Fluff! Hop's girlfriend is trying to teach Eleven how to cook. It's noisy. There are lots of yelps and clanging pans. He's watching and loving every second of it, but pretends to be napping whenever you look, because you two are bonding.
I SAW HOP AND I'M RUNNING WITH IT
Not proofread
Y/N and Hopper have been together for about two years now. But only one year living together. And only one year of Eleven having someone new in her house.
Hopper was always worried that Y/N wouldn't have been ready to be with a man that had a child. He gets it. Not every woman is ready to help take care of a kid. But Y/N did it with the biggest smile. And Hopper has never seen El adore someone so much.
El loved having a woman figure in her life and around her home. She liked family dinners, movie nights, and crashing their dates.
And Y/N loved the little girl just as much, even if she wasn't so little. Y/N knew all about El's powers. Helping her whenever she needed. Especially when it was girl issues.
"BABE. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ANSWER THIS!"
Hopper didn't handle El growing up too well so YN definitely stepped in to teach her everything.
Rating: Explicit
Characters: Jim "Chief" Hopper x female reader
Words: 1.1k
Summary: date night with Hopper turns hot fast
Warnings: smut, oral sex (f & m both receiving), unprotected sex
A/N: this was my first ever Hopper smut, not sure why I never posted it here
Saturday nights are your favorite time of the week. Saturdays are always date night with your one and only, Jim Hopper. No matter how crazy and chaotic the week has been, it gives you something to look forward to, just knowing you will be together. It usually just involves take-out and a movie at one of your houses, but as long as youβre with him it doesnβt matter what youβre doing. As you hurry to get ready, straightening the hem on your skirt and running your fingers through your hair, the doorbell rings. You take one last look in the mirror and open the door.
Your heart skips a beat just seeing the man on the other side. Heβs dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt and couldnβt possibly look any sexier. He pulls you in for a hug and you inhale the scent of him. Itβs something you just canβt explain, itβs just so uniquely Hopper, manly and intoxicating. βHey darlin',β he says as he leans in to kiss you. βMmmmmmm,β you reply, equally in response to his kiss and to the smell of the pizza wafting out of the box heβs holding. You make your way to the kitchen, grabbing plates and drinks. After finishing your food, you both move to the living room. βHorror movie tonight?β you ask. Any reason to snuggle into him was good enough for you. You start the movie and you both settle on the couch, his arm draped around you and your head on his chest.
About halfway through the movie you look up at him and immediately recognize the look in his eyes. You have seen it many times before from him and it never failed to turn your insides to liquid. Lust and desire clouded him, and you feel your body instinctively react, heat radiating through all your nerve endings. He leans down and kisses you, gently at first. You reach up and run your fingers through his hair. He responds eagerly and pushes you back against the couch. He pulls back and groans just looking at you. βDamn, how did I get so lucky?β he asks, making you blush. You donβt have particularly great self-esteem, but this man makes you feel like the only woman in the world.
He reaches out and starts unbuttoning your shirt. It slides off your shoulders, and he leans in and begins kissing a trail down your neck, goosebumps appearing on your skin from the feeling of his mustache tickling your body. He quickly and expertly removes your bra, tossing it on the floor. You lay against the couch as his mouth finds your breasts, alternating between licking and biting your nipples, walking that fine line between pleasure and pain. You moan loudly, feeling the wetness between your legs already. He moves his large hand up your leg, his fingertips blazing a trail of heat up your body, pushing your knees apart and groaning with surprise when he realizes you arenβt wearing any panties. βHmmm, just for me baby?β he asks as he spreads you apart and he feels how slick with need you are. He pushes first one finger, then another inside you, knowing exactly how to move them against your walls to make you see stars.
There really was nothing else like being with this man. You can feel the pressure building inside you as his fingers continue their relentless stroking. You want to prolong the feeling as long as possible because youβre already on the edge. You think you might just implode when he abruptly removes his fingers and pushes you completely back on the couch and removes your skirt. He trails his tongue up the inside of your legs until his mouth reaches your aching center. He parts you and begins licking and sucking at your clit. You yell your appreciation, which elicits a growl from him in return. He keeps up his relentless pace and you can already feel the wave of pleasure building, about to crash. You donβt hold back as your orgasm overtakes you, leaving you shuddering and gasping. He looks up at you, face covered in your juices. You grab him and kiss him deeply, hungrily.
