#dad!hopper

[strang3lov3]

Wanna cockwarm dad!Hopper so badly.. just like a rare moment of peace between us as I sit on his lap, head against his bare chest as I fall asleep, cunt split open, and stuffed so very full of him.

This is fiction, and all characters are adults.

Maybe after a bad fight. And it got ugly, too. You said some things you regret, and so did he. You went to your room and slammed the door shut - Dad fucking hates when you do that. Dad left to grab a pack of cigarettes and some beer from the gas station down the road.

He’s so fucking mad at you, and he can only blame himself for it. Everything you are is everything he is, too. Your temper, your stubbornness.

He picks you up Reese’s Pieces like he always does, then comes home and turns on the TV. He sits in his La-Z-Boy and smokes a cigarette and sips on his beer, watching Miami Vice.

You slip out of your bedroom to grab a drink of water, avoiding your dad. But he whistles, and shakes the Reese’s Pieces.

“C’mere,” he grumbles, patting his thick thighs before he gives you the candy. You straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Smelling his Irish Spring bar soap, the cigarette smoke and the beer. “M’sorry,” he whispers, unbuckling his belt and pulling out his cock. He gives it a few pumps, then, “Can you forgive your old man?”

“I’m sorry, too,” you murmur, situating his cockhead against your entrance. “Yes, I forgive you. Can you forgive me, Daddy?”

“Mmm…I dunno,” he grunts, burying himself inside you in one swift thrust. “Startin’ to wonder if it’s not too late to return ya to the hospital.”

“Dad…” you sigh, feeling his length pulse inside you.

“Or maybe I’ll trade ya for a motorcycle. Always wanted one.”

[mynameis-noe-body]

Jopper's headcanon: they had a daughter in 1968

I have already written about how they could have had an unplanned daughter: here to read the headcanon.

Now, knowing she was born in 1968, middle child and from another father in comparison to Jonathan and Will, let's see how she'd be.

First of all — she has her mother's eyes and hair, and her father's nose. She's taller than Joyce, let's say she has Jonathan height which is a lot for a 80s high school girl. Her shoulders are just like her father's: broad and beautiful, while her long legs and tight hips matches her mother's phisique.

She was born and grewp up around men her whole life, and Joyce is pretty grunge and was pretty grunge even in her early days, so she's never learned how to be a girly girl. Sure, she's always been Hop's princess — he calls her peach, and painted her bedroom lilac, gifted her a bunch of old, romantic movies from the 50s ("Roman Holidays", "Gone with the Wind", "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof", "The Carpetbaggers" and so on), and she is still very much a daddy's girl, but... she secretly listen to Joan Jett (and Metallica, The Scorpions, Cutting Crew, Ozzy and all that metal stuff Joyce would be impressed with and Jim would find slightly disturbing), insisting on wearing her hair short, and wearing the oversized jacket Hop brought home once from the Police Station. It's like his blue one, just a couple of sizes smaller (still, too big) and she took off the Police badgers. She's got at least four pair of jeans, all the same, tight on the hips and large around the calves, and several Hawkins High sweatshirt (so that her mama doesn't have to buy more for her too). Jim has tried a couple of time asking her about shopping, but she doesn't really seem interested. She should wear glasses, but she never does.

You want to see how she looked like? Here she is (inspo model).

Joyce chose her name all alone. Lonnie wasn't interested when he found out (or rather, he thought) he was having a girl — just another bloody good-for-nothing woman, we really didn't need that. So, Joyce chose alone. And she wanted her name to be strong and glorious, despite anything Lonnie would say. She chose Rhiannon. Rhiannon Byers. It was unique — maybe too much, since she never introduced with that name, opting for Ari or just peach, since everyone in Hawkins knew her by that name.

She was known, indeed, as the Chief's daughter. And people knew she was a Byers — even though, in the end, she found out the truth about her birth — but they still thought of her as a Hopper. She asked for her last name to be changed. She reffered, in front of teachers and classmates, to Jim Hopper as her dad. People were confused. Joyce had to explain many many times — but she refused to lecture her daughter about it. There were suspicions... she looked nothing like Lonnie. Nor Jonathan or Will, for what's worth. And while she had the best relationship with Will — being protective and supporting him, playing d&d and always acting the part of the monster to be defeated in the Byers' Fort, into the wood, playing knights with her brother — she always fought with Jonathan. And they fought hard. He accused her of not wanting to be part of their life, calling Jim a father while he never was for any of them (still, not knowing the whole truth), she accused him of being envy, and too proud to accept help anytime Jim offered. Jim and Joyce, slowly getting together and falling in love, would talk about this a lot.

She smokes her father's cigarettes, and she knows he knows but they both don't speak about it. She feels guilty every time.

Yes, she has the biggest daddy issue. She grew up twelve years in an abusive household, Lonnie being a prick and mocking her constantly: she was weak, and too small, and braid made her look like an idiot, she would be a waste of time growing up, and who would have ever wanted her? She looked stupid like her mother. These words echoes in her mind every single day, and she does her best to prove them wrong. She wants to be her father's favorite person. She wants to be smart enough, and she struggles to get good grades (not always succeding) and she shouldn't be smoking but curiosity got the best of her, and she started during her first high school year. She just wants to be like him. But he doesn't really see that... he cares and he loves her, but as most fathers in the 80s he's not that good at speaking heart to heart. Mama's the best. Ari rarely spend any time at the Byers house — and Joyce fine with it, since Rhiannon is always at school, in the library, at the Police Station, and when she doesn't want to sleep at home it's because she's sleeping at Jim's — but when she does, they spend hours talking in front of a cup of tea. Mama always has the answer.

