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Jim Hopper x Reader
Warnings: smut, age gap, size kink slightly, praise, foul language, Jim being fucking oblivious.
Hoppers old.
Or getting there at least.
And he knows it.
But somehow you're still here in his bed, your youthful cheek squished against his chest, your arm thrown around his middle that he knows isn't as toned as it used to be. 'A Dad bod,' you'd called it. Said it was hot. He'd just rolled his eyes, giving your ass a playful swat.
You'd met when you began secretary work at the police station. It was a long, pining heavy minute before he ever approached you romantically. You'd flirted with him, or tried, but he couldn't possibly fathom someone as young and vibrant as you wanting him. He'd tried to avoid you, despite working so closely together. That all changed one night when he had to stay late to do paperwork, and you'd volunteered to stay behind to help. He'd tried insisting you go home, telling you he'd take care of it, saying you should get some rest. But you'd stayed, helpfully pointing out that it'd go twice as fast with 2 people.
So there he was, 1am with the prettiest girl to give him any attention in a long time, your thigh bumping his under the table. He crosses his legs. Partially to put space between the two of you, partially to hide the growing tent at the front of his pants.
The view you'd given him wasn't helping. The white button down you wore was slightly undone at top, unbuttoned in you're frustration, allowing him a view of your breasts swelling past the top of your bra everytime you bent to retrieve your dropped pen.
You're barely through half the stack of reports and files when you suddenly stand and lean across him, your hair in his face, your chest brushing his arm.
'Sorry Cheif, just looking for the notes that go with this case,' you explained, flipping through the stack. He let out an involuntary groan, the scent of your shampoo flooding his senses, his cock straining painfully against his pants. If you heard, you never let on, finding the folder you were looking for and sitting back down. Looking back now, the memory makes him chuckle, wondering how he'd been so oblivious to your advances.
'I'm gonna..ima run to my office quick,' he said, standing and turning quickly, 'left some notes somewhere in my desk. Might be a minute.'
'O-oh! Take your time!' You told him, but you looked-and it had to be his mind playing tricks on him-disappointed? He shook his head as he hurried off to his office, quickly shutting the door behind him, fumbling with his belt, desperate for some relief from the pressure. He fell back into his chair, giving his throbbing cock a couple long pumps.
'Fuuuck,' he breathed, precum leaking out of the angry red tip and onto his fingers. He used it to glide his hand over himself with ease, moaning as he imagined it was your spit, your pretty lips wrapped around him, bobbing your head up and down, those big innocent eyes staring into his. Your name tumbles from his mouth, sweet on his tongue.
Just as he felt his release rising in him, there was a knock on the door.
His door.
That he forgot to lock.
There was no time to stuff himself back into his pants before you're opening the door and peaking your head in, so he just spun his chair to face front, hiding his lap under his desk.
'Hop? Everything good? You find those papers?' You asked, knitting your eyebrows together, making him want to kiss the bump that formed between them.
'Oh, yea, no, sorry,' he said a little too quickly, 'I uh, I think Flow might have had them last, but she keeps her desk locked at night. No big deal.' He shrugged, wishing you'd take his explanation and leave. He was still exposed under his desk, twitching, his release still sitting on the brink.
Instead of leaving, you stride into the room, shutting the door behind you, 'maybe they're still in here. Here, lemme che-,' you'd walked around the edge of his desk and he'd nearly jumped to stop you.
'No! That's REALLY ok, it doesn't matt-,' he didn't speak quickly enough, watching in horror as you shut the drawer open next him, finally exposing his dirty secret to yourself. He braced himself, ready for you to scream, ready for you to call him a dirty old man, a pig, ready for the profanities to spill like venom from the mouth he'd wished so many times to kiss.
But it never came. You just stood there, your mouth open in a small O shape, your clear and intelligent eyes wide.
'I'm so sorry,' he breathed, and moved to pull his pants back up, his face cherry red, 'God, I'm sorry, please-' you stopped him in his tracks, resting your small, soft hand on one of his large calloused ones. You bit your lip and looked up through your lashes at him, and he swears he's never wanted anyone or anything like he did in that moment.
'I thought- thought you-,' you spoke softly, fumbling over your words, and then you whispered 'I thought you didn't want me.'
He pulled you forward by your waist at this, leaning his forehead against yours and breathing out shakily, 'you have no idea how long I've wanted...' He trailed off, brushing his hands lightly over both sides of your face, like you're delicate and precious, like he could break you if he touched you too hard.
He wanted to break you.
'Can- can I?' He looked at your lips as he asked his half question. He didn't need to finish. You knew what he meant because you wanted the same thing. You nodded slowly and bit your lip again. He threw his head back and whispered a curse under his breath, and sighed, 'let me do that for you.'
He kissed you softly at first, his pointer finger and thumb tilting your head by your chin. And then he got hungrier, greedier. He kissed you like you were fresh air and he was a man drowning, his fingers digging so hard into your sides that you could imagine his fingerprints bruising onto your skin, his teeth nipping the soft flesh. He kissed down your jaw and neck, his stubble scratching and tickling your skin in just the right way, and you moaned, digging your nails into his back. He pulled you down onto his thigh, one leg on each side of his, the pressure and friction on your clit making you dizzy.
'So damn beautiful,' he said it against your skin, like it pained him, and it did. In his mind, this was a fluke. There was no way you'd want him more than once. Sex with an older man, that's all it was. Just a taboo to you.
So when you ran your hands down his chest and sang his praises, he thought he was going to melt right then and there.
He put his hands on your hips and began guiding you on his thigh, relishing the way your eyes flit back into your head. 'Yeah sweet girl? Feel good? Come on, ride my thigh, get yourself nice and wet for me. That's a good girl' he growled the last part, ripping open your shirt, the snap buttons coming open with a loud CLACK. He bent his head and softly kissed your chest, sucking and leaving hickeys anywhere that wasn't covered by your bra.
As if reading his mind, you reached around and undid the clasp, letting both your shirt and your bra fall off your shoulders. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he looked at you. The moonlight from the window behind him illuminating your skin, your head thrown back and your eyes shut tight as you ground yourself onto him. The need to be close to you was settled in his very bones, every fiber of his being wanted you like an addict wants a drug.
He had so much he wanted to do. He wanted to sit you on the desk and bury his face between the pillowy thighs he so often found himself daydreaming about. Wanted to see you bruising your knees for him, your eyes glassy while he hits the back of your throat. But all that could wait. He needed you too badly to take his time, to worship your body like the alter it was to him.
'Want me pumpkin? Hm? Need me to stretch you out good? Make you feel full?' He purred, brushing the hair from your face. You could hardly answer, your mind already so scrambled for him, babbling your pleas and cries.
He lifted you by your thighs, his hands finding home on your ass under your skirt as he held you above him, ready to lower you down onto him. He couldn't believe his luck as he watched you in wonder, his head falling forwards and into the crook your neck as you lowered yourself onto him, your tightness wrapping around him, ripping a loud, full moan from his throat. He helped you bounce, keeping you upright as you fucked yourself onto him, kissing him hard and deliberately.
'Jus' like that honey. Fuck, you're so good. Wanted you for so long. Drive me absolutely insane,' you felt him say against your lips. He hugged you tight to him, one hand cradling the back of your head, and bucked his hips up into yours, holding you and cooing sweet praises as he used you, just like he always wanted to. The amount of times he'd imagined this exact scenario at night, when the only one to keep him company was his hand, was uncountable.
He could feel his orgasam rising again already, and he would have been disappointed in himself if he couldn't feel you reaching your own breaking point.
'Gonna cum for me? Hm? Gonna cum for your Police Cheif like a good little whore?' Oh, he was loving this. 'Where do you want it baby? Where do you want me to cum? All over that pretty face? On those perfect tits of yours?'
You're were panting, your face pressed to his shoulder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.
'Jim- I,' you stumbled over your words, moaning as he hit your sweet spot over and over again, 'pill. Have the pill.'
His head spun, 'yea? Want me to fill you up with my cum? I wanna see it leaking all over those perfect fucking thighs of yours, oh FU-' he almost loses himself to his own words, hips slamming messily against your ass.
'Cum for me princess. That's it, be a good girl, scream it for me.'
And you did, your release white hot. You pulled down the collar of his shirt, biting his shoulder, leaving teeth marks he was still admiring in the mirror the next day.
He followed you closely, shooting thick, hot ropes inside of you, moaning and cursing, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as you shook against him.
'Did so good f'me honey. Made me cum so hard. God,' he buried his face in your neck and breathed in, high off the scent of you and him mixed together.
Now, as you stir against him, whining softly in your sleep when he kisses your forehead because he just can't help himself, he smiles softly.
He might be old, but damn do you love him. And if a few gray hairs don't bother you, then he can keep coping with it.
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jadey - HONEY - listenlistenlisten, so I feel like you said you'd write for hopper?? but if not (because he's not on the official list) please ignore this request! BUT would you be able to write something about hopper visiting reader in the hospital after she was almost posessed by vecna?? whether this is still early stages of relationship or already established, you pick, gorgeous!! (also ik this means no hopper/joyce but personally I prefer hopper/me??) xoxoxo BIG SMOOCHES
ty for your request, love u! ♡
Nobody would ever believe you, but you know it's Hopper from the smell. You've missed him for months, and though the scent of him wore away from his sweatshirt before you thought you had time to memorise it, you know without opening your eyes that it's him sitting beside you.
Your heart monitor beeps loud and erratic.
"Don't," he says quietly. "Don't freak out."
It won't listen to him, how could it? Not even the oily fog of painkillers can dull the reality of him being here, right here, this close.
"You're supposed to be dead," you croak, peeling your eyes open achingly slowly.
"Aren't you a little old for teen angst?" he asks.
He's real. He's real, you're exhausted, you almost died, but he's alive. Tears well in your eyes of their own accord, not a lick of choice in it as Hopper takes your arm into his hand.
"You look sick," you say tearily.
"Nice. You look worse."
"Where's your," —you gesture to his body— "everything?"
He's lost a dramatic amount of weight, hollows sunk under his eyes. He grins despite your insult and leans back in his chair, hand sliding down toward yours, fingers pushing between your knuckles to twine them together firmly. "Russian weight loss program. Like it?"
You're honestly not sure. Maybe when the shock has worn off you'll feel strongly either way, but right now it's his obvious alive-ness that takes centre focus.
"I missed you," you say. You've not even a syllable into 'missed' when your voice disappears, the agony of your admission knocking the air from your lungs in one callous blow. "I missed you so much."
He squeezes your hand. "I know. I'm sorry."
You start to sit. Hopper stands and slips his hands behind your shoulders, helping you up with a tenderness you've dreamt about every night since he disappeared. There was no time to define what you were to one another, all these months you've been grieving a maybe, but you know the connection you had was more than real when he reaches down the millisecond you reach up. His lips smashed to your forehead and his big hands spread and searching like he's trying to stop you from falling away from him, you splutter as the air is knocked from your chest again.
"Sorry I wasn't here to look after you," he says.
He hugs you for so long you figure you must be dreaming. There's a familiarity to his embrace even if the feel of him has changed, security with a little less padding. "What happened to you?" you ask hesitantly.
"What happened to me? You just had something– someone in your head. You almost broke your neck, you could've died."
"I'm lucky. I am. It could've been worse." It was worse for others. Your voice wobbles embarrassingly. It doesn't put Hopper off. You used to worry that being younger than him would make you too different; you aren't a kid but you haven't lived a life as agonisingly detailed as he has. You're scared there won't be room in his head for your weight, too, but there always is. "You're back," you say, relieved.
"I'm back."
You breathe out.
"Let me see you," he demands, drawing away to check you over.
Your skin is clammy and has been for days, you weren't sleeping —sleeping meant dreaming. Hearing the toll. You've chased sleep with coffee and caffeine pills and bad TV, each day going a little more insane with wanting Hopper back. There were moments when you knew for sure he was dead, and moments you hated yourself for entertaining the idea. Whatever you deserved, he's here, wiping your sleep crusted eyes with a careful thumb.
"Well, you're still a sight for sore eyes."
"Yeah?" you ask, laughing until you cough. "I look good in the gown, right?"
"Better out of it," he suggests, kissing the top of your head. He lingers there too long. You can read his mind for that single moment.
He's not happy with himself for letting you face it alone. Which begs the question. What kept him away?
"Hop, where have you been?" you ask gently.
"I'll tell you everything after you eat something."
"Me?"
"I almost forgot how rude you are," he says, rubbing your cheek fondly. "Shit. Like I could forget a thing about you."
You take his hand from your face to clear a path. "That's romantic. Hit your head while you were gone?" He nods, hangs his head, lets you cover the back of it with your hands. You pull him forward, searching for hair he doesn't have. "What did they do to you?" you murmur sadly.
"Don't say that. The neck up is as good as it gets."
"I don't believe that for a second," you say, though you worry about what he means. "You better go find me something to eat. I want to know everything that's happened."
"Got a waiting room full of people who aren't gonna like that," he says, lifting his head.
"I really, truly don't care," you say, still so softly. "I've been waiting to see you again for a long time. They can… they can walk a mile in my shoes."
"Whatever you want." Hopper clasps your elbow. "Anything you want."
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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI
Jim Hopper x reader | One morning after waking up beside Hopper, you notice his morning 🪵. You remember him mentioning something he wanted to try awhile ago, so you decide to indulge his fantasy…
It was impossible to miss; you noticed it the moment you woke up. The sheet covering Hopper’s naked body and yours was very obviously tented below his waist. You yawned softly, stretching your arms over your head. The sheet dipped and rose ever-so-subtly as Hopper’s cock bobbed under the fabric…
You wet your lips, eyes gliding up and down his sleeping form. Hopper had told you once that he’d always wanted to wake up with his dick in your mouth. But that was so long ago, the memory of Hopper mentioning it had faded from your mind. Today, however, presented you with a perfect opportunity to make his fantasy a reality.
Slipping a hand below the sheet, you gently pulled the fabric aside. Hopper’s erection pointed sturdy and thick towards the ceiling, a bead of precum dotting his tip. You felt him stir slightly, his body probably reacting to the change in temperature from having the warm sheet pulled from his waist.
You knelt your cheek against Hopper’s thigh, and pulled the sheet over your head, covering his legs again. Under the covers, you nuzzled your nose against the coarse hair on Hopper’s thigh, pressing a light kiss there. He stirred again very slightly, grunting in his sleep and murmuring something drowsy and unintelligible. You cupped a hand over your mouth and tried not to giggle at Hopper’s babbling, focusing instead on your task.
Pressing forward under the covers, your lips met Hopper’s cock in a soft kiss. He pulsed in response to the stimulation, stiffening and tapping against your lips. You smiled hungrily, and closed your mouth around his shaft. You slowly massaged Hopper’s girth from balls to tip, and back down again.
Hopper groaned, his legs twitching slightly under the covers. You slid your mouth along his shaft, tracing the veins in Hopper’s cock with your tongue. You added soft kitten licks to his tip, peppering it in kisses. Hopper throbbed against your mouth, his tip smearing precum over your lips like a gloss.
You sank your mouth over Hopper’s cock, taking the first four inches down your throat easily. His body jerked slightly, his breathing going deeper. A new tension stiffened Hopper’s thighs beneath your breasts, which were pressed soft and warm against him as your mouth serviced his cock.
Tugging him deeper with a firm, consistent suck, you were able to take a few more inches before your gag reflex activated. You let Hopper’s tip spread the muscles in your throat, smiling around his cock when you heard his familiar, drowsy voice mumble your name.
Hopper reached beneath the covers and laced his fingers through your hair. Holding your head in place, he elevated his hips to fuck up into your throat. “Good baby, y’suck it so fuckin’ good…” Hopper murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep. He guided your mouth up and down his shaft, grunting each time his thrusts tapped the back of your throat.
