Dirty Cop

Dirty Cop 💋

18+ explicit content • Jim Hopper x fem reader • perv ! stepdad! jim hopper • angst, masturbation, fingering, use of a sex toy, infidelity, squirting •

Thank you @hoppersslvtty for this idea!

There’s something wrong with me, you thought. There must be. The way you were getting wet sitting across the dinner table from your stepdad…

Why the hell did he have to be so goddamned…everything he was? Jim Hopper wasn’t just your stepdad and the town’s Chief of Police; he was also hot as fuck. You’d always resented your mother a little for marrying someone so attractive. It made you sick to think that she got to experience his body and you didn’t, and you never would, because of course he wouldn’t even think of sleeping with his fucking stepdaughter…

…but you were so wrong about that. Hopper had thought about it. On really desperate nights, when your mom couldn’t satisfy his urges sufficiently enough (and that was often, because your mom was a prudish bitch) Hopper would finish himself off in the bathroom looking at pictures of you in your swimsuit from last year’s vacation to Florida to celebrate your turning twenty. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t already fully committed the image of you to memory; he already had every curve of your body memorized dutifully and stored away in his mind forever. He could have used his imagination and invented endless scenarios involving you and him, you with your legs splayed and begging him to take you. But Hopper wasn’t totally without standards, and by his moral assessment, he just couldn’t bring himself low enough to masturbate to the thought of you alone. He needed something he could touch, something that didn’t come from his mind, something outside of himself that he could use to get off to your body; and photos of you were the perfect thing. It made you no different than a girl in a dirty magazine, Hopper told himself. What was the difference in him rubbing one out to your pictures versus the girls in the magazines he kept hidden in his desk at the station?

Of course Hopper knew, deep down, that his logic was ridiculous. He was in half of the fucking vacation photos for God’s sake. He’d taken almost all of them. And when he’d had the film developed, he’d made sure to remove from the envelope the ones he’d taken zoomed into your ass and tits before bringing the photos home. He couldn’t risk your mother getting a look at them. Or perhaps even worse, you might have seen them; and he couldn’t risk you thinking he wanted you…

…But Hopper did want you. It was eating him alive, like a gnawing in his gut and groin that hurt both his balls and his conscience. He daydreamed about you bringing him lunch at the station, maybe walking in on him without knocking while he was jerking off to one of his magazines. He kept one of his ‘special,’ photos of you (the zoomed-in ones) with him at all times, and the others he kept locked away in his personal safe at home. Only he knew the combination to get inside: his late daughter Sara’s birthdate. Hopper kept these photos to use any time he needed to fuck you, if only in his mind.

The evening our story takes place, you’d just come home from a date with a boy you met at work. The date had been alright, but you found guys your own age immature and boring. You were preparing to have a shower, carrying a towel, your pajamas, and a hair tie to the bathroom. As you turned the handle, however, you realized the shower was already on. You knew it wasn’t your mom getting a shower because you’d passed her on your way upstairs when you got home. And the scent of Hopper’s Irish Spring soap was in the air, not the flowery-scented body wash your mom used. So the only person that could be in there right now, you thought, is…Hopper.

As much as you wanted to stay, you knew you had to leave. And you would have, too, but something you heard made all the breath leave your lungs and froze you in place…your name.

Hopper was breathing heavily behind the shower curtain. You couldn’t understand any of the other words he was saying, but he had definitely muttered your name. Did he know you were in the bathroom? You didn’t see how he could have, but the other sounds you heard soon revealed exactly what was going on…

The slick sound of wet skin on skin, slapping, smacking rhythmically, was audible from your side of the shower curtain. Hopper was jerking off, you realized, and you felt your legs tremble. Knowing he was naked, wet, and horny as hell mere inches from where you stood, and that only a thin piece of shower curtain was separating your bodies? It was exhilarating, in the worst way. You forced yourself to take a step back, and were so close to leaving when you heard Hopper say your name again. You knew for sure he hadn’t seen you this time, so if he wasn’t talking to you, did that mean he was…masturbating to YOU?

The thought made your head dizzy, and seconds later when Hopper grunted, panting, releasing his semen into the water swirling at the base of the shower, you felt as if you’d seen it happen, just from hearing him come. And never in a million fucking years would you have expected the shower curtain to yank back, and Hopper’s eyes to lock with yours, as the water still poured behind him, dripping down his flushed face and chest, his softening (but still fucking massive) cock hanging at his thigh…

But that’s exactly what did happen. And Hopper was pissed. “Jesus Christ, (y/n)!” he shouted. “What the hell are you doing in here right now?!” He grabbed a towel off the rack beside you so quickly and with such force that it made you jump. “I’m s-sorry,” you stammered, and practically ran behind the safety of the door and shut it as quickly as possible.

