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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Cockwarming hopper while he works at his desk at the precinct 💀

this post is 18+, minors dni.

but but but but but consider: he works in a semi-public setting so people are gonna notice someone sitting on his lap all the time, so you sit under the desk and cockwarm him with your mouth

Drool has long since begun to drip from your mouth, seeping out between your lips and staining the fabric of your jeans. Your eyes grow heavy as your tongue bobs against the underside of Jim's cock, suckling steadily on his sex.

You have to keep quiet only because there's someone on the other side of the desk, otherwise you'd be licking and sucking and choking on Jim's cock. He's not technically supposed to have you there, but you'd begged with shiny eyes to come in with him today, and as hard as he tries, he can't say no to you.

"You'll have to take territory disputes to court," Jim drawls, exasperation leaking into his tone. He's trying his hardest to stay polite, but the person he's talking to is just not getting it.

"But it's my fence, too. That's not something that a court has to decide, it's already decided 'cause it's in my fuckin' backyard!"

"Don't swear at me," Jim's voice turns sharp, and more drool pools under your tongue. There's something so arousing about his authority, even when it's not directed at you.

"I'm telling you that there's nothing the police can do. What, do you want us to repaint it for you? Arrest him for choosing the color blue?"

"I want you to do your job!" The man insists, and Jim's hips shift. HIs cock slips further into your mouth, nearly curving down your throat, and you can feel how tense the muscles in his thighs are. You know he's angry, you know he'll blow if you don't stop him, so you reach up, slipping your hand through the zipper of his uniform pants and cupping his balls.

You pull back to lick gently over the head of his cock, then suckle gently around it. With your hand you massage his balls, kneading and stroking the flesh amidst the patch of wiry brown hair there.

You feel him freeze up, gears turning in his brain with whether or not he wants to shout. Then he eases back into his seat, throwing a hand into his lap that doesn't look suspicious to the man he's speaking with.

"My job is to uphold the law." Jim speaks with a low, patient tone now, and he takes the hand in his lap and uses it to stroke his thumb over your cheekbone appreciatively. "Painting a fence is not illegal. If you'd like to take action against your neighbor, you need to convince a court that action is deserved. That is not my job."

"Useless." The man scoffs, and you hear the scrape of his chair against the floor, "You're a real community hero, Chief!"

You worry that Jim will get angry again. That his patience is already wearing thin, that it will snap in two. But he maintains those soothing motions against your cheek while the man stomps away, and as soon as the door to his office shuts, he's pushing his chair back to peer down at you.

"Thanks, sweetheart." He murmurs, a fond twinkle in his eye as your stomach flips at his praise, "Don't know what I'd do without you, y'know?"

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ervotica · 5 months

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warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), jim being the most daddy ever, i just have mega brainrot 4 him

Thinking about dbf!Jim Hopper who sits in his cabin of an evening and waits for you to come over. Jim who drags you into his lap the minute you walk your cute little ass through the door and slings your legs over his meaty thighs, who lets you scrape your fingers through the thick scruff of his beard and drag your teeth along his neck and ears.

Jim who lights your cigarettes for you, thumbing at your bottom lip and placing it gently in the gap he's created; he flicks the lighter and it comes to life as you chase it with the end of your cig. He always laughs in that deep, gravelly way that's reserved only for you.

"Patience, sweetheart."

Jim who lets you blow smoke into his mouth as you ply him with open mouthed kisses, lips smacking wetly against his own when you bite his soft flesh and giggle.

Jim who drives you around in the Chevy and lets you fiddle with the controls to keep you amused, legs draped up on the dash and a cigarette hung lazily from your lips. He humours you when you wiggle your fingers and stretch your arm towards him to play with his fingers as he drives, reaching over to place your cigarette between his lips every so often for a drag.

Jim who adores how you look on your knees with your mouth full of him; his sweet girl, his secret shame, his clandestine lover. How you lose yourself in it, in the pleasure of making him feel good.

The way it turns him on makes him sick, how he groans and his hips stutter when you call him daddy in that sweet lilting voice, how you breathe heavy and high-pitched as you work him from base to tip and suckle on the head of his cock just the way he likes. The way you force yourself all the way down and gag as your nose buries in the thatch of curls by his pubic bone has him incoherent, fisting handfuls of your hair and holding you down until you're gasping and choking around him.

And when all is said and done- when you've told your father you're sleeping around a friend's house but you find yourself in the sheriff's bed instead- he's gentle. Soft and attentive and sure, a little rough around the edges, but you wouldn't have him any other way. You curl up and tuck yourself close and the entire world melts away until all that's left is you and him.

And the lying and the secrets and the sneaking around wears you down occasionally, but you'd do it all a thousand times over for him.

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darlingsfandom · 4 months

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The Virgin Peep Show

Warnings: p in v, loss of virginity, swearing, age gap! Reader is over 21!

The cool breeze blew in through your open bedroom window in the trailer making you shiver a little but it felt nice since you had been running around all day cleaning up. A small chime from the clock rang into your ears as you finished fluffing your pillows on you bed and it dawned on you that it's now ten pm which means that your neighbor Jim will be home in a few minutes .

Jim Hopper, also know as the Sheriff of Hawkins just happens to be your neighbor. It wasn't like you asked for that but you didn't mind. Jim was easily twenty years older than you, strong mustache game and a big soft belly that you've stared at more than you can count for. It's not his fault he makes you hot. Jim knew of your existence. He was a good neighbor to you. You've went over asking him for help for simple repairs around the trailer and you'd repay him with home made cookies, brownies or cake! Whatever he asked for. You tried to pay with cash once and he frowned because he didn't want that, he was just being helpful.

Your eyes scanned your window and still now Jim, but the light to his bedroom was on. You stood in the window wearing only a black low cut lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. As you watched for Jim, you crawled onto your bed and sat on your knees facing your pillows acting like you were fixing the bed even though you had just did that. A few seconds later you could smell cigarettes lingering in the air and you knew Jim was at the window. You peeked over your shoulder with a soft smile when you made eye contact with Jim. He stood there smoking before giving you a wave.

Slowly you got off your bed and smoothed over your lingerie which Jim's jaw fell on the floor when he seen you. He couldn't believe his eyes! You wearing something so revealing, so sexual! Not you! Not his cute little Betty Crocker of a neighbor. Jim couldn't lie, you were very cute. He had been a peeping Tom a few times but never told you. How could he? Jim picked his jaw back up when he realized you were leaning out the window.

"Hi Jim!" You leaned on your elbows against the window seal.

"Hiya honey!" He waved his cigarette before you leaned back.

"Have a good night Jim!" You blew him a little kiss. Jim's cheeks turned bright red as you bit down on your bottom lip. Neither of you could break eye contact either each other even when the little light bulb went off in your head.

Jim's eyes followed you as you walked back to your bed and sat on the edge. He gulped a little while your fingers pulled down the straps slowly off your shoulders until your firm breasts were exposed to him. He couldn't believe that sweet little you was sitting there getting naked in front of him. Your eyes grew dark when your finger tips toyed with your nipples making you gasp when you pulled on them. Jim put out his cigarette and watched as your right hand moved away from your nipple and moved down your body, pushed up the bottom of the lingerie and showed off the fact you had no panties on. Jim's eyes bursted out of his skull like a cartoon before he was fully against his window.

Your legs spread open just an enough to give Jim a peek at your folds. He licked his lips watching your finger slide along your folds. Jim was memorized at how wet , pink and hair your pussy is. He chewed his bottom lip while quickly removing his work shirt off to expose his hairy chest and belly to you which made you swoon. Your finger slide inside of you slowly making you gasp loud enough Jim could hear you since you left the window open.

"Fuck!" You cried out when you curled your finger inside of you. Soon another finger followed inside of your wet pussy. You watched Jim as he began messing with his pants. You slowly pulled your fingers out of your pussy before sliding them into your mouth. You closed your legs and made your way back to the window.

"If you like what you see Mr.Hopper... come over and I'll show you more!" You blew him another kiss before shutting the window and closing the curtains. Jim stood there dumbfounded for a minute before he shook all reason out of his head and ran over before quickly pounding on your door. You giggled to yourself before opening the door.

"Jim..." He stepped inside and locked the front door before walking you backwards to your room. Once you were in your room Jim picked you up and tossed you slightly onto the bed. He looked down at you with lust filled eyes while unbuttoning his pants. You laid back on your elbows while licking your lips.

"You're a fuckin tease doll. Had me fooled." Jim dropped his pants and boxers while you had your finger hooked into your mouth biting the tip lightly as you watched his boxers fall down. His cock was bigger than you imagined. Easily seven inches long, very fat and veiny. You were drooling as Jim gripped your thighs and spread them open to look at your wet little pussy.