Joyce knows deep down Rhiannon is sensitive and sweet like her brothers, just a little rough on the edges like her father. She has a temper, no doubt, and she is a little capricious since Jim spoils her way too much. But still, she is a funny sweet girl.

They drink tea together, on weekends, and they sometimes paint with Will.

She dreams of working for her dad at the Hawkins PD and, for a while, like any other girl in school, she had the hugest cruch on Steve Harrington. Put it was quickly gone and Jim was relive you didn't seem too much interested in guys.

He teaches her how to Rockabilly jive and they perform every Christmas, to the great entertainment of her brothers and Joyce. She would never admit it, but she loves to jive with her dad, she'd gladly to it every other day. Christmas is her favorite day of the year... because on that day she is sure to have her family reunited. And with time passing by, there won't be a single day they won't spend under the same roof. Her brother, her mother and her father — a real family, after all. A little broken, a little messy... but a family nonetheless.

[poguesofthebau]

being hopper's oldest daughter (and el's older sister) would include...

pairings: dad!hopper x daughter!reader + little sister!el x big sister!reader

-saying your first cuss word at age 3

-being the original victim of the three inch rule

-coining the term "dad hugs" at age 5 because you loved when he literally engulfed you in his arms, but when he tried to call it a bear hug, you insisted "you're not a bear, you're daddy"

-reminding him whenever he was feeling down that you chose him over your mother for a reason, and stuck by that choice every day without a single regret

-scolding him for smoking too many cigarettes

-never forgetting the look on el's face the first time she heard you refer to her as "my little sister"

-complaining about your reputation in school as the chief's daughter

-hop suggesting you tell your classmates he'll arrest them for harassment if they ever singled you out for being his kid

-siding with el when he showed up late on halloween

-lots of hair ruffling. in your opinion, too much hair ruffling ("daaad! you couldn't have done that before i did my hair?")

-encouraging his relationship with joyce (“don’t be such a chicken, dad. just ask her out!”)

-you writing the grocery lists, him going out and doing the shopping (and usually forgetting at least one thing)

-"dad, haven't you learned to buy more than one box of eggos at a time by now?"

-having broken a nose or two in your life (it was a hopper family tendency, what could y’all say?)

-teaching el how to throw a punch, because "even though you have superpowers, you never know when you're going to need a good right hook"

-finding out about el and max's trip to the mall and being both horrified and impressed

-visiting hopper at the station just for him to see you and ask if you got arrested

-hop secretly running around investigating asking about everyone you talk to him about, especially boys

-doing el’s makeup for the snow ball and walking her in because she was nervous

-learning morse code so you could talk to el when she was at home and you weren’t

-adding bitchin' to your vocabulary as soon as you realized how much el loved saying it and hearing it

-hop calling out "where my girls at?" every night when he got home from work

-convincing hop to let el and mike go on their first formal date when she was still technically in hiding (which, in the end, resulted in you driving them 30 minutes away from home "just in case")

-watching miami vice as a lil family trio every week

-protecting el from bullies at school because no one was going to treat your little sister like that

-dumping out all his beer as a revenge plot when you were in a fight (which resulted in a lengthy grounding sentence)

-hearing all the town drama straight from the chief of police over family dinner almost every night, because if he couldn't rant to his girls, who could he rant to?

-having a full-blown sob-fest when you find out he had been alive and a prisoner in russia for 8 months •"you're so skinny. are you malnourished??" through the tears •him jokingly saying "who would've thought us two could survive without each other for so long?" and slightly panicking when it only made you cry harder •"dad, powell is the chief now. what about your job??"

[hot-patootiee]

I love the “Steve has good parents, they’re just not on camera.”

Steve’s dad walks in on Eddie and Steve making out, both shirtless. Eddie freaks the fuck out and Steve just sheepishly smiles at his father.

“I know I told you not to lock your door, but I take that back because I don’t want to see that again.”

“Thanks Dad!”

“Use protection!”

…

He walks into a house full of random children. The kids and Steve’s dad are just staring at each other.

“You’re paying to feed these kids, right?”

“No, you are.”

“Well shit.”

“Language, there are children!”

“Do I get to know these children who I have financially adopted?”

…

Hopper, who is over at the Harrington house to speak to Steve. Mr Harrington walks in to see the chief of police sitting on his couch. He sees Steve in the kitchen and quickly makes his way over.

“Steve! What is the chief of police doing here?”

“He’s a family friend.”

“What family?” Mr Harrington snaps back, gesturing at himself.

“He’s my friend?”

“I don’t see a world where you randomly become friends with the chief of police”

“I got caught with drugs?”

“Then why isn’t he arresting you?” Mr Harrington points to Steve’s cuff-less wrists.

“Can’t tell you?”

“Why?”

“I signed an NDA?”

“Steve, why the fuck would you do that? I’m a lawyer, you don’t just sign NDAs at a whim.”

