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empresskylo · 2 years

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you have always thought chief jim hopper was hot. and you knew he thought the same about you, he just tried to hide it because he thought it was wrong since he knew your dad and you were still in high school. however, after hopper crashes a house party, you ask him for a ride home. hopper briefly loses his self-control. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | jim hopper x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— unprotected sex, car sex, large age gap, reader still in high school but is eighteen, sorta rough sex? size kink, power dynamic. *if any of this bothers you, don’t read. 𝐰𝐜 | 2.9 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i now have dark!hopper fic ideas so if anyone has any requests lmk

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「 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 」 [bonus gif added at the end] r.h. masterlist

Listen, it wasn’t your fault that you wrote for the school paper and that often led to you questioning the police about local crime scenes. And it wasn’t your fault that you encountered the chief of police, Jim Hopper, on almost every occasion. And it definitely wasn’t your fault that he was so good looking. What, were you supposed to pretend you didn’t find his authority and dad bod hot? But it might have been a little bit your fault that Hopper got stumped on the questions you’d ask him because you made sure to wear your shortest skirt those days.

Hopper was not a boy in your school who would fumble with his words and act stupid around someone he was attracted to. But still, you could tell that Hopper was into you, even if he hid it well. It’s like he expected your bombarding presence when anything remotely interesting happened in Hawkins. You’d show up, notebook in hand, and press him for details. You knew he was hard to crack. He was professional and no one could get information out of him… Well, except for you. You always managed to get him to spill some sort of top-secret information about the case–just enough for you to work with. And if that wasn’t obvious enough that he liked you, you also had caught him glancing over at you before, his eyes lingering on your exposed legs before quickly averting his gaze.

It was the weekend and you were busy celebrating this being your final year of high school by attending a party. You danced through the crowd of bodies, catching a glimpse of Steve Harrington working his charm on one of the popular girls in your grade. You rolled your eyes, he’d grow out of it eventually.

You didn’t think the party was too loud until a police siren sounded from outside the house. In a panic, students began running every which way, darting out of whoever’s house this was–you weren’t quite sure–and off into the streets and woods. You peered out the window and saw Hopper walking up to the door, yelling at a couple of kids as he did. You were glad you wore your favorite skit and a low-cut shirt tonight.

Before Hopper could bang on the door, you swung it open.

“Hi, officer,” you teased. His face was tense and his narrowed eyebrows made him appear threatening–nothing new here.

“What the hell are you dumb fucking kids thinking?” He yelled, spotting the drunk teenagers behind you as they darted out the back door to escape Hopper’s rage.

“It’s just a small get together.”

Hopper rolled his eyes and sighed. He looked around, most of the others had fled the scene, their laughing voices and hollering echoing down the neighborhood street.

This wasn’t even your house, you knew you couldn’t get in trouble for this. But you couldn’t help but swoon at the idea of Hopper putting you in handcuffs…

“Shows over. Go home.” He ordered at you and the small group who were watching from behind you in the living room. It must have been the kid who lived here and his close friends, who else would have the guts to stick around… Well, besides you, of course.

Hopper turned around and marched down the steps towards his truck. He didn’t get paid enough to deal with annoying seniors throwing a house party. His presence was enough to break the whole thing up, so he was calling that a job well done.

“Wait,” you called out to him, chasing him down the lawn. Hopper stopped in front of his vehicle and turned towards you, an annoyed scowl plastered across his unshaven face. “What?” His voice was dark and husky from lack of sleep.

“I…Don’t have a way home.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes. You weren’t lying–now that everyone else had ditched, you really didn’t have a ride home, and it was late and dark out.

“Seriously?” He asked.

You could see the harsh lines from frowning all the time engraved on his forehead. Still, there was a softness to him. You knew he wouldn’t say no.

In a huff, he turned to get in his car, “Get in.”

You smiled, happy at your success, and jumped into the passenger side of his truck.

Hopper already knew where you lived, he was well acquainted with your dad, and in such a small town, everyone knew where everyone lived.

After Hopper had taken off down the road, you leaned over and turned on the radio. That earned an annoyed glance and a grunt from him. He reached out and turned the volume down, the low hum of The Rolling Stones playing out of his shitty speakers.

You looked out the window and rubbed your arms. Hopper didn’t pay much attention to what you were doing so you had to vocalize your intentions. “It’s cold in here.” Your arms laid bare to the chill Autumn weather. When Hopper didn’t respond, you began digging in the back compartment of his truck.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?” He shot daggers at you before looking back at the road.

“Don’t you have an extra jacket or something in here?”

You turned back to him and he sat in silence, contemplating if he should do what his mind just told him to do. Jim was trying his hardest not to engage with you, he knew it would lead to no good. Against his better judgment, he slipped his coat off and shoved it at you.

You were genuinely surprised that he actually gave you his coat. You held it a bit dumbfounded before sliding it on. It was warm from his body heat and smelt of him. You felt a rush of blood rise to your cheeks as you drowned in Hopper’s coat that was evidently too big for you.

It was only a few more minutes before Hopper pulled up to your house, pulling over on the side of the street, bushes and trees in your front yard blocking any view from inside your house to Hopper’s truck.

You smiled and looked over at him, “Thanks.”

He had no excuse not to look at you now that he wasn’t driving. When he looked over, his jacket was engulfing you like a blanket, your exposed legs hanging out of it like it were a dress. His jaw tensed and he controlled himself from gulping. “Sure thing, kid.”

Maybe you’d be able to get out without him realizing you didn’t give him his coat back. You could sleep in it all night. And it would be a perfect excuse to go visit him at the station in the morning.

You went to open your door but it didn’t budge. You began shoving it with both your hands, but the stupid thing was jammed.

“Shit. Ron told me he fixed that damn thing for good,” he said annoyed. Just another thing added to the long list of shit he had to do.

You turned back to him in your seat, your face turning red when you got the idea of climbing over him to get out his door instead.

Before Hopper noticed what you were doing, your hand was on his arm and you were crawling over to him from your seat.

“What are you–” He asked in pure shock.