Dinner that evening was…quiet. Awkward. Your mother had made mushroom ravioli (which you despised but Hopper loved). It was probably another of her pathetic attempts to make him love her. Of course, he never would. Not when she treated him the way she did. It was one thing to be religious, but your mother had lately become more rigid and uptight than ever before. Her ideas surrounding sex now bordered on puritanical. This drove Hopper crazy because he had an incredibly strong sexual appetite, and your mother was the total opposite. Early in their marriage, Hopper had loved your mother enough to put up with her sex drive being lower than his; but now, she rarely accepted any of his sexual advances. And although she didn’t know it, your mother’s dismissal of Hopper just made his desires for you burn hotter.

You sat across the table from him, avoiding his intense stare, feeling your cheeks burn in both shame and lust. How would you ever be able to look him in the eye again after what had happened earlier that night?

Hopper was staring holes through you, however. He was absolutely humiliated, and wanted to make you as uncomfortable under the intensity of his gaze as you had made him feel when you saw him naked in the shower. And the worst part of all was that he had no way of knowing how long you’d been standing there, how much you’d heard?

As dinner drew to a close, Hopper made up his mind to confront you about it. He would wait till after your mother had fallen asleep, then come to your room and have an uncomfortable, but necessary chat. He HAD to know how much of his shower activities you’d been witness to. Had you heard him groaning your name as he’d blown his load? It made him feel guilty and horny at the same time, knowing you might now be aware of his sick, hungry lust for you.

You excused yourself early from the dinner table. You couldn’t stand the tension of sitting under Hopper’s stare any longer. And also…you were horny as fuck. It was impossible to be sitting across from Hopper, now knowing what he looked like naked, that his cock was even bigger than you’d imagined it being…the way his hair was still damp and slicked back from his shower as he sat across the table from you, glaring and fuming, like he wanted to smack the shit out of you for what you’d done, for spying on him…

As soon as you closed your bedroom door, your hand immediately slid under the waistband of your shorts. You ran to your nightstand and pulled open the drawer. Inside, you found your collection of sex toys, and grabbed the largest dildo you owned. It may have been a poor substitute for Hopper’s cock, but it was all you had. As you rubbed the tip of the silicone cock against your clit, your body was so ready that you nearly came from that subtle stimulation alone. When you spread your lips with your fingers and pressed it inside you, your eyes rolled back as you replayed Hopper’s image in the shower in your mind. God, he was perfection. The way the water had dripped along his shoulders and down his chest, getting caught in the coarse hair that grew there… You imagined what it would feel like to be that water, licking down Hopper’s body, tasting his skin…

Your head was relaxed back on your pillows as you fucked yourself, imagining Hopper grabbing you and pulling you into the shower with him, forcing open your mouth and making you suck him hard again, then drink a second round of his cum as his cock pulsed it down your throat. The soft moans leaving your lips grew progressively louder…so loud that you didn’t even hear your bedroom door open, then close, and lock…

A hand covered your mouth; your eyes flew open. Hopper was staring down at you, his expression completely changed from moments before over the table. His chest was practically heaving, he was breathing so hard. With his palm covering your mouth, he raised a finger from his free hand to his lips, instructing you to stay quiet. His eyes traveled between your legs, where your dildo was buried six inches inside you. “Keep going,” Hopper whispered, his voice unlike you’d ever heard it before. In this moment, he sounded…dangerous. Like he was using every ounce of restraint he had to keep from doing something he’d later regret.

Hopper’s hand covered yours, the one holding the dildo. “I said…” his blue eyes slid back up to yours, and you shivered. “…keep going…”

He pushed down carefully on your hand, causing the dildo to move inside you. You whimpered involuntarily at the sensation it caused. In less than a minute, Hopper’s hand had completely replaced yours in holding the dildo, your own hand falling slack to the bed beside you as he fucked your cunt with the toy.

Hopper bent his face to your pussy and sucked at your clit while thrusting the dildo into you, stroking your walls with a speed and pressure you hadn’t been able to achieve on your own. His dick was so hard that the constriction of his pants was painful. Hopper moved a hand quickly to his crotch and undid his fly, letting his cock hang out, bobbing occasionally as he continued to fuck your pussy with the dildo, licking and sucking at your swollen bud.

