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he definitely warmed her up

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡

━━━━━‧₊˚➛ hopper and you team up during the search party for the missing boy.

pairing ‧₊˚➛ jim hopper x afab!reader

tags ‧₊˚➛18+ content, smut || unprotected sex

w.c.‧₊˚➛1098

a.n. ‧₊˚➛ this is in list format.

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❥ when everyone splits into groups to search the woods for that missing kid, hopper somehow ended up stalking the night with you by his side.

❥ you followed a bit slower behind him, the yelling of other voices searching the woods starting to fade in the distance.

❥ the woods began to get dark and you pushed yourself up against hopper’s side making him arch a brow at you. 

❥ hopper tried to ignore the tightening of his pants as you clung to him, every small sound making you jump.

❥ a cold breeze made its way between your legs and hopper could feel you shivering.

❥ “why would you wear a skirt to this?”

❥ “i didn’t think we’d be out here this long.”

❥ hopper slides off his warm jacket and drapes it around your shoulders. 

❥ you both make eye contact as his fingers brush against your shoulders. you gulp, watching his muscles move under his tight uniform top.

❥ hopper clears his throat and continues walking.

❥ “maybe we should head back?” you offered, cold and scared. 

❥ “we still have so much ground to cover. maybe you shouldn’t have split up with the chief of police.”

❥ your core warmed at his title, remembering just who you were roaming the woods with.

❥ he sees your eyes hooded and sad. if only you weren’t cold. then you’d be fine to walk with him all night.

❥ hopper halts and stares at you. you look up in confusion, wondering what he’s thinking. 

❥ his eyes go dark. “i know what will warm you up. but you won’t like it.”

❥ you eye him. “try me.” 

❥ hopper bends over and motions for you to jump on his back. you feel your face heat profusely. you shyly jump on.

❥ he was right. your chest pressed against his warm body and his arms hooked around your legs warms you right up. 

❥ you cling tightly to him, holding the flashlight over his shoulder so he can hold onto both of your legs. 

❥ hopper readjusts you, his hands snaking under your skirt without him realizing and a bit too close to your bum. your core aches.

❥ when you hear a branch break in the distance, you push yourself flat against hopper, your free hand wrapped against his chest. he can feel your hardened nipples pressed against his back and he tries to calm his breathing.

❥ “you always this jumpy?”

❥ as you keep waking, your legs hook around hopper’s waist, trying to keep yourself from slipping off of him. you don’t realize your foot’s placement until hopper clears his throat. “kid…”

❥ you rest your head on his shoulder, your cheeks almost touching. “hm?”

❥ “do ya… uhm... mind moving your foot?”

❥ you arch your brow and look down over his chest to see the way your foot was hooked by his belt and rubbing against his crotch with each step. 

❥ completely embarrassed you pull your foot back and try to slide off his back.

❥ “it’s fine, kid.” hopper tries to tell you. his hands still holding your legs as you try to push off of him. you struggle against him and his hand finds your ass, pulling you against his back. 

❥ “hopper!” 

❥ he finally drops you and spins around, “i didn’t mean to—“ he realizes how close he is to you, your back pressed up against a tree. your face is hot and you’re panting, your skirt hiked up from the struggle. 

❥ you stare at one another for a moment. an owl hoots in the stance and you jump, closing your eyes. hopper uses that time to press himself up against you. 

❥ you feel his hard on pressed to your thigh and you drop the flashlight in your hand.

❥ “chief…” you mumble. 

❥ hopper can’t help it anymore, he grabs your waist and pulls you up to him, and leans your back against the tree.

❥ you gasp as he pushes your skirt all the way up, your eyes still wide in shock as the chief of police pushes your underwear to the side. 

❥ he rubs his finger along your soaking slit a few times before losing all self-control and pulling his cock out for you.

❥ he thrusts into you and your nails dig into his back. 

❥ you moan loudly as he bottoms out.

❥ hopper pounds into you relentlessly, leaving bruises on your hips and back.

❥ the sound of your wet pussy as hopper slides into you echos against the trees. 

❥ the sun is mostly set now and a warm light flickers across hopper's face.

❥ hopper swears and grunts as he fills you up. without warning, he comes inside of you. he doesn’t stop rutting into you until every last drop of his seed fills you. 

❥ your legs are shaking around him, your fingers clenching against hopper’s jacket that’s draped around you.

❥ when hoppers sets you down, there’s sound of footsteps approaching you. a few other people show up and stare at the two of you out of breath. 

❥ “we heard screaming.” 

❥ they eye you both uncomfortably as hopper tries to catch his breath and appear casual. the others see the flashlight on the ground and the disheveled leaves beneath your feet.

❥ you both shamefully walk back, exiting the woods knowing those couple of people definitely knew hopper just fucked the shit out of you. 

❥ the next night when the search party ensues again, hopper grabs your hand and pulls you off with him. he doesn’t care if people see. he’s been thinking about your warm cunt all day and wants to bury himself inside you again, whether you like it or not. 

❥ before long, barely out of sight of the others, hopper pushes you to the ground.

❥ you try to act like you don’t want this, but you were already soaking wet. 

❥ conveniently, you wore a skirt again. you were on all fours and you heard hopper undoing his belt. 

❥ he soon finds his way into you, pushing your head down and pulling your ass up to meet his hips. 

❥ he fucks you into the ground, your hair entangling with leaves. he groans loudly and you can feel tears welling in your eyes as you moan. 

❥ hopper comes inside you with loud growls, filling you up like before. he almost wishes his seed would take hold.

❥ he looks down and watches you twitch beneath him, his come leaking out around his cock.

❥ when you stand up, your legs are trembling and hopper helps brush you off. he bends down and motions for you to jump on. 