You want to return the favor, so you push him back against the couch and remove his jeans and shirt. You could see the bulge in his boxers already. You slowly pull them down, revealing his rock-hard dick. You lean down and lick the precum off his tip, then run your tongue down the length of him. He leans his head back as you take him completely in your mouth. You move up and down expertly, enjoying knowing you were the one making him feel so good. Before long he puts his hand on your shoulder and says, βif we donβt stop, Iβm a goner,β so you back off, wiping the spit from the corner of your mouth.
You both stand up to make your way to the bedroom when he impulsively grabs you and spins you around, bending you over the back of the couch. You gasp in surprise but then he spreads your legs, and all coherent thoughts leave your mind. He enters you slowly, trying to ease into you. The familiar pressure of him inside you makes you dizzy with desire. Heβs gentle at first, not wanting to hurt you with his size. Once heβs fully inside you say, βfuck me Jim, please,β and thatβs all it takes. He pumps into you, hard and fast, reaching his hands up to grasp your breasts while he thrusts. You feel like every part of you is filled up by him, and itβs a delicious feeling you never want to lose. He is grunting and groaning from behind you, and you buck against his body, sweat dripping down his broad chest and onto your back. One hand moves from your breast down to circle your clit, and you feel a second wave coming over you already. He always knows just what to do to make your body scream in ecstasy. βPlease donβt stop,β you cry, and your climax hits seconds before he reaches his own, spilling into you. βDamn,β is all he can manage as he collapses on top of you, the weight of him on you making you smile. Once you have both recovered, he stands up and you do also, slowly, making sure your legs still work. You make your way to the bathroom. Reaching the door, you turn to him and ask, βcare to join me in the shower, sheriff?β. He smiles slyly, a gleam in his eyes. βAnytime, darlin.β
billy hargrove x gn!reader
word count: 1,425
warnings: swearing, allusions to sex/sexual innuendos, basically billy being a flirty little shit, mentions of back pain, fluff
a/n: hiii!! i came up with this a few days ago and iβve been in love with it but now iβm feeling a little iffy about it, so i hope someone out there in the void likes it. happy reading! love you!! <33
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βI think that if I have to lift a squirmy toddler up one more time, Iβm just going to fucking die.β
βThat seems a little dramatic.β
Youβre sat on your knees next to where Billy lays flat on his back, his palms pressed to his eyes. You reach forward and rub your hand over his forehead, fingers smoothing over his hair.Β
He moves his hands, looking up at you like he always does when youβre sweet with him. He raises his brows for a moment, a little confused, but then he leans into it, allowing himself to enjoy your affection.Β
i don't know if you're taking requests but i absolutely loved the 'calling them daddy' one of the boys. if you want, could you do one where they call the reader mommy or something during seggs time.
only if you want to, thank youu anyways!!
Hey thank you for the request!! This was actually lowkey a bit hard for me to write because I'm such a sub myself, so I really hope I conveyed it well and I hope you enjoy!!! also it pained me to write mummy with an 'o' every time but I knew I'd be rinsed by you guys if I didn't lmao
warnings: 18+, fem!reader, mommy kink obvs, p in v sex, riding, tittyfucking, titty sucking, overstimulation, edging, grinding, fdom/msub, blowjobs, light choking.
Steve:Β
Steve looked so good under you right now, looking completely fucked out with his gorgeous locks stuck to his sweaty face, cheeks pink as you slowly ride him. You both loved it when you would take control, pinning him down and sinking onto his cock instead of Steve being on top. You had been edging Steve for a good while now, teasing him painfully by sliding off of his cock anytime he got close, and he couldnβt take much more of it. Steve squirmed and writhed beneath you as you teased him, loving the look on the pretty boys face when heβs this desperate to cum.
βFuck baby, I canβt-β Steve groans, legs shaking as you continue to slowly bounce on him, hissing when you slip off of him again with a smirk, his soaked cock twitching in the air, hips desperately rutting to find more friction.
βYou want to cum Stevie? Beg me.β You whisper seductively into the brunettes ear, biting the shell of it while he moans, face flushed as he looks up at you desperately. You sink back down on him, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head as you begin to bounce on him again, hearing nothing but the sound of your slick against his thighs as he ruts up to meet you.Β
βPlease baby. Please let me cum.β He moans breathlessly, eyebrows furrowing as you only tut and shake your head at him.