"Thought you were such a good little girl! Never would have guessed you were such a kinky little slut!" His words struck your core making your thighs snap shut before he forced them open again. "Nuh uh ! No hiding now sweetheart."

"Fuck me Jim! Please! I've wanted you so long! Please please please!" You pleaded with him while his fingers ran over your folds. Jim slid his thick index finger inside of you making you grip the sheets while whimpering out at the stretch.

"God damn sweetheart, you're tight! You a virgin or something ?" He half laughed with a smirk until he realized how silent you were. "Oh shit sweetheart, are you?" His finger pulled out of you slowly while he kept eye contact with you .

"I am but I'm ready! Please Jim! I've thought about you like this, please!" Jim rubbed the back of his neck as he sat down on the bed next to you before rubbing your back.

"Are you sure sweetheart? Losing your virginity is a big deal and I'm just your old neighbor..."

"Jim! You're my hot old neighbor! Please!" You gave him a pout while climbing into his lap until you were face to face with him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and played with his neck hair while he held your hips. He gave you a soft smile before placing a gently kiss to your lips. The kisses were something from a fairy tail with how slow and sweet they felt before your urges took over. Your hips rutted against his cloth covered boner making sure to leave a wet patch on the fabric of his boxers. Hopper moaned into your mouth allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. You could taste the Tobacco in his mouth as your tongue swirled together while his hands squeezed your plushy hips.

"Lay down" His voice was deep as he helped you climb off his lap and on your back. Jim lifted your nightgown up until it was past your hips while he kneeled onto the bed to look at your wet hairy cunt. His fingers stroked your folds again before his tongue lapped over them. Your fingers ran through his hair when his tongue slipped inside of you.

"OH MY GOD!" Your toes curled at the feeling of Jim's big tongue lapping you up. His eyes met yours as he devoured your pussy lapping you up while squeezing your thighs. You were in heaven. Jim was masterful with his tongue and made you squirm.

"Nice and wet for me honey!" Jim licked his lips as he sat up to line his cock up to your pussy. He tapped the head of his cock against your folds making you whine while looking at him with the softest eyes he'd ever seen! Even better than the porn he's watched. You were the most sluttiest yet innocent girl he's ever met. Jim grabbed both of your hands and looked into your eyes .

"Jim!" You cried out as he slowly pushed into you.

"That's it baby! Good girls take big cocks! Fuck! Stretching you feels so good honey!" Jim was in heaven as your warm wet cunt stretched around his cock. "That's it honey take my fat cock! You're doing so good!" He leaned down to kiss you as he slid the last inch inside of you making you cry into his mouth while your finger nails dug into his hands. Jim kissed away your tears as he stayed motionless letting you adjust to his size. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his soft gaze.

"Just let me know when you're ready honey. I won't move until you say it's okay." He used his thumb to run over your knuckle before bringing your hand to his mouth so he could kiss your hand.

With a small smile and slow nod, you let Jim know it was okay. He moved slowly back out while watching your face twitch a little with pain. Jim was gentle with you at first until it felt comfortable for you. You lifted your legs and he wrapped them around his waist which hit a new angle that made you cry in pleasure.

"Oh Jim! Fuck! I'm so glad you're my first!"

"I'm honored to be your first honey! You feel so fucking good!" Jim was sweating above you as he thrusted into you with a soft pace. His moans were music to your ears as he squeezed your thighs making you moan. Jim bent over you so he could kiss you which was a lot for you. His scent, his heavy thrusts, his warm mouth was making that familiar fire in your belly bubble and Jim could tell from your moans and the way you were squeezing him that you were close.

"It's okay honey, cum for me! Just let go, I got you honey." Jim cooed at you as his own orgasm was building inside of him. His thumb pressed against your clit making your orgasm wash over you. Your hips flew up, your eyes shut tight and your nails dug into his arms as you creamed all over his cock which made Jim pull out as fast as he could and cum against your inner thighs with a loud groan of your name. Both of you went silent for a minute looking into each others eyes. Jim laid down next to you before pulling you into his big sweaty hairy chest to which you laid your head on. His hand ran up and down your back.

"Now don't you worry honey, this isn't a one night stand type of deal. Any time you want me, you got me." Hopper kissed the top of your head while you pulled your blanket over your bodies. "All you gotta do is keep your window open and I'll come right on over." You kissed Jim's cheek before laying your head back down his chest. After awhile Jim helped you get cleaned up with a warm bubble bath , got you some juice and cuddled back into your bed with you as the two of you fell asleep into the night.

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indiefilmfatale · 2 years

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i have an intense fantasy about hopper and cockwarming while sleeping like ik he’s so thick and he’d fuck you in your sleep so good

you wear one of his t-shirts and nothing else and when you two go to bed you lay down on your belly and your ass is sticking out just enough to catch his attention.

but you're really tired so you just turn your head toward him and say, "you can fuck me if you want, baby, but i'm going to sleep either way." and then roll over on your side so your bare ass is facing him.

and he lets out a really breathy laugh and gets comfortable next to you. you feel his cock about a minute later, pressing into your folds and lathering in your arousal.

he goes really slow when he pushes into you, as to not cause you any discomfort. you breath hitches as you adjust, but when you do you feel so full and warm that your hold body relaxes around him.

"that's it, princess," he groans, then wraps his arms around you until he's fully spooning you.

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velvetcloxds · 5 months

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A MAN IN UNIFORM | J.H.

pairing: brother's best friend!jim hopper x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: age gap (reader in her late 20s)

summary: your brother's best friend has always been hot, but him stepping in when you got an unfair ticket strutting around in his sheriff uniform has you feeling some type of way

Now, had Hopper walked out of his office to find anyone else making a scene in the middle of the police station, shouting at the top of their lungs, catching every eye in the room, throwing things at one of his best officers- he’d have thrown them right out the door. But it wasn’t anyone else, it was you, his best friend’s little sister and heaven knows he at least had to give you a chance before doing exactly that. He folded his arms and leaned against the open door of his office as he shook his head to stop his deputy from getting your attention.

He'd been thinking about you a lot lately, picked up the phone and slammed it down again, dialed your number, and then shoved the phone away, imagining your voice on the other end- would you be excited to hear from him, surprised maybe? He saw you properly at Christmas and Thanksgiving every year and sometimes easter, ran into you around town, and flirted a little in the movie store but not nearly as often as when you were teenagers hopping between diners and bars in high school.

“Listen here, bucko,” you pointed a bright red-nailed finger at the officer who was smirking far too smugly in your opinion, all things considered. “Do you have any idea how close I am to kicking you right off that chair?” he didn’t think you were serious, Hopper knew you were, so when you took a step forward, he did too.

“Lady, I don’t know what to tell you, it’s just a ticket.”

“Just a ticket,” you shrieked, it was a familiar sound, one much like the one you’d give him when he’d thrown you in the pool on summer break or cut you off from the jello shots back in university, it didn’t mean anything good was to come. “If my brother finds out I was given a ticket in his car by some dipshit who just got his badge, he’ll have my head- no matter the reason for said ticket being that the asshat in question had his little ego bruised when I didn’t want to go out with him and decided to get back at me,” Hopper moved at that, a gentle hand on the small of your back, a dangerous look aimed at the officer in front of you as he mumbled your last name just loud enough to let you know it’s him.

“Hopper,” the officer tutted, seemingly under the impression that he was about to be backed and not the other way around, smugness only growing as he stood up to hand over the ticket that you’d thrown at him earlier. “I tried to talk her down,” he scoffed, you fumed, the audacity. “You know how these girls are, can’t take no for an answer.”

“You little shit.”

“Language,” Hopper reminded you, but he was smiling in a way that meant he didn’t mind nearly as much as he should, lightly pulling you behind him and pointing towards his office, it was a clear command and you’d not take it so seriously were he not looking down at you, were he not so close to you, had you not realized in a split second how long it’s been since you’d seen him in uniform doing all of the above somehow making it all seem absurdly attractive. “I’ll take care of it, yeah, meet me in my office. “

Jim Hopper was the only man who could give you an order like that and have it obeyed, even with a big huff and stomped steps and a whole ordeal of uttered musings and threats, you did go to his office, and you busied yourself with the little figurines on his desk while you waited. He was talking to or rather at the officer you’d lost your cool with and you weren’t nearly as curious about what he was saying as you should’ve been. He’s always been attractive, always been too kind to be that hot and you remember countless years being wasted on having a crush on your lame brother’s very cool best friend who picked you up from school and carried your books and turned down nights with girls far out of his league in favor of keeping an eye on you and put out his cigarette when you were near- and now that very cool, very hot, very kind man was walking right towards looking far too damn good in a uniform you’d have to stop yourself from imagining him without.