❥ his warm hands hold you close as he carries you the rest of the night. your head resting against his shoulder. 

my comfort reading of the day

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐭. 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

━━━━━‧₊˚➛ nsfw abcs for jim hopper. [if you don't know what the nsfw abcs are, it's basically a quick list of headcanons for each letter of the alphabet on how i think jim would act in said prompt]

pairing ‧₊˚➛ jim hopper x gn!reader

tags ‧₊˚➛18+ content, smut, mention of kinks, sex acts, fantasies, oral sex, the whole nine yards. mostly gn!reader. a few afab terms like breeding kink and implying reader can get pregnant. fingering. reader mentioned wearing a skirt once. degradation kink. praise kink. dominate!jim.

w.c.‧₊˚➛3208

a.n. ‧₊˚➛ had fun doing this. feel free to request other characters for me to do this for.

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[ A ] aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jim will do anything you need after sex. Want to just cuddle? He’ll hold you in his arms all night. Need a shower? He will carry you there. Sore? He’ll give you a massage (and even an ice pack when needed, though he always feels bad when he’s so rough). 

Always the gentleman, of course he’ll clean you up right after. He doesn’t care if it’s a hook-up or a long-term relationship, he’s not just going to roll over and be done with it. He’s grabbing his t-shirt or fetching a towel and wiping you down before you even have the chance to say anything. 

He’s also super into praising. Even if the sex you just had was dirty and rough, afterwards he can’t help but be sweet and gentle, telling you how beautiful you look. How good you are to him. How amazing you felt. How much he just wants to be with you forever. Placing small kisses on your forehead and cheeks. 

[ B ] body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jim Hopper is a thighs guy. Don’t get me wrong, he loves your ass and chest too, but your thighs?! He goes crazy. Loves squeezing them and rubbing them. He loves when you wear stockings that make your thighs billow at the sides. And when you wear shorter skirts and/or shorts, he’s done for. Especially if you’re sitting down because of course that makes your thighs accentuated. He’s always resting a hand on the top of your thigh. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most of the time.

On himself? Hopper’s pretty self conscious, but you’ve convinced him that his dad bod is hot hot hot. Even if he doesn’t believe it himself all the time, he smirks whenever he’s wearing his shirt a little bit more unbuttoned than usual (or unbuttoned all together) because you’ll be all over him. And he loves it when you get handsy.  

[ C ] cum (anything to do with cum, basically) 

My man loves to come inside you. But he would never beg you to let him. He doesn’t even bring it up. He is always cautious and uses a condom. Eventually you tell him he doesn’t have to wear one, but he has to pull out. He doesn’t bat an eye and does as you say, happy you came to this conclusion on your own. 

One day, in the middle of sex, right before he’s about to come, he asks “where do you want me?” and you reply “inside me.” He’s caught completely off guard and quickly double checks with you on what you just said. Then he finishes deep inside you and groans like a wild fucking animal, loving the way he seeps out of you. Sex is never the same after that for either of you. There’s just something about the way this man likes to fill you up. And you love to feel his warm seed drip out of you. 

[ D ] dirty secret 

This is something he’ll never tell you because he’s embarrassed and he thinks it’s wrong (though it’s pretty vanilla all things considered). But after he first met you, he was completely entranced. He never thought someone like you would ever be into someone like him. He couldn’t get you out of his mind. So much so that you started popping into his head while he was jerking off. He tried to block you out, he felt bad knowing you two barely knew each other and here he was, imagining what it would feel like to be buried inside you. Eventually, he just gave in, and he pictures you almost every time to get off now.

[ E ] experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced enough. He’s had multiple hook-ups, he was even married for a time. But he still hasn’t done a lot of shit. So it’s never dull in the bedroom. Plus, he’s completely obsessed with you, so sex is amazing every time no matter what.

And he’s pretty fucking good. He listens to you and wants to do what pleases you, and honestly, that makes him better in bed than most of the people you’ve been with. Whatever you want, he’ll do it. He always wants you to finish first. He learns exactly what you like, memorizes your body and where you react the most. He is pretty proud of the fact that he can make you come in under 5 minutes if needed. 

[ F ] favorite position

He wants to say missionary because of the perfect view. You can kiss. He can see your chest glowing with beads of sweat. He can see the way your bodies are connecting if he looks down. You’re able to cling onto him and dig your nails into his back. He can hit you pretty hard in this position too. He can bury his face in your neck. He loves squishing you into the mattress and watching you squirm beneath him. It’s just an overall great position. 

But….. he goes crazy when you ride him. He loves watching you take control. (but usually he only lets you do that in the beginning, things always end with him dominating you.) He loves being able to squeeze and hold your ass and thighs. He can watch you roll your eyes into the back of your head and throw your head backward in ecstasy. He just loves seeing you pleasure yourself on him at your own pace. 

And of course, he loves to bend you over and fuck you as hard as he can sometimes. What can I say? My man is versatile. 

[ G ] goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jim can definitely be goofy. He loves making little silly comments that make you giggle. Or little remarks like “Oh, did you want something, sweetheart?” while you’re basically on your knees begging him to fuck you. 

But most of the time he’s pretty serious. He tends to get a bit deep and gruff when he’s with you. He’s so focused on pleasing you and watching you unravel underneath him that there’s no time for humor. He turns into dark!hopper whenever he’s turned on. (pheeewwww) 

[ H ] hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Jim is somewhat hairy. His chest, happy trail, the works. He keeps it mostly natural and god do you love it. His lower region he keeps clean and well groomed for you though. When he’s single he doesn’t care, but when he’s with you?! He gets nervous just the same as you do and wants to make sure he looks good. 

