneath the table, against your foot. You subtly hooked your foot under the leg of his jeans, the tip of your toe tracing the hairy skin there.
"So, what about you, honey? I feel like you've barely said two words since you got home." Your mom's voice interrupted, making you snap your foot away from Jim's leg.
"What?" You asked, completely caught off guard.
Mom chuckled, a little playful roll of her eyes. "Your listening skills are worse than grandpas. We were talking about school." She said like it was obvious — which it would have been if you weren't touching up her husband under the table.
"Oh. Yeah. Yeah, it's been good. Nothing to report." You said, taking a bite out of your casserole.
"No boyfriend yet?" She asked, a little teasing smile and glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"Mom! No, no. No-boyfriend yet." You said, noticing the way Will and Jonathan's faces cringed and El looked like she was trying to understand. "God, do you have to ask that everytime I come home?" You said with a shake of your head and a giggle.
"Okay, don't crucify me! I was just asking." She said, holding her hands up in mock surrender. She then went back to whatever she was talking about. You let out a breath through your nose, heart hammering against your ribs. You turned toward Jim who was now sitting with his jaw clenched — but not with anger. Something else. There was a knowing look in his eyes that told you he might've wanted this as much as you randomly felt you did.
So next, instead of using your foot. You moved your hand over to his lap, fingers trailing up to his thigh.
But this time, he didn't stiffen, didn't tense. Just let you. And, when your hand made its way up to palm him through his jeans, you keep feel him hard as a rock. Bulging through his pants. Your breath shifted a little, causing Jonathan to turn to you, but you played it off with a cough. You squeezed a little, biting your lip in an attempt not to laugh, or moan.
And then out of nowhere, Jim stood up- chair scraping against the dining room floor, causing everyone to look up, a little confused. "I think I'll wash up." He said, a small, extremely fake smile on his face.
"Oh, honey. You don't have-"
"Least I can do. Considering you made this. It's okay — how about you help me out? Two hands are better than one." He said, turning to you. Your heart jumped. But you nodded, a tight smile forming o your face too.
"Sure."
You stood up, slipping your flip-flop back on and started gathering plates and cutlery, stacking empty glasses on the plates. And between you and Hop, you had things gathered pretty quickly. You walked to the kitchen, through the door that separated it from the dining room. Hopper followed after. And as soon as the door closed, he was on you. Rough hands dropping the plates onto the counter and taking yours from you, doing the same. He had you caged in with his arms, back pressed against against the cabinet.
"What the fuck was all that in there?" He said, lowly but gruffly, knee pushing between your legs making you gasp.
"I don't know what your talki-"
He cut you off by gripping your throat, thumb pressing against a spot in your throat - enough to make you dizzy but not to cut off your airway. "I think.. you know exactly what I'm talking about." He growled. "That little stunt you pulled in there."
You whined a little - pupils blown, looking between his.
"Just want attention?" He said tauntingly. "That it? Couldn't just be a good girl?"
You couldn't speak - not with his hand on your neck like that. So you just nodded, pathetically. Eyes doey, lips plump. And at that, he released your throat.
He let out a heavy sigh, knee dropping from between your legs. He ran a hand down his face. "You know how fucked up this is?" He asked. "I'm your stepdad."
You just looked down, face flushed, ashamed.
"What am I meant to do with this?"
And then, without thinking you said: "Whatever you want, Jim."
The shift in his features at just those four words was enough to make you squeeze your legs together. Your breath was still ragged - coming out in little gasps from how his hand had come around your neck just moments ago. The heat radiating off him alongside the smell of stale beer and cigarettes was enough to make you dizzy.
"Turn around."
"What-?"
Before you could finish your question, he had you spun around, middle pressed against the counter, hands braced there. He had you bent over before you could even catch your breath, hiking the skirt of your dress up over your back, exposing your bare ass to the cool air of the kitchen. Jim whistled low behind you, a humourless laugh followed. "No panties. And this dress— you wear that for me?"
"No."