“Is it safe in there?” he hummed as he stilled in the doorway, one hand holding a crumbled-up ticket, the other reaching to the coat rack to take his hat and you watched him with narrowed eyes as he set it on his head. “Stop frowning at me like that, trouble,” he wasn’t serious, really, he found it adorable even though he knew he shouldn’t, then again, he also shouldn’t have disciplined an officer for being an ass to his friend, but that ship has also sailed.

“Did you put him in his place?” you dared, taking his keys from his paper stack before sliding off his desk to meet him at the door, that same finger that you used to point at the officer now sliding over his tie to straighten it. “Because I’ll walk right back to him if you didn’t.”

“Course I did,” he was the smug one this time and it had the exact opposite effect on you, especially when the officer came walking past the office with a box full of goods and his tail between his legs on his way to the public complaint department of the station and you understood why Hopper seemed so pleased with himself. “Happy?” he dared but of course you were, so much so that you tugged his tie lightly to pull him closer and placed a red-lipped kiss right on his cheek, giggling from the feeling of the little hairs of his beard creeping up over tinted skin.

“Very happy, Jimmy,” you cooed, and he was glad for the door frame because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep himself standing were it not there. “Seems that uniform of yours is good for more than just making me nervous,” you admitted and gave him no time to push for more before slipping past him into the hallway, stealing his hat and gripping his keys tightly as you did. “Are you taking me out for lunch to celebrate, sheriff?” as if he’d ever say no, as if you’d ever let him.

“As long as you’re not driving,” he knew it would rile you up just enough to frown all perfectly at him, with big eyes and scrunched nose as you walked backward towards the exit.

“I’m ordering an extra piece of pie just for that.”

“I thought we were sharing,” he countered, quick to follow just in case you tripped and hurt yourself. You shook your head, tutting as he caught up with you just in time to grab your hand and pull you out of the way of some stranger.

“No way, got to keep those pants of yours looking nice and tight.”

“Naughty,” he breathed, and he paired the word with a little whistle and desperate glance away from your teasing, very longing gaze. You made quite the little show of licking your thumb and wiping carefully at the red lip stain on his face, for a moment you allowed yourself to imagine what it would be like to cover him with those all over, his neck, his chest, those big arms of his and in turn you found your cheeks spreading with warmth and wondered if you were too old to have a crush on your brother’s best friend or the town sheriff for that matter.

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littlest-dark-age · 2 years

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Kinktober '22

Please check individual posts for specific warnings.

Day 1 : Fall out in the cold starlight { stalker!eddie sneaks into your house and touches you }

Day 2 : Osculum obscenum { priest!steve purges you of your demons }

Day 3 : Sanguine addiction { You find out about eddie's blood kink }

Day 4 : You let me desecrate you { jonathan carves his initials into you }

Day 5 : Heaven is a place on earth with you {worshiping stepdad james cock}

Day 6 : Caligula would have blushed { you make steve use a fleshlight instead of fucking him }

Day 7 : Crawl behind my eyes { jonathan wants to show you how fun candles can be }

Day 8 : Started talking about sin { hopper decides to smack some sense into you }

Day 9 : Every now and then the stars aline { eddie and steve secretly breed you while nancy and robin help }

Day 10 : I'm your national anthem { eddie worships his deity, you }

Day 11 : He tells me he's gentle when he wants to be { sirius introduces you to cockwarming }

Day 12 : Running in the shadows { hopper decides your punishment should be to watch him jerk off }

Day 13 : The innocent can never last { stepdad remus lets "uncle" james watch }

Day 14 : Will you bite the hand that feeds? { needy steve turns your halloween baking into kitchen sex }

Day 15 : Will nature make a man out of me yet? {Werewolf steve chasing after your little cottontail }

Day 16 : The devils in the next room { your sweet boyfriend eddie reveals himself as the towns deranged killer }

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avenging-fandoms · 2 years

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The request where reader is concerned for Hopper's wellbeing, and not in "you lost weight✌" way, maybe even reprimands someone for doing so 💀 I just can't with the jokes about it

**requests are closed**

also totally didn’t write what was in the request. apologies. stand by as i fix that soon

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it had been a long year without your husband and your daughter. joyce took eleven, you knew she wasn't safe in hawkins where you stayed.

you kept an eye on mike and nancy for eleven and jonathan, updating them and writing joyce every week. you hadn't heard from anyone in weeks, and you were getting worried. every time you called, there was a busy signal.

you were following the cases of the teens dying in hawkins, you got the inside from some police at the station. you heard things about an eddie munson, and knew dustin was linked to him.

it was a crazy.. crazy month. one day you heard hard, loud banging on your door, and it wasn't stopping. you ran down the stairs, swinging the door open.

mike, nancy, jonathan, will and a long haired boy stood on your doorstep and your stomach sank. "what happened? who died?" jonathan and nancy moved, and there she was. tears formed in your eyes, running down the stairs to hold your girl, your eleven.

"my girl.. oh my god, you're here" you sob, kissing her cheek and pulling away, your hand on her head. "what happened to your hair? you didn't..?"

"i'll explain in the car" she says and you scrunch your eyebrows.

"we can't go back to california, it's not safe there anymore" will spoke and you hug him tightly, kissing his head and he relaxed into you.

"so you come back to hawkins, the most dangerous place for you to be?" you asked basically everyone, knowing hawkins didn't get any safer. "i've been close with the guys at the station, they've told me all about these kids they're finding. all.. snapped and eyes burst out of their heads i mean.. you guys really shouldn't be back"

"we just need to hide el somewhere, and it can't be here" mike said and you nod, heading into the car with all the kids.

you pile out of the car, sighing at the busted up cabin. you take el's hand and walk inside as everyone follows, looking around at the damage.

you all started to get to work. el on her room, mike and will in the living room, nancy and johnathan boarding up holes in the wall and you cleaning your and hopper's room.

your eyes landed on a broken frame, the picture inside of you, jim and el on christmas in the cabin. you smile and rub your thumb over jim, tears threatening to spill.

"christmas might be a little different this year, don't you think?" a voice broke the silence and you look up, letting out a sob. you shook your head and let your body fall on the bed, putting the frame down on the comforter and covering your face with your hands as your shoulders shook with your sobs. "i'm home, baby. i'm here" jim crouched down in front of you with his hands holding the side of your thighs.

"you're.. you're really here? you're not, like, a clone of the government or something?" you sob and wipe your nose, jim smiling and wiping your tear with his thumb as he holds your face.

"no baby, it's really me"

"then what's the nickname you gave me when we first started dating?" you asked, hopeful it was actually him.

"we were laying on my bed, naked and covered with the thin sheet from the bed. the moonlight was hitting you the right way and it showed off every perfect part of you. so i moved your hair out of your face," jim's fingers tucked a stand of loose hair behind your ear, holding your jaw as he brought you forward to place his forehead on yours. "and i told you that you came into my life when i needed you, so i called you my angel" you gave a weak smile, holding his face and kissing him deeply.

a long, long time you were waiting for this moment. you were waiting to reunite with him, to touch him, kiss him, even smell him- even if he didn't smell the best.

jim pushed you onto the bed, fists on either side of your rib cage as his hips pressed against yours. "there's.. there's a big hole in the wall. anyone would hear us. plus that weird boy is lurking in the woods doing something strange" jim let out a breath and you placed a hand on his chest, running it up to hold his face.

"i didn't think it was possible for you to get any more beautiful, but you've proved me wrong" he smiled, kissing your nose and your cheeks burned.

"i've missed you so much, hop. i love you more than life itself" your eyes well up again and this time hopper starts to cry.

"i love you more, my angel"

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saintlike78 · 2 years

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can i have Invisible strings🪞: Hurt/comfort for hopper plz? 🥺

Join the celebration 🥀

(It’s implied that there is a significant age difference between Hopper and reader)

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“You can’t be serious, Hopper!” You groan, throwing your hands up before crossing them over your chest and huffing like an annoyed child.

That’s exactly how you felt - annoyed, irritated or any other word that describes upset. You’re not really sure how this argument started or what exactly you’re fighting about, but at this point, it’s fighting for pride and ego more than having the will to back down and just laugh it off. And it didn’t look like Hopper was ready to back down either; his ears were tinted red and his fists were clenched by his sides, his voice loud and gruff - raised almost to a yell of frustration.

