#dbf!hopper

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Jim Hopper x reader • Hopper has been your dad’s best friend for years. He always thought you were a nice, if not slightly awkward, kid. But when you return home to Hawkins during a break from college, Hopper is immediately smitten with the young woman you’ve become. He indulges his infatuation with you in the only way he can. Hopper lets his mind run wild with a fantasy that’s become familiar to him, even though his feelings for you leave him racked with guilt. And maybe that’s where the story would end for Hopper, alone and burning up in a desire he would never be set free from… But when you came home to Hawkins, you brought with you a knowledge, a craft, that a practical man like Hopper would never give credence to, until it captures him wholly, body-mind-and spirit…

Quiet moments like this were the most difficult for Hopper. When he wasn’t physically kept busy with his job, he was mentally kept busy by his conscience. Guilt tended to creep up on him most acutely in the moments he should have been able to rest, especially the early hours of morning. While Hopper believed mornings should be spent with warm coffee and personal introspection, he found it impossible to practice what he preached.

In fact, Hopper’s hypocrisy extended to more than one area in his life. While the town of Hawkins assumed their Chief of Police was, for the most part, an upstanding and honorable man, he harbored an uncomfortable secret that burned in the back of his heart: Jim Hopper was in love with his best friend’s daughter…

If only you’d never come back to Hawkins, Hopper told himself, he wouldn’t be caught in this moral storm. If you’d stayed away at college, Hopper never would have given you a second thought, except for when your dad mentioned you. His only memory of you would have remained the one Hopper had always had, of you as a skinny, polite-but-awkward kid.

The current image of you in Hopper’s mind was vastly different. You were all grown up now, the clumsiness of your youth replaced with a woman’s elegance. A gentle, refined softness had replaced all your rough edges, the gangly limbs of your teen years now shaped into the graceful form of a young woman. A beautiful woman, Hopper realized, who had him completely wrapped around your finger…

The day began as a regular Monday morning for Hopper, complete with the weight of guilt on his conscience. He stared up at the ceiling from bed and had a cigarette, his free hand moving beneath the blanket covering him, lazily massaging his cock. Hopper had always taken care of his morning wood, usually as his first activity of every day. But what now darkened his behavior and made it feel wrong, was the fact that Hopper couldn’t touch himself without thinking of you…

He tried to imagine someone else…anyone else. Hopper’s usual mental reference for masturbation was Bo Derek, an actress he’d had a crush on for years. The recurring fantasy Hopper had entertained for so long now felt stale in comparison to his thoughts of you…You, with your pretty, bright eyes flashing wide up at Hopper, a blush blooming on your cheeks as you realize he’s standing in the doorway of your room…as you realize he’s been standing there, watching you undress, for minutes now. And you’re covering yourself with the first item of clothing you could grab, a thin t-shirt, clutching it over your breasts in an attempt to hide your nakedness...

…But the shirt’s fabric is too sheer to provide any true coverage, any real protection from Hopper’s penetrating, wolfish stare. He steps inside your room, closing the door behind him, and presses in the lock with his thumb…

In the privacy of his bed, Hopper’s hand moved with more direction beneath the sheet, his grip around his cock tensing. As usual, he’d give in to the temptation that plagued him daily: he was going to come to the fantasy of you.

In Hopper’s mind, there were no moral obstacles in his way, no societal expectations from anyone preventing him from having you. He could fuck your face, your tits, your cunt, your ass, and come anywhere on and in you that he pleased. No one was there to stop him in the safe enclosure of his fantasy. And Hopper allowed himself to indulge.

“…Chief?” your wide eyes darted over his face. “W-what are you doing here?”

Hopper’s hand left the doorknob, moving to his shirt collar. “I think you and I already know the answer to that question, (y/n),” he said, his voice low, husky. You took a step back as you watched Hopper loosen the first few buttons of his shirt, your grip on the fabric covering you faltering slightly.

“How long were you standing there?” you asked tentatively. “Watching me?”

Hopper smirked as he undid the last button on his shirt. “Long enough to know that everything I’ve imagined about your body is right,” he replied, moving closer. “You’re fucking beautiful, (y/n)…Has anyone ever told you that?”

Your eyes drifted over Hopper’s exposed chest and down his stomach, watching as he unbuckled his belt. You nodded confidently, feeling less embarrassed. “Plenty of guys have told me I’m beautiful,” you replied, your voice a little sharper than you intended. You allowed the t-shirt over your chest to slip a little further down, revealing your nipples. “I’m twenty-one years old, Chief Hopper. Of course I date.” You smirked back at him now. “Lots of guys have fucked me.”

“Mm-hmm,” Hopper chuckled to himself, pulling his belt from his jeans. “I’m sure they have. And all these guys-,” He emphasized the word. “-any of them actually make you come?”

Your cheeks heated again, going pink. “I…uh-,” you stammered, as Hopper tossed his belt to your bedroom floor. “Any of these boys...” His hand moved to his cock, palming the bulge tenting his jeans. “…Make you feel like a man could make you feel…?”

Your chest dipped, your breath quickening as Hopper closed the space between your bodies. “…Like I could make you feel?” he continued, his dark blue eyes probing yours. Hopper was standing right in front of you now, mere inches separating your bodies. His hands moved to cover yours, gently removing them (and the t-shirt) from your breasts.

Your lips parted in an expression of both surprise and desire. Hopper cupped your cheek warmly in his palm, gliding his fingertips lightly along your chin. Your eyes fell closed in blissful surrender as Hopper touched you, the last of your defenses evaporating…

Hopper groaned as he fisted his cock, the muscles in his stomach tense. He knew he needed to hurry his fantasy along, or risk arriving even later at the station than he usually did Monday mornings. Hopper had already overslept and still had to shower, shave, and grab something quick to eat before heading into the station. So in his mind, Hopper fast-forwarded a bit to the part of his fantasy he liked best…the part where you begged…

…Hopper’s cock punched deep, sloppy thrusts inside you, rocking your bed frame, knocking off several plushies as he split you in half. One of his hands was wrapped in your hair, pulling your head back, your lips parted in a moan of ecstasy as he fucked places inside you no other man had reached.

“Come on, honey,” Hopper murmured down at you, his voice thick with exertion. “Go ahead and let go; I’ve got you sweetheart, just let it go…”

You whimpered beneath him, bucking under the weight of Hopper’s body. “Chief-,” you started, but Hopper cut you off, his words punctuated by each thrust of his hips. “That’s not my name, honey,” he gently insisted. “Go on-say my name-I know you know it-.”

“-Jim,” you panted against his shoulder. “Jim please, please Jim, please come inside me-.”

Hopper’s cock twitched at your request, at hearing you whimper his name. His balls were tight, aching for relief. Hopper’s eyebrows met, his forehead creased as he strained to withhold his climax just a little longer…

“Say it again,” he growled beside your ear, but your reply was lost in a groan. “Hey!” Hopper said forcefully, taking hold of your chin and holding it firmly. Your lips parted, and he spat between them. “Say my name if you want my cum,” Hopper ordered. “Say-,” *thrust* “My-,” *thrust* “Name...”

You came undone beneath Hopper, his name spilling out from between your lips like a prayer as he spilled his release inside you…

Hopper’s cock pulsed in his fist, his stomach clenching as a thick, creamy load of cum gushed from his tip. He cursed as his semen made a mess all over the bed; Hopper would have to wash the sheets later, or else sleep in his own cum that night. He reached for a fresh cigarette and stared up at the ceiling while exhaling thin clouds of smoke in its direction.

Hopper wondered how much longer he could go on like this? His ability to resist fantasizing about you was virtually non existent. Eventually, he’d have to either figure out a way to let go of his lust for you, or tell you how he felt. And Hopper knew the second option really wasn’t an option at all. There’s no way in hell you’d actually be attracted to him, Hopper thought. He was the same age as your dad, and that alone had to be a major turn-off for you. The likelihood of you ever viewing him as anything besides a contemporary of your dad’s was slim to none. And the last thing Hopper wanted to be, for you, was a father figure…

He swung his legs over the bed, and forced himself to the shower. Hopper knew that revealing his sick secret would destroy his friendship with your dad. He didn’t want that. And maybe more than anything, Hopper didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He chuckled darkly to himself as he stood in the shower, letting the water run over him. A sweet, pretty young woman like you would never guess she was the subject of a perverted cop’s fantasies. Not with all the men who probably pursued you at college, men twenty years younger than Hopper. At best, you likely viewed him as a nice older man, someone you could trust just like you could trust your dad.

Hopper shook his head, gazing down at the shower drain. How wrong you were, he thought to himself. Because there was nothing about Hopper that was trustworthy, when it came to his true feelings for you. He was a hypocrite, a liar, and a convincing one. For now, he would go on spending time with your dad, at your home, pretending like everything was okay. And one day, when you returned to college, maybe Hopper would be free of your spell…

✨ one week earlier ✨

It was a peaceful Monday morning for you. Home from college on Summer break, waking up in your childhood bedroom filled you with a rush of nostalgia you hadn’t experienced in a long time. Sunlight feathered through your curtains and across your bed. You stretched your legs and arms, and let your thoughts drift to the evening before.

Jim Hopper had stopped by to visit your dad last night and watch a football game together. You hadn’t seen Hopper in over two years. To be honest, you’d forgotten about your old crush on the town’s chief of police, letting it fade to the back of your mind as college life became your main focus. Traveling away from home to the big city of Indianapolis, Indiana, was a life-changing experience. You’d never been that far from Hawkins before, and while a few familiar faces from home were there as well, it still felt like the small town you loved was a whole world away.

Over time, you’d forgotten about Chief Hopper and the silly little crush you’d had on him when you were younger. But when he showed up at your house last night, your feelings for him were…brand new. Now, you were an adult, and nothing about your previous crush was present in the feelings you had watching your dad’s friend enter your home. Viewing Hopper through the eyes of a woman, your perception of him was completely different.

You’d been with a man before, a man your age. It had only happened once, and it was terrible. You regretted losing your virginity to someone who obviously had no idea what he was doing, let alone what he was supposed to be doing to you. Part of you wondered what a man like Jim Hopper, a man with decades of experience fucking women, could do to you? The Chief’s love life had always been a popular topic of gossip around town. Rumor had it that Hopper was quite promiscuous, and had developed a reputation as a womanizer in his younger days. A man like that, who you just so happened to be insanely attracted to, could probably show you what sex was supposed to be like. What a real, rough fuck was like, the kind of fucking you fantasized about, the kind of thoughts you touched yourself to…

You sifted through the pages of a well-worn notebook. In its contents were various notes on divination, the phases of the moon, a record and analysis of your dreams, the magickal correspondences of crystals, colors, and more. But by far, the most important content in your notebook were the spells you’d written. Some had worked, some had failed, and there were some you had written but not yet used. One of these un-cast spells was the love spell you’d written. Admittedly, it was less of a love spell and more of a lust spell, but…regardless, you hadn’t yet found the right person to use as inspiration when the spell was cast. You’d never desired anyone enough to make an attempt at bending the Universe’s will to influence your love life, but…seeing Jim Hopper again had stirred something powerful inside you.