“To be completely fair, I was concussed every time or they used a friend to threaten me.”

“It shouldn’t stand up in court then. Who did you sign it for?”

“The US government.”

“Fuck.”

[morganbritton132]

An unfortunate byproduct of Steve’s neighbors always calling the cops on him is that Steve is like six years old and hasn’t really learned what’s appropriate to tell people. So now Hopper knows way too much about too many people.

Steve may not understanding the implication of his words, but Hopper does. Dick Harrington is cheating on his wife. Again. And he’s using his son as a cover. Nice.

Hopper predicting a noise complaint call in his future.

He knows that Angela Harrington has ‘special pills’ she takes for headaches and they make her sleepy. That’s why Hopper can’t call her when her son wrecks his bike being an idiot at the quarry.

He also knows that, despite what Steve thinks, Dave and Maria’s oldest boy doesn’t keep a skunk in his bedroom and is definitely getting high when his parents aren’t home.

He knows that their second oldest keeps porn under his bed. Steve told him that one giggling so hard his eyes were watering.

When Carol’s older sister babysits them, she bribes them with candy not to tell their parents that she left them alone.

There’s a newspaper thief in Loch Nora and Steve knows who it is. Tommy Hagan sometimes wets the bed. Benny Hammond will give you free fries if you clean off some of the tables. The teenager that teaches Steve’s swim class at the community pool accidentally burnt a kid with a cigarette last week.

Otis Harrington fought in World War 2, lives in Florida, and is apparently a ninja. Hopper is told this while being karate chopped in the knee.

Joyce Byers has a crush on him. Hopper knows this because Steve tells him that he heard her call him handsome and, “Nicole said I was handsome during recess once and then she kissed me. That means that girls like like you so Mrs Byers’ like likes you.”

Steve informs him, “You should marry her.”

“I’m already married.”

“Oh…” Steve frowns down at his hands where he scrapped the hell out of them on this sidewalk ten minutes ago. “You should get divorced.”

[byersandhighers]

I was thinking it would be funny if during one of those hear me out cake videos a group of dudes pranked their homie and every single person put for every single hear me out, the dudes dad and now I can’t stop thinking about it as the party

All: this is our hear me out cake

Lucas: hear me out *puts a picture of Sheila the Thief from the dungeons and dragons 80s cartoon*

Will: hear me out *puts a picture of Lucas’s dad*

Lucas: is that my dad??

Will: *shrugs*

Mike: Hear me out *puts a different picture of Lucas’s dad*

Lucas: what the hell guys

El: hear me out *puts a third picture of Lucas’s dad*

Lucas: what is wrong with you! Did you take that picture from my house?

Dustin: hear me out *places a fourth picture of Lucas’s dad*

Lucas: everyone stop putting my dad! *Sees it’s Max’s turn next* max, max I swear to god if you put my father, we are breaking up, I will never forgive you

Max: Lucas don’t be weird, I’m not going to put your dad

Max: *sticks a picture of Lucas’s mom on the cake*

[kennahjune]

Teen Dad

Quite surprised there’s not a lot of these AUs considering how much Steve apparently sleeps around but anywho.

Teen Dad Steve who finds out one of the girls he’d slept with pre-Nancy is pregnant and he damn well intends on helping out however he can.

Turns out; helping means taking his son (his SON) and having full custody because the mom, no matter how much she wants to be involved, can’t take care of him.

Steve’s alright for the first 6 months of little Louie Harrington’s life.

But then his parents come home and shit hits the fan.

Which— fair enough. He was only 17 and already had a whole ass son, they were gonna freak out.

But kicking him AND aforementioned son out? With no where to go? No money? Barely a job?

That’s just fucked up.

But Steve makes do, and lives out of his car for no more than a month before finally landing his hands on a cheap trailer in Forest Hills.

He and Louie move in and sure, it’s rough. But he’s got a nice paying job at the Diner and yeah maybe he has to skip some classes to get extra money but it’s fine. It pays his bills and rent and that’s all that really matters.

It’s fine.

And then the second wave of Upside Down fuckery hits, and Steve’s suddenly in the hospital with a grade 4 concussion (whatever that means) and his top priority is to make sure someone is with Louie.

Enter Claudia Henderson, Dustin’s mom.

She takes care of Louie for as long as Steve is in the hospital and then some when Steve can’t be left unsupervised in case his head worsens.

And that’s how the Party is introduced to little Louie (as they all call him).

Steve’s stunned to find out that Mike and Lucas are so good with little kids, but the two of them love stopping by the Henderson’s (and later on the trailer) to see little Louie and offer to babysit for him whenever.

The other kids take a little bit of time to warm up to Louie (and the fact that Steve’s actually a parent) but when they do Steve never ceases to have at least one of them over.

And with all the racket brings in the attention of nosy neighbors.

Steve is well accustomed to nosy neighbors. Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln next door to his parents were always looking to snitch on him for something or other.

But Miss Bottomette and her grandchildren Noah and Casey were sweethearts. Steve didn’t mind having them over for dinner or going over there. Miss Bottomette was the one to teach him how to actually put his cooking skills to work.

Linda and Tom, a newly married couple down the road, were quite eccentric but that’s what made them charming. Steve found their dog, Dasher, quite the sweetheart.