[ I ] intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romantic!!! Jim is so sensual and romantic when you get intimate. He likes to take his time and roam your entire body. He’s slow and passionate. He wants you to be crying out because he’s fucking you so good. However, once you get a little closer with him, occasionally he can get a bit aggressive (of course only when you consent). But he can’t control himself and sometimes he’ll slam you against a wall and take you. Or call you dirty names while making your eyes water from him face fucking you. He’s even been known to ‘punish’ you on occasion. 

[ J ] jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s just like every other dude and jacks off regularly. But once you enter his life, he holds off. He knows how much better he’ll feel finishing with you around him rather than his own hand. And the build-up makes everything better. It’s why sometimes he’ll finish a bit prematurely, because he hasn’t gotten off in over a week, just waiting to have you moaning beneath him. 

[ K ] kinks

Size kink. Oh lord. I think it goes without saying that my guy loves knowing he’s so much bigger than you. He loves having to bend over to be eye level with you. He loves how small you look while you’re straddled on top of him. He loves all the faces you make when he fills you up, knowing you’ve never had anyone quite as big as Jim. He loves being able to throw you around a bit. Loves seeing your tiny hand wrap around his cock. Loves intertwining your fingers, your hand getting lost in his. He embraced his size and absolutely loses his mind at all these little details. 

Breeding kink. Yeah… He loves coming inside you, and why do you think that is? Yes it feels so good, but he loves the idea of getting you pregnant. Whether or not he’s actually ready for (or even wants) more kids is besides the point. He just can’t get over the idea of his seed taking hold. (and he loves a little role play—he likes it when you pretend you don’t want him to finish inside you, but he does it anyway…) 

This one kind of goes with the next prompt (location). He likes exhibitionism. Mainly in the sense that he likes the idea of almost getting caught. He wants people to know you’re his. If you still live at home, he wants to fuck you in your bedroom, the thrill of having to be quiet so your parents don’t catch you both drives him crazy. He’s even pulled over on the side of the road to fuck you. It was late and no one was on the road, but the idea of someone driving by and catching the chief of police…. 

[ L ] location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes the classics: a bed. He likes the room to be able to do what he wants with you, so having you sprawled out on his mattress is the best thing.

His truck. His fucking truck. Loves when you ride him. It’s a tight fit so usually you have to be the one on top, and he loves seeing you so close against him while you try not to hit the roof of his truck. Every time you wear skirts (if you wear them), it seems to happen. He also lives for the thrill of being caught a little bit. He wants everyone to know how desperate you are to have him.

His office. It definitely made him nervous at first, but bending you over his work desk and fucking the shit out of you while his coworkers are down the hall is so hot to him. Usually, he’s pretty good at keeping quiet and making you stay quiet, but he has gotten carried away before while fucking you against the wall, then knocked over all his shit on his desk. When you left, the others could definitely tell what just happened. 

[ M ] motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. I mean, once Hopper really falls for a person, it seems like he turns into a sex addict. Not really, but he just can never seem to have enough of you. You definitely use that to your advantage and make sure to wear outfits you know to drive him crazy when you’re both out. He gets really quiet and is just waiting until you get back to his truck so he can punish you for teasing him. 

[ N ] no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like BDSM. He just doesn’t get the love around hurting your partner. You asked him to choke you once, and he was okay with that. He liked seeing his big hand wrap easily around your neck. And a little slap on the ass is good too, but he doesn’t like anything more than that. He does, however, unintentionally leave bruises on you. He doesn’t always remember how much bigger he is than you and will lose track of himself and not realize how tight he’s holding you or how forceful he pushed you against the wall. He definitely prefers to be gentle. 

[ O ] oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Who doesn’t like to get their dick sucked? He loves when you go down on him, but he definitely prefers to come inside you instead of your mouth. Nothing compares to how that feels. But he does love seeing you on your knees, struggling and choking around his cock. 

He loves giving. Your legs wrapped around him, your fingers pulling at his hair? Yeah, he’s obsessed with that. Loves seeing you squirm and buck into his mouth. The fact that he’s causing all that is enough to make him come himself. He’s been known to jack off/rub against the bed while his head is between your legs and making himself come the same time you do. 

[ P ] pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be both. Sometimes he just wants to fuck you real slow, your bodies pressed flat against one another, leaving kisses along your jaw and lips. His growls are usually deep and long. He loves torturing you too. You’ll buck against him, begging him to go faster, but he’ll hold you down, telling you to be patient. 

And sometimes he wants to go slow, but he can’t help it and ends up being a bit rough. And a lot of the times Jim is fast and rough, bending you over, grabbing your hips tightly, thrusting into you hard and fast. His groans and growls are loud and constant. 

[ Q ] quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He definitely likes to take his time, even when he fucks you fast and hard. There’s usually a lot of build-up. Foreplay is all about you. He loves teasing you, touching you, slowly stripping you, fingering you until you’re bucking against his hand. But he doesn’t mind a good quickie. You turn him on so much, that sometimes he can fuck you in his truck or his office in under 5 minutes. 

[ R ] risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nothing crazy, but he likes the idea of being caught as mentioned previously. He’s fucking you against his truck in the dark parking lot, in his office, at your house when your parents are home, on the side of the road. He almost hopes someone sees. He wants everyone to know how good he fucks you. And sometimes people are in disbelief that someone like you is with him, and he wants them to see just how much you want and beg for it. 

[ S ] stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last a long time if needed, but usually he comes relatively quickly. He mastered the art of riling you up just enough so when he finally enters you, you both come at the same time even though he doesn’t last long. 

He usually can go for 2 rounds, but if you’re really horny, you can make him go as many rounds as you want. It’s easy to get him going again when he’s so attracted to you. 

