𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 | 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

requested by @eddiesquinn

A/N: this is kinda filthy I can’t lie lmao I hope you like it! thank you for the request!!

“Tough day at work?” You hum with a smirk as Jim collides his body with yours almost as soon as he’s through the door.

“You have no idea,” he grumbles against your mouth.

His lips are hungry and dominating on top of yours. His hands quickly find their way to your hips, giving them a squeeze and signalling for you to jump. You oblige, jumping up and hooking your legs around his waist. He walks you over to the closest piece of furniture, which just so happened to be small table you guys ate dinner at.

He drops you unceremoniously onto the table top, slotting his hips between your open legs. He grunts as he makes quick work of his belt and fastenings, quickly pulling free his hard cock. He doesn’t even bother with taking your panties off. He simply hikes up your dress, pulls your underwear to the side, before he’s roughly pushing into you. You bite you lip at the slight pain of the stretch. Jim was was clearly in need of fucking out his bad day and you were always more than happy to oblige.

He doesn’t take his time, he goes right to setting a brutal and ruthless pace as he fucks into you. You moan out loudly as he grunts deeply in your ear. You have to put an arm behind you to support yourself as he fucks you with enough force to have the table banging against the wall it was leaning against.

The most sinful of moans escapes your lips when Jim suddenly dips his head down, pulling your panties even more to the side with his fingers, and spits right onto your aching clit. Your head flies back with pleasure as he starts to work his spit over your bundle of nerves, rubbing with his thumb, setting a brutal pace to match that of his cock thrusting inside you.

“You gonna cum for me babygirl?” He asks gruffly, his voice even deeper than usually.

You nod incoherently as you cling onto him frantically, fingers scrambling to find purchase on his broad shoulders.

“Yeah? Cum for me sweetheart, I need to feel it. Need to feel you squeeze me so good,” he grunts as he thrusts into you harshly a few more times.

His words tip you over the edge, your pussy squeezing him tight as your body convulses through your high.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he grinds through gritted teeth as you feel him spill inside you.

He spurts rope after rope of his seed inside you, continuing to fuck you harshly through both your climaxes. He keeps his cock moving inside you until you can start to feel the warm, sticky mess of his cum dribbling down the back of your ass as he essentially fucks his own cum out of you.

Without warning he’s suddenly pulling out of you, his eyes instantly locking on your exposed and ruined pussy. You feel your pussy clench again with a final remnant of pleasure and you can feel even more of his release pool out of you.

“Mmm,” he hums darkly with a smirk, “now that’s a sight to cure any bad day.”

Your face flushes with the heat of embarrassment as you look down to where his gaze lay.

“Oh my god Jim!” You chastise. “It’s on the table, we eat here!” You smack his shoulder lightly.

His smirk only grows, “well I didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago.”

Main Masterlist // Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

noise complaint

masterlist

pairing: hopper x reader

desc: hopper finding you drunk at a party, throwing you over his shoulder, driving you home and helping you sober up by holding your head up and holding the glass to your lips while you drink water and ramble about the ginormous crush you have on him is simply something so special to me

a/n: first hopper fic!! i do hope you enjoy. there’s hints of crybaby reader and an implied age gap. p.s. while searching for a gif for this fic i saw a fic description that had some similar elements to this one. i haven’t read the fic itself but i wanted to just apologise if my fic seems too similar! that was completely not my intention and i hope i don’t come across as offensive as i hadn’t known about the fic before writing this one.

A warm, happy buzz thrummed through your body as you smiled up at the ceiling blissfully. You had been drinking, the edges of the world becoming soft and blurry, a sweet warmth blooming in your chest. The music blaring through the speakers and the chatter of the party around you sent gentle vibrations through the plush couch you were lying on. Your smile grew wider. You felt good.

“Oh, shiiit!” You giggled, watching as a couple of party-goers raced past you, laughing at the way they tripped over themselves as they ran. 

“Oh, shit.” Your voice lost all its tipsy amusement, becoming deadly serious as Hopper’s face appeared above yours.

There was no use in running now. He had caught you red-handed, a little drunk and spacing out on the couch at a house party that was probably a little too loud for the host’s neighbours’ liking. Still, you turned over, sliding off the couch in defeat, shielding yourself from his condescending expression. Maybe if you tried, you’d be able to roll under the couch and hide from him forever. 

You heard him click his tongue above you in annoyance. 

“What’re you doing here, kid?” His gravelly voice held a flat tone, and you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. 

“I’d ask you the same question, but I assume you aren’t here to party-arty-arty.” You mumbled into the rug. 

You rolled over onto your back, now looking up at him. Of all the house parties, in all of Hawkins, in all the world, he had to walk into the one you were at. 

It was bad enough that the chief of police caught you less than sober, rolling around on the rug at a house party, but it was even worse that he lived right next door to you. You’d get the mail in shame for the rest of your life.

“I’m not here to party-arty-arty.” He grumbled, words sardonic as he rolled his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile at his distaste for your phrase. “We got a noise complaint.”

“Bummer.” You mumbled. Your hand crept up to his heavy boot, tugging on one of his laces absent-mindedly. He scowled, pulling his foot away. You dissolved into giggles, abruptly stopping as you saw the glare he gave you. “Lighten up, Hop.”

“I’ll lighten up once you get the hell outta here.”

You smiled up at him sheepishly. “I… don’t have a ride home.” 

He blinked at you incredulously before letting out a low groan, digging his palms into his tired eyes. “Shit.”

“That’s one for the swear jar!” You sang, holding out your hand as if expecting him to drop a dollar in it. He lightly smacked it away and you pouted defensively. “Government wage that bad, huh?”

He shushed you irritatedly, prompting you to let out another laugh. He squeezed his eyes shut, as if deep in thought. 

He couldn’t just leave you there. You were his neighbour’s daughter, for God’s sake. 

“You’re cute when you’re thinking.” You whispered.

He opened his eyes, ignoring your comment and the heat creeping up his neck. 

He exhaled sharply, crouching down next to you as he slid his jacket off, wrapping it around your waist. Then, in one movement, he hauled you up onto his shoulder. 

You exploded with laughter, your dizziness worsening as you hung upside down, thrown over his shoulder. 

He paused, taking care to pull his jacket down over your butt as your skirt rode up. He locked his arm around your thighs and made his way out of the house, boots clomping on hardwood and then gravel as he approached his truck. 

He took a second to breathe in the night air. His free hand snaked into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it nonchalantly, as if you weren’t slumped over his shoulder, ribcage shaking as you struggled to stifle your laughter.

You raised your arm behind you, toward his face, index and middle finger extended, asking for a drag. He pushed your arm away. 

“Nice try.” He scoffed, opening the door and helping you into the passenger seat. 

“Worth a shot!” You grinned. He shook his head, letting out a low chuckle. 

He leaned over you, pulling your seatbelt over your chest and buckling you in with a satisfying “click”. His eyes flickered to your face as you smiled dreamily up at him.

He felt his lips turn up in response, unable to control himself. 

“What’s got you smiling, huh?” He asked, curious. 

“You look rather handsome tonight, Chief.” You whispered, your voice lilting, sing-songy in your inebriation. You tugged his hat off his head, twirling it between your fingers. 

He looked at you, your shy gaze avoiding his as you clumsily handled his hat. 

His heart thumped. He turned away, clearing his throat, trying to mask his flustered expression. 

“You look rather drunk.” He replied, giving your reddened cheeks a tap. 

He rounded the truck, sliding into the driver’s seat, watching as you kicked your legs up on the dash with a loud thump, placing his hat over your face as you settled into your seat. 

His eyes travelled over your leg propped up so close to him, bent upward onto the dash. He grabbed your knee and shoved it back down, and he could tell you were giving him that mischievous smile, even through the hat that obscured it. His lips quirked upward. 

As he drove you back to your house, the bump and sway of the truck on the poorly paved roads lulled you to sleep. Slowly, the hat slid off your face as your temple dropped against the window. You held the hat in your arms, keeping it close to your lap as you dozed, the drinks you had earlier sending you to sleep quick enough. 

He turned to look at you, taking a drag of his cigarette as the other hand gripped the steering wheel as he navigated the roads. He slowed down, attempting to steer past the potholes so you could sleep in peace. Still, your head would knock against the glass every once in a while, causing you to frown in your sleep. He chuckled, watching your sleepy pout lit up by the streetlights that flashed by overhead. It was cute. 

He faltered for a moment, hesitating, before reaching over to hold your shoulders, trying to push you back onto your seat. 

Gonna give herself a damn concussion. 

Instead, you slumped toward him, your head, heavy with sleep, falling upon his shoulder. He stiffened for a moment, glancing at you. You nuzzled into his side, lips parted gently. 

He swallowed thickly, trying to stay as still as possible, awkwardly tapping his fingers against the steering wheel though. Slowly, he relaxed, getting used to the weight of your body pressing into his shoulder.

Eventually, he pulled into his driveway. He hated having to wake you up, pausing to gaze at your peaceful, sleeping face before gently shaking you awake. He held back the urge to smile as you rubbed your bleary eyes, glancing around you as you realised where you were. 

“Alright, run on home, now.” He said, nodding toward your door. 

Your eyes widened, and you swivelled back toward your seat, yanking down the passenger side mirror. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” You mumbled, panic tinging your voice.

You smoothed down your dishevelled hair inelegantly, pressing the backs of your hands to your still inflamed cheeks in a futile attempt to cool them down. 

You huffed hopelessly, setting your forehead against the dash, letting out a little whine of despair.

“Okay, cut the dramatics…” His heart softened as you let out another pitiful whine, but he pressed on. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the door-” 

“Hop, please don’t make me go home yet.” You pleaded with him, holding onto his arm. “I’m still buzzed, my parents are gonna be able to tell-” 

He opened his mouth to refuse once more, but began to panic when he spotted the glimmer of tears welling up in your eyes, your lip wobbling. 

“Hey, hey, don’t cr-” 

You gave one last convincing sniffle. 

He sighed, caving in. “Okay, okay-”

You gave him a toothy grin before lunging at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a grateful hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You squealed. 