And even Mr. Knowles, the grouchy old man next door to Miss Bottomette, seemed to take a liking to Steve and Louie.

It wasn’t long before the story behind the new boy in 2718 New Bird Ave was revealed: Teen Dad Kicked Out.

Then the whole town knew. And while most people were nice about it, even supportive of how he had taken a step into his child’s life, there were always those people who sneered.

Steve ignored them, loving the life he was working on making for himself and Louie in the trailer park.

The only neighbors he never seemed to meet, despite the looming presence, were the Munsons, right across the street.

Steve knew about the Munsons. Well— he knew about Eddie Munson; drug dealer who was on his second run of senior year. Steve actually shared a few classes with him.

He’d yet to meet the mysterious Wayne Munson, but that was to be expected with work schedules.

And then Steve was graduating, and his parents didn’t show up.

But that was totally fine. Cause the kids, Claudia, Joyce— even Hopper with El— were there. They held up little baby Louie while Steve walked the stage.

He’d heard rumors of Eddie Munson having to retake senior year for a third time— but he didn’t dwell on it for too long. Because sure, he missed more than his fair share of classes and scraped by with a C+ average.

But he did it.

And then summer hit, Dustin left for camp, and the mall opened up.

Steve picked up a job at Scoops Ahoy, cutting back on his hours at the Diner but still staying there because the money was needed and the tips were lovely.

And he meets Robin Buckley, and actually talks to Eddie Munson every once in a while when he stops in with his band, and lets the kids sneak into the movies because he’ll be damned if he robs them of a normal summer.

And then Dustin comes back and their reunion is short-lived because Russians are hellbent on torching non-existent information out of Steve and he’s busy getting his third concussion and then there’s a fucking flesh monster and Billy and Hopper for protecting them and—

It’s not a good night.

But then he’s rushed to the hospital and he tries to call Miss Bottomette only for the call to refuse to go through and shitfuckgoddammit.

Because what about Louie?

Miss Bottomette said she’d be alright watching Louie until Steve got home, but Steve wasn’t able to go home until someone was able to make time to take him home.

Usually, he’d lean on Hopper for this stuff, since his parents were out of the question. But—

But Hoppers dead.

So he’s stuck at the hospital for another day or two until finally, Claudia comes to pick him up.

He’s with Dustin in the backseat of the car, anxiously bouncing his leg and biting at his fingers and nails until Dustin gives in and just holds his hand. Robin’s there to, having been able to leave after the first night but coming with Claudia to pick him up. Steve’s relieved to have them both close by, even if his hands reach for Erica subconsciously.

His trailer’s empty when he gets home, and Miss Bottomette isn’t answering the door.

Steve’s on the brink of a full blown breakdown before Mr. Knowles— bless his heart— points them across the street.

The Munsons apparently have his son and have for a bit now since Miss Bottomette had a minor seizure and couldn’t be left alone with Louie. Mr. Knowles assured Steve that she and the kids were fine and staying with him for the moment.

Steve wasted no time afterwards sprinting to the Munsons and knocking on the door. Dustin and Robin are close behind him, Claudia waiting patiently in the driveway.

The door is answered by a gruff looking old man that’s taller than Dustin but slightly shorter than both Robin and Steve.

“You Harrington?”

Steve nods so fast he faintly wonders if that’s how bobble heads feels.

They’re let in in no time and the old man— the infamous Wayne Munson— calls out of Eddie.

Eddie Munson emerges a moment later with little Louie in his arms, bouncing softly on his feet to keep the baby calm.

Steve is in front of him in a second, scooping Louie gently out of his arms and into his own.

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until Dustin’s rubbing his arms and Robin his back. Claudia is talking to Wayne, explaining what had happened (or the cover story version at least) and Eddie is hanging back a few feet from the three of them.

Robin takes little Louie in her arms and shoos Steve to the couch to calm down.

“Let him meet his auntie, Steve. You take a minute to breathe now, yeah?”

Steve was led to the couch with a soft hand on his shoulder from Eddie Munson, and they sat side by side while Steve worked on easing his breathing and to stop fucking crying.

Eddie’s shushing him and after a moment (and a clearly pointed cleared throat from Robin) Eddie wraps his arms around Steve’s shaking figure.

They leave the Munsons’ trailer is promises of new babysitters and a new friendship.

And then the fuckery that’s 1986 happens.

.

First Part:

[keynb]

ST kids babysitting Steve and Eddie's baby🍼

Aka Steve's revenge lol

[luveline]

need need NEED more hop x reader w el they are the CUTEST

“So she’s coming?” El asks. 

Hopper pushes a glass of orange juice in her direction. “Mm-hm.” 

“And she wants to see me.” 

“Yeah, kid, she wants to see you.” 

Eleven’s hair curls just under her ears. Hopper hadn’t suspected her hair would be curly once it began to grow, but it waves gently, and tighter the longer it becomes. He doesn’t know how to take care of it. He only just taught her how to use shampoo and conditioner without leaving all the suds in. 

She scratches it. “What are you looking at?” 

“Nothing.” He ruffles her hair. “Eat your breakfast. You can get changed when you’re done. You need me to help you find something?” 

“No. I like choosing.” 

Hopper knows. She isn’t good at matching yet, but she’ll get there. 