“God, sometimes…” he grunts, voice tinged with anger as he trails off.

“Sometimes what? Spit it out, Jim!”

“Sometimes it makes sense why people say I’m too old for you because you’re just so fucking immature!” he spits, looking you dead in the eye with much more fire and rage than you’ve ever seen, especially directed toward you.

Your eyes widen the tiniest amount and now the reason for your argument is completely lost on you; something about you wanting him to not be home so late and him saying he will, but you don’t believe him because of the thousands of empty promises of the exact same thing… but at this point, it could’ve been anything and you kinda wish it was anything else than this heavy tension looming around the two of you as you stand on opposite ends of the small living room.

You’re not exactly sure what to say anymore, you’re in half a mind to yell something just as mean back at him, but the thoughts - very loud thoughts - cloud your brain and any rebuttal you had. The age difference was never something that exactly bothered you, just scared you a little because of that very reason he so gracefully stated - what if you were too immature… just a stupid child in too deep with a man who just saw you as stupid and irrational. You had never told him about your thoughts, scared that he would realize that you were probably right and leave you right then and there, but now you knew he not only thought the same thing but would use it against you.

Warm, salty tears stung at your eyes and the only thought running through your mind was just no no no no no, you didn’t want to give him another reason to think of you as immature; his crybaby girlfriend who couldn’t even handle a grown-up argument without breaking down in tears.

Turning your back to him you tried to stutter up something, but only a small unfinished “I…-I” left your mouth. You tried as subtly as possible to cover your mouth and muffle the sobs that threatened to spill even with you willing them down again.

Hopper stood frozen in place, not expecting your reaction and the way you shrunk in on yourself - the pure heartbreak in your eyes was enough to remove any anger he had in his own. When you turned your back to him however and he heard a small muffled sniffle, he was quickly snapped out of his trance and stepped over to you with quick long strides.

Never really one to ask for permission to comfort, he grabbed at your arm gently to turn you around before pulling you into his chest and engulfing you in his arms. Once you felt the warmth of his large chest press against your face, you couldn’t keep it at bay any longer and the first tears slipped from your eyes with a choked sob.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart… shh shh,” he soothed, smoothing a large hand up and down the expanse of your back.

“I’m s-sorry,” you choked out through sobs, nuzzling further against his soft chest.

“For what, honey?”

“For being so… so immature. You have so much to deal with and the last thing you need is your immature girlfriend yelling at you when you get home,” you cry, sniffling between words.

As gently as he can he grabs at your arms to pull you the smallest amount away from his chest forcing you to look up at him. He looks almost sad, eyes twinged with regret as he takes in your tearful face, “hey, don’t say that. I’m sorry I said that… you’re not immature, if anything I’m the immature one. I was just frustrated, I didn’t meant it, honey.”

“It must have come from something,” you muttered, picking at a button on his brown uniform instead of looking at his face.

“I promise it had nothing to do with you, baby. You were making so much sense… I’m sorry, I was just tired and frustrated and just said the first thing I thought of and that was unfair,” he spoke softly, hooking a finger under your chin to angle your face up again, “forgive me?”

You sniffled, pretending to think it over, but eventually nodding with a small smile.

He smiled widely at you and pulled you back into his chest, squeezing you against him as he let out a relieved breath.

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pappydaddy · 1 year

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my little girl (j.h.)

a/n: this is really short, i am so sorry. hopefully it's good, i was desensitizing myself to the song again (a yearly occurrence bc i bawl like a baby when i hear it). also, i aged the reader up to be an older teen starting university. i felt like it would make a better plotline, but the reader has a canonically late-year birthday (december) so she is seventeen. hope you don't mind lovely!

ps, i am trying a new format. we'll see if i like it...

fandom: stranger things | pairing: jim hopper x fem!teen!daughter!reader (father/daughter)

requested by the lovely @sunnysidesadie (hope you enjoy it💛!)

synopsis: visiting her old cabin when she misses her dad is normal for y/n. what isn't is her supposedly dead dad suddenly showing up. | based on this song by tim mcgraw (i grew up on country music, don't judge me) that always makes me cry so... | au where vecna stuff happens at another time

warnings: grief mentioned | (believed to be) dead father | emotional? | not being able to trust things

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Standing in the ruins of her father’s cabin, Y/N’s chest ached. She often came here, ever since that day last summer. It looked the exact same as it did that night - a shell of a once lively house. Even if this wasn’t the home he raised her in, it was the cabin they made a home in such a short period of time. The Mind Flayer had ruined it, only the walls left standing. Everything else smashed and broken, even possession.

The sting of tears made Y/N’s eyes feel like they were burning out of her head. The Mind Flayer took her home, but the Russians took her father. In their greed to become the most feared country, they ripped the one thing Y/N loved the most from her. The one thing that she had in her life that was constant was gone. Sure, Jim Hopper was battling his demons, drinking, a bit aggressive in his parenting tactics, and a horrible communicator, but he was her father. He loved her with every fibre of his being.

Swallowing thickly, she spied a broken picture frame sticking out of the ruins, most likely from the wind pushing it around overtime. Slowly walking towards it, Y/N felt the old floor shifting under her. Soon, it wasn’t going to be safe to stand here. She feared that day. The bit of cabin was the only thing she had left of her father. He had sold their home when they had to protect El. Their prized possessions and keepsakes were either damaged or pillaged by teens who stumbled upon the empty cabin before they could finish off the Mind Flayer.

Bending down, she grabbed the picture, wiping off the dirt. It was her father and her. She was six, in a horribly itchy red and green dress. It was her elementary school Christmas Recital. She had on bright tights and a pair of shiny black shoes. Her grandmother had helped him dress her that time. Usually, for this recital, he would have put her in a green dress with her pink ballet tights. After that year, he had stuck to the same colour palette. Smiling down fondly at the picture, she couldn’t help but let a tear slip. “I miss you. So much,” She whispered, eyes squeezed closed. “I think you’d be proud of me, Dad,” She swallowed the hard ball that was forming in her throat, trying to ignore how her heart felt like it was being ripped in half. “I’m taking on this whole world. Just like you always told me to.”

Y/N stood there, looking in her full length mirror. It was her first day of senior year, it had to be perfect. Her shaking hands brushed over her outfit for the sixth time in that minute. Humming, she shuffled to the side, inspecting the outfit she had picked out last night for any flaw, turning up with nothing. However, she couldn’t find anything great about the outfit either. Light blue coloured mom jeans (brand new so fitting perfectly), converse, and a dark green mock neck sweater. There was nothing bad but nothing particularly amazing about the outfit. “Y/N, hurry up and eat your breakfast before you run out the door saying you’re too busy to eat.” Her dad told her, his voice nearing her partially open door.

“Coming.” She told him, but she didn’t move from her spot in front of the mirror. In the reflection, she saw her door being pushed open and her father appeared, clad in his brown uniform, his had noticeably missing.

“Y/N, I told you already, your outfit looks fine. I want you to eat before you leave,” He reminded her. Despite his gruff and aggressive appearance, her father’s words were spoken with a sense of softness. She sighed, slumping her shoulders as she turned away from the mirror. His brown eyes watched her. He was dense with the whole girl dad thing. It wasn’t easy trying to understand them, but he tried. Which is why he stepped into the room further, pushing the door closed behind him. “What’s going on? It’s gotta be more than worrying about your outfit.”

He sat on her bed seconds before she joined him. “I don’t know. My life is changing, should I really be wearing the same clothes I wear every first day?”

“What are you talking about,” He questioned, brows furrowed as he looked at her outfit. “Those pants and the shirt are all new. You’ve never worn them before.” She laughed at this, which wasn’t his intention, but he couldn’t help but smile and feel his heart melting.

“Not the clothes, but the style. I’m graduating, my life is completely flipped upside down after this year, but here I am dressing the exact same way and doing my hair the exact same way, going to the exact same school to hang out with the exact same people,” She muttered, feeling stupid about her worries. “I don’t know,” She shrugged. “It’s scary and I don’t think I am ready for it.” She confessed, her eyes finally looking up at her. The same exact eyes looked back at her. Everybody said that she had her father’s eyes.

Her father sighed in understanding, smiling sadly down at her. “If anyone isn’t ready for you to graduate, it’s me. I mean, one second I am dropping you off at kindergarten then all of a sudden, you’re sixteen getting ready for your senior year,” He informed her, nudging her shoulder with his arm, making her laugh. She hated being so much younger than her classmates, but she was starting senior year as a sixteen year old, turning seventeen in December. He had to fight the sadness filling him, knowing his daughter is growing up, because she needed him to be her rock. She needed him to be her cheerleader. “Never in my mind did I ever think you weren’t ready. You are going to take on this whole wide world, chasing your dreams,” He suddenly turned serious. “And I will be here, cheering you on because you’re always going to be my little girl. And just know, as long as you know the road that takes you home again, I will be here for you.”