“Alright, alright.” He sighed, patting your back awkwardly, feeling reluctant when it was time to break away from you. “Just until you sober up.”

He opened the door for you, letting you hold onto his shoulder for balance as you hopped down from his truck, making sure you were walking steady as he led you to his porch. You plopped down ungracefully, and he draped his jacket over your shoulders. 

The wood of the porch was cold and uneven beneath your thighs as you sat on the ledge, fiddling with Hopper’s hat in your hands. He returned from inside with a glass of water, the floorboards creaking under his weight as he sat down next to you. 

You looked at your feet as you sat in silence, the night breeze ghosting your face gently, crickets chirping in the distance. You heard the click of his lighter and turned to watch as Hopper’s face was illuminated by the fire as he lit another cigarette, his features bathed in the golden light.

You put on his hat, adjusting it so you wore it just like he did. He peered over and chuckled, flicking the brim. 

“Cute.” He muttered, before clearing his throat and turning away, awkwardly drumming his fingers on his thighs. 

“You think I’m cute?” You asked, looking up at him through your wide eyes. 

A blush crept up his cheeks. 

“Drink.” He said gruffly, holding out the glass to you. 

You ignored his gesture. You felt your cheeks warm even further, the effects of the liquid courage you’d had earlier taking hold now, stronger than ever. Your lips became loose, and you could tell you were about to be a little too truthful and that you’d regret all the words that were about to leave your mouth. Still, you spoke. 

“Because, I think you're cute.” You blurted out. 

His eyes widened almost imperceptibly before regaining his feigned unfazed expression. 

“You’re drunk. Drink.” He spoke. 

“Like, really cute.” You swayed toward him. “Like, really, really-”

His hand splayed on the back of your head as he held your head up towards him, holding the glass to your lips, making you pause and take a sip. 

“Cute.” You finished. 

“I think I like you.” He made you take another drink of the water, the smooth, refreshing liquid sliding down your throat, a little slipping down your chin as he held the glass to your mouth. He used his thumb to wick the droplets away. “Like, really like you.” Another drink. “Whenever I see you-” Another sip. “I get all these butterflies in my stomach and I-” Sip. “Just can’t describe it. Like, I-” Sip. “I think-” Sip. “I think I like everything about you.” 

You went on like this for ages, Hopper holding the glass to your lips and interrupting you with sips of the water, as you rambled on and on about the huge crush on him that you’d been nursing for ages now, completely oblivious to the smug smile that was now gracing his face as he held you. 

After a good while of pouring your heart out, you seemed to run out of steam, panting a little at the rapid speed you had been talking at. 

“Feeling better?” He asked, you nodding in response. You were sobering up, but the burn in your cheeks still hadn’t subsided. You were blushing for an entirely different reason, now.

He nudged the small of your back, urging you to stand up. 

“Walk in a straight line.” He called out, prompting you to laugh as you did what you were told. 

“You gonna ask me to recite the alphabet backwards now?” You turned to him, smiling cheekily as he approached you. 

He hummed, as if in deep contemplation. “I think that won’t be necessary.” 

He threw his arm around you as he walked you to your door, pulling his jacket tighter around you. 

You stopped in front of the door, taking a deep breath of anticipation as you both stared at it. 

“Hop?”

“Yeah?” 

“You’ll wave at me from your window if I end up getting grounded, right?” 

“Of course, kid.”

CUM PLAY WITH HOPPER - HEADCANON

Repost from 2019 - my own work

Season 3 Chief Jim Hopper x Female Reader

Summary: headcanons on how Hopper views cum play

Warning: filthy dirty shameless smut

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• Hopper and cum play… where do I start? 

• Oh yeah, our man Jim Hopper LOVES cum play 

• He is indeed very possessive of his little girl, so having her soaked and dripping with his cum is definitely something that brings him great pleasure 

• It can be something discreet between the two of you 

• Or something very dirty like you having to be covered in his cum in public 😏 

• When you blow or jerk him off, Hopper loves to cum in your mouth, it is just so dirty to see his sweetheart swallowing his cum it is enough to spark a hint of his arousal again 

• But he likes seeing you dripping, remember that 

• So when he cums all over your face it feels like heaven 

• And ohhh your tits too, it drives him insane to see your hard nipples covered in his hot juices 

• But he is very respectful, so he'll avoid shooting his seed into places you don't like to, for example your hair, in case it does bother you 

• He enjoys when you taste his pre cum too!! It turns him on A LOT 

• Hop also likes to cum on your ass, especially after a few spankings so he'll see your reddened flesh receiving his load 

• And also cum into your asshole, so you can clench it around his thick juices and they'll drip down your pussy and thighs 

• Ohhhh speaking of that, Hop likes to spread your pussy lips wide and cum inside of it, right into your hole 

• So he'll either tell you to clench it tight so you'll keep it inside of you 

• Or he'll demand you to rub it all over or clit and use it as lubricant to touch yourself for him 

• If he wants to keep dominance, he definitely cums into your panties and makes you wear them warm and wet with his honey so you'll remember you belong to him 💕 

___

still of the night

premise: hopper was many things, but a man of resistance when it came to you was not one of them.

pairing: jim hopper x (f)reader

word count: 653

warnings: eighteen+ content, consensual somnophilia, unprotected p in v, unmentioned age gap, pet names, wrote this with season one hopper in mind but imagine whichever look you wish, establish relationship, smallest amount of dirty talk.

etc: this is my first time writing for daddy hop which is very shocking to me and my whore self, but i hope the hopper babes enjoy it!

kinktober 03 | kinktober masterlist

It’s quiet when he walks in. A calm settled inside the small trailer, a stark contrast to all the noise and chaos of his day. The quiet almost weird to him, doing the opposite of what one should feel when they come home to it. He should be basking in the calm after the storm, but his body is still compressed. Nerves still making his fingertips itch for a cigarette.

The calm doesn’t hit him until he’s bypassed the living room. Leaving his hat and belt to occupy the rest of the scattered items on the coffee table. His figure moving down the hall to the master bedroom, when he steps in the doorway that’s when the calm comes.

When he sees you laid out on your stomach, blankets kicked off, cotton underwear on display as the old t-shirt you’re sporting has ridden up your stomach in your sleep. The slow rise and fall of your chest; that’s when he feels at ease. When the troubles of the day have completely deflated his body into something more than autopilot and caffeine.

Jim Hopper was many things, but a man of resistance when it came to you was not one of them.

Your relationship had taken the both of you by storm with how easy and quick it had formed. The attraction coming simply and the love following in abundance. As did the desire, the want, a need he forget could feel better than just a quick fuck with someone random he met at the corner bar.

You had become that calm that settled not only in his home but inside of his bones—and his cock.

Hopper loved taking you anyway you’d let him. He loved putting you in new positions, pushing your knees to your chest so he could watch you squirm and try to take all of him without fight.

He loved fucking you in his car, or on his desk when you’d bring him lunch.

He was a lucky man. A man whose cup never ran empty when it came to that throb in his cock.

But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like you most like this.

Ass in the air as if you knew he’d come home and find you like this. Like you knew his cock would grow hard and the strain from a hard day would not allow him to hesitate. To stop himself from taking what you’ve given him permission to have when he needed it, wanted it.

It’s why he doesn’t think twice in stripping from his clothes. From pulling your legs straight so he can climb on top of you, pull your panties off and easily slip inside of you.

A “fuck” whispered into your shoudler blade as he fills you. As he begins to move in the slowest of thrusts, pushing deeper and deeper as he does, letting your walls relinquish his tension of the day.

Give him what he so desperately needed from you right now.

When he finally fills you to the hilt, when you’re finally completely full of him and there’s a light smacking of his hips against your ass as he fucks you—that’s when you finally start to make noise.

Your noises of sleep turning into soft whimpers as he fucks you. As he softly grunts and breathes against your cheek, his weight at your back.

It takes a little longer than usual for you to come to. To finally open your eyes and your ass squirm up into him.

“Shh, shh,” he soothes. Pressing a line of kisses along your jaw. “I couldn’t help myself, you looked so pretty.”

Your pussy has already grown wet, is already taken him so well. It only takes a few seconds of comprehension for your body to alight with pleasure and join him in searching for that release.

“Had a long day,” he grunts. “I need to come, baby—need you.”

Jim Hopper as a Boyfriend

Request: Jim Hopper as a husband ❤️ thank you @tinyladyblaze​!! A Hopper lover I am surprised 🤭 I hope you enjoy!🚬It has been a long time since Hopper has been in a relationship so he is rough and a bit out of touch. You slowly teach him how to be gentle and romantic again. That love is a beautiful thing not a scary thing🚬It has been a long time since Hopper has been in a relationship so he is rough and a bit out of touch. You slowly teach him how to be gentle and romantic again. That love is a beautiful thing not a scary thing

🚬You will take him on movie dates and out to dinner and he realizes how nice it is to just spend time with someone. 

🚬Hopper is not a very physical boyfriend his love language is acts of service. He will fix your car, repair things in your home, bring you food...he will hug you and kiss you when you are away from others

🚬He always complains about some kid named Mike

🚬Eventually Hopper takes you on a date to this run down little bar he loved as a teenager as you steal sips of each others drinks. Hopper gets drunk enough to sing karaoke and dedicates it to you and yes it is I wanna know what love is by foreigner

🚬When you leave clothes at his place Hopper will was them and hang them up in his closet for you. Except your underwear those mysteriously go missing...every time 👀

🚬He calls you doll, babe, sweetheart 

🚬Making food for Hopper and labeling it with notes and storing it in cute containers for the week and giving it to him since all he eats is fast food and frozen meals. Plus he has a growing daughter to feed!

🚬Hopper gives the best cuddles he’ll wrap his arms around you and squeeze gently occasionally placing a kiss on your head and he smells like soap and cigarettes. 

🚬You and Hopper can only spend time at his house during the day. He’s not ready for you to meet his daughter

🚬“She’s just a little different from other kids and she hasn't had the best life. It’s not you but I...its my job to keep her safe.”

🚬One day he is about to drop you off at home when he stops you “Would...would you want to meet my daughter...El?”