“Didn’t wanna inconvenience you,” you muttered, your eyes meeting his as your hand rested against him. He didn’t shove you off or jump out of the truck to get away from you. Your eyes lingered up to his and you could see the darkness spread across him. His look intimidated you, sending a rush of heat right to your core.

You gained enough courage to continue on and climbed up onto his lap, awkwardly holding his chest for balance as you slid on top of him. There wasn’t much room so your body was forced close to his. He still didn’t say anything. It was making you nervous.

You grabbed his door handle and you were about to push it open and step off of him and onto the road when you felt his large hands grip your waist. You looked over at him and saw the way his pupils were blown and his breathing was deeper than before.

He yanked you down fully onto his lap prying a gasp from your lips. You sat, half-straddling him, and speechless.

Hopper came back to his senses all at once and released you, his hands falling to the side of his thighs before looking back at you in what appeared to be shock and horror.

You were so fucking right, Hopper was into you.

Your hands gripped his button-up uniform top as you looked at him with hooded eyes, unwilling to leave your spot on top of him.

Hopper’s chest was falling up and down in heavy breaths, his eyes searching yours as you held onto him like you were afraid he was going to shove you off.

He began to realize that you were okay with what he just did and you were now begging him to continue through your pouting lips and fluttering eyelashes.

One of his hands braved exploration and slid up your warm thigh leaving goosebumps in its wake. You took a sharp breath in at his touch. “Hopper…” Your voice was barely audible as your head spun from his intoxicating stare. You felt him begin to harden underneath you, his eyes searching yours for a response. With that, you crashed your lips against his, his mustache tickling your nose, wasting no time kissing you back. His other hand was under his jacket you wore and clutched onto your hip, pulling you towards him.

The amount of awful thoughts he’d had about you made him worry he wouldn’t be able to control himself when you stepped into his truck. It was why he tried so hard to avoid you whenever you were around. The temptation dripped off of him as he held you, knowing he was past the point of return. He couldn’t stop now.

He effortlessly pulled your weight down onto his lap, pressing you up against his growing bulge. You whined, the feeling of him against your core was making you wet beyond belief. His hands were large against you, he was able to hold most of your thigh in one hand as he squeezed it. You knocked his hat off as your hands came up to wrap around his neck while you kissed him, pushing your chest against his.

One of his hands slid between your bodies and under your skirt, his finger brushing against your soaking panties, making you jump. You momentarily pulled away from the kiss to let out a yelp as he began dragging his fingers back and forth.

His lip kicked up in a slight smirk as he watched you squirm on top of him, your weight rolling into his hand needily. He pushed your underwear aside and let one finger slide around your hole, then he gently pushed in.

You bit your lip, his eyes never leaving yours. His finger filled you and when he began to slide a second one in, he was met with some resistance. His fingers were large and easy enough to fill you, how on earth was he going to fit his–

Hopper was pondering the same question, his throbbing cock begging to escape his pants at the thought of how tight you were.

His fingers slid out of you, desperate to find release inside you. You hiked your skirt up so he could see the way your thigh billowed at the sides as his hand squeezed it. His hands left you to unbuckle his pants, awkwardly pushing up against you as he slid them down just enough for his length to spring out. You licked your lips and reached down, gripping his cock in your hand. You almost couldn't wrap your entire fingers around him; you always knew he was big.

You wanted him so fucking pathetically right now. Your hands held his shoulders as his own shoved your skirt up then grabbed his cock in one hand and shifted your panties to the side with his other. He lined himself up with you as you dripped in wetness, eagerly waiting.

He looked up at you, his eyes hungry with lust, his intense expression sending shivers up your spine. You slowly sank down on him, taking in his tip. You squeaked, already feeling like he wasn’t going to fit. His eyes shut, preventing himself from grabbing your hips and forcing you down to take him in all at once.

You slowly sank down further until you bottomed out, both of your breathing loud.

“Fuck,” he cursed. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he throbbed inside you, pressing against your cervix. Your skirt was hiked up above your belly button and his hands crawled up to your exposed waist. He lifted you up off him with such ease, wanting you to take him in again. With a loud moan from both of you, he guided you back down, small shocks of pain radiating through you at the quickness of his actions. You began to move on your own, slowly riding him up and down, your head bending towards his to avoid hitting the roof of his truck.

The pain of him stretching you out soon subsided and was replaced with pangs of pleasure. You picked up speed, your bodies sloppily colliding. “Jesus,” he growled. “You’re, ugh–so–fucking–tight,” he managed to get out between grunts. His hands gripped your ass, pulling you towards him as he squeezed your cheeks between his fingers, shifting the angle so his cock hit right at your g-spot each time he filled you up.

You began to let out soft whimpers, Hopper’s guttural growls masking the sounds you were making. You leaned forward, clinging on to him, your face buried in his neck and shirt as you continued to ride him. Your soft cries filled Hopper’s ear making him twitch inside you.

His arms wrapped around you and held you close. Your legs were starting to give out, your pace slowing. Filled with impatience at how slow you were going now, Hopper’s hand found his seat lever and pulled it, sending you both backward as it extended to an almost horizontal position. You were momentarily confused as to what he was doing until he rolled you over in one swift motion so you laid underneath him. Your legs widened so he could fit comfortably between them and he began thrusting into you. You squealed as he pounded into you with such force, you were certain his truck was rattling to the waves of Hopper’s thrusts. Your arms extended over your head and clutched the wall of his truck to help hold you in place as he forcefully slid into you time and time again. He was cursing against your lips before his forehead connected with yours. His breath was hot against you as he panted.

You felt yourself getting dangerously close. In a small voice you spoke, “Hopper, I’m…Gonna–”

He continued to fuck into you, your legs as far apart as they could be, wanting him to hit you as deeply as he could. “Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck,” he swore, his cock twitching inside you as he thrusted. In a loud groan, you felt him begin to spill into you, sending you over the edge as well. You mewled under him, your legs shaking as he kept his speed, his cock sending spurts of hot liquid into you. His hands roamed your body, not able to touch enough of you as he came. One of his hands came up and rested on the side of your cheek and partially in your hair, pulling in into his fist. Your name pooled off his tongue as he gave one last deep release inside you, his thrusts beginning to slow now. You panted under his weight as he came to a stop. He collapsed on top of you, both of your faces covered in sweat. Liquid dripped out of you as he gently pulled out. He was out of breath as he grabbed you into his arms and rolled you both over so you were laying on him instead.