βThatβs not good enough Steve. Beg better.β You coo darkly, loving the way he chokes out a moan when you slip off of him again, a frustrated grunt slipping past his lips as his hips buck up in desperate need of more friction. He grips the bedsheets hard enough you think him might rip them, strangled moans escaping him as precum leaks from his furiously red tip, showing how desperate he is to cum. You wrap a hand around his throat gently as you sink back down on him, drawing a frantic moan from the boy beneath you.
βPlease let me cum mommy, I canβt take it anymore.β Steve whines desperately, not realising what heβd said until your amused chuckle makes his eyes shoot open in shock. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, face only getting redder as he tries to think of something to say, but he stops when he sees the glint in your eye as you lean down into his face.
βMommy huh? Is that what you want call me?β You tease breathily into his face, loving the way his eyes flicker in pleasure at your words, biting his lip hard as your hips grind against him faster. βBeg Mommy to let you cum some more and then maybe Iβll finally let you fill me up, okay?β You tell him, biting his lip sensually before you move back and watch him writhe beneath you with his flushed face. You begin to ride him faster, holding back your own moans as Steve grunts under you and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to act like heβs still the tough guy and not an absolute desperate mess of a sub for you right now. βCβmon Steve, if I donβt hear you then Iβm just going to stop.βΒ
βPlease! Please let me cum Mommy, I need to fill you up so bad.β Steve practically sobs out, panting heavily as he stares up at you pleadingly.
βOkay Stevie, youβve been a good boy so youβre allowed to cum in Mommy now.β
Billy:
You and Billy had been βseeing each otherβ a couple of months now. You were just another girl to him, another slut, he was only letting you sleep with him because of what he got out of it. Thatβs what Billy tells himself when heβs awake late at night missing you, wanting to have taken up your offer to stay the night and cuddle but letting his pride get in the way. Billy was confused by what he felt and was spitefully ignoring it in hopes he would just shake it and stop feeling his heart tighten with happiness every time heβs around you. It would take Billy feeling a lot of comfort around you for the words to ever slip out of his mouth, and you know that a part of him almost needs it, to just let go and allow himself to feel freely and without shame. You had him on his back, for once he was feeling lazy and just wanted you to sloppily ride him as he guides your hips with his hands. Billyβs head is thrown back in a long groan as you slowly tease his dick, almost letting the tip slide out of you before slipping all the way back down onto him. Billyβs grip on your hips tighten, holding you in place balls deep on his cock as he hisses at your cunt clenching around him.
βThat feel too good Baby?β You coo teasingly, biting your lip at the weak growl Billy lets out to tell you to cut it out. βYouβre being such a good boy, fucking me so deep like thisβ You coo again, making Billy shiver. You relish the way he bites his lip as his cheeks redden slightly, but he tries to keep up his act of dominance and bounce you harder on his cock.
βShut up or youβre going to regret itβ He threats in that deep, sexy voice of his, though theres a waver in his voice that youβve never heard from Billy before. You laugh in response and Billy brings a hand to your throat, teeth grit as he pulls your face towards his.Β
βWhat? You donβt want me to call you a good boy, Billy?β You whisper, watching Billyβs mouth fall open into a silent moan at you calling him good boy again. He stares at you almost pleadingly but he still shakes his head, releasing your throat as you smirk at the effect youβre actually having on him. βI think you like me calling you a good boy, donβt you baby?β You whisper into his ear, making his eyes flicker as he tries to keep them from rolling back into his head with pleasure. Your tits are in his face now and Billy groans, grabbing them both and kneading them roughly, his hips frantically rutting up into yours. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth as he plays with the other and you smirk, ready to break him. βGood boy, suck on Mommyβs tits just like thatβ You coo, and Billy actually moans around your nipple, unable to keep the sound in. He releases it with a pop and looks over you desperately, something unspoken having taken over his features. Itβs not something Billy has ever thought about, or rather heβs not allowed himself to, but his cock gets impossibly hard at your words and he finds himself wanting to fucking beg you to say it again. βTell Mommy you like it or sheβll stopβ You tease into his ear, making him quietly moan again, ferocity in his eyes as he debates saying it, embarrassed to allude to how much he actually likes it. True to your words you stop moving, sitting still on his cock as Billy whines and finds your hips again while you cockwarm him. Your eyebrow is raised as you wait for his next move, he tries to move your hips but you refuse to let him and for once Billy obliges to that. He growls low as you clench tightly around him, overstimulated and desperate to cum inside you.Β
βI like itβ He growls, giving into you and trying to rut up into you again. You tut and shake your head at him, and he knows exactly why, exactly what you want to hear before youβll let him cum.Β
βIβ¦I like it, Mommyβ Billy drawls out quietly, breath heavy and eyes drowning in lust. Without a moments pause youβre riding him again fervently as Billy lets out a strangled groan, barely able to keep hold of your hips for how much he was shaking with his approaching orgasm.