SLAP
"Ah! Jim what the fuck was—"
His hand clapped over your mouth before you could finish your protest, his mouth came up to your ear, stubble scratching the side of his face as he whispered roughly into your ear. "Are you fucking crazy? Keep your fucking mouth shut. You want everyone in the goddamn house to know that your stepdads about to fuck you dumb in the kitchen?"
You shook your head no, eyes starting to tear up. It wasn't in fear, not that, just overstimulated. Heat started to pool low in your belly, between your thighs starting to dampen.
You heard the faint clink of a belt unbuckling and the rustle of fabric. You turned your head a little to met with Jim's glistening cock, and god, was he big.
Hung like a goddamn horse. It made you whimper. It was intimidating, you'd never had someone this big with the handful of people you'd slept with.
Jim caught you looking and leaned in, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, the only form of gentleness he'd shown since you both made it to the kitchen.
Then, without warning, he pushed in. One brutal, long thrust that made you cry, but luckily for you, Jim muffled it with his hand before you got each other caught. "Shh, keep that mouth shut. Don't want your mom hearing, yeah?"
You nodded dumbly in response, and Jim took that as an indication to keep going. He thrusted forward again, his clothed hips snapping against your bare ones. He set a devastating pace, one hand gripping your hip, the other over your mouth, letting you drool all over it. Your whimpers and whines you were barely contained and any second, you felt like your mom would burst through the door - or worse, one of your brothers coming in to get some juice and being met with his sister being fucked over the counter by their stepdad.
But right now, it was difficult to be weary of that, not when hoppers cock was dragging against your velvety walls perfectly, hitting that spot inside you that you could only ever reach on your own. You squeaked every time he did, squirming in his grip.
"Wet fuckin' pussy. Just slid right in, didn't even need any prep." He gritted out into your ear. "Is that how bad you wanted it? Touching up my cock with your family watching?" Tsk. "Shoulda just fucked you over the kitchen table, let you drool into your mom's fuckin' casserole."
"Ohh.. Jim, please." You whined against his hand, tears spilling down your face from the intensity of it.
From the wrongness of it all.
"What?" He cooed, brushing a piece of hair back from your face. "You need to come?" He asked, taking his hand away from your face briefly to allow you to talk.
"Yes.. yes please.. wanna come for yo-uu." You whined out. His hand pressed back to your mouth making you groan, despite knowing it was necessary.
"That's okay, doll." He said, hips snapping faster now, a painfully euphoric feeling clouding in your mind. You struggled to keep your head up, if kept lolling forward, but Jim had a firm grip on you, keeping your head upright for him. "You come if you need to."
It was so dirty. His words, his actions. You were a fucking awful daughter. The thought of what was becoming of you was bubbling in the back of your mind, but before you could let it take over, your orgasm crashed over you.
You sobbed into his hand, muffled of course, but loud enough that if there wasn't chatter and the faint sound of the radio from the dining room, everyone would probably hear. Jim fucked you through it, letting you soak his cock in your juices, rubbing your little clit as you cried on his dick. "That's it. Come right on my cock, such a messy girl."
Suddenly he pulled out, rough hand moving furiously over his cock. He let out a low groan, taking his other hand off your hip to use both hands, spitting onto his own cock. Then, he painted your ass. Cumming across your back with a gritted curse. His hips bucked a little as he drained himself completely, little spurts coming out of his aching cock until he was satisfied.
You, in the meantime were collapsed against the kitchen counter, head down, panting like a dog. You knew you'd made a mess and would soon have to waddle out of here with your own cum soaking between your thighs — but right now, you couldn't think about that. Couldn't think about anything other than the fact you knew, this wouldn't be the last time.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | hopper appears at your senior prom and gets jealous when he sees you with your date.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | jim hopper x fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— unprotected sex, large age gap, size kink, reader in high school, jealousy
𝐰𝐜 | 1.6k+
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | listen, reader is technically still in high school, but is 18. if that is not your thing, do not fucking read this.
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━━━━━‧₊˚➛ 「 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 」
Hopper threw down his cigarette and stepped into the Hawkin’s gymnasium that had been transformed into a somewhat cheesy prom dance floor. He watched as seniors shuffled past him in fits of laughter, their dresses flowing as they made their way further into the prom.