After laying there in heavy breathing filled silence, he began to sit up, taking you with him as he did. You sat on his thighs as he shimmied his pants back around his waist and let his seat swing back to its usual position.

A small wave of fear-filled Hopper’s newly cleared mind. “You’re eighteen…Right?”

You giggled, “If I say yes, does that mean we can do this again?”

His eyes widened before you began climbing off of him. “I’m kidding,” you said, dragging your words out. “I’m eighteen, you idiot.”

Hopper let his thoughts untangle themself before he turned to you. “We probably shouldn’t do this again. I shouldn’t have even let this happen tonight.” How was he going to face your father the next time he saw him without remembering the way you looked when you rode him tonight?

You jumped out of his truck, leaning against his lap as you stood on the pavement. “Okay. We won’t do this again then,” you said with a shit-eating grin. You knew Hopper wouldn’t be able to resist you now, so it didn’t matter what he said. He watched you walk towards your house, your skirt flowing back and forth as you walked. He gripped the steering wheel tightly in his fists as he already felt himself begin to get hard again watching the way his jacket looked on you as it engulfed your small frame.

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part 2

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moonfruito · 8 months

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'haha hopper hates mike blah blah blah' boring!!! when will gets hurt mike gets flashbacks to seeing his body get dragged out of the quarry and has a full fucking breakdown and hopper holds him like he did when mike broke down in season two and is the first to realise mike loves will. hopper knows the way that mike holds onto his feelings with tightly clenched hands, has felt those white-knuckled fists thud into his stomach over and over, has felt his shirt stain with the hot tears of a child trying not to feel enough to lose again. mike loves like sailors throw anchors out, scrambling for purchase in rocking waters and praying that the chain will lock tight against solid stone when he tugs it. mike loses like tempests and hurricanes and rain thick and whip-sharp enough to make you lose your vision and voice. all this he locks into a boy's body. there are many that know mike and love mike and have seen him fight to hold explosions in his chest, but there are few that have felt it. hopper is one person who has. when mike feels, he does it with his whole body, becomes more heart than boy, throws himself into emotion like a boxer rising for another round in the ring. at thirteen he flung himself at hopper, violent and furious, hands itching to hurt and settling to hold. at sixteen he does it again, voice hoarse with venom and eyes red with tears. hopper feels his hands claw into his back and soften into a grasp, and mike doesn't say 'don't make me let him go.' but hopper feels it anyway.

#stranger things mike #mike x will #mike wheeler #miwi #byler tumblr #byler #jim hopper #stranger things hopper #my textpost

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niki-mis01 · 1 month

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Dont mess around with Jim

#jim hopper #james hopper #chief jim hopper #chief hopper #Hopper #stranger things #stranger things hopper #stranger things jim #stranger things chief hopper #dont mess around with Jim!!!!!#david harbour #jim hopper fanart #chief hopper fanart #chief jim hopper fanart #fanart #stranger things fanart

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months

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Hopper would make a good principal for the high school once Higgins gets fired for covering up all the bullying and having drugs in his desk. He wouldn't let the kids get shit from anyone but also Joyce having to tell Hopper this:

"No, Hop, you can't expell a kid for spilling your coffee."

"Damn."

#stranger things #jim hopper #stranger things hopper #stranger things chief hopper #everyone still calls him chief #joyce byers #joyce byers x jim hopper #joyce x jim #joyce x hopper #jopper #rueleigh's thoughts

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dimepdf · 2 years

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PLAYING DANGEROUS. + JIM HOPPER

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synopsis. you would claim that the trauma of caring for your siblings and witnessing your mother struggle to put food on the table each day did not have a significant impact on you, but in truth, you had major fucking daddy issues.

pairing. jim hopper x reader

word count. 4.4k

genre and warnings. 18+, Byers!reader, afab reader, no plot just porn, literally just shameless smut, soft dom!hopper, back dimples, body worship, age difference(reader is 20 hopper is in his 40s), size kink, discreet sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, rough sex, choking, dad!hopper, manhandling, doggy, praise kink | - feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 💙 4.4k w.c.

Hearing the knock at the front door, you sigh with your head leaning down and eyes clenched shut, your fingers knotting in your hair to rinse out the rest of the shampoo, hoping that the shower water wouldn't spray cold water on you again.

Another knock echoed throughout the Byers family home, a groan erupting from your throat. "Will, can you get the door?" you shout.

Nothing but silence had descended throughout the halls.

Remembering shortly after that your little brother Will had asked you for permission to biking over to Mike’s house not too long ago, and Jonathan was out taking a weekend shift at work, something that you had to be shush-shush about to your mother Joyce. The woman who was always busy working.

Shivering as you had no choice but to step out onto the tiles, reaching down to twist the knob and turn off the shower, and drape a towel under your shoulders, your wet feet and hair trailing along the carpet as you quickly stomped to your bedroom.

Yanking on a shirt that was a bit too big, no doubt the one that you had stolen from Jonathan's closet, paired with cotton shorts that almost draped over your knees.

Another one of your brother's hand-me-downs that you found comfort in. Changing into the clothes in record time, as the knocking seemed to only get louder and more impatient.

Whoever was behind the door had a heavy arm and knew that at least someone was home, probably from your parked car in the driveway.

While lazily twisting your hair up into a ponytail to keep it from trailing water against your neck. You used another shirt to twist your hair into as you rushed towards the door, using your free hand to turn the knob and yank open the door, interpreting another harsh knock.

"Uncle Hop?" As you squint your eyes, enough to make out the lean, muscular man that stood stiffly in uniform in your doorway. Your hand masked your eyes from the sunlight as you gave the familiar face a gentle smile in greeting despite the gruff resting scowl that you had grown accustomed to on Hopper's face, you gave the familiar older man a gentle smile in greeting.

