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kayfabe. cm punk. part two.

dark!cm punk x superstar!reader

synopsis: you and punk are placed into a long-term onscreen pairing. a storyline romance meant to boost ratings. the chemistry is undeniable, but offscreen, punk is distant. until he’s not. he begins texting late at night. watching. testing boundaries. you realise he’s not method acting. the possessiveness, the tension, the jealousy, it’s all real. and if the storyline ends, he won’t take it well.

part one

the lights backstage buzzed low, monitors flickering in bursts of red and gold. you stood at gorilla, one boot propped against the wall, tightening your wrist tape with sharp tugs. the faint thunder of the crowd behind the curtain bled through the walls a low roar, restless and hungry.

your closest friend on the roster, bron breakker was lounged on a folding chair beside you, a protein bar half-unwrapped in his hand. he was grinning, the usual pre-show cocky gleam in his eye.

"you nervous?" he asked.

you didn’t look up. "about a mic segment? please."

seth leaned in from the other side, hoodie half-zipped, sunglasses still on even in the dark. "don’t let her fool you. she thrives under pressure. like a viper. sharp little bite."

you rolled your eyes. "flatter me more."

he smirked. "that wasn’t flattery. it was a warning."

they both laughed. easy, familiar. you liked this rhythm. Seth and Bron had become your constants in the chaos, two people you could trust when everything else in the locker room felt like quicksand.

but then like something dropping into water, the energy changed.

you didn’t hear him walk in.

you felt him.

punk.

you looked up.

he was dressed in black again, hoodie pulled up, tape already tight around his hands. his expression unreadable. the rest of the backstage noise dimmed slightly, like it always seemed to when he entered a room.

he clocked the three of you immediately, bron’s smile, seth’s shoulder against yours, the casual way you all leaned close.

his gaze didn’t linger. didn’t shift.

but you felt the difference.

the air turned quieter.

he passed through the space without a word, brushing too near, not enough to make contact but enough to make it clear. he’d seen you. all of you.

you exhaled through your nose and muttered, "okay then."

bron noticed it too. "he always that warm and fuzzy?"

Seth just gave a dry laugh. "that was punk at his friendliest. don’t take it personal."

you didn’t.

but you didn’t forget it, either.

your cue came through the headset.

"two minutes", a producer called. "you’re up first."

you stood, rolled your shoulders back, forced your face into the cool, confident expression you wore like armour. seth touched your wrist briefly, a quiet go kill it and you nodded once.

then you stepped toward the curtain.

behind you, you could feel punk’s eyes.

watching your back.

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your music hit, and the crowd roared.

you pushed through the curtain and into the floodlights, your posture perfect, head high, shoulders squared, smile easy. but your chest thrummed with static.

you soaked it in. the cheers. you were used to being cheered, especially in this city. but tonight, everything felt louder. like they already smelled something different on the air.

like they knew.

you reached the ring, climbed the steps, and stepped between the ropes with smooth precision. the mic waited on the turnbuckle, and you took it with a practiced hand, turning toward the camera with a smirk.

the crowd quieted slightly, expectant.

then the lights cut.

and his music hit.

tv static.

the crowd blew up. a mixed reaction, sharp-edged. cheers, jeers, cm punk chants in pockets.

you turned toward the ramp and saw him.

he walked slowly, deliberately. hoodie half-zipped, mic already in hand, eyes locked on you the entire time.

no smirk. no firework gestures. just that quiet, cutting intensity that made everything else feel like background noise.

he entered the ring without breaking eye contact.

and still didn’t speak.

you raised the mic. "so, you finally showed up."

the crowd stirred, already eating it up.

punk tilted his head, like he was studying you.

"i’ve been watching."

you kept your expression still, but your heartbeat kicked.

you leaned against the ropes, microphone relaxed at your chin. "watching what, exactly? the show? my matches? or just me?"

the crowd popped. chants started to bubble, something about "ship it! ship it!" already spreading like wildfire in the upper decks.

punk took a step forward. his voice was low, not a shout, not showy. just direct. just for you.

"watching how easily you play the game. how fast you smile. how hard they cheer."

you raised an eyebrow. "you sound almost impressed."

he closed the distance slightly. enough to feel it.

"i’m wondering if it’s real", he said.

you scoffed lightly, a smile playing on your lips. "that’s rich coming from you. mr. reality check."

he didn’t smile.

he leaned in, subtle, deliberate.

"you’re good at pretending. i’ll give you that. especially with rollins. and breakker." the crowd reacted. so did you.

your spine straightened a little. "that wasn’t in the script."

he stepped back, hands raised slightly, not apologetic. just amused. "neither was the way you looked at me last week."

the crowd lost it.

you fought not to react. this wasn’t the promo anymore. or maybe it was, maybe that was the trap. you didn’t know where the line was. you weren’t even sure he believed there was one.

you stepped in close this time, your move.

"let me explain something to you", you said, voice low. "just because they put us in the same ring doesn’t mean we’re on the same side. you want fire? son’t act surprised when you get burned."

you turned and dropped the mic cleanly. receiving a loud pop.

he didn’t move.

you walked up the ramp without looking back, but you felt him watching.

and somehow, the silence from him was louder than the cheers.

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you stepped through gorilla with your heart still racing, your skin prickled with leftover adrenaline.

no one said anything right away.

the crew that had been buzzing before the segment was suddenly quiet, watching you out of the corners of their eyes. some of them smiled. some avoided looking at you entirely. you passed them with a practiced calm demeanour.

then you heard bron.

"there she is."

you turned as he came toward you, grin wide. he clapped your shoulder gently. "jesus, that was nuclear. you two just hijacked the whole night."

seth was behind him. slower. his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"didn’t feel like acting", bron added. "that line about watching you? that was... damn."

you gave a small, deflecting shrug. "he likes his improvisation. i rolled with it."

seth crossed his arms. "he didn’t improvise. he aimed. that’s different."

bron looked between the two of you, sensing something shift.

you tried to brush it off. "it worked. that’s the job. get a reaction."

seth didn’t laugh.

instead, he stepped in, lowering his voice just enough that only you heard it. his words were soft, not teasing this time. measured.

"you don’t need to sell anything that hard. not for him."

you met his eyes, caught something steely under the surface. it wasn’t jealousy. it was dislike, pure and rooted.

"i’m fine", you said. "he’s intense, but it’s all kayfabe. you said it yourself, he sells."

seth leaned closer, the edge sharpening. "yeah. i know how he sells. and i know what it looks like when he stops pretending."

that landed.

you looked at him longer than you meant to.

bron’s voice cut in, light but curious. "something i missed?"

you blinked, forcing your expression neutral. "just seth being seth."

seth stepped back, gave bron a shrug, and walked off without another word.

you stood there a second longer, the noise of the backstage area rising again around you, voices, wheels on concrete, laughter in the distance.

but under it, the echo of Seth’s voice lingered:

"i know what it looks like when he stops pretending."

and something about it made your stomach turn.

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your hotel room was quiet except for the hum of the old air conditioner.

it was almost 1 a.m.

you had showered, thrown on an oversized tee and sleep shorts, and collapsed face first into the mattress with your phone buzzing endlessly beside you, tagged photos, fan edits, and reactions flooding your timeline.

the promo had gone viral.

clips of you and punk were everywhere: the way he looked at you, the heat in your stare, the moment you walked away while he stood still. fans were screaming chemistry. shipping you. writing fantasy threads.

one tweet had over 200k likes. "they didn’t even touch but somehow i feel like i just watched a sex scene."

you laughed under your breath and locked your phone. you weren’t going to read too much into it. it was the job. it worked.

but the moment you rolled onto your side, your phone buzzed again, this time, just once.

a text.

unknown number.

we sold it

no emoji. no punctuation. but you knew exactly who it was.

you stared at the message for a second.

then you replied:

who is this?

three dots appeared. then vanished.

then came the response:

don’t be cute.

you sat up a little, the room still dim. no name appeared on the contact. just that blank grey circle and the words sitting heavy on your screen.

you hesitated, then sent back:

it’s late. didn’t expect to hear from you.

another pause.

then:

i don’t usually text people.but you looked different tonight.

your heart gave a little skip, not romantic. not quite fear either. more like falling forward into something and not knowing where the edge is.

you typed:

different how?

no answer.

the typing bubble came and went three times before he finally sent one last message:

like you stopped acting too.

you didn’t reply.

you just set the phone down, screen still lit, and stared at the wall for a long time.

[jimhopperlova]

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do you ever experience the love for your fictional other like pain? you yearn and struggle because of the impossibility to actually hold them in your arms, to kiss them, to see them, to be in their presence and getting to listen to their voice, to melt within their touch. you struggle because you miss someone who doesn't even exist, but the pain is all too real.

or am I the only one?

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sexting | david harbour (18+)

gif source: the redheads diaries

omg hi you party people!! i am back (finally) with a special spicy multi series that hopefully you all will enjoy!! im very excited to write again and i miss you guys so much!! let me know if you want any requests.

Pairing(s): pervy!david and bratty!femreader

Warning(s): flirty texts, masturbation (f), masturbation (m), phone sex, squirting, degradation

Summary: when going out to a employee party at a local bar one night, david saw you amongst his female coworkers and hadn’t met you before. that night, he made it his night’s goal to retrieve your number one way or another.

‘Hey there.’ you received a text from an unknown number after you had gotten home. living in a one bedroom apartment, you were hardly able to afford the place all to yourself. but you could atleast go out with your friends who were having an employee party at the local bar. your friends were all supportive in the most ways they can, even bought your drinks for you. despite you not being an employee, your friends still wanted you to go out with them and have some fun. you wre blessed to have great friends. after getting out of the shitty night club outfit, you plopped on some pajama pants and put on an oversized t-shirt.

you then opened up your phone, looking at the number with the text message. who was this? you tried your hardest to think, but nothing was popping in your head. you were skeptical, but decided to reply anyway.

‘uh.. hey there. who’s this?’ you replied to the message. you didn’t think they would text back right away, so you sat your phone down. you grabbed the remote and before you knew it, your phone dinged. you picked it up and read the message.

‘My name is David. I got your number from your friend, Missy.’ this now mysterious man replied. you facepalmed yourself at your friend, kinda creeped out and also angry at your friend. you quickly dialed up your friend, hoping she would answer.

“(y/n)! what’s up?! i’m drunk as fuuuuuuuuck.” your friend missy giggled into the line and you rolled your eyes at her response.

“thank god you’re home. hey, uh.. i got a message from a.. david. do you know him?” you asked missy who only giggled, before letting out a hiccup.

“ohhhh… david. he’s fuckin’ hot. he had his eyes on you, missy. oh wait, m-my name is missy. haaaa!” missy laughed and you wanted to punch her in the face for being so drunk. “buuuut.. y-yea. david works in the office. he’s uh.. the-the psy-psy… fuck. oh yeah, psychologist! yeah, t-thats the word.” missy explained, and your heart pounded. the man that’s a psychologist is single? and yes, your friend missy will fuck anything that walks, but.. if she exuberates on hot (and she’s drunk), that means he’s hot. right?

“oh.. okay, thanks missy. eat some bread and get your ass to sleep.” you told her before saying goodbye and hanging up. you lifted your knee up to your face before resting your arm against the knee. you absentmindedly started to bite your nail, deep in thought. this texting could be fun.

‘hey, david. i’m (y/n). why did missy give you my number?’ you asked david, before you left the messages open and waited patiently. you watched the bubbles appear almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for your response.

‘I saw you in the bar, and you looked beautiful. Thought I would shoot my shot.’ david replied. you didn’t even know what this man looked like. you had an idea.

‘well, mr. david. i don’t know what you look like. send a pic?’ you texted, kind of nervous. what if he wasn’t hot. what if he wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind? you had pictured kind of chisled, maybe had a little beard. you hoped he looked atleast decent. suddenly, the bubbles were typing and then there was a picture.

‘Currently sitting here enjoying this Ben and Jerry’s. Cigarette’s fake lol.’ david replied, and you couldn’t help but look at the picture.

you tried to identify every single thing about this man. his beard, his hair, even tried to get a glimpse of his chest. he didn’t send a flattering pic, but maybe that was how he was. goofy. that could be even better.

‘oh wow, mr. david. who knew a psychologist eats ice cream in bed after drinking at 1 o’clock in the morning? 😜’ yes. you were being flirty. but you couldn’t lie. despite the act of trying to be goofy, you could tell this man was hot. even better, he was your type. despite missy in her drunken state, she knew exactly what you were looking for.

‘So Missy told you my profession. What do you think of that?’ david asked you, and you couldn’t help but blush. of course this man has money, but you didn’t give a single fuck about that. in fact, you more were thinking of how good of a person he was for trying to help people.

‘i think it’s great what you’re doing for people. i’m sure you went through school for the money, but psychologists are one of the greatest gifts on the earth. especially for the kids. you are a brave man, mr. david.’ you replied to him, and more bubbles popped up. you were quite excited to continue this conversation, and you really didn’t understand why.

‘Well I do what I can. I like making people smile and helping them. Say, where’s my pic? I sent you one.’ david asked, and you got nervous suddenly. should you send one? you ended up doing so, of you in the oversized t-shirt and the long pajama pants. you held up a peace sign, showing you were getting ready to sleep. you sent the pic in nerves and once again, david replied almost immediately. ‘Haha. Sleepy already? I thought I could talk to you more.’ david replied, and your face instantly blushed.

‘yeaaaaah. i was the dd for the night. those girls drove me crazy.’ you replied.

‘Oh yeah. Your friends are quite the chatty ones.’ david replied before you saw the bubbles yet again. ‘Well, I’ll let you head to bed. I’ll speak with you tomorrow. Sleep dreams.’

‘you too. nice talking with ya.’ you replied to david before setting your phone down. you trotted your way to your bedroom and got comfy in your queen size bed before shutting your eyes softly. you couldn’t help but think of david now. was he wanting to get to know you? you hated to admit it but you pictured him in bed with you. you just met him and you’re already thinking of that? perv.

the next morning came and you yawned, stretching slightly to try and wake up. you need a shower and you felt gross. but before that were to happen, you wanted to check your phone to see if a specific someone messaged you.

‘Good morning. Just picturing you here with me. 😉’ the text was sent at 7 o’clock this morning by david. it was currently 8 as you had slept in, and you didn’t work today. your face emitted a deep blush and you realized you had to meet him in person soon.