Gathering your supplies, you prepared yourself mentally and physically to carry out the spell. You opened your bedroom window and let the sun sink its fingers beneath your skin, absorbing its masculine energy. Performing the spell by moonlight would have been useful in securing a lover whose energy was feminine. But the object of your desire was absolutely dripping with a masculinity so potent, you didn’t think you’d ever been near a man who exuded such powerful masculine energy.

After completing the spell, you trusted that the only thing left to do was wait. You climbed back into the familiar warmth of your bed, feeling a bit sleepy, but with a thrumming ache between your thighs that just couldn’t be ignored. Slipping a hand beneath your panties, you imagined it was Jim Hopper’s hand instead. Believing in your personal power, you trusted that the Universe was working with you. It may take a week, or ten days, or fourteen; but you would have Jim Hopper. If he didn’t want you already, he would, and badly. He would soon be craving you, not just desiring you, but burning alive inside with the need to possess you. Closing your eyes, you began to rub soft circles over your clit, building the pressure until it broke in waves, and Jim Hopper’s name was spilling from your lips in panted, grateful whispers… ✨

PART TWO

[pinkypromisepascal]

A story request when hopper is your dad best friend and you like each other, thank youu

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 (𝚍𝚋𝚏!𝙷𝚘𝚙 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

summary: You're home from college and Hop's over for dinner. You realize you can't get your dad's best friend out of your head.

content: some sexual tension (MDNI), age gap (reader's in her 20s, Hop's like 40), and some curse words 'cause I can't live without them

word count: 3.9k

author's note: don't get me started on how long I took for this. This was actually 6.9k words, but I split it into two parts (and I got even more planned AHHH). Also, this is set pre-season one. Anon, I am so sorry I took so long for this, I hope you remember this request and like how it turned out!

and thanks to @strang3lov3 for helping me work on this, don't know what I'd do without you!

part two!

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You were on summer break from college, finally visiting your parents again. You loved living in a bigger city, but you also loved Hawkins every time you visited. The small town just seemed so calm, so unwinding. Plus, staying with your parents always guaranteed a fun time, they were always trying to make the best of your stay.

The sun was gonna set soon as you drove into Hawkins, the temperature was comfortably warm, allowing you to dress in one of your favorite summer dresses.

Your dad was already out on the porch of your small house, a bottle of beer in his hand and a wide smile on his lips as you pulled up the driveway in your car.

“Hey, sunshine!”, he called as you stepped out, lifting himself off the porch stairs and approaching you with spread arms.

You hugged him happily and rubbed his back.

“I see you’ve started celebrating without me.”, you giggled, nodding to the beer bottle.

“Oh, well, Mom and I were just so happy you’re coming by -” You chuckled at that, “I’m joking, I don’t care when you start drinking. As long as it’s not that good whisky you bought, I’d be mad if you started that without me.” Your dad raised his hands in defense, “I would never, sunshine, y’know that. Oh by the way, totally forgot to tell ya, but Hop’s coming over tonight as well. Told him about our barbecue plans and thought he’d have a good time with us.”

You stopped in your tracks to the trunk and cocked an eyebrow at your dad. “Jim Hopper? Huh, haven’t seen him in a while. Still Chief of Police?” Your dad nodded with a smile. 

“Still drinking on duty?”, you asked with a cocky grin. 

He laughed at that and shrugged, “You’ll have to ask him that yourself, I won’t be the telltale here.” You shook your head with a smile and unloaded your trunk, handing your dad the small suitcase.

As you entered the house, you could already smell the food that was gonna be served soon.

You sighed happily as you took the scent of your mom’s salad in, “I really miss this smell sometimes when I’m in college.”

You placed your backpack on the couch and went to your mom, who was standing in the kitchen, cutting up vegetables. You greeted her softly and hugged her. “Good to see you, sweetie, how are you? How’s college going for you? Anything fun happen outside of college? Anything romantic?” 

You smiled at her and scrunched your nose, avoiding her last question, “Eh, it’s stressful, got some papers that I need to work on, but it’s still fun. Need some help with the food?”

You internally cringed; talking about romantic topics was the last thing you could use at the moment. It wasn’t like there would be much to talk about anyway.

Your mom waved a hand at you with a smile, “I’m good, you can just sit down and grab a drink to cool off a little.” 

“I will, just gonna get my stuff to my room real quick.”

You returned a minute later, your father handing you a bottle of beer with a questioning look. You grabbed the drink with a smile and took a swig before getting plates and cutlery from the kitchen and taking them outside to set the table. Your mom jokingly scolded you for that, but you just waved her off with a grin.

You enjoyed the light breeze outside, the warm summer air gently brushing your hair out of your face. As you ordered the plates, you heard some commotion from inside. 

You finished your task and stepped back inside, your eyes instantly locking with the blue ones of Chief Jim Hopper who was standing next to your dad.

“Evening, Chief.”, you chimed in and watched his lips twist into a smirk. 

“Hey there.”, he responded as he took his hat off and held it in his hands. You noticed that he was still in uniform. He probably came over here right from work.

“Like the uniform.”, you smiled as you pointed at it, “Makes you look all serious.”

Jim chuckled, “So I don’t look serious when I’m not in uniform?”

You raised your arms in a defensive gesture and walked over to your mum who was almost done with preparing the food.

“No comment on that, Chief. Don’t wanna get arrested.”, you joked. You briefly glanced over to him to see him smiling warmly at you again.

You felt your heart skip a beat and cleared your throat, turning to your mother to help her carry the salad and the bread outside.

At first, you were a little unsure how the mood at dinner would be when your dad told you Hopper would be joining you. You didn’t have anything against him, you just never really felt like you could read him, and that bothered you sometimes.

He always seemed so serious, stoic almost, although he and your dad were pretty chatty with each other, just like today.

You glanced over to Hop, who was sitting right across you, as he talked to your parents. He looked more relaxed than you remembered. Maybe it was his third beer slowly letting him loose the serious demeanor.

You kept looking at him, observing him. You looked at his right hand that was holding the bottle on the table, noticing that his middle finger was drawing small circles on it. It was probably an unconscious habit, and you couldn’t help but find it somewhat adorable.

As you smiled to yourself, you noticed his gaze shifting to you. You looked into his blue eyes and your heart skipped a beat again.

*Since when did you find him so attractive?

Was that just the uniform?*

His look made you feel like he was expecting your answer to something. Your eyes widened. Had you zoned out that bad over watching him?

“Sorry, what?”, you asked, trying to play it off with a grin, noticing your parents were looking at you as well. 

“We were just talking about your college life.”, your mom smiled as she patted your hair, a gesture she hadn’t shaken off ever since you were a kid. It still sent a warm flush across your face, it made you feel safe.

“You alright? You’ve been quiet since we’ve been out here.”, your dad asked with a smile, not too concerned that something was really bothering you. 

“Yeah, no, I’m good, just a little tired, that’s all.”, you replied. 

You were hoping your parents would go back to their conversation again, but that hope was shattered when Hopper asked you how you liked college. 

You took a deep breath and laughed, “Jesus, I hate these questions… Uhm, it’s fun.” 

You shrugged, not knowing what exactly he, or anyone who ever asked you that, wanted to hear. “It’s fine. I mean, there’s a lot of input and there are some lectures, some professors, or some other students I really can’t stand, but other than that…”, you shrugged again, laughing awkwardly, “Fine.”

Hopper smiled at that and chuckled. “Art history, right?”, he asked softly, “That’s what you’re studying.” 

You smiled back at him and felt a light blush coming to your cheeks. “Yeah.” 

“So you wanna work in a museum when you’re done? Or in a gallery?”, he asked, his attention now fully on you.

Your breath caught in your throat. The way he sat there, his body relaxed, his right hand still holding the bottle, his eyes staying on you as he took a sip from it, his tongue quickly swiping over his bottom lip as he set the bottle down again, and his uniform just fitting him so right.

Your smile grew bigger at his question. “That’d be perfect, but I haven’t decided yet. But, yeah, I’d love to work in an art museum.” You briefly looked over to your parents who were both looking at you proudly.

“Bet you’d fit great in there.”, Hopper smirked. You nodded at him and mumbled a quick “thanks”, a little overwhelmed with how he seemed so focused on you.

Lucky for you, his attention switched to your father again as he asked something about work at the police station. This gave you time to collect your thoughts a little.

Why did you feel so attracted to your dad’s friend? What exactly was it about him? Was it just that he looked very handsome, with his somewhat rugged behavior most of the time, which made you wonder why he was so kind towards you? Was it his seemingly genuine interest in you and what you did? Or was it just the thought of doing something potentially immoral? Or simply your lack of love and romance at college that made you fall for every guy that was nice to you?

You looked at Hopper again as he talked to your dad, almost admiring him. You couldn’t grasp what made him so attractive to you, he was just your dad’s friend. There was nothing special about him. Nothing that really stood out. Except for his eyes, maybe. And his beard. And his voice… And his uniform, obviously. Your eyes widened a little as you realized your thoughts, finding more and more things about him you considered attractive. You silently cursed yourself and shifted a little in your chair, untangling your crossed legs and stretching them out under the table.

You startled a little as you brushed against another leg. You quickly pulled back and saw Hopper glancing at you with a smirk before shifting his focus on your dad again as they kept chatting. To get a hold of yourself again, you grabbed your glass in front of you and took a big sip of the cold water, using the condensation on the glass to cool yourself on your wrists as your mother started telling you something about all the things you could do during your stay in Hawkins.

Thankful for the distraction, you happily listened to her ramble about all the things the two of you could do together and all the things you could teach her once you finished your studies.

“We could go to all kinds of museums across the world and see all your favorite paintings! Wouldn’t that be great?”  You nodded, giggling to yourself, “That would be awesome.” 

As you told your mom about a recent lecture you’d found very interesting, you watched Hopper through the corner of your eye.

He took a cigarette out of a pack and stuffed it between his lips. He grabbed a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette. You didn’t care about smoking yourself, but there was something about the way it sat between his lips or dangled between his fingers when he held it in his hand.

God fucking dammit, get a hold of yourself, your mind screamed at you. You cleared your throat again and looked at your mum, quickly excusing yourself and heading to the bathroom.

“It’s gotta be a hormonal thing.”, you muttered to yourself as you entered the bathroom and locked the door.