The pace of Hopper’s breathing had increased, his grip in your hair tightening. You could tell he was getting close, so you sucked even harder. Hopper’s knees bucked, his thighs closing around your head. His thrusts were sloppy and slow at first; but as the haze of waking began to fade, Hopper’s thrusts grew sharper, determined. He pressed your face deeper into the wiry hair at the base of his cock, your nose bumping his stomach with each punch of his hips.
“Christ-I’m gonna come-,” Hopper groaned. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense, as warm semen sprayed the back of your throat and slid down to your stomach. You licked the rest of his cum from his belly, the tension in Hopper’s body dissolving in the warm afterglow of orgasm.
He pulled the sheet aside, revealing your ruddy face and slick, satisfied smile. “Good morning, baby,” Hopper grinned down at you. “Good morning, Hop,” you replied. He slid his hands under your arms and lifted you up, making you giggle in surprise. Flipping you onto your back, Hopper adjusted himself on the bed so his face was nestled between your thighs.
“Don’t you have work today, Chief?” you teased. “They’re gonna wonder why you’re taking so long to get-ahh!” You gasped as Hopper’ tongue made a long swipe across your pussy, silencing you. He smirked arrogantly up at you from between your thighs. “What’s that, sweetheart?” he asked coyly.
“-to the station,” you replied breathlessly. “They’ll miss you at the-ungh!!”
Hopper plunged his tongue between your lips, cutting your sentence short again. “They can wait awhile longer,” he murmured, his cheek resting against your thigh. “Besides…” Hopper trailed kisses from your thigh to your belly button and below, his lips lingering above your clit. “…I haven’t had my breakfast yet...”
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Hi could I request a cute hopper x reader fic set in season 2, where El helps hopper get ready for his date with the reader and a few months after they are dating, she meets El for the first time. Reader is nervous to meet El as she really wants El to like her, and El loves the reader and Hopper is in love with the reader especially after seeing his two favourite girls get along
Thank you for requesting! I miss writing about Hopper. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it <3
Fair warning - I barely have experience in writing El and I haven't seen season 2 in years so I hope it's semi correct with the timeline? And I hope her character is somewhat correct🤞🏻
His girls
Jim hasn't been on a date in ages, as well as asked a girl out on a date. But the few times Y/N stopped by the station, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She captured his attention more than the cigarettes and donuts that sat on his desk. He watched her through the blinds of his office, up until she left.
Jim didn't have the balls to ask her out until she beat him to it.
Now he tore apart his closet as El microwaved her small frozen dinner.
El could hear him cursing to himself and the sound of things hitting the floor. She walked over to his room, knocking on the door.
"WHAT!" Jim yelled, El opened the door with a worried face. Her eyes took in the disaster of his room.
"Do you..help?" She asked, she still was learning how to properly speak. She learned words here and there from the group but she never was out in the world to learn how to communicate.
Jim thought about it. His first reaction was to say no and deal with it. But maybe help would be nice. Maybe it would calm his nerves.
"I need a shirt and jeans." Jim sighed. El smiled and raced into the room. Her eyes looked over his different shirts.
"For a date. Fancy? You know fancy?" He asked, El shrugged. She had no clue what that meant but she wanted to help.
"Date?" She asked
"Yeah, you know how you like Mike?" Jim gagged out, but he knew this was the only way she'd understand.
"Yes." She said in a dead tone.
"I like a girl, and we are going to get dinner." He explained, that the fewer words for her the better.
"Dinner. Girl. Like." She muttered to herself. Her brown eyes scanned his room. She reached forward to grab a button-up. She'd seen Mike wear lots of those, but he always paired it with a jacket.
"Jacket?" She asked, holding up the shirt.
"I need a jacket?" He asked, when she nodded he pulled one out of his closet.
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Jim couldn't lie, he was very impressed with El. He stood in dark blue jeans, a black button up and a brown jacket resting on his shoulders.
"Hair," El said, handing him a hairbrush. Jim smiled and thanked her. Brushing through his hair and trying to push down the bumps.
"Okay, El. I'm going to leave now. Stay here, you know the rules." He said, hands on his knees as he got in her eye level.
"Yes, hopper."
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After many more dates, and once they made it official, Jim was ready for Y/N and El to meet.
Y/N was terrified. She could feel all the air get stuck in her throat when he brought it up.
"Really?" She squeaked out nervously. She'd heard lots about El, which meant she knew El wasn't easily impressed. She was blunt and honest. Two things that scared Y/N to death.
Jim kept pushing and pushing. Y/N knew it was important to him and she felt honored he wanted them to meet. She couldn't help but worry if El didn't like her. Would Jim end it all together? She didn't want to lose Jim, she felt herself falling for him.
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"El this is Y/N!" Jim said a huge smile on his face. A smile El barely ever saw. El knew that Hopper didn't smile often. He was always grumpy and annoyed. She made him crack a smile every once and a while. And she felt her stomach warm as she watched Hopper smile toward whoever Y/N was.
"Pleasure!" El said, a big smile on her face as she held out her hand.
Jim may have given El a lesson in manners before this event. He prepped El just as much, or even more than he prepped Y/N.
"Oh! It's a pleasure for me too!" Y/N said she shook the young girl's hand.
"Compliment her haircut," Jim whispered against Y/N's head.
"I love your hair! The curls suit you very well." Y/N said, thanking Jim in her head, El's smile somehow got bigger.
"Thank you!" She said excitedly. Her face felt warm and her stomach fluttered.
"Pretty," El said, looking at Hopper.
"I agree." Jim smiled.
They sat down for dinner, a simple take-out delivery of pizza. It was so simple that it made Jim feel like they already were a family. El told her jokes that Jim never understood, but Y/N laughed at every single one. El didn't understand much of what Y/N talked about, but she listened closely. She watched her lips move and nodded along.
Jim worked hard on helping El with her communication, and he could see the improvement as she talked to Y/N.
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After they met, El asked for Y/N to come over every day. She claimed it was nice to talk to a girl for a change. Jim rolled his eyes but he loved that El wanted Y/N around, because he did too.
Months down the road, El and Y/N communicated better than ever. El learned new words and Y/N kept her sentences short. Sometimes Y/N was there when Jim wasn't.
He lost count of the times he came home from work to see El learning to braid Y/N's hair. Eyeshadow on El's eyes and lipstick on her lips. Her nails were in a bright pink, and Y/N's nails matched.
"We had a girl's day!" El said, looking towards Y/N to see if she said it correctly. When Y/N gave her a nod and thumbs up, El smiled again and looked back to Hopper.
Jim hasn't had a family in a while. And he worried he'd never feel the love for a family like he did before. He was scared he'd feel too guilty and think he was replacing his old family. But he wasn't.
The two girls in front of him were his chosen family. And he'd pick them over and over again.
"I think Jim needs a makeover too!" Y/N said, a smirk on her face as El immediately agreed.
"No!" Jim argued.
~~~
"Nice nails, Hop!" One of the officers said as Jim walked into the office.
"Shut it," Jim muttered, grabbing a donut and walking into his office.
"Are your nails pink?" Joyce asked, sitting in his chair as she waited for him to arrive.
"My girls wanted to give me a makeover. Now what's up?"
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Taking Control (Jim Hopper x female reader ~ 18+)
Characters: Jim "Chief" Hopper x female reader
Rating: Explicit ~ Minors DNI. Seriously.
Words: 1.5k
Summary: Hopper works out some of his anger while in the bedroom with you
Warnings: smut, basically porn with no plot, oral sex, unprotected sex, dom/sub undertones (kind of), orgasm delay/denial
A/N: This is probably the filthiest one shot I've written, and the first time I've attempted to do mean/dom Hopper vibes. I hope it's good!
You knew as soon as Hopper came through the front door exactly how his day had gone. Anger was etched on every line of his face; you could practically feel it radiating off of his large frame. "What happened?” you asked, concerned. “Same shit, different day,” he grumbled. This seemed to happen more and more, and you were worried that all the stress was going to eventually catch up with him. You had tried to get him to come up with something he could do to relax to no avail. For as long as you had been with him, the man had never had an off button.
Today, though, an idea ran through your mind, a way to hopefully erase the bad mood he was in. You grabbed his hand and led him toward your bedroom. “Come with me,” you said, giving him that look, and he cocked his eyebrow at you and followed you down the hall. Once you reached the doorway to the room, you leaned in and kissed him, long and lingering. “It’s pretty simple. You need to blow off some serious steam. I want you to work out some of your anger. I want you to be in total control of me tonight. Tell me what to do,” you said. The look on his face, a mix of disbelief and excitement, was priceless. “What? We’ve never done anything like that. Are you sure?” he questioned. “Yes, baby, I think you need this. I want to give it to you. I trust you not to take it too far,” you replied. And you did. He would never do anything to hurt you. “Okay, if you’re sure. Just let me know if you want to stop,” he said, looking at you with those gorgeous blue eyes.
It was like a switch flipped in him. He pushed you inside the room. He kissed you roughly, all tongue and teeth. He nipped at your bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. Something deep inside you seemed to wake up in response to this new side of him. You tried to wrap your arms around him, but he growled at you. “No touching. Not yet,” he said, his eyes darkening. Oh my God, this is so fucking hot you thought, feeling the slickness pooling between your legs already. “On your knees,” he commanded, and you did so immediately. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. “Suck my dick,” he told you, putting one hand on the back of your head and pushing you toward him. You were more than happy to oblige, grasping his already hard length in your hand and licking a stripe up his shaft. You took him completely in your mouth, tasting the saltiness of his precum. You moved up and down rhythmically, taking him in as far as you could.
"Look at you, blowing me like a good little whore,” he said, leaning his head back and grunting. You could feel your cunt clenching at his words. He had never talked to you like that, and honestly, you liked it. He started moving his hips, slowly thrusting into your mouth. It was almost too much, the feeling of him hitting all the way in the back of your throat. You dug your nails into his ass cheeks, trying to keep it up, to give him what he wanted. Suddenly he pushed you back, away from him. “You’re a little too good at that,” he said, and your body sang at his praise.
He grabbed your hands and pulled you off the floor, then pushed you toward the bed. “Take your clothes off. I want to see your body,” he told you. You slowly took off your t-shirt, then your jeans, standing in front of him in just your bra and panties. He devoured you with his eyes, which were darkened and clouded with lust. “Lose those too,” he said. You did, tossing them off to the side.
“On the bed. Put your hands above your head,” he said. You raised an eyebrow. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he growled. “Yes sir,” you replied, doing as you were told. He removed his shirt, now also completely naked, and grabbed his pants off the floor. He retrieved his handcuffs off of his belt and closed the distance between you.
Oh shit you thought. This is about to get really good . He crawled toward you on the bed and adjusted one handcuff down onto your right hand. He ran the chain around a post on the headboard and closed the other cuff around your left hand. You squirmed, not liking that you still couldn’t touch him. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked. You could only moan in response as he started kissing his way down your body. He stopped at your breasts, alternating between pinching and biting your hardened nipples. You arched your back, trying to get some kind of relief for the constantly building need inside you.
“Be still,” he instructed, and you whined. He licked a trail down your torso to your center, teeth biting at you as he went. You knew you would be covered in marks tomorrow, but you didn’t care. You just wanted more , to give yourself over to him completely. He roughly shoved your legs apart. “You’re practically dripping already, and I’ve barely touched you. Such a needy girl,” he teased. You could feel the heat pulsing through you and thought if he didn’t touch you soon, you might just die.
Suddenly he shoved his tongue inside your slick folds, licking a slow trail to land on your clit. You ground your aching pussy against his mouth, begging for more. He licked and sucked, finally giving you what you needed. “Yes, Hop, right there,” you gasped, feeling your impending orgasm already right around the corner. He felt it too and abruptly pulled himself away from you. “You only cum when I say you can,” he said, and for a moment you wanted to hit him right in the face.
“Then you better fuck me soon, or I will find a way out of these handcuffs, even if I have to break my wrists,” you snarled at him. He laughed at the anger and desperation in your voice. “Yes ma’am,” he said with a mock salute. "So impatient, you can’t wait to have my cock inside you, can you?” he asked. He lowered his body over yours, and you tingled with anticipation. He began to enter you, so very slowly. He put just his tip inside you and then removed it, over and over again, teasing you so deliciously. You whimpered and bucked your body against his, desperate for him to bottom out in you. Finally, he shoved himself all the way inside you, and you yelled his name over and over like a chorus, pleasure momentarily blinding your vision. He began thrusting at a frenetic pace, gripping your hips with bruising strength, sweat dripping down his forehead. He looked so damn sexy, and you didn’t think you could hold out much longer.
He then took one hand and wrapped it around your throat. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was enough to make you realize this might be something you enjoyed. He squeezed a little harder, noticing the way you tightened your pussy down around him. “So, you like it when I choke you, huh? You’re my good little slut, aren’t you,” he asked as he kept one hand on your throat and moving the other down to make lazy circles on your clit, all while still thrusting in and out of you.
“Please, Hop, can I cum now,” you begged, at least as much as you could with his hand still tight around your throat. Your body felt like it was about to explode; everything was electric. “Yes, you’ve been good for me tonight. Let go, baby,” he replied. He removed his hand from your throat, and you sucked in a deep breath, your entire body on fire. You could feel the pressure inside continuously building until you couldn’t take it anymore. That invisible coil inside you finally snapped and wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.
“Oh my God, Hop, yes!” you screamed, trying so hard to touch him even though you were still handcuffed. He pounded into you relentlessly, seeking his own ending. It wasn’t long before he found it, thrusting as hard as he could as he covered your walls with his release.
He quickly let you out of the handcuffs, and you began rubbing your wrists. He looked at you, concerned. “I’m fine, I promise,” you told him. He leaned in and gently kissed you on the cheek. “Thank you,” he said. “For what?” you asked, confused. “For tonight. You always know exactly what I need”.
“I know,” you replied with a grin. “It’s a gift.”
#jim hopper x fem!reader#jim hopper smut#jim hopper x you#jim hopper x reader#jim hopper#david harbour#stranger things smut#hopper smut#jim hopper oneshot#hopper x reader
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You should mess with Jim - 6
Summary: The fun continues!
A/N: There we go, our soft bear having some fun. I hope you guys enjoy it! It'll take longer to post, but I'm still writing it! <3 Banner from @cafekitsune
Written with unholy eagerness and no proofreading!
Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader
CW: Sex, piv, no condoms (this is a loving fantasy and I didn't want to write them, but hey, please do not do that!)
“Hey.” You said as Jim stirred, squeezing you into a bear hug, and nuzzling your hair.
“Hey.” He answered, growling. He chuckled, after a pause. “You really drained me.” You giggled, he continued, “I feel like an old man, who can’t even stay awake after an orgasm, but in my defense, it was a really good one.”
You looked up, at him; he was looking down at you, a huge smile on his face. He licked his lips, and the smile took a predatory undertone. It made you shiver.
“My turn.”
Jim kissed you deeply, his hand covering your breast; he squeezed firmly, then ever so gently brushed his thumb over your nipple. He broke the kiss and moved to suckle on your nipple, fingers brushing gently over the other.
You buried your hands in his hair, scratching his scalp gently; he sighed and you whimpered, as he moved to suck on the other nipple. He pulled his head back and blew air softly on your peaked nipples. You shivered, to his delighted laughter.
Jim slid one thick fingertip around your nipple, enjoying the feeling of your moist skin under him. He hums, playing gently, until you started squirming. You tug on his hair, needing more. Jim stops, pulling back, looking at you with a gentle smile.