‘good morning. oh really? well we will have to change that soon, shall we?’ you texted him back before going into the bathroom. you brought your phone with you so you could listen to music. the main reason was to text with david. you started to undress yourself before receiving yet another text.

‘Yes, indeed. Where’s my good morning pic?’ david texted you, and you instantly giggled. your current self was undressed, and you thought that you shouldn’t take a picture of you naked. who knows what he would do with that.

‘well, i’m a little.. preoccupied at the moment so you’re gonna have to wait. besides, i didn’t get one.’ you texted back and he instantly read it. after a moment, the bubbles popped up yet again and he replied.

‘You want a good morning pic? Why didn’t you just say so?’ and then he sent one. it was a picture of him laying down in what you presumed his bed, visibly shirtless this time. he had a smug smirk on his face, and that made your face beam. ‘Send a pic of you right now. I did it, so it’s only fair.’ he replied afterwards, and your face was still red. you conteplated, before emitting a fuck it attitude. you sent a picture of your shirtless self, using your free hand to cover up your nipples.

‘there, ya happy ya big goof?’ you texted him back and it took him a minute to respond. the longest he took was at this moment.

‘Very much so. Thanks for the trust.’ david replied before he continued to type. ‘What are you doing that’s having you strip?’

‘jumping in the shower. i won’t be too long.’ you replied, and you scrolled up a bit to look at his smug smirk. you imagined him doing that right now, considering the flirty texts you were sending back and forth.

‘Ah, shower. Well try and not think of me in there. 😉’ david texted before you emitted yet another deep blush. you hadn’t even met this man, and here you are. basically being all googly eyed in response to his pictures and statements.

‘no promises. 😜’ you replied before setting your phone back down. you got undressed the rest of the way before jumping in the shower, feeling the hot water embrace your naked body. it felt good, almost too good. and despite david not telling you to think of him, you did. your hands roamed your body, picturing it was him im your mind. you reached your clit, and started to rub along the sensitive flesh. you rubbed circles, moaning softly at the way you felt yourself getting hornier by the minute. you imagined his beard tickling your neck as he laid kisses along your jaw, trailing down your body and to your breasts. you imagined him licking your nipples, caging them with his teeth softly. he bit down, but not too hard. you moaned some more, touching yourself to the thought of him. you were already getting close, just from the thought of him.

while you were preoccupied, you heard your phone go off. you tried not to think of it, and continued your masturbation party. little did you know it was a text from david, and a very specific text.

‘Do you want me to come over there? I’ll make you feel good.’ was what it read, but you didn’t know it yet. little did you know, david was also rubbing out one to the thought of you. he just imagined how good you would suck his cock, and how good you would take it. he imagined you being tight, almost like a perfect puzzle piece that he’s always longed for. when he didn’t get a response, he texted again. ‘No response which means you’re.. busy. Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?’ he texted you, and felt his own self beam with excitement. he finally set his phone down to leave you with your shower as his hand continued to stroke his cock. it was so hard, throbbing with need. he wanted you so bad. he knew you didn’t know him though, and you would be weirded out he had imagined.

to his surprise, you responded to his text already. despite you being in the shower and thinking of david, you couldn’t help but respond. you poked your head and arm out of the shower, drying off your hand in hopes to not get your phone wet. you read the texts and honestly.. you wanted him over here. but not yet.

‘mmm. what is it you think i’m thinking of?’ you texted back david, and to that he instantly replied.

‘Oh I think you know. Are you thinking of me pleasing you right now?’ david asked you, and you waited a moment to reply.

‘and what if i am?’ you asked. david typed with his free hand, slowly continuing to stroke his cock while he texted you.

‘I could call you, and tell you all the things I want to do to you. That is.. if you want.’ he replied. a phone call? you didn’t think it would be this fast that you got to hear his voice.

‘let me actually shower real quick, and then.. we can call.’ you replied and set your phone down. you took the fastest shower you have ever took before. your heart was beating fast as every minute past. you cleaned every part of you, trying your best not to take too long. finally you were finished. you decided to not get dressed in your day clothes just yet. you imagined you were about to.. touch yourself. ‘okay, i’m back in my room all showered. call when you went.’

upon seeing you respond, david immediately gave you a call. you watched the number pop up and let in ring for a moment before you picked up and put it on speaker.

‘uh.. hi?’ you spoke. you could hear david’s low but beautiful chuckle before he responded.

‘hello. how was your shower?’ he asked through the phone. his voice was intoxicating. his voice was low but yet had personality in itself. you definitely could cum to his voice.. if that’s what you think was about to happen.

‘it was um.. it was good.’ you responded. you heard his chuckle again, before he responded.

‘don’t be nervous, just relax. what are you doing right now?’ he asked through the phone. you swallowed past the nerves that formed in your stomach before you responded.

‘just.. laying here.’ you giggled out and to that you heard his chuckle again. he liked to laugh it seemed.

‘yeah? what are you thinking about?’ david asked you. his hand was on his continuing his movements from before, listening to your soft voice. he imaged your moans in his brain, and he was dedicated to make you feel good. as much as he could, anyway.

‘um.. y-you..’ you replied hesitantly. david smiled like he was a kid in a candy store again. from that sentence alone, he continued to stroke his cock, nice and slow.

‘mm.. and what about?’ he asked you through the phone. you had to bite your own lip from letting our a squeak from how sexy he sounded. you reached down to touch your clit, before rubbing soft and slow circles. you accidentally let a moan slip from your mouth, and david had to chuckle of course. ‘ah. i see.. what do you want me to do to you?’

‘um.. f-fuck me..’ you spoke just above a whisper, just enough for david to understand. to that statement, he added more pressure to his cock.

‘yeah? how do you want me to fuck you? from behind as i pull your hair? or missionary, so i can look at that beautiful face becoming undone in front of me?’ david asked you. you had to really conceal your moans now. he was talking so dirty, that it was driving you mad. you wanted to see him in person, but.. this made you feel so naughty. so dirty.. like you shouldn’t be doing this.

‘i w-want you to.. fuck me from behind, david..’ you whispered out. in that moment, he knew exactly how freaky you were. he liked that. he wanted you to be his personal little fucktoy. ‘i want you.. to use me..’ you continued, and david let out a soft groan. that made your tummy flip, imagining him groaning against your ear as he pounded into you from behind.

‘who knew you were such a whore? just wanting to get fucked..’ david groaned out softly as he continued to stroke his cock. this time, he was going even faster now. ‘go ahead and enter a finger. i want to hear you moan for me..’

‘y-yes, sir,’ you shivered with anticipation before you slowly entered a finger inside of yourself. you let out a soft moan as you continued to picture the man entering one of his own from the other side of the phone. you just started talking to this man last night and you were already dripping to the thought of him pleasing you. were you really that desperate? ‘o-oh.. david.. it feels so.. so good.’ you sighed out, and to that he let out a soft moan of himself. david has never done this before, and it was really helping him get close. closer to cumming than he would have thought.

‘i like it when you call me sir. it really makes you that much more desperate..’ david spoke lowly as he grunted while stroking his cock. it was much faster now, and he was working up a sweat. he was going to cum soon, and he wanted you to know. ‘enter another finger, babygirl. i want you to imagine that i’m fucking you.’

‘oh- f-fuck..’ you whined out as you slipped in another finger. with the continuous motions of you entering two fingers inside of you and one rubbing against your clit, you were getting close. ‘s-sir.. i’m-i’m getting.. c-close..’ you whined out, wanting to let david know.

‘cum for me, babygirl. whenever you’re ready. i want you to scream my name as loud as you can.’ david groaned out, as his dick was throbbing of more, but it knew that this was the best it was going to get. just a bit longer..

‘david! da- fuck!’ you yelled out, feeling that knot start to untie. before you knew it, you were screaming with pleasure, the juices from your pussy squirting out of you. ‘oh my-fuck..’ you sighed out.

‘yeah? fuck.. you did so good.. so-fucking good..’ david groaned out. when he knew when he was about to cum, he made sure to angle his cock onto his stomach. ‘i’m going to cum for you. where do you- do you want this cum?’ david continued to growl out and you instantly obliged with answering.

‘in my mouth, sir. i want to taste every drip of you..’ you moaned out. david immediately pictured your mouth gaping wide open, ready for his seed to spill all over your tongue. with that in mind, he came all over his stomach, his cock twitching a bit as he slowed down his jerking. you could tell he came with how vocal he was, and that made your pussy wet again.

‘fuck.. you did so good, babygirl,’ david spoke lowly as his breath hitched. he sounded like he was out of breath, and it was all your fault. ‘we should do this in person sometime, no?’

‘yeah, that would be.. that would be amazing.’ you replied. you really wanted to meet david in person. you only gotten a couple of pictures, and maybe that isn’t what he looked like. you were almost positive he was telling the truth, though. you were also out of breath, panting a bit as you looked at the soaked juices on the bed.

‘well. tomorrow’s friday, so i don’t work saturday. why don’t i take you out tomorrow night? 8 o’clock?’ david asked through the phone. hour face immediately brightened up, emitting a deep red. again. your heart thumped in your chest as butterflies hugged your stomach.

‘yeah, that sounds.. that sounds great. can we make it for 9, though? i have to work until 7 and i want plenty of time to get ready for you.’ you asked david, and to that he chuckled.

‘of course, i will wait as long as i have to. you have a great day today, and i’ll continue to text you if you let me. besides, gotta shower myself and head into work. it’s my own practice, so i make my own schedule.’ david chuckled and to that you giggled.

‘well i’m super glad you made it this far to where you don’t have a boss. you have a good day too and please.. please text me.’ you told him. and to that he smiled and said a goodbye and hung up. your chest tightened and you realized something. you just came from just a man’s voice.. no, you squirted. what will happen tomorrow night?

[jimhopperlova]

MIA

im so sorry for being mia for the past few months. life has been hectic. ill be back soon!!

[jimhopperlova]

- Secrets (18+) pt.2

hello everyone! how was everyone’s thanksgiving? i’m so excited to get rolling with this one. i have a couple of other requests that i’ll get to as soon as i can. please enjoy the sexyness that this one holds. thank you!

Pairing(s): dads best friend!jim hopper, fem!reader

Summary: ever since the chief had kissed you, your mind wouldn’t stop wandering. what happens when he’s over again, and you have to confess your feelings?

Warning(s): large age gap (reader is 19, hop is 40), hop being a perv, masturbation (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), uniform kink, belt kink, unprotected p in v,

"sweetheart, why don't you invite your friends over?" your dad called out to you from the living room as you had begun to rummage through your dresser, trying to find your swimsuit. it was in the middle of august, so it was very hot out. your dad had managed to buy a pool after the fourth of july, so today you were finally able to enjoy some cool water onto your skin.

"because dad, i have no friends!" you called back out to your dad, continuing to go through your dresser. your eyes began to glow at the sight of your swimsuit finally found. it was boring, but at least you had found it. it was a one piece, all black. you had gotten it the last year, and it still fit. thank god you didn't have to beg your dad to take you swimsuit shopping.

thinking it was just you and your dad, you heard commotion downstairs. the door had opened and shut, and your dad was yelling something in the distance. you couldn't quite understand, so you gripped up your swimsuit and made your way downstairs. you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw that jim stood there in the frame of your front door, still clad in his uniform. suddenly, a blush rose to your cheeks. you didn't forget that kiss from last time, did you? you watched as jim looked at you as well, a soft smirk approaching on his face.

"oh, hey, chief. uh.. w-what brings you here?" you stammered out, not really sure of what to say. here you were, still stumbling on your words, even more so now. jim placed his hands against his hips, looking down at you. studying you, almost. it made you want to throw up.

"out in the area, figured i would come on by and check in. what do you got in your hand?" jim had then asked you. you looked up at him and let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head in the process.

"oh, just a swimsuit. dad here bought a pool and today is the hottest day of the year. figured i would, i don't know, go for a swim," you laughed softly, and jim could only nod. "it was nice seeing you again, chief. i'm gonna go get dressed now." you smiled and nodded, looking up at him one more time. he seemed way more relaxed with you now, despite the two of you not talking for the past month.

jim had been over a few times since the fourth, but not as much as before. you were worried the kiss scared him off, and of course you took this as an insult. maybe he really didn't want to talk to you anymore? you made your way upstairs and to your bedroom, the door shut behind you. well, so you thought. you started to get dressed into your swimsuit, you starting to take off pieces of your current outfit. first the shirt, then the bra. you had then managed to wiggle out of the shorts and before you knew it, your most private area was on show. you wanted to get dressed in the fastest way possible.

you were so oblivious and lost in thought that you didn't know familiar eyes were prying on you already. after you had gone upstairs, jim had excused himself to the bathroom (which was right next to your bathroom). your dad was clearly oblivious, but your dad thought it was the best flaw your dad could ever have. jim had also watched you grow, so your dad trusted him more than anyone. big mistake, probably.

jim had watched through the crack in your door, his blue eyes filled with lust the more you had taken off each article of clothing. he got there in time to see you wiggle your shorts off, as well as your bra. thinking you were going to get dressed, you had surprised him with your own actions.

you were deep in thought of jim, and the way he just sauntered into your home. the way he kissed you last time... well it got you curious. did he even want more? or did he just want to lead you on? you didn't know, but now that every time you saw him since then, you felt that familiar ache in your tummy. as well as that ache in your... well, you got more wet every time you saw him. the desire to touch yourself to the thought of him only got more worse when you saw the familiar police blazer drive by your house. but knowing he was in your home, the smell of him... you couldn't help it. your dad was currently busy with jim (or so you thought), so you had plenty of time to spare.

you dipped your hand down to where your nerves were kept, and the slightest touch had you aching for more. the most sensitive part on your skin felt the greatest you had ever felt before, and it was all because of him. the more you thought about him, the more you kept a pace. faster, harder... you continued in your own ecstasy, oblivious to the fact that the person you were thinking about was just mere inches away from you.

jim on the other hand, had to stop thinking about touching himself to your own pleasure. he had to grip himself through his uniform pants just to stop the ache that was going on. what if he just walked in there, maybe... helped you? well, he thought he could erase the urge, however you had moaned his name just then.