You turned on the faucet and let cold water run over your hands and wrists to cool yourself. After a few moments, you shook some water off your hands before placing them on your neck, dampening the skin. You closed your eyes as you enjoyed the coolness, startling when an image of Hopper standing in front of you, taking your hand away and putting his on your neck instead to cool you down popped up. You opened your eyes and looked into the mirror with a confused look.  “Pull yourself together, for fuck’s sake.”, you said to your reflection. You walked out the bathroom and back into the garden, joining your mom and Hopper again.

Before you could ask, your dad came into view with a bottle of whisky. You chuckled to yourself and rubbed your hands together playfully. 

“If that one’s not good, I’m heading home first thing in the morning.”, you warned with a laugh.  Your dad shook his head with a smile as he poured the drinks for everyone. As you grabbed your glass and lifted it to your lips, you noticed Hopper glancing at you yet again. Something about his look made you a little uneasy, but you couldn’t figure out what. He looked attentive and a little stern. 

You tried not to think about the sweet shiver his look gave you and kept eye contact as both of you took a sip. The liquid burnt slightly in your throat, almost making you cough, but you kept a straight face as you swallowed quickly. 

Hopper nodded approvingly, “Not a single twitch in her face. Didn’t expect that.” He looked over to your dad who just shrugged and chuckled, “Told ya so.” You looked at both of them with a cocked eyebrow. “Just told him you handle whisky pretty well, that’s all.”, your dad smiled. You didn’t know what to answer, so you remained silent at first and shrugged a little, but couldn’t hide a smirk. “Bet I could drink you old men under the table anytime.”, you teased, earning a laugh from both your parents.  “That a challenge?”, Hopper asked and you didn’t even have to look at him to sense the amusement in his voice. You shrugged again, trying to look serious as you locked eyes with him, but failing immediately, feeling your cheeks heat up again.

For the rest of the evening, you couldn’t shake the feeling of some sort of tension between Hop and yourself. You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination, if he was just in a mood to taunt you or if there was something else you hadn’t caught on to yet.

And you could’ve sworn he was eyeing you when you stood up to grab a coke from the fridge.

At around ten, Hopper announced he’d be heading home, despite your dad suggesting he could just crash on the couch.

You waved him goodbye with a sweet smile and watched as he got into his car. Before he drove off, you noticed his eyes lingering on you a tad too long as his lips twitched into a slight smirk and reached forward to start the car before driving off.

As you headed inside, you helped your parents clear the table outside. You grabbed the glasses and took them into the kitchen. Your mother mentioned some plans for the upcoming week. “Your dad and I are havin’ our date night on Wednesday. That okay with you?”

You nodded firmly, “‘Course that’s okay, Mom, I don’t mind. I’ll just try to make some plans myself for that night so you can have your space ‘round here, don’t wanna interrupt you two havin’ fun.” You cringed a little at your phrasing, definitely not intending for the last part to sound so suggestive. Your mum just chuckled, “Thank you, sweetie. Maybe some old friends from high school’re around that you wanna meet up with.” “Not sure if I really want that, I think my taste in people has changed.”, you groaned bitterly.

As you got ready for bed and changed into your pajamas, moments from the dinner kept replaying in your head and sent a shiver through your whole body. You couldn’t ignore the way Hopper had looked at you with his pretty blue eyes. His expressions never gave much away, but sometimes, his eyes could say more than he would ever dare to speak. You laid down and tried to clear your mind from him, but you couldn’t help thinking about what he’d be like if you got to know him better. How he would take care of you if you had a bad day, how he would always ask about your major and listen to everything you’d tell him.

“My fucking god.”, you mumbled to yourself and rubbed your eyes before turning to your side, focusing on just getting some sleep.

Throughout the next days, your mind kept drifting off, which was messing you up when you were trying to work on a paper for college. You were sitting at the table in the kitchen, sipping on your third cup of coffee for the day and staring at the book in front of you with wide eyes and ruffling your hair in frustration. You couldn’t focus. At all.

You groaned and threw your head back as you heard your parents’ car pull up the driveway.  “Thank god for the distraction.”, you mumbled and got up from the chair and walked to the front door, ready to help your mom get the groceries out of the car.  “You look-”, your mom started. “I know.”, you laughed and groaned again as you took two bags out of the car, “I’m just trying to work on a paper, but nothing’s working today.” 

She gave you a sympathetic smile and rubbed your arm before taking another bag out of the car and following you inside. “Something on your mind you wanna talk about?”  “I don’t know, not really? And please don’t ask me if it’s boy trouble or something like that, that question will be my last straw.”

She laughed and apologized immediately, “But if there’s something you wanna talk about, anything, you know you can talk it out with me, right?” You just nodded as you started packing away the groceries. “Maybe I’ll just head to the library later and see if I find something helpful there. Or something to distract me and clear my mind.” “I bet you’ll figure something out, don’t stress yourself too much.”, she said and patted your head again.

Two hours later, you were roaming through Hawkin’s library. Initially, you just wanted to look for any book that seemed interesting enough to keep your mind busy. But once you found the small section on art history, you couldn’t resist. 

You scanned the books on each shelf with a smile, taking one out now and then to skim through it and see if it could help with your paper.  As focused as you were on the books, you could still hear faint background noises. Though the library was mostly quiet, you swore you could hear someone talking. You were too far away to distinguish words, but the voice alone made your heart skip a beat.

Shit. 

You turned around and peeped around the corner as inconspicuously as possible. Of course, as you turned around the corner, one of the books you were holding slipped out of your grip and fell to the floor with a loud thump.  You rolled your eyes and silently cursed to yourself as you bent down to pick up the book.  “This day, I swear… Feel like I’m going insane.” As you got up again, you quickly looked around. No one nearby, no one there to give you strange looks because you dropped a book.

You shook your head and looked back to the shelf in front of you, this time placing the books you already took on an empty space in the shelf to keep another one from falling. You looked to the upper rows of the shelf, quickly scanning the books for titles that seemed interesting.  You reached out to pull one out that seemed to be stuck between the other ones around it. You groaned and tried again with more force. You did it get it out, but you also got the other two around it out. Before you realized what happened, the books were stopped by a big hand. “Clumsy today, aren’t we?”  Hopper’s low and quiet voice instantly sent a shiver down your spine. You looked at him with big eyes as he put the books back.

“What?” 

He chuckled. “That book you dropped a minute ago might have gotten my attention. Wanted to see who’s being loud in here.”  You rolled your eyes at him and smiled a little.  “You okay? You seem a bit off.”, he asked.  “Off how?”  “Well, first of all, your hair looks a lil’ messed up.”, he chuckled again and raised his hand to carefully move a strand of your hair. You froze as his hand slightly grazed your forehead. 

“And you just seem… off. I dunno, a little jumpy. Not to mention you dropping books all the time.”

Now you laughed quietly too, “It was one book, gimme a break!” Hopper smiled down at you, “You okay, though?” You puffed out a breath, “I don’t know, this day’s been driving me insane, tugging at the last of my nerves. Can’t focus on anything.”  He frowned a little, “Something happen? Something making you think too much?”

Yes, you, but I can’t tell you that for various reasons, you thought.

“No, not really. I’m just trying to work on a paper and thought looking through the library would help… What are you doing here anyway?” Hop shrugged. “Just needed to check some old newspaper articles. Nothin’ important.”  You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t help a smile, “I pour out my trouble to you and that’s all I get from you, that’s a lil’ disappointing, Hop!” Hop smirked, “Maybe I just stay out of trouble better than you do.” “I’m not in trouble.”, you chuckled as you scanned the shelf for more books.

Anything that kept your eyes off that damn uniform. 

“Well, if you weren’t, you wouldn’t be so stressed and jumpy.”, he teased, “You can talk to me if something’s bothering you, a’ight? I won’t tell anyone.” You looked over at him and noticed a warm smile as his eyes scanned your face. You inhaled deeply and nodded, “Yeah, I know. Thanks, Hop. Don’t you need to get back to the station?”

“I’m the-”, he began.  “Chief of Police, I can do whatever I want.”, you both said. You looked at him and tried to suppress your laugh as his jaw dropped a little. “You kinda say that a lot.”, you said quietly. He smirked at you.  Was that too much? Did you just flirt with him?

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

You mentally prepared yourself for an awkward situation and prayed you wouldn’t start stuttering or something. “My parents got that… date night tomorrow night, and, uh… I told them I’d just stay away so they can have the house to themselves, but turns out I didn’t think this through, so I-”  You looked at Hopper and saw his smirk get bigger as you rambled. You took a deep breath and kept going, “Long story short: I don’t know where the hell I should go and now I wanna awkwardly ask you if I can maybe stay at your place? I swear you won’t even notice me, I can keep myself busy the whole night with my paper or read a book or-"

You internally screamed when he didn’t say anything, just looking at you and smirking. “Please just say something, don’t leave me hanging like this!”, you quietly whined.  You heard a low chuckle come from him before he answered, “Y’know where my trailer is? I’ll put a spare key under the doormat and you can let yourself in whenever you want, a’ight?”  You sighed in relief and thanked him. “I can even cook dinner if you want?” Hopper cocked his eyebrow, “Hell no. I‘m not putting you to work.” “But I make a really good-”  He raised his hand to stop you and smiled again, “Listen, when I get off from work, I just come home, you get in my car, and we’ll get something from Benny’s. Sound good?”  You smiled back at him and nodded, “Sounds good.”  “Good. And don’t stress yourself out too much, okay?” You simply nodded at him before he took off, his lips twitching into another small smirk as he looked at you.

This wasn’t weird, right? You and your dad’s best friend just hanging out?

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tags: @strang3lov3 @whyamiheresomeonehelp

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[ddejavvu]

m.list - jim hopper

fics:

plain old man

blurbs:

dbf!hopper | 2 | 3

you fall asleep on hopper

stepdad!hopper | 2

hopper + cockwarming

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Kinkmas 2024 Masterlist

I hope you all enjoyed this years kinkmas!! Because I sure did 😀😀 even with all my technical difficulties and literally having to skip a whole ass day (it’s still coming) I had a lot of fun 😌😌 I hope you all have an amazing rest of the year and an even better 2025!

Day 1: Tinsel Bondage - Reacher x Reader

Home Alone, 1990

Day 2: Mrs. Claus - Steve Rogers

Elf, 2003

Day 3: Breeding - Jim Hopper

Love Actually, 2003

Day 4: By The Fire - Steve Harrington

Violent Night, 2022

Day 5: Mistletoe - Charlie Swan

Gremlins, 1984

Day 6: Hot Tub in the Snow - Eddie Diaz

How the Grinch Stole Christmas

Day 7: Edible Panties - Eddie Diaz

Die Hard, 1988

Day 8: Dirty Polaroids - Anakin Skywalker

Edward Scissorhands, 1990

Day 9: Snowed In - Bucky Barnes

Krampus, 2015

Day 10: One Bed -Joel Miller

Last Holiday, 2006

Day 11: Kitchen Counter - Evan Buckley

The Polar Express, 2004

Day 12: Tipsy/ Eggnog - Carlisle Cullen

A Christmas Carol, 2009

I am not paying $15.99 I will deal with the watermark okay it was a cute banner 😭😭😭

[keeryhours]

keeryhours masterlist

welcome to my masterlist! here you’ll find all my work in one place!

