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TWO HOLES, ONE DOM
EXPLICIT CONTENT ā¢ MINORS DNI ā¢ Steddie x Reader smut ā¢ MFM established relationship ā¢ Dom!Steve ā¢ Soft Dom!Eddie ā¢ Sub!Reader ā¢ Includes degradation kink, rough sex, shower sex, oral sex, anal sex, pretty much all the sexā¦oh, and spit.
Eddie closed his arms around you from behind, your back pulled to his chest. You were both naked, on his couch, skin flush against skin. Eddieās breath spread warm and moist along your neck, dusting your shoulders as he peppered kisses across your skin.
āYou feel so soft, honey,ā he murmured beside your ear. āSo soft ān pretty.ā His hands massaged your breasts, gently kneading them, your nipples perking to meet his palms. Shifting in Eddieās lap, you arched your back so your ass was pressed against his stiffening cock.
He lifted you slightly by your hips, adjusting his cock so it was pointing between his legs, and sat you down on top of it. Eddie grunted at the feeling of your weight pushing down on him, his cock throbbing between your legs. āNow go ahead and rub, back ān forth, just like we talked about,ā Eddie instructed.
You did as youād been told without hesitation, rubbing your cunt against Eddieās cock. His length was quickly covered in your slick, the veins along his shaft glistening in the dim light of the room. You watched between your legs, gliding forward and back, whimpering each time Eddieās tip nudged your clit.
āThatās it baby,ā he gently praised, his face nestled in your hair. āRub it just like that-fuckā¦ā Eddie reached around and slid a hand between your thighs, his fingertips finding your clit. You whimpered softly as he stroked you. Against your back, you could feel the muscles in his stomach tensing, his forehead dipping to rest on your shoulder. Eddie grunted your name and a host of unintelligible words as he came, his semen spurting from between your thighs. You watched his cock twitch and pulse, his release spilling onto the floor at your feet.
The sound of the front door opening caught your attention; you and Eddie both looked up to see Steve entering the room. He immediately stopped in the doorway as soon as he saw what was happening, pausing to take in the show, a sly smile on his face. āWell goddamn,ā Steve chuckled to himself. āLooks like I got here just in time.ā He noticed the look of blissful exhaustion on Eddieās face, plus the copious amount of semen on the floor, and revised his statement. āā¦Or maybe a little late?ā
Eddie kissed your shoulder and lifted you off his lap, placing your ass on the couch. āIām done for, honey,ā he conceded, an apologetic (but satisfied) smile on his face. He started for the shower, his softening cock swinging as he crossed the room. āBut Harringtonās got ya-.ā Eddie patted Steveās shoulder on the way. ā-Donāt ya, big boy?ā
Steve licked his lips and smacked Eddieās bare ass as he stumbled off. āOh Iāve absolutely got her,ā he replied, his eyes on you, then nodded toward the couch you were sitting on; āwhy donāt you lay back, pretty girl, ān get ready for me while I get out of these work clothes?ā
You did as you were told, resting your head against one of the pillows at the far end of the couch. Steve sat down his work supplies and began to undress, removing his clothes a little slower than he needed to. He knew how much you loved his body, and had no problem showing off for you.
Your hands slid between your thighs; Steve smiled approvingly. It seemed he wasnāt the only one putting on a show for someone tonight.
āThatās a good girl,ā he said, discarding his shirt to the floor. āNow show me how you touch yourself, when me and Eddie arenāt hereā¦ā
You spread your legs wider for Steve, using two fingers to part your lips and let him see just how sopping wet humping Eddieās dick had made you.
Steve exhaled, his smile fading to an expression of arousal. He unbuckled his belt, tugging it from the loops in his pants, and discarded it with his shirt. Steve took a few steps toward you, stepping around Eddieās semen, till he was standing right in front of the couch. He watched you rubbing circles on your clit, his jaw tensed, focused. The bulge in Steveās pants was straining to be relieved; the outline of his cock throbbed under the fabric.
Your mouth was watering to taste him. You were so thirsty for cum that you were having a hard time resisting the urge to lick Eddieās off the ground like a bitch. Steve could sense your desperation, and he wanted to make it worse. Steve grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged your face into his crotch, still clothed, his pants undone but not removed. He rubbed your face against his bulge, your lips instinctively parting and wrapping along the outline of his cock. Steve yanked your face back and slapped you lightly across the cheek, not enough to hurt, but enough to put you in your place. āDid I tell you to put your mouth around it?ā he snapped, before tossing you back onto the couch.
Steve climbed astride your body, straddling you. āSpread that pussy open,ā he ordered. āLet me see my little hole again.ā You did as Steve requested, flinching in surprise as he spat directly between your parted lips. Removing his cock from his pants, Steve didnāt give you a chance to see it; he penetrated you immediately, stuffing you whole in one thrust. You gasped at the shock of being filled so abruptly, and Steve smirked down at you. āTake it like a pro, yāknow that?ā He grabbed one of your ankles, holding onto it for leverage while he pumped you. āPussy so good itās goldā¦Hell, maybe me ān Ed should start renting it out now and then, yeah? What do you thinkā¦?ā
You loved it when they talked down to you like this, especially Steve. You knew it was all for fun; none of the degradation was meant to scratch below the skin, and it never did. All three of you enjoyed it, regardless of which end of the power exchange you, Steve or Eddie happened to be on. But when Steve made you feel small, cheap, dirtyā¦it was pure magic.
āā¦In fact-.ā Steve ceased his assault on your insides, removing his cock from your pussy and lifting you off the couch by your shoulders. āI donāt think one cockās gonna be enough for this pussy tonight, is it?ā You liked where Steveās mind was going, following him to the bathroom with a smile on your face. Eddie was rinsing himself in the shower, his long hair wet and flattened against his back. The bathroom was steamy and smelled like Eddieās shampoo. Steve removed his pants, pulled the shower door back and gently took Eddie by the waist, letting him know the two of you were there without startling him.
Eddie wiped the water from his eyes and smiled at his visitors. āHey pretties,ā he said. āWhatās up? Oh-.ā Steveās erection prodded Eddieās thigh. ā-It looks like you are, Stevie,ā Eddie finished. āFigured the two of you took care of that on the couch?ā
Steve shook his head. āI got the sense that our girl needs more than one cock inside her tonight. Isnāt that right, (y/n)?ā
You nodded eagerly, because of course Steve was correct. You were feeling especially greedy tonight, and as usual, Steve knew exactly what you needed.
āGet on your knees,ā he told you, pointing at the shower floor. āSuck Eddieās cock till heās hard again.ā Steve took Eddieās face between his hands and pulled him close, parting Eddieās lips with his tongue and burying himself between them. You went to your knees and licked at Eddieās flaccid cock, tasting the warm drops of water that dripped down his body from the shower head. Closing your lips around Eddieās shaft, you suckled his cock gently at first, then pressed your face forward, nose against the wiry, moist hair of his bush, swallowing him whole. Eddie groaned between Steveās lips as they made out; Steveās erection bobbed over your head as you worked Eddie between your lips.
He was fully erect again in less than two minutes. You rose to your feet and switched places with Steve, making out with Eddie while Steve sucked Eddieās cock. Eddieās hands roamed your body, exploring your breasts and groping them with that same gentle intensity he had earlier, making you softly weep cum onto Steveās shoulders. Steve felt it and left Eddieās cock, tilting his chin upward and pressing his face inside your cunt. You broke away from Eddieās lips with a moan, your thighs trembling around Steveās face. Your fingers laced through Steveās hair, holding yourself steady while he ate you. Eddie knelt forward to take one of your nipples between his teeth, lightly tugging and sucking the perky bud while continuing to grope and massage your other breast.
You came on Steveās face, grinding yourself over his nose, which youād been spoiled for since the first time heād eaten you out this way, on his knees. Steveās nose fit your cunt perfectly, his tongue slipping inside you every so often as he rocked his head between your thighs, letting you ride him.