Hopper begins to look around the house before peering down at you, expecting your mother to be there instead of her only daughter. His gaze was dark, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Where’s your mom?" Your eyes squint as you lean against the edge of the door, one of your legs hooking over the other, shrugging your shoulders in response.

He looked intimidating with the shade of his hat covering the dark of his hair, his stare never seeming to soften paired with his rough, rumbling deep voice.

You knew Hopper as your mother’s high school boyfriend, much to her dismay, of course.

Ever since the whole upside, your little brother getting lost in the upside-down and you having to team up with a ragtag group of kids, it had seemed like Hopper had more of an importance in your life. Of course, from saving your family's lives, you all welcomed him with open arms.

He had a foot and some inches on you, not that you cared much. Most of Will’s lame friends were already inching up to your height despite almost being the legal age to drink. You just felt silly standing close to the grown 42-year-old man as you were a 20-year-old woman having to look up to talk to him.

His eyes roll in annoyance, and he grunts something under his breath, taking a drag from his cigarette before pulling it away from his lips and stomping it out with the heel of his boot.

"You shouldn’t be home by yourself, so don’t just open the door without checking who’s there first," Hopper grumbled, and there it was, the constant fatherly bickering, the type that would often come from his mouth where you could only stand stock still with your lips flattened and nodding your head to every sentence just to get out of the sudden lecture.

You swore that Hopper would always be the one to scowl at you for something, even more than your own mother did.

"It's fine, dude—" You wave your hand in the air. He doesn't look angry, just discontent as his eyes narrow down on your face.

You didn't want to attempt the slight shiver that rolled down your spine, guilty of the small crush you had on your mom's kinda-sort-of-boyfriend.

Ready to defend yourself from one of Hopper’s rambling strings of paranoia, you nor anyone else gave him much slack for it since everything that had gone down. If anything, they were more comfortable with the police officer always worrying about something than not caring at all.

Not caring just wasn't in Hopper’s nature.

"Dude," he mocked in a pitched tone, "it's not, and I need you to watch Jane tonight again. I gotta go do something out of town." You weren't shocked at the request. Being the oldest sibling from Will’s group of friends, you were also the most stably trustworthy.

The first time that you agreed to babysit Jane, your mother begged you the same day after her boss stuck her on the closing shift. The same day, she had arranged with Hopper to bring Jane over for the night while he had to drive to the next town to collect files for the police department.

It wasn't much of a big deal to you, and it seemed like you were the only one that thought so, as Hopper made the drive to the cabin the most nerve-wracking 30-minute drive you've ever been on.

You were so overwhelmed by the number of rules and routines he had for his preteen daughter that you were almost concerned about how much he would hover over her because of her supernatural powers.

You played it cool, letting the girl do whatever she wanted in a controlled manner, which was mostly talking about Mike and asking you for romance advice until she fell asleep in your lap with your nails combing through her hair. It was the easiest 30 bucks you had earned in your life.

On those days when Hopper would need you to stay longer, he would drop you off at the cabin at night and you would spend the time trying to occupy yourself with the old TV and trying not to notice too much the fact that you were in a cabin in the middle of the woods, finding a routine that worked more peacefully for you both.

Waiting for the morning, you would wake Jane up with a plate of waffles sitting on her bed, as you two would eat together and watch whatever was on TV and chat, using the rest of the day to maybe tidy up the beer cans Hopper would leave or try to clean out the harsh stench of cigarettes and old wood.

You hated doing chores at home, but at Hopper’s, you didn't really have anything else to do but clean until his truck came from down the road ready to take you back home.

That morning, all you did was grab a pair of sneakers from your room and an extra blanket from the living room sofa to wrap yourself in since the cabin had poor heating. You hopped into the passenger side of Hopper’s truck, being used to sitting in the police car.

The moment you had made it to the cabin, you greeted Jane and called into Joyce’s work, letting her know that you wouldn't be home tonight.

Once you had given the whole run down, you hung up the phone with an I love you and devoted all of your attention to the short-haired girl that sat with her arms crossed on the couch. Jane was just blankly staring at you, probably a little taken back by your bold fashion choice. You tilted your head at the young girl.

"You have…boobs." Jane finally spoke, her eyes squinting hard at the curved outline of your braless breast from the oversized shirt you had worn.

You glance down, pitching the shirt out, just realizing that you had forgotten to put on a bra in your rush to put on clothes. Wearing what you would normally wear as pajamas in the comfort of your own home, the main problem being that you weren't in the comfort of your home.

"Uh, yeah, guess I do. Thanks for reminding me." Nodding at the awkward comment, Jane seemed to glance at her own chest before crossing her arms tighter in thought.

"Alright, how about we do something interesting today instead of sitting around." The suggestion made Jane's face light up in excitement.

"Can we play hide and seek outside?" You already knew the answer to the question by knowing that Hopper even knew that you stepped foot outside. He would have a fit and probably find ways to ground you both.

"As much as I would love to, Hopper would kill us both. How about…we watch a movie?" You asked, glancing at the orange and pink sunset from the cabin's window.

Jane was quick to agree only on the terms that she would have the first pick on the movie and that you would let her eat just a few pieces of candy.

You had grown to adapt to the rustic environment of the cabin, being smart enough to gift hand-me-downs to Jane from your own childhood, from clothes to movie tapes, making it a routine to only watch rom-coms together.

It was a sweet moment that you had shared all the way until you both fell asleep, cuddled into each other's arms on the big armchair that was usually occupied by a man bigger than the two of you put together.

It was much later that Hopper's heavy footsteps could be heard from outside the cabin, the front door creaking open as he exhaled in the comforts of his home.

Shedding his coat and kicking off his boots, draping his coat over the top of the couch, still not noticing the two sleeping girls in his armchair as he turned to yank the window curtains closed.

"Hey brats, I'm back." His voice only causes you to stir in your sleep, not wake up. You had brought from home a blanket to snuggle your chin into.

Hopper’s attention finally snapped to the two of you slumbering in his chair. His mind only took seconds to progress the situation as he bit his lip to keep from making any more noise, humming in a pleasant acknowledgment to the calm silence that had filled the cabin.