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series

wildflower - an eddie munson x fem!reader and steve harrington x fem!reader love triangle｜henderson!reader, mom!reader, dad!eddie, rockstar!eddie, ex!eddie, best friend!steve｜+18｜ongoing

the needle and the damage done - an eddie munson x fem!reader rockstar au｜mom!wife!reader, dad!husband!eddie, rockstar!eddie, addict!eddie｜+18｜ongoing

real love, baby - billy hargrove x fem!reader｜hookup to lovers｜pregnant!reader｜+18｜ongoing

nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby - eddie munson x fem!reader｜dbf!eddie, older!eddie, harrington!reader｜dad’s best friend trope｜+18｜ongoing

teen pregnancy series - a ST x fem!reader pregnancy series｜+18｜ongoing

baby daddy! rafe series - a rafe cameron x fem!reader anthology series｜dad!rafe, mom!reader, ex!rafe｜+18｜ongoing

runaways - steve harrington x fem!reader｜preacher’s daughter!reader, track star!reader, baseball player!steve｜+18｜coming soon

such small hands - eddie munson x fem!henderson!reader｜major angst, hurt/little comfort, post s4 events, pregnancy, some x steve｜+18｜ongoing

bigger than the whole sky - steve harrington x fem!reader｜angst, hurt/comfort, pregnancy, loss｜+18｜coming soon

we are never getting back together - eddie munson x fem!reader｜ex husband!eddie, ex wife!reader, dad!eddie, mom!reader, older!eddie｜+18｜ongoing

don’t say you love me - eddie munson x fem!reader, billy hargrove x fem!reader｜hopper!reader, love triangle, pregnancy｜+18｜ongoing

closer to morning - eddie munson x fem!reader｜ex husband!steve, step dad!eddie, mom!reader, dad!steve｜+18｜coming soon

jason doesn’t know - eddie munson x fem!reader｜jason carver’s wife!reader, cheating｜+18｜coming soon

dinner in america - eddie munson x fem!reader｜based on the movie｜+18｜coming soon

scream: the hawkins massacre - an eddie munson x fem!reader horror miniseries｜scream au｜+18｜coming soon

stop the stars - billy hargrove x fem! oc katelyn henderson｜hookup to lovers angst｜+18｜semi-hiatus

one shots

steve harrington

zombie movies & first kisses - steve x fem! henderson! reader｜first date｜fluff

lover boy - steve x fem!reader｜modern college au｜frat king!steve｜+18｜smut

for the very first time - steve x fem!reader｜virgin!reader｜+18｜fluff, smut

is there someone else? - steve x fem!reader, some eddie munson x fem!reader｜college au｜+18｜smut

baby, it’s cold outside - steve x fem!reader｜best friend!steve, christmas｜promptmas 2024｜+18｜smut

fall in love again - steve x ex wife!reader｜mom!reader, dad!steve｜christmas ‘24｜fluff

no one knows (oh, what you do to me) - steve x fem!reader｜ceo!steve, older!steve, personal assistant!reader｜1k celebration｜+18｜smut

there is no other love (it’s only yours) - steve x fem!reader｜5 times i was mistaken for steve’s girlfriend and the one time i really was｜best friend!reader, idiots in love｜fluff

i bet on losing dogs - steve harrington x billy hargrove｜+18｜angst, smut

billy hargrove

how do i live without you? - billy x fem!reader, platonic steve harrington!reader｜pregnant!reader｜angst with some fluff

i bet on losing dogs - billy hargrove x steve harrington｜+18｜angst, smut

eddie munson

late night with the devil - eddie x fem!reader｜+18｜smut

please please please - eddie x fem!reader｜hopper!reader, delinquent!eddie｜+18｜smut

flesh and bone - eddie x fem!reader｜+18｜smut

new year’s magic - eddie x fem!reader｜NYE ‘24｜fluff

nothing else matters - eddie x fem!reader｜older!eddie, birthday boy for CCF｜+18｜smut

meet the parents - eddie x fem!reader｜promptmas ‘24｜+18｜smut

do you trust me? - eddie x fem!reader｜vampire!eddie｜+18｜smut

please be gentle (when you’re tearing me apart) - eddie x fem!reader, steve harrington x fem!reader｜asshole!eddie｜+18｜major angst, some smut

do you wanna come over? - eddie x fem!reader｜virgin!eddie, cheerleader!reader｜+18｜smut

wildest dreams - eddie x fem!reader｜bakery order｜virgin!eddie, best friend!reader｜first time, friends to lovers, porn with no plot｜+18｜smut

you must be a dream - eddie x fem!reader｜perv!eddie, virgin!eddie, Carver!reader, popular!cheerleader!reader, fwb!king!steve｜pure filth｜+18｜smut

⤷ Part 2

robin buckley

naked in manhattan - robin x fem!reader｜best friend!robin｜promptmas ‘24｜+18｜smut

jonathan byers

girls on film - jonathan x fem!reader｜+18｜smut

undressed - jonathan x fem!munson!reader｜first time｜+18｜smut

rafe cameron

baby, come here (i get so lonely at night) - rafe x fem!reader｜frat!rafe｜+18｜smut

jj maybank

friends don’t - jj x fem!reader｜best friend!jj｜fluff

emperor geta

an heir for an emperor - geta x fem!reader｜empress!reader｜+18｜smut

⤷ the emperor’s love - geta x fem!reader｜ empress!reader｜part 2｜+18｜smut

both arms cradle you now - geta x fem!reader｜bakery order｜surprise pregnancy, forbidden love｜+18｜smut

gator tillman

you know my desire - gator x fem!reader｜gunplay｜+18｜smut

don’t forget (you’re mine) - gator x fem!reader｜1k celebration｜+18｜smut

sam (warfare)

coming home to you - sam x fem!wife!reader｜check warnings!｜+18｜angst, fluff, smut

joel miller

listen to that fireplace roar - joel x fem!reader｜younger!reader｜+18｜smut

blurbs

steve harrington

take a ride - steve x fem!reader｜baby making in the truck｜+18｜smut

good for us - steve x eddie munson x fem!reader｜hard dom!steve, soft dom!eddie, sub!reader, threesome｜+18｜smut

kiss me - steve x fem!reader｜coworker!reader｜1k celebration｜fluff

rockstar!steve - steve x fem!reader｜rockstar!steve｜+18｜smut

billy hargrove

please… - billy x fem!reader｜+18｜smut

blurb bakery order 3 - billy x fem!reader｜dubcon, sex pollen｜+18｜smut

eddie munson

good for us - eddie x steve harrington x fem!reader｜hard dom!steve, soft dom!eddie, sub!reader, threesome｜+18｜smut

pussydrunk eddie - eddie x fem!reader｜+18｜smut

sucking eddie off - eddie x fem!reader｜+18｜smut

eddie & plus size gf go to prom - eddie x plus size! fem!reader｜+18｜smut

love letters - eddie x fem!reader｜dom!eddie｜+18｜smut

obey your (dungeon) master - eddie x fem!reader｜dom!eddie｜+18｜smut

don’t stop - eddie x fem!reader｜sub!eddie｜+18｜smut

blurb bakery order 1 - eddie x fem!reader｜first time, one bed trope｜+18｜smut

blurb bakery order 2 - eddie x fem!reader｜baker’s choice｜+18｜smut

blurb bakery order 4 - eddie x fem!reader｜rockstar au, one bed trope｜+18｜smut

rafe cameron

rafe & his plus size gf - rafe x plus size! fem!reader｜+18｜smut

headcanons

the guys taking care of you while sick - billy hargrove, eddie munson, eric (aqpdo)

events

promptmas 2024

1k celebration

[ink-n-shadow]

Simon "Ghost" Riley

(orange indicates works that include content that is not suitable for minors. minors should not interact with these works—these works are intended for individuals 18+)

[ ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSES ]

bodyguard!ghost ⤷ party like a rockstar ⤷ sunscreen and stolen glances ⤷ crybaby ⤷ pure filth ⤷ anything but routine ⤷ club hopper demon!ghost ⤷ broken dove ⤷ captive dove ⤷ savior ⤷ enrichment time ⤷ feverish ⤷ starved ⤷ playlist ⤷ time apart ⤷ affections old divorced biker!ghost ⤷ biker bars ⤷ qualified vampire!ghoap ⤷ spawn and his lord ⤷ coming for you dad!simon ⤷ newborn days ⤷ first steps and old clothes mafia!simon ⤷ assassins ⤷ first attempt owner!ghost ⤷ no more tears

[ DRABBLES ]

canon ⤷ one body, two sides ⤷ more than just a body ⤷ wake-up sex ⤷ wake-up sex (pt. 2) ⤷ tantrums ⤷ i know what you're doing ⤷ spark up ⤷ swipe right ⤷ barrack showers ⤷ listen to your pussy her ⤷ nice hands ⤷ rope bunny non-canon ⤷ dbf!ghost ⤷ payment options (dilf!ghost) ⤷ chalk and trainers (gymnast!ghoap) ⤷ burning kingdoms (king!simon)

©️ ink-n-shadow 2024

do not copy, plagiarize, steal, borrow, or repost any of my work without my expressed permission

[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 9: Body Worship

DBF!Jim Hopper x Artist!Fem!Reader

Summary: Hopper becomes your muse.

Warnings: age gap (Hopper 40s, Reader 20s), unethical relationship, cheating, c*ck worship, cum eating, cumming untouched, facef*cking, body worship, hopper has a big one (i know it), dacryphilia

You’re sitting at your dining room table sketching away when you felt a heavy hand on your head, tussling your hair. You quickly place your arms over your work, looking back at the unexpected guest with an anxious smile.

Hopper gives you a warm genuine smile. He’d come over for dinner by your father’s invitation with his girlfriend, Joyce Byers. When you learned of his relationship status, you were quite disappointed to say the least. You want to be happy for him as he appears to be a lot healthier and happier but because he’s not with you, it doesn’t settle right. Because of this you ignored him the entire night.

“Hey, kid,” He says with a soft chuckle at your startled look. His eyes squint at the way you hid your sketchbook. “Whatcha got there?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” You sigh, trying to feign indifference. “You wouldn’t like it.”

“No, I’m really curious,” He insists, sitting in a chair to face you. “I always care for your art.”

You clutched the book to your chest before slowly releasing it for him to take. It’s erotica art. The male vampire lover similar-looking to Hopper feeding from the breast of a woman similar-looking to you.

“That’s pretty good stuff.” He says, much to your surprise.

“I-it is.”

“Yeah,” He laughs. “Is this why you were afraid to show me?”