Eddie was so hard by now, his balls were aching for relief, his hole feeling empty and desperate to be filled. He kissed Steveās shoulder from behind, quietly asking āplease?ā And the pathetic neediness in his voice stroked Steveās ego so well, there was no way he could deny Eddie any longer.
Steve walked around Eddie so that Eddie was in between you. Eddie reached around you for your breasts with one hand, while the other slid down your belly to your clit. He lined himself up with your pussy, and gently pressed inside you. Your head tipped back, warm water cascading through your hair as you moaned and bucked on Eddieās cock, reaching forward and bracing your palms against the shower wall. Steve stood back and watched Eddie fucking you, the way his hands gripped into the soft meat of your hips, listening to the wet smacking sound your body and Eddieās made as he slammed into your cunt.
Steve planted his feet firmly behind Eddie, and closed his hands over his shoulders. Eddie tilted his head back to taste Steveās tongue again, all the while never slowing his pace inside you. Steve ran his hand along the muscles in Eddieās throat, while using his other hand to line his tip with Eddieās hole.
Using the rhythm that Eddie had established while fucking you, Steve pressed his tip just inside of Eddie, letting him rock back and forth at his own pace, gradually taking Steve all the way. When Steve was fully sheathed inside of Eddie, he relaxed with his arms over his head, letting the warm water run over him while Eddie fucked himself on his dick. The fluid motion of Eddie fucking you was enough for Steve, as Eddie squeezed him like a vice with every thrust he made into you. Listening to the combined whimpers and grunts of Eddie and Steve, you felt yourself getting close again. Eddie was coming apart completely, the fullness of Steve in his ass and the grip of you around his cock sending him spiraling.
Eddie choked back a sob when he came, emptying his second load of the night deep inside your cunt, his hand working rhythmically over your clit as he pulled another orgasm from you. Steve grabbed Eddie by the hips, fingernails digging crescent shapes into the skin at his sides, railing into him till he felt his own climax drawing near. Wrapping an arm around Eddieās chest, Steve bent him forward till both their faces were angled at the shower floor. Steve ejaculated as deep in Eddieās ass as he could manage, making sure he reminded both of his holes exactly who they belonged to.
When he finished, Steve gently pulled out of Eddie, and breathlessly fell into both his loverās arms. The three of you were exhausted, in the best possible way, and so in love with each other that it almost hurt. Steve cupped your face and Eddieās inside his big, warm palms, and shared a kiss with youā¦tongues tangling together, searching, exploringā¦hands coiling in hair, water running between each otherās lips and bodies where they met, with no room between the three of you, not even for airā¦
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The first two things on Eddieās mind when he saw Steve againā¦ š
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štable of contentsš
steve x reader
lesson learned āØapril showers āØ delirium āØ need āØ dinner for one
hopper x reader
hopperās sin part 1 āØ hopperās sin part 2 āØ hopperās sin part 3 āØ under cover āØ love spell part 1 āØ love spell part 2
eddie x reader
get off
steddie x reader
two holes, one dom
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Sex With Steve (Audio) āØ STRANGER CENSORED THINGS āØ Steveā s2 shower scene (Steve only)
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Eddie Munson x Reader ā¢ Eddie is stressed out and hasnāt been able to make himself come while jerking off. Luckily, his best friend (you!) is there to help ā„ļø
If your friendship with Eddie hadnāt been soā¦comfortableā¦then maybe the question you asked him would have come across as strange. But the two of you had known each other forever, and felt safe discussing anything and everything. So when Eddie confided in you that he was feeling completely burned out and stressed from drama with one of his band mates, you naturally wanted to help.
āItās just-.ā Eddie stretched his arms over his head, lying back on the sofa beside you. ā-Itās really got me down, (y/n). I hate conflict, you know? And especially with someone whoās a part of the band.ā
You nodded understandingly as Eddie continued. āI donāt think Iāve been this stressed-ever. I canāt even jerk off anymore, which is just absolutely unfair.ā Eddie laughed, but you could tell he was trying to play off something that was genuinely troubling him.
āSo, you canāt come?ā you asked, and Eddie nodded. āYeah, I get hard and everything, but when I get close, it just-.ā He blew a little raspberry. āGone.ā
āWell maybe I can help?ā you offered. Eddieās eyebrows raised. āYou mean likeā¦help?ā He waved a hand below his waist. āWith this?ā
āMm-hmm,ā you replied. āIf youād be okay with it. And, if youāre not, thatās cool-.ā You shook your head. āI realize this is something weāve never done before, so if the idea is gross, just forget I ever-.ā
ā-No,ā Eddie interrupted, his voice softer. āItās not gross. Not at all. Actuallyā¦ā Eddie shrugged, his lips turning upward. āIt sounds kind of nice...ā
A silence settled between the two of you, but it wasnāt uncomfortable. Eddie scooted just a little closer, till his knee was touching yours. āSo, how would we do this?ā he asked. You could tell he was nervous, and you were, too. But the nervousness held a kind of sweetness, an innocence that only friends as close as you and Eddie could share. Maybe this situation would have been dirty, or taboo in any context other than the bond you and Eddie shared. But as it was, all things considered, the idea of helping your best friend get off didnāt seem weird at allā¦
āI guess we could start with a kiss?ā you suggested, before breaking into a giggle. Eddie did as well, because the whole situation was a little surreal. āUm, okay,ā he grinned, leaning in and placing his hand on your cheek. There was a brief moment of awkwardness, of giggly hesitation and noses bumpingā¦but then, when Eddieās lips pressed soft and warm to yours, the giggles and hesitation ended immediately.
Clumsy movements were replaced with delicate gestures, tongues gently exploring a world that felt both familiar, and brand new. Eddieās fingers curled inside your hair, a nod of dominance that was so subtle, you would have missed it if it hadnāt stirred a heat between your legs. Eddie shifted his weight on the couch, his knee against yours nudging your legs apart slightly. His thumb massaged soft circles along your cheek, fingers coiled in your hair, his tongue gently wrestling with yours.
You took Eddie by the wrist and guided his hand lower, till he was palming your breast. He groped your soft skin with an intensity that had your nipple poking through the fabric of your shirt to meet Eddieās palm. He groaned into your kiss as he felt your nipple hardening under his touch. The heat between your legs had shifted to an ache, a bittersweet pain that you tried to soothe by clenching your thighs together. The pressure wasnāt enough; you knew youād need to come in order for the ache to go away.
As if proving just how in sync the two of you were, Eddie asked ācan I touch you?ā And you nodded your consent as Eddieās fingers left your tit in exchange for the warm space between your thighs. He cupped his fingers together and slid them beneath your pussy, cradling your sex in his palm. He was massaging you through your clothes, but it felt so good youād swear Eddie was touching your skin. His kiss moved to your neck, softly sucking between his lips as his mouth traveled over your shoulder.
āFuck, Eddie,ā you breathed, your voice like a prayer. He grinned against your shoulder, his mouth open and teeth lightly pressed to your skin. Eddieās tongue swept a long and languid stroke up your neck and around the curve of your chin, his hand continuing to work between your thighs. You bucked your hips upward, humping against the heel of Eddieās palm. The friction through your jeans added to the intensity. āThatās right, (y/n),ā Eddie purred against your cheek. āYouāre gonna come for me, arenāt you?ā
And Eddie was right. The aching tension between your legs reached its peak, your climax shattering through you in waves. Eddie never stopped massaging your cunt throughout your orgasm, letting you rut into the base of his palm. You came down softly from your high, your skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat. Eddie was smiling at you warmly as he removed his hand from between your legs. āFeel better?ā he asked, but you didnāt answer with words. Instead, you pushed Eddie back against the couch, making him chuckle in surprise. As before, his laughter died quickly the instant your hand closed over the outline of his erection bulging in his jeans.
Eddie drew in a sharp breath as you groped his cock through his pants. It had been awhile since anyone had touched him; Eddie needed this. His toes were curling in his socks as you massaged him, pretty little grunts spilling from his lips. You curved your palm around the outline of Eddieās cock, rubbing from his base to his tip with a firm, steady pressure. He closed his eyes and let his head rest on the back of the couch as you worked him.