It was Jim’s turn to take the prom shift. Every year, someone from the Hawkin’s PD hung around to make sure there were no drunk kids trying to drive home after the dance. It had landed on Hopper this time around and he wasn’t thrilled about it. Especially because he knew he might see you.
And sure enough, as he hovered by the entrance, he spotted your figure in the distance. You were surrounded by other dancing students, smiling brightly at the boy across from you. Hopper thought your bodies were a little bit too close.
You clung to your date's hand as he spun you around, your dress billowing in the wind. The loud sound of a Fleetwood Mac song filled your ears. When the song changed to something a bit slower, the boy grabbed your hands and pulled you into him, making you blush.
You swayed to the beat, a large grin plastered across your face until you looked over your date's shoulder and saw him.
Chief Hopper was hidden in the shadows, leaning against the wall as he stared into the flow of students. His hat hit his expression. Your smile began to fade when you realized he was staring right at you. His brows were furrowed as he stood brooding, fire rising from your feet and through your body.
Your date dipped you back and you looked at him in a bit of a panic. All the while, Hopper could feel his fists clenching.
Was this the boy you told him about?
You tried to steady yourself as you stood back up, leaning into the boy. “I’ll be right back.” You shouted over the music.
“You okay?” He asked, leaning into your neck so you could hear him. His breath on your ear gave you a chill.
“Yep, fine. Just need a drink.”
He nodded and watched you maneuver your way through the overheating bodies.
You grabbed a drink from the punch table and took this moment to look back at Hopper. Except he was no longer lingering by the gym entrance—you couldn’t spot him at all.
You chugged the drink and then threw the cup away, a lingering feeling radiating down to your core. You made your way into the hall. Giggling girls walked past you to go to the bathroom, you gave them a friendly smile as they passed. When they were inside, a hand grabbed your arm and spun you around.
“Hopper,” you mouthed breathlessly as he pulled you towards him.
He looked you up and down, his eyes already darker than usual. “You look nice.” You gave him a tight smile. “He your boyfriend?” He asked. You could smell the faint scent of whisky and cigarettes on his clothes. It made you flutter your eyes closed. “So what if he is?”
Hopper shook his head slightly and grinned, annoyed as he looked you up and down. You suddenly felt insecure under his gaze as he stood silently above you. His weak smile faded and he bent down without warning and picked you up, heaving you into his arms with ease. You flopped onto his shoulder as his arm clung around your butt. “Hopper!”
He grunted as he carried you down the hall before anyone could see, stepping into a dark and abandoned classroom.
He dropped you to your feet and shut the door. “What on earth are you—“
He grabbed you again and pushed you against the wall. His mouth was on yours, kissing you like his life depended on it. Any thoughts of your date left your mind as you wrapped your arms around Jim’s neck, letting his tongue slide into your mouth. His beard tickled your cheek while his hand roamed your body.
He pulled back slightly allowing you to gasp for breath. “Fucking hell,” he grumbled, his lips now attacking your chin and neck.
Your head hung back in pleasure. “Hopper…” you whined. He rolled his hips against you and you stifled a moan. His hands slid up to your breasts and grabbed them through your dress, making you appreciate Hopper’s jealousy.
“Please,” you begged, your underwear already soaking. It was like just the sight of him made you wet, it was your body's natural response to Jim.
He smirked, then kissed your lips again while his hands maneuvered to the back of your dress and pulled the zipper down. You helped him push it off and you kicked it to the side, not really caring if your ripped or ruined it. All you cared about was making sure that Hopper fucked the shit out of you.
He bucked his hips and pushed your back flat against the wall. You pulled away and started to fumble with Hopper’s belt. You felt like your fingers couldn’t move fast enough. Finally, you were able to push his pants down just enough to grab him through his boxers. He grunted at your touch. You pulled the waistband down and wrapped your hand around his hard length, moving slowly. “Fuck, I want you so fucking bad right now,” he growled. You let go of him and pushed your panties down then looked up at him through your eyelashes and he heaved you up so you were level with him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you. He kissed you again, lining himself up with your entrance. You could feel him against you and you whined in impatience. He slowly pushed into you, making you break the kiss to gasp. His head leaned into the crook of your neck as he tried to control himself, giving you time to adjust to his size. God, you were never going to get used to how big he was.