“I don’t like pain, so be careful. You should also know no amount of hair pulling will make me speed up, or move.” His expression was soft, but his voice was low and authoritative. Stern. “You can beg, begging goes a long way with me.”
You whined, nodding and feeling yourself getting wetter with the casual display of dominance.
“Good.” Jim said softly, sliding one hand down your belly, still smiling. “You say no, I stop. You say stop, I stop. I want you to enjoy every dirty thing we do together. Ok?”
“Ok.” You said, nodding. You gasped when you felt his hand cupping your pussy. His middle finger gently pressed between your labia, he rocked his hand; sliding his finger along your slit, notching the pad of his finger teasingly.
You combed his hair with your fingers, caressing the back of his head gently. He smiled, kissing your nipple, his fingers sliding in circles over your clit. He played with you until you were on the verge of tears, whimpering and trembling.
With a sigh, Jim stopped, pulling his fingers from you. He moved slowly, getting on his knees between your legs, as he sucked on his fingers. His eyes fluttered close and he hummed, a soft smile on his face.
“I’m gonna take my time, honey. I hope you don’t mind.” He said softly, then lowered himself to lick along your slit. He hummed, clearly delighted. You braced yourself, a fleeting thought reminding you’re about to experience what you only saw in all those movies.
Jim pressed his face against your pussy, grunting, nuzzling your clit while his tongue moved slowly against your hole. He growled, languidly moving against you.
You looked down and you saw him frowning, concentrated, his tongue slithering into your folds, teasing your hole with little pokes and prods. Your eyes rolled back; you moaned, unable to deal with the dual sensations of seeing him and feeling his tongue at the same time.
Jim was lost in sensation, your skin against his face, your smell, your taste. You whimpered, squirming against him, your hands pressing his head, caressing his hair.
He rejoiced in the feeling of your thighs pressing on his ears. This isn’t for show. This is real.
Your hips trembled on his hands, tensing and spasming, your whimpers a distant noise muffled by flesh and skin.
“Jim, please…” You whined.
With a sigh, he raised his head, pushing two fingers into you. His face was wet, glistening, his eyes glassy. He licked his lips, enjoying your flavor, then looked down at his fingers.
“You’re so beautiful.” He mused, in awe. “His eyes met yours, he licked his lips. “Come for me, please, honey.”
His pleading voice hid an order, somehow, and you felt as if you didn’t have a choice. You tightened against his fingers, making him moan and go back to licking your clit.
You came with a racket, whimpering and mewling, your hips pushing against his finger.
“Fuck.” He cursed softly, pulling away, on his knees, watching you. You had never seen him harder, in any of the movies. Precome pulsed freely, making his cock glisten under the lights. He squeezed the base of his cock, throwing his head back with a moan.
You watched, your mouth hanging open, your eyes half lidded. He looked so sexy it rendered you momentarily dumb; not one thought crossing your head.
“Do you want to rest, honey?” He asked, laying down by your side, his hands rubbing and squeezing your waist, your hips, your ass.
“I do need one moment.” You chuckled softly, your legs still trembling.
Jim chuckled, hugging you tight against his body. He rested his cock between your legs, length pressed against your slit.
“How can you stay still like this?” You asked. You felt so desperate, just the feel of his thick cock between your legs was enough to make you squirm and thrust, sliding against his length with languid moves.
“I’m a patient man.” Jim chuckled into your ear and kissed your neck and your shoulder. “You’re so needy.”
“I need you. Inside of me.” You complained.
“I thought you needed a moment?” Jim teased, still chuckling.
“I changed my mind!” You whined, pushing against him.
Jim kissed you, deeply, slowly, lovingly. You felt yourself melt under his attentions, his hands moving all over you. You felt your body stilling, until you just felt your cunt pulsing against his length, your body completely relaxed.
He watched you, smiling as he caressed your back, your hips, your ass, his hand smoothing and grabbing every inch of skin he could reach. You sighed, closing your eyes.
Jim moved, slowly, laying you on your back, one of your legs propped over his folded thigh. He kneeled, massaging your ankle down to your thigh, as he straddled your other leg. He kissed your foot gently as he moved, until the head of his cock was notched into your hole. He then hooked your leg around him, leaving you on your side.
He kept massaging you, distracting you with caresses. You melted under his big hands sighing.
“Relax, honey.” He ordered, as he pushed inside you.
Jim grunted, watching your surprised expression. You gasped, wide eyed, and turned your face to look at him.
“I know, I know… It’s big, but you can take it.” Jim growled softly. “That’s exactly what you came here for, wasn’t it?”
You blinked back tears of pleasure, nodding eagerly.
“Fuck, honey, you’re so tight.” He squeezed your thigh, then pulled back and grabbed your ass cheek, raising it a little so he could see your hole stretched around his cock. “You take me so well… so warm.”
Jim closed his eyes and grabbed your hand, raising it to his lips. He started moving his hips gently, slowly, kissing and licking your palm, suckling on your fingers, every movement of his hips and tongue unhurried, deliberate.
You expected him to move faster, but he never did. He just kept the steady, sedate rhythm, dragging you gently to the precipice of your pleasure.
Jim grunted softly as he moved, moaning against your palm whenever you squeezed him. You wanted to come, you could feel him close, pulsing inside you, his teeth scraping against your palm.
“Please, Jim, please…” You whined, watching him with big, watery eyes. “Please, baby, I can’t take this slow, I want to come!”
“Shhhhh, darling, you can take it.” He comforted you, dragging your hand to cup his face. His beard scratched and tickled your palm, and you dragged your fingernails against his cheek, petting him. “We are so close.”
He didn’t speed up, but his thrusts got stronger, with him grinding against you every thrust, pressing your clit. You felt your legs tense, with the head of his cock dragging against that special spot inside you.
“There. There.” Jim mumbled, and kept torturing you with his unhurried thrusts, watching you closely, his eyes half lidded.
You got lost in the soothing movement, and your orgasm took you by surprise. You tightened around him, making him smile, throw his head back. His hips ground against yours in small pulses; with a roar, he spilled inside you.
Jim crumbled beside you, wrapping his arms around your body and crushing you against him.
“Fuck, honey.” He mused, distracted, his voice low and dreamy. “Been fucking my way through life; never like this.”
“Hm?” You grunted, nuzzling him. “Like this?”
“Yeah.” He yawned. “Exactly he way I wanted.” He kissed your shoulder, your neck, then nuzzled your hair. “ ‘s like you were made for me.”
You smiled, eyes closed, basking in the afterglow.
Jim propped his head on his arm and watched your naked body curled with his. He watched you breathing deeply, his mind lost in a pleased daze.
His mind raced through countless encounters, countless partners, the cameras, everything and everyone demanding him to be a machine. You just took him, however he wanted. You took what he had to give at the moment, and you didn’t complain, didn’t frown, didn’t make him feel bad.
You squirmed and his cock twitched, threatening to rise again.
He had to remind himself he was a patient man.
#maycore#mayb writes#hopper smut#jim hopper#jim hopper x reader#jim hopper x fem!reader#pornstar!jimhopper
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Workplace Gossip
Jim Hopper x fem!younger!reader (reader is 25!)
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: age gap relationship (legal ofc!!), jim being insecure in that, innuendos, billy flirting with the reader, mentions of his daughter and her cancer
Author’s Note: hello again!!! if you recognize this one, you probably red Hugs way back when. this is the revamped version as an attempt to return to the stranger things roots before i hit the old billy and steve ones!! lemme know what you guys think <;3
The original request; by anon, Hi! Loved your Hopper imagine! Can you do another one with him with the reader and him having a bit of an age gap?
I don’t own these characters. They belong to the author/director
(not my gif)
You were rushing. You could feel the cold nipping at your sides, freezing the mobility in your hands but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You breathed through your mouth as you walked down the sidewalk. If you started to run you could get to your job interview in five minutes. You looked down at your wrist watch and cursed under your breath. Running in heels wasn’t your best idea but showing up late wasn’t exactly the best way to start a job.
When you looked back up it was too late. You ran directly into a large man, causing an intake of breath from yourself and ‘shit’ from him.
“I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed. You caught sight of the badge on his chest and the hat on his head. Police.
You couldn’t be detained for not paying attention, that was ridiculous. Right?
“Where are you going so fast at 7 in the morning?” he asked, annoyance in his voice.
“I have a job interview.” You bit your tongue. At the station. There was an opening for a secretary job. “I’m sorry again, I’m already running late.” He let you move aside and rush down the street, now running in heels that were too tall for you. He mumbled something about being morning people and kept walking.
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“I am so sorry, I got off on the bus at the wrong stop. I’m still figuring out Hawkins, I just moved here last week,” you explained, out of breath, perspiration beating down your forehead. So much for the business casual blouse you had sweat through.
“It’s no worries honey,” a woman at the front said with a dismissive look. “You were the only one coming. As long as you’re not a criminal, you’re a shoo in.” You let out a breath of relief.
“I’m not a criminal,” you promised. You handed her your resume, sitting down at the desk across from her. “I’m just out of college, 25. I’ve had jobs before during school but I’m looking for something more long term since moving here,” you explained.
“Why did you move here?” she questioned. It sounded more like curiosity than an interview question.
“It’s a small town, I��ve always wanted to live in a small town. Also, I wanted some independence. I’ve only ever really lived in dorms and such.” You fixed your hair eagerly.
“You picked quite the place.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“People who land in Hawkins never leave it. I should know, I was born and raised,” she muttered. She was shuffling through some papers like this wasn't a big deal to her. You cleared your throat.
“I’ve always just wanted to be part of a community,” you explained. “I like the small town community. I want to get to know the people. Grow my communication skills,” you suggested, even though it was only half true. You liked that no one ever left Hawkins. It left plenty of jobs for people like yourself, fresh out of college.
The front door opened. You both turned and you saw a face you recognized. He was holding a small box of half a dozen donuts.
“Meet your new secretary Chief,” Flo said, standing up from her desk. “She gets started tomorrow.” She grabbed the box out of his hands, walking through the doorway to where all the officers desks were. You stood up as well, trying to put on a smile. He looked down at you, sizing you up it seemed.
“You weren’t too late.”
“No sir.”
“Don’t bother with the sir crap,” he said, a gentleness to his voice. A casualness you admired. “Jim. Or Hopper.”
“Jim Hopper.”
“Yeah.” You extended a hand.
“Y/N Y/L/N. It’s a pleasure to work with you,” you said, brightly smiling now.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you around town,” he said, starting to walk through the doorway. You followed him, unsure if you were supposed to but also unsure how you could continue the conversation otherwise.
“I just moved here last week.”
“Picked a hell of a place,” he grumbled. You laughed gently.
“I’ve heard.” He started to pour himself a cup of coffee. He gestured the pot to you but you shook your head. You were still high on adrenaline from rushing here. “How is crime here?”
“Riveting,” he deadpanned. “You’ll do fine.” His voice was so soothing. You nodded, believing him deeply.
“Promise?”
He smiled slyly, leaning against the table. He took a sip of his black coffee. You looked at him through your lashes, knowing you were going to get into trouble with this one. If he looked at you like that everyday you would never want to leave Hawkins at all.
“I promise.”
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Technically speaking, Flo never intended on counting down the days until Chief Hopper asked you out but then on day seven she realized she was. She watched as you came into the room and he adjusted himself in his seat, his eyes floated towards you with a gentle care, and your smile widened. You were good at the logistics. You were good at the job. That made everything else easier.
You got the paperwork done that you needed to and sometimes, you got the paperwork he needed done as well. Powell suggested putting up a countdown to make it more obvious but everyone shut up about it.
“Don’t you think she should go with someone closer to her age?” Callahan asked, leaning back in his chair. Flo gave him a hard look as she walked through the room. You and Jim were in his office, powering through paperwork.
“Who, like you?” Powell questioned.
“She’s cute!” he argued back. Powell, actually doing work, rolled his eyes.
“Her frontal lobe is fully developed,” Flo argued. “She can make her own decisions. I, for one, would like to see the Chief happy since Diane.”
“Only ancient people remember Diane.” Callahan was trying to balance a pencil on his nose. It fell. He made it look like he hadn’t been doing it to start with. “You think she likes him?”
“I think she loves him.”
“It’s been literally a week. She could not love anyone, let alone Jim Hopper, in that time.”
“What about Jim Hopper?” You turned the corner, holding a small stack of papers.
“He needs to do his own work. You’re babying the old man,” Callahan said, pointing his pencil at you.
“He’s not that old,” you suggested.
“She’s right,” Hopper responded. “Watch your mouth Phil.” Callahan put his hands up in defeat and turned back to his desk. You put the things onto your desk to be finalized. You were coming to enjoy the steady, familiar pace of this new life. “I’m grabbing lunch.” He grabbed the keys to the cruiser. He paused, momentarily. No one else would’ve been able to catch it. You were watching him for his words, accepting them before they even came. “You comin?” he asked. You tried to hide the flush on your face as you glanced upwards, like you were attempting to make sure your schedule was full.
“Only if you’re paying.”
“Student debt that much of a bitch?” You grabbed your coat and put it on.
“I just like guys to pay on dates.” You walked past him, trying to suppress a smile. His eyes went wide as they floated to those around him.
“You two take the day,” Flo said, pleasantly, like she had orchestrated this whole thing.
“Literally go, Chief. Before I do,” Powell said. He had a small smile on his face too. He nodded, grabbing the door knob.
“I’m gone.”
-
By week three it was like you had only known this life. It was like it had been pre-made for you. Your body fit the mold of a life that had been waiting patiently for your arrival. Work, dates, drive-ins, socializing. Apparently Hopper knew everybody in this town and with a little work, you got him to introduce you to people.
Never as the girlfriend.
Just as the new secretary.
You both tried to allow that to happen quietly. People would get used to seeing you two together eventually. There was no need to rush anything that didn’t have an exact label yet. You were just two people who happened to know each other. Intimately.
You were eating french fries across from him at work, flipping through some papers. He narrowed his eyes at you. You tried to act like you didn’t notice. He wanted to tell you something. You glanced up at him, chewing slowly.
“Yes Jim?”
“I have a daughter,” he said.
“El. Yeah, I know.” You hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting her yet but you had heard lots about her. He was silent for a moment.
“Sara. Her name was Sara,” he said, not meeting your eyes. “She died of cancer when she was 7. Everyone here knows.” He cleared his throat, sucking in air. “I thought it was unfair, if you didn’t know.” You knew he got divorced, Flo had told you that much. But you had no idea he had a daughter before El.
“Oh,” you whispered. You racked your brain in an attempt to figure out how to salvage this situation. How did he want you to react? How should you react? “I’m sorry.” It felt inappropriate to be looking at paperwork so you put it down. “Thank you for telling me.” He nodded once, picking it up from you and then stealing one of your fries.
“I have pictures of her at the house. I wanted you to know before you meet El.”
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Eleven was wary but got used to you quickly. She liked that you acted a lot like Steve in some ways, even though you were eight years older than him. She liked that Max liked you. She liked that Mike liked you.
She liked that Jim liked you.
By week ten the cabin had become your second home. You laid on the couch while El watched a show. Jim had to work late tonight and you weren’t needed so you were always open to hanging out with her when you could.
The light television buzzing was comforting. You flipped through a magazine, feeling the night begin to cause your eyes to droop. El was happily eating some eggos, whipped cream to top it off. You suggested throwing some chocolate chips on top of it too.
“How’re you and Mike?” you asked, looking at the couple on TV. She had a dreamy look in her eyes. After hearing bits and pieces about how Jim came to have her, you were happy to see it. She deserved an easy life.
“Good,” she said, shrugging. “How are you and Hopper?” You smiled a bit.
“We’re good.”
“Good.” She pointed a finger at you. “The door stays open three inches.”