"fuck... j-jim.. please..." you had managed to slip through your lips, just loud enough for jim to hear. and alas, he had managed to stop his own curiosity to slowly open your door. thank god your father had kept up on this house so the door wouldn't squeak. but jim's footsteps could be heard, thanks to his heavy boots he wore.

you shot up out of your own desire, looking over at your door. your eyes practically bulged out of your head at the scene that held before you. jim was trying his best not to bug you, but the own tent in his pants made you aware that he was watching.

"jim- uh, fuck. i'm sorry, i didnt-" jim immediately told you to hush before he shut the door behind himself quietly. "jim, i don't understand? what do you-"

"i told you, shush. do i make myself clear?" jim told you, and you immediately shushed up. you swallowed past the lump in your throat, and you nodded. jim slowly made his way over to you, careful not to creak the floorboards under your bedroom too bad. he slowly sat next to you on your bed, your eyes drifting to his cautiously. what did he want? "now... that kiss. what did you think?" he asked you, finally talking about the elephant in the room. you realized you were completely naked under jim's eyes, so you started to pull at the covers. but instead, jim made you stop your actions. "you're beautiful. let me see it." you looked up at him nervously and nodded slowly.

"the kiss, uh... i only wondered what you wanted with me after that. i hadn't seen you much after." you squeaked out. jim nodded and looked in between your own lips and your eyes. he was contemplating on whether kissing you again or not. he really shouldn’t give in to these urges he just so happened to have for the past year. but now, the two of you were alone. and you were naked.

“can i try again?” jim asked you, and all you could do was look up at him. the both of your eyes interlocked, and you were staring at each other. maybe the both of you waiting for the right move. you nodded slowly at his question, and he immediately dived onto your lips. his hands found the sides of your face before his lips met yours with no time to waste. it was sweet, but much more passionate than last time. it was a deep, and lust filled kiss. you kissed him back with no time to spare, your lips moving in sync with his. jim had to admit. this was all he wanted to do since he showed up on your doorstep earlier. and now he finally had the chance to make it right with you.

jim continued to kiss you, but getting deeper and deeper with every passing second. before you knew it, he was now laying on top of you. the two of you not stopping one bit, moving in sync with each other. although, he did catch you off guard. his hand then dipped down to her clit, rubbing softly on the tender flesh. you broke the kiss to let out a small gasp at the sudden feeling, your hands gripping onto the uniform short he wore.

“that feel good?” jim muttered into your ear. you moaned softly and nodded back. he continued his moments, only going softly at first. you moaned softly at the reaction before he met your lips again. kissing harder this time, loving the way you moaned into the kiss. he continued his actions before he then dipped a finger inside of you, a small gasp yet again leaving your lips. you broke the kiss and looked up at him, love drunk off of him.

“please.. jim, i need you..” you sighed out as you looked up at him. jim could only smirk in response, his actions not stopping. he slowly fingered you, only before adding another finger inside you. your walls clenched down around his fingers, making it that much more pleasurable for you. jim had wondered how you would feel with his cock inside of you, as you were already tightening around his fingers alone. you let out a loud gasp, clenching harder against the uniform shirt. you looked up at him with a desperate look, wanting.. no, needing more. “jim.. p-please..” you practically begged out. jim could only chuckle and nod, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. thinking he couldn’t get any more sexy like this, he then dipped his fingers inside his mouth, licking and lapping up your juices. jim then leaned down to kiss you again, you tasting yourself on his tongue. you moaned softly, now getting completely needy. you couldn’t wait anymore, you needed him.

“how do you taste, baby?” jim cooed in your ear after he broke the kiss. he then leaned away from you, starting to unbotton his uniform shirt. you pathetically grabbed at it, shaking your head no.

“no.. keep it on.” you instructed him. well, begged. your cheeks then became a deep red, hoping that your little uniform kink wouldn’t pry him away from you. jim chuckled and smirked down at you before nodding.

“you gotta call me chief, then.” jim responded back at you with a small wink before you giggled softly and nodded. before you knew it, he stood from his bed and started to unbuckle his belt. you watched as he slid the belt off of his waist before unbottoning his pants as well as unzipping his fly. was it wrong that you wanted him to use the belt on you? you looked up at him with a bit lip, before you spoke how you felt.

“can you… um… use the belt on me?” you coughed out, and jim looked down at you in shock. well, aren’t you full of surprises? he chuckled softly with that same smirk he wore so famously, before he nodded. he then grabbed you and forcefully made you lay on your stomach, ass in the air. you felt your own sensetive area aching for more, the way you could feel your own juices rolling down your leg. normally, jim would make you cum already, making sure you were overstimulated when his dick was inside of you. but he really wanted you to cum on his cock.

“you’re really just a slut, aren’t you?” jim asked you before he rubbed his hand against your ass. it was smooth, and it was a nice gesture. until he slapped it, it echoing throughout your room. you gasped and bucked your hips forward. it hurt, but you didn’t mind it. especially if it was from your favorite chief. “answer me when i speak to you.” jim spoke, looking down at you with dark eyes. you nodded and quivered your lip.

“yes, yes i’m a slut. i want.. to be your slut,” you responded, jim only chuckling softly. it seemed like you knew what to say at the right times. thinking he wasn’t going to slap your ass again, he then used the belt this time. the leather snapped against your tender flesh, making you gasp out in pain and pleasure. “please, chief.. i need you…” you begged out once more, hoping he would oblige.

“such in a rush, hmm?” jim clicked his tongue before he smacked your ass again with the belt. it seemed the more he did it, you never got familiar. it was so painful, but it felt good. it turned you on even more, making your pussy throb with need. you moaned softly at the realization, jim only chuckling at this. “beg.” jim demanded and of course, you obliged.

“please, please, please, chief. i want your cock inside me. need you to fill me up.” you begged, and jim then realized it was time he did just that. he sat the belt down on your bed, before he pulled his pants and boxers down. his cock sprang out at full attention, already leaking pre-cum. wow, you really got him going. his hat still hung on his head, a delicious touch to what he was about to do to you. he stroked himself a bit as he looked down at your entrance, loving how wet you were. jim couldn’t help himself. he couldn’t continue to tease you or he would get blue balls quick at this rate. before you knew it, jim was slamming his cock inside of you, pausing for a moment so you could get used to the feeling. he was thick. length wise he was about average, but his cock filled your walls tight, and it felt all so good.

“oh, shit. jim-“ you hummed out. jim didn’t even care that you called him by his name, in fact he loved it. the way you spoke his name was the most angelic he ever had heard. he slowly started to thrust inside of you, going dangerously slow at first. you moaned, loving the way he made you get used to his cock inside of you. he wouldn’t be able to last long if he just plowed right into you.

“f-fuck.. you’re gonna make me fuckin’ explode,” jim hummed out, his eyes shutting softly as his head hung back softly. you were moaning softly, loving the way his cock really did fill you up. before you knew it, jim was starting to thrust faster, now. ans then finally, he was thrusting in and out of you at a dangerous pace. his balls continued to slap against your clit as his cock slammed in and out of your cunt. you moaned loudly, gripping your blankets tightly. you didn’t even care if your dad heard or not. you were high off of jim’s movements, and he was high off of how you moaned.

jim then gripped up the belt, and wrapped it around your neck. it made your back arch, letting jim hit that most perfect spot. jim continued to study how you moaned for him, moaned his name. his eyebrows knotted together in pleasure, as he rested his head against your own, his hand still gripped against the belt and your face just mere inches from his lips. he nibbled softly against your ear, his thrusts continuing to fuck into your deep aching cunt. he breathed into your ear, small grunts escaping his throat. you felt your stomach get tighter at the sound of this, feeling yourself starting to get closer and closer to your climax.

“chief, i’m.. i’m gonna-cum..” you moaned out loudly, as he found his lips against your cheek. he softly kissed your cheek, his thrusts dangerous. he was now slamming in and out of you to where it almost hurt. but it felt so, so good. finally, you shrieked out. “jim-please. don’t fucking-stop. fuck! i’m cumming.” you moaned out and jim could only smile against your cheek.

“cum for me, baby. fuck-i’m right behind you.” jim moaned out as he only continued to fuck into you. finally, you realized at his own words, your orgasm washing over you. and just like jim mentioned, he really was right behind you. he groaned out and you felt his seed entering inside you, it coating your walls thick full of his cum.

the two of you ended up collapsing on your bed. you looked over at jim who seemed pretty exhausted. his chest rose and fall rapidly as he was clearly sweating. after a couple moments of silence, he looked over at you with a soft smile. you looked back at him, smiling back at him as well. he really did think you were perfect, perfect for him. and he really didn’t care what anyone thought.

“i hope that was better than last time-“ jim started to speak before your door had then creaked open. your eyes shot wide at who was standing in your doorframe- your father. he looked like he saw a ghost, staring at both of your naked bodies.

“jim-what? sweetheart, are you..? what..?” your father stammered out, looking across at you with wide eyes. you quickly covered yourself up with the covers. jim’s dick was out, and it was clear the two of you atleast started to get freaky. fuck. what were you even going to say? you started to try and say something, but your dad cut you off. “james. how. fucking. could you..?” your dad spoke to jim, who didn’t know how to react. his hat was now laying on your bed underneath his head. he slowly stood and looked across at your dad, pulling up his pants and started to buckle up his belt.

“listen. i know what it looks like, and-“

“no. you fucked my daughter! you watched her grow up. you’re fucking.. s-sick!” your father exclaimed, before he pushed jim back. jim looked over at your father, and had to do his best to not punch him. jim then looked back at you, your eyes scared. you were shaking with fear, hoping you could atleast still see jim after all of this was done.

“calm down! let me just fucking talk, okay?” jim had told your dad, holding up his hands to try and calm your dad down. you didn’t think that would happen. when your dad was angry, he was livid. and nothing will change his mood until the next day. “your daughter and i.. well, we have feelings for each other. i have since she turned 19. and i know that sounds fucked up, but.. i can’t control the urges. i can’t control my feelings for her.” jim explained to your dad who looked ocer at you now. his eye was twitching with rage.

“huh? what say you? you have feelings for james?!” your dad asked you now. you swallowed past the lump that formed in your throat. you looked at both of them. you then nodded slowly, looking back at just your dad. “fuckin.. unbelievable. since you love him so fucking much, why don’t you move in with him? move into that shitty little trailer that’s always littered with pill bottles and beer bottles?!” your dad then told you, before he walked out of your room. clearly, your dad needed a minute to process. you looked over at jim who could only sigh.

“i’ll.. see you later.” jim exclaimed before he grabbed his hat and walked out of your room, shutting the door behind him. jim just.. left you? left you naked and afraid? all you could hear after jim left yelling, back and forth. your dad continued to yell until you heard the door shut. great. now what?

[jimhopperlova]

god imagine hopper not being able to stop looking at your exposed cleavage when you’re brought in his office 😳

DAVID HARBOUR as JIM HOPPER | S02E01 "Chapter One: MAD MAX"

[jimhopperlova]

hello everyone! i hope you all had a fantastic holiday weekend! i’m finally back, and i’ll get on those requests as soon as i can. i have a paper due in my one class this week, so i may not be on as much. i will do my best to continue with the writing!

[jimhopperlova]

reading this makes me want to write for rafael barba (svu sluts go crazy)

This praise kink is getting out of control.

I had my wisdom tooth removed. Long story short, it shattered when I was chewing gum, so the next day I got the rest removed.

The dentist was OK. I mean, he seemed nice; big smile, clean cut, fresh faced. But the WORDS.

"Just breathe for me."

"That's it, doing such a good job."

"That's so good, you're so brave."

"Look at you, doing so well."

"I know that's uncomfortable, I'll be as quick as I can. I know you can feel me in your mouth right here." 🫣

"Good girl." 🫠

"Look at that, so good for me, well done for taking it so well."

He asked if I was OK to leave but the blood was rushing to my head so he sat me down for a little while and kept saying stuff and I DIED.

"That's it, remember to breathe."

"I know it's a lot, just take your time." 🥵

"You did so good sweetheart."

Anyway, apparently I now have a thing for dentists.

[jimhopperlova]

What about a hot but sweet story, when hopper is your dad best friend and he comes a lot at your house you can’t take your eyes off him he can’t take his eyes off you, until one day he confessed his feelings for you and you do it too and you get together not caring about the age gap and what you’re people will think. Thank you 🫶🫶

- Secrets (18+)

omg thank you for this request! because of character development, im thinking a 2 or three parter. but this is *chefs kiss*. no smut in this one, but part 2.. yesh.

Pairing(s): dads best friend!jim hopper, fem!reader

Summary: your dad’s best friend has come over again, but it’s different this time. reader and jim can feel the tension between the two of them, sneakily catching each other’s eye contact.

Warning(s): large age gap (hop is 41, reader is 19), mentions of and masturbation (m receiving), mentions of oral (m receiving).

once again, thank you for this reguest! im excited for this journey.

for the past year or so, the chief has been coming over to your home a lot more than usual. sure, him and your dad have been best friends since high school, so you would see him every once in a while. but, the past year has been different. jim would come by atleast twice a week, chatting with your dad and the three of you playing card games. the two of you holding eye contact longer than usual. you didn’t know if it was just you, but you could practically sense the tension.

today was the big 4th of july party your dad was hosting. he was inviting everyone he could possibly think of. the whole town was invited, and more than welcome to stay for the fireworks since you had a good view of them from your home. you sighed loudly, trying to get as much stuff out to the picnic table he had in his yard.

“don’t drop it!” your dad yelled out, and you could only roll your eyes. you’re trying the best you could!

“i’m trying the best i can, dad!” you shrieked out, holding onto the hot crockpot full of those tiny weenies with barbecue sauce (you had no idea what they were actually called and calling them tiny weenies made you laugh. maybe you were a little immature).

“you’re doing great, sweetie. thanks for the help.” you heard the words of your dad before you set down the crock pot, hearing a vehicle pulling up. you looked up to notice it none other than the chief’s blazer. you felt yourself blushing a little, but paid no attention to the thoughts in your mind. he was early, no? before you knew it, he was walking out of the vehicle, clad in his police uniform. that uniform really did fit him well.

“oh, hey jimbo! what brings ya here early?” your dad spoke loudly, and the chief could only chuckle. he smirked towards your way before slowly approaching you two, taking the hat off slowly off of his head, holding it in his hand. you stepped away from the crock pot to stand next to your dad.