You arched your back, begging him to move. He placed a kiss by your ear and pulled out then pushed right back into you.
You mewled. He had you at just the right angle that he was already hitting your sweet spot. “Love all the pretty little sounds you make.” He thrusted into you again. You were too dazed to say anything. Your eyes closed as he started at a steady pace.
“Mmmm,” you hummed.
Hopper used one hand to move up to your bra and pull it down, letting your hardened nipples escape. He leaned down and kissed them, suckling slightly, making you clench your teeth.
He pulled away and looked down at you. “Your boyfriend fuck you this good?”
That boy was definitely not your boyfriend, but you just shook your head.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growled, his tone darkening.
The slaps of your bodies echoed in the empty room. You moaned. “I’m yours.”
“Only mine.” His words were deep and forceful, his hand rising to wrap gently around your neck. You nodded quickly. “Just—unngh—yours.”
His thumb slid along your jaw while his mouth began to kiss along your collar bone. You bucked your hips against him, both of you letting out a groan in response. “Tell me I’m the only one you make these noises for.”
You groaned when his finger slid across your clit, teasing you. “Only for you, Chief.”
“Jesus,” he mumbled in pleasure. He gripped your hips and began to pump in and out of you faster. Each thrust made you moan. Hopper wasn’t exactly quiet either. You were surprised no one had come looking down the hall for the escaped bear that hid in one of the classrooms.
“I’m—“ you began, but couldn’t finish your sentence. Hopper felt your walls flutter against him, making him lean his head back momentarily.
You began to let long moans out, your eyes squeezed shut. “Look at me,” he demanded.
You opened your eyes, locking with Hopper’s. His thrusts became harder and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You let your body orgasm, your legs shaking and your walls squeezing Hopper’s cock. His brows were furrowed like he was angry as he concentrated on you. He scrunched his face as he let out a dragged-out groan. You felt him spill inside of you. Your mouth fell open, your eyes never leaving Hopper’s as you both reached your high.
Hopper kept thrusting into you, his seed dripping out of you and forming a small puddle on the floor.
“God!” You yelled, your body orgasming again. You gripped Hopper’s shoulders and dug your nails into him. Your legs pulled him against you with every thrust, making him hit you longer and harder.
He began to slow and let his head fall to the crook of your neck. You both were panting, your body still shaking slightly as you both came down.
After a few more lazy pumps, Hopper stopped. His breathing was loud in your ear. He hovered there for a few moments, both of you frozen in time.
Finally, he pulled out and let you slide back down to the floor. Your legs felt weak under you as you tried to balance yourself. Hopper grabbed you and yanked his pants up, then pulled you with him as he sank down to the floor. He had you sat across his lap, his arms wrapped around you and pulling you close into him. He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes. You snuggled into his touch and felt his fingers rubbing small circles on your thigh and back.
He looked down at you. “Didn’t mean to ruin your prom.” He genuinely seemed upset that he had pulled you away from all your friends. He knew how girls felt about prom.
You kissed him, his mustache tickling you, then shut your eyes and laid against his chest, wordlessly telling him that this was way better than any shitty high school prom.
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you get dragged into the police station after you’re caught trying to sneak into a bar. hopper ends up being the cop that deals with you and that's when he notices how short your skirt is. he thinks it's best to teach you a lesson, showing you just what can happen if you wear slutty clothes around town and do dumb shit.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | dark!jim hopper x fem!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— unprotected sex, NON-CON elements, dubious consent, forced sex, age gap, handcuffs, slut shaming, non-con finishing inside, rough sex, dead dove do not eat!
𝐰𝐜 | 2.6
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | read the warnings, this type of fic is not for everyone. You have been warned. .
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Chief Jim Hopper always scared everyone in town. He was big and grumpy–a dangerous combo. Hopper was one of your dad’s friends since your dad was a cop under Hopper’s authority, but he still made you get nervous whenever he was around. He always looked like he was on the verge of bubbling over at the top; like steam could start shooting out of his ears. Or how he always looked like he could knock someone out just for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. So it confused you as to why you found him so hot.