She eats her breakfast too quickly, doesn’t drink her juice, and doesn’t put her plate in the sink before she goes, but Hopper doesn’t bother getting mad. He’s trying to be less moody. He’s also trying to be understanding; she’s learning to be a normal kid. Most normal kids are slobs. 

“Can we have dessert?” El shouts from her room. 

“You can have a snack later.” 

“Please?” 

“You can have some chips once you get dressed. Are you still hungry, or–?” 

“Snacks,” she says, turning on her radio. 

Hopper nods, laughing to himself when there’s a knock at the door. He’s been waiting to see you all weekend, and he walks to the door with a terrible smugness about him to let you in. 

“Hello,” he says, wedging the creaky frame open with his shoe. 

“Hi, handsome.” You look up into his eyes, fresh-faced like you’ve had a good scrub and dressed for a day in the house in cuffless sweatpants and a hoodie he thinks might be his. “Wow, nice shirt, hotshot. What is that? The Hawkins Police Department fun run of eighty two? That’s vintage.” 

He leans down to kiss you hello. 

“Oh, hi,” you flirt. 

You’re confident when you know you’re loved, he’s found. Still the homespun woman he knew you to be, but affectionate once you’re comfortable. He smiles into your mouth and pulls you tight to his chest, lifting you off of your feet for a millisecond before placing you back down. 

“Where’s my girl?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says. 

“El?” you call. You slide around him to find her but turn back, “Did you ask her about the hugging?” 

“She says it’s fine.” 

“Like, she wants to?” 

It had been a strange conversation. Hopper is used to telling El things, or being told things by her. He didn’t ask her what she likes for breakfast, he just kept guessing until he found the right stuff. She never asked him if she could sit in his side during movies, she just inched closer until he put his arm around her. 

“She wants to,” Hopper says. She’d seemed perturbed by the question, sure, but it ended with her happy little smile through a handful of popcorn. 

“El?” you call again. 

“Kid! Your best friend is here!” Hopper shouts. 

Thunder from her bedroom, a door swung open and slapping the wall. “Y/N?” she asks, the skirt of her dress swinging as she pauses in the doorway. 

You smile and step forward. You’re tentative but excited all the same, laughing as you wrap your arms around her shoulders, and pat her back. “Hi, beautiful.” 

“Where have you been? It’s two weeks.” 

“Yeah? I didn’t mean to not see you for so long, I’m sorry.” 

“Hop says you have lots to do.” 

“There’s a leak in my bathroom,” you take her by the shoulders. “Aw, this is nice. When’d you get this? It’s light and summery.” 

“Hop… from a catalogue.” 

You raise your brows at him, grinning. “That’s nice. How many did you get?” 

“We got five.” 

“Five! From the catalogue!” You hold her hand. “Hop must really like you, huh? Who can blame him?” 

El looks down at your joined hands. Hopper feels his skeptic heart softening. “He likes you, too.” 

“But do we like him?” you joke, letting go of her hand to put your arm behind her back instead. You give Hopper a look. 

“What?” he asks. 

“I was thinking we’d go out for milkshakes?” 

Hopper bites his tongue. El has a birth certificate now, she’s his daughter, she can’t be taken, but going out with her into the world draws stares and derision alike. People can tell she’s abnormal, and he can’t stand that. She doesn’t deserve to be gawked at for talking a little slowly, or messing with stuff she doesn’t understand. 

But he doesn’t want her feeling punished for those things either. 

“Get your jacket, El.” She beams, rushing for her room. “She’s gonna love the jukebox,” Hopper says. 

You meander back into his arms, kissing his stubbly cheek. He pretends to nudge you away.

[lemonhitsu]

Sketch commission for my friend Lisa💜

Hopper being the father figure Billy needed all along.

[strang3lov3]

ik dadcest night was last night but i was scrolling while i was on my break and lowkey mean!dad!hopper popped into my head. him making you cockwarm him while he watches a game or something, pinching you or smacking your thigh whenever you squirm or twitch. him spanking you with his big hands until your ass is legit black and blue. or him not letting you cum so he just cums on your face or in your panties and not letting you wipe up.

that ran away from me and now i'm worked up lol

well, non. dadcest night was like *barely* last night because i got too high and too sleepy. so i'll let it slide. and anyway everyday is dadcest day here

mean!dad!hopper...god. because you know he is such a fuckin' hard ass.

i'm really stuck on being cockwarmed during the game. spanking you when his team fumbles the ball. getting so angry and fucking up into you, way too hard. and whether you cum or not is dependent on how his team does. forget it if they lose - dad'll just use you and then leave you covered in his cum, be so fuckin' pissed off that he has to run out for more smokes.

this is like. dear god what a fucking fantastic idea

this is a fictional scenario and all characters are adults

[sunny-aster]

They're such wildly different examples of what an emotionally tired person looks like

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve knows the kids don't mean it when they make him feel stupid. Mostly because they're just as dumb as they are smart. If they were curious enough, they'd stick a fork in an outlet. That's what Steve was for, and he's okay with looking out for them until they realize they can start doing it for themselves. They're learning. . .slowly.