“what did i say about calling me jimbo?” the chief asked your dad who could only chuckle and give the chief a hug. you sighed and ran your finger through your hair, only before making your way closer to the scene. “thought i’d stop by since i had a free minute and see if you guys needed any help. but it seems muscles has it handled.” the chief spoke, and you could only let out a small laugh.

“yeah.. we got it. i’m sure dad here wouldn’t mind the extra help, of course..” you spoke out before you looked down. you bit your lip, wondering if asking him something would be prying too much. “you comin’ today? or are you too busy with chief of police things?” you asked and of course the chief could only chuckle and smirk, flashing those soft dimples over at you.

“well.. today out of all days i should be at the station. but.. i’m the chief of police, i can do whatever i want,” the chief spoke, still looking at you with his infamous smirk. you could only smile and laugh softly, looking back up at him. “so.. yep. i’ll be here. can’t miss those infamous hawkins fireworks,” the chief spoke the last sentence almost too sarcastically, and you could only laugh at that. “oh, and the little smokies.” the chief laughed and your dad could only smile. you looked back at the chief who then flashed another soft smile at you, the two of your eyes meeting. you blushed under the intense gaze of the chief, trying to kid yourself. ‘he’s only doing this because he’s being friendly, not because he likes you. what are you, stupid?’ you told yourself before your dad rid jimbo goodbye, and all you could do was wave. you went back inside to gather up all of the other food your dad had out and started to bring it to the picnic table.

see, you really were oblivious. the past year, the chief has looked at you in a different way than he ever has before. he didn’t know if it was the way you joked with him about being an old man, soft food fights in the kitchen when your dad is too lazy to cook so leaves you and the chief to do it. “not the mash potatoes!” your voice shrieked as you laughed, throwing mash potatoes back at the chief. jim could only laugh before the two of you threw the mash potatoes back at one another. and then, you got close to him. maybe too close. that was when he realized he had real feelings for you. your lips were merely inches away, and the teenager in him told him to just kiss you right there and then. but with your father in the other room, he had to pull himself away.

the chief would fantasize about you way too more than he would like to admit. that smile on your face everytime he teased you, that soft laugh, the way your skin would brush his when you had to make your way around the kitchen. that one time he could have kissed you if he wanted to. he was also kidding himself. you were merely the age of 19, and your father was his best friend. he knew it was wrong, but he simply couldn’t help himself. late at night when he couldn’t sleep, it was all you in his thoughts. working up a sweat, stroking his cock to get himself off to the thought of you.. it was simply a dirty sight. and again, late at night, it might have been wrong, but fuck, it was you. the chief knew all too well about what you did with your spare time. you weren’t innocent by any means, but you try to be around your father. it was adorable.

finally, everything was set up for the night. you and your father exchanged a high five, and before you knew it, more and more people started to show up. the wheelers, joyce and her kids, dustin henderson and his mother, the sinclair family, benny hammond, i mean.. everyone was here. your father couldn’t stop saying hi to everyone, as he was ecstatic. you laughed softly at the exchanges before you made your way inside your home. you had decided to wear something festive tonight for america celebrating. you settled on some red white and blue summer dress, letting your hair match with the outfit. when you were all dressed, you took a moment for yourself. all this hardwork was paying off thankfully. you sat down on the couch, letting out a long sigh. you were already exhausted, and you hadn’t been able to say hi to the kids. you flipped on the tv, subconsciously getting yourself a little break. you should socialize, but you really weren’t the social kind.

as you watched the tv show, you didn’t even hear the chief waltz in. when you did, he was chuckling at the sight of you. you shot up and looked at the chief who was smirking slightly down at you. you rolled your eyes and shook your head, looking up at him.

“don’t even talk about my outfit,” you spoke. the chief only laughed and sat down next to you on the couch. he really was close, now. you did your best to not let your mind wander about how he showed up. he still was in his uniform, but he had the fresh scent of cologne and cigarettes. for some reason, that really had you going. “why aren’t you out there with my dad?” you asked him, curiosity getting the best of you.

“he’s talking with everyone, thought it was better i come find you,” the chief spoke before watching the tv show was on. “magnum P.I. ..really?” the chief asked you with a soft chuckle, and you could only shake your head. you playfully swatted in the arm and laughed.

“it was just on! this is how america celebrates, chief,” you told the chief who could only snicker. he was looking at you now, but not just looking.. he was staring. you swallowed past the lump in your throat, the nerves getting the better of you. you stared back, trying to read him. why was he staring at you? did you have something in your teeth? “jim..” you started to speak, only before you heard the voice of your father.

“hey, we are about ready to eat. what’s going on here?” your father spoke now, both you and jim immediately looking away from one another. you heard the chief let out a soft cough before looking up at your dad.

“erm.. watching magnum p.i. this is how america celebrates, (y/f/n)!” the chief spoke up, and you immediately shook your head and swatted him across the arm. your father could only chuckle and made the chief leave you alone again. fuck. what was all that about? it made you a quivering mess. your face was a bright red and now your stomach was full of butterflies. the palms of your hands were now all so sweaty. you decided to take the world by storm and actually socialize with the kids, maybe play a round of d&d with them.

“and the demogorgon appears! what are you going to do, red ranger?” the voice of mike wheeler yelled out to his friends. will, dustin, and lucas all sat with amused grins on their faces as you approached the picnic table. atleast your dad was able to use the other picnic table for the food and one for the kids’ sharades. you laughed softly as the kids all looked at you, bright smiles on their faces.

“(y/n)! you gonna attack the demogorgon with us?” dustin had asked you, will and lucas looking up at you with smiles on their faces. meanwhile, mike was unamused by your interruption.

“yeah! we could totally use your skills!” lucas then spoke, before will agreed. you looked over at mike with a soft smirk, silently asking his permission.

“.. you always interrupt at such bad times,” mike shook his head before letting out a sigh. he grabbed your character sheet from the book and handed it to you, as well as some dice. “fine. but if you’re playing, you’re in for the long haul.” mike spoke, and you instantly laughed.

“oh.. we’re going to kill this demogorgon.” you spoke before sitting down next to lucas, and the kids all cheered. well, except mike. he was always so controlling as a dm, and you didn’t really understand. oh well, he still let you join last minute. fast forward a bit later, there you were, shaking the d-20 in your hand, hoping to go for the kill.

“.. and now, lady kabob rolls the dice, hoping to destroy what lies ahead of her and her compadres..” mike details, as everyone watches in despair. hands placed together, begging that lady kabob does not mess this up. your hand then lets go of the dice, watching as it slowly rolls, almost in slow motion. and finally.. a 19 was shown on the dice. you and your team mates all cheered, high fiving each other, finally killing the demogorgon that lays in your way. you laughed softly before your dad interrupted.

“alright, kiddos, time for you to eat now. that includes you, lady kabob.” your father spoke and you rolled your eyes at the character name you chose for yourself. you were sure your dad would rather see you draw or something rather than play dungeons and dragons. but you didn’t care, it was fun. you stood from the spot and picnic table and bid your friends a soft goodbye before grabbing a paper plate. you laid some little weenies, and a burger on your plate, decorating the burger with the condiments you enjoyed on your burger. you then took a seat next to your dad who was in some kind of conversation with the chief.

“we were just talking about the adventures of lady kabob. dare i ask?” the chief now asked you. you looked across at him with sort of a glare and a shake of your head. you laughed softly at the mention of your d&d name.

“it’s just dungeons and dragons! i enjoy playing with the kids, so what?” you told the chief before you dug into the food. the three of you made soft conversation while you ate, and finally, it was nearing dark.

you were currently hanging out with the kids again, but this time the four of you played hide and seek with the walkie talkies. when you felt that familiar feeling in your bladder, you handed the walkie to mike and said you had to take a leak. mike of course had his disgusted face and emitted out a ‘ew’ and shooed you away. you laughed and made your way to the bathroom in your home. you opened the door without knocking (oh, you should have), and the scene in front of you was something you didn’t think you would ever see.

‘urgh- shit,’ the chief was currently going to town on his cock. long strokes and soft moans were heard. you thought you were dreaming, but you had to pinch yourself and alas.. it was real. very real. especially when the chief turned his head and noticed you there. your eyes went wide, and that familiar pit in your stomach was doing flips. you just wanted to pee!

“fuck, uhm.. i uh.. sorry.” you squeaked out and shut the door. upstairs it is, then. you couldn’t move, though. you were shaking through your pants. not only did you just see your dad’s best friend jerking off, but he.. he looked hot doing it. your thoughts were now clouded with the way jim was moaning, his eyesbrows knitted together in pleasure.. what was he thinking about? no, you couldn’t think like that. because if it was anyone but you, you would feel this deep feeling of hurt. what were you kidding? of course he was thinking of someone else. he was your dad’s best friend, you were positive he thought it was wrong and only looked at you like a kid. oh how you wish you were older.

throughout the night until fireworks, you were awkwardly sat at one of the picnic tables, sneakily drinking a beer out of your dad’s cooler. your dad was cool in that aspect. he let you drink as much as you wanted, but only asked if you were going to drink more than one to be home. the chief was nowhere to be found, and honestly you were glad about that. you didn’t know if you could talk to the chief normally after the scene you just saw. sure, you knew that boys will be boys and that they do that often, you just didn’t expect.. to see the chief masturbating in your bathroom.

“alright kiddo, time for the fireworks.” your dad hummed out and you nodded, looking up at the sky. your dad then walked away from your vision, leaving you alone in your thoughts. you took a sip of the disgusting alcohol before you watched the chief come closer to you, his hat now hung on his head. you felt that clammy feeling in your throat, not thinking that this moment would come so fast.

“anyone sittin’ there?” the chief asked you. you looked at him and paused. he shouldn’t sit next to you, if anything. you shook your head ‘no’ anyway, and before you knew it he sat next to you. you smelt that familiar scent of beer, cigarettes, and cologne radiating off his body. he was so.. enthralling. that scent was so addicting, and the way he sauntered in that uniform and looked down at you was something else, especially with that scene in the bathroom. you couldn’t help but think of yourself in there with him, him looking down at you as you ever so lovingly sucked on that big cock of his. eyebrows knitted in pleasure, that small bead of sweat falling off of his forehead. “hello?” you suddenly heard the voice of jim ponder your brain, thinking you were day dreaming again. but instead, you weren’t. you swallowed past the thickness that came up in your throat again, and let out a soft cough.

“oh, uh.. sorry chief. i was, uhm.. distracted.” you spoke and the chief could only chuckle softly. of course you were distracted, why wouldn’t you be?

“distracted by what? i’m sure i have an idea,” jim spoke before he took a sip of his own beer in his hand. you looked over at him, that familiar feeling of your body on fire. palms sweating profusely, realizing just how close the chief was to you. he englufed your senses, the beer not smelling like it usually did. “i want to apologize for uhm.. jerking off in your bathroom. it wasn’t professional of me.” the chief spoke, finally speaking about the elephant in the room. you practically choked on your beer and laughed awkwardly.

“i mean- if uh.. you were d-distracted by uh.. a w-woman here and didn’t want to uh.. walk around with a um.. b-boner, i mean i can’t uhm, blame you.” you stumbled on your words, looking away from the chief and back to your beer. you took a drink of it, trying to not think of the conversation at hand. where were these damn fireworks? the chief could only laugh at your words and shake his head, looking at you. thoughts persuaded in his own head, trying his best to not kiss you. but you were.. right there. and those lips were.. merely inches from his own. he cleared his throat before speaking again.

“well.. i appreciate the concern,” jim spoke roughly again, before looking around. the yard was fluttered with people, he was afraid of what would happen if he told his feelings in front of the townsfolk. he had an idea, hoping you would go for it. “uh.. follow me, would ya?” jim then asked you. you looked at him wide eyed, and hesitantly followed him. he lead you to the other side of the house, looking around. everyone was too concerned about the fireworks, no doubt his own radio was going off. he looked down at you, and softly pulled the hair that was over your face back behind your ear.

“jim..?” you looked up at him, in hopes that this was what you thought it was. was he about to..?

“shh,” jim told you before he found your lips with his. your eyes went wide with want, need. your arms found his neck, and instantly wrapped them around it. he held your face in his large hands, captured by your touch. your lips were exactly how he imagined. sweet, plump.. it fit his like a puzzle piece. he didn’t want to stop, especially when the fireworks went off from behind you. you laughed softly in the kiss, at the cheesy way of him expressing how he felt. “what?” he mumbled out into the kiss, before capturing your lips again. he wanted you. no, he needed you. he needed you to be full of him. his touch, his scent, his.. everything.

“nothing, it’s just.. cheesy.” you explained to him, and he finally let your lips go. he looked at you, the colors of red white and blue flashing against your face. you looked beautiful.

“well.. uh, i gotta go. say bye to your dad for me.” jim spoke softly before kissing the top of your head, walking away from you. you watched as he hopped in his blazer and headed towards what you assumed was the station. suddenly, you were oulled from your trance.

“what are you doin’ back here? come on, you’re gonna miss the fireworks!” your dad interrupted before dragging you back to look at the fireworks. you laughed softly to yourself. you will never look at fireworks the same again.

[jimhopperlova]

Story Time!

so i was able to meet david harbour this past weekend, and i didn’t know you could be more obsessed after meeting a celebrity. he was so nice and so chill at the same time. the cutest man alive!

[jimhopperlova]

summary: hopper's favorite season is decidedly not christmas. as the part time secretary tasked with holiday decorating and staying late to type out hopper's notes, you try your hardest to ease his mood, and are pleased to succeed. based pre stranger things. let's just call it 1982. request fill for @heartbreak-sandwich.

wc: 1.3k, 1/2

cw: um. i'm not sure how to word it but part 2 is gonna be smut.

Your day had begun late – Flo had called you to ask to come in before the weekend. Said she wasn’t feeling well. You’d believed her on the phone, but once you arrived in the afternoon, Flo having gone home at lunch, you realized she probably just didn’t want to deal with Hopper. Or the decorating. But honestly… It was probably just Hopper.

It was December 16th, and you noted in your two years working the little part time gig you had at the station that something about the sixteenth truly irked him. 

“You’re late,” Hopper grumbled, sitting at his desk. The afternoon sun was going down already, and it was an early golden hour through the window’s shades, spreading shards of light across the room.

“I came when Flo called,” you answered, shrugging. “And it’s a bit of a drive with the roads the way they are.” It’d snowed heavily the night before, not that Hopper was concerned, with his four wheel drive monster of a vehicle. You took off your coat, gloves and hat following, but decided to keep your scarf on. There were still little snowflakes melting on the yarn around your neck.