Maybe it was the fear that aroused you; the way you had seen him take down a man with one swift punch before sent shivers up your spine. The way he would gruff at you instead of answering your questions made you wonder if he’d grunt in the same dark way during sex. The way he could get so loud when he was spewing swears at someone who was getting in his way at work intimidated you to no end. It made you shudder in nerves, both from a bit of fright, and also a bit of curiosity.
He was never that aggressive with you though, just the usual grumpy looks and disapproving grumbles. So when you were dragged into the station for trying to sneak into a bar with some of your friends, you weren't as worried as you should have been about having to face him.
Phil Callahan dragged you into the building, dumping you into one of the benches while he knocked on Hopper’s door. You were happy you were able to distract Callahan long enough for your friends to run off, but that meant you had to take one for the team. Fuck, dads gonna kill me, you thought.
It was late, pushing 1 am now, and the station was empty except for you three. Hopper came out of his office behind Officer Callahan and loomed in the doorway, a cigarette hanging between his lips. You gulped, his expression was much harsher than you expected. Maybe this was worse than your dad finding out.
“Want me to take her home? I don’t mind telling Officer (y/l/n) what happened.”
Hopped shook his head, “I’ll take it from here.” Officer Callahan looked back and forth at the staring contest budding between you and Hopper. He finally nodded, a bit reluctantly–Callahan knew Hopper had been drinking and had been in a shitty mood all day, he couldn’t help but have a bad feeling about leaving you with him. But still, he exited the building; he wasn't about to back talk Hopper.
The lights were mostly off, creating an eerie glow around Hopper’s frame. You gulped as he eyed you up and down, his brows furrowed.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” His cigarette muffled some of his words.
You shrugged your shoulders. Honestly, you thought that even if you got caught, it wouldn’t be a big deal since your dad worked for the Hawkin’s PD. But looking back at it, if you knew Hopper would be the one lashing out your punishment, you would have never tried to get into that stupid bar.
He walked over to you, his footsteps loud in the empty building.
“And what the fuck are you wearing?” He asked when he finally took in your entire body. You felt yourself blush as he stared at your exposed legs. He had a point, the skirt was pretty fucking short.
“I—“ you blurted, unsure of how to get yourself out of this one. Hopper’s hand came up to rub his forehead, exhausted from the day's work, and now he had to deal with this bullshit.
His eyes darkened and he tried to keep his thoughts at bay as he looked at you in the handcuffs and that ridiculously short skirt. Fuck, the whiskey coursing through his veins wasn't helping one bit.
The handcuffs were a bit of an overkill, but it was protocol. Callahan danced between the fact that your father might get pissed if he put his daughter in cuffs with the other option, and how it might include him getting pissed that Callahan broke protocol if he didn’t put you in cuffs. It was a tough decision.
“Don’t you know what kind of trouble you can get into wearing shit like that?” His voice boomed off the walls as his hand extended, grabbing your arm and pulling you up off the bench. You sheepishly shook your head.
His fingers dug into your skin making you wince as he dragged you into his office. “You were prancing around town like that this late at night? Jesus, how do you think your dad would have reacted if someone took advantage of you?”
You looked up at him, his expression cynical as he narrowed his eyes, taking a long drag of his cigarette.
He leaned over, his arm extending, then his hand brushed against your leg and traced up to your thigh, fluttering your skirt as his hand pulled away. Goosebumps rose to your skin at his touch, your heart was racing as Hopper’s eyes devoured you.
“Like some old man touching you like that? Is that what you wanted? Attention from older men?”
Your eyes widened as he got closer, his stature leaning over you, and you could smell the whiskey on his breath.
“Answer me.” He shouted.
You shook your head yes, your hands shaking a bit. Hopper was finally giving you the attention you wanted, but it was making you increasingly nervous.
“You’ve been such a naughty girl, huh?”
The close proximity of his body in the dark light left your chest pounding. Why were you getting so turned on?
“Your dad would want you to learn your lesson, don’t you think?”