[ T ] toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I’m going to assume that toys weren’t that popular in the 80s?! Or maybe just more taboo? Either way, hopper has nothing against them, but he doesn’t need them. He can make you come easily without them. Even if you’re someone who’s struggled to climax in the past, Hopper makes it his mission to make you feel as good as possible. 

However, he would find it extremely hot if he ever caught you using a toy (or just masturbating in general). 

[ U ] unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, boy, does Hopper like to tease you. He absolutely loves when you whine and complain. It turns him on so much. He loves when you act like a little brat. And you’ve been known to tease him, especially in public, and he’ll make sure to get his revenge. But yeah, Hop loves making you beg for it. He’ll finger you and then stop abruptly as you whine and cry for him to keep going. And he will eventually (he doesn’t like the idea of leaving you hanging) but he waits until you are begging for it. Pleading on your knees that you’ll be a good girl. 

[ V ] volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

OH man. Here we go! Hopper is loud by nature. His voice his deep and booming. It’s enough to make someone jump. And he definitely sounds how you’d expect during sex. He grunts a lot, growls, and groans. He's pretty vocal in his moaning. It’s hard for you both to have sneaky, quiet sex because Hopper is the one making way too much noise. You’ve often had to cover his mouth with your hand to try and keep his voice at bay. He’s even loud when he’s going down on you. He’ll be humming and groaning as you squeeze your thighs around his head. He can’t help it. 

[ W ] wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Hopper is pretty obviously a dom. He is always in control (for the most part) and loves dominating you. But once, you had decided to try something different. You demanded that he got on his knees. Hopped eyed you suspiciously, one of his eyebrows raising, and debated on whether to listen to you or not. Reluctantly, he did what you said. You instructed him not to touch you while you took what you wanted from him. Jim tried to not listen a few times and reach up to touch you, but you slapped his hand away. You degraded him, called him a bad boy. That certainly made Hopper tingle. By the end of things, he was crying out for you, begging you to let him finish, his hands digging into the mattress. 

This isn’t something he’s always game for, but from time to time, he likes to be your bitch for the night. 

[ X ] x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I mean… he’s definitely big. I’d say 8-10 inches. Big. And his girth is….. yeah… Enough to make you have to adjust every time you have sex. 

[ Y ] yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a normal sex drive for someone his age. However, once you two are together, it definitely skyrockets. He’s always yearning for you. It’s rather frustrating because he thought he had gotten past that time in his life when he was uncontrollably horny. He’s even gotten hard at work just thinking about you. He hasn't had an uncontrollable boner since his twenties. It’s out of control how easily you get him going. 

[ Z ] zZz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Rather quickly. Jim works a lot, so he’s usually tired, duh. He’ll always make sure to take care of you after though. And he likes to cuddle with you until you both fall asleep. But he’s usually snoring before you even shut your eyes with his arm draped around you. If you try and roll over, his arm stops you, pulling you into his chest even though he’s fast asleep. 

i truly don't think i'll ever have enough hot hopper content, it's just not enough i NEED more to sleep good at night.

he apologized for starring at his own work i srly can't

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Jim Hopper x officer!f!reader You and Chief Hopper are stuck on prom duty. Warnings: NSFW, fingering, floor sex, unprotected sex, cop kink? reader goes commando A/N: no excuses, this is straight up self indulgent, sorry it kind of abruptly ends, xoxo

You were standing near the wall, shuffling back and forth to the music that was playing loudly throughout the dark school gym, your hips and shoulders swaying to the beat. It was prom night at Hawkins High and the gym turned dance floor was decorated, in your opinion, adorably. This year was an ocean theme, cut out drawings of sea creatures littering the walls, a themed snack table, and paper streamers dangling from the ceiling and doorway. The disco ball they had hung from the top of the gym has a blue light pointed at it, helping cast the room in a soft glow.

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Jim Hopper x mostly neutral fem!reader (there are two entirely self serving 'descriptors')

A/N: 2.8k words. Ayyyyyeeeee this is entirely a self-serving outlet for my on-going Harbour/Hopper mania. Spoiler free, basically just PWP. This is my first time writing for anyone other than G & his characters so if you enjoy, please do let me know. It makes my whole day reading tags & comments & reactions.

Warnings: 18+ only, it's not expressly stated in the writing but this is a scenario where consent has been discussed ahead of time and given enthusiastically.

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Your internal alarm clock was harder to turn off than his. 

Despite the sweet freedom of responsibility that the weekend lent you, consciousness settled in your bones at 7 A.M. like it did on any given day. Before you could even blink the sleep from your eyes, the heavy mass beside you stirred, taking the covers with him. Goosebumps littered your skin and you sleepily chased the stolen blankets.

Turning to your side, the view before you was just too good. Even through your still half-lidded eyes, the sight of Hopper on his back, dead to the world, mouth agape with a burly arm slung behind his head made you grin so hard your cheeks nearly burned. The station had been short-staffed for going on three weeks now and as chief, the brunt on the workload landed on his shoulders. The late hours required of him were becoming far too commonplace. Most nights you either went to bed alone or passed out on the couch trying to hold out till the sound of his work boots thudded across the threshold of the cabin once again. It was temporary, of course, but this unsustainable work life balance made the time you got to spend under the sheets with him even more precious.

"My hard working man," you mused under your breath, shifting on the mattress towards his warmth. You draped yourself along his side, nudging your way under his arm to find the nook where your head could rest comfortably. Your lover barely reacted, still held tightly by slumber, and you pressed a single kiss to his bare chest before letting your head rest heavy against him. The gentle rise and fall of his steady breath was so comforting you contemplated an attempt at falling back asleep. You shut your eyes tightly but the deep, grounding breath you took with hopes of ushering you back towards a REM cycle backfired. A cocktail of pheromones and the faint musk of too many cigarettes smoked the night before hit your senses and a vivid flashback played in your mind. Hopper's immense body between your thighs, the sting of his coarse facial hair against your skin and gasps of breath that punctuated desperate, honeyed kisses. 