Your eyes bug out of your head. Did he catch on that the drawing looks similar to him? It’s so obvious! Of course, he knows.

“Because of a little nudity?” He continues. So he didn’t catch on, after all.

“Well, yeah,” You follow through with his observation. “People tend to get a bit uncomfortable with nudity so I didn’t want to do that to you.”

“I don’t mind nudity especially when it comes to incredible art like yours. The human body’s a natural thing.”

“Exactly! That’s actually the concept I’m going for with my art. Natural bodies, sexualities, and kinks. It’s about what makes humans find beauty and attraction or lack thereof beyond the human flesh.”

“I think it’s brilliant. Maybe a little above my intelligence level but I know you’ve got it.”

“Actually, I think you might be the only one who understands around here,” You admit. “My parents…they just think this whole art thing’s unsustainable. But I think with this art installation project coming up, I can prove them wrong. Do you…do you think you can help me, Sheriff Hopper?”

“How could I help?” He asks.

“Be my muse, pretty please.”

And when he agreed he’d no clue what he’d signed himself up for. For you to be so bold to ask your father’s best friend to be your muse when it meant seeing him in the nude, he couldn’t fathom you asking such a thing. And yet now here he was in your small studio contemplating on whether he should go through with removing the remainder of his clothing.

You place your pencil down onto the canvas’s utensil holder, approaching his tall frame. “What’s wrong? Do you need help taking off your pants?”

He swallows convulsively. “When I said I’d be your muse, I thought you just needed me to hold a quick pose…fully clothed.”

“My art concept’s about natural bodies, Sheriff,” You grab unto the waist band of his jeans that had been slightly undone to reveal his white boxers. You drag his pants down a little to where his rather sizable member rests above the open fly. He’s growing hard. “You knew that though. It’s exactly why you agreed to becoming my muse—so I can worship you.”

You palm him through his underwear and he groans, taking your hand away to place them over his hairy chest.

“I knew you as a teenager.” He protests.

“I was 19.” You roll your eyes, using your free hand to hook into his underwear and pull him closer.

“Your father wouldn’t approve.” He argues, a moan bubbling in his throat when you begin to kiss on his chest and swirl a tongue around his nipple. He squeezes your hand a little, releasing as if it is an expression of his diminishing restraint.

You pull away with a wet pop, a line of saliva connecting as you stare up at him with doe eyes. “When have I ever cared what my father approves of?”

“I have a girlfriend.” He counters.

You move your lips to his ear, hotly whispering, “So do I.”

Your lips find each other’s in a sloppy make out session of tongues and clashing teeth. Your hands roam his body, caressing his belly then slipping down his underwear to jerk him off. Even though, you can’t see it, you can tell that it’s not only deathly thick and long but super veiny, too, with a wicked curve. No wonder Joyce had been limping all throughout dinner that day.

You break away from his lips, peppering wet kisses all over his stomach and dipping your tongue in his bellybutton. When you’re finally on your knees, you rub the base of him through the fabric. You bite your lip in anticipation as you finally take initiative and pull him out of his confines, mouth dropping open at the look of him. Just as veiny as you thought with heavy, sagging balls to match. You’re drooling, licking your lips and staring up at him one last time before focusing your eyes on the leaking tip and enclosing your mouth around him.

He cradles the back of your head with one hand while the other pounds a fist against your not-so-high ceilings, a loud growl escaping his clenched teeth.

You bob your head quickly, dramatically gagging on him and its loud and messy but neither of you care. Soon, he’s fucking your mouth both hands interlocked on the back of your head while you do a mix of massaging his clothed thick thighs or raking your sharp nails down his pudgy tummy. Tears prick your eyes as you struggle to take him but you’ll take whatever he gives you even if it kills you.

You don’t even need to touch yourself as the juices flow out of you, streaming down your inner thighs. You’re humping the air, core contracting around nothing as his whines are the only thing fueling you to near your end.

“Fuuuck, I’m cumming.” He hisses, rapid final thrusts of his wide cock into your mouth. He holds you down, your nose embedded in his pubic hair and you taste his hot spunk shoot down your throat. Just from that, you cum untouched, the act of being used so filthily making it possible.

You’re limited in breathing as you inhale through your nose and your jaw hurts but it’s all worth it as your eyes roll back and you quiver as much as your body could under his hold.

He finally releases your head, pulling his cock out of your wet mouth with webs of saliva to follow as you gasp for air.

“Was I inspiring enough for you?” He asks cockily.

Your throat itches as you let out a low giggle. “You’re perfect.”

[ervotica]

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), jim being the most daddy ever, i just have mega brainrot 4 him

Thinking about dbf!Jim Hopper who sits in his cabin of an evening and waits for you to come over. Jim who drags you into his lap the minute you walk your cute little ass through the door and slings your legs over his meaty thighs, who lets you scrape your fingers through the thick scruff of his beard and drag your teeth along his neck and ears.

Jim who lights your cigarettes for you, thumbing at your bottom lip and placing it gently in the gap he's created; he flicks the lighter and it comes to life as you chase it with the end of your cig. He always laughs in that deep, gravelly way that's reserved only for you.

"Patience, sweetheart."

Jim who lets you blow smoke into his mouth as you ply him with open mouthed kisses, lips smacking wetly against his own when you bite his soft flesh and giggle.

Jim who drives you around in the Chevy and lets you fiddle with the controls to keep you amused, legs draped up on the dash and a cigarette hung lazily from your lips. He humours you when you wiggle your fingers and stretch your arm towards him to play with his fingers as he drives, reaching over to place your cigarette between his lips every so often for a drag.

Jim who adores how you look on your knees with your mouth full of him; his sweet girl, his secret shame, his clandestine lover. How you lose yourself in it, in the pleasure of making him feel good.

The way it turns him on makes him sick, how he groans and his hips stutter when you call him daddy in that sweet lilting voice, how you breathe heavy and high-pitched as you work him from base to tip and suckle on the head of his cock just the way he likes. The way you force yourself all the way down and gag as your nose buries in the thatch of curls by his pubic bone has him incoherent, fisting handfuls of your hair and holding you down until you're gasping and choking around him.

And when all is said and done- when you've told your father you're sleeping around a friend's house but you find yourself in the sheriff's bed instead- he's gentle. Soft and attentive and sure, a little rough around the edges, but you wouldn't have him any other way. You curl up and tuck yourself close and the entire world melts away until all that's left is you and him.

And the lying and the secrets and the sneaking around wears you down occasionally, but you'd do it all a thousand times over for him.

[stargirlrchive]

— CAPT. JOHN PRICE MASTERLIST

general masterlist ✩ cod masterlist

updated: 01/14/24

✩ misbehavin’

✩ oral fixation

✩ dbf!price : one - two - three

✩ on the phone w simon : one - two - 2.5 - three

✩ use your words

✩ thigh riding

✩ play with me

✩ homie hopper

✩ former barracks bunny

✩ work wife

✩ dating price (visual) ; one - two

[stvolanis]

❥JCS MASTERLIST❥

( so far )

Elvis: ❥ All Dolled Up PT.1

❥ All Dolled Up PT.2

❥ All Dolled Up PT.3

❥ Broken heartstrings

❥ Pretty Stars

❥ BIRTHDAY BOY

Stranger Things: ❥ Don’t Wanna Grow Up. (Jim Hopper)

❥ Nancy Wheeler (Drabble)

❥ Strawberry Kisses (Nancy Wheeler)

Scarface: ❥ LOVE GAMES (Tony)

❥ soft lovin’ (Tony)

Saltburn: ❥ Farleigh Start Drabble

❥ HOT & HEAVY (Farleigh Start)

❥ Toxic! FWB! Farleigh Start

❥ Vixen. (Farleigh Start)

❥ lover<3 (Farleigh Start)

❥ Mean! Farleigh Start

❥ Love & War (Farleigh Start)

❥ Farleigh Start x Innocent! Reader

❥ Farleigh Start w/ size kink

❥ Farleigh Start x Hybrid! Reader

❥ Intruder Alert! (Farleigh Start)

❥ Hearts & Kisses (Farleigh Start)

❥ last saltburn related post (reposts excluded) :’)

THE LOST BOYS: ❥ supernatural S/O

GUNS N ROSES: ❥ Pink Roses. (Axl)

HAZBIN HOTEL: ❥ Now I know you better (Alastor)

OUTER BANKS: ❥ Rafe Drabble :)

❥ Another Rafe Drabble..

❥ jj Drabble

❥ summer lovin’ (jj)

❥ Rafe & his hybrid!puppy gf drabble

❥ rafe & his praise kink Drabble ;P

❥ dbf!Pope drabble

❥ rafe w/ his housewife drabble

❥ subby john b drabble

❥ mean rafe drabble

❥ jj w/ his prince albert piercing :)

❥ stepbro! rafe

❥ best friend! rafe

ON MY BLOCK: ❥ Spooky w/ Bimbo!Reader

❥ Spooky x reader fluff

IWTV: ❥ Armand drabble

❥ Lestat drabble

❥ Too Sweet (Louis)

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[enretrogue]

𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟭)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

MCU

BUCKY BARNES

Bumblebee Series: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 ⎢ 7 ⎢  — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Soft!Dark!Mafia!Bucky x Runaway Bride!Reader — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Peachy Sweet: 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @straywords .☘︎ ݁˖

FRANK CASTLE/THE PUNISHER

Apple Bottom Jeans (+Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

#15 w/ Frank Castle — @bits-and-babs

Bambi With Fangs ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 — @bubuslutty

Bring Me Home — @frvnkcastles

Bakery AU — @devils-dares

Love Language (+ Billy Russo) — @bubuslutty

Imagine #1,044 (+ Shane Walsh) — @komotionlessqueenmm

Primal — @darlingshane

Instagram AU — @amhrosina

You’re Everything I Never Knew I Needed — @lemon-world1

Cowboy!Frank — @rrestrella

Really Bad Week — @chvoswxtch

“Come here…Hey! I said come. Here.” — @bullet-prooflove

Sanctuary — @glossysoap

Biting Truth — @narcolini

Soft Morning Sex w/ Frank — @amhrosina

Cutesy Blurb — @thyme-in-a-bubble

Frank w/ An Inexperienced Reader — @amhrosina

STEVE ROGERS

His Inheritance: Chapter 26 ⎢ Chapter 27 — @jtargaryen18

FRANK CASTLE + MATT MURDOCK

Spelling Out “I Love You” — @amhrosina

Baking w/ Matty and Frankie — @chvoswxtch

An Unexpected Delight — @amhrosina

TWD

GLENN RHEE

CDC — @collecting-stories

Feel Me — @nikkisheep

Never Stopped Looking — @glennrheesworld

Sex w/ Glenn — @strgrlxox

PEAKY BLINDERS

LUCA CHANGRETTA

Busted — @mlmxreader

Our Scars — @arzennn

MICHAEL GRAY

Behind On That Cute Date ⎢ Chocolate Pie — @anonymooseforever007

ALFIE SOLOMONS

Airport Snow — @there-goes-thefighter

Angel of Birmingham — @darkdevasofdestruction

Quid Pro Quo — @scorpiussage

THOMAS SHELBY

Dragon’s Den — @pherelesytsia

Afternoon Shelby Chaos ⎢The Boys ⎢Dad!Tommy ⎢Mr. Giraffe — @teenwolf-theoriginals