Hopper slid a hand under your ass and spread your cheeks, his index finger penetrating you there as well. Your hole puckered and sucked him in, and now he was eating you out, fucking your cunt and fingering your ass all at once. You’d never been handled so masterfully in your life. It was as if Hopper had invented the female body, the way he knew you so intimately, so perfectly, his tongue and fingers working over you with the precision of an artist…

When you came, it was intense. Your orgasm lifted you up, out of yourself, like you’d been pulled to Heaven, before landing you back in your body to ride out the second half of your release, your cunt spraying the sheets beneath you, wetting Hopper’s face, slicking his beard. For at least three seconds, you lost consciousness, coiling and uncoiling again and again under Hopper’s ministrations.

…and then, he was on top of you, impatient, greedy, his heat covering you, the slick of your juices, his sweat and spit sticking to your body as he bit and kissed, and licked and sucked at your skin. Your body convulsed as Hopper entered you, roughly, his cock so much thicker than your toy. He pumped into you with such force that you came again after only a few thrusts, your walls clenching and squeezing every drop of cum out of him. Hopper didn’t mean to come inside you, but he couldn’t help it. You felt too good, he’d wanted this for so long…Hopper sprayed your unprotected cunt with his seed, and immediately cursed himself for his weakness, for his inability to pull out in time.

As he lifted himself off of you, the two of you looked between your bodies at the mess of Hopper’s cum leaking out of you.

“Shit…” Hopper growled. “Fucking shit…” He covered his face in his hands, the implications of what he’d done hitting him like a truck. You reached for him, touching his shoulder, and tried to assure him everything would be okay…but once again, Hopper wouldn’t look at you.

Instead, he looked at the dildo he’d thrown onto the floor before replacing it inside you with his cock in a moment of blind, self-serving lust. He could have kept fucking you with the toy, could have forced himself to accept that and move on…But in a moment of selfish, fuck-hungry greed, Hopper had lost all self control, and had not only put his dick inside you, but his cum as well. And potentially, so much more.

“I am…” Hopper’s voice faltered. “So sorry, (y/n).” He rubbed his forehead between his hands. “I didn’t mean to…usually I don’t come so…you just felt so goddamned tight…”

“It’s okay, Hopper,” you assured him. “Nothing’s going to happen.” You sighed. “We both fucked up, okay? It’s not just you.”

Hopper smiled weakly, grateful for your words. “We won’t let it happen again, will we?” he said. You couldn’t tell if he was asking you, or telling you. But regardless, Hopper was right. You couldn’t do this again. No matter how fucking good it had felt…it was still wrong. A mistake…a selfish, carnal, hedonistic mistake made in the heat of the moment.

“It won’t happen again,” you said. Hopper nodded, satisfied with your response. He apologized again, then left your bedroom to go help your mother finish cleaning the dishes.

You rolled over onto your side and fluffed your pillow, exhausted and ready for sleep. You glanced at your discarded dildo on the floor and smiled sadly, aware that from now on, no cock could ever make you feel as good as Hopper’s had…

my wife does not get tired easily, indeed

I'm so shy to ask but anyway, can i request a Jealous!Larissa x Innocent!Reader, where Principal Weems is just so tired of seeing men and women trying to hit on HER Y/n the whole day and Y/n js casually talk to those people without realising she's being hit on,then Principal shows her who she belongs,

(IDK HOW TO MAKE A REQUEST I'M VERRY SORRY, I REALLY LOVE YOUR FICS SOMUCHHHH!)

Hers.

summary: larissa doesn't like when people flirt with what isnt theirs.

pairings: larissa weems x reader

word count: 2k.

warnings: mistress kink, dom!larissa, jealousy and possessive!larissa, kind of angry sex, innocent!reader, younger/older relationship dynamic.

a/n: this was so hot to write omg. I love love writing jealous larissa. And thank u so much for sending this request in! I hope you like it! <3

All day Larissa has watched countless women and men just casually flirt with her person right in front of her. It’s astonishing none of them were reported missing (and it’s not like she can do much about it anyway being the principal of nevermore academy already has a reputation amongst the normies of society) but god it was just so frustrating to watch, them try to flatter you, complement you, place their hands on your shoulder and the entire time you were so oblivious to what they were doing and how they were talking to you that you didn't see the way Larissa’s face had flushed with anger and jealousy. 