βGood boy, you can cum for me now.β
Eddie:
While I see Eddie predominantly as a dom, I think heβs very switchy and would melt in your hands if you took charge of him. It all started because of your stupid, sexy elf costume. Eddie had been planning out the next part of the campaign ready for the following night when youβd told him you wanted to show him your costume for it. Eddie was super excited as not many people actually cosplayed, typically everyone just wore their hellfire club shirts for games. So imagine his shock when you walked back in dressed entirely in a skimpy Elven dress, your cleavage pushed up and straining against the dress as Eddieβs jaw dropped to the floor. You chuckle at his reaction, approaching him slowly, biting your lip as his eyes rake over your body. You can tell he likes the look of your elf ears too, his fingers brushing them gently when you were closer enough.
βFuck.β Was all he could manage to say hazily, swallowing hard when you push him back down into his seat and straddle his lap. Eddie looks up at you wide eyed, biting his lip enough to draw blood when you move to grind against his already rock hard cock, his shaky hands frantically reaching round to grab your ass and grind you against him harder. Your tits, squeezed into the form of the most perfect cleavage Eddie had ever seen had his mouth watering as they sat in front of his face, desperately wanting to have them smushed into his face.
βHoly shit baby,β Eddie moans as his hands reach up to tease the exposed skin, βYour tits look so fucking good in this.β He breathes, panting as he watches them bounce while you continue your movements. All it took was you biting your lip seductively at him, reaching your own hands up to the top of the dress and slowly pulling it down to break Eddie, him panting heavily beneath you as you almost expose your nipples to him.
βPlease Mommy.β Eddie moans breathlessly, hips rutting up into yours frantically as you tease him. Eddie quickly realises what he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as his cheeks go pink and he lets out a nervous chuckle.Β
βMommy?β You ask him, tease in your voice as Eddie splutters trying to bluff that it accidentally slipped out.Β
βI uh- didnβt mean to say that.β Eddie says unconvincingly, his cheeks a dark red as you look down at him unconvinced. You smirk at him, eyeing his frantic features darkly.Β
βOh, so youβre telling me you donβt want to see Mommyβs milkers then?β You coo at him, knowing youβve got him when he moans loudly in response to you saying those words, his eyes burning with pure desperation for you. βGuess Iβll just get off of you thenβ¦β You tease, trialling off for him to leap into action. Eddie shakes his head frantically, hands flying to your waist to keep you against him when you teasingly pretend youβre going to get off of him, looking up at you desperately.
βPlease donβt, Iβll be a good boy now! I want to see them Mommyβ Eddie moans, blissed out and in dire need for you to fuck the shit out of him. You smile at him softly, patting his cheek at his compliant behaviour.
βGood boy.β You coo softly, running your thumb over his soft lips as he swallows and tries not to pant too loudly. His cock was now straining painfully in his pants, desperately in need of your attention. You pull your top down slowly, finally exposing your tits to him, which he almost drools at. βSuck on Mommyβs tits baby.βΒ
Jonathan:
Jonathan as we know is a total sub and and would definitely have a very obvious mommy kink, which would be so fun to tease him about. Jonathan would be quite timid sexually for a while in the relationship, too focused on worrying about how he looks or how heβs performing. But youβd slowly help him gain his confidence and realise that you enjoying having sex with him as much as he does you. Once he gets more comfortable heβs more vocal about the things he likes, letting you know he much prefers to be submissive and have you in control of him. Thatβs what gave you the inclination that he would definitely want to call you mommy, but since he hadnβt mentioned it yet you decided you had to draw it out of him yourself. You had Jonathan laying on his back, his soft moans emanating through the room as you slowly suck him off.