Your wrists dug into the cuffs as Hopper grabbed your arm again. You lost your breath at the dirty way Hopper was talking to you.
“So why don’t I give you your punishment? You’ve got to learn one way or another that your actions have consequences. I think he'd appreciate that,” he said, his voice husky and full of bass.
He quickly shoved you towards his desk and pushed you down so your chest lay bent on top of it.
You let out a gasp as you collided with the desk. Hopper’s hands were on your again, tracing up your legs and squeezing your ass in one hand, sure to leave dark bruises. You yelped in response, suddenly feeling like the room was closing in on you.
“You got lucky, you know. Imagine who could have gotten ahold of you if you made it into that bar and got wasted. Do you think those scummy men would just let you walk around faulting yourself like that?”
You swallowed hard as Hopper’s hands moved to your hips. You felt his body grind against your legs and ass that stood propped out for him as if inviting him in. "Do you think they wouldn't take any opportunity they got to get with a tight little thing like you?" He took his cigarette and put it out on his desk next to your face, then his hands were right back on you, pulling your ass into his crotch. You could feel his erection pressed against you as his hands roamed your body.
Your core was throbbing at the sensation; your body betraying you. This should not feel good.
You heard Hopper whisper swears as he fiddled with his belt in a struggle; he must have been pretty wasted.
The way you laid helpless before him, your hands cuffed behind your back, was making Hopper rock hard. He had dreamed about ravishing you so many times before.
You heard him shuffling around and then his warm hands were on you again.
“Hopper, I don’t want…” you pleaded, realizing just how fast this was actually moving, hoping he would stop.
“Just be a good girl for me. I can’t let you get off so easy. You know that.”
You clenched your eyes shut as his fingers hooked the sides of your panties and pulled them down your leg. You squeezed your legs together, trying to block him from seeing you. You heard him chuckle in response, his strong hands easily pulling your legs apart, his knee propping between them to keep them open.
“Please don’t…” you begged. You felt something warm touch your opening and you bit your lip, waiting for whatever pain you were about to ensue.
Hopper wasted no time lining himself up with you, one of his hands on the low of your back, holding you firmly against his desk. In one hard thrust, he bottomed out inside you, giving you no time to adjust.
You screamed, a searing pain coursing through you as Hopper stretched you out. He held his position, relishing in the way you were squirming and whimpering below him.
“Maybe next time, you’ll stay home and study instead of strutting around like a slut.” His words were slightly slurred but no less powerful, his voice reverberating through you.
Hopper pulled out and then slammed back into you, his desk sliding against the wooden floor as he did. You yelled again, but that only seemed to make Hopper want to fuck you harder. “Scream as loud as you want. No one can hear you.”
You felt tears pooling in your eyes and down your cheeks onto Hopper’s desk.
“Please, stop…” you cried.
Hopper began to thrust into you at a steady speed letting out loud grunts as the desk dragged along the floor. This wouldn't be a punishment if you wanted it.
Your hands squeezed into a fist as you endured Hopper’s discipline. He was right, this is what you deserved.
His cologne filled your nose as he bent over you, his hand snaking around to your neck and pulling you back to meet his face. You groaned at the way his large hand easily wrapped around your neck. Your hips impulsively bucked forward, wanting to get some relief by rubbing yourself against the desk.
“You’re starting to like it, aren’t you?” He whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear. His hand stayed around your throat as he kept slamming into you. You felt yourself getting wetter, allowing Hopper’s cock to enter more easily into you. The searing pain was starting to get mixed with pleasure as he hit your g-spot. “Not much of a punishment now, I guess,” he sighed, gripping your neck tighter in his hand, making you struggle to breathe.
Whimpers we’re still escaping your lips and you could hear Hopper growling in your ear. You felt like he was going to split you in two.
Sick of not being able to see your facial expressions, Hopper paused movement and twisted you around so your back laid against his desk, your hands uncomfortably trapped beneath your weight. You were relieved you could breathe again.
He immediately started back to his pace, his rough hands squeezing your hips and pulling your body in towards him to meet his thrusts.
You gasped as Hopper watched you, his pupils blown. He admired your bright red and tear-stained cheeks, loving the way your mouth contorted as you muffled your noises.