And it wasn’t easy to break Larissa. She was just so overprotective of you that it was hard enough to deal with people eying you when she was right there next to you and they were looking at you like you were a meal they’d love to take a bite out of. 

She would never let that happen, ever, not in a heartbeat. 

She tried to keep her cool all day until the two of you got home, but then something inside her snapped. 

There was a new professor at the academy after last year's incident with Hyde that was involved with many deaths around town and the trauma that brought to everyone there. Immediately out of everyone that had caught her attention was you, her beloved. And she just couldn’t take it anymore. 

She walked up to the professor that was trying to chat you up, with their smiles and flirtatious remarks, her blood boiled, her hands were practically in a fist. Then once you had saw her, your eyes softened and your hand reached out for her to grab and her heart melted. 

“Hi honey” you smiled, “ready to go home?” 

She nods, pulling you in for a needy, passionate kiss. 

When she pulled away, you were all breathless and your face burned. 

“What was that for?” you asked. 

“Just reminding people that you’re mine” she grins, sending a warning glare to the other woman whose face turned pale. 

“Uh, I’ll see you both later. Goodbye.” and with that, she’s gone. 

Larissa smirks. She feels much relief when she walks off in such a hurry. But there’s still this horrid feeling of jealousy lingering inside her of how all day she’s had to keep her cool and not say anything until now. She wonders if you even noticed, but she knows better that you wouldn’t. Not when you’re so in love with her. 

Still just the way they kept staring at you like that… just doesn’t feel right. 

“Are you ready to go home my love?” you ask the silver blonde who nods.  

“Yes, let’s go home.” 

–

The ride back was rather awkward. She listened to your vents and talked about your day and then she’d talk about hers and dinner plans for tonight. There was tension in the car between you both that you didn’t even catch on. Though Larissa loves you dearly, she just wishes you weren’t so oblivious all the time. 

“Honey?” your voice snaps her out of her thoughts as she lets out a him. “Are you okay? You looked like you were spaced out there for a second.” 

Oh so now you notice her change of mood. 

Larissa wants to say she’s fine. But she knows that isn’t fair on you or her for this relationship to work. She has to tell you the truth, because she’d hate to lose you over something so stupid. 

“Can we uh talk about… what happened today?” Larissa asks, guestrig with her hand for you to sit on your shared bed with her. 

“Sure!” you beamed, “but we’ve already talked about today?” you said, tilting your head to the side, looking dumbfounded and she wants to laugh at how adorable that was. 

“Yes, but… There’s something you must know” she pauses, maybe she doesn’t have to bring this up, maybe she can just cook dinner with you and forget about it all and just go on the rest of the night pretending today was just fine. But she loves you so much that she just couldn’t. “All day, did you see the way men and women were looking at you like they wanted a bite out of you whenever they had the chance to talk to you?” she watches you blink, still confused and she continues. “I just couldn’t stand it my love! Their lingering touches, obvious flirtatious remarks of my lover, my person! I just… my temper got the better of me and all I wanted to do was scream at them all that you’re mine. Scream at the world, the universe, that you are my love. Not theirs.” 

She finally lets herself breathe after that confession. She closes her eyes and takes a breath in and out. Just like how her father taught her how to handle whenever her emotions got too overwhelming for her to the point where she feels like she’s going to break. 

You watch her intently. Trying to think back on all the nice conversations you’ve had with other people today and even the ones you’ve met for the first time. Now that you look back, there was something on in the way they’d touch your arm, place their hands on your shoulders or stand a little too close for your liking. You tried to think it was just friendliness, but if it was just that it wouldn't have bothered Larissa that much. And you care so much about her that you hate that she's feeling like this. 

“Oh honey I didn’t know… truly, if I did. I would have ended the conversation immediately if they were doing anything inappropriate.” 

The silver blonde stands up with a humourless chuckle as she rolls her eyes. “My love, that's the point! It was inappropriate! The touches! The stares! The way they talked to you! In public of all places it was just inappropriate and not at all professional!” she growls, throwing her hands up in the air as she’s now pacing around the bedroom. 

You tried reaching out to her, but you knew better than in moments like this she just needed her space. 

“My love I… what can I do to make you feel better again? to not let you worry ever again about anybody taking me away from you?” you asked with a soft smile, trying to keep your hands to yourself. 