“El!” you teased, hitting her with the magazine. She erupted into giggles, whipped cream covering her smile. “You don’t even listen to that rule. There are like three rooms in this place!”
“More than one!” she argued, shrugging. You rolled your eyes. Headlights lit up the room. You had some of the blinds open but the sun had long set. It caused both you and El to wince.
“You’re glad he’s home little lady,” you said, pointing the rolled up magazine at her. You both laughed as you got off the couch. You peaked out the window, out of habit, and saw a car you didn’t recognize. You squinted, unable to see more than the outline in the dark. A man got out of the car, shutting the door behind him.
He walked in front of his headlights. You could see the outline of a mullet. He knocked on the door. Hopper, ever prepared, always left a baseball bat beside the door. You grabbed it nonchalantly, leaving it out of the eyesight of your guest.
El had turned around. Hopper wouldn’t have knocked.
Leaning against the door was the infamous Billy Hargrove. You had heard enough about him to be able to recognize him, not to mention you had seen him once or twice with Max. Jim’s words came back to you.
“He has more parking tickets than the rest of the town combined.”
“You’re being dramatic Jim.”
“Never get in that boy's car.”
“You jealous Jim?”
He had rolled his eyes then but you could see what he was talking about now. There wasn’t a scratch on the car but there was a bruise on his face.
“Hello. You are not who I was expecting to open the door.” El was hidden behind the couch, blocking his gaze from her. “Where’s the Chief?”
“Working,” you said, too meak for your liking. “Can I help you Billy?” He chewed on the toothpick between his teeth. He had a charming smile. You imagined lots of girls were the victims of that smile.
“I’m looking for my sister, Maxine. She around?”
“Nope,” you said quickly. “I haven’t seen Max since this afternoon. She was at the arcade with El and everyone.”
“You play taxi driver too?” he questioned, playing a bleeding heart.
“When Jim can’t.” His eyes went wide but you suspected it was fake.
“Wait, you aren’t El’s cousin from out of town or something? You’re sleeping with Hopper?” You flushed, immediately unable to stammer out a reasoning that benefited the situation. You hadn’t actually had an interaction like this.
“Max isn’t here Billy,” you finally offered.
He took the toothpick out of his mouth.
“Well you know where I live if you ever want a good time,” he suggested. He tossed it aside. Littering. How attractive. He was starting to back away when you heard the sound of another car approaching. At the sight of someone else Jim stepped on the gas, pulling in at breakneck speed. He knew that car, even by the outline. “I never caught your name.”
“Y/N,” you said.
“Thanks for the help Y/N.” He winked at you as he turned around. Jim hopped out of the car, shutting it aggressively.
“What are you doing here Hargrove?”
“Just looking for Max,” he said, hands in the air. “Your girl was mighty helpful.” Billy got into his car before anyone could punch him and backed out, rivaling Jim’s breakneck speed.
“That fucking kid,” he grumbled as he walked in. You put your hand on his back, following him in. You kicked the front door shut behind you. “What’d he want?”
“He just asked if Max was here.” You made the executive decision not to go further into that. “I said she wasn’t.” He took off his jacket. There was an aggression there you weren’t used to. He walked to the kitchen to get some food and probably a beer.
“Thanks for watching her.”
“I can watch myself,” El said, looking up at him. There was a slight tinge in her voice that made you think she was telling the truth.
“I know you can. But it makes me feel better if she’s here too.”
“I don’t mind.” You followed him to the kitchen. He offered you a beer but you declined. “How was the rest of your day?”
“Good. Better now,” he muttered, kissing you on the forehead. You smiled, wrapping your arms around him. He embraced you, eyes lingering on the door.
You didn’t think it ever really affected him. The age difference seemed like something you were used to from day one. But you knew Billy had affected him. The Hargrove boy was everything a young girl could want. He was bad as in bad boy.
He didn’t say anything about it the rest of the night.
-
You didn’t see Billy again for a couple more weeks. He became nothing more than a mindless thought in the back of your mind. You weren’t even that pre concerned with him the next day, though you could tell Jim seemed to be. You wanted to bring it up but felt like bringing it up would only make it worse. You waited until El was at Max’s, deciding that doing it alone would be the best route.
He strayed near the phone in case El needed him.
“Callahan said he would finish that,” Jim was saying.
“When has he finished anything? Since I have moved here I have seen him get out of the chair two times. Maybe three!” You were eating pizza, the boxes strewn across the coffee table. The TV was on but neither of you were watching it. You laid on his back, rested comfortable between his legs.
“That’s why we hired a new secretary.”
“I’m not an officer?” He laughed again. You turned around to him, giggling. “Could you imagine me with a gun? Jim, give me your gun, let’s see how that goes.” Your laughter melded, his arm resting around your chest.
“Absolutely not.”
“Exactly. Exactly.”
You rested back down, snuggling into your spot.
“Flo said she’d figure it out so you could have a day off without being called in. But I’m sure Harrington will lose a fight or something and we’ll both be called in.”
“Damn job.”
“Damn job is right!” You grabbed his hands, messing with his knuckles. “Let’s turn on the radio.”
“Oh God.” You stood up.
“I’m done with my pizza, I wanna dance.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes I do. Try to keep up old man.” It just slipped out but you regretted saying it immediately. He didn’t show an outward reaction at first but he stood, eyebrows raised.
“I seem to be able to keep up with you pretty well.” You tried to ignore the sly smile on his face.
“Damn straight. Dance with me Hop.”
You offered your hand to him as you fumbled around the radio. He walked past you, turning it on. You scrambled away to turn off the TV when there was a knock on the door.
Both of you turned, surprised, caught off guard.
“You expecting someone?” you asked.
“No. You?”
“No sir.”
You approached the door because you were closer. He stepped in front of you, opening it up. Max was on the other side, laughing bubbling from her lips. El was standing there too.
“How did you get here?” he asked immediately. You saw Billy’s car before you saw Billy. You put your hand on Jim’s chest, pushing him back as gently as you could. It was like he could only see Billy at that moment, eyes red.
“You’re back Y/N,” Billy called, leaning against his car door. He rested his hand on the top of the vehicle.
“What the hell?” Hopper roared. He walked past the girls.
“Inside. Quickly,” you hissed to them. They listened wordlessly.
“You think it’s okay to drive my daughter around in that car? If I looked up the license of that car I would see so many tickets I could wallpaper my house!”
“You haven’t taken me up on my offer,” he said, directly to you. “Shame.”
Billy wasn’t helping his case. Not in the slightest.
“Hargrove get in your fucking car and go the fuck home,” you snarled. Billy watched your face and then finally paid Hopper a thought.
“Offer stands.” He got in his car before Hopper could beat the shit out of him. Part of you wanted to see it. When his car was gone there was a heavy silence.
“Fucking Hargrove,” he grumbled. You were both still standing out in the cold. You shivered. “Fucking Hargrove. He could’ve killed her.” He looked back at you. You were still watching where his car was. “Hey.” Your eyes snapped to him.
“Yeah. Fuck him.”
“What’s that?”
“What’s what?”
“The look on your face.”
“I don’t have a look.” His face fell a bit. He put a hand over his mouth, rubbing his beard in annoyance.
“Do you like-”
“No.” You nipped that in the bud. This was the conversation you had been dying to have.
“He’s closer to you-”
“No,” you said again. “Don’t say it. Don’t even dignify that thought with the words.” His face eased. “I love you.”
His eyes went wide again. The words hung in the air like they were being let out to dry. You felt confident in them. Even your nerves wouldn’t let you take back such a true statement.
“I don’t care about all of that. I never have.” He looked like he was searching for something. You opened your mouth to tell him he didn’t have to say it back but he was already speaking.
“I love you too,” he breathed. The words came easy once he had said them.
“Good.”
“Good,” he repeated back to you. You walked up to him, throwing your arms around him. He hugged you tightly.
“Plus,” you muttered, “he’s not my type.” He chuckled into your hair. He wanted to kiss you. He never wanted to stop kissing you. He found, for a moment, a wordless moment, he had wished Billy would’ve taken El and Max back so he could have the house just for the two of you. He swept the thought away as quickly as it had come. But having you in his arms was too intoxicating.
“I wanna listen to the radio,” you whispered. The laughter from him came louder now.
“Alright. Alright c’mon.” You repressed claps. He had his hand on the small of your back as he led you back inside.
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“She said she loves him. I can feel it in the air,” Callahan muttered. He was chewing on a donut. His eyes were small. He was concentrating.
“Entirely possible they fucked in the car,” Powell countered.
“Calvin!” Flo exclaimed.
“That could be what you’re feeling. All I’m saying!”
“He said it back,” Callahan mused, his voice far away.
“Now you’re stretching,” Powell promised. “Chief in love? Not in this lifetime.”
#jim hopper x reader#jim hopper x fem!reader#jim hopper imagines#jim hopper fanfiction#stranger things fanfiction#hopper x reader#hopper x fem!reader
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Final Essay
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐲/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝟐𝟓-𝟐𝟔 𝐲𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝)
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄/𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.
𝐖𝐂: 𝟏.𝟒𝐤
𝐀𝐍: 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫… 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭! 𝐏𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 :)
Your head hung dangerously close to the paper on the desk, your eyes focused. Lower lip pinned back by your teeth as you wrote line after line. It had been over an hour of nonstop writing as you neared the long awaited end of your final essay.
After graduating high school, you had no intention of jumping right into college. You took two years to freely enjoy your life, nothing held you down. Once you felt like enough life experiences had been had, you enrolled in a community college thirty minutes from your home town of Hawkins, Indiana.
Six years had passed since you graduated high school. You settled with a business degree and now, in your senior year, the final semester of your senior year, the finish line was within sight.
A loud, dramatic sigh was heard from directly behind you. The noise caused you to jump slightly. The intense focus you had been caught up in caused you to forget that your boyfriend, Jim Hopper, was existing in the same room.
How you ended up dating the Chief of Hawkins was a story about as complex as the multi page essay you were writing. Age gap and being a college student aside, you two were happy. Sure, it was the talk of the town when the two of you made it “official”, but it was better than hiding it forever.
The slight squeak of the Lazy Boy chair followed by Hopper’s heavy footsteps pulled you from your work. You blinked a couple times to regain focus and continued to write.
“Almost done?” Hopper asked, standing next to the table, scanning the multiple completed papers that were scattered around you.
“I think I have about two more pages.” You answered with a nod.
That was clearly not the answer Hopper wanted to hear based on the low grumble that emanated from his throat. “You really gonna get graded on all of this? Who has time to read every sentence anyway?”
“Yes, Hopper, I am. And believe me the professor will read everything. That’s why I have to make sure it’s perfect. Now shoo, I need to finish.”
You waved your right hand in dismissal. When he didn’t budge you sat back against your chair and looked up at him. His eyes were dark and slightly hooded as he gazed down at you. The expression caused your stomach to knot and cheeks to flush a rosey pink. You knew this expression. It’s one you fantasize about the most, the one you wish to always see on his face. Once Hopper had that look in his eye, there was nothing that would shake it till he got what he wanted which was you.
“Don’t look at me like that.” You answered, although that statement was far from the truth.
“Like what?” Hopper’s voice was deeper, thick with desire as he leaned his weight against the table.
“Like that. As if I don’t know what you’re thinking. I really need to get this paper done, Hop.”
There was a tense moment of silence that filled the room. You did your best to ignore the feeling of having Hopper’s eyes fixated on you as you resumed your writing. Your heart beat quickened, thinking about the things you could be doing with him if this damn paper wasn’t due in the morning.
“You’ve been working on that paper long enough. I think you need a break.” His words were like butter, smooth, rich with want and desire.
Hopper gently brushed back some of your hair as you desperately tried to focus on the paper. Eyes fixated on the blank spot next to your last written word, pencil in hand, yet you couldn’t physically get yourself to write. You had become completely distracted.
Hopper knew this. A sly smirk spread across his lips as he traced his hand along your back and down to your waist. Playing with the fabric of your shorts, he had hoped you’d give in at that point. Much to his dismay, you still had your eyes on the paper in front of you.
“I’ve been stressing over this paper for days. It’s due tomorrow, I have to finish it now.” You made one final attempt to thwart his efforts.
“You can take a little break sweetheart, I hate seeing you so stressed.” Hopper countered, hand still playing with the fabric of your shorts.
The man didn’t even need to physically come close to the space between your legs for it to start throbbing for him. Sometimes you hated how much you yearned for him.
With his desire at an all time high but earning none of your attention in return, Hopper decided to take matters into his own hands.
Placing his left hand on the back of your chair, Hopper forcefully tipped it back so you were leaning at an angle. The sudden shift in the way you sat caused you to gasp and drop your pencil. Hopper leaned down, crashing his lips against yours.
“Hop-“ you managed, the words getting swallowed by the kiss, you didn’t mind.
Your lips moved with Hopper’s with a sense of urgency and determination. His right hand drifted upward, snaking under your oversized tshirt and giving your braless chest a gentle squeeze. You hummed against his lips in response to his touch. The final essay had all but been forgotten by now.
“I think you need that break now.” Hopper muttered against your lips.
"I think you're right." you breathed.
In a sequence of quick movements fueled by searing hot passion, Hopper had you flat out on the couch as he thrusted his cock into you. You moaned into a small decorative pillow that cushioned your face.
Hopper placed one hand flat against the small of your back, pushing you down against the scratchy fabric of the old sofa. Your right leg dangled off the couch, the other leg bent, knee pressed deeply into the sofa as Hopper leaned into your lower half to drive himself deeper into your tight cavern.
"Holy shit..." you muttered, the words barely forming from the amount of pleasure that flooded your mind.
The man knew exactly the right spots to hit. Every angle and every stroke was purposeful. He knew your body literally inside and out.
"How's that baby?" Hopper asked, his voice strained slightly from breathing heavy as he continued the quick pace he set the moment he entered you.
"Amazing." you said barely above a whisper.
Hopper removed his right hand off your back, instead gripping your hair and pulling back just enough to lift your head off the pillow. The very action of him taking a fistful of your hair was nearly enough to send you completely over the edge.
"I'm sorry I didn't hear that, what did you say?" the man's voice was low, thick with desire as he spoke.
"It's fucking amazing." you said louder, a moan chasing the statement.
"That's what I thought."
You couldn't see his face but you could tell he sported a satisfied smirk on his lips.
The thought of his facial expression was quickly interrupted with the tingling sensation that rapidly built up inside you. Your legs quivered at the sensation and it caused you to suck in a large amount of air.
"Hop, I'm- I'm gonna cum." your voice wavered, the pleasure was almost too intense to speak.
Your boyfriend didn't answer. Instead, Hopper let go of your hair, placing both of his hands on the arm of the couch directly in front of you. His hips pressed against your bare ass, the position caused each stroke to now hit deeper than before.
"Hopper!" you squeaked, the peak of your orgasm being reached causing you to desperately grip his arms as your walls fluttered around his cock.
Your orgasm prompted Hopper to reach his own. The man groaned a few times as he filled you completely, taking his weight off you and sitting up slightly. The two of you panted heavily, no words were spoken for a minute. It was a mutual satisfaction over the events that had just transpired.
A sharp smack to your left ass cheek caused you to jolt slightly and giggle. Hopper pulled himself out of you and rose to his feet.
"How was that for a break from your paper?"
You turned onto your side, meeting Hopper's gaze. The eye contact caused both of you to smile at one another.
"It was just the mental break I needed, thank you." you replied.
"Go on, get back to work, just don't over exert yourself alright?" Hopper pulled his jeans back on as he spoke.
"Mmmm," you hummed, watching your boyfriend dress himself. "I think I already have."
#jim hopper oneshot#jim hopper x reader#jim hopper x fem!reader#jim hopper#jim hopper smut#jim hopper fanfic#hopper smut#hopper x fem
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How about #39 of the yandere asks, with Hopper?