Of course, Eddie doesn't realize this until after Vecna, and he's running around like a chicken with his head cut off and he's trying to stop Max from smothering Mike with a pillow in his sleep. Suddenly, he's a stressed-out dad smoking on the back porch at the homecoming party they've thrown at the Munson's new home. He's watching them run around the backyard, looking tired, and Wayne is laughing at him.

"It's not funny," Eddie muttered. "I love those kids but they're going to make me go gray."

"Or lose your hair," Wayne said in amusement.

"Don't even joke about that," Eddie said.

"Got you something, boy," Wayne said and handed him a small box.

Eddie opened it up to reveal a world's greatest dad mug. He looked up to find Wayne drinking out of a world's greatest grandpa mug.

"Seriously? Did you buy that for yourself?" Eddie asked.

"Yep."

Steve came out on the porch, drinking out of a world's greatest mom mug.

"Not you too," Eddie said.

"I think it's funny," Joyce said from beside Hopper.

"Even if it's about one of your kids?" Eddie asked, and she just grinned.

"You know, I think Will and El are the only ones we don't have to worry about," Steve grinned, sitting next to Eddie. "They're angels."

"That's true. . .wait, what's Max doing to Mike?" Eddie asked.

"Well, it looks like Mike has fallen asleep in the grass, and Max is. . .Max is giving Mike a free haircut," Steve said as he sipped his coffee.

"Yeah, I figured that was coming when Mike said skateboarding is stupid," Hopper said.

"You knew Max would cut his hair?" Eddie asked.

"You gave her the scissors, didn't you?" Steve asked.

Hopper stared off in the distance as he sipped his own cup of coffee. Joyce looked at her husband in horror.

"Hop!"

"Should we stop him?" Eddie asked.

"Nah," Steve said.

"What did he say to you?" Eddie asked.

"Well, Dustin joked about us acting like a married couple, and Mike said that I would never marry you in a million years," Steve scoffed and looked at Eddie seriously. "I would marry you in a heartbeat, baby."

Mike yawned and stretched, his brows furrowing.

"Does anyone else feel a breeze?" Mike asked.

"He's looking this way," Eddie said with a grin. "May I kiss you in front of everyone?"

"Absolutely," Steve said with a grin.

Eddie leaned forward and captured Steve’s lips with his.

"Finally," Robin said, coming out of the house.

She was sipping on a mug filled with tea. On the mug, it said: world's worst godmother. Dustin came out a moment later wearing a hat that said: world's loudest child. Eddie glanced at Wayne with an amused look.

"You really went all out, huh?" Eddie asked.

"We had plenty of hush money," Wayne shrugged.

As Max wondered inside, she handed Dustin a pair of scissors.

"What am I supposed to do with these?" He asked.

"Oh my God! My hair!" Mike shrieked. "Henderson! You're dead!"

"It wasn't me, I swear!" Dustin exclaimed and ran off when Mike started chasing him.

"Dustin! You butthead!" Eddie exclaimed. "No running with scissors!"

[cherryc1nnam0n]

Dad's not home | Modern!Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader x Stepdad!Jim Hopper

Summary: You've been dating Eddie for months now and he's grown very fond of someone from your own family... Luckily, they both share the same love for you 🩷

Cw: 18+, Stepcest, pansexual!Eddie, slut!Eddie, stepdad!Hopper, talk of beefy Hopper, lots of dirty talk, cheating, threesome, anal sex, unprotected p in v, 2 guys 1 girl, masturbation (male receiving), excessive cumming Eddie, nipple play, little angst with happy ending, plot twist

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You loved Eddie very much, so so much you let him do anything he wanted, you never ever questioned him or even felt jealous of him, he was the perfect boyfriend and you were the perfect partner for him

So due to this unbreakable trust you had on him, you never expected what was going to come...

You were home alone at the cabin you lived in with your stepdad, your mother had passed a few years ago and having nowhere else to live, you decided to stay with him, being the chief of police and a genuinely nice man you trusted him and he made great company and food

But one thing he didn't like were visits, he knew Eddie, having arrested him multiple times for speeding or drug dealing, he didn't expect you to date him and he didn't like him at his house one bit, so you had to be sort of sneaky when you wanted him to come over either to hang out or fuck your brains out

So here you were in bed, texting your boyfriend to invite him over, feeling particularly needy of his dick

Hey babe

My step dad's not home ;)

I know

That threw you off guard, what does he mean he knows?

Wdym you know??

He realized his mistake, quickly texting back an answer

I mean, idk it's a tuesday at night, he's probably working right?

"Hmmm, that was weird, but okay" oh poor naive you, believing his reply you texted again

Yeah you're right

Wanna come over? ;)

"Shit" Said Eddie thinking of an excuse you would believe, but, you would believe anything he told you anyway

Sorry babe can't do, I'm helping Wayne fix his truck

"Damnit" you said to yourself when you read his text, he was once again busy to not come over

K, love u

Love u too

"Good boy, and she doesn't even suspect a thing huh? Such a shame she trusts you so much, won't ever see it coming" Hopper's voice spoke into Eddie's ear

Truth was, Eddie did know where your step dad was, because he was currently at a motel with him, getting his ass pounded by the older man

"Shit, please just stop talking and fuck me"

"Bratty tonight are we? I'll fuck the attitude out of you" Said the older man grabbing onto Eddie's waist and starting to really ram into him, making the younger one gasp and moan as his eyes rolled back, phone discarded somewhere on the creaking bed

Oh poor naive you...