You gasped softly, flooded with visions of the passion that you'd shared not even 24 hours ago.

"Be home in a half hour. Need to be inside you." was all his text said, and exactly thirty minutes later Hopper had barreled in through the front door of his cabin. You were frozen with anticipation, heart pounding and a warmth spreading through you core knowing what was to come. There was no point in asking what had him so suddenly fired up, Hop would only open up when he was ready to, but it wasn't the first time that the sight of something awful or investigating the worst of humanity had run him ragged and sent him in a frenzied bee line for your touch. The only salve that seemed to soothe him effectively was you, and knowing he trusted you enough to be his solace was an echelon of intimacy you'd never shared with anyone else.  

He didn't even try to get you to the bedroom yesterday. The second you were within his grasp Hopper's rough hands were under your dress, ripping your panties down your legs before toppling with you to the floor of the foyer. "Are you ready for me?" he panted into your ear, yanking his slacks down just past his hips and easing his length inside you the moment your breathless "yes" registered in his brain.

He unraveled you twice before he found his own release, and here, on a quiet Saturday morning, the memory cycled through your head in flashes. The coarse polyester uniform on the pads of your fingers, the sweat beading on his brow, the feral growl in the hollow of your neck as he spilled into you, and your body ached for him, the sensations as potent as they were in reality.

A whimper, louder than you expected, escaped your lips and immediately you craned your neck back to search for any signs of life on Hopper's face. You wanted him to get all the rest he needed, about as badly as you wanted him on top of you but the longer you laid there tucked into his side, inhaling his musk, pasted to his skin, the latter was beginning to win. Attempting to stifle your desperation, you clamped your eyes closed tightly and tried to cycle through the chores you'd need to get done this weekend, but with the room shut out, the memory of your primal daytime tryst reigned.

Unable to ignore the throbbing between your thighs a second longer, you rolled away from him just enough to let your knees fall apart. You snaked your arm down into your panties, desperate for relief, but before your fingertips found wetness you paused, wagering whether Hopper would be grumpier if you woke him up, or if he found out you got yourself off without inviting him to play, too. 

It was as good of a day as any to take a gamble, but if you've got to wake the bear, best to do it armed with honey, you reasoned, putting your own pleasure on hold to ease him from slumber the most pleasant way you knew how. 

You tackled the covers first, tugging them cautiously off his body so the cool air hitting his skin wouldn't shock him awake. Hopper stirred just as the sheets pooled around his feet and you froze in your spot, hovering over him until his furrowed brow relaxed back into a blissful stillness again. Centering yourself between his brawny thighs, you perched on your shins and tackled the last obstacle, to get his boxers down over his hips without rousing him. Gingerly, you flattened your palms to his skin over the elastic waistband and stilled, pausing to let the touch settle before moving on. It seemed to work, Hop reacted no more than when the covers fell off of him, even as you set into motion again to drag them down and off his legs.

Grinning wildly over your achievement, you flung the plaid undergarments to the floor and took a moment to admire the sight of your lover's massive, peaceful figure. The surge of testosterone that reliably had him at attention most mornings had done some of the work for you, and your mouth watered seeing him nearly all the way hard already. Planting your palms firmly on the mattress by his hips, you dipped down, teasing the very tip of his cock with a few gentle swipes of your tongue. You flicked your eyes up to Hopper's face, but seeing that he was still happily snoozing you amped the sensation up, dribbling his member with your spit and slipping his tip into your mouth until all the blood his body could spare had rushed to harden him completely. Your head bobbed at a lazy pace, gradually increasing the suction around his impressive length as you worked. 

You got lost in your task, eyes blissfully shut and too focused on worshipping your man to remember to listen out for any signs of wakefulness. Shifting your weight into one arm, you freed a hand to wrap around the base of his cock and match your lips' every descent when suddenly there were fingers threading through your hair. You couldn't stifle the soft moan that echoed from your throat and your eyes fluttered open, gazing up without stopping to see Hopper's hazy stare cast down at you. A lusty groan rumbled out from his chest as you held his eye contact, swirling your tongue around his tip before swallowing him down your throat again. 

"Christ, baby," Hopper's voice was low, still thick with sleep but it set off goosebumps in your skin hearing his praise.

"No more alarm clocks in this house. Wake me up like this every morning," he grumbled, sounding halfway more conscious than the moment prior and raking his fingers through your strands again.

You freed him from your mouth and peppered his lower belly with kisses before sitting up on your knees to respond.

"Deal,"

Dropping back to your hands and knees, you crawled forward until your thighs straddled Hopper's hips and instinctively his hands groped your ass, digging into your softness with his thick fingers. The strength of his grip left behind a sting in your skin but it all melted away when his massive hands cupped your chin and pulled you in for a searing kiss. 

"The mouth on you, kid..." he trailed off, planting another appreciative peck on your lips. You whined unashamedly into his kiss, and when he broke away you buried your face in the crook of his neck, the sweet spot that always smelled so goddamn good.

"Hopper, please, I need you," you mumbled against his skin, widening your knees to drop your hips down and grind against his erection. 

"Take what you need, baby," he offered freely, as his palms smoothed down your sides to your hips, guiding you gently as you rocked against him, mimicking the way your body undulated when you rode him. But you needed more than just the fullness of penetration. You needed feel small, pinned under the grounding weight of your man, unable to feel or see or smell anything but him.

"No, I need you on top of me, please Hopper," you begged, lifting your head from it's nook to find his eyes. "Please?" you tried again in your sugariest tone. 