Eddie lifted his hips so he could rub upward into the curve of your hand. You knew Eddie was close when his eyebrows pulled together, and the sounds he was making rapidly changed from grunts to a string of curses. Eddieās cock pulsed against your palm, a wet patch blooming in the crotch of his jeans. You watched Eddieās cum darken the fabric, his hands balled into fists by his sides, the veins in his neck strained.
When his cock stopped twitching and his body relaxed, Eddie was panting and grinning like the Cheshire Cat. āFeel better?ā you asked playfully, echoing his words from before. Eddie tugged you in for a kiss, grinning against your lips. āShut up,ā he chuckled, before pulling you back onto the couch for cuddlesā¦
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Jim Hopper x reader ā¢ Part two of a series; read part one here ā¢ Includes unprotected sex, angst, age gap, piss is briefly mentioned as reader has a big ol squirt yee haw š¦ dubcon due to Hopper being under the influence of magickāØ
The ethics of love spells have always been debated amongst witches, with the majority agreeing that any spell which alters anotherās free will is morally wrong. But when you returned home to Hawkins from college on break, you made the decision to cast such a spell on your old crush, Chief Jim Hopper. Since briefly meeting you again after your return home, Hopper has fallen more deeply in love and lust with you every day. As the results of your spell reveal themselves, will you be able to accept their consequencesā¦?
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( Tuesday morning )
The rain pelting Hopperās windshield forced him out of his trance. How long had he been sitting behind the wheel of his Blazer, parked in his usual space in front of the station, completely lost in thoughts of you?
This new pattern of behavior was completely unlike him, Hopper conceded. Heād been unable to shake a rapidly growing obsession with you. And the worst thing about it wasnāt the fact that for the first time in years, Hopper was actually losing control over a woman. The part of the situation that truly set Hopperās conscience on fire was that the object of his lust happened to be half his ageā¦and his best friendās daughterā¦
Hopper hoped that by focusing on business-as-usual at the station, heād be able to free his mind of you for awhile. He put out his cigarette that was burning down, and reached into his pocket to exchange it for a new one. Hopperās eyes caught the form of someone standing on the far side of the station. He squinted through the raindrops peppering his windshield, focusingā¦on you.
The moment Hopper realized who he was looking at, he practically tore the door open to exit his vehicle. He didnāt remember to close it behind him, unaware that heād also left his keys in the ignition. Hopperās gait quickened till he was so close he could see the way your lips began to turn in a coy smile. And then, as quickly as youād appearedā¦the image of you was gone.
Hopper stopped dead in his tracks, as if coming out from under a spell. His sudden burst of exertion caught up with him, breath huffing from his parted lips, his eyes wide and darting back and forth around the space youād just been standing.
He blinked several times, rain dancing off his eyelashes, dripping from the brim of his hat. A grim realization swept over Hopper, words materializing in his mind in a voice that sounded like yours: āItās too late, Jim. Iām inside you now. You have to have meā¦ā
Hopperās steps faltered as he made his way back to his vehicle. He removed his keys before distractedly closing the door and heading for the stationās entrance. Was he losing his mind? The image of you had been soā¦real.
As he entered the station, Hopper tried to focus on the strong scent of fresh coffee that greeted him. He removed his rain-soaked jacket and hat, nodding a polite but insincere greeting to officers Powell and Callahan as he passed them on the way to his office. Hopper turned the corner and closed the office door behind him, locking it immediately. He felt a small sense of comfort at being separated from the others. Hopper wanted to be alone right now, more than anything. He needed privacy, a chance to contemplate his options and formulate a plan of action. Because for all his failed attempts at resistance, Hopper was a beaten man. And he was ready to admit it.
Nothing in the world mattered anymore, he realized, besides having you. Hopper sat behind his desk and poured himself a shot of whiskey from the bottle he kept locked in the bottom drawer. With a cigarette alternating between his lips and fingers, Hopper allowed his mind to wander. And inevitably, it wandered to images of you, pornographic images that normally, Hopper would have made at least some attempt to resist.
But now, he realized such efforts were pointless. Whatever sense of willpower Hopper had was useless against the spell your body had over him. And as usual, Hopperās own body responded quickly to the stimulation of the filthy scenes his mind was weaving. He slouched back in his chair, undoing his belt so automatically that he wasnāt even aware he had till his cock was inside his fist. Hopperās eyes fluttered closed as he allowed himself to succumb fully, without reservation, to the fantasy of you. Because unlike all the times heād done this before, it wasnāt going to be a fantasy much longer. Hopper was determined to make having you a realityā¦and soon.
His thoughts drifted to that evening a little over a week ago. The first time heād seen you, this new version of you, a woman now, who bore no resemblance to the clumsy teenager youād been in Hopperās memory. Heād immediately felt an attraction to you, and how could he not? Everything about you was perfect in Hopperās eyes, the way your body moved around the room, your soft laughter which stirred something deep inside Hopper, waking a yearning he hadnāt experienced in a long timeā¦and your smileā¦fuck, that smileā¦the one that had Hopperās cynical heart beating with wonder again, rattling the dust off the joy inside him that had been buried for decadesā¦
Heād known it then, the moment heād seen you: Hopper was in love with you. Throughout the following week, his feelings for you had only grown stronger. Fantasies of your sweetness, and the corruption of it, permeated Hopperās every waking thought. You even followed him into his dreams, fulfilling Hopperās desires even as he slept. Heād wake up in the night drenched in sweat, his hard cock throbbing against his stomach. Hopper would come seconds later, watching himself ejaculate almost in a state of trance, still half asleep. Hopper would lay panting for awhile, his stomach wet and sticky with his own release, before wiping himself clean and having a cigarette. After about fifteen minutes of remorse and post-nut clarity, Hopper would have himself (nearly) convinced that his dreams were just that, and not a reflection of how he truly felt. But when he woke up hours later with his usual morning wood, Hopper needed to take care of it. And with his mind fully rested, his thoughts inevitably turned back to youā¦
The sounds of people talking outside Hopperās office faded, while his thoughts grew louderā¦and filthier. As he languidly pumped his cock back and forth in his fist, Hopper allowed himself to indulge perhaps his most taboo fantasy of allā¦
In his mind, you were there in Hopperās office with him, bound and gagged beneath his desk. Your wrists were restrained by Hopperās handcuffs, your mouth full of him. He was throat training you, his cock nestled on the wet bed of your tongue. Your eyes were trained on Hopperās as he gazed down at you knelt between his knees. He cupped your face in his hand, stroking the pad of his thumb along your cheek.
Youād been at this for awhile now; Hopper knew you must be tired. But like any new pet, you needed to be trained; and by training your throat to fit him, youād be able to take Hopper as deeply as he wanted, whenever he wanted-
A knock on Hopperās office door startled him. His eyes flew open, and with a strained, husky voice, he snapped ā-WHAT?ā
āChief?ā Flo responded. āSomeoneās here to see you.ā
Hopper rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath. Just what he needed right now, with his pants down and his dick in his hand. A goddamn visitor.
āWell tell them Iām busy,ā Hopper growled. āWhatever it is-whoever it is-they can waitā¦ā
There was a pause from behind the door. āā¦Sheās really adamant, Hop,ā Flo added, her voice a bit more assertive. āPretty little thing; Sounds like she might be in some kind of trouble.ā
Hopper sighed heavily, irritated further by the realization that Flo was not going to send this girl away. He rose from his desk, frustratedly shoving his chair out from behind him. Hopper tucked his dick away in his pants as best as he could, but his erection was still very obvious. He swiped a folder from his desk and held it in front of his groin as he made his way to the door, pulling it open more aggressively than he needed to.
The woman standing beside Flo took Hopperās breath awayā¦just as she had a little over a week ago, and every day since.