Next time something weird happened was when you and Eddie were at his place watching a movie, said movie was not of your interest as you were jerking off your boyfriend under the blanket you had on your laps, suddenly you felt him twitch and he groaned particularly loud, you looked at the screen and a beefy dad bod man was on the screen, you could see his body jiggle as he walked and he looked damp with water or sweat, you failed to notice how Eddie bit his lip and came all over your hand unexpectedly

"What? So soon Ed's?"

"Shit s-sorry, I just-" he scrambled over his words "I just, have been really needy for you babe" he lied to your face so easily now, reality was that he was reminded of those nights he got fucked by your step dad when he saw that man who had a similar body complex as his forbidden lover "Sorry babe, lemme make it up to you, m'kay?"

You couldn't say no to that...

But the last straw was when he kept on denying you again, and again, and again, always coming up with lame excuses you were starting to get tired of

"I have a very important deal to get to"

"Sorry babe, I don't feel so good tonight"

"Babe, my van has a flat tire"

"Sorry babe, I have explosive diarrhea"

"I AM DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT!" You had enough of this game, so you set out on a plan to finally know what Eddie was up to instead of being with you

You started following him, his van was driving outside of town and into a secluded area, that's when you saw the sign of a motel down the road, your stomach sank when you realized where this was going

You parked far away from his van and saw him get out, look around and then stand outside it, smoking a cigarette as he seemed to be waiting for someone, maybe the girl he was cheating on you with

Another car was pulling in, and you swear you got whiplash, it was your step dad's police car pulling in, he parked next to Eddie's van and got off, rounding the vehicle to come over to your boyfriend and they started making out furiously, you felt like you could pass out from the betrayal, your boyfriend and your step dad?! Really?! You knew Eddie sometimes would ogle men like when Steve was wearing those tiny basketball shorts one day but to fuck your step dad?! This is a whole new level of low

You watched them go into a room so you decided to strike then, quickly jogging to the door and knocking on it

Inside the two men separated from their kiss and eyed the door, not expecting anyone to knock or even know who they were to begin with...

Hopper reluctantly got up to open the door and was met with a very you standing there, in pure reflex he closed the door cutting you off when you opened your mouth to yell at him

"Who is it?" Eddie asked sitting up on the bed

"Uhm... You might wanna cover your ears"

He opened the door again and you started yelling your heart out

"HOW DARE YOU?! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU FUCK MY BOYFRIEND?! HE'S MINE!!"

"Y/n?!" Eddie said as he heard you, you stormed into the room pushing Hopper away and coming to yank Eddie's hair "Not the hair! Not the hair!"

"YOU'RE A FUCKING WHORE MUNSON!"

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry" you had begun to strangle him with his own hair, wrapping it around his throat and he kept on smacking your arms to release him

"Okay that's enough baby" Hopper said grabbing you away from Eddie who grabbed his throat in pain "We're not the only ones wrong here"

"She was strangling me" Eddie said out of air

"NO LEMME GO! I'M GONNA KILL HIM!" You trashed around in Hopper's arms but he just chuckled

"Okay settle down, you're not a saint yourself baby"

"What? What do you mean?" Eddie asked from the floor

"I mean that, Y/n has been a bad girl for her daddy, right baby?"

That's when it clicked for Eddie, and he smiled triumphantly

"Aha! You're a whore also! You've been fucking Hopper too!" He said pointing at you

"Yeah and he was supposed to be only mine!"

"Well, I guess he likes guys too, right daddy?" Eddie said talking to Hopper, to which he chuckled again

"Okay okay, there's enough for the two of you, we can share if you want to?"

So that's how you ended up sandwiched between both men, back facing Hopper and he grinded against your ass while he made you and Eddie make out, hands roaming each other's bodies, you felt yourself being lifted and you knew it was your step dad making space for him to fuck you in the ass, having better access to your tits Eddie wasted no time in latching onto one and nursing on it while also looking to enter your pussy

"Fuck daddy, fuck me please"

"Already on it princess" Hopper said as he je started to fuck your ass, while Eddie followed behind on fucking your pussy, wrapping your legs around Eddie's waist as you were being held by Hopper

"Fuck, I'm so close, gonna cum, fuck gonna cum!" You moaned as both men kissed your shoulders, neck, back and chest and then each other over your frame

"Cum baby, lemme feel it" Eddie said ramming into your pussy as Hopper kept on destroying your ass

With one loud shriek you came all over Eddie as he pumped his cum into you, what you loved of him was how much he came all the time, he would literally bulge your stomach from how much he came inside you, meanwhile Hopper emptied out in your ass

"Your turn Eddie boy"

"Yessir"

Now on your back with your legs wide open, Eddie on all four's eating you out while Hopper fucked him from behind, it was beautiful sight to see, how good Eddie took Hopper's 9 incher in his ass and how it brushed against his prostate every time he moved, and how his tongue was fucking your pussy along with Hopper's rythm was all too much and too good all over

"Fuck, fuck!" Eddie moaned into your pussy as he neared his peak, cock twitching as he prepared to cum again

"Cum Eddie, cum all over yourself Ed's, such a good boy" you praised him as his eyes rolled back and he came all over the bed, he thrusted two fingers in you as he sucked hard on your clit to make you cum too, your eyes rolled back as you reached your orgasm along with Hopper who was cumming in Eddie's ass

"Fuck... This was so good" Hopper said out of breath pulled out of your boyfriend's ass

"Too good..." You said as Eddie fell on you and you kissed his head "I'm sorry for cheating on you first"

"It's okay, at least we cheated with the same hot guy" Eddie yelped when he received a slap on the ass from Hopper

"Behave you two, or I'll punish you both"

You looked at Eddie and smiled at each other, wanting to tease Hopper some more

Guess it didn't end that bad after all...