39. “You can deny it all you want, but your body is telling a different story.”
This gave me Werewolf Jim Hopper vibes so I hope you're ready to be bred.
Not only NSFW but dark.
Warnings: kidnapping, noncon/ dubcon, chasing kink, breeding, werewolf Hopper, and marking (he draws blood).
Jim Hopper is already a large man standing at six feet three inches on a bad day. The mix of plush flesh and steel muscles makes anyone second guess disobedience. If that's not enough deterrent his badge will set them straight.
Humans with good instincts can tell when someone isn't completely normal. Jim Hopper is anything but normal and hasn't been for awhile. It took awhile for him to come to terms with turning. His instincts call for him to take and to hunt. Senses are sharper in human form or as his larger counterpart. Most importantly Jim's new cravings.
He couldn't stop himself from hiding you away in his cabin in the woods. He couldn't control himself when you tried to run away. You couldn't stop him when he finally had you on the forest floor.
No one could stop Jim when he shredded the clothes off your trembling body. Or when he forced a thick leg between your tired thighs. It was inevitable that he would kiss you and pry your bite swollen lips apart. Tangling his tongue to yours and flicking it into submission.
Your hands push at his strong chest while one of his own slides down. Making a home between your spread legs. A calloused finger slips over your clit to apply pressure, it hurts. And the pain mixes into pleasure that has you calling out. Your hands no longer fight him.
But you beg so prettily for him to stop, "Please! Jim! Please stop! I don't want this! I- I wanna go home!" Tears drench your hot cheeks and pool on your neck.
"You can deny it all you want, but your body is telling a different story.” Jim's lips ghost yours before trailing down to your neck. He lays a gentle kiss on your pulse point to bring your attention to his mouth. His plump lips split wide to reveal elongated canines. As he bites into your throat his finger penetrates your twitching hole.
You scream because the pain from his love bite is too much, it hurts! It hurts! God does it hurt! The pain is so severe that you think it might bleed. A normal human bite takes force a lot of force to break skin.
"Have you figured it out yet, dear?" His teeth are shiny with blood, "God- FUCK! You smell so fucking good. You're ready." It's not a question, "I'm gonna take you home, clean you up, and fuck a baby into you." He grins and kisses your swollen lips, "You'll be too full of me for a decent hunt when I'm through with you."
#jim hopper oneshot#jim hopper smut#jim hopper fanfic#jim hopper#jim hopper x reader#jim hopper x fem!reader#jim hopper x reader smut#jim hopper x y/n#jim hopper x you#chief hopper x reader#chief hopper#chief jim hopper#chief jum hopper x you#chief jim hopper x reader#werewolf#werewolf jim hopper#werewolf hopper#werewolf jim#werewolf jim hopper x you#yandere jim hopper#yandere hopper#yandere jim hopper x reader
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Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone (Part 1)
Pairing: Jim Hopper x fem!reader, Hopper POV
Summary: Reader is a secretary at the Hawkin's Sheriff's Department and Jim Hopper drives her to and from work everyday. Hopper gets worried when reader does not come out of her home, and when he finds out she is sick, he decides to take care of her. Set before the events of Season One of Stranger Things
Tropes: Jim Hopper x sick reader, mutual pining, angst, fluff, grump x sunshine, age gap (reader is fresh out of college).
Warnings: No Smut, mostly fluff, self-deprecating talk, indecisiveness, maybe some occasional cursing, Hopper is a little OOC, maybe one or two references to sex, but not explicit and only if you squint.
Word Count: 4.8k (I'm so sorry- but not really because it's great)
There is a minimal use of (y/n). Any references to the reader besides the (y/n) is done using "your" or "you."
Internal monologue is in italics.
Honestly this is my first fanfiction ever, it's kinda self-indulgent, I tried to proofread the best I could, but please BE GENTLE. If you don't like, don't read, if you do like it, you're my favorite.
ENJOY!
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Hopper's truck idles in your driveway behind the ancient sea-foam green station wagon, and has been idling for the past 10 minutes. He is starting to get worried. You always come out to his car immediately when he pulls in the driveway. Probably, he suspects, because you don’t want to keep him waiting, but what you don’t know is that he would be willing to wait forever just to see you.
Hopper taps his fingers on the steering wheel while inhaling smoke from the cigarette perched between his lips as worry pricks at his chest.
Where is she? Hopper thinks to himself.
His eyes skate over the windows and peeling white sills of the modest home looking for signs of forced entry, but the house looks relatively quiet. He can’t decide if that is worse.
All of a sudden a frizzy haired, freckled girl wearing a nurse's uniform comes tearing out of the house with a large colorful bag thrown over her shoulder. She rips open the door of the station wagon in the driveway, but then raises her gaze to glare at Hopper's car, before running to his driver’s side window.
"Hi can you possibly move out of the driveway. I'm so late for my shift-" She declares out of breath while glancing down once at the plain watch on her wrist.
Hopper studies her for a minute things not quite connecting. Marcie. He decides. You had mentioned your roommate in passing, but this was the first time that he had officially spoken to her or seen her.
"Um- sure. I'm just waiting for y/n-"
"She's not going to work today, she's got a cold." The girl waves her hand dismissively. "Sorry you must be Hopper. I'm Marcie and I'm so late, please." Marcie's eyes widen with her plea.
"Yeah sure." Hopper puts his car in reverse to clear the driveway allowing Marcie to squeal past him. Hopper momentarily smiles at her bravery for whipping out of the driveway so quickly when the chief of police is directly behind her, but then his thoughts turn back to you.
He idles in the street for a second, contemplating the situation.
I should just go to work, I should just drive away and sit at my desk and shuffle papers around- He thinks, but then he reconsiders. What if y/n needs something? Her roommate just left her there, I'm not even sure she locked the door. He raises his gaze once more to skate over the empty windows as if hoping that you will appear.
But when you don’t Hopper sighs in defeat, pulls into the driveway, and turns off the engine. He pauses again with his hand on the key where it still sits in the ignition. His thumb taps anxiously against the wheel.
You're not her boyfriend, you're her boss. Hopper takes in a lungful of smoke, watching the house once more. But a boss can check on his employees, maybe she hadn't been able to call Flo to tell her she wasn't going to be at work so I should just check in on her, because I’m really helping Flo. Hopper reasons.
He gets out of the car, before pausing with his hand on the door. What are you doing? This is definitely overstepping. The intrusive thoughts are back to prick behind his furrowed eyebrows.
The truth was he has tried to keep his distance, but now he has begun to realize how much he relies on driving you to work everyday. How much he relies on those few moments in the car before he is twisted and pulled away to his office. But then you would be there after, waiting at your desk for him to drive you home. And the look on your face every time was enough to erase the tedium of the day.
Jim eyes the front door to check if you are coming out once more.
He always felt better when you’d practically skip out of front door wearing those cute oversized sweaters and long skirts, with your hair billowing behind you in perfect curls. You would always smile at him as you walked to the car, before shyly ducking your head with flushed cheeks. And then after the shift, he always made sure that he didn't stay too late because staying late meant that you would have to wait for him. And because you were too embarrassed and polite to tell him that you were ready to leave, you would read at your desk quietly.
As cute as you looked leaning back in your desk chair utterly consumed with whatever the novel of the day is, because Hopper noticed you must be the fastest reader in the world given how many different books he'd seen you with, Hopper hated those days. Hopper hated those days because Callahan would loiter by your desk after his shift and make you laugh so loudly that it made the symphony of your voice drift into Hopper's office, quickly turning something that made his own heart jump and buckle in his chest into a consuming fire.
His hand tightens on the door frame of the car.
He hated watching Callahan ease over to your desk so carefree at the end of the night, taking the time to talk to you, flirt with you even. Callahan who didn’t have to worry about the age difference or what everyone would say if he went out with you or spent the night with you. Callahan who was younger and carefree, maybe even a perfect match to your sunshine. Jealousy burned through his entire body when he thought of Callahan taking you out to dinner, having his hand in yours as you walk to the movies, sitting side by side in a booth at a restaurant, and even after the date when Callahan would walk you to your door and you would invite him in. His jaw clenches at the thought of you with Callahan alone in your house, your room, your bed-
He thinks about getting back in the car again, turning away, and leaving.
Hopper knew that it wasn't fair. He shouldn't feel jealous, shouldn't feel the need to control your life, because it was your life, and he didn't want to ruin it. He didn't want to intrude. You were so young, so full of life, innocent, that he knew he would ruin you in the worst way. He was just an old grump, so far from your sunshine he might as well be hibernating in a cave.
But oh how he wished he could. Oh how he wished he could bask in your sunshine all the time, letting the soothing rays from your smile fill him with peace.
Hopper lay awake at night thinking of you, wishing that you had met when he was a little younger, a little less- well- Hopper. He dreamed of what it would be like to tell you and have you return the sentiment with one of those smiles that sometimes he imagined were only for him.
Hopper looked back up at the house. The thought that you were alone inside and sick, made him close the door of his car, flick away the cigarette, and tramp through the overgrown lawn. Hopper made a mental note to ask you why it wasn't cut and then tossed it away.
Boundaries mean that I’m not going to come mow her lawn one day.
He knocks once. "(y/n)?" He calls, but hears nothing. "(y/n)?" He says a little louder, knocking a few more times.
Hopper was hesitant to shout. What if you had a headache?
His hand closes on the handle and turns, it is open. He sighs in exasperation. What was Marcie thinking leaving it unlocked? Doesn’t she watch the news? There could be any number of psychos lying in wait, watching the house! Then before he can stop himself he thinks: Yeah. Like you.
The inside of the home is tidy, but lived in. The living room has a collection of threadbare chairs and a patchy colored fabric couch covered in what looked like a handmade blanket. Hopper wonders if you made it, remembering last Christmas when you made a hand-crocheted tote bag for Flo. Because that’s the kind of person you were. You gave so much of yourself out to other people, cared for them, and he believed that he was so different from you.
There’s a coffee table with several rings in front of the couch where he places his hat, tracing the circles on the wood with a fingertip.
The smell of coffee pours from the kitchen and splashes against Hopper’s nose, but he continues down the darkened hallway that leads deeper into your home.
"(Y/n)?" He says again, louder, but there is no answer. "(Y/n)?"
The last thing he wants to do is stumble into your room while you are changing and scare you to death. The thought of seeing you naked causes a pink hue to travel into his cheeks.
A low groan sounds from the hall bathroom and makes Hopper’s chest clench in worry. "(Y/n)?" He turns towards the bathroom. The lights are off inside and the door is just barely cracked. Hopper pushes open the door and flips on the switch to the right against the white tile wall.
At first he's confused, because the low groan sounds again, and then he looks down.
You’re laying under a thick blanket, curled into a small ball, halfway between the toilet and the bathtub. Your cheeks are flushed with fever, eyes closed, breath coming in shallow gasps.
"(Y/n)!" Hopper gasps dropping to his knees. "(Y/n) are you okay?" Worry tightens its cold grip around his throat.
How could your roommate leave you like this?
"Hop?" You breathe, opening up one red eye. "Hey." Your voice is no more than a raspy croak. "What are you doing here?” Each word sounds like its too much effort to finish. In fact you close your eye and shy away from the bright bathroom light that Hopper flipped on when he entered the room.
“I came to pick you up. Marcie said you had a cold.” His eyes skate over you. “The door was unlocked.” Hopper felt the need to add that last part, trying to find rationalization for why he’s here instead of telling you that he came in because he was scared.
“Sorry. She called the office-“ You begin to cough violently into the blanket, curling further into a ball.
"Shh it's okay." His hand comes down to your hair, pushing it back from where it sticks to your skin. "Are you alright?" Your forehead burns against his hand.
"Not really." You croak. "I didn’t mean to fall asleep here, but it was easier than going back and forth."
"It's alright." Hopper gently places his arms under your knees, sweeping you up against his chest in one quick move.
You sigh and turn your head into him, while your hand grips the front of his jacket that is still chilled from the wind outside with a shiver. The cold is welcome against your feverishly hot skin.
You cuddle into his jacket away from the offensive light above, making warmth radiate through Hopper's body.
"Which room?" He asks.
"Across the hall." You mutter into his shirt with another sigh.
Hopper hopes that you can't feel his heart stuttering around in his chest like a bee trying to get out of a plastic cup. He's trying not to think about how natural this feels, how wonderful it feels to hold you close and have you curled up against him. He rationalizes that your fever is probably so high that you don't realize what you’re doing, that any other time you wouldn’t dare burrow into him like this. But he can't help but imagine what it would be like for you to want him to hold you like this.
Your room is tidy, but still a little messy. Hopper smiles at the cluttered desk and stacks of paperbacks, memorizing the titles and making mental notes of those that are more worn than others, promising himself that he'll read every one if they are your favorite.
He is always on the lookout for ways to start conversations with you and Hopper figures that the war themed paperbacks he has back at home are a bit out of your comfort zone given the titles of the books on the desk.
Hopper places you down on the bed, quickly pulling the covers over you. He tries not to notice what you was wearing before, he had only ever seen you in long skirts or long pairs of pants, but now you were only wearing an oversized t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh and a pair of bright blue underwear. He ignores it, feeling the warmth of you skin beneath his palm.
"What can I do?" Hopper kneels next to the bed so you doesn’t have to look up at him.
"I'm okay, just sleepy." You whisper, cuddling into the patchwork quilt with another uncontrollable shiver.
"Okay." He brushes your hair back again before he can stop himself, enchanted by the way it feels against his hand. "I'll be right back okay?" Hopper breathes.
"Please don’t go.” You mutter moving into his touch, turning your entire body towards where he hovers just on the edge of your bed.
Hopper freezes. She didn’t mean that, she’s just sick, doesn’t know what she’s saying. He rationalizes eyes skating your figure again. He’s never seen you look so small.
When you were well, sometimes Hopper believed that you were the embodiment of the sun on earth, filled with light and warmth. Noting that your bright personality just exploded out of you constantly, but now seeing you so dim… it scares him.
“I promise I’ll be right back.” Hopper says again.
“Hmm.” You whisper as you begin to succumb to the exhaustion of the fever.
He backs out of the room, watching your sleeping figure one more time before he springs into action. Hopper walks to the bright yellow phone hanging in the wall in the kitchen and dials the station.
"Hey Flo it's the chief, how are things this morning?" He breezes looking through the kitchen cabinets and refrigerator. Hopper frowns at the dismal array of canned vegetables and moldy fruit in the ice box, but pours himself a cup of coffee.
"Hey chief. Pretty slow. Callahan went out on a call to get Mrs. Morris' cat out of a tree, but other than that it's been quiet. I meant to tell you that (y/n's) roommate called and said that (y/n) won't be in because she's not feeling too well this morning. Tried to call you before you left, but I figured I'd see you when you got in." Flo pauses. "Where are you anyway?"
"Um- something came up. Look I might not be in for a few hours. Do you think you can manage to keep things quiet?" He shifts uncomfortably. Hopper wasn't keen on everyone knowing that he was with you.
What would they say if he was here? He was aware of what the rest of the people in town said about him, but he didn't want them to say things like that about you. You deserved better.
"Sure chief."
"Alright thanks. I'll see you in a bit." He hangs up the phone standing in the kitchen for a minute while he finishes the coffee in the faded green mug. Hopper considers what he has to do, but he doesn't like it. The thought of leaving you again makes his heart twist in his chest, especially knowing how sick you are.
Not sick enough to stop smiling at him. The thought is welcome amongst the continuous admonishing from the guilt of him being there.
Hopper walks back towards your room peering in through the open door to check over your sleeping figure. Deep down he knows that he shouldn't be here, that he should just leave, but he can't. He can’t leave you when you can barely lift your head to look at him.