“Just the road? That’s the only way you’ll be there for me?” She asked. Hopper looked at her, ready to get mad that she took it like he wasn’t going to be there for her, but that crooked little smile played on her lips - the same crooked little smile she wore when she was a kid whenever she did anything she wasn’t supposed to. Instantly, his anger and his naturally icy heart was melting, just like it always did and just like it always will.

“Real smart, you little ass,” He laughed, making her join in on the laughter. “Now, I still want you to eat, but I would rather you not drive like a maniac trying to get to school in time so I will put a few more snacks on the counter for you to stuff in your bag on your way out. I’ll add some change to it so you can get a drink at lunch,” He informed her as he stood up, walking out the door. “Have a great day, Pumpkin. I love you. So much.” He told her, he couldn’t put how much he loved her into words - he wasn’t good at emotions and sappy stuff, but he was confident she was sure how much he loved her, even if she didn’t realise he loved her more than anything.

“I love you more.” She said back and he was instantly reminded of everytime she said that exact thing to him in the past. From the time she could speak to that moment. For a second, he wanted her to be that toothless seven year old cuddling her teddy bear as he tucked her in again.

“I hope you would be proud of me,” She added in as her eyes slowly blinked open. “I am kinda taking on the world by myself at the moment-”

“And I’m sure you’re taking the world by storm despite that.” A voice scared her, making her whirl around, the picture frame clutched to her chest as her heart tried to run out of her chest. There he stood. Shaved head, bruises, and a crooked smile - the same one she wore when she got in trouble.

“Dad?” She breathed out, eyes wide. Was it a ghost? Was it her mind playing horrible tricks? What a cruel joke the universe was playing on her if the man standing before her in clothes that were obviously not his was all her imagination. Tentatively, she stepped towards him as he stood on the ground, through the damaged front door that was nearly off its hinges completely.

The man (or product of her grief) nodded. “It’s me, Pumpkin. For real.” He reassured her. He knew she was reluctant, not wanting to get her hopes up. The reality of the Upside Down has put them through hell and back. It was hard to trust anything the universe gave them. Win the lottery? Are they sure it wasn’t just a cruel trick the Upside Down conceived to put them through more hell? Supposedly dead father standing before you? Was Y/N sure it wasn’t secretly some sort of shape shifting creature set to destroy El?

She walked a few more steps, finally reaching the door frame. Hopper stayed in one spot, but now Y/N could see the people gathered off to the side, giving the father and daughter space. Joyce and Murray stood in the treeline, giving Y/N nods of reassurance. “Dad!” She broke into a smile, her heart delighted. She was too overcome with happiness to even think about questioning how he was standing there if he was dead.

The photo slipped from her grasp as she ran from the doorway, all the way down the rickety old steps. Arms out, she nearly tackled her father, hot tears streaming down her face as she actually felt the warmth of his embrace wrapping around her. He was real. He was here. His heart was beating. She could feel it hitting his chest. She could hear it as she pressed her ear against his chest, nearly squeezing the life out of him, “So you know the road that leads you home after all, even without me here, huh?” Hopper asked, the tearful chuckle rolling through his large form.

Pulling her head from his chest, her arms still attached to him like a little girl who is scared. She kind of was a little girl scared that her father would disappear if she let him go. “Huh?”

“You’re here. You came here all the way from West Lafayette. You knew the way home when you needed me. You did exactly what I told you that morning,” He took in her confused expression. “Joyce told me you chose Purdue. Smart girl, they did offer you a full-ride. Wish I could have been there to see your first day.”

“I wish you could have been there too, Dad.” She admitted, squeezing him in a hug again.

“Part of me doesn’t want to let you go back. Sometimes I wish I could just have a pause button so you would stop growing up. I would have paused it until I escaped the Russian base.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as tears started to fall from his eyes. Y/N was too overwhelmed to actually process that little bit of information, hoping to remember to ask him about it later. Joyce and Murray shared a look. This was a side of Hopper nobody saw. He was vulnerable. He was speaking in ways they didn’t think possible.

“No matter what happens, Dad,” Y/N pulled away from the hug slightly. “I’m always going to be your little girl. Me believing you were dead while you were really just a prisoner in a forgein country for so many months isn’t going to change that.” She joked, laughing through the tears rolling down her cheeks, the bright smile Hopper loved so much on her face.

“You’ll always be my little girl,” He repeated, pressing his lips together. “Pigtails and all in my mind.” He smiled as she rolled her eyes playfully at this, pushing his shoulder before embracing him yet again, still scared that he’ll disappear again.

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daisydeacks · 2 years

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Jim Hopper Comfort Blurb

Jim Hopper x Reader

A/N: my first attempt at hopper, dippin my toesies in for writing him. hope y'all enjoy :,) it’s just fluff, comforting. that sort of thing. very short. sorry in advance to my jackass followers

It was late when pounding knocks came from your front door. You were already in bed, your dog Peanut curled up at your feet. You had been sleeping, almost curled up on your side on one side of the bed. You didn’t hear the pounding at first; you were a deep sleeper in the winter. Something about the cold kept you knocked out until your morning alarm.

The feeling of Peanut jumping jumping off of your bed followed by her barking had woken you out of your slumber. You muttered intelligible words under your breath as you forced your eyes open, blinking as you tried to adjust to the darkness. You weren't sure what time it was. The first thought to cross your mind was “well, you can just go back to bed and let her bark, it won’t matter if you sleep in. You have tomorrow off!”

You almost did succumb to your half asleep thoughts before the sounds of knocking echoed throughout the house and to your bedroom again. You groaned loudly this time, throwing your blankets off of you and storming through your hallway and down the stairs towards the front door, ignoring the cold floor under your bare feet. You reached a hand for the lock before you stopped, finally realizing it was the middle of the night. Who would be knocking in the middle of the night?

“Y/N?” A familiar voice was heard through the door, your dog now staring intently where the door would open, her tail swishing back and forth. Hopper?

“Jim?” You frowned now, finally unlocking the door and swinging it open. The golden retriever quickly bolted to the tall man, tail wagging as she sniffed at his boots. Your frown quickly dissipated at the sight before you moved aside, letting Hopper into your home. “Why are you knocking? I gave you a key, silly.” You gave him a small smile, closing the door once your dog followed him in.

“I-” Jim frowned, looking down at his keys in his hand before his regular tough facade went soft. “Yeah, you did.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyebrows furrowed. “Shit, I’m sorry-”

“No, don’t.” You cut him off, reaching up to help him out of his coat. He took his hat, setting it on a hook by the front door you had hung specially for him. You hooked his heavy coat over your arm, brushing a few wrinkles out before looking up at him in the dimly lit entryway. You could see his eyebrows knit with stress.

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” Jim snapped out of whatever thoughts he was stuck in, eyes tired.

“I asked what’s wrong?” You frowned a bit now, reaching your free hand up to brush a few strands of hair out of his face. You cupped his jaw once his hair was out of his face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone.

Hopper’s eyes fell shut at the feeling, his shoulders sagging a bit as he leaned into your touch. “Do you ever feel like you’re cursed? Like you're destined to be the reason horrible shit happens all the time?”

Your face softened at his words. It had obviously been a rough day at work for him. “Sometimes.” You answered truthfully, voice quiet. This caused Jim’s eyes to open and meet yours, his expression a bit curious. “But it’s not the...destined to be the reason sort of thing. It’s the..” You sighed, trying to think of the right words. You dropped your hand from his face, moving to the closet to hang his jacket.

Jim trailed behind you, finally kicking his boots off near your door and making sure it was locked. The two of you started walking up the stairs, Peanut seeming to race the two of you to the master bedroom.

“Maybe being there? When it happens? So it seems like you’re maybe the reason, but in reality, it’s some shitty version of ‘in the wrong place at the wrong time’ sort of thing.” You finished your thought, rubbing your eyes as you padded down the hall, Jim right behind you, his steps heavy in comparison to yours.

He was silent as he mulled over your words.

“Shitty things happen everyday, hun.” Your voice was empathetic. “Whether you’re there or not. But,” You turned towards him before entering your room, grabbing his larger hands in your own, “look at me.”

Jim's eyes flickered up from your hands, his expression almost protective as he forced himself to meet your eyes. You hated seeing his pretty blues so sad.

“It probably helped them that you were there. From start to finish.”