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Tagging my friendo @ali-r3n for supporting this nasty idea 💜

[morganbritton132]

Continuing from this (starting here and here)

Hopper doesn’t want to think about Steve.

He doesn’t really want to even see the kid or his broken arm or his wide gap-tooth smile where he’s starting to lose baby teeth. Every interaction is a reminder that he’s not doing anything to stop this clear case of child neglect.

He’s failing Steve and if he’s failing a kid whose problems are so blatantly obvious, then he could fail Sarah when the problems are close to home.

So no, Hopper doesn’t say anything when he walks into Melvards and sees Steve at the check counter. He nods to Joyce and continues on.

He’s got a list from his wife and that’s all he’s here for.

Sure, he noticed that on the check out counter is a tube of toothpaste, a box of cereal, and a pint of milk. Sure, he clocked Steve with his chin resting on the counter, pushing coins across it to Joyce and asking, “How ‘bout now?”

That’s just good observation. He’s a cop. It’s his job.

“That brings you to $2.54,” Joyce tells him. “You need 1 dollar and 0.32 cents more.”

Hopper is not listening to Steve sigh. He’s not standing next to a shelf of sunscreen watching Steve push the toothpaste to the side like, “I don’t need to brush my teeth. Is it enough now?”

“How about this,” Joyce whispers, leaning on the counter like they’re going to share a secret. Hopper is sure she’s crinkling her nose when she pushes the money back over to him, “How about you take all your quarters and I let you take your cereal, and your milk, and your toothpaste.”

Whereas he can’t see Joyce’s face, he can see the instant suspicion on Steve’s face when he steps back from the counter, “That’s stealing.”

“Yeah, silly, if you steal it. You’re not doing that,” Joyce concedes. “I’m letting you have this stuff.”

“I don’t think you’re allowed to do that, Miss Joyce. You’ll get in trouble.”

“Well, how about a trade?”

“Like a Quick Pro Skrull?”

“Sure,” Joyce says easily. “I will trade you $2.54, one box of cereal, one pint of milk, and a tube of bubblegum-flavored toothpaste….if you let me sign your cast.”

Steve’s voice is soft, considerate the way kids aren’t supposed to be when he says, “Miss Joyce, that’s not a fair trade.”

“It’s the only thing I want, baby.”

“Fine,” Steve agrees, laying his casted arm on the counter. “I get my allowance in two days and I’m going to buy you a flower.”

“That sounds lovely, sweetheart.”

Hopper leaves the sunscreen- it’s not even on his list - and goes to the canned goods in the next aisle. While there, he has a better view of Joyce writing her name on Steve’s cast.

“You know, Steve,” She tells him. “I’m going to put my phone number right here because I have little boy about your age. His name is Jonathan.”

“I know Jonathan from school.”

“That’s good! Maybe some time you two can play together.”

“Oh, no thanks, Miss Joyce,” Steve shakes his head sadly. “My dad says you’re poor an’ I’m not allowed to play with poor people ‘cause poor people are lazy and don’t work hard even though you have a job…”

Steve pauses like he’s contemplating that before continuing, “And Tyler - that’s Tommy’s big brother. Tommy is my best friend and I wish I lived at his house - he says that sometimes people are so poor that they can’t a’ford food and they eat babies. He says that happened in Ireland and he would know too ‘cause his great-great-great-ate grandpa is from there.”

“I’m not a baby,” He tells her seriously, “But my Nonna says I’m a sweet boy and one time I was playing with a kid from the trailer park and he bit me.”

He tells her, “I don’t wanna be eaten.”

Joyce blinks at him.

Hopper blinks too where he’s listening in.

Steve doesn’t blink at all but instead gathers up his stuff. He gives her a big smile and says, “Thanks, Miss Joyce. I love you. Bye.”

Then he’s gone.

The store is empty except for Hopper in the baby food aisle and Joyce at the counter. She asks aloud, “Did I just get accused of cannibalism?”

Hopper has never laughed harder.

[livwritesstuff]

Hazel posts a tiktok that she filmed in the backseat of Steve’s car, the camera flipped so Steve and Eddie are visible sitting in the front.

Hazel: Okay, there’s this trend on tiktok where you show your craziest “hear me out”.

Hazel: Like, a person you think is good-looking or whatever who you really shouldn’t think is good-looking, you know?

Eddie, with absolutely zero hesitation: Pop’s dad.

Hazel: Okay – well, no. A famous pers–

Steve: Wait, have you ever even seen my dad?

Eddie: Not the dad I’m talking about.

Hazel: Nevermind. I shouldn't have asked.