βT-that feels so good baby.β He praises you softly, his hips slowly bucking up against your mouth as you bob your head on him. Your eyes twinkle as you take him down into your throat, loving the loud moan that escapes his mouth and the way his head falls back in pleasure. You slide your mouth off of him with a pop, meeting his heated gaze with your own.Β
βDo you want my tits wrapped around it?β You ask him, pressing your tits together in demonstration of what you mean.
βI-I mean, only if you want to do that.β He replies breathlessly, very much wanting you to tit fuck him but not wanting you to feel forced to.
βMommy wants to do it for you, baby.β You whisper into his ear, earning a strangled gasp from Jonathan. His face goes red, knowing you must have found the magazines heβd tried to keep hidden, eyes wide as he looks over you. βItβs okay baby, donβt look so worried. You can call me Mommy if you want to.β You tell him lovingly, brushing his hair from his face and placing a kiss to his lips as he nods frantically, almost wanting to cry at your acceptance. βSo, will you tell Mommy want you want me to do with your words?β You ask him gently, moving back down to sit between his legs. He takes a deep breath, nervous to say anything aloud to you, only pants escaping his lips. You wrap your hand around his cock again, getting a moan out of him while you slowly rub it in your hand.
βPlease.β He says quietly, making you raise a brow at him to continue. βIβ¦ I want you to titfuck me, Mommy.β He breathes, getting a smirk in response from you at his choice of words. Seems all it takes for him to get a bit filthy was for you to really take charge of him.
βAnything for you my darling.β You coo, spitting on your hand to slick up his cock before pressing your tits together, holding the cleavage together while you slip them down over his cock, earning a loud groan from Jonathan.Β
βCan Iβ¦β Jonathan trails off as he stares at your tits with pink cheeks. Youβve been in this position enough times to know what he wants.
βYes, you can take a picture of me baby.β
billy hargrove x gn!reader
word count: 1,192
warnings: swearing, possible allusions to depression, brief mention of death, comfort
a/n: my brain does not seem to be in a writing mood right now, but i did manage to crank this out. i do enjoy making billy cry, so thereβs that. i hope itβs alright! please let me know what you think. iβd really appreciate it. <33
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Billyβs been fidgety since he woke.Β
You hear the soft thud of his boots, muffled against the carpet of your bedroom floor. He makes his way towards you and kisses your forehead, knowing youβre probably too sleepy for a real kiss this early.
He doesnβt tell you how badly he needs oneβthat his hands are shaking with it. Though he doesnβt need to tell you.Β
Jim Hopper x AFAB! Reader One day I'll write a story which actually has strange things happening but today is not that day. Bob didn't die, Eleven closed the rift at the end of Season 2 everyone is happy, leave me alone. I'm a Jopper fan 'til I die, but not for the purposes of this. Set 1987 - Jim is approx 44/45, reader is approx 30/31.
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Jim has been oddly detached and quiet since yesterday evening. The stars had aligned along with your busy schedules and youβd managed to have a rare date night, going to the movies to watch βDirty Dancing'. You thought he had enjoyed it, seeming engrossed rather than trying to get under the skirt of your dress like normal, but when you asked him what he thought on the drive home he simply shrugged and went to bed.
The following morning heβs still in his funk, not saying a word, departing for work with a distracted kiss to your cheek, a far cry from his usual passionate goodbyes that often left him running late and you in a state of undress.
His attitude bothers you all the way to the Diner.
βHow was date night?β Donna asks you cautiously when you arrive, instantly noticing the way you fling your purse to the side and how you punch your card in with slightly more force than necessary.
βWell, I thought it went great, I really enjoyed the movie, evidently Jimβs experience of the evening was vastly different.β You rant, trying to tie up your apron, before giving up, elbows resting on the counter, head bowed in frustration.
βHe didnβt like it?β
βIβm guessing he didnβt, but how would I know? Heβs barely said two words to me.β You mumble despondently, the whole thing has left you feeling rattled, you and Jim fought plenty but youβd never been given the cold shoulder without a good reason. Donna opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted by Joyce coming in to collect her usual lunch order to share with Bob.
βHey! How was the date ni-?β She greets you excitedly, cutting off at the look on your face, and Donnaβs frantic shaking of her head. βWhat happened?β
βJim hasnβt spoken to her since the movie.β Donna stage whispers, hastily departing to wipe down tables at your glare.Β
βHopβs not talking to you?β Joyce asks in concern, sitting on one of the vinyl stools.