🚬Meeting El at a local dinner with Hopper bonding when you both order waffles for dinner. While Hopper watches falling more in love with you and in that moment decides that he wants you to be apart of his family.

🚬Hopper as El if he should marry you she’s like “What is marry?”

🚬He would bring it up to you casually one night while lying in bed “The other day...El said that we should get married isn't that crazy?” he laughs nervously. You just laugh with him “I don't think it would be that crazy”

NSFW

🚬Hopper is a cop so you know he always has cuffs on him.....and maybe on you later 😏

🚬”You need to be quiet doll....El is home” pushes your knees back and fucks you harder like excuse me sir...

🚬When late night patrol gets boring he will pick you up and drive around before pulling you into the backseat of his car where he pushes you against the divider and ya know...

🚬Hopper will make love to you while having a cigarette in his mouth and blow the smoke into your face as he moans

🚬”Do we really need to use condoms? What's the worst that cold happen, you get pregnant. That's not so bad baby”

🚬Breeding kink!!! 

I hope everyone enjoyed it! I want to say that I do not write for Hopper but I made an exception because they are an amazing supporter of my writing and have been around since day one and I appreciate them so much🥺 so thank you!!!!!

Just found your acc and read that hopper smut u recently wrote and it was so good

Could you write hopper x afab reader where the reader keeps teasing hopper and hopper tries not to give in but eventually he snaps and the reader and him do it???

Weird request but could y write in it that the reader eats a popsicle in a seggsual way in front of him (seen it in other smuts and it’s just so gooood) just an idea up to u if u want to write it or not

hi babe! ooooh you're so lucky that ive been wanting to write something like this for awhile !! hope you enjoy love :)

p.s. im so so sorry everything has been taking me a while guys i needed to take a hot sec for myself ive been exhausted but ya girl is back and if you're lucky i might just do two of these tonight.

also tips arent required at all but definitely appreciated if someone feels generous enough!

warnings: okay MINORS DO NOT OPEN! teasing, semi-public sex, kinda have a hot thing for being bent over hopper's desk, definitely oral (male receiving), dirty talk? basically just you being horny as fuck for hop on a hot summers day and he just can't fucking control himself. degradation.

"..I'VE GOT SOMETHING ELSE YOU CAN SUCK ON, BABYGIRL.." hopper x female!reader !

It had been an uneventful summer, and you had been working around the station to help out Flo and Hop, you didn't mind filing paperwork and answering phones, and you certainly didn't mind getting to work with your boyfriend. But the boringness was beginning to get to you, and today just happened to be one of the slowest days you'd had so far, only one phone call had taken place, and it was just some little kid reporting their missing rabbit, you didn't have the heart to tell the poor soul that it had probably been run over.

And god it was at the point in the summer where it was suffocatingly hot, and you were sweating just sitting in your chair. You fanned yourself with a piece of paper, your hair moving back and forth slightly as you looked out into the bullpen, the desks filled with officers of your small town all of whom talking amongst themselves and generally trying to keep busy.

God, you thought to yourself, if I'm going to be sweaty and sticky it might as well be from doing something fun.. and idea pops in your head at the thought, your eyes glancing towards your boyfriend's closed office door. He had closed it only a little while ago, fed up with you and your antics.

You had been teasing him all day brushing up against him when you would bring him the case files for each day of the week like he had requested, to check up on how his officers were doing, or rubbing your hand on his thigh just slightly when you brought him his morning coffee, and let's not forget you had even bent over in plain view of him, just enough to show him that you weren't wearing any panties under your floral sundress (one that he told you made you look so innocent that he just couldn't help but take pleasure in completely whoring you out on his cock), but you knew just the outfit alone had probably had him going all day.

You smirk, sitting up straight in your chair, might as well have some fun today. "Flo, I'm gonna go ahead and take my lunch..make sure no one bothers me and hop for the next forty-five minutes okay?" You ask, the woman looks at you oddly before nodding her compliance, who was she to judge what you and the chief did behind closed doors?

You make your way to the break room, smiling and nodding at a few of the detectives you pass in the hallways, making sure to keep your hair up tightly in it's bun, you hated the feel of your hair sticking to the back of your neck.

You open the door of the freezer that was kept in the break area, grabbing a blue colored popsicle from the box you had brought in a couple of days ago, you unwrap it and pop it in your mouth before turning and making your way to his office, humming happily as you walk, knowing completely well that half the people in this building were possibly about to hear you get fucked.

You knock on his office door lightly, poking your head in with a smile before stepping completely inside, closing the door behind you, turning the lock on the handle. He was sat in his desk chair, head down and a pen in his hand as he looked over a paper.

The room was dimly lit, just his desk lamp casting a glow throughout the small space, you didn't mind though, made it a little less hot.

"What do you want?" He asks, voice flat. He doesn't look up, and you narrow your eyes, pulling the popsicle out of your mouth with a squelch.

"That's no way to treat your girlfriend, Chief." You say, bypassing the chairs that sat in front of his desk in favor of planting your ass on top of it, right next to him. Your legs parted just ever so slightly, your dress riding up on your thighs.

He glances up at you, this time a small hint of a smile ghosting at his lips. "Sorry, babygirl, ive been busy.." He says, moving one of his hands to give the exposed part of your nearest thigh a nice squeeze, his hand lingering. "What's up?"

You shake your head, your popsicle back in your mouth as you twist and such on it in an exaggerated fashion, popping it out of your mouth once more. "Nothing, just wanted to come sit with you for a bit, that a problem?" You ask, giving him that innocent look that he just loved so much.

He watches you, eyebrow raised as you start back in on the popsicle, laying your tongue flat against the blue sugar stick, sliding it up and down before sliding it back into your mouth, the same way you would often do with his cock when you would suck it. He wondered if you were doing it on purpose or if you were genuinely just enjoying it that much. Either way, his dick twitches at the suggestiveness of it all.

"Nah baby, I just have to finish these papers okay?" He says, giving your thigh another squeeze before taking his hand away, you can't help but to squeeze them together, just his touch getting you going more than you thought it would.

You nod, leaning back just a little farther, making sure you're in his eyesight as you continue to such on your popsicle, closing your eyes and groaning as you take it all the way into your mouth, damn near gagging on it, you feel his hands still next to you and he shifts in his chair god, you just know that he's got a hardon of your right now. He lets out a deep breath, and you can't help but to smile at him, slurping up your now dripping popsicle as if starts to run down your hands, catching the droplets before they can run off the stick and onto your skin, or stain your dress.

"fuck.." You hear him breath before suddenly the popsicle is knocked from your hands, scattering onto the floor, you look at him in surprise, a noise of protest coming from your throat. Your eyes are wide, hand still halfway to your mouth. He leans back in his chair, pushing it out just slightly as his ha da start fumbling with his zipper, pulling his cock out. He pumps if a few times in his hand as he looks at you, relieving some of the pressure that had built up from watching you all day. "you want to put on a show and suck on that fucking popsicle like a whore? well guess what baby, ive got something you can suck right here, and you've been teasing it all day too.." You lick your lips at his words and suddenly you're being pulled off of his desk onto the floor, your knees hitting it with a weak thud. "Get to fucking work."

You do as told almost a little too happily for his liking, feeling your wetness pool down your thighs as you rub them together, craving friction you so desperately needed to relieve yourself. Almost greedily you take him into your mouth, your tongue working around him as you take him all the way to the back of your throat, letting his tip sit there for a few seconds before you hear him groan, feel his hands move to the back of your head, holding you there as thrusts his hips up into your face, fucking your mouth almost as greedily as you had taken him in.

You gag, looking up at him as he continues to face fuck you, his eyes meeting yours. Your eyes brim with tears from the lack of oxygen, your face turning that glorious shade of red that he just loved so much, and fuck you knew you couldn't take much more but you couldn't help the desperate whine that leaves your mouth when he finally pulls out a few minutes later.

He cocks an eyebrow at you. "Look at you, such a messy fucking slut kneeling on the floor for me.." He says, before pushing his chair all the way back, standing up from it, he grabs you gently by the throat, standing you up before dipping his head down to meet you in a sloppy, wet kiss, your tongues colliding with each other. You moan as he starts walking you backwards towards the little couch he had sitting in the corner of the room, something he had room to spread out on. He turns and sits down, breaking your kiss. He pushes your dress up past your hips, drinking in the sight of your gloriously bare, dripping pussy, ready to take him in. He snakes and around your back, smacking your ass roughly before squeezing your cheek and guiding you forward. "You've been wanting this all day huh? You been teasing me with your dress and your bare pussy..you and your fucking touches..you get to do all the fucking work baby..come on, ride my fucking dick like the whore you are."

You shiver at his words, but too as told. You lift your knees to go on either side of his thick, muscular thighs and slowly, without any guidance you sink down onto his waiting cock, swallowing the thick, veining member down to the base. You both let out a groan as you sit fully on him, his cock already hitting your cervix in just the right fucking spot.

Slowly you start to move your hips, teasingly almost, the sensation of his head brushing that sensitive spot within you has you a moaning mess in seconds, and you feel him grunt, squeezing your ass cheek to guide you farther. "Don't okay games now, babygirl, ride that fucking thing." He spits out, looking down at you with dark, lustful eyes.

You moan at his words, but fuck it, he wants you to ride it? Game on, cowboy. You shift so your feet are planted on the ground, you start bouncing up and down slowly, gaining momentum before youre doing it so fast and hard that you can hear your thighs slapping against his clothed legs, you can hear the squelching of your wet pussy with every movement and your moans turn into high-pitched squeaks.

Without warning he pulls down the top of your dress, letting your tits spill out before he gives them a rough double handed slap, you groan at the sensation, your movements faltering only slightly and you hear him hiss out a breath before he takes one in his mouth, sucking and biting on the nipple like a starved man.

Out of nowhere you feel your orgasm start to hit you, that knot in the stomach coming undone faster than it ever had before and fuck if you didn't nearly start screaming at the sensation, your thighs shaking against his. His shoving his fingers in your mouth the only thing keeping the entire office from hearing your moment.