The office was half decorated – you could see the scene in your head. Tinsel lined the ceiling about a quarter way around the room. You grinned, seeing the exact point Flo said to herself, fuck this, I’m going home. 

“And here Callahan and I were just taking bets on how late you were gonna be. Owe ‘em twenty bucks now,” Hopper continued to grumble.

You let your face bloom with fake shock. “Well. It’s a well deserved twenty bucks since you felt the need to bet in the first place. What was that ol’ saying Mama Hopper used to have? A gambler’s place isn’t in heaven or something?”

Hopper snorted, shaking his shoulders a little. “Doubt I’d make it anyway.”

Rolling your eyes, you said, “I think an exception would be made.”

At the desk you shared with Flo, there was a stack of documents to look over. Typically they were shittily written reports you and Flo would question the writing officer to clarify and retype for records. Flo must’ve been having a day. You couldn’t remember the last time the stack was so high. Your eyes fluttered back to Hopper as your thumb ran along the edges of what looked to be between ten and twenty reports in manilla folders. “Guess it’s just you and me, huh?”

Before Hopper could answer, the phone at the desk rang, and you picked it up. You listened to the panicked voice on the other end, nodding here and there. “In a tree?” You asked. “Right, right. I’ll send someone over.”

Getting off the phone, Hopper looked completely crestfallen, his eyes staring out underneath his bushy brows. “Mrs. Throckmorten’s cat is stuck in the tree outside her house,” you said. “Said her son, Jimmy, can’t even get him.”

Hopper bleated a laugh. “First call all day, and it’s about a cat.” His chair pushed out from underneath him as he stood, and he put on a dark beanie instead of his usual hat. 

“So an actual crime would be better?” You asked, rolling your eyes a little. 

Hopper blinked at you, seemingly surprised that it was even a question. “If it would get me focused on something else, then yeah. Yeah, I’ll take an actual crime over getting a fuckin’ cat out of a tree.”

He started for the door, already knowing where the Throckmorten house was, since Jinx the cat was a usual suspect. At the door he stopped. “You comin’?” 

Snorting, you crossed your arms. “You serious?”

“It’ll be so boring,” Hopper replied. “Dead boring.”

Softening, you grabbed your coat and gloves, and followed Hopper outside. 

Getting into Hopper’s K5 Blazer, you settled in the seat. Cigarette butts littered the ashtray, sticky notes littered the dash, and the two way radio was shut off as the engine roared to life. You smelled something like a minty aftershave. “Shouldn’t someone be at the station?” You asked. “Not that I mind the drive.”

“Callahan’s somewhere,” Hopper replied, lighting a cigarette. You fought the urge to pull a Flo and take it from his lips and toss it out the window, suddenly realizing the intimacy of being in the chief’s blazer. “If the phone rings enough, he’ll pick it up. Figured that out before we got a part time gal.”

“Right,” you sighed. The corners of your mouth twitched. 

At the Throckmorten house, an orange long haired cat sat miserly on a tree branch. An elderly woman in a long coat stood under the branch, poking at the cat with a long, gnarled stick. 

Hopper stared at the cat, then eyed you suspiciously. 

“Absolutely not,” you laughed.

“C’mooon,” he said, his voice a little raspy. A small, but disgustingly mischievous smile played on his lips. He knelt, patting his shoulders. 

“Jim,” You gasped. “I’m in a skirt!”

“You’ve got tights on,” Hopper snorted, shaking off the use of his first name, which had been rather rare with you. “Won’t feel a thing.” And yet, he wiggled his brows at you.

Sighing, you got on his shoulders. As he stood, you rested your hands on his head, and waited for him to remain steady before reaching for the cat, whose tail flicked back and forth as you came eye level with him.

Hopper bucked his shoulders, making you gasp. You leaned down, losing sight of the Throckmorten cat. You could feel Hopper laugh a little, knowing exactly what he’d done. “You’re bad, Jim Hopper. Bad for the mind and body.”

“Oh, hardly. It was just a little rub, no big deal. Ya gonna get the cat, or am I gonna have to get on your shoulders?”

Scoffing, you reached up again for the cat, Hopper’s coat collar rubbing between your legs. Shivering a little, you managed to snatch up the orange cat and held him close to your chest. Hopping safely to the ground, the cat meowed, and stood in the snow by the walkway to the Throckmorten house, old Mrs. Throckmorten waved a bag of treats at the cat, who went running.

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Back at the station, Callahan was sitting at his desk. “Busy afternoon?” He asked.

You and Hopper carried a bag each, plastic, full of warm food. “The little orange hellraiser on maple street got stuck in a tree again,” Hopper replied. “But, we did bring dinner.”

Callahan followed you and Hopper into his office, though he made a plate and left. You sipped at a warm cup of hot chocolate and Hopper was busy wolfing down his plate until he paused to swallow. “What’re you doing after this?” he asked.

You looked around, thinking for a spell. “Probably just gonna go home. And I’m not even sure about that, since Flo never finished decorating.” Bing Crosby played over the radio in Hopper’s office faintly.

Hopper’s lips pressed together in thought. He raised his brows. “You could… come home with me.” He lifted his hands a little, that mischievous grin back on his mouth.

“That easy?” You asked, snorting a little, chewing your food slowly.

“Could be. If you wanted,” Hopper said, shrugging.

“You give a fuck less every year that passes,” you murmured. “What would they think?”

Hopper moved to pour some alcohol from a flask into his own hot chocolate. He glanced at you, holding up the flask, and you nodded. “Who gives a shit what anybody thinks,” Hopper answered, pouring a little in your cup.

“It wouldn’t be a good look, Hop,” You murmured softly. 

“Sure, sure,” Hopper answered. “And us having dinner right now looks fine?” He let out a little laugh. “If you don’t want to, it’s fine, I get it. Just asking.”

You let out a soft breath. “If I do, y’gonna be gentle?”

Hopper choked a laugh. “Sure, yeah, yeah, that can be arranged.”

[jimhopperlova]

- Power Damage (18+)

18+ MDNI!!

Pairing(s): helping!jim hopper, helpless! fem reader

Summary: when reader comes home after a long shift at the diner, she finds her power is non-existent. she asks the local chief to help, but find out he helps in more ways than one.

Warning(s): large age gap (reader is 22, hop is 41), masturbation (f receiving), unprotected p in v.

i hope you enjoy! ive wrote something similar to this, but this ones a lot better. more love making than actual sex.

‘10 minutes and i can take a nice hot shower.’ you said to yourself, finishing up cleaning the tables you had. you had to be the busser and the server of course, cause why not? you sighed, continuing to look at the clock ahead of you. no, you can’t. the more you look, the more time went by slower.

it was nearing 10 o’clock, you of course having the closing shift. you didn’t mind as your boss was a nice gentleman. he always offered you free food, made sure you were comfortable in any setting, and if any customers got out of line, he was right there in tow. you couldn’t ask for a better boss.

“alright, looks like it’s your time to go. get outta here. get some rest.” speaking of, your boss had said to you as you finished your last table. you smiled brightly, the shower sounding more and more better as the day went on. you quickly put the dirty dishes and rags away where they needed to go, and quickly hung your apron up on the employee break room door. you hurriedly grabbed your winter coat, hat, and gloves. ‘warm shower, warm shower.’ you shouldn’t ask for anything too much, because then your hopes are shattered.

“what?! no!” you had managed to see that your power was off. the lightswitch didn’t work, and the oven didn’t work either. you wouldn’t be able to be warm. you did everything you thought you could to steer away from this very moment. you lived in the midwest, weather was always the worst. when people say it’s bad, it’s worse. and when people say weather is nice, its bad. there was no way of fighting off the inevitable.

great. now what? you weren’t about to sleep in your cold car nor your cold house. start a fire in the house? probably not the smartest idea. go over to everyone’s homes you know of and beg mercilessly to stay at their house until your power’s back on? better idea. but you knew that you would need to get the power back on, so you had managed to helplessly drive to the police station. you didn’t know of anyone capable of helping.. not even a handyman. maybe you can be desperate, especially when talking to the chief.

chief jim hopper was a regular at the diner. he stumbled across you one night when you were his server. clearly you made an impression on him, but of course, you are oblivious, so you didn’t really understand. until tonight when you are talking to flo, hoping the nice old lady would understand.

“listen, i.. i stumbled across a situation and i don’t know of any handyman in town. is there a way you guys could help me? i know you’ll probably tell to screw off and suck it up, but.. i really need your guys’ help. maybe give me a directory?” you asked flo in the most desperate voice you could. you were shaking of cold, and this situation just made things worse.

“ms, our hours are closed. we are only open for emergencies,” flo spoke to you, you looked at her in despair. but this was an emergency! you couldn’t be warm to save your life. maybe you could stay here overnight? pretend to be a criminal. break something. “but.. i can see what i can do.” flo then spoke. you looked at her with a smile, probably thanking her a million times. you sat down on one of the chairs, hugging yourself to try and keep yourself warm. you then watched as a door opened, and out came a tiring chief. you wanted to say hi, but things were more important right now.

“(y/n), what are you doing here? everything alright?” the chief had then asked you, and you could only smile lightly. things were alright you supposed, but you’re freezing in your boots. literally!

“oh, hey jim. yeah, uh.. everything’s fine. except my power’s out, as well as my pipes are burst. maybe i’ll just stay at a motel..” you told yourself. you hadn’t even considered that. you involuntarily facepalmed yourself at the thought of a motel. how dumb could you be?

“well.. i’m just headin’ out now. maybe i’ll stop by and check it out.” jim mentioned. you looked up at him with a wide smile. coming to the police station was the smartest idea you could have thought of.

“sir, you have a call waiting for you-“ flo started to interrupt, basically telling him not to help you. all hope was gone. he had a job to do afterall, not bother with your stupid pipes. oh. you didn’t think that could be dirty until you truly thought about it. your face emitted a deep blush, and tried your best to ignore it.

“it’s alright, flo. this shouldn’t take long.” jim said again, looking down at you as in a ‘let’s get out of here before i get pulled back into the office’. you smiled up at him and stood, leading him out to your car.

“thank you, jim. it really means a lot.” you told the chief who could only smile softly, heading to his blazer. you hopped in your nova and headed towards your home. you didn’t think anything would come between you and jim, so you only treated him as a friend. but you basically owe him a shit ton of favors for doing this for you. you didn’t know what you would do without the chief.

“yep. busted,” jim muttered as he looked underneath your home. you cursed to yourself, shaking your head. god damn it. curse your mother for having old pipes. your mother practically gave you this house in her will, and you had a three bedroom ranch house at the age of 21. being an adult sucks. “and the powerlines are froze. until they thaw out, you’re kinda stuck.” jim explained further, and you shook your head. of course. could this get any worse?

“shit. uh.. okay. i guess i’ll drive around town to see if any motels have vacancy. thanks for helping me, you didn’t have to.” you told the chief who could only shake his head and run his hand through his hair.

“save the gas. the one motel in this town is full. almost the whole town is outta power,” jim explained again, bearing the bad news. so the night really could get worse. you cursed to yourself about a million times before jim could only laugh. you looked at him in bewilderment, wondering what his problem was. “you don’t have any friends or somethin’ to crash with?” he asked you, his hands placed on his hips. you shook your head, hugging yourself again.

“nope. i’ve only been here for a year, if you can’t recall my sob story when you were last at the diner,” you explained to jim. you had a bad time shutting up about how you ended up in hawkins, especially when they ask you about how you ended up here. when someone was new to the town, it sparked up the whole entire town. you didn’t stop explaining where you came from for about a month. “i have coworkers, but they have kids and their house is full. that is if they have power. honestly.. i just need a warm shower.” you laughed softly, and jim lightly scratched the back of his neck, almost in thought.

“well.. my place is trashed. but if ya need.. you can stay. granted, i still have power and water when i get back home.” jim spoke. those were the words you needed to hear after a long debate in your mind of where to go. you smiled brightly and looked at jim with probably the biggest smile.

“oh my gosh, thank you so much! thank you, thank you, thank you!” you told the man and hugged him tightly, despite if he wanted to or not. you let him to and looked up at him. “i’ll go grab some clothes. i’ll be back.” you told him before heading inside your cold home. seconds later, you emerged with a backpack full of clothes for tomorrow and your pajamas.

“leave your car here, you’ll be safe.” jim told you. you couldn’t help but laugh and hop in the car next to the chief. the drive to his place was silent. you couldn’t quite place if it was a good quiet, or a bad quiet. but it was definitely an awkward quiet. meanwhile, jim was deep in thought. his mind continuously wandered about whether it was a good idea to bring you to his place or not. the last thing he wanted was to be judged, especially by you.

for some reason, you were never able to escape his mind. those small little talks and bright smiles at the diner did him dirty. maybe that’s why he continues to go there when he isn’t swamped with paperwork. your bright eyes and that widened smile pulls him right back into the diner, always making sure he left you a generous tip. you were young. and see, that was another problem. he was a 40 year old man, watching over the town, protecting it. you were merely 22, high hopes still ahead of your future. and maybe that’s why he has hesitated asking you out on a proper date.

finally, you two arrived at jim’s trailer. it seemed kinda homey on the outside. however, inside it seemed like a druggie’s fever dream. pill bottles, beer bottles, beer cans, dirty clothes, just.. everywhere. you weren’t expecting the chief to be clean by any means (he’s a busy man), but you didn’t expect it to be this dirty.

“s’cuse the mess,” jim spoke before he looked around and tried his best to move some stuff around so it wasn’t so messy. he didn’t expect to bring you to his trailer tonight, but if he had to be honest, he was glad he had the opportunity to. “you can place your coat and stuff on the couch for now.” he also instructed. you looked around and didn’t know what to say. nice place? nice.. bottles of beer? instead, you took the latter.

“uh.. thanks again for letting me stay. it was really nice of you.” you said awkwardly before disgarding your coat and hat and mittens. you placed them on the couch, feeling the warm air. finally.

“course. not a problem. uh.. bathroom’s over there. i’ll let you take the bed tonight.” jim spoke and you immediately looked at him. ‘i’m used to sleeping on the couch, anyway’ jim had said to himself internally.