“Y/N-”

“No, I know what you're going to say.” You shook your head, squeezing his hands a bit tighter to get your point across. “You think everyone sees you as some lazy police chief. Most don’t. I don’t. That dad you helped find answers for today? He doesn’t.”

Jim was still silent as you spoke, eyes still staring into your own before he looked down again. He let out a long sigh, chest almost deflating. “You heard.”

You exhaled through your nose, giving him a sad, tight smile before you pulled him to you best you could. It didn’t help that he was so much taller than you when you tried to comfort him, but Hopper appreciated it nonetheless. Your actions alone were enough sometimes to remind him that he’s not as awful as he thinks he is, that the world wasn't as awful as he thinks it is. Because if you existed, it couldn’t all be bad, right? Maybe that was a little dramatic on his part but he didn’t care.

“It was on the news.. I didn’t want to bother you until you were ready.”

The two of you stood in the dark hallway for a while, Jim’s face nuzzled into the top of your hair. You pretended not to notice the wet feeling on the top of your head, the raggedness of his breathing, how his arms tightened a bit more around you with each shaking breath.

It wasn’t long before he pulled away with another sigh, hand coming up to wipe his face quickly. You watched him for a bit before leaning up on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his damp cheek. It was near his mouth you could smell the whiskey. You pushed aside the thoughts of him possibly drunk driving. If you had to be that close, it was probably a while ago, and he could hold is liquor. “Let’s get some sleep, yeah? It’s late.”

“Yeah.” Was his mumbled response, the two of you finally entering your room. He had quickly stripped down to his boxers, clothes kicked off to the side, setting his utility belt on top of the empty bedside table as he normally did. You watched as he crawled into your bed once he kicked his socks off, his larger frame causing your blankets to pull more to his side.

You picked up his clothes before your dog could snatch any of the articles of clothing as her new chew toy, setting them on top of your chester drawers for the time being. You patted Peanut on the butt, mumbled a quiet ‘good girl’ before crawling under the blankets next to Hopper, the man seeming to hesitate a second before he pulled you to him. You folded your arms to your chest as you were pulled flush against his chest, the both of you on your sides facing each other. You felt your dog jump onto your bed soon after, her tags jingling as she wedged herself in between the both of you best she could.

“Really?” Jim’s muttered tone was sour as she continued to wedge herself up as far as she could. You couldn’t help the giggle that left you before you pressed a kiss to his chest.

“You knew we were a package deal, Hop.”

“I know.” His voice was still bitter, his voice rumbling a bit in his chest. You laughed quietly again before you nuzzled closer to him, his arms tightening their hold on you once everyone- Peanut- was settled.

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Plain Old Man - Jim Hopper x Reader

Summary: Jim can't figure out why you love him. After all, isn't he just a plain old man?

Contents/Warnings: hop's self-conscious :(, consensual + legal age gap, fem!reader

requested: hopper x younger really feminine reader. he think she’s the cutest thing ever and that she’s too good for him so he’s kind of upset, but she figures it out and sits on his lap and kissing all over his body </333 // slightly deviated from, but i hope you still enjoy it!

WC: 1.47K / navi

feedback is greatly appreciated! comment, reblog, talk in the tags, send me a message, tell me what you think!

You love Fridays, because when Jim swings by the pizza place for your dinner, he stops into the boutique next door, and always brings you something. Last week it was a pair of dangly earrings, shimmery and green in the shapes of fairy wings. The week before that it was a silver necklace with a pearl charm, to match a set of earrings he'd gotten before that.

You're buzzing with excitement as you hear his car pull up outside, and you bypass the hand he's balancing the pizza on to wrap your arms around his waist. They interlock behind him and you squeeze, wishing you could latch yourself onto him forever and hang off of him like a sloth.

"Hop!"

"Hey, sweetheart." You feel a kiss placed on the crown of your head, his mustache prickling the skin there, "Let's get inside, okay? Pizza's gonna get cold."

Your nose is, too, so you let him nudge you back inside before it starts to ache.

"I baked us muffins," You inform him, taking the box from his hands and watching him toe off his muddy work shoes by the door, "They're blueberry, but I added that topping over them that you liked last time on the banana ones. It's a little sticky, and kinda clumpy, but it tastes the same!"

He nods through your ramble, eyes lighting up at not only the prospect of muffins but of the special crumble you lay over top. He ushers you into the kitchen, but when you reach for the lid of the pizza box he sets a hand on your waist.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he pats the breast pocket of his jacket, and you visibly brighten.

"Oh! Oh," You gush, reaching eagerly for the bag that he hands you, crinkly plastic and purple-tinted, "Thank you, honey."

Your nails pry at the tissue paper that's wrapping whatever present you've gotten, and when you rip the tape away it reveals two barrettes, one pink and one blue. they're beaded, shimmery under the light, and they'll look adorable tucked into your hair.

"Hop," You gush, surging forwards to face-plant into his chest, "I love them! I can use them to twist my hair back like I've been doing lately."

"I know," He nods, leaning forwards to bump his nose into your own, his eyes crinkled at the corners with a smile, "That's why I bought them. I know the pins haven't been holding it."

You'd stolen two worn-out, dented bobby pins from Jim's nightstand, that you're fairly certain he'd used to pick locks with. It concerned you, but he hasn't asked for them back, so you're sure his lock-picking days are behind him.

"Put 'em in!" You urge him, unclipping the barrettes from the card they're on and dumping them into his large, rough hand, "You know how to do it, right?"

"I know how to pull your hair back," He scoffs, sticking one clip between his teeth so that his words muffle as he uses his hands to twist a chunk of your hair away from your face. He pulls it back and secures it with the clip, a snap letting you know it won't fall out.

"Perfect," He praises you (though you think it might be aimed at himself), and pops a kiss to the metal clip.

Your smile is infectious as he uses the other clip on the opposite side of your head, thick fingers twisting your delicate hair carefully. When it's pinned he kisses that side, too, and backs away to look at you head-on.

He smiles, but it's strange. It doesn't fade, per se, but the look in his eyes shifts, and your gut churns with nerves when they seem to be sad.

"Hop?" You tilt your head, watching him try and fail to focus on you instead of whatever's happening in his head, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," He nods, pressing a mediocre kiss to your cheek as he rushes for the pizza box behind you, "Yeah, sweetheart. You look real pretty. Let's eat, okay?"

He plates his pizza in silence, so you do too. But it's strange, because he always complains about the cheese not being gooey when he pulls slices apart, and there's not a peep out of him today. Just a downcast glance that tracks his feet all the way to the couch. He typically spreads out, eager to relax after a day of work, but he sits proper, plate on his lap and eyes on the tv.

You reach down to flick it on when you pass, and you sit closer to his side than you normally would. You feel his thigh tense up against your own, and you frown, glancing over at him.

"Jim," You croon, setting your hand cautiously against his thigh, "Are you okay? The truth this time, please."

"Yeah, honey, I.. I don't know." He shakes his head slightly, blinking rapidly and sighing, "It's fine, really. I like your clips, sweetheart, they look good."

He goes to take another bite of pizza, but you pull it out of his hands just before he can. It means that his teeth clack together instead of meeting the bread, and he looks bewilderedly at you, hand still outstretched.

"Hey," He frowns, "That's my pizza."

"I know it's your pizza," You plop it back onto the plate, setting it on the coffee table and taking its place in his lap, "It'll still be your pizza when you tell me what's bothering you."

He sighs again, and this time you feel it where your hands are braced on his belly. You smooth your hands over it, tracing your thumbs from the dip of his navel out to his sides.

"Tell me, Jim," You plead, "I'm worried about you."

He looks at you for a moment, head-on, eye to eye and face to face, and breaks. He murmurs a gruff 'fuck,' under his breath, head drooping down so that his chin meets his chest.

"Jim," You whine, tucking your fingers under his chin and lifting it so that he can't avoid your eyes, "Just tell me, honey. I need to know."

"You are.." He pauses, cupping your cheek and smiling sadly at you, "Gorgeous. You know that?"

"You tell me all the time," You promise him, shimmying your hips slightly to press your tummy further into his, "What's that got to do with anything?"

"I think you're too gorgeous for me. And sweet, and nice, and perfect. I'm a plain old man," He gestures to himself, his beige uniform and scruffy stubble, "That's it."

"You're not a plain old man," You chide him, pinching at the pudge of his belly, "You're the man I love. You know that, don't you? That I love you."

"I'd like to think so," His smile stays sad, "I just can't think of a reason you would."