"fuck, look at you being such a good fucking whore for me riding me like a fucking cowgirl." He says, his hand going to your hip to help guide you up and down as you start to falter, your orgasm still riding you. "You're doing so fucking good for me babygirl, keep going just a little bit longer okay? Can you do that sweet girl?" He asks, bouncing you up and down on his cock, his hips thrusting up to meet you with every bounce, your eyes close and you start to suck on his fingers, fucking sucking on them like they're his dick, swirling your tongue around them, you open your eyes and you start bobbing your head back and forth on them, meeting his gaze as he feels your pussy start to clench, your second orgasm already hitting you just as hard as the first. Fuck, he loses it when he feels your whole body start to shake in pleasure, from the intensity of cuming so hard on his cock and fuck if he doesn't shoot his load in you, letting out a groan louder than he he meant to. "Fuck, baby.." He grunts, relaxing his hips as he starts to feel his cum drip out of you and onto his pants, some of it getting the floor too.

He takes his hands out of your mouth and you collapse against him, unable to move. Your head rests on his chest, and his hand is in your hair, both of you panting as you try to come down from the intensity of both your orgasms. "You good sweet girl?" He asks gently, looking down at you.

You nod, patting his chest and he chuckles, closing his eyes for a second. "Baby, I've never been better." You say, and he laughs, kissing the top of your head.

"Good," He says, slowly lifting you off of him and putting you next to him, letting you curl up. "i like to keep my babygirl satisfied.." he sits with you for a while, letting you nap as the force of the way you were fucking him, and the way you had came twice in such a which span had taken all of your energy. After a while he slowly gets up, moving you to a laying position before he goes and grabs his coat that had been hanging up since spring, pulling it over your body and watching you curl up. He knew that even if it was hot you still needed to sleep with something covering you.

He figured he'd take off work early when you woke up, take you out to a nice early dinner before taking you to rent a few movies and then going home to snuggle on the couch all night, if was his favorite way to end the day sometimes..

Headcanons for being Hopper's daughter and dating Eddie Munson...

You don't know what it is about the curly haired boy who likes being loud and likes making a fool of himself but my god, you want to know more.

"You're Hopper's daughter, aren't you? Huh... cool."

When you and Eddie meet, it's pretty full on from the get go. He's interested, you're interested and things just start from there.

"What would your dad say if he knew that you were sneaking off with me to kiss in empty classrooms?"

At first with Eddie it's just casual but it's not long before something more develops between the two of you.

Once the pair of you make things official, Eddie wants to shout it from the rooftops but you're the one who asks him to keep it secret.

"You're not ashamed of me, are you?"

"What? No, of course not Eddie! I just really don't want my dad finding out. He'll make it into this big thing and I'd really rather not... Soon but not yet, okay?"

You're not worried that your dad won't like him. You know he won't. Jim Hopper would never like any boyfriends (or girlfriends) that his kids brought home. He doesn't like knowing that you and El are growing up.

You begin to sneak out at night once everyone's asleep to go meet Eddie who parks a few streets away. He always welcomes you with the biggest hug and a deep kiss.

It becomes a routine that you sneak out to go meet Eddie after 10pm and you sneak back into your house just before your dad gets up.

Eleven knows. She was one of the first people you told. She's happy that you're happy. She doesn't know why you don't tell Hopper but she keeps the secret for you anyway.

Eddie can't help but spill the beans to the Hellfire Club namely Dustin, Mike, Will and Lucas. Dustin's the most excited. Mike jokes that they'll be brother in laws soon if they both were to marry you and Eleven.

It's Mike that spills the beans.

He's over at the Hopper cabin with Eleven and as the three of them are sitting having dinner Hopper asks Eleven if he knows when you're finished studying (as that's where she'd told him you were).

"Ha! She's not at the library. She's with Eddie, they'll probably be making out in the back seat of his car."

Hopper's face just falls and Eleven kicks Mike under the table hard.

"She's where? With who?"

He demands to know where you are but neither really know exactly where so he drives around town after calling the station and asking them to be on the look out for Eddie's plates.

"Eleven," Hopper growls as he's about to get in the car, "I'll deal with you when I get home."

Luckily Hopper doesn't find you and Eddie. You're too busy driving around town singing. Eddie drops you off earlier than usual, around 9pm, as always two streets away.

Your dad is sitting waiting in the living room for you and as soon as you see him, you know that he knows.

"Where've you been, kid? I'll only ask once."

"Oh god... Who told you?"

He's angry. No, he's furious. He's mad that you have a boyfriend for one and he's mad that you hid it from him for months.

It's a lot of yelling and shouting. The night ends with slammed doors and tears. You almost think about sneaking back out to meet Eddie but after about an hour, your dad walks back into your room.

"Your mom was always the one to deal with the emotional side," he huffs as he sits down on your bed, "I don't know how to do it without getting mad that my girls are growing up."

He apologises for his anger and the stuff that he said. The two of you make up and the next day, he asks to meet this Eddie.

Eddie's terrified. He's never really met parents before, never had any experience with this sort of thing.

You honestly have no idea how it's going to go down but you and Eleven are there to act as buffers. You warn both your dad and Eddie to be on their best behaviour.

It's awkward. God, it's really awkward.

It's a lot of small talk and a lot of you and Eleven trying to make the atmosphere a little better.

You're dad keeps frowning at Eddie almost as though he recognises him somehow.

Eddie tries his best to keep the conversation clean and light. Your dad keeps hammering him with questions like 'And what's your five year plan? Can't play DnD forever.' 'What are your intentions with my daughter?'. The sweat on Eddie's brow is permanent that night.

"I've been trying to figure out how I know you, Eddie Munson," Hopper says with a frown, "I lifted you a few years ago. Drugs and underage drinking."

"Oh fuck."

Eleven has to use her powers to stop Hopper from charging at Eddie then and there.

"W-Well Mr Hopper, great meeting you again and all but I really should be off now. Bye!" Eddie says hurriedly as he scrambles to grab his jacket before you're pushing him out the door.

Can't fight this feeling IV

Jim Hopper x Wheeler!reader

Synopsis: A reader insert where the reader is Mike’s oldest sister, who has already graduated and works at the police station. She has always been infatuated with Hopper, and he seems to be quite taken with her as well. This part takes place in season 1 episode 5

Word count: 4.2k+

Warnings: swearing probably. Talk of funerals and dead bodies. A character learns how to shoot a gun, in probably too much depth. My bad writing/different writing styles from different times I added to the chapter. Age gap relationship. And eventual Stranger Things canon gore.

A/n: It has been a very long two years since my last update. I was honestly so uninspired because the show wasn't on and I wasn't getting any new content. Besides that, I was busy with school and life, as well as not knowing how to end this chapter. But here it is. Let me know if you no longer want to be tagged in this, or if you're new and want to be added to the taglist. I'm already a few paragraphs into part 5.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

After a restless night, I barely slept a wink because I was too busy thinking about the Byers’ and Hop, my alarm goes off informing me that it’s time to get ready for the funeral. Will’s funeral. A part of me keeps thinking that he’s not actually dead, especially since Mike seems more anxious than upset as he fidgets at the breakfast table. 

I put on my black dress and heels in a blur, not even registering that I’m going through the motions until I’m standing fully dressed in front of my mirror. Mike comes in a few minutes later and asks me for help with his tie; dad was choking him and he says it still doesn’t look right. Very few words are exchanged throughout the family this morning, everyone is just going through the motions. 

The funeral is a bit better, I have to help Jonathan with his tie too. I stand behind his seat, hand resting on his shoulder as the Priest speaks, and I glare at Lonnie as he tries to act sad that Will is ‘dead.’ Mike, Dustin, and Lucas are whispering amongst themselves, further fueling my theory that they know something about Will that they aren’t telling me. 

As the service continues I start to glance around the crowd in hopes to find Hop, we didn’t part on good terms last night but he said he’d be here. As much as I hate to admit it, especially if all of this is fake and Will is still alive somewhere, I need Hop. I need him by my side, intertwined pinkies, or wrapped up in his side as he speaks soothing words, even if he doesn’t believe what he's saying and just reiterating the fake reassurances that my mom has told me a thousand times already. 

He’s still not here by the end of the service, making me extremely anxious that something did in fact go wrong last night. The nerves in the pit of my stomach are wound so tight that I feel like I’m going to vomit. After the line of people telling the Byers’ the cookie cutter ‘I’m sorry’s,’ and the ‘if there’s anything I can do’s,’ I walk over to Joyce and Jonathan to see if they’ve talked to Hop at all. 

“Have you guys seen Hop?” I ask Jonathan and Joyce quietly, trying my hardest to ignore Lonnie.

“Hopper is a no good drunk, you’d do better without him in this town,” the man I was attempting to avoid rolls his eyes at me.

“Oh fuck off Lonnie!” everyone still at the gravesite turns to look at me with shocked expressions, except Jonathan who’s trying not to laugh. “Go back to your cheap whore.”

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) Wheeler!” mom says sharply from behind me, Mike is audibly laughing. 

“We were all thinking it!” I defend, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Someones got a crush on Jim, huh?” he gives me a sickening, sleazy, smile that I just want to slap right off his face. “I thought my son would have found some courage and asked you out by now, no other reason to keep you around.”

“Hopper is my boss, I work with him at the station,” I’m seething. Who does this man think he is talking to me like that? “Jim Hopper is a surprisingly thoughtful boss who is good at his job, and someone I respect very much. And, for your information, Jonathan and I are best friends. Neither of us has ever felt anything more for the other. And Lonnie, we both know that whenever you get whatever it is that you want, you’ll be tearing out of Hawkins with no regard for Joyce or Jonathan, so quit acting holier than thou and just leave.”

I swiftly turn on my heel and head to the car, thankful that I drove seperate from my parents this morning; I took my mother’s car and the other five took my father’s. My heart is pounding, I can hear the blood pulsating in my ears as I start to drive away from Lonnie, from a possibly fake body, and away from Jonathan without properly talking to him. I can always go see the latter later tonight and talk with him then. I’m racing down the streets of Hawkins like a bat out of Hell, finally coming to the edge of town where Hop’s trailer is located. 