“no, its okay. i can sleep on the couch, i don’t mind.” you smiled brightly before excusing yourself to the bathroom. you shut the door behind yourself, and looked in the mirror. you didn’t look too bad, but you didn’t look hot either. the stress made your forehead vein pop, and hopefully after the shower it would be alright. you sighed before disgarding your clothes you had on that day and grabbed the pajamas from the backpack, placing them on the bathroom counter. you turned on the water and felt the way the warm water graced your fingertips. ah. not enough hot water, though.

meanwhile, the chief was sat in his usual spot in the recliner. beer in hand, he channel surfed the tv. he was doing well, he thought. refraining from your good looks, doing his best to not stare too long. but.. could you blame him? it was you. and now you were in his trailer in the shower. naked. he tried his best to let the tv distract him from going in there and spying on you. he really was dirty.

finally, you came out of the shower. you were in a white plain t-shirt and some plaid pajama pants. the perfect outfit to keep warm. you noticed jim was sat in his recliner, watching tv. he was still in his police uniform, and obviously.. you thought the uniform was hot. his pants made his crotch area tighter, so if there was any chance he had any attraction to you.. you would know. the unform defined his muscles well, and he always demanded respect in it. you didn’t know, but you knew a power play was hot.

“i’m uh.. done. it was really nice, thank you,” you told jim softly, slowly reaching to couch and sitting down. jim looked over at you and nodded, going back to the tv. fuck, it was going to be awkward, wasn’t it? what could you do to break this silence thing? “uh.. how’s your job treating you? good, i hope?”

“what?” jim asked and looked at you. you shrugged and looked over at him, hoping to let him know you were just trying to start a conversation. “it’s uh.. same old song and dance. how ‘bout the diner?” he asked you, taking a drink from the beer can. he then reached for the pack of cigarettes, lighting one up. another thing you’re attracted to. the way the cigarette was in between his lips. fuck, you really wished you were that cigarette right now. “hello?” jim had piped up again, and you had to bounce back from your trance. you laughed and shook off the thoughts.

“sorry, uh.. was thinkin’. um.. it’s alright. i mean, it’s gotten better. i got a pay boost, and new clientel has been tipping better.” you told him. you smiled over at him, and jim couldn’t help but smile back at you softly. cigarette still in hand, he took another hit from the cigarette, letting the smoke exhale from his throat. he looked relaxed.. but stressed. you weren’t sure what that was, but you knew that he was kind enough to let you stay in his trailer. you shouldn’t pry.

“that’s good. glad you’re getting what you deserve,” jim spoke. a few more minutes and more staring at him smoking the cigarette, he finished what he was doing and stood from his recliner. he shut the tv off before turning to you. “alright, it’s ‘bout time i head to bed. please, just.. sleep in the bed. it’ll make me feel better.” jim ordered you. you sighed and nodded, standing as well.

“i’m sorry, i just don’t want to be a bother..” you said softly before jim could only think, ‘why would you be a bother?’ nope, personal feelings had to stay far away from his mind. “goodnight, jim. thank you again.” you spoke softly and slowly made your way to the bedroom. jim couldn’t help but watch as you walk to his bedroom. those pajama pants fit you well. he shook the thoughts away again and started to disgard himself of his uniform.

you fell onto his big bed. it was massive. it was cozy, and even smelled like him. despite the piles of dirty clothes and pill bottles everywhere, it felt nice. it would feel way better if he was next to you, though. you sighed and decided to try and fall asleep. an hour passes though, and you’re still awake. not only were you in a foreign place (you didn’t sleep well at places you never stayed at before), but your mind was wide awake. it wouldn’t shut the hell up. thoughts of jim coming in here and making sweet love to you wouldn’t leave. you did your darndest to not masturbate in his bed, but maybe it would relieve some pressure.

you sighed and slowly rolled out of his bed and slowly made your way out to the living room. jim looked asleep on the couch. you ducked behind the corner hoping to not wake him. he looked way less stressed. his eyes were closed, the way his belly went up and down from breathing.. at peace. but you could now get a better visual of him without his uniform on. and for some reason.. it turned you on even more. you swallowed past the lump in your throat and swaddled your way back into his bed.

thoughts danced in the front of your mind, not escaping the wandering of your eyes. what if jim came in here? what if he confessed his feelings and made sweet sweet love? you kept thinking of how he would taste on your lips. his beard would tickle you a little and he would taste of beer and cigarette smoke. but when his head ducked lower, the beard would tickle you even more. lower on your stomach, lower above your navel.. lower on your cunt that is aching to be touched. you swallowed and decided to give it a shot.

your hand ducked underneath your pajama pants, circling around the nerve that wanted to be touched the most. you imagined jim’s finger there instead, the thick digits circling around it. praising you on how good you were doing, confessing his love to you. you let out a soft moan, the thoughts swirling around in your mind. before you knew it, your finger danced around your entrance. you entered one finger inside of you, clearly that not doing much. thoughts of him telling you to beg for it, for him to add just one finger.

“please, please, jim..” you sighed out, begging jim in your mind. you didn’t think you would be loud externally, but it was loud enough for jim to stir in his sleep. he awoke to soft moans coming from his bedroom, curiousity getting the best of him. he stood slowly and walked over to his bedroom, almost forgetting you were in there. but the sight in front of him added a glow to his eyes he hadn’t seen in a long time.

sure, he has pleased lots of women in his spare time. but none of them could have compared to you. the way your hand was underneath your pajama pants, the way your eyes were closed with pleasure.. the way you moaned his name. and my, was that the sweetest way he could have heard anyone say his name. it was almost angelic the way you sounded. he had to palm himself at just the sight, but it came to a shock that he was already hard. what did you even do to him?

“please, i need you, jim..” you moaned out. fuck. jim was at a loss of words. he took a moment to run his hand through his hair, thinking what he should exactly do. he wanted nothing more than to replace your hand with his, whisper sweet nothings in your ear.. however, this was different. he had to remember his morals. “jim.. i’m- i’m gonna cum.” you shrieked out. he wondered if this was some kind of trick, and you weren’t really lost in your mind. except, you really were. you were oblivious to the fact that jim was spying on you. you know what? screw his morals.

jim slowly made his way inside the room, trying his best to not startle you. he wanted to surprise you if you really were about to cum to the thought of him. but when you heard footsteps, your eyes shot open. there was jim, standing there. right in front of the bed. had he been watching you? before you could make any excuse, his hand cupped your mouth. you looked at him with wide eyes, honestly afraid of what he might say. what he might do.

“shh..” jim shushed you, his eyes dancing down to where your hand rested. it was still there, but paused. he looked disappointed. “keep goin’. it’s okay.” he had whispered, and you looked at him confused. you didn’t dare question what he just told you to do. your hand started to rub circles at your clit again, that feeling of cumming being lost. you were startled, and you didn’t think you could muster up that feeling again. especially when he was watching you now.

“jim.. i need.. your help..” you whispered at him, looking at him with doe like eyes. the glow in them.. jim couldn’t resist. he slowly took your hand away, and instead replaced it with yours. his large fingers started to dance around your clit, adding that pressure you were so desperately after. you hummed softly, your eyes shutting softly. the same thoughts filled you, but with the man that was doing this to you, it made it all that much better.

“feel good?” jim whispered in your ear. you nodded desperately, your hands gripping at the sheets. you couldn’t control your moans at this point. you opened your eyes and looked at jim.. he was mesmerized by the way you reacted to his touch. he was curious to see how you would do with himself inside you. he slowly laid down next to you, so he had better access. the motions continued, but you needed more.

“jim.. i need your fingers.. inside me..” you spoke desperately, looking up at him. jim could only accept and nodded softly, one finger sliding inside of you. you moaned softly at the way his finger already managed to find your g-spot, it feeling all too good. he thrusted his finger inside of you, of course slow. he wanted you to be prepared for his cock.

“want another one?” jim asked you, and you nodded. he smirked softly before he looked down at you. he was simply drunk off the way you moaned for him. the way you yearned for his touch. “beg for me..” he instructed and you immediately obliged.

“please jim, i.. i need another finger.. need to feel you..” you moaned out, looking up at him. the two of you locked eyes, and you felt like you were about to cum. that familiar feeling was started to rise, but you needed just a little more to help. “p-please. need your finger to cum..” you begged once more, and immediately he obliged. the second finger added more than what you bargained for. you practically came immediately. “f-fuck, jim- i’m.. cum-cumming..!” you shrieked out, your hands gripping at the sheets on his bed. you were full of him.. his bed, his scent.. his cologne.. and now his fingers deep inside you.

“that’s it. you’re doing so good..” jim praised in your ear. he felt himself get even more hard at the way you spasmed around his fingers, if that was possible. his cock now ached for you. he wanted to be deep inside you, claim you as his. he didn’t care how young you were.. at this very moment, you are all he wanted. and will continue to be, no matter what anyone had thought. once you finished on his fingers, he slowly slid them out of you and licked up the juices. he looked down at you, and noticed how relaxed you were. normally, he would just stick his dick inside and be done with it. but it was.. you. no, he was going to savor this.

“jim.. need.. more of you..” you had managed to whisper out, despite how exhausted you were. you really did want more of him. no matter how overstimulated you got, you needed him inside of you.

“don’t worry, it’s comin’ sweetheart. just need.. to savor you..” and before you knew it, his lips captured yours with his. it was deep, hard, passionate.. and he tasted just like you thought he would. except, a more.. whiskey taste. you were drunk off his lips, the two of you moving in sync. your hand had then palmed at his boxers, feeling the way his cock ached for your touch. you were in heaven. “shit. don’t do that. i need to be inside you..” he hummed against your lips, not wanting to stop. your lips were so addictive. they tasted of coffee.. not only were mornings for coffee and contemplation, it seemed nights were too.

you moaned softly against jim’s own, your hands traveling from his boxers to his chest. hairy. but you didn’t care. he was groomed exceptionally well. his hairy chest fit him, and you were glad for that. eventually, jim took things to the next level. he laid you down fully onto the bed, him on top. he broke the kiss to look down at you, his blue eyes meeting yours. you looked absolutely beautiful.. he wanted you to know this.

“so.. beautiful..” jim hummed out softly before his head ducked down to your neck. he left feather-like kisses, before he left some on your collarbone. you moaned softly, before his hands had found the bottom of your shirt. you helped him take it off, and you didn’t think jim could look more happy until now. his head ducked down to your breasts now, twirling one nipple with his tongue. he made sure the leave equal attention to the other as well, making sure you were left satisfied.

finally, he was getting somewhere. you watched as he started to slide down your pajama pants and underwear. he flung them somewhere in the room, looking down at you. you looked up at him in wonderment, hoping he would do more. you nodded up at him, in hopes he would.

“please, jim.. please.. need to feel you..” you spoke softly, and this was all he needed to hear. he disregarded his boxers, leaving him naked in the moonlight. you watched as he stroked at his cock. it was thick, veiny.. it looked like the perfect puzzle piece.

“i got you. you’re all mine,” jim whispered out before spitting on his hand for lubrication, and then slowly thrusted inside of you. your eyes got big, and he wasn’t even fully inside you. “oh.. fuck. i’m not gonna last long.” jim admitted with a soft chuckle. you fit him so well. so wet, so tight.. it was fucking perfect. you are perfect.

“oh.. jim..” you moaned out softly. you looked up at him, watching the way he shut his eyes softly. when he felt you were well adjusted, he slowly thrusted in more. and eventually, slow thrusts in and out. he then leaned lower down at you, hitting that spot so.. perfectly. “mm.. jim.. it feels so good..” you moaned out, his lips captured onto your neck. his thrusts were gaining at a decent pace now, but he didn’t want to just fuck you. he wanted to make love with you. his hands found yours, and he gripped them tight. your eyes were now shut softly. you then realized.. this was the best sex you have ever had. it was more emotional, more intimate.. chief jim hopper really did have a thing for you.

“fuck.. baby, you’re so.. good. so fuckin’.. perfect..” jim moaned in your ear, getting high off of your own moans. the way you called out his name. the way you accepted his cock inside you. the way you wanted him, and the way he wanted you. with these thoughts in mind, he was getting close, and you were too. again. “i can feel you gettin’ tight.. you gonna cum for me?” jim had asked you, and you immediately nodded.

“y-yes, jim.. i’m gonna cum for you.. fuck it feels.. so good..” you had moaned again, feeling that familiar feeling in your tummy. before you knew it, you were spasming around his cock, you milking yourself on his cock.

“shit, baby. so good, so fucking.. good. can you take my cum?” jim had asked you, and of course you nodded. you wanted his seed deep inside you. you wanted to be his, and wanted nothing more than for him to claim you. with that, he felt himself become undone. your scent, your moans, the way you fucking breathed.. it was over. he emptied himself deep inside you, spasming around your own aching cunt. after he was finished, he laid on top of you, but not fully. he didn’t need you to be struggling to breathe.

“jim.. that felt.. so good.” you managed to break the silence after a few moments, and all jim could so was chuckle. he placed a kiss on top of your head, making sure that you knew you really were safe. with him.

“you’re more than welcome to stay again, y’know. anytime you want.” jim had whispered in your ear. that was his way of telling you his true feelings about you. he wanted you. and you were now grateful for those old pipes your mom put on the house.

[jimhopperlova]

- Late Night Drive (18+)

18+ MDNI!

Pairing(s): angry!hopper, trouble maker!fem reader

Summary: based on s1 hop, reader decides to mess with jim like she’s done before: speeding to get an excuse to talk to the town’s chief of police. jim hopper has finally had enough.

Warnings: explicit language, large age gap (hop is 41, reader is 19), handcuff play, public sex, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving)

hope you enjoy! ive had this plot in my mind for a while now!

“you’re gonna do it again? surprised you haven’t been arrested yet,” your best friend spoke at the diner the two of you always meet at. she giggled at the fact she thought you were so rebellious. staying out way past your curfew, using your fake ID for a couple drinks at the local bar (surprised no one has recognized you yet), sneaking out your dad’s house to hang out with your friends.. let’s just say, you really are surprised you haven’t been caught yet. “i mean.. why do you do it?”

“it’s fun! duh,” you replied before taking a sip of the coke. you smirked at your friend, grabbing your wallet so you can pay for you and your friend’s food. thankfully the job you had at the newspaper paid pretty well. you could afford you and your friend’s meal. “besides, the chief is.. let’s just say not bad to look at.”