βApparently not.β You grunt, making up Bobβs sandwich.
βDid you have an argument?β
βNo, we went out, we watched βDirty Dancingβ then he was just off with me and still is.β You snap, knife ripping through the slice of bread you had been buttering, Joyce reaches across taking your shaking hand in hers. βSorry Joyce, I didnβt mean to -β You trail off gesturing at her apologetically, she gives you a small understanding smile in return.
βBob and I went to see βDirty Dancingβ last week, and I think I know whatβs bothering Hop - he feels old.β She says softly.
βOld?β You ask, feeling lost.
βSweetie, you gotta remember Hopper, and I -β She adds with a slight wince, β- we were in our twenties in the sixties, the stuff they do in the film, the dances, we were doing that years ago. I think maybe itβs made him feel his age.β
βThat's ridiculous! You and Jim arenβt old.β You say laughing.
βBut weβre not young either, certainly not as young as youβ She reminds you gently.
When you and Hopper had started dating a year ago it sent shockwaves through Hawkins, which was ironic considering all the other crazy shit that had happened, kids going missing left, right and center, secret government lab, literal demon creatures crawling out of the ground. Oh no, all that was nothing compared to the chief of police dating a woman 14 years his junior, 29 to his 43 at the time, never mind that you were a fully consenting adult, and you were the one that had pursued him.
Jim couldnβt for the life of him work out why βa sweet young thing like youβ could ever want βa grumpy, fat, miserable, old guy like himβ, you couldnβt give him a proper answer, all you knew was that you loved him and there wasnβt a single thing he could do or say that would change your mind.
"So what should I do to make him feel less old?β You ask Joyce somewhat desperately.
βI might have a suggestion.β She grins wickedly, leaning in close.
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The plan was in place. Jane was staying at Maxβs for another evening.You had primped and prepped yourself, wearing a dress not too dissimilar from Pennyβs red halterneck in the film. The wine was poured, a couple of glasses already consumed for Dutch courage, youβd thrown pieces of coloured cloth over the table lamps to give the cabin an orange-reddish glow, and finally you had one of Jimβs favorites from his vinyl collection queued up and ready; Solomon Burkeβs Rock βN Soul. You wring your hands nervously upon hearing the truck pull up outside, straightening out your dress, and quickly rechecking your hair in the small mirror on the wall as Jim tiredly trudges in toeing his boots off without looking at you.
βHey baby, sorry Iβm a little late Callahan screwed up a report and I -β He trails off finally glancing up at you, brows creased slightly in confusion, as he surveys you and the cabin. β - whatβs all this?βΒ
βI know whatβs been bothering you since yesterday, and I want you to know that I understand why, and I want to help.β You say softly, approaching him, going up on bare tiptoes to kiss him gently. He returns the kiss eagerly albeit somewhat surprised, a large hand coming up to cup your cheek.
βBaby, I'm at a loss here.β He murmurs against your lips, but allows you to pull him by his belt to the centre of the room nonetheless.
βJoyce said the film last night might have made you feel - nostalgic, and I want to show you that youβre not down and out just yet Jim Hopper.β You purr, leaning away to put the record on, Cry to Me filling the room. βDance with me?β You ask quietly, unable to keep the pleading edge out of your voice.
Jim lets out a shaky breath, as you loop your arms around his neck, your height difference making him lean down slightly, chest to chest, his strong hands splayed across the top and small of your back.
You werenβt one hundred percent sure how to move so you simply rocked your hips, letting the music take control, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of Jimβs neck. He sighs softly, eyes closing at your touch, and you smile as you feel him start to move along with you. You experimentally lean back, pressing into his grip, he follows you lips tracing against your throat, before bringing you close again. Youβre both smiling now, swaying more, his pelvis flush with yours, grinding against each other. You unbutton his police shirt, the fabric falling forgotten to the floor, leaving him in just a tight white vest, hands wandering again tracing his muscles stopping just shy of crotch.Β
βTease.β He rumbles.
βNot teasing baby, just dancing.β You say sweetly.
Jimβs touch snakes from the small of your back to the flesh of your ass, gripping firmly, using his hold to hook one of your legs up, slotting his broad thigh into the gap, smirking wickedly when you gasp at the pressure against your clit, the material of your panties shifting with Jimβs movements.
βHop -β You sigh dreamily, as he uses his strength to rock you back and forth.