"Too tired," he huffed, "how about you just go for a ride?" Hopper's mustache twisted into a smirk and you felt his grip tighten on your fleshy hips, holding you in place and thrusting up to tease you with his hardness. 

You didn't counter immediately, deciding it was time for more pervasive action, and you grabbed his hand, barely able to get your fingers around his stocky wrist. You guided his hand between your bodies, under the waistband of your panties and before he'd even recovered his breath from feeling you dripping for him, you ducked to whisper into his ear. 

"Please, Chief?"

The title dripped from your lips and with no further protest you were flipped, slammed onto your back on the mattress. 

"You're gonna be the death of me, woman," Hopper groused, unamused by your triumphant giggle. "Get those off," he commanded, nodding to your panties as he settled his weight between your thighs, but before you could even attempt to obey, two fingers hooked onto the damp fabric and pulled them aside to the ditch of your thigh. 

"That'll work," he said, a lilt of cheekiness in his voice as he assessed his solution. Hopper gripped his cock, smearing the tip through your slickness just long enough that you knew he was dragging out your torture intentionally. But the whimper that he earned himself in the process broke him too, and he angled himself at your entrance, barely prodding into you. 

"Say it again," he demanded, stilling himself maddeningly close to where you wanted him most.

"Please fuck me, Chief," you crooned, digging your nails into his back desperately and gasping for oxygen as he finally indulged you, easing forward to bury himself deep inside you.

Hopper collapsed down onto you, caging your head with his burly arms and letting his weight pin you to the mattress, rocking his hips into you steadily. He fucked you at an indulgent pace, dropping his forehead to yours and clamping his eyes shut tightly. His hot breath flooded your chest and his jaw hung slack, intoxicated by the filthy sounds of the ample slickness he'd coaxed from your body already. Your arousal was all over him, painted on his pelvis and sticking to his pubic hair the way he liked it to be. 

The ability to speak had long left you but you communicated your enthusiasm in whines and gasps, sinking your claws into his back every time a thrust of his manhood went particularly deep. 

"Spread your legs more," Hopper panted, and your obedience payed off, fruitfully. With your hips widened, every time he pumped into you, his pubic bone ground into your clit, and your soft wail nearly jumped an octave from the intense pleasure.

"That's my girl," he praised with labored speech, feeling your walls flutter around his cock. The heat was rising in your belly and your hands frantically gripped his ass, urging him to continue and he rewarded you with a low growl that vibrated from his chest through to your own. Hopper's immense shoulders were beginning to glisten with sweat and you couldn't resist tasting him, scraping your teeth along his flesh. His hips stuttered in response, but all it took was a needy whine and a squeeze of your handful to route him back to his rhythm. 

Your rapture was just out of reach when Hopper dove for your neck and turned you inside out, attaching his lips to the sensitive spot that made you melt like ice cream on a sweltering August day. The room blurred to nothing but the scent of your sex and the huffs of your tremendous lover, pleasure plateauing in your core before bursting wide open and rushing through your entire body. Against your skin, you could feel him grit his teeth but Hopper didn't falter once as you clenched around him, driving himself into your wetness until the aftershocks slowed.

Your entire body went limp, exhausted and satiated, free now just to witness your man's pleasure. With your orgasm under his belt and now clearly awake, Hopper clambered up to his shins, cupping the backs of your knees with his palms to spread your legs further for his viewing pleasure. You remained pliable in your post high bliss, letting him position you as he wished, holding your knees apart with his sturdy hands. With your legs suspended in his grip, his gaze was focused on where your bodies met, watching intensely as he pulled nearly all the way out of you just to fill you back up again. His picked up his pace, mesmerized by the sight of your glistening folds taking his entire length over and over.

"You have no idea what you do to me," Hopper mused, still transfixed to your cunt and slamming into you with jarring thrusts. Just like he'd done the day prior, the memory that started this whole morning, growing needier and sloppier until he doubled over, groaning emphatically. You felt the warmth of his seed spilling into you, running your nails lighting through his hair as he hovered over you, his expansive chest heaving in a fight to regain his breath.

"Well good fucking morning to us," he quipped. Hop's wit had returned to him and he slipped his softening member out of you to collapse on his back beside you. "I'd say that performance merits a cup of coffee, huh?" he teased, as if he even had to ask. 

"After that, I'd say you deserve a whole ass meal," you played along, buttering him up shamelessly. Rolling to your side, you hitched your leg over his and nuzzled into his chest, swirling his chest hair around with your fingertips, an understated little display of affection that you both loved.

"Stay in bed, I'll go make us coffee and get something started for breakfast. You sir, need to refuel before round 2 tonight because we are most definitely doing that again," 

You climbed out of the bed on a mission and Hopper threw his arms over his head, smugly enjoying how insatiable you always were for him.

After a quick trip to clean up in the bathroom, you made your rounds through the kitchen, brewing up a dark roast and throwing some bacon in the cast iron to start frying while you brought your man his mug. Approaching the threshold of the door, you grinned mischievously, continuing your thought from earlier.

"Except next time, I think you should give me head before we fuck,"

But despite his usual enthusiasm for being on the giving end up the act, he said nothing in response. You perched on the door jamb, peering into the room to see what was occupying his attention and the sight had you biting down into your lip to keep from giggling. Exactly as you'd found him an hour earlier, Hopper was dead asleep. You tip-toed over to his nightstand and set the mug on the deep mahogany as gently as you could manage. With a quiet laugh and a light kiss to his cheek, you snuck back to the kitchen to let your hard working man get his beauty sleep. He'd need it after all. You weren't kidding about round 2.

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You knew it would piss Hopper off; that’s why you’d done it in the first place. During the two months you’d been working at the station (Flo hired you because she needed some extra help) you had gotten along well with everyone at work except the Chief of Police, Jim Hopper. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Hopper; even though he initially came off as a bit of a narcissistic son of a bitch, you admired him, enjoyed the way it felt to be near him (probably more than you should have, considering he was now your coworker).