“ew!” your best friend grimaced, watching as you pulled out some money. “have you heard the rumors? he’s a whore! you want sloppy seconds?” your best friend asked, and all you could do was cough on the coke you had just drank. your best friend was your best friend for a reason. she was funny when she wanted to be.

“sloppy seconds? where did you hear that?” you laughed before slapping the money and then some for a tip onto the table. you pulled the jacket on before standing, your best friend following. “i’m just saying. it’s fun seeing that man mad. i’ve been doing this for.. let’s see.. this’ll be the third time, and he hasn’t gave me a ticket. maybe i just have a pretty face.” you shrugged and smirked, your best friend following you out of the diner. the cold air hit you, and you knew that it was a good night for doing such. november was always a fun month, and with the leaves rolling down the trees, it was.. gorgeous. your favorite month by far.

“your death wish.” your best friend spoke before bidding you goodbye. you waved back and headed into your car. spiking up the ignition, you heard it purr with excitement. you smirked and patted the steering wheel, turning the music up loud.

“let’s get ‘em, girl.” you mumbled before pulling out of the diner, finding where the chief could be. ‘Detroit Rock City’ by KISS played through the speakers, your smirk emitting even bigger. this was a perfect song to get the deed done. before you knew it, after lapping the police station twice, there was the chief in tow. practically on your ass. you looked in the rearview mirror, and noticed the cold and angry stare from anywhere. ‘now let’s piss him off’ you told yourself.

you pushed down the pedal, watching as the spedometer rose. 40.. 50.. 60.. 70.. you kept your hands gripping the steering wheel, the chief’s lights now just turning on. you giggled at this.. he probably knew it was you. again. he continued to follow you through the town of hawkins, pedestrations all halting to you. they knew that car anywhere, and knew you weren’t going to stop.

adrenaline coursed through your veins, your heart raced with every passing second. you laughed loudly, continuing to watch the rearview. he was speaking something in his radio, your actions not stopping. you just wanted to give him a little show before giving up. when you were on the outskirts of town, surrounded by trees, you then decided to start slowing down. you watched as the spedometer went from 70 to 35 in a matter of seconds. you slowly pulled over on the side, finally parking the car. you fiddled your fingers on the steering wheel, awaiting your fate. if you weren’t nice, you would definitely lose him by going offroad. you knew your car could, but you wanted to see how red in the face the chief could get. for some reason, that just set something in you. it was fun and thrilling.. you didn’t know why a lot of things were fun, but you did them anyway.

you watched as the chief let out a long and drastic sigh from your mirror, slamming his car. you giggled softly at this, watching as he approached you. you ‘innocently’ rolled down the window so he could look at you better. when he approached, he leaned against the cold metal frame, looking down at you with probably the most angry he’s been.

“officer, honest, i didn’t know how fast i was goin’,” you said in the most southern accent and the most innocent voice you could. of course, he wasn’t buying it. you peered up at him with doe eyes, hoping you would get out of a ticket again. “please find it in your heart to forgive me. promise i’ll be a good lil girl.” you smirked up at the man, who only shook his head and peered down at you again.

“third. fuckin’. time,” the chief spoke, looking down at you with a hard line. so he was playing hard to get, huh? “what makes you think i’ll let you walk again?” the chief asked you, and you meerily smiled. a soft smirk building up.

“because you’re a good man. i’m only 19, i’ll learn my lesson.” you told the chief. you could tell he wasn’t letting you go this time. you nervously fiddled with your fingers in your lap again, hoping the punishment wouldn’t be too severe.

“your father’s a god damn cop. how does he keep letting you drive this thing?” the chief questioned you, and you could only giggle. you were a daddy’s girl, and no matter how many times you fucked up, he would still let you drive. besides, you help put groceries on the table. why would he stop you from going to work? “this ain’t gonna work for me again. shut off your vehicle,” the chief instructed you. you looked up at him with wide eyes. jail? he was going to put you in jail? you swallowed past the nerves in your throat and slowly turned the engine off. “cat’s got your tongue, i see. step out.” he instructed again, and you hesitantly obliged. when you stepped out, you were met with your body slamming against the cold metal frame of your car. your grunted softly in pain, the chief’s hands roaming you. he sure took his time, too.

“oh, come on, officer. to molest me, you gotta be a little more careful than that,” you piped back with a smirk, your head turning so you could watch him from your peripheral. the chief seemed to be enjoying this for some reason. oddly enough, you didn’t know any better, but the chief has been riled up all day. he had a long day already, and here he was at 10 in the night, dealing with the same girl that had been driving him insane. he should just shut you up with his cock. those thoughts infiltrated his mind, but did his damnest to shut up and do what he needed to. but the way you were powerless against this car, he couldn’t help himself. his hands continued to roam your body, pausing a few seconds to grasp at your breasts. with your jacket on, he really couldn’t fantasize that much. “gettin’ a little handsy, there. how’s it looking if i complain to your higher up?” you smirked again before the chief grabbed your face with one of his free ones.

“shut. the. fuck up. and i don’t have a higher up. it’s just me.. sweetheart,” the chief said lowly ss he continued to practically molest you. “you ain’t carrying anything, are ya?” he asked you again, and you could only giggle.

“if you count pepper spray to get rid of creeps like you, then yes. yes, i do. chief,” you said against the car, and finally that’s when the chief snapped. he flipped you around so now he was facing you. his hat hung low on his face, but you could still see the way he looked at you. he was angry, as if he was sick of you. if he was so sick of you, why not just let you go again? “oh, chief. did i pop a nerve or somethin’?” you smirked and that’s when he truly snapped. the chief had been battling his own thoughts. late at night when he was alone, he thought of you causing trouble. he got off to the thought of fucking you from behind against his own police car. and now.. he could probably make that happen.

“get on your fuckin’ knees.. now,” the chief ordered. you looked at him with a smirk and a brow raised. was he really..? “i said get on your fucking knees,” the chief demanded and this time, forced you down so you were on your knees. you looked up at him, lost in thought. okay, you knew you were going to get into some serious shit, but.. this? you didn’t expect this. “don’t worry princess, i ain’t gonna hurt ya. even thought you fuckin’ deserve it.” he then leaned over you, his tented crotch staring at your face. you then felt the metal cuffs against your wrists, him locking them to make sure you really weren’t getting away this time. he looked around to make sure no one was around and unbuckled his belt, you watching with desire. you didn’t think this would actually happen, but here you were. about to suck the chief’s cock.

“if i didn’t know any better, you’re askin’ me to suck your cock.” you giggled out, looking up at him. he looked down at your with those lust filled blue eyes, still too angry to function. he then grabbed your face, pinching your cheeks together.

“damn right i am. and i’m not fucking asking you. you’re going to,” the chief demanded as he continued to pull down his boxers and pants, his cock springing free. he really was hard for you? i mean, he was a man, so they get hard at fucking anything. you didn’t know that he really was hard for you, and it wasn’t just you causing trouble. it was that damn mouth and the way you sauntered around town like you owned it. chief jim hopper owned it, not you. you didn’t even have a moment to take in his thick veiny cock, he just slammed it inside your pathetic mouth. you didn’t really prepare yourself, so you were already gagging on it. “come on, baby. you were so fuckin’ mouthy.. what happened?” he smirked as he watched you gag on his cock, him staying still in your mouth. he grabbed at your hair, slightly pulling on it as he watched you pathetically whine against it.

the chief finally let his cock out of your mouth so you could prepare for it. he wanted to feel you suck it, not just him fuck your face. he wanted to feel the way your mouth accepted his cock, and the way you would truly suck it. he looked down at you, still pulling on your hair.

“i’m sure you know how to work your way around a cock. don’t fuckin’ play with me,” the chief spoke as you looked up at him, helpless. you leaned in, letting your mouth take him in now. you swirled your tongue against the head, pinching in your cheeks so you could actually feel him. he was so veiny. “that’s it.. fuck, that’s it.” the chief groaned softly at the way you took him in. he watched as he slowly thrusted into your mouth, your moans softly englufing around his thick member. your eyebrows knitted together in focusing on sucking his cock, but also you loved the way you were making him sound. before you know it, he was now thrusting at a fast pace, hitting the back of your throat. you gagged on it slightly, before the chief stayed still. he kept it inside your throat before you couldn’t breathe anymore. he thrusted out of you and watched as his cock had your saliva rolling off of his head, and your lips. he chuckled darkly before smirking softly.

“this is what happens when you cause trouble,” the chief spoke before he slapped your face lightly, leaning down at you. you flinched lightly before he pulled you up, and had you bent over against your car. it wasn’t his patrol car, but this will do. he had your head pinned against the back of your car, the cold metal against your face. the chief had then pulled down your pants just past your thighs, as well as your panties. you felt the cold air hit your soaked cunt, a small gasp escaping your throat. “look at that. someone been gettin’ off to thoughts of the chief, huh?” the chief snickered before smacking your ass. you let out a soft yelp, and realized you were in for it now.

“c-chief.. stop.. playing around. please.. i-i need you..” your shaky breaths were heard. you didn’t realize how pathetic you could really be. it just kinda rolled off your tongue, and now the chief had something against you. he snickered again, able to accept why exactly you’ve been causing trouble.

“is this why you get inta trouble? to see what the chief will do to you? huh?” the chief asked you. you swallowed past the thickness in your throat as you felt his fingertips dance around your entrance. he then slapped your soaking cunt, it hurting but feeling good. you needed more of that friction. “fuckin’ answer me.” the chief demanded and you immediately nodded.

“y-yes. fuck- yes,” you replied, and to that the chief could only chuckle. he started to rub at your folds before he found your clit. he started to roll his finger against it, creating that fiction you ever so reached for. “j-jim.. oh, yes..” you moaned out before he slapped your pussy again. you let out another yelp, and before you knew it, he was leaning against your ear.

“we aren’t friends. you don’t get to call me jim,” the chief spoke lowly before pulling back again. he danced around your entrance and added two fingers, watching as your pussy stretched around his fingers. if you had sex, it had been a while since you had any action. the way your pussy quelched around his fingers had his cock throbbing. he really felt like a teenager all over again. “shit. you fuck before?” he groaned into the cold air, you moaning softly. you gripped the trunk of your car, his fingers devouring your pussy.

“yes, i- i have. don’t worry, chief. you aren’t- popping my cherry.” you moaned out, the chief’s smirking widening. so he really could destroy your pussy if he wanted to. he watched you take his fingers and after a couple minutes, he slowly pulled them out of you, watching your juices collect on his fingers. he lapped them up with his mouth, the taste of you sweet. if he wasn’t on duty, he truly would take his time with you. but that wasn’t happening tonight.

the chief slid off his hat and placed it on top of your head, watching as it fit your head perfectly. well, maybe it was a little big, but it fit his fantasy alright.

“you’re gonna take this cock and be quiet. bite the hat if you need to,” the chief instructed and before you could react, his cock was slowly filling you up. the way your pussy tightened around his cock was something that had him really wanting to fuck you. he wasn’t going to last long, and that was good but bad. your pussy had captivated him now, his thrusts slowly going in and out of your wet cunt. “shit.. look at you. taking my cock like the trouble maker you fuckin’ are.” he groaned out, watching the way his cock slid in and out of you.

“oh, f-fuck, chief. fuck.. yes!” you blurted out, and his one hand immediately went back to your head and pinned you down. you let out a gasp and shut your eyes tight.

“i said be fucking quiet,” the chief groaned, before he finally slammed into you. you flinched from the sudden reaction. you grabbed the hat that was on top of your head and bit down onto the velvet fabric. you needed to keep yourself quiet or else this possibly couldn’t happen again. the chief continued to slowly thrust into you, taking his time. despite what he had thought of earlier, he couldn’t help but be addicted to your pussy. it was basically egging him on to cum deep inside you. and before you knew it, he was slamming deep inside you at a rapid pace. you moaned into the hat, it smelling like him. the way you were completely powerless now, and the way he was stroking your cunt.. you were getting close. moans could be heard between the both of you, as well as skin slapping skin was echoing throughout the trees. “shit, baby. i feel you gettin’ tighter. you gonna cum for me? you gonna cum for your chief?” he groaned out, and you could only nod.

“yes, y-yes.. i’m getting so close, chief.” you mumbled out. the familiar knot in your stomach was coming so close to be relieved, and the chief could tell. he chuckled deeply before his lips found your ear, breathing heavy.

“fuckin.. fuck, cum for me. cum for your chief.” the chief had managed to cough out, and with those words of endearment, you felt yourself spasm. your whole body tensed as your hand gripped the back of the car, the relief of pressure bidding off your pussy. you moaned at the feeling, and before you knew it, the chief was pounding into you. deep, hard, fast.. fuck, your pussy was over stimulated now, your body shaking with desire, but you could feel him getting closer to his own release.

“that’s it.. fuckin’ shake for me, baby. i’m gonna cum inside this pussy and make it mine. fucking.. all mine,” he groaned in your ear, and before you knew it, you felt his seed shot up into you. you moaned softly at his reaction, his seed coating your walls. “fuck.. that’s it, baby. take it all.” he managed to whisper out in your ear.

the two of you managed to stay put in this situation for a moment, and finally the chief pulled of you. you felt embrassed, disgusted, but mainly.. you felt at ease. relaxed. the way he acted, you had a feeling chief had wanted this too.

after a moment of silence, you felt a pair of hands on your wrists. you felt the cuffs fall of you, and the chief was smirking softly. he grabbed the hat from your mouth and placed it on his head, as if nothing had happened. he managed to pull up his pants and boxers, before buckling his belt back up. you pulled your own pants up, the two of you staying silent. thinking that he wasn’t going to say anything to you, the chief then turned to you with the same smirk.

“stay outta trouble, ya hear?” the chief then walked away and got into his blazer. you watched him leave you, humiliated. you looked down and thought to yourself. ‘stay outta trouble? well if that was going to happen, why the hell would i stay outta trouble?’

[jimhopperlova]

Jim hopper and reader work together at the station and it is a party then a officer start to sanche with she and jim hopper gets jealous and say enough is enough have to tell my feelings for her and make her only mine . Thank you

- Party Time [18+]

omg!! thank you so much for the request! my first ever, so i’m going to make this special.

18+ MDNI!!