"My bad." he apologized to no one in particular, shuffling to the small kitchen, impressed with the cleaned dishes that sat beside the sink. As he directed his stall stature towards the fridge using his foot to open the door and squatting down to pull out a well-deserved canned beer.

Popping the top open and taking a long swig, a relaxed sigh parted from his lips the moment he had swallowed the cold liquid.

Hooper took notice of the thin blanket you two were wrapped up in, dad mode kicking in as he was afraid that you two might catch a cold in the cold living room.

Carefully untangling Jane from your lap and into his arms, walking the girl to her own bedroom and tucking her under the thick blankets, careful not to disturb her too much from her sleep. His next target was you.

Finding you had only curled up into your blanket from the loss of heat, Hopper had debated whether to wake you up and drive you back home to sleep in your comfortable bed.

His final decision was to just move you to the pullout couch and layer you in blankets in hopes that you didn't get sick, but mostly because he knew there was enough space for the both of you to sleep on the huge pullout couch.

After pulling out all the cushions and setting up the pullout couch, Hopper turns to you, grabbing the bend of your knee and hooking his muscular arm under your shoulders.

He heaves you up into his arms, almost as if you had not weighed anything, gently setting you down onto the sheets of the bed.

As he went to grab extra blankets from the storage cabinet, you shifted in your sleep, nuzzling your face into the surface of the mattress turning to lay on your stomach as your shirt had hiked up unknowingly, exposing a peek of your skin from your back. returning with a clutch full of blankets and pillows,

Hopper's eyes can’t help but peek at the dimples peeking from the lowered waistband of your shorts, a deep exhale coming from his nose. As he clenched his eyes shut hard, mentally scowling at himself for even looking at you that way.

You were 20 years younger than him, let alone the daughter of the woman he had confusing feelings for. Hopper's head was a mess. His hand reached to pinch the bridge of his nose to clear his mind from the lewd thoughts. He settled a blanket around you.

He put a pillow by the side of your head before making himself comfortable on the opposite side of the mattress. Making sure the distance between the two of you was marked by a pillow as he wrapped himself in his own blanket, listening to the sound of your soft breathing to help him fall asleep.

Hopper was jerked awake a few hours later. The moon was still out as the only thing that had lit the cabin was the hum of static coming from the TV.

Hopper, groaning half asleep, had only taken a few minutes to notice that you had moved from your original position across the mattress closer to him in your sleep. You had passed the pillow barrier he had placed between you two and cuddled into his side.

You even got tucked under the same blanket as him, his mind too tired to fully comprehend that it was you he had cuddled in his arms. Hopper draped his arms around you, pulling you in closer to his broad chest, his eyes fluttering closed once more as he nuzzled his face into the nape of your neck.

That exchange was innocently cute until it wasn't.

Your backside was pushing up against his groin area, wanting to hug on as much heat as you possibly could in your sleep. Hopper quickly reacted, despite his mind not being active.

His hips rolled against the back of your thigh from the sudden friction; his hold tightened around you as he pulled you even closer, tucking you into his arms.

It was a tiring exchange of Hopper rutting his jeaned cock into the curve of your plump ass, your gym shorts riding up little by little, his breath picking up just as you had your eyes opened. You didn't know what to think.

You were suddenly awake, wrapped in a man's arms, feeling the jean material of his erection grind harshly against your skin. It was more than just confusion.

"Hop?" You mumble tiredly, struggling around his grasp to turn on your side. You sit up the moment he halts to continue grinding into your thigh. "Hop." You whisper once more, shaking his shoulder and tucking your thighs against your chest.

You can feel your heart beating against your chest. Your face flushed at the heated feeling between your legs, your thoughts not having enough time to head south as Hopper flinched awake.

"Shit Y/N, I’m so sorry I don't know what—" He had already retreated away before he could fully awake. You stopped Hopper from scooting away, your fingers pressing into the flesh of his bicep muscle.

"No please, please stay. It’s okay." Your voice fell into an alluring whisper, your feet already freezing from exiting the cold of the blanket.

Hopper’s eyes were blank as they glanced, almost like his entire body had to freeze just to piece together what you were implying. His head was shaking as you took action, tucking yourself back into the blanket and reaching to crawl back into his arms.

"No, we can’t, we can’t." He was raking his mind for any morally sane excuse to not fuck you right now, just as he was about to try to convince you that the feeling of your hand rubbing against his dick made him forget what he was about to say.

His mouth gaped open as he groaned at the unexpected contact, your mouth latching onto his lips to muffle the deep groan that had erupted from his throat.

"Jane’s sleeping, you gotta be quiet." is the one thing to ground him. Hopper leans into the kiss, almost like your lips were laced with sweet poison, you tasted so sweet.

Your mouth tasted like the candy you had eaten earlier, as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Hopper wanted to taste more as he took control, moving to lie on top of you with his elbows supporting him from putting too much weight on you as you unzipped his jeans and slipped out of your shorts.

Parting away from the kiss with a low gasp, leaning back to pull off his jeans, it gave Hopper enough time to glance at Jane’s bedroom door and then back at you, almost losing his breath from the sight.

Your limbs are all spread out just for him. Your shirt hiked up past your belly button, showing off the dark purple underwear.

Your hair was spread on top of the pillow, and your eyes were dark with neediness. He would see the traces of your nipples budding against the cloth material of the shirt.

From the way his heart was hammering against his chest, he felt like you were going to be the death of him, wetting his lips as he leaned down to capture your lips once more.

His cold fingers trailed cautiously from your stomach before fondling your breasts. Luring a moan from your throat, feeling his cold, rough fingers tease the peek of your nipples from beneath your shirt.

"We shouldn't do this." His knee threaded between your thighs, his entire chest swallowing your small figure compared to his.

"Don't stop, please." Your voice was soft, hinting toward still being a little tired in the back of your mind. Hopper was amazed by how desperate you were just for him.

It was like you were trying to give the poor guy a heart attack when you yanked your shirt over your head, exposing your naked breast to him.

Hopper couldn't quite understand if he was just having some sort of weird dream, but whatever was happening, he knew he was going to make the most of it, not caring what would unfold next as his cock had grown almost painfully hard, straining against his briefs.