βThis is how we used to do it in the good old days, baby.β He says, voice gravelly. βYouβd hold your best girl tight, dancing nice and close.β He grips you harder for emphasis, dress half bunched up around your waist, fingers digging into the soft swell of your ass.
βIβm your best girl?β You ask softly, clinging onto his shoulders, gyrating slightly as your head falls back.
Jim lifts you up suddenly, your legs automatically locking around his thick hips, breath catching in your throat at the look of desire in his eyes.Β
βMy best everything.β He whispers before bringing you to his lips in a searing kiss, tongue licking languidly into your mouth. You reach up, pulling at the straps of your halterneck until they come undone, the dress slipping past your bare breasts. Hopper groans, nipping at your earlobe, your jaw line, your throat, you can feel his hardness pressed to your center straining against his slacks.
He carries you to the bedroom, lowering you gently to the bed, pupils blown wide as he steps back to watch you pull the dress off your lower half, taking your panties with it, leaving your glistening core on display.
βShit baby, I am one lucky son of a bitch.β He breathes, yanking his vest over his head, you crawl towards him on your knees, unbuckling his belt, both of you working with frantic hands to get his pants and underwear down.
Jim wraps his arms around you again, manhandling you with ease to rest against the pillows, his large frame dwarfing you. Your kisses are messy, verging on desperation, hands petting each other heavily, hips bucking with need.Β
He rubs his thick cock over your dripping slit, and you let out a soft moan, back arching up into his strong chest, nipples peaked and sensitive.
βThis all for me, baby girl?β He hums, grinning as you nod wordlessly, rocking the swollen head of his dick against your aching pussy, slipping in just an inch before pulling back again.
βDonβt tease me Jim.β You pout, hands on his ass trying to bring him closer.
βNot teasing baby, just dancing.β He coos smugly, filling you with a single thrust that has you crying out, cunt clenching at the delicious stretch.
His hips are flush to your own, the coarse hairs at the base of his cock tickling against your clit, heavy balls slapping your ass with each drag and hit. Hopper is marking up the delicate skin of your neck with multiple hickies, like youβre teenagers, the harsh suck and gentle soothing lick sends you higher, a fresh surge of wetness coating his cock in a ring of cream.
βI can feel you squeezing me baby.β He growls, muscular arm braced against the headboard, driving him harder and deeper into your fluttering cunt.
βHop!β You squeak, unable to do anything other than grip his shoulders, anchoring you to him through the onslaught of pounding thrusts. You feel your slick dribbling out, pussy squelching obscenely, being made to fit around Jimβs hard length.
βYou gonna cum for me baby girl?β He asks, panting, the large hand that was gripping your hip moving to stroke over your swollen clit.Β
βJ-Jimβ¦β You whine brokenly, orgasm rushing through you like a flash-flood, wrapping your legs around his hips again, cock hitting you relentlessly.
βYes - shit - so good, my best girl.β He groans, flipping you suddenly so youβre on top, limp like a rag doll as Jim squeezes your hips in a bruising hold, rutting up into you. βYouβre getting my balls wet baby.β He chuckles, voice strained, you can only whimper, nails digging into his chest, back arched, skin covered in a light sheen of sweat.
He sits up, strong arms wrapped tight around your back, jackhammering his cock so deep you feel your belly concave with the bulge. Youβre keening into his mouth, tongues sliding against each other, your stomach tightening again with a telltale warmth.
βJim - Iβm - oh my god.β You stammer weakly, foreheads pressed together.
βThatβs it baby girl cum with me, let me fill you up.β He says roughly, grunting as you clamp and spasm around his cock once more, drawing out his own release, spurting thick heavy loads deep within you.
Thereβs a vague ringing in your ears, and you register that the record has long stopped playing, the only sound in the cabin being your light gasps and Jimβs staggered breathing. He kisses you tenderly, as he pulls out, dick twitching at the sight of his seed dripping from your puffy cunt.
βI love you so much baby.β He murmurs, cradling your face, laying back against the pillows, with you still sprawled listless on top of him.Β
βI love you Jim.β You smile blissfully, pressing kiss after kiss to his lips.Β
βSorry for being a grump.β He sighs.