Pulling up to his trailer I’m shocked to see him outside looking around in circles, the barrel of his gun pointed towards the sky. He looks like hell; messed up hair like he just rolled out of bed, his cream colored henley has sweat stains around the collar, in his armpits, and down the back. He has a crazed look in his eyes, he looks traumatized.

I jump out of the car with no regard for my well-being, he isn’t right in the head at the moment and he could very well shoot me thinking I’m the bad guy. Lonnie’s words are still fresh in my mind; maybe Hopper went to bed drunk and high on too many of his pills. No! Snap out of it, he’s not like that. He hears my footfalls crunching on the gravel; he whips around pointing his gun at me.

My hands immediately go up in the air in surrender, I need to be careful about my next actions. My eyes widen as he keeps the gun up longer than I thought he would. All of a sudden he seems to snap out of it realizing it’s me and not some threat. He looks at me guilty as he lowers the weapon. 

“(Y/N)?” he asks, his eyes and voice telling me that he’s unsure that I’m actually real. 

“Yeah, it’s me,” I try to soothe him like I would a wild animal. My voice is soft and I slowly step closer to him, hands outstretched and palms facing towards him so he knows I won’t attack. “You weren’t at the funeral, I came to make sure you were okay.”

“I missed the funeral?” he asks, still confused and disoriented. I slowly, gently, reach forward and take the gun from his hand. He doesn’t protest, pushing the weapon into my palm once he realizes what I’m doing. 

“Yeah you did,” I take a careful step back, heels sinking into the dirt under my feet. “I was worried because of where you went after you dropped me off last night. I was scared you were hurt, or worse…” I trail off at the end, not wanting to admit out loud that deep down I was worried that Hop got killed last night. 

My words seem to remind him of why he was outside with a gun in the first place, he takes off running back inside without a word. I follow him in confusion, he’s tearing apart the living room as I walk through the door. 

“Hopper, what are you doing?” I ask in horror, Lonnie's words run through my head yet again. Is it possible that Hop was on a bender before he went to sleep and he was still drunk when he woke up?

Instead of responding verbally, Hop takes two long strides across the entire living room area to get to me, putting his hand over my mouth so I can’t talk again. He puts the index finger from his free hand to his lips as a sign for me to stay quiet, before pointing around the room. I frown as he leaves his hand on my face for a few seconds too long. 

I watch as he finally pulls back, observing him tearing apart the cushions for his couch and pulling his phone apart piece by piece. I glance around the room, noticing the spilled pills on his coffee table. Frowning, I set Hop’s gun on the table and put his pills back in the bottle as well as tidy up the empty beer cans strewn on it. 

Hop rushes to the bathroom as I start to tidy up the mess he created in the living room. I can hear him taking apart the light fixtures in there and my worry for his sanity starts to grow. I sigh and sink down onto the ground, the living room is a mess and I don’t have the heart nor the energy to continue cleaning. First we bury Will, or whatever that was, and now Hop’s losing it, how can this day get any worse? I bury my head in my hands as I hear him rush from room to room, tearing them all apart. 

Hop comes back into the living room like a hurricane, tearing apart anything he missed the first time around. I let out a squeak as he throws a light bulb to the ground, it smashes into a million pieces less than a foot away from me. I don’t want to make it worse and get in the way; but I also don’t want him to hurt himself as he destroys his home. 

The last thing untouched in his entire house is the ceiling light in his living room. His shoulders are tense as he unscrews the bolt to take off the glass covering the bulbs. My eyes widen in shock as he pulls down a listening device, or more commonly known as a bug. What the hell did Hop get himself into last night? Hop grits his teeth in an angry sneer before grabbing a book he threw from his room, and smashing the bug repeatedly until there was no way it was still functional. 

“Hop?” I finally dare to ask, raising from the floor carefully avoiding the broken lightbulb. “What happened last night?”

“I went back to the morgue,” Hop runs his fingers through his hair, pulling briefly on the ends. “I-I cut into the body, and it wasn’t real. It was stuffed just like a teddy bear, or some shit.”

“Oh my god,” I murmur under my breath, not expecting to get a response from the man in front of me. 

“So then I snuck into Hawkins lab, got pretty far too,” he continues with his story like I didn’t interrupt. His eyes keep darting around the room like he’s expecting something to hop out at him. “I found a room with a stuffed animal and a kid’s drawing on the wall. The basement- the basement had weird white things floating in the air, there were vines growing out of a glowing hole in the wall. I was surrounded by men in white hazmat suits, next thing I know I’m waking up on the couch; my pills are spilled on the table with lots of empty beer cans that I didn’t drink.”

“Will’s still out there, probably in that glowy viney thing,” I cover my mouth, suppressing a sob. I’m not sure what’s worse; Will being dead, or him still being out there and being held somewhere in Hawkins lab. “We’ve gotta save him Hop, and I’m not letting you do anything by yourself again. I’m not having you die on my watch, not when I can be there to help you.”

Hop is opening his mouth to protest you helping him, you can tell by the scrunch of his face he’s not thrilled with your idea, but tires on the dirt path outside stop him. He yanks me away from the window, grabbing his gun off the coffee table, he pushes me behind him and away from danger. Two pairs of footsteps clomp down on the stairs leading to the front door, and Hop rips the door open before the people can knock.

“Hello? Whoa! - Hey!” Callahan exclaims when Hop steps out of his trailer, gun in hand. 

“Jesus, Chief,” Powell looks at Hopper warily. “You all right?”

“What are you doing here?” Hop’s body is positioned just so that someone would have to be looking intently into the trailer to notice me behind his back. 

“We tried calling but,” Powell’s voice trails off at the end.

“Yeah, phones dead,” Hops voice is gruff and his answer clipped. I can tell he wants the two idiots on his front porch to leave, so he can continue to talk to me about what happened and where to go from here.

“Whoa, (Y/N), what are you doing here?” a shiver crawls up my spine as Callahan gives me a once over. Hop subconsciously- or consciously, I’m not quite sure which- moves in front of me completely to block Callahan’s pervy gaze. 

“Hop wasn’t at Will’s funeral, so I came by to check on him,” I push Hop out of the way and step beside him on the small porch, shutting the front door behind me. It would look a lot worse, and far more suggestive, if Hop was hiding me from view. This way it looks like we aren’t hiding anything- hiding me being there- well, except hiding the torn apart living room from the two doofuses.

Both Callahan and Powell give me disbelieving looks, Powell more so because he saw the way I was with the librarian who slept with Hop the other day, but neither of them voice their opinions on the matter. Instead Callahan starts telling Hop why they showed up in the first place, two more people in town are missing. The naive men in front of us think that everyone’s on edge because of Will’s death, but Hop and I are both thinking that it has to do with whatever is happening at the lab. 

“You go back to the station,” Hop tells the men to go back to the station once he finds out that the men went hunting near Mirkwood. My heart stuttered a bit hearing Hop himself call it that, it makes me wonder if I’m rubbing off on him, or just the boys and this case. “(Y/N) and I will look into this.”

“Are you sure?” Callahan looks awkwardly between Hop and me. I assume he’s unsure if he wants to leave me alone with Hop, especially with how wild and out of it the Chief looks to an outsider. 

“Yeah, leave it,” Hop insists, pushing me slightly as a way of telling me to open the door. 

“Oh, hey. Uh, they found Barbara’s car,” Callahan continues before I can open the door. 

“What?” Hop and I ask at the same time, blood draining from my face. 

“Barbara Holland’s car, seems she ran away after all,” Powell adds, finishing the revelation for his partner. “Staties found it late last night at a bus station.”

“Funny, right?” Callahan adds, almost seeming to catch on that something is majorly off. “They keep doing our job for us.”

“Funny, right,” Hop and I say at the same time, this time he’s more forceful with shoving me towards the door. I quickly open it and he guides me inside, slamming the door shut behind him, putting distance between us and the prying eyes of our dense coworkers.

Once the door shuts I start to clean up the living room again, sighing at the knife made rips in the apoulster of his couch, too long for me to even consider sewing back up for him. I know he was freaking out, but there’s literally a zipper right there in the back, he could have used that instead of stabbing them. While I sweep up the broken light bulbs and try to salvage anything he threw across the room earlier, Hop focuses on fixing his phone, even going as far as to duct tape the mouthpiece back together. 

Once the living room is clean, or as clean as I can get it at this particular moment, I head to the bathroom to clean that up too. I avoid his bedroom though, I know how private and personal someone’s bedroom is, that’s why I threaten Nancy and Mike anytime they go snooping through mine. By the time I’m finished in the bathroom Hop has the phone fixed and is using it to call someone. Normally I wouldn’t snoop, he deserves his privacy, but my feet feel frozen in place when I hear a woman’s voice coming from the other side of the line. 

“I know, I know, I know I shouldn’t be calling you,” Hopper sighs into the phone, playing with the bracelet he made from Sara’s hair ties. “I just wanted to...I just wanted to say that, um...even after everything that happened, I don’t...I don’t regret any of it. And those seven years, they were...everything to me.”

My heart breaks at his words, and it continues to break for him when his ex wife asks if he’s been drinking again. I didn’t know my heart could ache for him anymore than it already did, not until I see Hop’s body tense when he hears a baby start crying from the other end. She’s moved on and he hasn’t. She gets a second chance at that happily ever after bullshit, and Hopper is the Chief of Police in a small town that seems to be overtaken by some crazy powerful and dangerous outside enemy that isn’t afraid to kill anyone in it’s way. 

“You know what, actually, I have been drinking, I’m sorry,” I frown as he starts to shut her out, it’s like I can see the walls he’s built over the years start to be reinforced. “Just take care of yourself, okay? Say hi to Bill for me.” Hop slams the receiver down, hanging up on his ex wife before she can respond, setting the phone on the coffee table in front of him.

“Hop,” I sigh, holding my dress in place as I slide down the dividing wall between his kitchen and living room next to him.

 As soon as my butt touches the ground his phone starts to ring, I glance between him and the aforementioned phone wondering if he’ll pick it up. He doesn’t, he makes no move to answer it, just letting it ring. He does, however, slide his left hand across the floor and close to my right one. Hops left pinky lifts off the ground, hooks around my right one, our hands resting on the floor with our pinky’s tightly entwined. We sit like that for what feels like a long while, at least twenty or thirty minutes. I start to wonder how many times Hop’s ex wife would have called had he not ripped the phone from the wall after the second unanswered one. 