He had to have you. Moving to lie on his side, he placed her arm over the hook of your knee, setting it over his thigh to spread your legs.

You parted your thighs as far apart as they could, your hips shamelessly bucking against nothing, the sensation of his hand brushing down your belly and over the damp cotton that had covered your clit, his finger bending to hook the material and move it aside.

His mushroom tip brushed along your entrance, wetting himself in a thin wet layer of your arousal.

The moment he had adjusted himself to push just the head of his cock inside, coaxing a drawn-out moan from the bottom of your throat.

"Oh god, you feel so fucking good," Hopper grunted from the nape of your neck, his body shivering as you were already clenching around just the tip of his length, not used to his wide girth.

Hopper reached his hand from behind, his big hands covering the entire bottom half of your face, muffling your whimpers as he slowly pushed his entire length inside of you.

"You look so perfect like this." He praised you. Hopper tried to be as patient as he could as his hand fisted around the pillow under your head, feeling your squirm as you tried to get used to his dick bullying the inside of you.

The thrust was unbearable from both sides, the size of him feeling like you were about to split into two and the feeling of your small cunt choking to take his entire cock inside of you.

His pace started slow, listening to your breath pick up with every thrust. Every time he would fill you up with the new sensation of being completely full, making you feel so light-headed your eyes roll to the back of your head as Hopper trails wet kisses down the curve of your shoulder.

"My dick isn’t that big, pretty girl. I know you can take it." The feeling of his breath fanning against the back of your neck, his hand moving down from your face to wrap firmly around your neck, you were careful with your volume. The fear of waking the child in the other room was still in the back of your mind despite being fucked stupid.

"Lay on your stomach." Before you could even fully process the request, Hopper was already using the palm of his hand to push your shoulder fully into the mattress, his hands grabbing onto the curve of your hips, arching your ass into the air while using his hairy thighs to spread yours apart.

"Atta fucking girl." Hopper cursed, as his pace picked up, his hips snapping into you with more force. Your voice was tired and broken from mindless rambling and begging.

"Saying so much and so little at the same time, you're so adorable." Hopper teased The second your hips flexed from your first orgasm, whimpering his name under your breath as he continued to fuck you through it, his pace not stuttering as he fucked you with no signs of mercy.

The sounds of the old mattress springs gave in under every thrust, along with the occasional grunt that would slip past your lips.

Your teeth bit into your pillow to keep yourself silent as his cock plunged deep inside of you with every thrust, your warm insides urging him deeper with every twitch and clench.

Your eyes prickled with tears at the overwhelming need building in the pit of your stomach. "That's it. Take it just like that." and that you did. His hands fit perfectly around the lower part of your torso, guiding your hips.

You loved the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you, how his hairy chest felt resting against the smooth skin of your back as he coaxed another orgasm from your tired, sweaty body.

You twitched under him as he became irritated by your fidgeting, pinning your hands behind your back and angling your ass in the air, the clear sound of his balls slapping against your skin echoing along with the bed springs you were being fucked against.

"You like it when I ruin you like this?" You could feel his hand squeezing around your breast, the other rubbing rough circles into your clit with the jagged skin of his thumb.

"Oh god, yes, yes." You horsley cooed.

Hopper couldn't recall the last time he felt anything so hot and tight around his dick. His mind was in a trance, watching as your ass rippled like jelly against the snap of his hips with each thrust. He hadn't seen anyone bend so attractively in this position in a long time.

It took one hook under the bend of your knee to turn you over to lie on your back, used to your limbs being so easily controlled by him, as Hopper was quick to bury himself back inside of you.

Your hips twitched up at him as he grabbed your thighs and hugged them both to his chest, lifting your ankles over his shoulders as he leaned down, using his forearms to not crush you with all of your weight. Your body wasn’t flexible, but it was definitely adaptable.

The feeling of his breath fanning against your face threw you over the edge, losing count of how many times you had come undone, your body having a mind of its own that Hopper had control over.

Hopper rolled his hips against yours, his chest reaching deeper than ever, much out of your control. Your mouth, having a mind of its own, was not able to help the string of broken mumbling nonsense that moaned from your lips.

Hopper just couldn't help but be turned on by the sight of ruining you.

He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't bother to restrain himself any longer, surging down and capturing your lips with his mouth, your pathetic whines muffled down his throat.

Moreover, your weak whines filled the small room along with the wet sound of Hopper pistoning inside of you.

An abrupt sound, making your heart shake a beat, too tired to move any faster than Hopper did. The man covers your body with a blanket before wrapping himself in another and settling in next to you.

Next was the slow creak of Jane’s bedroom door, the short-haired girl peeking from it tiredly, her hand rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she glanced around the room half asleep.

"Hey kiddo, are you okay?" Hopper asked, trying to mask his breathless tone as well as using a pillow to cover up his still hard erection. Jane only peered at the man before taking a glance at you.

Unbeknownst to the man that sat next to you, Jane could see that you were asleep with just the top of your head poking from the blanket.

"I thought I heard something. Wanted to check on Y/N." she mumbled, still holding onto the doorknob. Hopper finally took notice of your sleeping state, an exhale of disappointment passing through his nose before giving a small smile at Jane.

"She's fine, kid. Why didn't you go back to bed?" Jane was too tired to object. The young girl followed the order. She shut her door and crawled back into the comfort of her bed as Hopper tried to make himself comfortable lying on his back.

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butterfly87676 · 10 months

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I love my dad (not their father but stranger end up adopting them)

I’m so excited to watch Nimona this Friday!! And you?

#jacob holland #maisie brumble #doctor strange #America Chavez #nimona #ballister blackheart #stranger things eleven #stranger things hopper

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smithsibsceo · 1 year

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they mean so much to me

#stranger things #joe keery #david harbour #stranger things steve #steve harrington #stranger things hopper #jim hopper #st1 #st2 #st3 #st4 #st5 #stranger things cast #stranger things cast bts #stranger things bts #paul reiser

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fruitybowl · 2 years

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Will: I'm gay.

Hopper: I'm happy you felt safe telling me. I accept you no matter what.