When he started picking petty fights with you, you knew something was wrong. And it made you grow to resent him a little, mostly because your ego had been bruised by his lack of interest in you. Why hadn’t he noticed you, the way the other men in town did? You could have had your pick of men in Hawkins; you were never without a date, never without a number (or five, or ten) to call when you wanted to have a good time. But the only man you wanted to have a good time with seemed completely oblivious to your existence most of the time, and when he did notice you, it was with contempt and a snarky attitude.

So when Flo’s birthday rolled around and you suggested throwing her a little surprise party at the station, everyone seemed on board. Everyone, that is, except Hopper. And the worst part was, it didn’t even surprise you that he immediately shot down your idea, calling it ‘unnecessary,’ and ‘inappropriate for the workplace.’ He embarrassed you in front of the people who’d become your friends at the station; he had been a complete and utter dick, and you decided you’d had enough. One way or another, you were going to get him to admit that he hated you, and then find out WHY. So you left work a little early that day, and swiped the keys to Hopper’s Blazer on your way out when no one was looking. Trying to be as sneaky and subtle as possible, you walked outside and quietly unlocked the car, sliding inside and shutting the door behind you before anyone had time to see you.

You sat there in the driver’s seat, smelling Hopper everywhere in the car, noting the empty and half-empty packs of Camels littering the vehicle, the can of Coke in the nearest cup holder, and a couple of prescription pill bottles tossed on the ground. You grimaced, a little disgusted by the way he kept his car so…messy. It seemed unlike him, but you realized maybe you didn’t know him as well as you’d thought. It’s not like you could have predicted he would realize his keys had gone missing, and figure out it was you that had taken them, that he would storm out of the station and start banging on the window, snapping you out of your thoughts; except you did predict it, and he was at the window now, a huge flat palm pressed against the glass, his blue eyes darker than you’d ever seen them, glaring at you. His expression scared you a little, but you were glad to have elicited a reaction from him, happy you’d gotten his attention finally, even if it was for something bad.

“The fuck is this?” Hopper whisper-shouted through the glass. “Get out of my car.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, tauntingly. “Or what?”

Hopper glared at you. “Or I arrest you, right now,” he replied.

You scoffed. “For what??” You waved a hand at him dismissively. “I’m not scared of you.”

“Being charged with grand larceny of a motor vehicle?” Hopper almost seemed to be enjoying himself. “Does that scare you?”

You gulped. You hadn’t actually expected him to be serious about arresting you.

Cautiously, you rolled down the window, leaning back a little in case Hopper lunged for you. But he maintained his composure, reaching calmly over the side of the car and unlocking the door. The next thing he did took you by surprise; because instead of helping you out of the car, he lifted you up effortlessly and pushed your ass down into the passenger seat. You were visibly confused, and he didn’t offer you any explanation as he turned the key in the ignition and backed the two of you out of the station parking lot.

You stared at Hopper as he drove you through downtown Hawkins in total silence. His jaw was set in a firm line, his eyes still several shades darker than they should have been. Summoning all your courage, you timidly asked Hopper “…where are you taking me?” He didn’t respond, just continued to watch the road ahead. He drove you through town and started to turn onto a road that led to…

“Lover’s Lake??” you shouted. “Are we going to Lover’s Lake?!”

Hopper exhaled quickly through his nose-was he laughing at you?-but continued to drive without saying anything.

At last, he pulled you up to a large trailer beside a lake, which you were pretty sure was the one the teens in town referred to as ‘Lover’s Lake,’ although you’d never been yourself. Hopper pulled the Blazer to a stop and in a calm, authoritative voice, instructed you to “get out.”

“Excuse me?” you said belligerently. “I don’t even know where I am!”

Hopper turned and looked at you for the first time since leaving the station, and your heart stopped beating for a second. He leaned into your space, closer to you than he’d ever been, and it almost took your breath away. His voice was low, but steady. “I said…” -he lifted a finger and pointed at the trailer. “…get…out.”

You did as Hopper instructed, not wanting to piss him off anymore than he already was. He may have been a bit of a dick, but he’d never given you the impression that he would be willing to hurt you. That is, until now, when he was forcing you out of his car at a trailer that belonged to…who? Was it his? You had no idea, and you figured you couldn’t get into anymore trouble than you already were by asking.

“Is this where you live?” you asked as Hopper took your wrist in his hand.

“Yeah,” he muttered, fishing keys from his pocket and unlocking the door. The scene he opened the door upon was similar to the one in his car; there was clutter laying around everywhere, but nothing disgusting, like old food, just more of the prescription bottles and instead of cans of Coke, beer cans littered the furniture around the room. Hopper ushered you inside, and closed the door behind you. The fact that he locked it didn’t escape your attention, and you gulped back the fear that was rising up your throat.

Hopper tossed his keys and placed his hat on it’s designated hook on the wall. He rested his hands on his hips and watched you with an expression that someone might have when observing animals at the zoo. He was…studying you. Did he think you were going to try and make a run for the door? Was he waiting for you to start crying? What was this, anyway??

“Listen,” Hopper said. “I know I embarrassed you today.” You blinked up at him, surprised. “I know you were excited about doing something for Flo’s birthday-“ he paused. “-and I shut you down in front of everyone.” He sighed. “I’m sorry for being such an ass.”

His apology caught you off guard; you had not been expecting that. He took a few steps closer, too close, and you realized for the first time without anyone else around how huge he was compared to you, compared to anyone. You could feel his presence now, smell the cigarettes on his clothes, the hint of his cologne/aftershave? Whatever that was, the combination was stirring something inside you; something dangerous.