“How ‘bout I teach you to shoot,” Hop turns to me, I can’t quite read the emotion in his blue eyes, but it’s almost like they're pleading with me to say yes. I nod back and he stands, pulling me from my seated position. 

“Should I take my heels off?” I glance down at by black pumps while Hop digs the empty beer cans, the ones the people from Hawkins lab left strewn about his coffee table, out of the trash. 

“Yeah, you’ll need good balance,” Hop heads for the door, beer cans cradled in his left arm, grabbing his firearm off the coffee table with his right hand as he passes it. 

I take off my heels as I start to head towards the door, tossing them carelessly behind me in the general direction of the ruined couch. Rushing in front of Hopper, now barefoot, I open the door for him so he doesn’t have to worry about shifting the beer cans around and possibly dropping any. I follow him out the door, towards the back of his trailer and the pond behind it. Hop drops the beer cans on the grass, grabbing one and setting it on a stump of wood, the gashes on the top of the wood lead me to believe that he uses this stump to chop wood. 

Hop hands me his police issued handgun, stepping behind me once I take it. Instinctually I wrap both of my hands around the handle, my dominant hand resting slightly higher, trigger finger on the side of the barrel. I have this much knowledge of holding a gun from observing Hop, for far too long, any time he has his weapon drawn. Hop gently kicks my right foot out so my feet are shoulder width apart, I move my dominant foot forward a tad, raising my arms in front of me. 

“‘Kay, now use the little bump out on the top as a guide,” his hands rest on my shoulders, before sliding down slightly to help me aim. “Line it up with the beer can and pull the trigger.”

I take a deep breath, anchoring myself to the ground for the blowback, pointer finger moving to the trigger and pulling it. I didn’t anchor myself well enough, falling back into Hop’s chest slightly. I’m too embarrassed from this new position to hear the sound of metal ripping through tin. 

“You did great kid,” Hop whispers into my ear, sending an involuntary shiver up my spine, a shiver I can’t hide from him since we’re still pressed together. Hop slides his hands from my upper arms to my forearms, pushing slightly to lower the gun towards the ground.

“Oh my god! I did it!” I screech louder than intended when I look up to the empty stump. The can is behind the wood, a bullet embedded in the center of the logo, I hit the target on my first try! 

I set the gun on the ground, turning, and jumping into Hop’s arms. My arms are tightly wrap around his neck, and his easily slide around my waist. He holds me close for longer than necessary, but not nearly long enough for my liking: every touch from Hopper is like an itch that can’t be scratched, every time I think I’ll be satisfied but it always leaves me wanting more. 

Once Hop unwraps himself from my hold, he moves to put another beer can on the stump. This time he stays off to the side, I’m left wondering if the hug is the cause of the new position or if Hop just wants me to try alone. We go through ten more empty beer cans, I hit every single one on the first try. Hop also teaches me how to load the clip and the gun, as well as unclip it and put the safety on. 

After Hop finishes teaching me how to protect myself, he grabs my heels when he goes inside to grab one of his coats and hat, and I grab his police department jacket from my car to wear. After grabbing the aforementioned things we get into his truck to warn Joyce that her house may be bugged too, and to let her n\know that Will is probably alive somewhere lost and confused.. Hop keeps glancing my way the entire car ride, and I just nervously play with the hem of my dress. I really don’t want to see Lonnie again, and I especially don’t want him to see Hop. If Lonnie says one bad thing to Hopper in front of me, I may just deck him.

Once we pull up to Joyce’s house, Hop finds an old takeout menu in his car and grabs the pen sticking out of my jacket pocket to write a note telling Joyce to be quiet. Hop finally opens his door and I practically sprint out of my side of the car, having forgone putting on my shoes, and up to the Byers front porch. I’m pounding on the door before Hop has closed his own car door. 

“Go away Lonnie!” I hear Joyce yell from inside the house. I wonder if Joyce has kicked Lonnie to the curb again, finally, as I continue to aggressively pound on the door. Hop joins me on the front porch just as Joyce rips the front door open. “Seriously? I am going to murder-”

Hop and I hold our fingers to our lips to shush an ax wielding Joyce, in Hop’s other hand he’s holding up the old take out menu with the message written on it. Joyce looks confused and a little scared at our random appearance on her doorstep, but she doesn’t fight us when Hop pushes his way into the house. 

“Oh Jesus,” Hop grumbles while I let out a quiet ‘shit’ at all of the Christmas lights hanging in the Byers’ house. 

Hop and I get to quickly unscrew every christmas light, thank God he’s being a lot more calm about it here than at his own place. After what feels like hours Hop unscrews the last light bulb only to find that there were no bugs planted in the Byers’ house. The two of us let out a large sigh as we plop down right next to each other on Joyce’s couch. Hop’s knee rubbing up against mine is all I can think about as he explains what happened to him the night before. I do start to tune back into the conversation when Hop tells Joyce that she was right all along. 

I don’t think I have ever seen Joyce more happy than she is at this moment, at least two people believe her and now there’s undeniable proof, at least to the three of us, that Will is still alive. Joyce pulls me up from the couch and into a bone crushing hug, the hope and joy she's radiating is infectious.

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Welcome to Hawkins Hell (Hopper x fem!reader)

Part 1

Summary: After an encounter with the upside down y/n finds herself in a mystery that goes on in Hawkins together with the local Chief of police she has a crush on. (Set in S1)

A/n: Hey everyone! This is the first chapter of my Hopper series re-written! The chapters will be longer. I hope y’all will like it! Feedback would be very appreciated 🖤

The night crawled upon Hawkins. You hummed softly as you wiped the table in front of you. It was late and you had to close the Diner you worked in. Your Co-Worker Isabell had to leave earlier today because her Babysitter got sick and she couldn’t leave her four year old alone. It was a Wednesday afternoon, so there weren’t much people out at this time anyway. The Cook and his assistant left half an hour ago, there had been no customers at that point and it wasn’t likely that people came at this time anyway. So it was just you, alone, but you didn’t mind that much. Being alone at night in the small Diner was kind of peaceful in a way. The clear fall air and the sunset followed by a dark clear night sky.

You heard a rustling of bushes outside followed by some kind of noise. You hoped it wasn’t some drunk guy stumbling through the woods in hope that you would fix him a sandwich. That happened from time to time but it was always harmless, just annoying to get him to go. But no one came out of the shadows of the trees that surrounded the Place. You continued to wipe off the last few tables, longing to finally be home again.

There it was again. A sound outside. You opened the front door “Hello?“ You called into the crisp night air but nobody called back and no noise was heard so you just shrugged it off, maybe it was a fox or a raccoon searching for something to eat. You went back inside and finished cleaning the last table. Just as you wanted to grab your coat you heard it again. This time it sounded closer, almost like a growl. Before you had time to think more about it something came shooting through the door. Glass flew everywhere. You turned around almost expecting to see a shocked animal but what was standing in front of you made you hold your breath as your eyes widened. It looked like a dog or a bear - no scratch that it looked almost like a human body except where its face should have been there was… Well not a face that was for sure. It took a few steps towards you and you took a similar amount of steps back. But your foot got caught in your coat, wich you had dropped. In horror you realized what was happening but it was too late now, you fell down hitting the ground. It came slowly towards you and you began to scream. It let out a chilling noise that made shivers ripple through you and then it… just ran off. Something must have scared it off but you didn’t knew what. Still shaking you got up and went to the telephone that was attached to the wall and dialed the number of the only person that came to your mind. Jim Hopper.

You had met the chief through his frequent visits at the Diner. Pollys Diner was close to the police station and the owner, Polly Carson, lived in Hawkins her whole live and knew everybody. She also knew Hopper since he was a child. You on the other hand were fairly new to this small town. Having settled here after college, not knowing what exactly to do with your degree. Polly happily hired you and you liked the job and the town.

After a few rings a grumpy sounding voice was heard on the other end of the line. “Hello?“ He huffed “Hopper I-" your voice broke “Y/n? S’everything okay?“ His tone changed immediately and he sounded rather concerned, you shook your head even though he couldn’t see and said “No I- I’m scared.“ You were close to tears at this point “Where are you?“ He asked “Pollys Diner. There was this- this thing. It had no face. Jim there was no face.“ You let out “Y/n please go into Pollys office and lock the door, can you do that? I will be there soon.“ He said in a calm but stern voice. You told him you would to that and after he hung up you hurried down the hall into the office. You sat down in the big leather chair in front of the table and pulled your knees up hugging them with your arms. Slowly you closed your eyes and started to take deep breaths to try to calm you down. But you couldn’t help your mind from wandering back, recalling everything about what had just happened. How this thing screeched, how its face opened up. You asked yourself what would had happened if it didn’t got scared off? You didn’t wanted to imagine that.

About ten minutes later, it could have been 10 hours for all you knew, you heard a car approaching the Diner. His big boots made crunching sounds as he stepped onto the glass shards that were once the front door. Shortly after you heard a knock on the door “Y/n? Are you there? Its me. Jim“ You opened the door your eyes finding his and you let out a breath you didn’t knew you were holding, before you flung your body into his arms. He held you for a moment before he leaned back, resting his hands on your shoulders in a comforting way.

You and the Chief knew each other from his frequent visits at your workplace. You got along pretty well and it would be a lie if you said you hadn’t had developed a crush on the handsome man.

“Can you tell me what happened?“ He asked you as he sat down on the edge of the table and you settled back into the chair. “I don’t know.“ You said with a low voice. The last ten minutes that you had waited for his arrival you had made you think about what happened and that it didn’t made any sense. It simply sounded crazy and he would think you were going insane. You didn’t wanted to embarrass yourself even more, you couldn’t even look hin in the eyes. “Can you tell me what you saw?“ He asked with a caring tone but you just bit your lips and shook your head. “You said it had no face?“ Hopper asked again and you forced yourself to look into his eyes. The look on his face wasn’t what you head expected at all. His eyes held worry and compassion so you took a breath before you said “It- It looked like a dog but it was bigger, almost human like but there wasn’t a face, not a real face at least and it… it opened up.“ He nodded and was about to speak again but you spoke up before he had a chance to get a word out. “And I know it sounds crazy. Hell I wouldn’t even believe me if I hadn’t seen it so I completely understand-" Hopper interrupted your rambling “I believe you.“ He said and you looked at each other for a moment before he spoke up again “I’m not sure if I would have a week ago but things have changed around here. I don’t know what’s going on in this town but something isn’t right.“ Shiver run up your spine hearing his words.