βHop - I donβt care how old you are, Iβd have loved you when you were twenty, and Iβll love you just as much as I do now when youβre sixty.β You say sincerely, giggling when he grimaces at the word βsixtyβ. βThereβs no one else Iβll ever want.β
βYou keep saying sweet things like that, weβll be dancing again.β He warns, hands slipping down to squeeze your ass.
βSure you donβt need a rest, old man?β You tease, choking on a moan, as Jim presses his rock hard cock back into your tight wet heat.Β
βYouβre in for it now baby girl.β
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Summary: Hopper comes home tense after a long day at work and you help him relax.
Rating: 18+!!!!! Very smutty!!!!!! Minors begone!!!!
Warnings: blowjobs, dirty talk, mentions of afab genitalia
A/N: okay listen yβall can blame @letterfromvienna for this one bc she posted some filth about hop and my brain simply couldnβt rest until I got this out. Itβs 2.7k words of giving him the #sloppy that he deserves and Iβm not sorry about it <3
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The low murmur of the TV had been the only sound keeping you company for the last hour or so. You really only had it on for the background noise while you read, though the cabin and its surrounding environment did tend to get a bit eerie at night so it worked out for that as well. Although your current position maybe wasnβt the most attractive-one leg draped over the back of the couch while the other hung lazily off the edge, torso scrunched up with your current read close to your face- it sure as hell was comfortable. This was how you stayed, and planned to stay, until you heard the familiar sound of Jimβs car approaching.
You rearranged your body into a slightly less unflattering position and set down your book, a smile coming to your face as you heard the keys in the door.
βHey, you,β Hopper said with a sigh, tiredness evident in his voice. A glance at the clock on the side table told you it was late, 11:26 to be exact, though you couldβve guessed as much just from the heaviness in his eyelids and heaviness in his shoulders.
i have an intense fantasy about hopper and cockwarming while sleeping like ik heβs so thick and heβd fuck you in your sleep so good
you wear one of his t-shirts and nothing else and when you two go to bed you lay down on your belly and your ass is sticking out just enough to catch his attention.
but you're really tired so you just turn your head toward him and say, "you can fuck me if you want, baby, but i'm going to sleep either way." and then roll over on your side so your bare ass is facing him.
and he lets out a really breathy laugh and gets comfortable next to you. you feel his cock about a minute later, pressing into your folds and lathering in your arousal.
he goes really slow when he pushes into you, as to not cause you any discomfort. you breath hitches as you adjust, but when you do you feel so full and warm that your hold body relaxes around him.
"that's it, princess," he groans, then wraps his arms around you until he's fully spooning you.
Jim Hopper x Reader
Rating: M (16+) for Sexual Themes
A/N: Sorry I havenβt written anything in twenty years.
Oh pls do Hop with a fem reader and A3! That trope is my weakness!!
Prompt: A3. First Time
Word Count: 4,649
Warnings: Light Reader Pain (Losing Virginity), Daddy Kink
Rating: E (18+) for First-Time Depictions of Sex
A/N: I have re-written this prompt three times, and I finally decided on this idea over the others. Though one of them I was really akin to, I just feel like this one will resonate a little bit better with the majority of people who read these. But hey! If you think youβd like to read 18 y/o reader with Hop, let a girl know. Anyways, this one is a little bit more the speed Iβm used to. Thanks to all of you for your patience! More coming on the way!
(Gif Credit: @jiimhopper)
hey love, can you do a hc of reader giving hop a bj while he smokes ?
Jim Hopper x Reader
Jim Hopper x Reader
Rating: E (18+) for Explicit Sexual Content
Warnings: Ass Worship (Male and Female), Anal Play, Squirting, Dirty Talk
Summary: Youβve always struggled with insomnia, but, for some reason, counting sheep just isnβt what you need to fall asleep tonight.
A/N: Whoops my hand slipped and I wrote a fic about the booty. Ass worship on both sides, my friends. Because Hopperβs ass deserves to be worshipped.
Jim Hopper x Reader
Rating: E (18+) for dirty talk, oral sex, PIV, and office sex; use of the wordΒ βChiefβ.Β
Warnings: Mentions of Drug Overdose and Child Neglect
A/N: Thank yβall for all of the kind words and encouragement. I think it just took me finding something I was inspired with for me to write something somewhat decent. I shouldnβt rush things, but, ya know how it goes. Pressure and all that nonsense. Not 100% sure when the next chapter of TLC will come out, but Iβm aiming for this weekend or early next week!