Mama Bear — @dlmlufics

Arthur + Cards — @dlmlufics

Big Sister Bess — @dlmlufics

Escape to Me — @daisyblinder

GEN. PEAKY BLINDERS

The Proposal (Shelby!Reader) — @anonymooseforever007

TGM

COURT GENTRY/SIERRA SIX

Take a Nap Amidst the Storm — @lloydsbitch

Home — @welcome-to-my-multiverse

SIERRA SIX + LLOYD HANSEN

Ready for Destruction (Prologue) — @holylulusworld

STRANGER THINGS

JIM HOPPER

Handcuffed — @thisfanisgonesorry

Taking Control — @call-me-little-sunshine84

Workplace Gossip — @darling-i-read-it

Batch of Cookies — @sunnylands-world

Hopper x Sleepy!Reader — @ddejavvu

DBF!Hopper — @ddejavvu

Final Essay — @keerysteacake

Plain Old Man — @ddejavvu

Out of the Woods — @mypoisonedvine

DBF!Hopper — @empresskylo

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Summer Fic Week 2023 - Day 6: Find Your Own Way Back Home

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov x Reader

Work Summary:

It's summertime, and Dmitri finally has a place of his own. When he goes to pick up his things from Hopper's place, he's not expecting to find you there, recently dumped and looking so pretty in a sundress.

Dmitri x Hopper's daughter!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1820

Read on AO3.

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Taglist: @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye

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Notes:

warnings for age gap, daddy kink, dbf!dmitri, reader is hopper's daughter, one of the nastiest things I've ever written No details are specified so reader could be an adopted daughter.

Update: There's now a sequel.

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Summer was drawing to a close, and Dmitri couldn’t have been happier about that. He was sweating. Even though the A/C in his car was at full blast, he still felt like he was melting. As he pulled into Hopper’s driveway, the beaten up old Chevy he’d managed to get for pretty cheap protested. It seemed to hate the hot weather almost as much as he did.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and then got out of the car. Hopper had lent him a spare key, but he didn’t need it. The front door was unlocked.

That was strange. No one was supposed to be home.

“Hello?” he called out, stepping into the kitchen.

“Dmitri?”

He spun on his heel and almost lost his balance. He put his hand on his heart. “You scared the life out of me.” You were standing in the doorway to the living room, wearing a sundress that fell to just above your knees.

“Hey, you’re in my house. What are you doing here, anyway?”

Dmitri tried to avoid looking at your chest. It had been difficult to live here, with his only friend’s very pretty daughter wandering around in tight summer clothing. It had been half the impetus to move out. Most nights, he would have a cold shower before bed and try not to think about how pretty your tits would look with his cock between them.

“I am here to pick up the last of my things. Your father said there’d be no one home.”

You frowned, as if suddenly remembering something. “Right. Well, if you need me, I’ll be eating a pint of Ben & Jerry’s in the living room with all the blinds closed.”

“Wait,” he said, in spite of himself. “What’s wrong?”

You sighed. “I was supposed to be going out with my boyfriend today, but he dumped me last night. Said he thought he could do better than me, now that he’s got a fancy new job.”

“What a stupid boy,” he said. “You are way out of his league.” He had met your boyfriend a few times while he was living with you and Hopper. He had always disliked him. He was rude and ungrateful and clearly didn’t respect you.

“… Thanks, Dmitri.”

“I’m serious.” Dmitri didn’t know what had gotten into him. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was the way that the cleavage of your sundress dipped so low that he could see your breasts rise and fall with every breath. He saw the frown on your pretty face and he thought he’d go to the ends of the earth to wipe it off. “You’re so beautiful, and smart, and funny. He was nothing.”

You nibbled on your lower lip. It was a habit that he found charming on you, although it probably would’ve been annoying on anyone else. It helped that you were so pretty.

“You really think so?”

“Of course, I do. If I were twenty years younger…” He trailed off, wondering where the line between friendly banter and him getting in trouble was, and realising that he’d probably already crossed it.

“Well, for what it’s worth, you wouldn’t have to be twenty years younger.”

His heart was racing. Did that mean what he thought it meant? He said your name like a warning, and watched the goosebumps stand up on your arms, despite the heat.

“You’re too cute for your own good, you know that?” He put a hand on your shoulder, in a gesture that could’ve been construed as friendly, but definitely wasn’t.

What was he doing? Hopper was going to kill him. Still, he couldn’t help but slide his hand further down the inside of your arm, letting the back of his hand brush against your breast. He felt you shiver.

“Dmitri?” You said his name breathlessly.

You turned to look at him with those big doe eyes of yours, and he had to fight to stop his erection from straining against his pants.

“Your boyfriend is an idiot,” he said in a low voice. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“Oh yeah?”

This close, he towered over you. He cupped your breast through your dress, thumbing over your nipple. That drew a gasp from deep inside you.

“You going to give daddy a taste?” He nosed along your jawline, moustache tickling you.

You nodded shakily. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” His grip on your breast tightened.

“Yes, daddy.”

Without another word, he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder. You made an undignified squeak as he carried you up the stairs to your bedroom.

He kicked the door shut behind him and lowered you onto your bed. Before you had a chance to react, he grabbed you by the hips, rolling you over onto your hands and knees.

“Pretty girl,” he murmured, sliding up your dress. “I want to eat your pretty little pussy. Can I?”

“God, fuck, yes,” you groaned, leaning forwards on your elbows in a way that let your dress ride up even further.

“Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.” He slid your panties to the side, admiring the little damp spot on them. He skimmed his thumb through your folds and found you unbelievably wet.

“Please don’t tease me,” you moaned.

Dmitri chuckled. He leant back and pulled his t-shirt off over his head. “Are you gonna beg for it?”

“Please, daddy,” you begged. “Please, I’ve wanted this for so long. I want you to make me cum.”

He was rock hard in his shorts. Your voice was going straight to his cock. “How long?”

“Since we first met.” You turned your head to the side, looking at him over your shoulder. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”

“Well, it would be cruel of me to keep you waiting any longer,” he said, and dove in, spreading you open with his fingers and pleasuring you with his tongue.

“Daddy,” you gasped, “oh, fuck, daddy.”

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Letting me play with you like this?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He leant in closer, moustache brushing against your inner thighs. He ate you out ravenously, motorboating your pussy and sucking your clit into his mouth.

You didn’t know how much longer you could last.

“Can I cum please, daddy?”

“Yes, cum on daddy’s face, princess.” You closed your eyes and felt your pussy clench, a fresh wave of fluid being lapped up by Dmitri’s tongue. “Good girl. Good girl.” His voice was a low hum, sending pleasurable vibrations through you.

You slumped forward, overstimulated, but Dmitri wasn’t done with you yet. He grabbed your leg and rolled you over onto your back.

“Daddy?” you murmured, sounding a little dazed. Dmitri didn’t respond, instead kicking off his shorts and boxers. He shifted closer, letting his hard cock fall against your pussy.

“You want daddy’s cock, princess? You want daddy to make you feel real good?”

You eyed his cock nervously. It was longer and thicker than any you’d ever seen in real life. “Will it fit?”

“Daddy will make it fit, princess, don’t worry about that.” He pulled at the straps of your dress, letting them fall, and then he grabbed at the front, pulling it down until your breasts were exposed.  

Thick, searching fingers found your hole, breaching the perimeter and stretching you open. You let out a deep sigh as he probed around inside you, looking for your g-spot. With his free hand, he pushed your thigh up so that your knee was in the air, and that gave him the leverage he needed to press his fingers to the sweet spot inside you.

“Right there, daddy. Right there,” you panted. He kept fingering you, rubbing at that spot. “I want more, daddy, please. I need your cock.”

You closed your eyes as he pulled your panties down and tossed them away. You felt his cock slap against your entrance. You hadn’t been exaggerating earlier when you’d asked if it would fit. He was big. As he slipped the head in, you let out a deep groan.

“You like that, don’t you? You like it when daddy splits you open on his cock?”

You nodded, unable to find words. He slid in a little deeper, pushing the air out of your lungs. You grabbed his shoulders, fingernails digging into the skin as you threw your head back.

“More, please, daddy.”

Dmitri chuckled again. “You’re daddy’s little cockslut, aren’t you? You love being fucked.”

“I love being fucked by you, daddy.”

He slid all the way in, drawing a gasping moan from you. Without giving you time to adjust, he pulled back and then pushed back in, making your toes curl.

He fucked you like that, harsh and consistent, making your breasts bounce with every thrust. He held onto your breast hard enough to bruise, and the other hand was tangled up in your dress, dragging you back against him with each motion.

“Daddy,” you squeaked, “ah, ah, ah, daddy, fuck.” Little gasps and moans felt from your lips, which only seemed to spur him on more. He fucked you harder and deeper until you felt lightheaded.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He buried his face into your skin, breathing you in.

“Cum for me, princess,” he groaned. “Cum for daddy.” With one last, deep moan, you clenched hard around him, your back arching. “Feels so good. So fucking tight.”

You came hard, letting him fuck you through your orgasm. When you let out a little whimper, he pulled out of you. You opened your eyes to see him leaning over you, still on all fours, one hand wrapped around his cock.

“Tell daddy to cum, princess.”

“Cum for me, daddy, please cum for me.”

That was all it took. Thick ropes of cum splattered all over your sundress, which was bunched up around your middle. Dmitri swore loudly and sat back on his heels.

Neither of you spoke for a very long moment. Then Dmitri stood up and left the room. You felt your heart sink. Was that it? Was he leaving you now?

But a moment later, he returned, a washcloth in hand.

“Here,” he said, handing it to you. With his help, you pulled off your messy sundress and wiped all traces of cum off your skin. When you were clean(ish), he cleared his throat gruffly. “I should get going before your dad gets home.” You groaned, but you knew he was right. He turned away from you and grabbed his boxers. You watched him slowly began to dress himself. “But, uh…” He spoke shiftily, without looking at you. “You should come visit me in my new place sometime.”

“Dmitri…” You touched his arm, turning him around to face you. Kneeling up on the bed, pressing your naked body against his half-clothed one, you kissed him. “I’d love to.”

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Notes:

Preview of tomorrow's fic: Sequel to my Pietro Maximoff fic Leave Me In The Deep End.