As you walked out of the office memories of the previous hour came rushing back to you. Subconsciously you took a step closer to Hopper who gave you a sympathic smile. “What should I do about this?“ You asked looking at the smashed door. “Should I call the police?“ Hopper chuckled “The police’s already here honey.“ You smiled at that for a moment ”Lets get out of here. I’d say just close the diner as you would normally. Tomorrow someone will think an accident or something happened. No need to worry anyone.“ You looked at his face for a second before nodding. You slipped into your coat and took your bag before carefully closing the door and locking it. “Does the Diner has surveillance?“ Hopper asked while fetching a cigarette out of its box. “Hop this is Hawkins no one has any kind of security system around here.“ You answered him and he rolled his eyes in a playful manner. “Wheres your car?“ He asked looking around the empty parking lot. “In the Garage getting repaired. I came here with my bike.“ As soon as you spoke these words Hopper stomped towards the bike to put it in the back of the Blazer. Carrying it as if it was weighting nothing. “Come in I won’t let you ride home on this while that thing is out there.“ He gestured towards the woods. He was right and you were glad that you would arrive home safely. He stomped out his cigarette as you climbed into the passenger seat.

Driving through Hawkins with the radio playing softly you felt your heartbeat relax. You looked out to the woods passing by, “Hop?“ He hummed as an answer “What is happening here?“ He glanced at you “I don’t know Y/n? But I will find out.“ You nodded. After a beat of silence you suggested “I could help you?“ His head snapped towards you “No! The Hell I will do getting you into this.“ You rolled your eyes at him “Hey! I need you to promise me to stay out of any danger, okay? You’re on of the only people I like around here, can’t be losing you too.“ He said sadly remembering Benny. You wanted to comfort him so before you knew it you reached out laying your hand on his one that rested on the console between you. You were scared for a second before he turned his hand around, closing his fingers around your smaller hand, giving it a squeeze. His touch was softer than you had imagined it to be. A fluttering feeling was starting in your stomach. You stayed like this until the car came to a rest infant of your house. “When does your shift start tomorrow?“ Hopper asked “Two pm, why?“ You answered him “Good, I will pick you up around one thirty, that okay?“ You shook your head “No Jim you don’t have to do this.“ He huffed “But I want to, I will not have you drive through the woods with everything going on.“ You glanced down, and felt your cheeks getting warm. “Okay but Hop? Please be safe.“ He smiled at you as a response. You got out of the car and Hopper waited until you got into your house. Waving at him before closing the door of the apartment building. He stayed a few moments after you had disappeared. He didn’t liked this feeling that had started to bloom in his chest. A feeling he hadn’t felt in forever. A feeling he had sworn to himself to never feel again, but somethings cant be controlled no matter how much you tried.

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Year of Waiting: Part 2 (Hopper x Reader)

Warnings:  None

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary:  It has been a long eleven months since you watched the love of your life, Jim Hopper, sacrifice himself underneath the Starcourt Mall.  Soon after you feel as if you and El have returned to something one might call ‘normal’, you receive a mysterious envelope in the mail.

PART ONE  PART THREE  PART FOUR

Murray only had to knock once on your door before you ripped it open, having chosen to wait in front of it since the phone call ended.  

“Hello there, comrad.”  Murray greeted, a large grin on his face.  

“Hi.”  You responded plainly.

At your tone, his smile disappeared just as fast as it had appeared, then moving past you to enter your home like it was his own.  Once he entered the living room, he stopped for a moment to take in his surroundings, looking at all of the remaining evidence that Hopper was a real person who held a high place in both of your lives.  Evidence that although he was around for such a short time, yet had a significant impact on both of you.  An open box of assorted watches that he recognized as Hop’s was on display atop the mantle of your fireplace.  Memories of his subtle habit of constantly adjusting his sleeves to rest above whatever watch he had chosen for the day flooded his mind.  His gaze then focused on a plain, unremarkable looking black coffee mug nonchalantly placed on the counter of your kitchen island.  Murray never understood why that man loved the damn thing so much; it had a very obvious notch taken out of the rim, the cheap black coating had begun to chip and flake around the bottom, and the handle at this point had become a borderline tetanus hazard.  Even still, he couldn’t think of a time when Hop didn’t enjoy his mornings of ‘coffee and contemplation’ with the dish.

Then, Murray felt his lungs become frozen.  Hanging above the archway in the kitchen leading into a hallway was none other than the detective Jim Hopper’s force hat.  Ordinary and beige, it told endless stories of his time as a top homicide detective just by being in his line of sight.  It told of a time before all the nonsense of otherworldly hellspawn creatures born of another dimension existed within their knowledge.  Who ever would have thought that spending your life investigating cold cases and solving random murders would be considered a simpler time?  Oh, how the universe has shifted since then.

“Murray?  You there?”  You questioned, taking notice of his uninterrupted stare, seemingly zoning out.

“Oh, yeah.”  Murray ran a hand over the skin on his scalp.  “Sorry, just got…distracted…Anyways.”  He shook his head swiftly, shaking out the thoughts of nostalgia and sorrow.  “You started to say that you got an envelope in the mail that makes you think Hop is alive?”

“Yes.”  You said simply, then speed walking down the hallway past your kitchen and into your bedroom to retrieve said envelope.  

Returning to the kitchen, you gently placed the envelope on the kitchen island in front of Murray, where he was sitting on one of the stools beside it.  He glanced at you briefly before his slightly trembling hands picked up the object.  He sighed deeply and reached inside the already torn open top to pull out the letter.  As soon as he unfolded it, his eyes widened.  You were watching his face directly, waiting for any sort of reaction to it.  

“This….”  Murray began to speak quietly, barely above a whisper.  “This is a message and a phone number.”  He looked up at you through his black thick framed glasses.  

“Y-yes.”  You stuttered.

“You haven’t called this number yet, have you?”

“No, no, I haven’t called it.  I wanted to call you first.  Do you think I should have tried the number first?”

“NO!!”  Murray shouted suddenly, causing you to jump.  “I am happy, no, ECSTATIC, in fact that you were bright enough to not dial this number before contacting me.”

Murray rose from the stool, letter still in hand, quickly enough that you had to reach your hand out to stop it from crashing onto the ground.

“Because….”  You egged him on.

“Because Y/N….Because.”  His pointer finger rose and shook in your direction.  “This is most definitely a number from our oh so friendly Russians across the ocean.  Although.”  He combed through his short beard with his fingers.  “I doubt this number would shoot directly to Jim.  This must be a contact!!”  His pointer finger was now raised in the air towards the ceiling, rather than your face.  

“A contact?”  You repeated curiously.

“A contact!!”  Murray blurted, borderline yelling now.

“Okay.  A contact.  What does that mean for us and Hop exactly?”

“It means that Hop probably made a friend or-or an ally of some sort wherever the hell he ended up and the person is helping him.”

Your eyes darted to your feet.  “But…..why would some random person in Russia decide he’s worth helping like this?  I mean, just based on the idea that he’s in Russia means the people who have him must have at least a general knowledge on the demogorgons and the entire existence of the Upside Down!  They were involved in all that madness and chaos with the gate, so why would somebody there be helping him?”

Murray’s face dropped, a frown growing on his face at the realization that a Russian soldier becoming friendly with the American who played a huge part in the dismantling of their entire operation was a scenario that had slim to none odds of being true.

“Well….even if this is some type of ruse, whoever will be on the end of this phone call could accidentally say something that gives us proof of life.  He could slip out something without realizing it.  Every word would be a clue of life or death.  AND!!”  He shouted again.  “Even if this is a sick trick in order to capture you as well to have a matching set, there is no way they would get through me!  Remember what I told you the day we ruined the oh so brilliant plan the Russians cooked up underneath the mall?  My fingers….are like arrows.”  Murray punched the air swiftly.  “My arms….are like iron!”  He brought both of his arms up to flex them as a gym rat would do in front of a mirror.  “And my feet….are like spears!!”  He shot one leg out in front of him, feet planted on the ground, one arm flexed, and one arm pointed forward with a closed fist.

You stared blankly at Murray, astounded by the confidence he held in himself.  Despite both of you being unsure of the true intentions of this letter, he was ready to pounce no matter what happened.  This was it.  This was the ONLY instance where you were shown something resembling proof of Hopper’s existing breath in the eleven months you spent without him.  You HAD to figure this out, even if it was the last thing you ever did.  Do it for him.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right.  We should definitely make this call and solve what’s going on.”

“Good.”  Murray nodded his head slightly.  “I was hoping you would agree to uh….commence the shenanigans.  He chuckled.  “Now!!”  He shouted while clapping his hands together a single time.  “First things first, we are absolutely NOT doing this here.  If the KGB turns out to be listening to the conversation on the other end of the call, which I’m sure they will be, I guarantee you the first place they would check out is the home of Hop’s grieving widow and adopted child.

He had a point.  How could you think so naively?  If you were in their shoes, that’s the first place you would think to look too.  It would be much too obvious.

“Okay, so where are we going?”  You asked, walking to the coat rack adjacent to your front door, grabbing a plum and aquamarine jacket.  

“Glad to see someone eager for adventure.”  Murray joked.  

“More like eager to get my husband back home.  And to give El her father back.”  You smiled, exiting your front door, envelope held securely in your hand.

“Wait!!”  Murray shouted, scrambling to grab his discarded army green coat off of the back of your living room couch.  “Hold on!!  I didn’t even tell you where we’re going!!”  He sprinted out your front door, slamming it behind him.

One Shot

Finding Love at the Diner

Hopper: Here are two pictures. one of them is your room, and the other is the garbage dump. Y/N: *points at a picture* That one is the dump. Hopper: tHEY'RE BOTH YOUR ROOM!