"Well because- because you're.. you! Jim," Your brows furrow and you lean closer, nose-to-nose, "I love you because of who you are. Not because of any one specific reason, the reason is just you. I love you, Jim Hopper."

His hand cups the back of your neck and pushes you forwards. It's not a kiss, but your lips meet, as do your foreheads as your noses smush together.

"You're too good to me," He murmurs, his voice slightly raspy.

"No," You protest, pecking his lower lip in a sweet smooch, "I could never be too good to you. 'Cause you deserve the best."

"You are cheesy today," He chuckles, but you know it's not an insult as much as it is an observation, "Did those muffins have extra sugar in them? Something's got you all sweet."

"It's you," You grin, knocking your nose into his once more and digging your hands into the soft chub of his belly, "I'm glad you're home. I missed you all day, I wanted to call you a bunch but I didn't wanna bother you."

"You wouldn't bother me," He promises, smoothing a hand down your back, "But it's probably not good to hold up the line at the police station."

"Yeah," You hum sadly, and lean down to tuck your face over his shoulder in a much-needed hug, "It's better when El's here. She keeps me company."

"Speaking of," He glances at the clock, patting your back gently, "We need to go get her soon. Max's mom said she can't stay another night, she's got chores to do."

"Finish your pizza," You clamber off of his lap and rush for your own plate, "Because before she comes back, you're going to make me happy scream."

"Oh, yeah?" He laughs as you settle yourself back against him on the couch, attention finally turned to the television, "We should brush our teeth first, then. I'm not kissing pizza breath."

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ervotica · 10 months

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dbf!hopper in which your parents ask him to watch you because you twisted your ankle at the pool :( you couldn’t be safer than with the sheriff, but your parents don’t know you two are closer than they think

“it’s absolutely sweltering, how can you still want to cuddle?!”

i’m torn between smutty n fluffy so u choose bae 🫡

Thank you for this my lovely, my love for our one and only Sheriff Hopper is unmatched; Hopper humours your dramatics over a twisted ankle, fluff ensues; 800 words

bambi’s sun kissed summer celly

“Hi, Honey.”

You’re pouting the moment you limp through the police station; you know you are, and it only gets more prominent, your soft little lip pushing further out as Hopper catches a glimpse of your deflated countenance.

You hop your way over to his desk, the door swinging shut behind you, and plant your bum onto the solid wood furniture in front of the older man. Your thighs squish, pushing against the seams of your frayed denim shorts; Jim thinks you’re practically edible.

“How’d you manage that, huh?” He lifts your swollen ankle, resting the heel of your foot against his thick thigh as you whine and halfheartedly explain how you tripped and sprained your ankle at the pool.

“Wasn’t my fault! Tripped ‘cos Hargrove distracted me, fuckin’ shouting.”

“Language.”

You huff and roll your eyes but you don’t curse again. He begins rubbing soothing circles into your calf, squashing the flesh in and then pulling it tight, working his way up your leg until he’s at the pudge of your hip. He squeezes you there, laughs as you prickle and squirm under his heated stare.

“Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

He lifts you with ease, hooking your legs over one of his arms where the other holds you up at the base of your spine. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, what with the chief being your dad’s closest friend; no one ever realises there might be more to your relationship than that.

He deposits you safely in the passenger seat of his car, pausing to pinch your chin and nudge you gently into the centre of the seat.

“Attagirl,” he mumbles, leaning over you to fasten your seatbelt; you don’t bother telling him that you’re capable of doing it yourself. You adore the attention from him.

You’re dozy and content on the ride to Hopper’s cabin despite the throbbing in your ankle. Lolling your head to the side, you gaze at the man next to you with a level of adoration only seen in cringy romance movies.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he teases in that deadpan way he jokes; you flush white-hot right down to your toes.

After he parks, you let him lift you back out of the car and snuggle in close; the frayed hem of your cut off t-shirt tickles his arm. If it bothers him he doesn’t say so. You reach up and scratch at his jaw, fingers touching and then spreading out until they’re splayed across his stubbled cheek.

The couch is a welcome comfort; it smells of Jim, feels like him as you sink into it with a happy little grunt. You whine and reach for him when he steps away to toe his heavy boots off, quickly perking back up as he makes his way towards you, towards his permanent dent in the seat cushion.

You knock his hat off of his head with the way you fly across the space between the pair of you and into his lap; he doesn’t even scold you as he usually would. You thank the Lord for your injury. His arms naturally fit around your body and he hikes you up until you’re comfortable cradled in his lap, your hurt leg stretched straight to avoid any unnecessary tension.

“Honey,” he laughs, this deep bellowing sound that pushes his eyes half shut and reveals smile lines mostly hidden from the outside world. “It’s absolutely sweltering, how can you still want to cuddle?”

“Missed you,” you mumble into the fabric of his Sheriff’s uniform. “Need a cuddle.”

He coos something sweet that isn’t quite a word and you make a funny sound somewhere between contentment and a complaint. Your face goes to the juncture of his neck, eyes closed as his hand spreads across the top of your head and locks you tight against him. You go still and limp.

“‘s nice,” you slur, already well on your way to being asleep.

“You fallin’ asleep on me, sweet thing?”

“No,” you mildly protest; you both know it’s a lie. You press a featherlight kiss to his neck, and then another. Jim’s fingers scratch at your scalp the way he knows you like.

“That nice?” he asks.

Your replying snore tickles his neck.

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darlingsfandom · 6 months

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You’re a rookie cop on a job with hop. You’re quiet but he catches you peeking at him every now and then. It’s especially hot watching him use his gun

"Ya alright kid?" Hopper asked as he drove the car around town.

"Yeah yeah just taking it all in." You shrugged a little bit. Being the new cop of the force was never easy and being a female cop in a small town wasn't the best, but it was a job none the less. Jim nodded along with you as he approached the stop sign

"You can talk you know... or else it's going to be harder than it already is." He looked over at you and all the blood rushed to your face. Jim noticed how quickly you looked away, rubbed your neck and faked a cough to help break the tension. Jim pulled over and your furrowed your eyebrows.

"Why? What are you doing?" You grabbed your seatbelt and watched as he shut the car off.

"Let's cut through the shit now... do you want to fuck me or not?" You gasped at his boldness.

"I... why... why are you asking me that?"

"Don't be dumb with me. We've been hip to hip since you started three weeks ago. You act so quiet but I know how you're looking at me. How you linger around me, how you squeeze your thighs when I touch you in ways that you shouldn't even be squeezing them... although I must admit that your thighs do look delicious in those pants, so point is... do you want to fuck?" Jim pushed your hair back from your eyes and cupped your cheek.

"Does that make me a bad person?" You asked quietly and Jim let out a chuckle before he unbuckled your seat belt. He helped you into the back of the squad car. You sat on his lap as he pressed his lips into yours. His lips were soft and tasted like smoke as his tongue slipped inside of your mouth. Your hands trailed down his shirt while your hips moved against his lap. Jim kissed down your neck as he unbuttoned your top and his eyes went huge.

"White bra huh? Acting all innocent huh?" His lips attached to the exposed skin of your breasts while his fingers undid your bra and he pulled it down your arms. "Shit... look at your big tits baby! Knew they were big but damn." Jim wrapped his lips around your nipple while he played with the other. Your fingers ran through his hair as you pushed your breasts further into his face. Jim groaned into them and bit down on the flesh before he helped you get your pants off.

"Knew you weren't so innocent honey.... got a fucking wet patch on my pants from your needy cunt already." You looked down to see the fact that you did leave a patch . Jim unbuckled his pants quickly .

"Oh Hopper! You're a big boy!" Your eyelashes fluttered as Jim grabbed his cock and angled you onto his cock. "Fuck! Jim!" You held his shoulders as he held your hips and slowly started fucking up into you. Jim started slowly to let you adjust to his size. Once you were use to it, Jim didn't hold back.

"Oh god oh god ! Oh my god!" You cried out loudly as your hands ran over Jim's chest before running them through his hair and pulling on it. His balls were smacking against you making the sounds echo loudly. You were a whimpering mess and Jim was in heaven as he fucked you faster.

"That's a good girl! Taking my fucking cock! Knew you wanted it!"

"Yes yes yes!! Always wanted your cock!" You threw your head back and Jim attached his mouth back onto your nipples. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your thighs started shaking . "HOPPER!" You cried out as you creamed against his cock which made him cum inside of you with a loud groan. The windows were fogged up and the car smelled of sex. You sat on Jim's lap for a minute as he rubbed your cheek slowly before pulling you down to give you a soft kiss.

"I'm going to have to keep you as my partner from now on." He kissed your head and helped you clean up before the two of you got presentable again to act like he didn't just fuck you senseless .