āHello, Jim,ā you said, smiling up at Hopper warmly. He felt his knees tremble, a blush washing over his cheeks. Embarrassed by his uncharacteristic display of vulnerability, Hopper cleared his throat and attempted to compose himself. āUhā¦hey, (y/n),ā he said, his voice wavering, and then to Flo, āthanks, Iāve got her.ā Flo nodded, and turned back down the hall.
Hopper wet his lips, as theyād suddenly gone dry. You cocked an eyebrow at him, playfully pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. āā¦Arenāt you gonna invite me in?ā you asked, breaking the awkward silence Hopperās staring at you had created.
āOh, sorry-yeah,ā Hopper stammered, stepping aside to let you pass through the doorway. āPlease, come inside.ā
He noticed as you lingered in the doorway, and when he closed it, how your hand slipped behind his to press the lock in. Hopper didnāt question why youād locked the door, because somehowā¦he already knew.
āFlo said you-.ā Hopper swallowed as you sat down in the chair in front of his desk, casually spreading your legs and draping one over an arm of the chair like it was nothing, your eyes never leaving Hopperās. ā-You-uhā¦ā His eyes drank in every inch of you. āā¦You have a problem of some kind?ā he finished, averting his gaze to his desk.
āLook at me,ā you ordered, and Hopper did. You were leaning forward in the chair now, an intensity in your expression that had been absent before. āThatās better,ā you grinned, and leaned back slightly. āAnd yes, Jim, I do have a problem.ā
Hopper nodded, his lips parted in anticipation, beads of sweat forming along his hairline. āā¦I can help,ā he breathed, his voice faltering again. āJust, tell me how, and I willā¦anythingā¦ā
Hopper realized the folder was still in his hand, but he no longer needed it, seated behind his desk. He was still rock hard inside his pants, even more so now due to your presence. You watched as he placed the folder on his desk, knowing exactly what heād been using it to concealā¦
āJim,ā you began. āItās a personal problem Iāve come to see you aboutā¦do you understand?ā
Hopper nodded, although in truth, he had no clue why youād shown up at the station today.
āI need you to help me with myā¦ā You glanced away for a brief moment, almost bashfully. āImpatience,ā you finished. Hopper frowned slightly, confused. āBecause,ā you continued. āI was going to wait for you to come back to my house and fuck me-.ā
Hopperās chest dropped as all the air in his lungs left him at once.
ā-But I got impatient,ā you concluded. āAnd I realize, impatience is a flaw in my character. Iād like your advice on how to improve itā¦ā Hopperās jaw tensed; he wasnāt sure what he was hearing, or where the line between reality and his own fantasies ended. Had you really just said those words to him?
āSince youāreā¦you know-,ā you shrugged. āOlder, I figured you must be wiser, too. And I also figured, you could teach me some things.ā
Hopperās confused expression deepened slightly. āYouā¦need someone older?ā he asked tentatively, choosing his words carefully, as he wasnāt sure if any of this was happening at all. āTo teach youā¦ā Hopper cleared his throat again. āā¦Things?ā
āMm-hmm,ā you replied. āAnd one of them is patience.ā You leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees. Hopperās eyes slid between your now partially-exposed breasts.
āOne of them?ā he asked. āWhat are the other things?ā
You hooked a finger beneath the front of your shirt and pulled it down, allowing your breasts to spill out over the fabric. Hopperās eyebrows lifted, his lips pressed together in a hard line, his nostrils flared slightly. His entire body was tensed, hands clenched into fists, his heels digging into the floor.
Your eyes were glossy, wide, innocent, even as your nakedness was fully on display. āCan you help me, Jim?ā you asked sweetly, rising to your feet. You placed your palms against Hopperās desk, leaning over it, allowing your breasts to linger mere inches from his face. āā¦Please?ā
Hopper was moving purely on instinct at this point. Whether this was a dream, reality, or some combination of the two, he was no longer in control of his actions. Hopper stood up, bumping the prominent erection in his pants on the underside of his desk. He grunted at the discomfort and his own awkwardness, but quickly forgot about both as soon as his lips met yours.
Hopper pulled your body into him, lifting you slightly and wrapping your legs around his thigh. You curved your hips upward, grinding gently against him, savoring the way he grunted in pleasure as you humped his thigh. āGod youāre so fucking beautiful,ā Hopper murmured against your lips, in between kisses. āIāve been-mmm-Iāve wanted this ever since you came home-.ā
You bit down slightly on Hopperās lip, shushing him. āI know,ā you said, sucking at the mark your teeth had made in his skin. āSo show me everything youāve dreamed of doing to me, Jim.ā You slipped your tongue between his lips, then pulled away for a moment. āShow me all the ways youāve wanted to fuck meā¦ā
Hopper took you by your shoulders, and guided you onto your knees. āThink I want that pretty mouth first,ā he said. āSince itās being so cocky today, maybe it should have a cock in itā¦ā
You smiled widely, going to your knees obediently before Hopper. He removed his cock from his pants and smacked his tip against your lips, slicking them with precum. āYou look even better on your knees than I imagined you would,ā Hopper murmured. He rubbed his tip along your lips, spreading them apart, smearing his precum between them. It tasted sweet and mildly salty on your tongue as you curved it against the underside of Hopperās cock.
He gently held your head in place while guiding himself between your lips. Hopper groaned as you enveloped him, the moist warmth of your cheeks cushioning his shaft as he used your mouth to stroke himself. āFuck, you fit me like a glove, kid,ā Hopper groaned. His fingernails dug lightly into your scalp as he pressed his cock deeper, stretching your throat. āThatās my girl, takinā it just like a bitch, like you were made for itā¦ā Hopperās degrading words tugged at your core, had your clit beginning to throb. You gurgled and choked on Hopperās cock with every thrust, your gag reflex activating every time his fat tip prodded the back of your throat.
Hopper moaned, his hips faltering. āShit,ā he cursed. āYouāre getting me too close, baby, āan Iām not done with you yet-.ā He lifted you by the shoulders and tossed you onto his desk, spreading your legs and burying his face between them. The shock of Hopperās lips immediately honing in on your clit had you reeling, your thighs shaking as Hopper suckled your plump, sensitive bud and made out with your pussy in wet, sloppy kisses. He slipped his tongue between your labia, swirling your slick between your lips before penetrating you with his tongue. Hopper lapped at your pussy, the texture of his tongue soft, but its muscle rigid as he stiffened it to fuck into you.
You came on Hopperās tongue, your thighs draped over his shoulders, his face covered in your slippery release as a mix of cum and piss expelled from within you and saturated Hopperās beard and neck. He rose from between your thighs, his face dripping with you, hair messy and sprinkled with stray drops of your cum. Hopper mounted you, splayed and helpless on his desk, and entered you in one abrupt, brutal thrust. He grit his teeth and groaned from behind them, your soft whimpers making it all the more difficult for him not to immediately empty himself inside you. The squeeze of your cunt was like a warm, welcoming vice, the sweetest kind of death a man could ever ask for, to be crushed between the sopping grip of your tight, firm walls.
The next five minutes were a white-hot blur for both you and Hopper, a mix of teeth and tongues on skin and his cock punching places inside you that didnāt seem anatomically possible. Hopperās breath grew shorter and his pace more frenetic the closer he came to climax. He started to pull out as he felt the beginning of what would likely be the most intense orgasm heād ever had. But you squeezed your thighs around his waist, forcing him deeper, and with a firm, aggressive voice, ordered āNO.ā
Hopper was so close, and you were so certain, so insistent, that he could hardly resist the temptation to fill you up. And next words that left your lips in a pretty, breathless request, were so sweet, so soft, Hopper felt his already weak defenses fall completelyā¦ āCome inside me, Jimā¦pleaseā¦ā
There it was, Hopperās favorite part of every fantasy heād had about you. The part where you begged for his cum. At that point, no amount of common sense or rational judgment would have convinced Hopper not to paint your guts in his cum. Growling against your shoulder, Hopper pumped three final thrusts inside you, emptying his load between your plush, puffy walls.