Will: And Mike and I are dating.

Hopper: I'm gonna have to stop you right there.

#byler #stranger things hopper #stranger things will #text post #incorrect quotes

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ur-airheaded-lesbian · 1 year

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#ancient meme format i know #and i am sorry #no im not #byler #jim hopper #mike wheeler #mike stranger things #stranger things mike #hopper #stranger things hopper #st #stranger things

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gwiyeounsonyeon · 1 year

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D, bottom hopper

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hopper, objectively is a pretty big man so I feel like he’d like it a little too much if his bf were able to manhandle him or throw him around.

#x male reader #stranger things #jim hopper #hopper #jim hopper x male reader #hopper x male reader #stranger things hopper

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empresskylo · 2 years

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𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

━━━━━‧₊˚➛ hopper is your self-proclaimed adoptive father. he catches you with your teddy bear one night and he wants to help you out. [one scenario where he's sweet, one where he's #dark!jim]

pairing ‧₊˚➛ dark/dad!jim hopper x afab!reader

tags ‧₊˚➛18+ content, smut, unprotected sex, reader is 20, reader described as tiny, innocent!reader, daddy kink, size kink, praise kink, masturbation, dub-con, stepcest i guess but he's not even really reader's dad--more like he's been taking care of you since you were idk 17-18.

w.c.‧₊˚➛ 2256

a.n. ‧₊˚➛ jesus christ, i promise you i have lots of fluff and cute stuff coming, i just always end up finishing smut first... i'm sorry. anyways, i'm going to hell for writing this. and you're going to hell for reading it (-:

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Jim made his way over to your bedroom door to check in on you like he did every night before he went to bed. He yawned and rubbed his hand against his chest, undoing a few of the buttons so his shirt wasn’t so tight.

Your door was already ajar and he gently knocked on it and then pushed it open all the way. He instantly froze. His mouth hung open like he was about to say something to you, but his words got caught in his throat at the sight in front of him.

Your room was dark and he could only spot the silhouette of you on your bed. You had a stuffed bear between your knees and you were rocking against it. Your face was buried in your pillows to muffle your whines, not wanting Jim to hear. Your nightgown was hiked up, exposing your ass as you rutted your hips aggressively against your plushie.

Jim assumed you viewed him as a father figure since you started living with him, so there was no way you wouldn’t be grossed out of your mind if you knew he was standing there watching you… Right?

Jim’s cock twitched painfully in his tight pants. He reached a hand down to rub away some of the soreness but he jingled his belt buckle, startling you. You stopped moving and whipped your head up to see Hopper illuminated in your doorway.

“H-Hopper. I was just—“ you pulled your dress down and pushed your teddy bear to the side, completely embarrassed.

Jim cut you off, “No, it’s okay, baby. I didn’t see anything.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as your core throbbed painfully. Your eyes trailed down Hopper’s exposed chest and to his trousers that had a growing tent inside them.

Hopper didn’t know if he should turn around and leave or if you needed him to reassure you that you shouldn’t be embarrassed. You eyed him a moment longer. “Are you… ?” You gestured to his bulge, making Hopper look down.

Shit. “Oh, fuck. No… I just… It's the body's natural reaction to…I didn't mean...”

You giggled at his rambling. “It’s okay. I uhm… Could you help me?“

Jim choked on his own spit. “Huh? With… what exactly?” He entered the room, his palms growing increasingly sweaty.

You shyly pulled your nightgown up to expose your thighs and underwear. You turned your head to the side in embarrassment, your cheeks warming. He spotted your frilly pink panties that were completely soaked. “It’s so uncomfortable,” you said quietly. You could feel your face flush with raging heat.

Jim rubbed the back of his neck. He really shouldn’t… He couldn’t…

And yet he walked to your bed and sat beside you. “Yeah.. I guess... I can help.” His voice was deeper than earlier as his eyes took your tiny features in. God, he wanted you so badly.

“Lay back, baby.” He cooed.

You slid back and laid exposed for him. His large fingers slowly traced up your thighs leaving tingles in their wake. He hiked your gown up a bit so he could get a good view of your panties. His finger curiously pressed against your core. You gasped. “Feel good?”

You immediately bucked up into his hand; you were a fucking mess. Jim chuckled. “Needy lil' thing,” he whispered to himself. His finger stroked you over the thin fabric making you stifle a whine.

He pushed your panties to the side and slid his thick finger along your slippery folds. Your hands came up to cover your eyes feeling embarrassed.

Your hips bucked up involuntarily a few more times. “This feel nice?” Hopper asked.

“Mhm.” Jim planned to get you off by circling his fingers between your thighs, then he would leave. But you pouted. “Need more.” You pulled your hands away to look at him. He gulped.

He paused, not sure what his next move would be. Something perverted possessed Jim because he began undoing his belt. If he didn't do it now, he never would. “Take your underwear off," he instructed.

You sat up and shimmied them off before tossing them on your floor. Jim mirrored your actions and pushed his pants down, then his boxers, his cock springing free. Your eyes widen. He was so big. Like mind-bogglingly big.

He patted his lap and you crawled over to him. Jim grabbed your hips and hiked your dress up so he could see your pretty pussy. You straddled him and he used one hand to stroke you again, using your slick to lube his cock up for you.

“Just like earlier,” he said, referring to you humping your teddy.

You nodded and let Jim do all the work as he lined you up with him. His hand never left your hip, your dress bunched underneath his fingers so he could see everything he was doing. And fuck, he couldn’t believe what he was doing. It was so wrong, and he felt like he was taking advantage of you. But he also felt like he couldn’t stop. He wanted to feel you.

“Okay, baby. You can sit down.”

You nodded again and began to sit. You instantly gasped feeling the head of Hopper’s cock pressed against your entrance. You heard Jim’s chest rumble as you tried to sit down and take him. You managed to get a bit of his head inside of you before crying out. “Hm. Might be too big for ya, princess.”

You pouted, desperate to ease your building tension. Jim lifted you and then sat you down so his cock was pressed against his stomach and you held it down as you sat atop it. “Alright. Go ahead. Just like you did to your teddy.”