#jim hopper blurb #jim hopper smut #jim hopper #jim hopper stranger things #emsblurbs

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rafesmuse · 2 years

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Oh lawd could you imagine him finally coming to terms with the fact that he was in love with his secretary (AHEM YOU). Like every day he walks past you and you tell him “good morning chief” he just has to fuck his fist in his office before he can even say anything to you.

YES!!!! i love this 😮‍💨

but imagine catching him one day, walking into his office while his hand is around his dick, pumping it while quietly groaning your name, “chief, have you-“ you freeze in the door opening as your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. hopper quickly zips his pants back up in panic and apologizes over and over again, but when he looks back up at you, he sees you walking inside his office and slowly closing the door behind you while he looks at you with a puzzled expression. few minutes later you’re bend over his desk while he fucks you roughly from behind, finally feeling you around him instead of having to imagine it everyday

#♡ — love letters.#♡ — my favs.#nsfw.daydreams #jim hopper #jim hopper smut #jim hopper x reader #stranger things smut #jim hopper blurb

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velvetcloxds · 11 months

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hey could I request a blurb for dbf! hopper where he calls reader whenever he needs help with eleven? love your blurbs!

OUR GIRL | J.H.

word count: 1k

warnings: I made this nanny!reader x dbf!hopper, hope that's okay, age gap obviously, reader is in their twenties. giggles terribly because I love him so much- also the gif??? ignore the blood though

summary: hopper asking you to come over after eleven and mike broke up

You were sitting with your back against the wall, Eleven gripping her pillow tightly though her head was settled in your lap, your fingers digging through her hair in an attempt to calm her down. When Hopper called claiming he was having trouble with her attitude you'd expected to come over to settle a little pre-teen-encouraged spat, what you found, however, was a girl trying to cope with her first breakup.

"Ellie, I'm so sorry," you hummed, the girl moving further into your lap, looking up at you with the saddest brown eyes and absolutely breaking your own heart in the process. "Boys suck," was your simple reply, and though Hopper was stuck in the hall, not allowed in but obviously peaking through the half-closed window, he offered a little nod in agreement.

You'd been the designated nanny for all the kids in town, getting first-hand information about all the latest couples and crushes and you'd sworn to give Mike Wheeler a hiding at his full pre-teen age if he so much as caused a frown on the little Hopper's lips. She was special to you, always the best company if you had to finish an assignment when watching her, helping you with dinner when Jim was working late and it didn't help at all when you and Jim ended up in your complicated little love affair, you'd rearrange the whole town for her before, you'd wipe out the whole world for her now.

"Dad said so too," she sighed and you couldn't stop yourself from pulling her up into a hug, knowing she'd long outgrown being sat up in your lap to be coddled when sad but it was awful hearing her cry like this and she clearly didn't mind, nuzzling her head into your chest with a few sniffles. "Said he'd beat Mike up if I wanted, I didn't," you had to smile, looking up to the door knowing Jim was there, knowing he'd catch your eyes and shrug.

"You can still change your mind," the man noted, and when he pushed his head through the open space both you and Eleven shook your head, sharing a knowing look before reaching a hand out to beckon him over.

"Come on in, old man," you breathed.

"Dad," she groaned and peaked up from where she'd been engulfed in your, Jim's, sweater, letting him take her hand despite her pride, managing a little smile when you squeezed her one more time. "Not cool."

"Listen, Ellie," you stepped in, guiding her to look at you, smoothing some hair from her face and dotting away the wetness under her eyes. "Not all boys are trouble, you know, despite what your dad says, but do you maybe want to wait a little longer before trying the whole dating thing again?" she nodded quickly, if this is how bad Mike, her friend, could make her feel then she had zero interest in any other boys.

"No more boys, ever," she concluded and Hopper was very pleased with that, a wide smile dipping into his lips and earning him a warning raised brow from you. "Except for Dad," she added and made both you and Jim laugh lightly. "He's a good one, that's why he's your boyfriend," she explained and wiped her cheek dry, shrugging as if it was all very self-explanatory.

"He is a good one," you agreed, happy that she was no longer crying, clearly still sad but no longer needing the extra cuddles you had planned for later.

"Do all boys break your heart?" the purest little question, Hopper looked to you to answer, this entire conversation was not for him because he could swear she was just his little El yesterday and now she's talking about boys.

"Not all of them, not the good ones," she moved to sit next to you, a little yawn slipping from her lips, tired from all the crying and the long day and the drama that was sure to come, so you brushed a hand up and down her back, an old habit from when she struggled to fall asleep. "Your dad would never," you were looking at him, smiling just as widely as he was, it was something to behold, such a silly little gesture but it was true, Jim Hopper would protect your heart for as long as he could and you knew that for sure.

"Okay, so I just need to find a good one then, like Dad," Eleven yawned again and you nodded for Hopper to meet you in the hallway, slipping out from your little corner and holding onto the girl's hand as she moved to lay down, sighing happily as you draped her with a blanket, tucking her in just as you usually do.

"You don't have to worry about that now though, you know, just stay our little Ellie for a little while longer, won't you?" you crouched down to be at her level, smiling at her sleepy state and she giggled lightly at your comment.

"I'll try," she mumbled and you kissed her forehead, booped her nose, and squeezed her hand three times just like you'd do when she fell back asleep after a bad nightmare. "I love you, blueberry," she breathed, eyes closing, heart already asleep but mind fighting it just for a few seconds.

"I love you too, pancake," and you did, she wasn't yours, not even slightly but you loved her like she was, like you'd been a part of her life forever, and in special moments like these it felt like you were. "We need to have a little word with Wheeler," you announced tiptoeing into the kitchen where Jim was already making you a cup of cocoa, silently bribing you to stay a little longer.

"We can meet him in the alley," he scoffed and you were drawn to him without any control, melting into his back as you snaked your arms around his waist. "Thank you for coming to talk to our girl," he sounded shy in the statement, busying himself by putting too much sugar in the mug Eleven got you for your birthday, she'd painted it herself and admittedly it looked awful but it was your favourite thing in the world.

"Our girl," you breathed and the words sounded so perfect to your ears, tasted like home on your lips. "We do make a good team though, don't we?"

"The best," he lifted one of your hands from his waist, squeezing it three times, kissing it softly, holding it tight. "You staying the night?"

"Will you help me study if I do?" he wouldn't, he'd distract you long enough for you to cave and cuddle but you had an extra day to study anyway so you'd risk it.

"Of course, I will," he reached a hand around and patted your butt gently, completely contradicting his words. "No distractions, no kisses until you're done," you giggled, kissing the space between his shoulder blades and you didn't need to see his smirk to know it was there, hand not showing any signs of moving.

"Liar."

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elliewlums · 2 years

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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐧 — 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jim hopper x fem!reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, oral (f receiving), p in v, a little bit of dirty talk, praise, ohhh i love this so much

jim hopper was the first man to ever make you cum. sure, you’ve had sex before, but no one has ever taken the time to prioritise your pleasure. that man would spend hours between your legs if you let him— and he knows you will.

that’s where he is right now; his face buried between your thighs, beard rubbing against your sensitive skin as he makes out with your pussy. he’s all tongue, slurping at your little hole until you’re screaming and locking your legs around his head. he only grunts and doubles down when you thread your fingers through his hair and sob, chanting daddy like his own personal mantra.

“daddy. oh, ‘m gonna cum.”

he grins into your cunt as your eyes cross and you tremble under his hands; he kneads the fat of your ass and pulls you up to his mouth and ruts your pudgy clit against his tongue. you squeal and gush, covering his face in your slick as your pussy throbs and spasms. he pries himself away, crawling up your body to kiss you messily, licking into your mouth and groping your bare tits.

“good girl,” he coos. “want daddy to take care of you? put my big cock in ya, yeah?”

“yeah, yeah,” you egg him on, pressing yourself closer to his chest in a desperate effort for contact. you need to touch him, need to crawl inside of his skin and become part of him. “please, need you. need you so bad.”

“okay, angel,” he laughs, discarding his boxers somewhere in your shared bedroom and tugging on his dick. you gasp as he prods at your entrance, the fat mushroom head of him alone stretching your little hole around him. his balls kiss your asshole as he bottoms out and crushes you under his weight; your eyes roll back and flutter closed at the feeling of him above you and you drool onto the pillow. he groans as your cunt clamps around him and sucks him in.

“daddy,” you murmur, blissed and dumb with pleasure. he smiles, flashing pointed canines like a predator.

“daddy’s gotcha, sweetheart. you hold still f’me.”

you’re in for a long night.

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