His thighs were shaking, his whole body trembling over yours. The sound of voices murmuring from beyond Hopperās office began to fade into his awareness, and he realized that everyone in the station must have heard what the two of you were doing. A dull panic began to settle in Hopperās stomach. Hawkins was a small town; rumors spread quickly here. And gossip about the famously-promiscuous Chief of Police were especially salacious in the townsfolkās minds. As the weight of Hopperās actions began to settle over him, he suddenly feltā¦ashamed.
Hopper abruptly pulled out of you, and reached for a box of tissues nearby. You watched him remove a few and hurriedly clean the cum off his dick, as best he could anyway. He wadded the tissues into a ball and dropped them into a waste bin, a grim expression his face.
āWhatās wrong, Jim?ā you asked, noting how he kept glancing at the door. The voices murmuring outside his office had turned to whispersā¦sharp, judging whispers, and Hopper began to fear the worst. He looked back at you, and realized with a bitter remorse that heād very possibly just ruined his entire career. āGet out,ā Hopper said flatly, and you balked at his callous tone.
āAre you fucking serious?ā you asked, closing your legs and sliding off his desk. Hopper shook his head at you, the effects of your charms beginning to fade. Angry, defiant, you stood directly in front of him, forcing him to look at you. Hopper stepped back, fixing his clothes and still shaking his head as if wishing to rid himself of a poison. āThatās not gonna work,ā he insisted, his voice hollow. āWhatever that is-this fucking hold youāve have over me-itās doneā¦I canāt do thisā¦ā
You rushed for him, tears burning your eyes but Hopper grabbed you by the wrists before you could strike him. āGetā¦out,ā he glared down at you. āAnd think about what weāve doneā¦about what this means for both of usā¦ā
You spat at Hopperās face, but he didnāt react. When he released your wrists, you made a quick exit for the door, a dangerous rage boiling inside your gut.
As soon as you opened the door, several pairs of eyes met yours. Practically everyone at the station was crowded into the hallway outside Hopperās office, quickly scattering when they saw you. Your cheeks burned pink with embarrassmentā¦ Youād gotten what you wanted, but at a price. If even one of those people spread word about what had happened, the results could be catastrophic for your reputation, for Hopperās career, and maybe most of all, you feared that a friendship your dad valued so much, would be ruinedā¦
Bowing your head in shame, you quickly walked through the station, grateful for the cold rain that hit your face when you made it outside. The spell was completed; the fun was over. And now, you were left picking up the pieces your selfish game had left in its wake, the potential heartache youād unleashed. Maybe you had learned a lesson in patience, after allā¦that rather than use magick to bend someoneās desire toward you, it was better to wait for love to find you, organically. Regardless, the damage was now done.
You climbed inside your car and turned on the radio, trying to lose yourself in the words and melody playing. Part of you wanted to pull onto the highway and leave Hawkins behind forever, to rid yourself of the burden of seeing your fatherās face when he heard what his daughter and a man he thought he could trust had done.
You backed out of the stationās parking lot and pulled onto the main road through downtown. On the way to your house, you decided that youād have to see Hopper again, to admit that youād used him, that heād been tricked. But what you didnāt know, was that for all your efforts, the spell hadnāt workedā¦at least, not in a literal sense. Jim Hopper had been captivated by you, enchanted, obsessedā¦and in spite of his hateful behavior back in his office, he still was. You were good at deception, it seems, but not so good at spell craft. Hopper was in love with you. And it would take more than a scandal big enough to turn all of Hawkins on its head to change thatā¦
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ft. Hopper, Steve, and Eddie
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husband!Steve Harrington x housewife!reader
| When you fumble the home-cooked meal you attempted to bake for Steve, he doesnāt mind at all. In fact, the meal he really wanted was already waiting at home for him, all alongā¦ |
| And yes, I know the pic is from Marmalade and not Stranger Things, but itās how Steve looked in my brain when I wrote this, so bite me š |
The rain coming down over Hawkins was relentless. Heavy gray clouds obscured any chance of sunlight breaking through and warming the chilly April evening. A blanket of fog crept along the streets of downtown, slipping between houses and through windows left partially open.
One of those windows belonged to the house you shared with Steve. The chicken casserole youād attempted to bake had ended in disaster, having literally āgone up in smoke.ā You wanted to surprise Steve with a home-cooked meal when he got home from work, because you felt a little guilty always ordering take out. You wanted to take care of Steve, to be the wife you knew he ādeserved.ā Naturally, Steve already thought you were perfect just as you were, and told you as much, frequently. Still, doubt nagged at the back of your brain, and you wanted to make sure that Steve understood how proud you were to be his, that you wanted to be his perfect little housewifeā¦
In spite of the chilly air that evening, you were forced to open the kitchen window. The rain smelled so sweet in contrast with the acrid scent of smoke filling the kitchen. The sound of Steveās car pulling into the driveway caught your attention. You made your way to the front door, waving a dish towel as you walked, fanning away the last of the smoke. Steveās keys made a jingling sound in the door; your heart skipped knowing he was right on the other side of itā¦
As soon as you saw Steveās face, you felt a sense of calm wash over you. His eyebrows lifted in surprise when he noticed the smell of smoke in the house. āDid you uh-.ā Steve chose his next words carefully. ā-Light a candle, baby?ā
You bit your bottom lip, an apologetic look on your face. āI wish that was the reason it smells so bad in here,ā you replied. āBut actually, I-.ā You sighed. āI tried to make dinner, for a change. And it kind of exploded in the ovenā¦ā
Steve nodded, glancing behind you at the kitchen. He silently observed the aftermath of your work. Every utensil and baking dish you owned had seemingly been taken from the cabinets, considered, and then rejected to the counter. āItās okay, baby,ā Steve assured you, putting his arms around you. āWe can order take out; itās not a problem.ā
You tried to let your anxieties fade, melting into the familiar comfort of Steveās embrace. Holding your ear to his chest, you listened to his heartbeat, soothed by its steady rhythm, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.
āWhat sounds good?ā Steve asked, placing a kiss in your hair. āAnything you want, and-.ā
āIām actually not really hungry anymore,ā you said, your eyes cast downward. āI kind of lost my appetite, with all the smoke.ā You chuckled a little, in spite of your disappointment. The bitter smell of smoke and burnt casserole still lingered in the air, but only a little. Not enough that it distracted Steve from how pretty you looked, your forehead lightly dotted with sweat, your hair disheveled and some stains on your pajama shirt from the mess youād made while baking.
Steveās eyes swept over you, a combined feeling of love and lust washing over him. That combination of feelings was exactly the reason Steve had fallen so hard for you, why heād loved you more every day since, and why heād eventually asked you to marry him.
He knew you were frustrated about the dinner mishap. Steve was a very intuitive husband, and always seemed to know what you needed even before you did yourself.
āJust order something for you this time, okay?ā You gave Steve a quick kiss on the end of his nose.
āWell actually,ā he replied. āThere is something that Iāve really been craving.ā He smiled. āBeen thinking about it all day, actuallyā¦ā
Your eyebrows lifted. āOkay,ā you giggled. āWell then you absolutely need to eat it.ā
Steve nodded, his tongue sweeping lightly over his lips. āOh, Iām going to eat it,ā he replied, his tone a shade darker. āBut I donāt have to order out for it. What I want is already here.ā A corner of Steveās mouth curved upward in a suggestive grin. āAt home...ā
Oblivious to Steveās meaning, you peered behind him at the burnt abomination casserole sitting on the kitchen counter. āWell I hope itās not chicken casserole youāre craving,ā you replied. āBecause that thing I made is definitely not fit for human cons-.ā
Steve cut your sentence short by tugging you closer, so your faces were less than an inch from one another. He softly pressed his lips to yours in a closed kiss. It was chaste, romantic, sweet; but laced with darker implications that had your pulse racing.