The phone rings on your nightstand, and as you stir, Hopper reaches for the receiver to stop the call and breaks his only rule.
"Hello?"
"Um. Hi. Who is this?" The voice on the other line is definitely a woman, decidedly older.
"Jim Hopper. Who is this?"
"This is (y/n’s) mother.”
Oh shit.
"Um hi Mrs. (y/l/n)-" Hopper's eyes go to yours which have widened in surprise.
But before he can respond any further you reach out and take the phone from Hopper’s hand.
“Hi mom." You croak. "Can I call you back?"
Hopper watches you with wide eyes as you wait a second to listen to your mother. He can only imagine what she's asking you.
"No mom, he's not my boyfriend he's my boss." Your voice rasps. Hopper's heart stutters once in his chest when you answer her.
"He's here to check on me." You try to raise your voice again, but it comes out more like a harsh whisper.
You pause.
"No I'm not sleeping with my boss mom." Your face flushes as bright red as Hopper's does. He immediately stands from the bed, realizing that he was sitting on the edge and was about to touch you again subconsciously.
"Please can I call you back. I'm really not feeling well." You sigh laying back down as if sitting up is too much work.
Hopper's brows furrow with worry once more, wishing that he hadn't answered the phone. Because even if he was ever going to date you, which he wasn't, he didn't want your mother to hate him.
"Yes I'll make the soup. I love you. Okay. Bye." You hold out the phone trying to place it on the receiver, but Hopper takes it from you. "I'm sorry." You mutter laying back down in the bed with a sigh.
"It's okay." Hopper's still bright red. "I understand."
You sigh. "She's been so worried since I moved away." You turn to cough into the blanket.
"Try not to talk." Hopper smiles. "You know, I think you talk more when you're sick."
You wheeze out a laugh. "Shut up."
"And you're definitely meaner."
You snort so hard that you begin to cough and Hopper feels bad for making you laugh, but when it's over you smile so wide at him any regret vanishes. That was why he liked you so much, because every time you smiled at him, you filled him with the warmth and brightness that you shone with every day.
He presses the back of his hand against your forehead to check your temperature. "Are you going to be okay if I leave for a bit?"
"Yeah." Your eyes are closed now, leaning into his hand. Hopper ignores how you lean into him and again tells himself it is only due to your current state.
"I promise I'll be right back."
"You don't have to-" You breathe in a low rasp.
"I'm not going to leave you like this alone." Hopper responds. "I'm just gonna run to the store-"
"You don't have to-"
"I want to." Hopper clears his throat. "Try not to die."
"I'll try my best."
*********************************************************Hopper can remember the last time he made chicken noodle soup clearly. Sara had a cold, it was before she was diagnosed and was starting to get sick more frequently. Hopper had stayed home from work with her while Diane went out and he made the chicken noodle soup recipe his grandmother had used to make him when he was sick.
As he stirs the pot on the stove the smell brings back all the memories that usually make his heart clench in his chest, but now standing here in your small kitchen, the memories are softer.
The trip to the grocery store had been quick as he practically ran up and down the aisles strategically to find everything he needed, anxious to get back to you. Hopper had stolen the house keys out of you purse to make sure that he could lock the door, rationalizing that you wouldn't need them and he'd be damned if he left the door unlocked with you being as defenseless as you were right now.
Hopper walks back towards your room. You are curled up in a ball under the covers again, looking more small and cute that he wants to acknowledge. "(y/n)." He whispers.
"Hmm." You sigh and turn to look at him. Your cheeks aren't as flushed as before, which means the Advil Hopper made you take must have brought down your fever.
"I made you some soup. I think you should eat something." He says gently.
The smile you give him, warms his heart and makes the cold muscle in his chest flutter and stutter.
"You didn't have to." You croak.
"I wanted to." He shifts his feet unsure. "Do you need help- or- um?" It wasn't that he didn't want to carry you, the memory of how it felt to carry you was fresh in his mind. It was that he wanted to make sure that it was okay for him to touch you again
"Please." Your cheeks flush all over again as he picks you up and carries you out to the kitchen table, sitting you up in a chair before draping the homemade blanket around your shoulders to cover your shivering body.
He quickly moves to the stove dipping out a portion of soup into one of the flowery bowls from the cabinet before placing it in front of you.
You smile into the steam, letting the heat open up your lungs. "Thank you."
Hopper sits across from you at the kitchen table watching you eat it slowly, another mug full of coffee sitting in front of him on one of the cheerful flower printed placemats. He still can't bring himself to leave because he's worried about what would happen if he left. You could barely walk to the bathroom without help- maybe you might even need to go to the hospital.
The thought of taking you to the hospital filled him with dread, a whole slew of memories there that he didn't want to relive.
"This is really good." You smile at him from across the table. Your voice is less hoarse than it was a few moments ago, but still barely audible. "You didn't have to make soup. I could have ordered some from Sullivan's on the corner." You cough violently into a napkin before blowing your nose again.
"It's okay. I just wanted to make sure that you were-" He stops unsure if he should continue. "Well if you were okay."
"Oh. Well it's very nice of you. I'm sorry that Marcie didn't call."
"I'm not." Hopper responds before he can stop himself. "I'm glad that I came by." His cheeks flush with his confession.
"I am too." Your cheeks are as red as his before you duck down to look back at your soup. "Though I don't want you to get sick too."
Hopper shrugs. "I'm sure it'll be fine."
He watches you finish up the rest of the soup. She's beautiful even when she's like this. Hopper looks at your face, noting you red cheeks and nose. Even covered in snot and flushed with fever, she's absolutely beautiful.
"Did you want to go back to bed?" Hopper asks when you take the last bite of chicken noodle soup.
"No I think I'll lay on the couch for a bit-"
He immediately moves to pick you up from the wooden chair and helps you over to the threadbare couch, laying the blanket over you before he can focus too much on your uncovered legs. "Thank you."
"Yeah-" His voice has deepened a bit, trying not to dwell on how wonderful it felt to have you in his arms again.
"There should be some tapes in those cabinets.” You gesture to the cabinets under the tv in the corner. “Did you want to stay and watch a movie?” You immediately freeze. You hadn’t meant to ask it, but here he was taking care of you making sure you were okay. You didn’t want him to go, despite his constant internal monologue convincing him otherwise. “Or if you have to go back to work that’s fine.” You back track.
“Um- well.” Hopper considers leaving again. He thinks that he’s overstated his welcome, knows that he is doing more than he should especially more than a boss would do for his employee. His eyes skate over your small figure curled up under the blanket. “I don’t think it would hurt to watch a movie. I think that Flo can manage the department for a few hours without me.”
You try to hide your excitement as he picks out one of the tapes and pops it into the VCR.
Now came the ultimate question: where should he sit? Regularly when Hopper was trying to woo someone he would sit next to them, throw his arm across their shoulders so they would lean into him- but he didn’t want to do that to you… well, he knew he SHOULDN’T want to do that to you. So he forced himself into the lazy boy arm chair that sat about 7 inches from where you were laying your head on the couch as the movie began. You bunch up one of the couch cushions under you head, trying to prop yourself up as the movie began. Hopper reached over before he could stop himself and helped you adjust the pillow.
Your eyes meet his as a small smile graces your lips. He holds your gaze, trying to gauge how you feel about him- tries to read your mind to see if you wish that he'd just leave, that this is weird and he needs to go.
But there's nothing. He forces himself to look away from your gaze and back towards the tv trying to stop the warm feeling that rises in his chest.
Don't do this to yourself. She's just being nice because you made her soup, asking you to stay means nothing.
Within a few moments you were asleep again and that meant that Hopper didn’t have to feel bad about glancing over at you occasionally. His fingertips itch to push back the hair that's fallen into your face, but instead he puts them on the arms of the chair, relaxing back.
And within moments, Hopper falls asleep.
He wakes up when Marcie kicks open the front door at 8 pm after her shift, practically falling into the living room in her haste. Hopper jumps up from the chair startled.
"Oh hi." Marcie does a double take. "I didn't know you were going to stay here."
"No I wasn't-" Hopper clears his throat awkwardly. "I just-"
"He came to check on me Mar." You croak sitting up. "It's okay."
"Oh well." Marcie eyes him up and down. "I'm just gonna take a shower." Marcie continues to frown. "And I keep my pepper spray in there-"
"Marcie!" You exclaim as loud as you can without hurting your voice, but she doesn't look sorry.
Hopper nods awkwardly as she saunters from the room, his cheeks flushing bright red. He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but the rhythmic sound of your breathing had lulled him into a deeper sleep than he was accustomed to. In fact he couldn't remember a time recently in which he had slept so soundly.
"Well I guess I should go." He rubs the back of his neck.
"Yeah. I'm sorry she's just always in a hurry and she doesn't have a filter." You sigh, hearing the shower begin to run. "It takes a bit to get used to her."
Hopper notices that your voice sounds less hoarse than it did when you fell asleep.
"It's okay." He waits another beat, because despite Marcie's sudden intrusion, he wishes that he could stay- but he knows better. "I'll give you a call tomorrow, see if you need a ride to work."
"Yeah I hope I'll feel a bit better." You begin to rise from the couch, but stumble forward and Hopper catches you against his chest in an awkward hug.
"You've got to be more careful." He breathes into the top of your head, holding you tightly against him.
"Hmm." You sigh, holding on to him just as tight. "Thank you Jim."
Hopper freezes. It's the first time you've ever said his first name, and it makes something inside his chest break open. It sounds so perfect coming from your lips that he wishes you would say it again. "You're welcome (y/n)."
Your arms are wrapped around him in a full hug by now, nuzzling your face into his chest- but just like that Hopper snaps out of it.
She doesn't want you, she's just being friendly, like (y/n) is all the time. Plus she's sick today, not thinking straight. The thought makes him sober up.
Hopper extricates your arms from around him rather abruptly, leaving your head reeling, and helps you back onto the couch. "Well goodnight."
"Goodnight." You smile, but it's tight lipped and for good reason. You have no idea what you did to make him suddenly so cold.
And the entire ride home from y/n's house, Hopper refuses to believe you were disappointed when he left.
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Thank you so much for reading! Part 2 will be posted soon!
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need need NEED more hop x reader w el they are the CUTEST
“So she’s coming?” El asks.
Hopper pushes a glass of orange juice in her direction. “Mm-hm.”
“And she wants to see me.”
“Yeah, kid, she wants to see you.”
Eleven’s hair curls just under her ears. Hopper hadn’t suspected her hair would be curly once it began to grow, but it waves gently, and tighter the longer it becomes. He doesn’t know how to take care of it. He only just taught her how to use shampoo and conditioner without leaving all the suds in.
She scratches it. “What are you looking at?”
“Nothing.” He ruffles her hair. “Eat your breakfast. You can get changed when you’re done. You need me to help you find something?”
“No. I like choosing.”
Hopper knows. She isn’t good at matching yet, but she’ll get there.
She eats her breakfast too quickly, doesn’t drink her juice, and doesn’t put her plate in the sink before she goes, but Hopper doesn’t bother getting mad. He’s trying to be less moody. He’s also trying to be understanding; she’s learning to be a normal kid. Most normal kids are slobs.
“Can we have dessert?” El shouts from her room.
“You can have a snack later.”
“Please?”
“You can have some chips once you get dressed. Are you still hungry, or–?”
“Snacks,” she says, turning on her radio.
Hopper nods, laughing to himself when there’s a knock at the door. He’s been waiting to see you all weekend, and he walks to the door with a terrible smugness about him to let you in.
“Hello,” he says, wedging the creaky frame open with his shoe.
“Hi, handsome.” You look up into his eyes, fresh-faced like you’ve had a good scrub and dressed for a day in the house in cuffless sweatpants and a hoodie he thinks might be his. “Wow, nice shirt, hotshot. What is that? The Hawkins Police Department fun run of eighty two? That’s vintage.”
He leans down to kiss you hello.
“Oh, hi,” you flirt.
You’re confident when you know you’re loved, he’s found. Still the homespun woman he knew you to be, but affectionate once you’re comfortable. He smiles into your mouth and pulls you tight to his chest, lifting you off of your feet for a millisecond before placing you back down.
“Where’s my girl?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says.
“El?” you call. You slide around him to find her but turn back, “Did you ask her about the hugging?”
“She says it’s fine.”
“Like, she wants to?”
It had been a strange conversation. Hopper is used to telling El things, or being told things by her. He didn’t ask her what she likes for breakfast, he just kept guessing until he found the right stuff. She never asked him if she could sit in his side during movies, she just inched closer until he put his arm around her.
“She wants to,” Hopper says. She’d seemed perturbed by the question, sure, but it ended with her happy little smile through a handful of popcorn.
“El?” you call again.
“Kid! Your best friend is here!” Hopper shouts.
Thunder from her bedroom, a door swung open and slapping the wall. “Y/N?” she asks, the skirt of her dress swinging as she pauses in the doorway.
You smile and step forward. You’re tentative but excited all the same, laughing as you wrap your arms around her shoulders, and pat her back. “Hi, beautiful.”
“Where have you been? It’s two weeks.”
“Yeah? I didn’t mean to not see you for so long, I’m sorry.”
“Hop says you have lots to do.”
“There’s a leak in my bathroom,” you take her by the shoulders. “Aw, this is nice. When’d you get this? It’s light and summery.”
“Hop… from a catalogue.”
You raise your brows at him, grinning. “That’s nice. How many did you get?”
“We got five.”
“Five! From the catalogue!” You hold her hand. “Hop must really like you, huh? Who can blame him?”
El looks down at your joined hands. Hopper feels his skeptic heart softening. “He likes you, too.”
“But do we like him?” you joke, letting go of her hand to put your arm behind her back instead. You give Hopper a look.
“What?” he asks.
“I was thinking we’d go out for milkshakes?”
Hopper bites his tongue. El has a birth certificate now, she’s his daughter, she can’t be taken, but going out with her into the world draws stares and derision alike. People can tell she’s abnormal, and he can’t stand that. She doesn’t deserve to be gawked at for talking a little slowly, or messing with stuff she doesn’t understand.
But he doesn’t want her feeling punished for those things either.
“Get your jacket, El.” She beams, rushing for her room. “She’s gonna love the jukebox,” Hopper says.
You meander back into his arms, kissing his stubbly cheek. He pretends to nudge you away.
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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI
Perv!Dark!Jim Hopper x fem!reader • Jealousy, angst, posessive Hopper • Hopper has a corruption kink and some dark fantasies about reader
PART TWO
Chief Jim Hopper knew he had a problem; several, in fact. There was his moderate abuse of alcohol which bordered on severe, especially under times of heightened stress (which to be fair, seemed like most of the time these days). Then there was his pill addiction, the ones he found himself leaning on throughout the day when the effects of the previous night’s alcohol had worn off. But the problem Hopper had that bothered him the most, perhaps, was the one that involved YOU…
He was absolutely, unequivocally in lust with you. Every time Hopper saw you, the limited bit of feminism he’d learned over the years flew right out the window. He wanted you, and not in a pretty way, or any way that implied romance, flowers, dating, none of that. He wanted you carnally, in a way that almost frightened him because of the strength behind it.
Hopper knew he could control himself, at least physically. He wasn’t worried about that, wasn’t concerned that he’d hurt you. But mentally…he was out of control. The fantasies that filled his mind involving you were beyond pornographic; they were sinful. Everything sweet about you, everything pure, Hopper wanted to corrupt.
As the station’s new secretary, he saw you daily, heard your voice chatting on the phone and with your co-workers. And fuck, how he wanted you. He wanted to know if your pretty face would still look so sweet, so innocent, with his cum running down it? How distorted would your sweet voice sound with his cock rammed down your throat? Would you still be smiling if his hands were in your hair, yanking it backwards as he stretched your asshole beyond its capacity to take him?