Hopper knelt down so his eyes were level with yours. “But,” his tone grew ominous, threatening. “That’s no excuse for the little stunt you pulled earlier, in my car.” You felt yourself tremble. “If you ever disrespect me like that again, at the station,”- he waved a hand beside him for emphasis and it made you flinch- “or anywhere,” -Hopper put his hands on your hips, and you felt like you were going to pass out- “I’ll have to handle you in a way you…might not be ready for.”

At this point, you were getting pissed. Was he going to hit you, or fuck you, and would you have even cared if he’d done both? You were ashamed at yourself for how turned on you were by his arrogance, his massive ego, and that desire to push him past his limits reared it’s head inside you again.

“Show me,” you said, your voice impudent.

Immediately, you began to regret your words. Because Hopper didn’t waste any time grabbing you up, one arm hooked under your ass and the other around your back, and carried you to the couch, where he unceremoniously dropped you. A gasp escaped your lips, your mind reeling from how quickly this was all happening. Hopper nudged your legs apart with his knee, and held it there in place, forcing them to stay open as his hands traveled your body, landing on your breasts and groping you through your shirt. You were squirming under him, not wanting him to stop, but also feeling terrified of what would happen if he kept going. You panted against his lips as they crashed into yours, his hand working down to the space his knee kept spread apart, the place that burned and ached for him and had for so long now. He pressed his finger tips against your cunt through your pants, immediately finding your clit and nearly attacking it with his fingertips. You whimpered under him as he continued to knead your pussy like dough in his hand, groping your cunt with one hand and your breast with the other. His lips sucked hard against your neck, hurting you, healing you, relieving the built-up pressure that had been simmering between the two of you since you’d met.

You felt yourself getting close and started to cry a little, a cocktail of conflicting emotions running through you as Hopper brought you to orgasm with his fingers. You released heavy, rough sobs as he took your shoulders in his hands and flipped you over, pressing down on your back so that your face was buried in his couch. You suddenly felt a new, cold, rough sensation on your back…his boot? Before you could register the thought, Hopper’s voice cut through the haze in your brain. “Disrespect,” he spoke over your back. “Has consequences.” You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, and you tried to turn your head to see what was going on, but he pressed his boot into your back, forcing you to stay in place where you were, face-down, ass-up on his couch. Hopper undid his belt and removed it, wrapping it partially around his right hand, leaving just enough excess strap to use as a whip. He callously yanked down your pants and took your underwear with them, baring your ass. You braced yourself for the impact of what was about to happen. With his heel dug into the small of your back, Hopper landed the first blow of his belt against your ass. The burn it left in your flesh was brutal. “You’re getting eight of these,” Hopper told you. “One for every” -smack- “week,” -smack- “I’ve had-“ -smack- “to put up,” -smack- “with this-“ -smack- “smart-“ -smack- “ass.” Hopper’s last blow landed the hardest, and something in your body snapped, because you felt yourself…coming. Humiliated, you tried to stifle your moans by pressing your face deeper into the couch, but it was obvious to Hopper what was happening, from the way your body was quivering under his foot. He frowned down at you, equally aroused and disgusted by your shamelessness, your weakness, and he wanted to fucking do it to you again, see how many different ways he could make you cum, at his hand, under his foot, under his body, cuffed to his bed-His thoughts ran wild with possibilities and he fought to bring himself back. You had hidden your face in your hands, completely ashamed of the fact that you’d come like that, in such a debased way. Hopper spoke, and it made you flinch. “Alright,” he said. “I’m going to get the shower ready for you.” His voice was warm, strange. “While you’re getting cleaned up, I’m going to make you something to eat. And then”- You turned to face him, finally, and he was so handsome it nearly destroyed you. “Then,” he repeated. “We’re going to make a plan.” “A plan?” you asked, your voice unsteady. “What kind of plan?” Hopper sighed. “A plan of punishment for the next time you disrespect me. Because we both know it’s going to happen again.”

He rose from the couch and left for the bathroom. You heard the distant sound of water running, and you looked over at the front door, realizing that you weren’t the same person you’d been when you walked through it earlier…

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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 whole body screams for him istg, i can't believe i haven't read this before like mdbaldjsnd i'm shaking. this is me rn

Do Not Touch

Characters: Jim Hopper x Female Reader 

Rating: E, 18+ ONLY

Words: 10k

A/N: My take on your friend and mine: sex-pollen! I started writing this two years ago, isn’t that wild.

Tags: s3 Hop’, dub-con because of sex-pollen, fuck or die situation, Hopper being a huge dick at first, swearing, masturbation, dirty talk, thigh-riding, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, doggy-style, creampies, hand on neck/throat but no choking, gentle-mdom Hop’, more submissive reader, slight praise kink, slight cum play.

Summary: A visit to Murray’s house of wonders provides a lot more than you bargained for.

Please don’t copy or steal my work, and please don’t post it on any other sites.

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“… fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“They’re tapping your phones, Jim, how can you not see it?”

“‘cause it’s not fuckin’ true.”

“Oh, right, so…”

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What better way to celebrate national Stranger Things day than with (most of) my Hopper drawings 🙏😮‍💨🫶 🌸🎀✨🩷

Prints and stickers of these in my shop! <3

I still think so. Brenner and the gov. have Hopper under their thumb.

I wonder if Hopper was bluffing about telling Brenner about Eleven

I'll only accept a Chief Hopper spinoff if he's moved to New Orleans and teams up with Mr. Clarke and it's like an old light-hearted 80s detective show.

Chief Hopper fans stay pressed.

Girl you know your shit. David? YAS. Henry? Fuck YEEEEEES!!! Long live thicc daddies!

THE THICCER THE BETTER BABY

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