āI want you, baby,ā Steve murmured, easing his body against yours. āYouāre the sweetest meal a man could ever ask to come home toā¦ā
You felt a little dizzy, and it certainly wasnāt because youād missed dinner. Everything about Steve made you weakā¦but the way he could have your pussy dripping using words alone made you fall the hardestā¦
āLet me eat you,ā Steve said tenderly, respectfully, as if he didnāt already have your absolute permission. āPlease?ā
You swallowed, steadying yourself, suddenly feeling very light on your feet, as if you could be swept away by the slightest breeze. āMm-hmm,ā you replied through closed lips, then spoke out loud āyes. Yes, please, Steveā¦ā
His smile was exchanged for a look of something carnal, and it would probably have seemed predatory in any other context. But once Steve had your permission, he was completely absorbed in his pursuit of having you.
Your ass was on the couch within seconds, Steve kneeling at the floor between your legs. He kissed your knees, your thighs, working upward till he was nibbling at the waistband of your pajamas. Steve let his right hand drape lazily against his crotch, occasionally palming his erection through his pants.
His lips pressed soft and warm against your belly. Steve spread a trail of gentle kisses down your stomach, lingering above the waistband of your pajama pants. His pretty hazel eyes flicked up to meet yours briefly before he hooked a fingertip beneath the pajamas, and lightly tugged them down.
You shivered at the feeling of air on your newly-exposed skin, but Steveās tongue warmed you up immediately. He licked soft, wispy stripes beside your clit, intentionally neglecting it, letting the pressure at your center buildā¦sucking one of your lips between his, then releasing it with a wet pop. Your fingers went to Steveās hair, threading his caramel strands. He dipped his nose between your labia, bumping his bridge against your clit, penetrating you gently with his tongue. Your back arched, pressing your cunt forward, burying Steveās face even deeper between your thighs.
He groaned into your pussy, the vibrations of his mouth stimulating the inside and outside of your cunt, plumping your lips even fuller. The sound of Steveās tongue pumping inside you squelched beautifully, combined with the delicate, breathy sounds you were making. He nuzzled even deeper between your thighs, the tip of his nose gliding between your pouty lips.
Steve seamlessly replaced his tongue inside you with two of his fingers, making you gasp at the new, firmer penetration. His tongue washed over your clit, bathing your cunt in a mix of his saliva and your cum. You could feel yourself getting close, but what you really wanted was to finish together with Steve inside you. Your hand left his hair for his shoulder, patting to get his attention as you breathlessly told him āSteve, Steve, need you, in-.ā And before you could finish your request, Steve had already lifted your ass off the couch, pulling you down to meet the bulge straining at the front of his pants.
He fumbled slightly at getting his belt and pants undone, because he was in such a hurry. You reached for his cock and rubbed the outline of it, feeling it pulse under your touch. As soon as Steveās dick was in reach of your mouth, you tugged him between your lips. With a hard suck, you took him all the way to the back of your throat in one gulp. Steveās knees went shaky, his breath punched out of his lungs at the shock of hitting the back of your throat so unexpectedly, so quickly. Your gag reflex activated and you popped off Steveās cock, a raw trail burning all the way up your throat. You laid back on the couch and spread your legs, eyes trained on Steveās, a seductive grin turning your lips.
He shook his head, your slick dripping from his chin. āNo,ā Steve said, reaching for your hair and gently guiding your mouth back onto his cock. āNeed more of that tight little throat-canāt suck me like that nājust take it back-.ā Steve eased himself down the length of your throat, nudging the back with his tip. A low growl of pleasure rumbled from Steveās chest, his fingers threading your hair. āGod, just like thatā¦keep suckingā¦FUCK-!ā
Steve hurriedly pulled your lips off his cock and pushed your back against the sofa, mounting and entering you as quickly as he could. Your hands clutched Steveās shoulders, holding on tight as he humped you like a desperate animal, punching his cock so deep inside you that his shaft was rubbing your cervix. When Steve came, he choked back a dry sob, his breath heating the skin at the base of your neck as he panted through his release. Sweat dripped from the ends of Steveās hair and onto your chest as he carefully lifted himself off of you. He fell back onto the couch beside you, pulling a hand over his disheveled hair, his pants around his muscular thighs. You laid your head on Steveās shoulder, tilting your face to gaze at him.
He noticed you staring, and smiled. āNow that was a home-cooked meal,ā Steve said, attempting to catch his breath. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. You fell asleep on the couch, drifting away while listening to the sound of rain thrumming against the roof, and the muffled rhythm of Steveās heartbeatā¦
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Hey there I absolutely love your blog and your a great writer āŗļøā£ļø was wondering about headcons for Hopper solo habits. How does he masturbate, does he collect porn?? Does he go to the porn cinema??It keeps me up at night lol.
First of all, thank u!! And second, writing/thinking/talking about Hopper and his hand is uhā¦kind of my favorite thing ever š¤¤ !!!
NSFW below the cut. I got a lil silly tee heeā¦ āŗļø šš
Itās literally the deed I love to write Hopper doing the mostā¦Itās like, if you could have a fetish surrounding a specific fictional person, mine would be Hopper jerking it. š So yeah, Iām VERY glad you asked!! For me, the Hopper I enjoy writing most is one who is so consumed by sex that he literally cannot get enough of it. And if thereās no mouth/cunt/ass within reach, his hand will have to do. I personally feel like Hopper would be less likely to collect physical porn, and more likely to collect mental porn, pulling up images in his mind of the last hole he fucked, or maybe the face it was attached to, if he came on it for example. - I just realized I need to mark this as NSFW because Iām nasty as fuck, hold on, lemme do that - Okay Iām back. So where was I? Yes, Hopper stroking that thick, throbbing, absolute monster of a cock he has. I think he fucks so much, so often, that he has the Spank Bankā¢ of the gods, basically, like an endless filing system of bitches to refer to when he needs to ātake care of,ā himself. I also think that because Hopper is so uncontrollably horned up all the time, heās really into anonymous sex. Heād drive a few counties over where no one recognizes him, wearing plain clothes and no sign of his being a cop, and pick up hookers to suck him off. Hopper would be a HUGE fan of glory holes, because he doesnāt really care about the person on the other side of that hole; he only cares about what they can do for him. If one mouth canāt fit him deep enough to satisfy him, Hopper will move on to the next. - Need to write a fic about Hopper & glory holes sometimeā¦ - For anyone reading this whoās like āthat doesnāt sound like Hop at all,ā or āhis character is nothing like that,ā keep in mind Iām talking about my Hopper, the Hopper I like to write the most. Iām not saying that any of these behaviors/attitudes are canon for Hopper, but in my twisted little brain, they are absolutely headcanonsā¦ š
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I had a dream about Joe Keery yesterday morning that was so good, I woke up crying. They say āApril showers bring May flowers,ā and itās true. The showers were in my pants.
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Jim Hopper x reader ā¢ Hopper has been your dadās best friend for years. He always thought you were a nice, if not slightly awkward, kid. But when you return home to Hawkins during a break from college, Hopper is immediately smitten with the young woman youāve become. He indulges his infatuation with you in the only way he can. Hopper lets his mind run wild with a fantasy thatās become familiar to him, even though his feelings for you leave him racked with guilt. And maybe thatās where the story would end for Hopper, alone and burning up in a desire he would never be set free fromā¦ But when you came home to Hawkins, you brought with you a knowledge, a craft, that a practical man like Hopper would never give credence to, until it captures him wholly, body-mind-and spiritā¦
Quiet moments like this were the most difficult for Hopper. When he wasnāt physically kept busy with his job, he was mentally kept busy by his conscience. Guilt tended to creep up on him most acutely in the moments he should have been able to rest, especially the early hours of morning. While Hopper believed mornings should be spent with warm coffee and personal introspection, he found it impossible to practice what he preached.
In fact, Hopperās hypocrisy extended to more than one area in his life. While the town of Hawkins assumed their Chief of Police was, for the most part, an upstanding and honorable man, he harbored an uncomfortable secret that burned in the back of his heart: Jim Hopper was in love with his best friendās daughterā¦
If only youād never come back to Hawkins, Hopper told himself, he wouldnāt be caught in this moral storm. If youād stayed away at college, Hopper never would have given you a second thought, except for when your dad mentioned you. His only memory of you would have remained the one Hopper had always had, of you as a skinny, polite-but-awkward kid.