[pinkypromisepascal]

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚝. 𝙸𝙸 (𝚍𝚋𝚏!𝙷𝚘𝚙 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

read part one here!

summary: your parents have their date night and you stay with Hopper, hoping your crush on him won't get you into awkward situations

content: a bit of angst, reader's kind of driving herself crazy, age gap (reader's in her 20s, Hop's 40), MDNI for your own sake

author's note: thanks again to @strang3lov3 for helping me make sure this fits Hop's character! Hope you all enjoy this one as much as the first part! I'm a sucker for feedback, so don't be afraid to share your thoughts on this! And ff you want to be tagged in the next parts, let me know in the comments!

After Hopper left, you headed to the librarian with three books you had settled for. Luckily, all of them were available for you to keep for up to two weeks. You walked back home and couldn’t help the ridiculous smile on your lips. You shook your head as you thought about it. How were you supposed to spend an evening with Hopper when you were most definitely attracted to him and you didn’t know each other that well? It wasn’t like you didn’t know Hopper at all. He became close with your dad when you were around seventeen; he’d come around sometimes after work for a beer or your dad would just talk about him sometimes. And then of course there were those evenings where he’d stay over for dinner or for long talks in the living room with your parents. On most of those occasions, you’d just sit nearby and listen or hear them laughing when you were in your room. Hop wasn’t a stranger, he never really was. He was good company when he was around your parents, despite his serious countenance. But what did Hopper really know about you? You weren’t sure how much they’d talk about you, you didn’t see much reason for going beyond the casual “How’s the kid doing? Doing good? Good”, because let’s face it, there was no genuine interest behind it. Most of the time at least.

You thought back to the barbecue a few days ago and how Hopper had seemed anything but not interested in you. He even remembered that you studied art history and wanted to know what you wanted to do after finishing college. You told yourself it’s because you were a grown up, and it’s always easier to talk to adults.

At home again, you tried to think about the upcoming day as little as possible. Everything was going to be okay and not awkward. "So, what're your plans for tomorrow, sunshine?", your dad asked during dinner. You just shrugged with a smile, "Just gonna make myself a nice day, try to get some work done, take a walk, and just… see where it takes me… I even have a place to crash for the night so you can have the whole evening to yourselves here." "Oh yeah? What poor soul's letting you stay over night?", your dad joked. You stuck your tongue out at him. "Actually, it's Hop who…I'm staying with. Ran into him in the library today.", you said after you had cleared your throat, a warm feeling creeping through your body as you said it out loud. Please don't let this get awkward. "Then at least we're sure you're in good hands.", he chuckled. You silently let out a breath in relief and smiled back, "Yeah, I guess." "He's a good guy, sweetie, he's just a little rough sometimes." You didn't know what to answer anymore, so you just nodded, hoping for a change of topic.

You went to bed with a racing heart. You knew it was silly to act like that, to be so nervous, but you couldn't help it. Spending an evening with Hopper. As you were laying in bed, you kept thinking about it and noticed that part of you really wanted to impress him, to make him like you. You wanted to get to his sweet side. The more you thought about and conjured up mental images of what an evening with Hopper could be like, you realized how touch-starved you felt. You were yearning for a gentle touch, a hug. A kiss. Maybe.

The next day, you took your time to sleep late and just try to get yourself worked up as little as possible. No reason to stress yourself over something so simple, right? No reason. You made breakfast for yourself while your parents were at work and took a long shower. After that, you packed your backpack and got ready to leave the house. You walked through Hawkins and took your sweet time to get to your destination.

Just like Hop had said, you found a spare key under his doormat as you reached his trailer. You picket it up and unlocked the door. You took a quick scan around the trailer and noticed a note on the kitchen counter.

You smiled as you read the note. You checked the time and saw that you had four hours to yourself before Hop would be home. You looked out the window and watched the sun shine on the lake. You didn't pack a swimsuit, but there was no one else around here, so why not just go for it? You thought about it for a few more moments as you stepped outside on the balcony, letting the sun hit your face and warm your whole body. This is nice, you thought. You looked at the water again. After a few seconds, you went back inside and grabbed a towel from your backpack and headed outside to the dock.

You took off your shoes and unbuttoned your jeans. Before taking them off, you looked around to see if anyone was near. Lucky for you, you were all by yourself. You stripped down and set all of your clothes aside. You walked to the edge of the dock and sat down, letting your feet hang in the water. The temperature felt okay, not really warm, but not too cold to go in. You carefully lifted yourself forward, slowly sinking into the water. You took a sharp breath and shrieked a little as the water reached your stomach, always the most sensitive spot. Once you were completely in the water, you got accustomed to the temperature soon and smiled to yourself as you swam. You let yourself float on the back for a while and closed your eyes, listening to the sounds of the water around you, shutting out everything else. After what felt like hours, the sun got shielded by some clouds, taking some of the warm feeling from you. You opened your eyes with a sigh and decided it was time to get out again. You swam back to the dock and heaved yourself up. Back in the trailer, you headed to Hop's bathroom, towel wrapped around you and your clothes bundled up in your arm. He did tell you make yourself comfortable, right?

Back in the living area after a quick shower, you checked the time again. You still had around two hours until Hop would be home.

You grabbed your backpack and took out one of the library books before you plopped down on the couch and made yourself comfortable. You looked over the table of contents and flipped through the book till you reached a chapter about compositional patterns, mainly focusing on renaissance paintings.

Despite your focus on trying to grasp information that could be useful for your paper, you noticed that your mind kept trailing off into daydreams. You tried to shake them off, but found yourself re-reading the same paragraph multiple times before you put the book down and rubbed your eyes with a groan. You looked around the living area, trying to get your focus back. You looked at the kitchen, an image of Hop cooking popping up. You chuckled to yourself, he didn't seem like he'd cook much, not to mention that he probably wouldn't enjoy it. In your imagination, Hop would be trying to cook something he hasn't tried before, burn something because he forgot to stir and then just give up and get some fast food, grumpily eating it on the couch you were now lying on.

As you thought about it, you realized how domestic this whole situation felt. Spending time at Hop's place, waiting for him to come home from work so you two can have dinner and a nice evening together? Under other circumstances considering your age and Hop's connection to your father, this would feel like somewhat of a relationship. Your heart jumped a little at that. God damn it, you thought and rubbed your eyes. You wondered how Hop felt about all of this. Did he feel weird about having you at his place for the night? If he did, he wouldn't have said yes when you asked him, right?

You shook your head and turned your attention back to the book. To try and clear your mind, you decided to just flip through the entire book and find something that genuinely interested you instead of trying to focus on something you felt you had to read to keep yourself busy. You searched for paintings that caught your eye. There had to be something on these five hundred pages, right? After a while, your eyes fell on a painting of Hero and Leander by Salvator Rosa from 1645. The text on the side gave a summary of the mythological story behind it.

Hero was a priestess of Aphrodite and fell in love with Leander when they met at the festival of Aphrodite. Though both of them feared their love wouldn't be approved by their parents, Leander kept swimming to her sleeping quarters, guided by a lamp Hero would light for him every time. During a storm, the light was blown out, Leander lost orientation and drowned. Upon seeing the dead body of her lover, Hero decided to take her own life.

You looked back at the image of the painting, studying it. The sky and water looked dark and tumultuous, maybe also reflecting Hero's emotions as she looks at Leander's lifeless body. You kept looking at it as their tragic story replayed in your head. A forbidden love with a tragic ending. Your mind drifted off again. Would it be forbidden and tragic to be with Hopper? To get involved with him? You weren't even sure if you were really looking for a relationship or if you were just looking for anything that gave you a feeling of… of what, exactly? Love? Safety? Being treated right?

You thought back to your latest dating "experiences" if they were even worth to be called that. During the semester, you had been talking to a guy from one of your classes. You had been studying together, gathering your notes from the lecture together in a café on campus and actually having a good time. You had even had dinner together a few times, and he had always insisted on paying, telling you that you were so smart and always worked so hard, you deserved some free dinner. One night you were drinking together and you almost had sex in his dorm, until you had been interrupted by a roommate tumbling in. It had ruined the mood to say the least. You had put your clothes back on and left without another word. He hadn't even apologized or offered to meet up again some time. Right after the exam you had studied for, he just ignored you, made you feel like you didn't exist, as if none of those nights had happened.

Before you could sink any more into those memories, the front door opened and Hopper stepped in. He looked at you with a kind of surprised expression, as if he had forgotten you'd be here. "Hey", he smiled as you looked up at him from the couch, "Comfy?" You nodded, but didn't say anything. "You okay?" You rubbed your eyes and nodded again, "Yeah, just… a little tired, I guess. I've been daydreaming." Hopper walked over to you and looked at you, "Doesn't really sound like you were having good daydreams. Sure you're ok?" "Yes, I'm sure", you said with a little smile as you looked at him. He was so close right now, this whole situation felt unreal. "But I kinda don't feel like going to Benny's. D'you mind if we just stay here? I feel like never getting up from this couch again." He gave you a sympathetic smile and nodded, "Sure, whatever you want. But don't expect any masterpieces out of my kitchen." "I could see what you got and make us something", you suggested with a quiet voice, "Although I remember you telling me I'm not making dinner." "Make yourself at home but keep your expectations low, sweetheart. I'm gonna go take a shower real quick, take your time with everything." You chuckled and got up to take a closer look around the kitchen. You opened a few cabinets and the fridge. "How's some carbonara sound to you?", you called out as you took out the stuff you'd need.

After dinner, Hop cleared the table and took care of the dishes, insisting you wouldn't do anything else but relax, you were his guest, after all. "Want a drink?" "Sure. Whatcha got?" "How about this whisky?" "Is it as good as the one we had last week?", you asked, leaning against the opposite side of the counter he was standing at. He placed two glasses on the counter and leaned closer to you as he opened the bottle. "Let's find out", he said, almost a growl in his voice.

A few drinks later, you were both standing on the balcony. Hop was smoking a cigarette and looking out on the lake. You, on the other hand, were just looking at him again. Studying his face, his body language. He seemed relaxed, even more relaxed than when he had come over for dinner. You wished you could just lean into him, lean against him as he stood there and just be close to him. The background noise of the lake faded out a little, you were just standing there, leaning against the railing and looking at the man in front of you. You didn't even notice him turning his head back to you, studying your face just as much as you did his.

"You're staring", you heard him say softly. You snapped out of your little daydream, your expression turned into a sad smile as you looked at him. He still had that same warm look. "Sweetheart, you don't look okay. Everything alright?" You nodded and shifted to look out at the lake, "Yeah, no, I was just… lost in thoughts." "You can go to sleep if you're tired." "I'm not tired." "You sure?" "Pretty sure." "What's got you zoning out so much, then?" Your heart started beating faster, warmth rushed through your body, making your hands sweat. You looked at him again. He stepped a little closer to you. You could feel warmth radiating from him. "I know that look, y'know…" "What look?" His lips twitched and he breathed out, smoke coming from his nose. He studied your face carefully to take in any reaction he'd find. "You've been looking at me in some way… I'm not sure what it is, but something's… making you look at me a lot." You didn't answer, you just looked back out on the lake, focusing on its sounds, on the crickets chirping, on the sound of the water moving around. Hop took another small step forward and put a hand under your chin ever so gently, turning your head to make you look at him. He was so close. You could feel his breath on your face as he looked down at you, his blue eyes staring deep into your own.