You looked at him, your hands clenching his chest through his shirt. “Go on, baby,” he encouraged.

You took in a deep breath and slid your cunt along Jim’s shaft. You bit your lip and Jim let out a groan. “Jesus,” he mumbled. His hand involuntarily reached across your bed and squeezed your cluster of plushies that were pressing against the both of you. You insisted on gaining a collection of them, and now you were basically sitting on top of them there were so many.

You continued to slide along him, your clit gaining enough friction to make you want to cry out. Hopper saw the way you held back your cries. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You can make noises.”

You looked at him with puffy lips and rubbed along his shaft. You let out a small moan, his cock feeling so much better than the soft stuffed animal against you. You kept rutting your hips against him, picking up speed. You leaned into his chest and let mewls escape your lips. “Daddy, oh, god,” you cried.

“That’s right, princess. Keep going till you feel all better.”

You nodded and continued sliding against him. Jim’s fingers dug into your hips, then under your nightgown and along your soft tummy. Jim grunted each time you bumped his head with your clit. His large rough hands grazed your breasts, making you jump a little at the sensation. “Oh, fuck!” Jim cried as you shifted on top of him.

You began going faster, as fast as you had been going against your plushie. Your whines were constant now as his hard cock glided against your clit in a mind-numbing manner. You huffed as you felt yourself edging closer. “I’m…” you cried, unable to finish your sentence. You began shaking on top of Hopper’s cock, his hand squeezing tightly around your breast in response. Hopper groaned as he began coming onto his stomach, his cock twitching beneath you. You leaned your head against his chest while you lazily humped against him a few more times.

You both were panting and you collapsed into Hopper’s arms. He cradled you and placed small kisses on your forehead. “Feel better, princess?”

You nodded your head against him, “Mhm.”

Hopper peered in through your door, ready to say goodnight when he spotted his innocent little girl rutting your hips against the plushie he had gotten you. You muffled your cries, not wanting to get caught.

Hopper slid into your room and gently shut your door behind him. You still didn’t notice him and you kept gliding your soaking pussy against your bear, desperate for friction.

Hopper palmed his hardening cock in his hands, trying to calm himself as he watched you.

He walked towards your bed, “Princess.”

You jumped and flung your bear to the side of your bed, pulling your nightgown down. “I-I..” you stuttered.

“Were you trying to get off, baby?” He cooed as he stepped in front of you. You shook your head, your face heating. "Were you thinking of daddy?" You gulped. “What a naughty thing to do. Only big girls do that.”

You pouted. “I am a big girl.”

Hopper’s eyes darkened. “Oh, you are now?” You nodded. Hopper undid his belt and grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. You cried in surprise as Hopper’s large hands began tugging your pink panties down your thighs. “Okay, then you’ll have to prove it to me.” You struggled against him, but he was far stronger. He yanked your nightgown off leaving your budding breasts exposed. You tried to cover your chest but Jim was faster. He forced your arms above your head and your back against the bed. Hopper laid on top of you, his cock begging to be set free. “Be a good girl now.”

He released your hands and reached down to fumble his pants and boxers off. Soon you felt Hop’s hard cock against your bare thigh. You whined. “I think you’re warmed up enough,” he mumbled before settling himself between your legs and forcing his cock against your entrance. You cried, knowing his cock was too big.

“Hey. You wanna act like a big girl? You’re gonna get treated like a big girl.” Hopper began pushing his dick inside of you and you immediately pressed your hands against his chest and cried out in pain. You weren’t ready for someone that size. Your nails clawed into his chest as he slowly pushed himself further. Jim swore under his breath, your pussy squeezing against him uncomfortably tight. “God damn, ” he moaned.

Tears began to well in your eyes. You whined for him to stop, that it was hurting, but he ignored you. In what felt like agonizingly long minutes, Jim had managed to bury himself completely inside you. You felt like your insides were going to split open. Jim pulled back to look at your tear-stained face as your chest rose and fell in sobs. “Hard parts’ over,” he teased. “Just relax, princess. I’m gonna take care of ya.”

You nodded, a cry muffled behind your lips. “That’s my girl.” Jim slowly pulled out, taking his sweet time so you could adjust. Then he pushed back in, making you yell and dig your nails deeper into his chest. Jim groaned, your walls pushing against him in resistance. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.

He began at a very slow speed, thrusting in and out as softly as he could. Your cries became less vocal, and his cock entered more easily over time.

After several painful minutes, Jim had a regular rhythm as he rutted against you, your pussy squelching with each pump. Your whines were still laced with pain but they were also laced with pleasure now. You yelped when he hit you just right so his body brushed against your clit as he bottomed out. Jim grinned. Your legs draped loosely around him as he used your body. He picked up speed, even though he knew he shouldn’t have, and you cried again. The pinching pain was intertwined with waves of pleasure. You were tormented between not enjoying it, and not wanting him to stop.

“God, you feel so fucking good, baby.” Your walls fluttered at his praise. Your hips bucked up against him, your clit getting stimulated whenever you did. “Just like that, princess.”

Soon you were a sobbing mess as you slammed your hips up to meet Hopper’s, sharp painful gasps and moans leaving your lips.

Jim placed kisses along your neck and picked up speed again. He kept rutting into you until you were full-blown crying in pain and also moaning and groaning each time he hit your sweet spot. Your tight walls became too much for him and he began to spill himself inside of you. You yelled, his cock twitching as your walls fluttered. “Fuck,” was all he could muster. The warm liquid quickly overfilled you and made you mewl beneath him. His seed made it so he slipped in and out of you with ease. You felt the pressure that had been building finally break and your legs shook around him. Your head flew back as Jim lazily pumped himself inside of you, not caring about his come entering your unprotected cunt.

Your hips gave a few more lazy thrusts against Jim until he stopped and collapsed on top of you.

He pulled out and it stung. He looked down beneath your bodies and chuckled. “We made quite the mess.” His eyes trailed up to your abused face, littered with tear stains. He kissed your cheek. “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby. Then you can snuggle up into me.” You meekly nodded, not caring about being a ‘big girl’ anymore. You just wanted Hopper to baby you.

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