The current image of you in Hopperās mind was vastly different. You were all grown up now, the clumsiness of your youth replaced with a womanās elegance. A gentle, refined softness had replaced all your rough edges, the gangly limbs of your teen years now shaped into the graceful form of a young woman. A beautiful woman, Hopper realized, who had him completely wrapped around your fingerā¦
The day began as a regular Monday morning for Hopper, complete with the weight of guilt on his conscience. He stared up at the ceiling from bed and had a cigarette, his free hand moving beneath the blanket covering him, lazily massaging his cock. Hopper had always taken care of his morning wood, usually as his first activity of every day. But what now darkened his behavior and made it feel wrong, was the fact that Hopper couldnāt touch himself without thinking of youā¦
He tried to imagine someone elseā¦anyone else. Hopperās usual mental reference for masturbation was Bo Derek, an actress heād had a crush on for years. The recurring fantasy Hopper had entertained for so long now felt stale in comparison to his thoughts of youā¦You, with your pretty, bright eyes flashing wide up at Hopper, a blush blooming on your cheeks as you realize heās standing in the doorway of your roomā¦as you realize heās been standing there, watching you undress, for minutes now. And youāre covering yourself with the first item of clothing you could grab, a thin t-shirt, clutching it over your breasts in an attempt to hide your nakedness...
ā¦But the shirtās fabric is too sheer to provide any true coverage, any real protection from Hopperās penetrating, wolfish stare. He steps inside your room, closing the door behind him, and presses in the lock with his thumbā¦
In the privacy of his bed, Hopperās hand moved with more direction beneath the sheet, his grip around his cock tensing. As usual, heād give in to the temptation that plagued him daily: he was going to come to the fantasy of you.
In Hopperās mind, there were no moral obstacles in his way, no societal expectations from anyone preventing him from having you. He could fuck your face, your tits, your cunt, your ass, and come anywhere on and in you that he pleased. No one was there to stop him in the safe enclosure of his fantasy. And Hopper allowed himself to indulge.
āā¦Chief?ā your wide eyes darted over his face. āW-what are you doing here?ā
Hopperās hand left the doorknob, moving to his shirt collar. āI think you and I already know the answer to that question, (y/n),ā he said, his voice low, husky. You took a step back as you watched Hopper loosen the first few buttons of his shirt, your grip on the fabric covering you faltering slightly.
āHow long were you standing there?ā you asked tentatively. āWatching me?ā
Hopper smirked as he undid the last button on his shirt. āLong enough to know that everything Iāve imagined about your body is right,ā he replied, moving closer. āYouāre fucking beautiful, (y/n)ā¦Has anyone ever told you that?ā
Your eyes drifted over Hopperās exposed chest and down his stomach, watching as he unbuckled his belt. You nodded confidently, feeling less embarrassed. āPlenty of guys have told me Iām beautiful,ā you replied, your voice a little sharper than you intended. You allowed the t-shirt over your chest to slip a little further down, revealing your nipples. āIām twenty-one years old, Chief Hopper. Of course I date.ā You smirked back at him now. āLots of guys have fucked me.ā
āMm-hmm,ā Hopper chuckled to himself, pulling his belt from his jeans. āIām sure they have. And all these guys-,ā He emphasized the word. ā-any of them actually make you come?ā
Your cheeks heated again, going pink. āIā¦uh-,ā you stammered, as Hopper tossed his belt to your bedroom floor. āAny of these boys...ā His hand moved to his cock, palming the bulge tenting his jeans. āā¦Make you feel like a man could make you feelā¦?ā
Your chest dipped, your breath quickening as Hopper closed the space between your bodies. āā¦Like I could make you feel?ā he continued, his dark blue eyes probing yours. Hopper was standing right in front of you now, mere inches separating your bodies. His hands moved to cover yours, gently removing them (and the t-shirt) from your breasts.
Your lips parted in an expression of both surprise and desire. Hopper cupped your cheek warmly in his palm, gliding his fingertips lightly along your chin. Your eyes fell closed in blissful surrender as Hopper touched you, the last of your defenses evaporatingā¦
Hopper groaned as he fisted his cock, the muscles in his stomach tense. He knew he needed to hurry his fantasy along, or risk arriving even later at the station than he usually did Monday mornings. Hopper had already overslept and still had to shower, shave, and grab something quick to eat before heading into the station. So in his mind, Hopper fast-forwarded a bit to the part of his fantasy he liked bestā¦the part where you beggedā¦
ā¦Hopperās cock punched deep, sloppy thrusts inside you, rocking your bed frame, knocking off several plushies as he split you in half. One of his hands was wrapped in your hair, pulling your head back, your lips parted in a moan of ecstasy as he fucked places inside you no other man had reached.
āCome on, honey,ā Hopper murmured down at you, his voice thick with exertion. āGo ahead and let go; Iāve got you sweetheart, just let it goā¦ā
You whimpered beneath him, bucking under the weight of Hopperās body. āChief-,ā you started, but Hopper cut you off, his words punctuated by each thrust of his hips. āThatās not my name, honey,ā he gently insisted. āGo on-say my name-I know you know it-.ā
ā-Jim,ā you panted against his shoulder. āJim please, please Jim, please come inside me-.ā
Hopperās cock twitched at your request, at hearing you whimper his name. His balls were tight, aching for relief. Hopperās eyebrows met, his forehead creased as he strained to withhold his climax just a little longerā¦
āSay it again,ā he growled beside your ear, but your reply was lost in a groan. āHey!ā Hopper said forcefully, taking hold of your chin and holding it firmly. Your lips parted, and he spat between them. āSay my name if you want my cum,ā Hopper ordered. āSay-,ā *thrust* āMy-,ā *thrust* āName...ā
You came undone beneath Hopper, his name spilling out from between your lips like a prayer as he spilled his release inside youā¦
Hopperās cock pulsed in his fist, his stomach clenching as a thick, creamy load of cum gushed from his tip. He cursed as his semen made a mess all over the bed; Hopper would have to wash the sheets later, or else sleep in his own cum that night. He reached for a fresh cigarette and stared up at the ceiling while exhaling thin clouds of smoke in its direction.
Hopper wondered how much longer he could go on like this? His ability to resist fantasizing about you was virtually non existent. Eventually, heād have to either figure out a way to let go of his lust for you, or tell you how he felt. And Hopper knew the second option really wasnāt an option at all. Thereās no way in hell youād actually be attracted to him, Hopper thought. He was the same age as your dad, and that alone had to be a major turn-off for you. The likelihood of you ever viewing him as anything besides a contemporary of your dadās was slim to none. And the last thing Hopper wanted to be, for you, was a father figureā¦
He swung his legs over the bed, and forced himself to the shower. Hopper knew that revealing his sick secret would destroy his friendship with your dad. He didnāt want that. And maybe more than anything, Hopper didnāt want to make you uncomfortable. He chuckled darkly to himself as he stood in the shower, letting the water run over him. A sweet, pretty young woman like you would never guess she was the subject of a perverted copās fantasies. Not with all the men who probably pursued you at college, men twenty years younger than Hopper. At best, you likely viewed him as a nice older man, someone you could trust just like you could trust your dad.
Hopper shook his head, gazing down at the shower drain. How wrong you were, he thought to himself. Because there was nothing about Hopper that was trustworthy, when it came to his true feelings for you. He was a hypocrite, a liar, and a convincing one. For now, he would go on spending time with your dad, at your home, pretending like everything was okay. And one day, when you returned to college, maybe Hopper would be free of your spellā¦
āØ one week earlier āØ
It was a peaceful Monday morning for you. Home from college on Summer break, waking up in your childhood bedroom filled you with a rush of nostalgia you hadnāt experienced in a long time. Sunlight feathered through your curtains and across your bed. You stretched your legs and arms, and let your thoughts drift to the evening before.