Hopper knew he was sick. And sometimes, when he was alone and drunk, or high, he didn’t fucking care that he was sick. He didn’t mind being a monster, in those moments with his hand around his cock, lying on his back with his eyes closed, imagining your mouth around him instead. Servicing him, seducing him, your pretty eyes on his and only him.
He was your boss, after all. Your superior in every way. How Hopper wished he could take advantage of that superiority, to abuse his position of power as thoroughly as he longed to abuse your throat. It was all fantasy, of course, and therefore safe. A secret indulgence that Hopper took little pride in during sobriety, but that he found himself a slave to when intoxicated. Even at the station, he’d have no choice but to relieve himself in the privacy of his office.
Hearing your voice just outside his door, knowing what you were wearing as he’d seen you when he entered the station that morning, Hopper would lock his door and have his pants undone before he got back to his chair. He’d loosen the top buttons of his shirt, sit back and stroke himself to the sound of your voice beyond the door, hanging on your words, the gentle trill of your laughter. He’d imagine how pretty your moans would sound as he took you from behind, how sweetly you’d whimper as he pumped his cum inside you, then licked you clean.
Hopper would reach for whatever was nearby, usually his emptied coffee cup from that morning, and ejaculate into it. And what a poor substitute for your mouth it was, he’d think, breathless and leaning fully back in his chair, cock still leaking and twitching in his hand. He’d always toss the cup into the trash can and clean himself up, so no one suspected a thing. No one else at the station was aware of his perversions, and that’s how Hopper wanted it to be. He knew that if his secret got out, it would ruin his already faltering reputation within the community. Hawkins was his hometown, and had generally been sympathetic considering his past trauma and choice to return home after the death of his daughter. But this? Combined with the rumors of Hopper’s substance abuse, the fact that he was lusting after the new secretary at least ten years his junior would likely solidify his reputation as a degenerate and render him unfit for duty.
Hopper was lonely, very lonely. It had been months since he’d last had a woman, and even then, it was so casual and boring that it meant nothing to him. He hadn’t even wanted her, truthfully; she was just a wet, willing mouth to suck him off, parked behind The Hideaway bar downtown after they’d both indulged in far too many beers. She’d swallowed his cum, he’d fingered her in the front seat to climax, and that was the end of it. She’d left his car for her own, parked a few feet away, and they’d never seen each other since. She’d tried to get his attention in the weeks after, but Hopper wasn’t interested.
Because a week later, you’d come to work at the station, and Hopper’s world (at least, his internal world) had been flipped upside down. He’d never been more attracted to anyone in his life, never felt such an instinctive, primal yearning for a woman who he literally knew almost nothing about. But really, Hopper would ask himself, did he need to know more? He could see everything he wanted to take from you, from just one look in your direction. That body…those soft pink lips that would look even softer with his cum dripping out of them…Your eyes, beautiful eyes that he needed to see rolled back while gagging on his cock…
Hopper was reaching a breaking point, he feared. Although he knew he’d never hurt you, he needed to. He needed to know what you felt like around his dick, what sounds you’d make taking him. He wondered if you’d ever been with a man as big as him before? Hopper knew he was hung, at least three inches above the average man’s size. He was thick too, and he knew from experience that women appreciate a cock with not only length but girth as well. He knew he could pease you, could do things to your body that no other man ever had, if only you’d allow him. If only, if only, if only…
Hopper was drowning in ‘if only’s.’ One way or another, he would have you. The first step , he decided, was to approach you as a colleague. Not as your boss, necessarily, even though that’s what he was. He needed to be subtle about his approach, so as not to come across as abusing his position of power over you. This needed to go down smoothly, softly, a calculated plan of action that Hopper was dedicated to seeing through, from the beginning to where it ended with his cock buried inside you…
He planned to approach you at the station’s annual ‘Spring Fling,’ a community fundraising event for local charities held every year on the second Saturday in April. Hopper chose this event because it was outside of work, yet as an employee of the Hawkins P.D. you were sure to be there. The days leading up to the Spring Fling were the hardest for Hopper, both figuratively and literally. He’d never had to masturbate so often in his life, finding himself painfully hard through most of the work day just being near you. Thank god for the privacy of his office and the lock on its door. Hopper had begun taking extra coffee in the morning with the excuse that he was more tied than usual, with the actual intent of dumping the coffee out and using the empty cups to cum inside.
He groomed himself as usual the morning of the event, taking slightly longer to adjust himself in the mirror before leaving his trailer. Hopper had been a little self conscious about his weight in recent years, but he was tall and knew that his height worked as an advantage for him. Straightening in the mirror, pressing his shoulders back, he met his eyes in his reflection, their deep, intense blue. He was ready.
Hopper planned to make casual, friendly conversation with you, before inviting you to dinner. He’d control his body as best he could, force his eyes not to wander from your eyes to anywhere besides your lips, perhaps, and even then, for the briefest of moments. He needed to seal this deal, to secure your trust (although as Chief of Police and your employer, he was reasonably sure he already had it). No need to get ahead of himself, however, Hopper remembered. It was better to assume you had at least a neutral opinion of him before proceeding, rather than expect your automatic approval.
When he arrived at the Spring Fling, Hopper was surprised to see how just many people had turned out. The event usually drew a big crowd, but the majority of Hawkins seemed to be there this year. It was promising for the charities hoping to earn donations that day, but made Hopper’s effort to spot you in the crowd more difficult. He met up with officers Callahan and Powell, and lingered with them near the stage set up for music to be performed later, hoping that perhaps the trio of them would catch your eye and prompt you to say hello.
When Hopper did see you, he was awestruck. You were, to him, like something divine: an angel dressed in white, your long skirt moving gently in the light April breeze, the neckline low enough to display your breasts but modest enough to keep his mind actively wondering for more. Your hair was pinned up by bright yellow ribbons, tied together at the back of your head to create what looked to Hopper like the crown a princess in a fairytale might wear.
You were so effortlessly elegant, so perfectly innocent, moving through the crowd completely unaware of the effect you were having on Hopper, and likely most of the other men in attendance. Hopper opened his lips to speak as you approached, but was stopped short when he noticed the young man walking alongside you. Hopper hadn’t seen him before, had been so lost in the sight of you that anyone else near you had faded into the background of his vision, blurred by your presence.
The young man smiled and placed his arm around your waist, as if to claim you. Hopper’s jaw tightened; he’d seen this man before. Up close, he was barely a man at all, at least as Hopper perceived. This was a boy, in his early twenties Hopper assumed. Hopper wondered what this boy was doing for you, what he was doing to you, knowing full well that he could do it so much better, regardless of how good this boy was in bed-
“Chief!” you said brightly, pulling Hopper from his vindictive string of thoughts. “It’s so good to see you! I can’t believe this many people showed up today, isn’t it great?”
Hopper forced a polite smile onto his face.
“Yeah,” he replied. “I’m glad to see such a big turnout.” Hopper’s eyes narrowed slightly at the man with his arm around your waist. “You look beautiful, (y/n),” he said, and you smiled, cheeks going slightly pink. Because of course they did. Of course you blushed easily, because you were so sweet, so soft. And it made Hopper want to absolutely ruin you…
“Who’s your friend?” he asked, his tone slightly sharper than he’d intended. You smiled and looked up at the (admittedly handsome, Hopper conceded) man beside you. “This is Steve, my boyfriend,” you replied, your cheeks going pinker. The young man extended his hand to Hopper for a friendly shake. “Steve Harrington,” he said, his big brown eyes full of a joy that Hopper had only dreamed of ever experiencing. “My mom runs one of the charities participating here today, right over-.” He pointed awkwardly past Hopper, who didn’t bother to look, chuckling slightly. “-Over there,” Steve continued, adding “it’s good to meet you, Chief.”
Hopper studied the boy a moment longer, committing to memory all of the details about him he’d have to pick apart and analyze later. “Likewise,” Hopper lied, taking Steve’s hand and squeezing harder than he needed. Steve’s eyebrows rose but his smile remained polite. “Well uh, (y/n) tells me a lot about her new job,” Steve said, his tone pleasant as ever. Hopper’s eyes shifted back to you. “Does she?” he asked, and you smiled up at Steve.
“I tell him what I can,” you teased. “But not all the details; I can’t give away too much information about everything that goes on at the station-.” You playfully patted Hopper’s arm, and he swallowed. “-You know,” you continued. “Official police business and all that…”
Hopper knew you only were being friendly, but his paranoia made him wonder exactly how much you knew about what went on at the station? Specifically, his daily masturbation when you were just outside his door? Hopper forced the possibility away, refusing to entertain it. If you knew about it, you probably wouldn’t be so friendly towards him right now, or anytime for that matter. You’d probably think your boss was a pervert (and that’s exactly what Hopper knew he was) never speaking to him again unless you had to. You were too sweet, too innocent, to ever condone such carnal, almost animalistic behavior from a man, surely. At least, that’s what Hopper had always assumed. It’s why he wanted to test how far he could soil such a pretty little flower, to pluck every petal and see what you were capable of underneath?
“Only good things,” Steve assured Hopper. He nodded politely. “Well that’s good to hear,” Hopper said, but he wasn’t looking at Steve; he was looking at you. “(Y/N) is a real asset to the station. We’re lucky to have her.”
Steve smiled down at you warmly. “Me too,” he murmured, and you leaned into each other for a quick kiss. Hopper felt his blood boiling.
You noticed the odd look on the Chief’s face, and felt slightly embarrassed. Even though you weren’t at work, and in a casual setting, you worried maybe it was still unprofessional to give your boyfriend a kiss in this situation? In front of your boss? You were still learning the proper decorum for working at the station, and you hoped your innocent display with Steve hadn’t rubbed Hopper the wrong way. The last thing you wanted to be was unprofessional.
To lighten the mood, you decided to attempt a joke. “I think,” you told Steve, glancing from him to Hopper. “The reason the Chief likes me is because I get him those extra cups of coffee right away every time he asks for them.”
Hopper couldn’t help it; his eyes widened slightly. You were giggling, probably oblivious to the actual weight of what you’d said, but…Hopper’s paranoia lurched in his stomach. What if…what if you did know? He scanned your eyes for any sign of hidden meaning, for any indication that you were on to his behavior behind the office door. But all Hopper saw in your eyes was, as usual, a beautiful innocence that lay waiting to be corrupted…
Steve chimed in with “I’ll bet you need every last drop too, huh Chief?”
Hopper frowned at him, not understanding for a moment before he realized Steve was talking about coffee. “With your job, being so stressful, I mean.”
Hopper nodded, realizing that his dislike of Steve Harrington was rapidly shifting to hatred. “Yeah, it’s a job alright,” Hopper muttered in Steve’s direction, still avoiding looking at him.
You noticed a friend of your and Steve’s a few feet away, and waved to them. Steve saw them as well, and you both took a step in their direction. “Gotta go, boss,” you smiled warmly at Hopper. “See you Monday morning.”
Hopper grinned tightly, glancing very briefly at Steve when the younger man took his hand again. “Pleasure to meet ya, Chief,” Steve told him. Hopper didn’t return the sentiment.
The rest of the event dragged on for Hopper monotonously. Although he tried his best to avoid seeking you out in the crowd, he still found himself looking for the yellow ribbons adorning your hair, and the white dress that drifted so gently in the breeze. It was a welcome distraction in a way, having so many people around, speaking to him even though he had no interest in them or their conversation. There was only one person in the crowd that he cared about; and now, he knew that having you would be more of a challenge than ever.
Hopper felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned. He was looking at a woman, and it took him a solid thirty seconds to recognize that she was the woman he’d fucked in his car months ago. “Hello there, Sherrif,” she said with an overly flirtatious drawl, her voice and demeanor reeking of desperation. She slid her hand down Hopper’s arm, and he watched it, noting the harsh, tacky shade of her nail polish. He knew that you would never wear such a color. You kept your nails neat and pretty, painted in soft pastels like the flowers in your hair.
Hopper hated this woman’s hand on him. He hated the way her neon pink lipstick had transferred onto her teeth as she smiled up at him, waiting for validation. Hopper wondered how long it would take to wash that disgusting pink lipstick off his dick later? He smiled back at the woman, watching her light up at his attention, that he remembered her. There was nothing in this for Hopper, he realized, besides a quick fix to a problem only your body, your mouth, could solve for him.
He looked past the woman briefly just in time to see you and Steve leaving the event together, hardly able to keep your hands off each other. It was all the motivation Hopper needed to make yet another bad decision; and so he took the woman’s hand in his, and asked her a question he already knew the answer to: “What’re you doing tonight?”
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my old masterlist was getting a little too long for my liking so i've condensed everything a bit. welcome to the new masterlist!
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Jim jopper as the readers boyfriend, give us your hopper bf head canons. Sfw and nsfw is fine, this would be soo cute thanks!! X
my first time writing headcanons so this is kinda shitty but i hope you like it <3
cw: fem!reader, age gap, below the cut mentions of; d/s relationship, praise kink, oral sex (fem!receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex, degradation kink, name-calling(slut), lmk if i missed anything!
he definitely wouldn't make the first move cus this man has struggled a lot and yknow all those "im the curse" moods he's been in.
you'd be bringing coffee to his office in the mornings, excusing the department was on your way, or taking eggos for el cus jim is so busy with keeping the town safe and you want to help them with the least you could do <3
Jim would deny his feelings for you for as long as he could do and try to avoid you but it's not that possible when you keep popping at his door at the unexpected moments.
though when you finally start your relationship, with your endless efforts of course, he's all over you.
always keeping an arm around your waist, on your shoulders or just casually twirling his hand between your hair.
and we can't deny that he'd be a little possessive about you. like even for the smallest things. like you didn't wear your raincoat on a rainy day? congratulations, you won a grumbling, pouty hopper about how you could get sick at this weather while he puts his jacket over your shoulders.
would he be jealous when others stare at you two? yes, but he also would like that a lot. tightening his grip on your waist as you walked, placing a kiss on your shoulder, hiding his smirk behind that.
but if someone bothers you at a bar for example? that person is dead.
his favourite thing to do with you in the evenings is snuggling on his couch and watching some cheap-ass movies you rented.
his other favourite things are under the cut and NSFW, so no minors.
there's not a single time you could see the end of the movie, either you or hopper gets bored of the movie and you end up making out on the couch.
he lifts you by the waist and you're straddling his hips, hands clawing on his shirt covered broad chest as his tongue lap at your mouth. and you're already panting from arousal, hips jerking against his.
he'd chuckle against your mouth, noticing your growing neediness for him and you're hiding your face on his neck.
he flips you over so you're under him, continuing his attacks on your neck as he pampers you with praises.
when you're in his bedroom this man worships you.
he has you laid back in his bed, spreading your legs with his tight grip on the fats of your thighs as he eats you out like a starved man. when he's done with you, you'll probably have beard burn insides of your thighs
but he's a gentleman, he wouldn't fuck you before preparing you properly. you have to be ready to take him and enjoy every second with him.
have i said praise kink? yeah he fucking loves coddling you with praises as his cock buried deep inside you and your face flushing with his every word as if you weren't doing all the nasty shit with him.
though when he's frustrated or angry he'd be very degrading too. like - ughhh
he has your head flushed against the pillows, ass in the air, cock buried deep inside your pussy as you cry in overstimulation (again im saying this man loves overstimulation) and his calloused fingers digs at the flesh of your ass, "like that, huh? you like when treat you like the whore you are - nuh uh uh, don't shake your head darling. i can feel you squeezing me like vice, creaming on my cock. my little slut."
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You should mess with Jim - 5
Summary: You woke up in his bed, by yourself, to find Big Jim cooking you breakfast. Then you have sex.