Your legs had no real choice but to loosely wrap around Hopper’s waist. You looked at the ceiling, hoping averting your gaze from Hopper’s determined face would calm your arousal. You always found him most attractive when he was pissed.
Hopper’s hands clung to your blouse and ripped it open, the buttons flying across the room. You squealed as his fingers began tracing your chest. Impatiently, he yanked your bra down letting your small breasts get exposed to the cold air. He began kneading and squeezing your chest in his hands, groaning as he felt your walls flutter against his cock in response to his touch.
He pinched one of your buds between his fingers making you lose your breath momentarily.
“Please…” you wanted to tell him to stop but the words got lost. Tears slid down your cheeks again as one of Hopper’s hands moved down to your clit and began rubbing circles. You hated that it felt so good. This is what you wanted, you thought. So then why did you feel sick to your stomach?
“You’re taking me so well, baby girl.”
You shook your head back and forth on the desk, “Stop,” you whined. He began rubbing you faster, a loud moan being forced out of your mouth between your clenched teeth.
“There we go,” he cooed in his deep voice.
You felt like the desk was going to break underneath you as Hopper plowed into you with such force.
“Since you’ve taken your punishment so well, I’ll reward you by letting you come for me.”
Your eyes widened at his words, making eye contact with him for the first time since he flipped you onto your back.
Regardless of how you struggled, you knew he was going to be able to make you orgasm. His cock kept hitting that sweet spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure to your core, his finger simultaneously rubbing circles on your clit. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt yourself getting close, your mouth open as tiny gasps left your lips.
“C’mon baby, come for me,” he begged, wanting to see your body squirm as you finished around him. His sudden change of tone, his words sweet and coaxing, made you groan. God, he felt so good inside you. You relished in the way his hands were leaving bruises along your hips as he disregarded your feelings and held on to you as tight as he could. They'd be a physical reminder of the control he had over you. You felt yourself edge closer at that thought.
“Come around me before I get angry again,” He demanded. You felt your walls tighten at his words, the pressure that had been building up releasing all at once. You cried out, your moans bouncing off the walls, your sobbing getting drowned out by your cries of pleasure.
“Fuck—“ he grunted. “That’s it.” He watched you shake below him and that was enough to unravel him as he came inside you.
Your eyes shot open, “No…” you cried, not wanting him to finish inside you.
It sounded like a bear was in the room as he moaned loudly. His cock pumped every ounce of cum it could deep into you, ignoring your plea.
Swears pooled off his tongue as he filled you, his warm seed dripping out of you. You could hear the way his cock pushed the liquid out of you as he thrusted in, the obscene noises making you close your eyes in horror.
Hopper slowed his pace before collapsing on top of you, his mouth kissing your nipple as he laid against your chest.
You began to cry as he caught his breath. He stood back up and pulled out of you, the liquid he had been holding inside you came dripping out.
“God, look at you,” his eyes traced along your ravished body, licking his lips as he admired his masterpiece.
After he settled himself and pulled his pants back on, he scooped you into his arms and carried you off his desk. He set you down and unlocked your handcuffs, taking your wrists in his palms and rubbing them soothingly.
You looked up at him, your tears subsided finally, and he smiled before placing a kiss on the top of your head.
“We should get you home.”
You nodded your head in agreement as Hopper helped get you dressed.
Maybe there was something wrong with you because even after all that, you knew that you had never had an orgasm as powerful as that. You wanted to be punished by him again.
Your legs caved in, sore from the pounding, Hopper’s arms holding you up. He carried you like a doll in his arms out to his truck. You detested the fact that you leaned into his touch and Hopper despised the fact that he unleashed this side of himself onto you. But you both knew this was only the beginning of something more.
Now that Hopper had you, really had you, he wasn’t going to be able to control himself now.
You cuddled closer into his warmth as the outside air blew through your exposed legs. You hadn’t seen this side of Hopper before; the caring and sweet side that was currently carrying you to his truck, making you feel safe in his arms. Maybe this was a side of him that he only wanted you to see and that made your heart skip a beat.
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