"I wasn't sure if it'd be a mistake to let you stay here for the night." "Why am I here then?" He snapped his cigarette away and took a deep breath. He cupped your face with both hands. "Because I like you. And I want you to feel comfortable around me. I don't want you to feel weird…" It felt like time had stopped. You were just looking at each other. Hop's warm hands on your face, his body so close to yours, and his eyes so blue, even during the dim light of sunset. "But I won't take advantage of you, sweetheart… If something happens between us, I want you sober, okay?" "But I'm not-" "I know you're not drunk, but we've both had a few drinks and whatever would happen if I got any closer to you, you'd wake up tomorrow and regret it." You felt tears build up. Your breath hitched and your face heated up. Your heart wrenched. You just wanted to feel him, to touch him, anything that would soothe this aching feeling inside of you. You leaned closer until your foreheads touched. "Don't cry", he whispered. You felt him hesitate to move his hands. As if he wanted to pull you into a hug, but decided against it. "Y'should get some sleep. You look exhausted." You wiped your eyes and nodded, slowly withdrawing from his hold. His eyes never left you, they were fixed on you.

You headed inside, Hop followed you. "You okay with the couch? We can switch if you want." You shook your head as you took a blanket he had put there before dinner. You looked at him with a small smile, "Take the bed, old man." He chuckled quietly and cupped your face again to press a small kiss to your forehead. "You'll regret calling me that", he said before walking out of the room. A few minutes later, the world was quiet again. Just you in the living area, Hop in his bedroom, and the feeling of his lips on your forehead still lingering. You had a hard time falling asleep. You curled up under the blanket, trying to get Hop off your mind for at least a few hours. He had caught on to you. He'd caught you looking at him, he knew something was up. He had felt so warm when you were standing so close on the balcony, his big hands gently holding your face, his blue eyes luring you in.

Did he feel the same attraction as you did? Or did he just care about you in a platonic way? On the other hand, he had said that if something happened between you two, he’d want you sober. Did that mean he wanted something to happen?

You didn’t remember how long you’d been awake when you woke up. The sunlight was hitting your face and you rubbed your eyes before opening them slowly. You took in your surroundings, only remembering where you were after a few seconds. It was quiet. Not a single sound to be heard. No shower running, no one walking around or talking. You looked over to the kitchen counter and noticed something on there. You got up and walked over; it was another note.

You sighed. Take your time with everything, it echoed through your mind. You looked out on the balcony, the memories from last night coming back. This is getting ridiculous, you thought. Your crush on Hopper was getting ridiculous.  But that didn’t stop you from taking the note and slipping it into your backpack before gathering the rest of your stuff and heading for the door. Before leaving, you took the key that he had left for you out of your back pocket and put it on the counter.  As the front door clicked behind you, your heart sank. One part of you wanted to go back to last night, back to the moment on the balcony, and just stay there, having him look at you the way that he did, staying close to you, neither of you talking.  The other part of you wanted to forget that moment and what happened after that.  You tried to shake these thoughts off as you walked home, hoping that spending some time with your parents would make it easier to handle your feelings.

tags: @lizmaximofff @mrshopper84 @poppyrose33 @malasxlenguas (for some reason I can't tag you, sorry!)

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Masterlist

Do I even have ENOUGH written to make one of these who knows but personally I keep losing all my work like an idiot so you know at this point this is for me. Also I'm making this on my computer and cant make these words pink yet and I'm so hurt anyway.... hmmm it's been four minutes I figured it out. Uhhhh guys I don't know my own works

MCU:

Of Fire and Snakes: Loki x Reader

Tiger Stripes: Loki x Reader

Party Rock Anthem: Bucky x Reader

Rainy Days: Steve x Bucky x Reader

Bridgerton (But Not Really) Bucky x Reader

Lucky Rabbit: Steve Rogers x Reader

Edge Of Sanity: Loki x Reader

Elf, 2003: Steve x Reader

Krampus, 2015: Bucky x Reader

9-1-1:

Growing Pains: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Now You See Me: Buck x Reader

Gamer Girl: Buck x Reader

Twice Bitten: Eddie x Buck x Reader

10 Things I Hate About You: Eddie x Reader

Two of a kind Buck x Reader (Request)

A Rose by any Other Name Eddie Diaz x Buck x Reader (Request)

Fairest of them All Buck x Reader (Request)

Yeti Point Eddie Diaz x Reader (Request)

Finish Line: Eddie Diaz x Buck x Reader (Request)

Better than Revenge Eddie x Reader

Red Rose: Eddie x Reader

Complete 9-1-1 Masterlist:

I genuinely had too many to put on my main list

Series:

Strawberries and Cream: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Orange Blossoms: Buck x Reader

Stranger Things:

Last Friday Night: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summer, 1997 Jim Hopper x Reader

Love Actually, 2003: Jim Hopper x Reader

Violent Night, 2022: Steve Harrington x Reader

Star Wars:

Bantha Blues: Mando x Reader

Jennifer’s Body, 2009 Anakin x Reader

Edward Scissorhands, 1990: Anakin x Reader

Random:

Engagement For Two: Timothee Chalamet x Reader

DC:

Farm boy: Clark Kent x Reader

The Last Of Us:

Bud Light: Joel Miller x Reader

Last Holiday, 2006: dbf!Joel Miller x Reader

Twilight:

Ketchup Bottle: Charlie Swan x Reader

Gremlins, 1984: Charlie Swan x Reader

A Christmas Carol, 2009: Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Reacher:

Home Alone, 1990: Reacher x Reader

Kinktober 2024

Kinkmas 2024

[keeryhours]

WIP Wednesday/Weekend

i had fun doing this last weekend and also finally answered every request i got, so i’m doing it again! i’ll do these throughout today and the weekend.

send me an emoji (as many as you want) and i’ll write and share some of that WIP! kick my ass in gear y’all, make me write

don’t judge the WIP list it’s rough out here

Masterlist

💧 - you must be a dream (perv!eddie) part 2

🍼 - eddie teen pregnancy series part 3

📚 - hot for teacher (eddie x teacher!reader)

💉 - the needle and the damage done chapter 6 (rockstar!addict!eddie x wife!reader)

👋 - such small hands chapter 2 (eddie x reader, post death)

⛓️‍💥- we are never getting back together chapter 2 (ex husband!eddie x ex wife!reader)

🤰 - don’t say you love me chapter 2 (eddie x hopper!reader x billy)

🌸 - wildflower eddie’s route chapter 11 (eddie x reader)

👶🏻 - real love, baby chapter 6 (billy x pregnant!reader)

🖤 - nothing’s gonna hurt you, baby chapter 3 (dbf!older!eddie x harrington!reader)

📹 - cam (kurt kunkle x OF!gf)

🛏️ - a little help (steve x reader x eddie, steddie x reader)

🍦 - everything has changed (best friend!steve x plus size!reader)

🔥 - johnny storm x pregnant!gf

🌇 - bigger than the whole sky chapter 1 (steve x reader)

☀️ - closer to morning chapter 1 (eddie x reader, ex husband!steve)

🪖 - killshot (sam warfare x reader, prequel to coming home to you)

🫶🏻 - touch me like you know me, baby, when you’re lonely (steve x best friend!reader “this doesn’t mean anything right?”)

🤐 - jason doesn’t know chapter 1 (eddie x reader, jason x reader)

🚔 - but daddy i love him (please please please sequel, eddie x hopper!reader)

🚪 - can i come in? (kas!eddie x reader request)

📣 - untitled do you wanna come over? part 2 (eddie x reader)

🍰 - untitled jonathan byers bakery order (smut/angst first time surprise pregnancy)

🐊 - you look so cute when you’re angry (gator tillman x reader bakery order, fluff/smut)

☔️ - comfortably numb chapter 1 (addict!post s3!billy x reader)

tagging anyone who wants to participate! @28bohemianmoons @rebelfell @lesservillain @take-everything-you-can @feral4youu

[allstrangerthings]

My head is brrrr for dbf! Hopper

thinking about fucking dbf!hopper in the back of his car as he drowns reader in praise<33 maybe after he saved r from a shitty party bc he won’t hesitate to get his ass out of bed at 3am for r.

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You're lucky the back windows of Jim's squad car are tinted, because if anyone looked through them, you'd be in trouble. You're pretty sure that cops can only pull over into 'no parking' zones for legal emergencies, not to sit in the backseat and finger a girl's clit while she rides their dick.

Even if it's wrong, it feels fantastic. His thumb is large and rough, but its touch is gentle, pressing against your clit as his other hand rests against your waist.

"I'm so proud of you," He hums, bumping his nose against your cheek as you slump your face into his. It's screwed up in a barely-withheld whimper, and he kisses your top lip as you try biting the bottom one to keep quiet.

"You remembered my number and everything, you did exactly what you were supposed to."

"I was scared," You admit, grinding your hips impossibly downwards to drive his dick further into your cunt, wet and starting to contract, "I- I didn't know how I was gonna get home, 'cause my friend got drunk, and I didn't wanna ask any of the guys there, because-"

"That's good," He croons, "Boys your age only want one thing."

You don't bother pointing out the irony of his statement, because he smashes your lips into a kiss that prevents you from speaking. With one flick of his tongue against your bottom lip he increases the pressure he's holding against your clit, and a deep groan floods your mouth. Your accompanying whimper as your orgasm crests makes his dick twitch, but what really makes him bust is the way that your cunt convulses around him.

He's lucky you're on the pill, because nothing can ever come close to the way it feels to paint your insides with his cum. It's territorial and animalistic, and he furthers the feeling by nipping at your bottom lip. The way that you clench in response is purposeful, your cunt squeezing his cock like a vice.

"Shit," He groans, his lips spit-soaked as you try chasing him in a messy kiss when he breaks away. Your head slumps against his shoulder, lips ghosting over his neck as you mouth desperately at his sweat-beaded skin.

"I'm taking you home," He pants, landing a quick, affectionate pat to your ass, "Your dad'll lose his shit if he knows you were out this late, and El's sleeping over at a friend's for the night."

"Her bed is comfy," You recall, remembering the time you'd napped there during a board game-themed all-nighter that had only actually lasted until 2AM, "Thanks, Hop."

A deep chuckle shakes his chest and he runs his broad hand down your back, "No, honey, you're not sleeping in her bed. You're sleeping in mine."