Her lips curled into a grin and there was a glint in her eyes of all the things she wants to do to you right now that would definitely make her feel better. 

“Take your clothes off.” she demanded, with her hands on her hips. 

You do as you're told. Taking your time to get out of your work clothes and your heart was beating so fast against your chest you thought it would rip out of you from the way she was looking at you like that. 

When you’re standing bare in front of her, cheeks heating up and she practically coos at how cute you look, all shy and flustered. 

“God you drive me crazy” she growls, pressing her lips to yours as she pulls you in for a rough passionate kiss. 

Your mouth opens to a moan as your hands go to touch at her sides, but she slaps them away and you yelp, giving her puppy dog eyes and pouty lips. 

“Mistress… please, let me touch you” you mewl. 

Oh how badly she’d love for you to touch her, fuck her, but no. this was a much needed reminder of who you belong to. It’s been a bit where she’s put her marks on your skin. 

And this time she will make it visible. 

“No,” she said sternly, shaking her head. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name out, begging for me to let you come. Making sure even the neighbors hear how good I fuck your tight cunt with my cock.” 

You whine at her words, your thighs clenching together at the arousal pulsing through you. 

“Please…” you whimper as she grabs you and flips you on your stomach with your ass in the air and gives it a slap, earning another whimper from you, “please…” 

“Please what? Mhm?” she teases her fingers into your dripping cunt, pumping them in and out of you slowly at a tormenting slow pace. 

“Please fuck me mistress,” you whined. 

“Now how can I deny that?” she chuckles, withdrawing her digits out of you as she gets off the bed, making you wait there for her. 

You only heard the sounds of her shuffling around the room, curiosity spikes in you like a flame that she ignited. Your pussy throbbing with want and need and your legs already ached, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to be filled, no, you needed to be filled by her. You wanted her to stuff you, fuck you rough, get the sounds out of you, make you scream her name out. 

She climbs back onto the bed, placing her hands on your hips as she pulls you against her front and you gasp as you feel the tip of the dildo at your entrance, she’s teasing you, of course she is. But fuck do you love it so much when she does. 

Larissa eyes you. Taking in your gorgeous form in front of her like you were a fallen angel and she was the demon claiming you. Larissa couldn’t wait any longer than you did as she’s slipping in her fake silicone cock inside your tight hole after she coats it with your wetness and lube so it wouldn’t hurt too much for you, but she knows you can handle anything she gives you. you whined happily, finally having something inside you, stretching you out wonderfully. 

“Fuck, oh god–” you gasped. She pulls out of you again before slapping her hips with yours at a brutal pace that just feels so good you already feel your eyes welling up. “Larissa!” you moaned as she thrust the strap in and out of you. 

“Yes, my love?” she chuckles. “Aw, is somebody ready to come?” 

You whined loudly, feeling your tears already streaming down your cheeks as you choked out a sob, “please let me come… oh please.” you begged. 

“Mhm I don’t think I should let you come, baby, since it seemed you were enjoying the attention you got today from all those people flirting with what isn’t theirs, touching what doesn’t belong to them, if only they know who you makes you scream the loudest when you get fucked like the filthy girl you are.” she gowls, fucking into you harder. 

“I’m yours, please, I’m only yours, I only belong to you, my love. Nobody else loves me good like you to, nobody can fuck me the way you do, only you can make me feel this good, please, let me come.” you whined. 

She smiles softly, pressing a kiss to your back before whispering into your ears. “Come for me, my love. You deserve it.” 

You come loudly with a cry of her name spilling from your lips like dripping honey. The sound is so sweet to her ears she never gets bored of that sound. It’s better than any song she’s ever heard. She doesn’t need music when you sing for her so beautifully. 

“Good girl, that’s it, I’ve got you” she coos, helping you ride out your high until you’ve had enough. Your body goes limp and even though she can very much go all night long without getting tired, you have needs that she can happily tend to before going for more rounds. 

Larissa kisses up your body, leaving marks anywhere she can as you sigh dreamily at the touch of her lips on your skin. Fuck does she love you so good you could cry again. 

“You know I love you right? Only I belong to you” you say, looking at her like she was your entire world, no, she was your universe, your tears, your anger, your everything in between. 

She smiles, nodding as she cups your face in her hands. “I do, and I love you too, my beloved.” 

And with that she presses her lips to yours, like she was sealing that very promise of her love to you.

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i had three fic ideas.  wrote one.  i still have three fic ideas.  this is not how math is supposed to work.

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