Jim Hopper had stopped by to visit your dad last night and watch a football game together. You hadnāt seen Hopper in over two years. To be honest, youād forgotten about your old crush on the townās chief of police, letting it fade to the back of your mind as college life became your main focus. Traveling away from home to the big city of Indianapolis, Indiana, was a life-changing experience. Youād never been that far from Hawkins before, and while a few familiar faces from home were there as well, it still felt like the small town you loved was a whole world away.
Over time, youād forgotten about Chief Hopper and the silly little crush youād had on him when you were younger. But when he showed up at your house last night, your feelings for him wereā¦brand new. Now, you were an adult, and nothing about your previous crush was present in the feelings you had watching your dadās friend enter your home. Viewing Hopper through the eyes of a woman, your perception of him was completely different.
Youād been with a man before, a man your age. It had only happened once, and it was terrible. You regretted losing your virginity to someone who obviously had no idea what he was doing, let alone what he was supposed to be doing to you. Part of you wondered what a man like Jim Hopper, a man with decades of experience fucking women, could do to you? The Chiefās love life had always been a popular topic of gossip around town. Rumor had it that Hopper was quite promiscuous, and had developed a reputation as a womanizer in his younger days. A man like that, who you just so happened to be insanely attracted to, could probably show you what sex was supposed to be like. What a real, rough fuck was like, the kind of fucking you fantasized about, the kind of thoughts you touched yourself toā¦
You sifted through the pages of a well-worn notebook. In its contents were various notes on divination, the phases of the moon, a record and analysis of your dreams, the magickal correspondences of crystals, colors, and more. But by far, the most important content in your notebook were the spells youād written. Some had worked, some had failed, and there were some you had written but not yet used. One of these un-cast spells was the love spell youād written. Admittedly, it was less of a love spell and more of a lust spell, butā¦regardless, you hadnāt yet found the right person to use as inspiration when the spell was cast. Youād never desired anyone enough to make an attempt at bending the Universeās will to influence your love life, butā¦seeing Jim Hopper again had stirred something powerful inside you.
Gathering your supplies, you prepared yourself mentally and physically to carry out the spell. You opened your bedroom window and let the sun sink its fingers beneath your skin, absorbing its masculine energy. Performing the spell by moonlight would have been useful in securing a lover whose energy was feminine. But the object of your desire was absolutely dripping with a masculinity so potent, you didnāt think youād ever been near a man who exuded such powerful masculine energy.
After completing the spell, you trusted that the only thing left to do was wait. You climbed back into the familiar warmth of your bed, feeling a bit sleepy, but with a thrumming ache between your thighs that just couldnāt be ignored. Slipping a hand beneath your panties, you imagined it was Jim Hopperās hand instead. Believing in your personal power, you trusted that the Universe was working with you. It may take a week, or ten days, or fourteen; but you would have Jim Hopper. If he didnāt want you already, he would, and badly. He would soon be craving you, not just desiring you, but burning alive inside with the need to possess you. Closing your eyes, you began to rub soft circles over your clit, building the pressure until it broke in waves, and Jim Hopperās name was spilling from your lips in panted, grateful whispersā¦ āØ
PART TWO
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Steve Harrington x reader | sex in the shower with boyfriend!steve š§”
You woke to the sound of running water close by. As your eyes blinked open and drifted to the bathroom door, you noticed it had been left slightly ajar. Moist air drifted from inside, along with the woodsy, peppery scent of your boyfriendās shampooā¦
You grinned contentedly, remembering all the ways Steve had made love to you the night before. Stretching your arms and legs under the sheets, you felt a large, damp patch in the middle of the bed, and your smile grew wider. The image of Steveās face between your thighs lingered in your mindā¦how handsome heād looked, covered in your slick from his hairline to his chin. Youād squirted several times in a row as he ate you out, soaking not only Steve but apparently, saturating the sheets beneath you as well.
Memories of last night traveled straight from your mind to between your legs. Your cunt was still puffy and moist from Steveās efforts the night before. Heād come inside you when he finished, and the combination of Steveās release and yours was a sticky reminder between your thighs of the cum-soaked state heād left you inā¦
You returned your focus to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, listening to the stream of water shift as Steveās body moved under it. You decided that waiting any longer for him to fuck you again was not an option. Pulling back the sheets from your body, you tiptoed naked to the bathroom, and gently crept inside. The small room was warm and inviting, the air thick with moisture. You reached for the shower door, carefully sliding it so you wouldnāt startle Steve.
ā¦When his hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you inside with him, a surprised little gasp escaped your lips, quickly followed by giggles as Steve pulled you close. His arms surrounded you in warmth, wrapping around your waist and pressing your chest to his. Steveās back faced the shower head, droplets of water splashing from his broad shoulders and onto your breasts as he squeezed you closer.
The coarse hair on Steveās chest looked even darker than usual, matted down with water and just beginning to curl. The friction it caused against your breasts felt incredible. Your nipples perked instantly, rising to meet the soaked nest of hair they were immersed in. Steve didnāt miss the way your eyes fluttered in a soft expression of bliss when he pressed his knee between your thighs, nudging your clit. Steve kept his knee locked there, his muscular thigh wedged flush against your cunt. He could feel your need, the way your pouty pussy throbbed against his skin in time with your heartbeat.
Steveās lips met yours in a kiss that tasted of rain in the middle of Summer, fresh and warm as it melted between your lips. His tongue played tenderly with yours, gently stroking and caressing into your kiss. Your cunt wept greedily against Steveās thigh, the evidence of your arousal dripping down his leg, mixing with the water and circling the drain.
Steveās hands wandered up your back, his fingertips tickling your spine. The gesture made you shiver against him, your nipples perking even firmer, goosebumps dotting your skin. Steveās lips ventured to your shoulders, kissing the goosebumps away, his fingers lacing delicately through your hair. He rocked his thigh against your cunt, pulling a desperate whimper from your throat.
āSteve,ā you breathed, and he nodded in response, water dripping from the ends of his hair. āI know, baby,ā he said, sliding one hand beneath your thigh. āYou donāt have to say it; I already knowā¦ā
Steve lifted one of your legs and wrapped it around his waist, hoisting you up so your knee was bent over his elbow. With his free hand, he reached between your bodies and took hold of his cock. Rubbing his tip between your slick folds, Steve collected a generous amount of your cum on the head of his cock before pressing inside you, filling you whole.
The position gave Steve even deeper access to your cunt than usual; with his body bent slightly at the waist and your leg elevated to the level of his hip, Steve could fuck places inside you that more standard positions didnāt allow.
Your forehead was pressed to Steveās chest, tears of relief burning behind your eyes as you squeezed them closed. Every upward punch of Steveās hips hit a place so deep inside you, it felt like you were being stretched open for the first time, like losing a second virginity in part of you that hadnāt previously existed.
Steveās eyes were glossy, his gaze fixed between your bodies, watching his cock disappear inside you. Your needy cunt swallowed Steve eagerly, sucking him like a vice. His thrusts began to grow desperate in pursuit of his climax, the heady burn of pleasure within Steve at its absolute peak.
With a groan of release, Steve erupted deep inside you, emptying against your cervix and painting your vagina in cum. Immediately after his orgasm, Steve went to his knees in front of you. He shoved his face between your thighs, hungrily probing your pussy. With his tongue buried in your cunt, Steve let you ride him to your own climax. You clutched Steveās shoulders for support as you humped his face and bounced on his tongue till your orgasm was spilling through you in waves. Steve licked your vagina clean, sucking his cum from between your lips, peppering delicate kisses along your puffy cunt before rising to his feet, and taking you again into his arms.
A warm stream of water and cum dripped between your bodies as you held each other inside the shower. Tilting Steveās face to yours, you teased his lips apart with your tongue. The sweet, salty flavor of your cum and Steveās blended together as you explored each other in a deep, passionate kiss. Steve tugged your bottom lip between his, sucking lightly. When he released it, he was smiling, his pretty hazel eyes adoring you. āLetās dry off and get back in bed,ā Steve grinned mischievously. āSo I can get you wet all over againā¦ā
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