A/N: I don't even know, they took control. The next part will be the continuation of their sweet encounter, I promise! <3 Hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please tell me hahahahah <3
Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader
CW: Oral, M receiving.
Jim woke up in the early morning, feeling warm, feeling different. It took a while for him to recognize the warmth at his back as you.
He was the little spoon, for the first time ever.
He smiled, your arm heavy around his body, your hand possessively sprawled over his chest. He didn’t know what you were dreaming of, but you were draped around him, hugging him tight.
He chuckled softly, and you nuzzled his back in your sleep, grumbling.
Jim waited until your arms relaxed and scooted out of bed.
For a moment, he watched you sleep and thought of his choices. How his fear of commitment made him settle into a lifestyle without companionship.
He did talk about his work, and while you’re a fan, you didn’t mention it. You look at him with lust, but it’s… different. You even said he is gorgeous.
Jim sighed and pulled his pajama pants off, moving into the shower.
He tried not to think about the girlfriends he tried to have, and all the times they tried to make him stop working, and wouldn’t understand that he couldn’t. Jim didn’t think he could have another work, he couldn’t be a part of society anymore… He had been in porn for too long. It didn’t matter anyway, the first flick marked you forever.
What he did set him apart from other people; what he did was dirty. Improper. People looked at him differently the moment they knew. They treated him differently.
Jim dried himself off, then went back to the bedroom, naked. He smiled at your sleeping form and got a pair of shorts. Breakfast.
You would need the energy to deal with him, he was hungry.
For food too.
He moved to the kitchen, deciding to wake you up once he had breakfast ready. But sometime while he was frying some bacon, he felt your arms around his chest. You hummed, pressing your cheek against his back.
“Good morning, sweets.” He rumbled, turning to hug you tight. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah,” You nuzzled him and kissed his cheeks. “So comfortable…”
“The bed?” Jim asked, turning to the frying pan.
“And you. Damn, you’re comfortable.” You chuckled, sitting at the table. Jim smiled to himself as he started serving the plates. “I had the best dreams. I dreamed I was hugging a huge teddy bear.”
“Oooh, that’s probably why I woke as the little spoon.” He teased, putting some bacon and eggs in front of you. “Don’t blush! I liked it. There’s always a first for everything.”
“Jim!” You whined, covering your face with your hands. He felt this need to just carry you back to bed and ravish you, but… He was somewhat of a gentleman. You giggled, the sound making him feel warm. “Oh, god, did I really make you the little spoon?”
“Uhum.” Jim nodded and sat in front of you, after pouring coffee for both of you. “You were holding me so tight. Did someone want to steal the bear in your dream?”
You stared at him, shocked. He laughed, delighted.
“I hope you don’t make it a habit,” Jim said, starting to eat. “I actually like being the big spoon.”
Jim watched as you quickly focused on the food, the mere suggestion of continued intimacy making you skittish. Made him want to hunt you, chase you until you’re under his body, screaming in pleasure. Soon enough.
He made you eat and offered a shower, which you accepted eagerly. Jim moved to the bedroom, laying back on the bed, petting his belly, his cock hardening in expectation. He took his shorts off and threw them off the bed almost as an afterthought.
You looked almost shy at his bedroom door, wrapped in a towel. You looked a bit insecure, shuffling your feet.
“C’mere, sweetie.” He patted the bed. “Lose the towel.”
You walked slowly toward the bed, then stopped right beside it and dropped the towel
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Jim said softly, grabbing his cock and squeezing himself. “I can’t wait to touch you. C’mon, don’t make me wait.”
He sounded almost desperate, pleading. You smiled to yourself, blushing, and climbed on the bed hiding your face on his chest.
“I keep thinking of all the beautiful women you…” You muttered against his chest, feeling him shift, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you close.
“I’m not sure they were attracted to me.” He interrupted, and you could feel his breath on your hair. “Hell, I wasn’t attracted to them sometimes. It’s work, we’re hired to give other people pleasure. This is different.”
Jim placed his thigh between yours, pressing your lower back, so you can grind against him.
“I want you.” He said, looking into your eyes, and grabbing your hips, pushing you down against his thigh. “I want you so much.”
You whimpered, kissing his neck, his chin, his cheek.
“I can’t believe I have you here… I’m touching you…” You moaned, your hands on his shoulders. “You’re like a fantasy come true. So gorgeous.”
He watched you, smiling, your eyes wide, glinting as you felt his chest, squeezing his pecs, his biceps. He felt your hands and lips over his skin, sliding, pressing; you were worshipping him.
Jim blushed, as you caressed and kissed his skin. You were like a fluttering presence over and around him, your skin, soft, brushing as you moved. Your lips dried with every kiss, then you paused, licked your lips, and there was the seductive slippery moisture back. He grunted, caressing your skin where he could reach as you squirmed over him.
You moved down his body, your hands open over his belly. He felt a bit self-conscious… Jim knew he wasn’t in the best shape. His mind flashed briefly with shame, with the thought he should be more like his coworkers, muscular and lean, but he caught you looking up at him, with a bright smile, your eyes unfocused. You looked so… Happy.
“Sweetie…” He sounded almost like a warning. Your hands moved to his hips, grabbing, his cock resting against his belly, leaking a puddle of precome.
“That’s how I know you’re enjoying this.” You said, holding his cock gently and raising it with your fingertips delicately, licking the precome from his belly.
“Hmmm?” He grunted, confused. You could feel his cock pulsing, you could see it flowing from him abundantly; it made your mouth water. His blue eyes were focused on your lips, as you licked them. “Jesus, woman…”
You blushed, shyly giggling. You looked like you were hiding something, and he wanted to know. He needed to know everything about you, he needed to consume you. He took a deep breath.
“What?” The question sounded like an order, one impossible to resist or ignore. You whined, hiding your face. His hand cradled your head, palm pressing up, raising your face to look at him. “Tell me.”
“I noticed on the videos… When you’re enjoying yourself, your cock gets so hard, and pulses…” You grabbed the base of his cock firmly and slid your hand up; he was all slippery. “So much precome… The wetter it is, the more aroused you are. It makes my mouth water.”
“You noticed…” Jim looked at you in wonder. It seemed such a small detail to notice, something that would need some mindful observation over a continued amount of time. It filled him with some indistinctive form of joy, the idea that you got off on his pleasure, that you kept watching him, and watching, to the point you noticed some particular detail. He kept looking down, eyes wide, mouth half open, as you suckled on the head, soft grunts escaping from his mouth.
You hummed, sucking greedily on him, and part of him felt sad there wasn’t a camera there to capture the beauty of your pleasured expression. He knew the camera would only capture a fraction of it, but he couldn’t rely on his mind only to retain that image. You looked up and he growled, tugging on your hair.
“Enough.” He gruffed, trying to pull you from him, but you just sucked harder, grabbing his hips. “Fuck, sweetie, you keep this, and I… Jesus fucking Christ, woman, I’ll come. I won’t be able to…” He trailed off into a moan.
You didn’t release him, instead, you sucked harder, one hand tight against the base, unwilling to let go. You kept sliding more of him into your mouth, hungrily. He moaned, his eyes closing, his body tense and tight, one hand grabbing at your hair, the other at your arm.
Jim looked down at you, his eyes half-lidded, grunting. He held your head with both hands and thrust up eagerly but gently, he didn’t want to hurt you or make you gag.
You whined, swallowing around him, your eyes glinting with unshed tears.
“So good to me…” He moaned. “Gonna make me come, sweetie.” A grunt cut his train of thought, and he needed a couple of moments to wade through the pleasure. “Gonna fill your beautiful, slutty mouth.”
You swallowed as he came, in thick spurts, his shaft pulsing violently against your tight lips. He moaned and grunted, as he thrust up until it became almost too sensitive. Jim hissed; you tried to pull away, but he held your head, gently.
“No, no, no…” He petted your cheek. “Suck me dry, baby.” His voice sounded strained, and he moaned. “Swallow it all.”
Jim released your head, his soft cock slipping through your lips. He combed your hair gently, as he pulled you up to rest on his chest. He breathed deeply, petting your back.
“Give me one second to catch my breath.” His eyes fluttered close, a wide smile taking his face. You giggled, nuzzling him.
“Enjoy. You can use your mouth and your fingers to… retribute soon.” You chuckled, petting his chest.
“I’ll need a bit more to recover my wits so I can answer.” He chuckled, squeezing your body against his.
“You’re looking giddy.” Jim softly said after a while, with an amused tone of voice. You couldn’t help but feel giddy, his pleasure was visible and obvious.
“It’s good to see you come, but it’s even better to feel it, to hear it.” You said, blushing. “I’m proud I did that.”
“You should be.” He squinted at you, smiling, and you burst into laughter. “Really. A huge part of my job is keeping my cool until they get all the angles, and…”
You pressed your face against his side and bit him lightly.
“Ow.” Jim looked mock hurt. “I’m just praising my good girl for being the hungriest little whore I’ve ever met, making me nut like a teenager in her mouth.”
You giggled, feeling warm all over, and watched his face until the joke died and you were just looking into each other’s eyes.
“I want to please you.” You said softly, crawling over him; you kissed him deeply, on his lips, sliding your tongue against his until you were both breathless. “I want to see you come… For me.”
“Fuck.” He squeezed you tightly against him.
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You two fell back into a comfortable silence and you reached a place of almost sleep, your body moving with his breathing, his arm a solid presence over your back.
He looked so much more beautiful up close, relaxed. And his noises… His voice… You took deep breaths, thinking of the stickiness between your legs.
You really wanted to please him. He gave you so much pleasure, maybe not in person, but with his image. The way he moved, his noises… You paid for it all by watching advertising and acquiring subscriptions to sites that made you feel ashamed of yourself. But you also came so many times thinking of his eyes, his hands, his wide chest, his thighs... And now he was there, under your fingertips.
You wanted to give back.
You wanted to feel… To see him trembling under you, his eyes unfocused, lost in his own pleasure.
He snored, which made you chuckle. You could wait.
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A Little Patience (Jim Hopper x f! reader)
Characters: Jim Hopper x fem! reader
Word count: 1.2k
Warnings: Smut! briefly mentioned self-esteem issues, unprotected sex, oral sex, multiple orgasms
Summary: reader has problems achieving the big O; luckily Hopper is more than glad to help
“Thanks for dinner, Jim,” you said, holding hands with him as he walked you to your front door. Awkward silence hung in the air as you unlocked the door, him looking at you with something like excitement, anticipation. “Umm, want to come in?” you asked nervously. “Sure,” he replied, following you inside. This was what you had been both looking forward to, and also wanting to avoid. You had been on several dates, and so far, he had been a perfect gentleman, only doing what you allowed and not asking for anything else. Perfectly patient, but that would only last for so long. You could tell that he was understandably wanting more .
You really couldn’t blame him; you wanted it too. There was just one small issue you needed to discuss first, and you were dreading it with every fiber of your being.
Sitting next to you on the couch, he leaned in and kissed you. The scent of him filled your lungs, heady and masculine. Before it could go much farther, though, you pull back, sighing. “Hop, I need to talk to you about something.”
“That doesn’t sound good. Is everything okay?” he asked, concern in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, you decide to just get it over with. “I feel like this could really get serious between us, and before it does, I think I should tell you something. I have issues I guess you could say when it comes to sex. I…..I don’t know quite how to say this - I have a lot of problems climaxing. It’s always been that way, I don’t know why,” you blurted out, fighting the instinct to run and hide, heat flaming in your cheeks.
Maybe it was a result of the incredibly low self-esteem you had suffered from since childhood, maybe you just hadn’t found the right person to help get you there, or maybe you just couldn’t get out of your own head during sex. No matter the cause, it always ended the same way. Whoever you were with took it as an affront, like you weren’t attracted enough to them. Your last relationship ended because of it, and you really wanted to avoid that this time. Hopper was different than any other man you had dated.
Of course, you enjoyed sex, you just very rarely experienced the kind of toe curling, soul searing desire you always read about, that seemed to come so easily to everyone else.
He sat quietly for a minute, and you had to make yourself look at him. “Please say something,” you begged, dying to know what he was thinking. “Darlin’, that might be the saddest thing I’ve ever heard,”. What?? You didn’t know what you were expecting him to say, but that definitely wasn’t it. “What do you mean by that?” you asked, mildly insulted, arms crossing over your chest.
“I mean it’s truly a shame that no man has cared enough about your pleasure to help you with that. You deserve better,” he said, putting a hand gently on your thigh. Okay, that’s a good answer you thought to yourself. He moved even closer to you, brushing his other hand softly across your cheek. You shivered from his touch, goosebumps grazing your arms. Kissing his way across your jawline, his facial hair scuffing against your skin, he said one sentence that unraveled you entirely. “Let me show you just how good sex can feel,” he whispered, his voice dripping with lust.
Your mind reeling from his words, you led him by the hand to your bedroom. Clothes, both his and yours, went flying across the room to land in a heap on the floor. You laid back on the bed and he hovered over you, kissing you softly before moving lower. He landed on your breasts, his mouth searching, sucking, biting. Taking his time, his strong hands roamed your body, exploring, finding all the places that made you moan.
His hand ran up your leg, settling on your aching center. Gently parting you, he put first one, then another finger inside. He somehow knew exactly how to work them exactly like you liked it, and you could already feel the pressure building inside you. He kept curling his fingers in you while lavishing one of your nipples and you wanted nothing more than to feel that ever-elusive release, but as fast as the feeling had overcome you, you felt it slip out of your grasp.
Tears of frustration pricked the corners of your eyes. Jim must have felt your body tense from your anger, and he lowered his face between your legs. “Focus on me and what I’m doing,” he said as he began licking your slick heat. “Just let go.”
So…..you did. You let go of all your anxiety, all of the negative thoughts that always plagued you during sex, all of the worry that something was wrong with you and just zeroed in on the man that was eagerly eating you out. Surrendering to the feeling of his tongue slowly swirling, your back arched and you moaned loudly, which seemed to spur him on. He was a man on a mission.
Sitting up enough to be able to watch him, the look of total lust blown determination on his face was enough to make you feel that familiar tightening, the coil inside you that was threatening to snap. Tangling your hands in his hair, you yelled his name as he latched onto your clit and sucked. You gasped audibly as your climax took you by surprise, wave after wave of blissful pleasure surging through you.
Once your thighs stopped shaking, Hop looked up at you, a ridiculously cocky grin on his face. You reached for him, wanting to touch his rock-hard dick, to please him also. “Not this time, tonight is about you,” he said as he aligned himself between your thighs. He entered you slowly, the delicious feeling of him stretching you out and filling you made you roll your eyes back in delight. He took his time, his thrusts hitting just the right places and making you see stars.
Suddenly he pulled out of you, and you were ready to scream obscenities for the emptiness you felt, but before you could speak, he had flipped you over onto your stomach and was bottomed out inside you again. Grasping your hips, he showed no mercy with his frenetic thrusting. Your moans and cries only made him go deeper and harder. Your face buried in the pillow, the only thought running through your head was how does this feel so damn good.
It was then that he began to hit that spot , the one that you could never seem to get on your own. He snaked a hand around your front, rubbing circles on your already sensitive clit. A second orgasm hit you, your pussy clamping down around him as he continued pumping into you while you rode it out.
He came with one final groan, and you felt the heat from his release deep inside. Every one of your nerve endings felt alive, electric, and you never wanted to lose that feeling. He pulled out slowly and sank onto the bed beside you, that same cocky grin on his face. “What’s that look for?” you asked, already knowing the answer. “I told you darlin’, you just hadn’t found the right man for the job,” he replied, kissing you on the forehead. Laughing, you laid against him, your entire body more relaxed than it had been in years. “I think I have now though.”
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