Imagine: Hopper being madly in love with you

imagine: Hopper being Madly in love with you

Not a Single Person in town would think Hopper was a Softie. Not with his Size, His attitude, and How he has treated - well Everyone. After returning from War and then when he got married and lost his daughter and his wife left him. Everyone had the same thought "He was a sad story" and a great One-Night Stand. And honestly, Hopper didn't care. he didn't want attachments. then in one-week .he's life turned upside down with Not Only meeting Elle, and then a day later you. you were not expected. Hopper Always thought Everyone in town was out to Get something, ahead in some way, or just greed. He knew everyone in town was No good, and Everyone was Shit- Until he meet you. Someone who helped an Old granny across the street just because you could. then you would just walk on after like you didn't do a Kind gesture, He once caught you running after a ballon for a kid who accidentally let it go. you climbed up into a tree to jump to catch it and then land gracefully on the ground as if you didn't just change that kid's day. Everyone in town was Shitty. But you. Elle was out of touch with human interaction. an excuse for being raised as a lab rat. and having bad English when hopper took Elle in and became her guardian he wished he could introduce you to Elle. wanting your gentle Kind Nature to Rub off on Elle and to help him. with raising Elle. those were his deep wishful dreams. he had no intention of acting on his crush. he couldn't not without getting Elle in danger and you. so he let it go. But then you were at the high school when it was attacked. Hopper found you covered in monster guts as you held a screwdriver from the Shop classroom. it was long. A Philips Screwdriver and you looked at him as he was speechless as you whipped your face with your forearm trying to see him better from the slim. and what you Hope is just wet string. And Not just pieces of monster. "Hopper... What the Fuck?" He never expected hearing you cursing profanity would be the moment. the moment he would realize his Crush wasn't A Crush it was Love. he realized that moment while you stood covered in sweat and blood and a monster that he would realize he was in love. it was then that he introduced you to Elle.  he wasn't nervous introducing you to the Single person in his entire life that made him worth living. you were kind as you saw her move things with her mind. Hopper remembers he's heart-tightening seeing it happen. he was used to it. but you weren't. he expected you to run for the hills as you just simply exclaimed in Joy how amazing Elle is. was and asked if she could teach her. and if she could fly. you were convinced eventually Elle will learn to fly! it just made Hopper chuckled saying she wasn't going to Fly. Soon after learning about Elle you would go over to the cabin almost daily to help out, make meals, help decorate Elle's room so it was to her liking, make things more homie, and help Elle with her education. Hopper barely had to ask you to come over, you just did, He would come home often to see you teaching Elle how to make meals more than just Eggo's and teaching her things about life. or just simply watching tv. He loved coming home to see his two favorite people in the entire world at home. peaceful and Happy. Secretly you loved and wished Hopper would ask you to Stay. tonight was No different Hopper arrived home from work slightly late due to a disturbance- well A Cat. Someone called a Cat missing into the police station and they told the old lady that they don't go searching for cats than another person called saying they found a Cat in their chimney.. which turned into being the missing cat- which got unstuck just as they arrived. but was very angry and it took a while before they could catch it. and get it checked out by a vet then returned home. Hopper walked in seeing you in the kitchen stirring a Pot he could smell it instantly Strew.   "Why do we cook for the men? Why don't they cook for us?" you chuckled as you looked up from the pot to look at Elle, "my grandma says we cook for the mom cause they bring home the bacon.. my Mom says we cook for them so when we tell them bad news their bellies are too full and they are too sleepy to pay attention." Elle chuckled as you spoke, "But I Cook for you, your Dad just gets the luxury of having it." Hopper grinned hearing that as Elle leaned over to look at the pot "Can we put eggs in it?" you looked down at the Pot as you chuckled, "how bad could that be? it's just bread. sure." Elle smiled as you spoke, 'plus I'm teaching you a valuable Lesson and later I'll teach you the greatness of cookie Dough" Elle smiled brightly as she spoke, "why don't you just live here?" you chuckled as Hopper coughed to break the conversation as he said Hey. as Elle didn't look away as you had a blush on your cheeks. as you spoke, "where would I sleep?" Elle rolled her shoulders, "we could share a room with Hop." you chuckled as you spoke, 'well... Hopper helps me out." "she can't move in. she has her own life." "No She doesn't she is here all the time." you laughed saying Hey that you have a life. as Elle just rolled her eyes. Like Normal, you stuck around for dinner and Helped Hop with the dishes as Elle went to her room to talk to Mike He rubbed his neck as you both were having a beer outside. 'Sorry about Elle." "No problem- She KnoIs.. the Birds and the bee right?" Hop almost choked on his beer that was going down his throat as he looked at you horrified "what? why would- I mean she has to right?" you shook your head weakly, 'I wouldn't be so sure- she thinks Eggos belong on every meal." he sighed heavily rubbing his face as you reached over grabbing his arm. "Hopper. I will do a lot of things to Help but that.. Nope." you shook your head as he spoke, 'you're better equipped." you chuckled nodding your head, "yea- but I'm still not doing it.. I mean Yes the talk about her Period. 100%. But the sex talk.. I would Rather walk On fire.. I would rather fight another monster than- that." he chuckled as he spoke, 'chicken." you laughed as Hopper smiled just hearing your smile. you finished the beer as he spoke, 'you want to sleep over? I can sleep on the sofa." "thanks. But I should go home." he nodded his head getting up as he walked you to your car as you looked at Him. smiling. brightly looking up at him. you grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to you as you planted a quick kiss on his mouth which just stunned him. Hopper was still trying to wrap what happened around his brain when you pulled away cupping his face. "I love you- and I'm tired of waiting. Hopper. I love you." a big wide smile appeared on his face as he spoke, 'i love you too.. stay. please." you nodded your head saying okay as he grabbed your hand as pulled you into another kiss as you smiled wrapping your arms around his neck as you both smiled into the kiss.

WHEN THE LOVE'S GONE - CHIEF JIM HOPPER

Repost from 2019 - my own work.

Season 3 Jim Hopper x Female Reader

Summary: Thoughts from Hopper once he arrives back home after a particular hard day of work and realizes things aren't that good anymore.

Warnings: angst and mentions of accident

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If you'd asked Hopper what he loved the most after a hard day of work, he would certainly say that arriving home to his baby girl waiting for him was definitely the top of the list. Nothing was better to him than seeing her gorgeous face smiling at him, arms wide open to receive his embrace, sweet, welcome home kisses and all that stuff.

But that was before. 

Now… Hopper would rather stay at work until late than come home to a cold space. 

For a lonely guy, he'd learn that the only worse thing than complete loneliness, is shared loneliness. When two people share the same spot, but don't actually see - or pretend they don't - each other. 

He'd gone through that with Diane, and he knew what came next was inevitable, but when it started happening to Y/N, he swore to himself he wouldn't let go of it so easily. 

They tried date nights, weekend getaways, presents, dance clubs, even dirty toys to spice things up a little bit. 

However, the spark was gone.

They hadn't admitted out loud though yet, probably too afraid to take the first step, but they both knew it. It was over. 

Jim had no clue what was going on on Y/N's mind, but he knew he was devastated. He loved her deeply, and every time she seemed uncomfortable around him, every time her face would only light up when another handsome, young fella would smile at her, every time she awkwardly asked him if he could take the couch instead of their bed…

... his heart shattered into a million pieces more.

That particular night, things were tough, probably worse than the time Will Byers vanished. It demanded Hopper and a good part of his deputies, who also, by the end of their shift, left with the same broken look on their faces. Still, they had their wives and children to hold when they got home. 

Even when he stepped into the shower, he could replay the images of the accident on his mind. 

The truck, the drunk driver and two corpses. A mother and daughter. The woman, around Y/N's age was enough to shock him, but the small girl, that destroyed him. His mind went straight to his little angel, how she smiled and called him daddy. The lifeless body in front of him, still had two pigtails, like Sara used to wear, the difference was all the blood pooling around the covering sheet. 

But it was too late, Hopper had seen too much. He handed all the reports to Callahan and drove home.

He knew sleep wouldn't come, but he needed something, some kind of touch, or attention or whatever, so he didn't think twice before getting into his room. 

Y/N slept peacefully in bed, without a clue of what had happened, of how Jim felt at that moment - not that she would care anyway, he thought to himself. But it still soothed his heart, to see her safe and sound. 

He got into the bed, facing her back, he didn't care if she would complain and get rid of his touch, he just sank his face into her neck, her soft, beautiful hair covering his face. He inhaled deeply, letting that scent sink in. It smelled like home to him. 

Tears appear on his beautiful, deep blue eyes, as he realized he was far from his home. 

Heavy hands pulled her closer to his strong, warm body, as they still fit perfectly together. 

A low sob came out of his chest without the intention, Hopper just realized he was crying when his sight was blurry with his sad tears.

"I wish you would still love me" 

He whispered to Y/N, closing his eyes and dreaming of being happy with her again.

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18+ mdni

Imagine:

He spreads your pussy lips open “ah, there she is” he chuckles softly as he finds your swollen clit. “Looks like this needs a good sucking” he smirks up at you then drops a dollop of spit onto your sensitive clit. He leans in and circles your nub teasingly with his tongue before attaching his lips and lightly sucking, his eyes never leave yours as you arch your back and moan.

After all of this time, after all of these months of mourning and sadness... it couldn’t be, could it? He stood in front of you, a shadow of his former self; skinnier, cheeks gaunt and a shaved head but it was him. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes, the same dark eyes and that same half smile, “Hey kid,” he said, voice thick with emotion.

Immediately upon hearing his voice, you broke. All these months you imagined this moment of him coming home, of him speaking to you and telling you that he was fine and now that moment was finally here. The tears came fast and furious, pouring down your cheeks causing your vision to blur and double as you blinked quick to make sure the vision of him - of your dad - didn’t fade.

He came closer, almost hesitant, and as soon as you were within an arms distance, Hopper reached out and pulled you in, crashing you against him, “I’m home,” he whispered, holding you tight, “I’m never leaving you again.”