Pairing(s): jealous!hopper + sassy!female reader

Summary: based on s1 hopper, the station hosts a christmas party. reader is all dressed up for the most festive time of the year, and hasn’t realized she’s getting all the attention. hop isn’t fond of the way callahan is ‘innocently’ flirting with reader, and desides to man up and finally tell reader his true feelings.

Warnings: large age gap (hop is 41, reader is 19), degradation (calls reader a slut), light slapping on the face, spanking, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), creampie.

once again thank you for this!!

it was the annual christmas party at the station. you had managed to find something sexy, to hopefully get those familiar eyes onto you. it has been way too long on crushing on someone, and if this didn’t work, you were simply giving up. you weren’t blunt, nor were you that honest. especially if he didn’t see you in that light.

you sighed, pulling over the skimpy santa claus outfit. it was simply a small red dress, the details hinting it was meant to be santa. you saw it at the local dollar store and immediately needed it for this party. you giggled to yourself once you put it on. it fit your curves perfectly and you knew this had to play in your favor. normally you didn’t wear things like these, but you would if it meant getting the guy you had your eyes set on ever since you started working at the station.

flo was getting old, and they were hiring for an assistant. thanks to your year experience of working as a server at the local diner, clearly they liked you. flo especially. she thought you were simply adorable, and ‘a great addition to the team’. hopefully this skimpy outfit didn’t teer her away from your adorable ways.

you placed the final touch onto your outfit, which was the santa hat. your hair also helped compliment the outfit, it sparking the desire you needed. now it was time to go and hopefully not get slut shamed.

30 minutes or so you were pulling into the station. you grabbed a 24 pack of sugar cookies on the way, you telling everyone you would bring something sweet to the party. you grabbed the package of cookies and strutted your way into the station, your black tall boots clacking against the pavement.

as soon as you entered the station, it seemed all eyes were on you. you swallowed past the thickness in your throat before dropping off the cookies to where the other desserts were.

“wow. ms. (y/l/n), i didn’t think you could ever dress like that,” flo laughed softly, before your cheeks emitted a deep blush. “i know who you are wearing that for, though.” flo spoke softly in your ear, your heart racing. so it really was that obvious? speaking of which, you couldn’t find the man anywhere near. he probably was in his office, hiding away like he always does.

momentarily, the party started. the music was blaring, and the decorations were set. you smiled at yourself at the ones you put up, before flo laughed softly. not only was it the station’s party, but a lot of people from hawkins decided to come along as well. ted and karen wheeler, benny even, some of the town folk just wanted an excuse to get out of the house.

you smiled at how much it was succeeding so far. meanwhile, you were dancing by yourself with a cup of coke in your hands, humming softly to the music. suddenly, callahan approached in your view. you looked back at the man who was blushing madly, the glasses not doing him any favors.

“wow, uh.. you look really.. nice tonight.” callahan stumbled on his words, a small laugh escaping your throat. you looked back at him with a bright smile, admiring how much he looked nervous to talk to you.

“a little different than what i wear, huh?” you responded back to callahan. he nodded and laughed loudly, almost too awkwardly. he realized he was laughing way too loud, and then he stopped. he looked down awkwardly, and all you could do was laugh back at him. callahan was always too nervous, or too awkward for you to have a straight faced conversation with him. bless his heart, though. he really did try.

“i guess you could say that,” callahan spoke, sipping on his own drink, looking you up and down. it was adorable, almost like a schoolboy crush. and then the song ‘faithfully’ by journey started to play, making callahan all that much more nervous. he looked down and with his free hand and rubbed the back of his neck, only before asking a question. “um.. would you mind dancing with me?” callahan then asked, you looking at him with a smile. you couldn’t say no. he was being really sweet.

“of course, phil. you don’t have to ask me twice,” you replied with a smile. callahan’s eyes lit up and he slowly placed his drink down on the table closest to the two of you, only before hsitantly placing his hands on your waist. he looked really nervous. it made you laugh softly. “i don’t bite.” you responded to the way he was hesitantly holding onto you. you then placed your own drink down and wrapped your arms around his neck. you looked at him, and he could only smile back at you.

little did you know, the grump finally emerged from his office. clad in still his uniform, he waltzed out and looked at all the townfolk. he nodded at them with a straight face and made his way to the coffee maker. he made himself yet another cup of coffee (the 10th one that day, probably), before peering around the station. he noticed you, and your arms around callahan. the officer was looking down at you, laughing at something you said. the chief did his best to ignore the way you flirting with callahan, and instead tried his best to focus on the coffee.

jim was one of those guys that did what he wanted to do. he was an alcoholic, a pill popper. fluttered with the responsibilites of being chief of police. no one called him jim, unless it was his friends. he liked the title, ‘chief’, especially when it rolled off your lips. you really did try to be as innocent as you could, but even jim knew that wasn’t the case. you flirted with him almost everyday, and of course jim would only respond with a nod in response. it was wrong to have any sort of feelings for you, so the thoughts that rummaged through his mind everyday about you were slammed in the back of his mind. that was until you decided to show up today in the sluttiest outfit you could have ever picked out.

“seriously, you look.. really good. i’m sure you have the eyes of every townfolk in here,” jim heard the voice of callahan say to you, the chief trying his best not to easedrop. but he couldn’t help it. it was you for god’s sake. “i mean.. even all the married men! ted is looking at you right now, trying to be happy with his wife.” you laughed at phil’s words, and you rolled your eyes. jim was practically sick to his stomach from the words being exchanged. one more thing, and he swore he was going to rip you out of callahan’s arms-

“you’re too cute, phil.” those were the words you spoke that caused jim to have a small little temper tantrum. jim then immediately stormed over and made his way over to the two of you, a small snicker escaping his throat.

“that’s it, (y/n). i need to see you in my office. right now.” jim spoke up, your eyes going wide at the words of the chief. he looked you up and down, and clearly aggrivated about something. you looked at him, too. he seemed stressed and tired, and maybe something in his mind had finally snapped about you. you finally got the chief’s attnetion.

“what- what did i even do, jim? i mean, uh.. chief.” you spoke back at jim who only rolled his eyes and made his way to his office. you looked back at callahan who sadly nodded at you, going back to his own drink. you let out a drastic sigh and slowly followed jim into his office. you walked in and he was sitting down on his desk, peering up at you with those angry hooded eyes he ever wore. but he was never this angry when he looked at you.

“shut the door,” jim spoke and you did what he asked before looking back at him. you swallowed past the lump in your throat, ready to get yelled at by your boss. “what made you think wearing that slutty outfit was okay?” jim asked you again, his arms crossed against his chest as he leaned back against the chair. you shook your head and laughed, looking back at him.

“there’s not a rule i can wear something sexy, is there?” you asked jim now, actually kind of upset. what gave him the right to tell you what you could wear? oh yea, he’s your boss. but you were right. there wasn’t a rule that said you couldn’t be a slut for christmas.

“there is. my station, my rules,” jim responded to your snappy response. he clearly wasn’t very happy to what he walked out to. “secondly, where the hell is your professionism? you’re flirting with your coworker. that is also not tolerated.” jim shook his head after he stated this, running his hand through his hair.

“i didn’t see that in the employee handbook,” you replied to jim about the rule your ever so loving chief demanded you. “secondly, i wasn’t flirting with callahan. he was flirting with me, and i thought it was adorable. so you can shove it, mr. chief of police.” you finally responded with rage, irritated about the sudden burst of rage coming from jim. it was unfair. he couldn’t tell you who you could or couldn’t flirt with. you were a young and attractive girl, able to flirt with whoever you wanted. especially when your crush that just scolded you wasn’t into you.

“where the fuck did i say you could backsass me?” jim finally spoke only before he stood up. he looked at you with one fell look, your eyes widening slowly. you still believe in everything you said, despite his small temper tantrum. but the way he towered over you, demanding you respect him, was turning you on. you couldn’t lie. this was your crush, and he could do anything he wanted to you and you would still think he was hot. maybe even hotter than before.

jim looked at you again. and this time, it was different. almost like he was trying desperately to not touch you. and that was exactly what he was doing. thoughts of the two of you being alone in his office. the way you wore that skimpy outfit. the way you looked innocent as ever, even with that stupid outfit. he didn’t realize until now, but he had it bad. bad for you, that was.

“well, jim, i don’t about you, but i’d like to get some more attention,” you spoke with a small smirk, hoping to rise more and more anger out of him. he seemed the type to bottle up his feelings until he snapped. especially when you just called him jim. that was a no no. “so enjoy your paperwork, i’m heading back.” you said one last time before you turned your back onto the chief, and jim at this point had enough. he was sick of hiding it. he wanted you for him, and him only.

jim had grabbed your arm before you got out of reach, turning you back to him. he then squeezed your cheeks together, bringing you closer to him. you looked up at him with wide eyes, and jim could only look back down at you with an angry cold stare.

“you’re not fucking going anywhere,” jim stated before he brought your lips to his, kissing you hard and rough. even though he was still behind his desk, he still was close enough to get to your lips in no time. your eyes widened at the sudden reaction. you did it. you had finally gotten the eyes you ever so wanted on you. and you alone. you finally relaxed into the kiss, you kissing him back just as rough. you needed him just as bad as he needed you. he then released the grip he had on you and made sure you looked at him in the eyes. “you want to be dressed like a slut? you get treated like one.” jim then smacked your face, it stinging pretty good but also felt good. it was weird. you flinched softly at the reaction of him slapping you.

jim had then managed to appear from behind his desk, his hand still cupped on your face. before you knew it, he was suddenly behind you, and bending you over his desk. he didn’t care about the god damn paperwork. he was going to punish you while making you his. his and his only.

jim had then managed to fold up your dress right past your ass, your cheeks on full display for him. you let out a surprised gasp at the sudden coldness.

“you really are a slut, aren’t you? no fucking panties. disgusting,” the chief spoke and you could only smirk at the response. jim then grabbed the back of your head and forced it down onto the desk, you struggling slightly. you weren’t expecting quite a reaction like this from him, but you didn’t mind. suddenly, you felt his hand on your bottom. the cold digits of his fingertips rubbing around the soft skin, before there was a ‘smack’. you flinched at the way it hurt, but it felt good. you felt yourself getting even more wet for your boss, and you enjoyed it. “count.” jim had then spoke, the way his voice carried with demand.

“o-one.” you whispered out, before there was another smack onto your bottom. “three!” you yelled out this time, much louder since that smack was much more painful than the last. this kept going until you reached the number 10. “t-ten!” you screamed out, and jim immediately cupped your mouth with his hand.

“shut your fucking mouth. wouldn’t want to get caught, now would we, slut?” jim asked with the same cold and angry stare he had wore before. suddenly, he made you get off the desk and force you onto your knees. “sluts get the ‘on your knees’ treatment. and if you’re good enough, you’ll get rewarded.” jim looked down at you are he unbuckled his uniform pants, letting them drop. he then let his boxers drop, looking down at you with his cock in his hand. he was average size, but it was quite thick. you swallowed past the lump in your throat at the sudden cock in your face.

suddenly, jim’s hips were now thrusting into your face, his cock deep inside your throat. you gagged slightly with the way it hit the back of your throat, your lips parting as wide as they can so he could fuck your face. you looked up at him as innocent as you possibly could. jim contonued to thrust into your mouth as fast as he could, his eyes darting down at you. you looked so fucking good, being so good for him. he couldn’t wait to make you his.

“f-fuck. you keep being good like this, i’m gonna cum way too fucking fast,” jim blurted out, and instantly stopped what he was doing. he looked down at you and held his cock deep inside your throat, watching as you gagged on him. he thrusted out of you, watching as your saliva was hanging off of his cock and off your delicious lips. he then made you stand up, your knees weak from how long you’ve been sitting on them. jim’s lips attacked yours, kissing you hard and passionate again. he then pulled away and made you bend over again. but this time, he was going to make you his. “you’re fucking mine. mine and only mine.”

jim then folded up your dress again, your ass on full display. he playfully rubbed your pussy, making you even more wet for the man above you. you moaned softly at the way his thick fingers played with your folds, a small chuckle escaping jim’s throat. that was probably the first time you heard such a laugh from the chief.

“you’re so desperate to get fucked, huh, slut? or are you that desperate to fuck your chief of police?” jim spoke lowly into your ear, your soft moans escaping your throat. clearly, it had always been him. you wanted nothing more than your chief to fill you up and make you his. you thrusted pathetically into his hand, needing more friction. jim then stopped and slapped your pussy, making you flinch from the way it felt. “nuh-uh. take my cock and i’ll see how good you are to cum.” jim spoke and finally, it came full circle. he spat onto his hand to create some lube and lifted his cock. he slowly thrusted into you, your walls grabbing his, making it a perfect and tight fit.

“oh, fuck- jim!” you moaned out. you then received an ass smack from jim, his tongue clicked against the roof of his tongue. clearly, that was not what he wanted to hear.

“what the fuck did you just call me?” jim hoarsely responded in your ear, grabbing your throat so your face could be closer to his. you flinched and he didn’t pull out or thrust into you. he just stopped everything he was doing alltogether.

“i-i mean~ chief. chief.” you responded back, and you felt his cock twitch inside you. bingo. he let out a relaxed sigh before keeping your face where it was, slowly thrusting up into you.

“that’s a good girl. taking my cock so good,” jim praised you, his thrusts going as slow as ever. for the first couple minutes, it felt good. it felt perfect. the man that you chased after for so long was finally keeping his eye on you, and now he wanted to make you his. before you knew it, he then started to get more excited. his thrusts turned slow and passionate to now faster. and then faster. and then it was at a rapid pace you felt like you were going to explode. “you’re mine. and i’m going to fucking make sure of it.” jim groaned in your ear. he was sweating all over, his palms digging into your ass as his face was rested into the crook of your neck. you felt your own orgasm piling into you, your pussy throbbing with a desire to release.

“ch-chief i’m gonna.. fuck, i’m gonna cum..” you moaned out, your palms gripped onto his desk. all that could be heard in the office was grunts and moans, and the squeakiness of the desk. skin slapping skin was also heard, and you don’t know if the people from the party could hear or not. and honestly you didn’t care. the reason you wore this stupid dress was for jim, and he finally noticed you. you weren’t going to stop because someone heard the two of you fucking.

“not yet, baby. fuck.. not yet. be a good girl and hold on for me.. for just.. one.. moment..” jim wanted the two of you to cum together, symbolizing that you really were going to be his. so you listened, and held off for as long as you could. after a few more minutes, jim was just now starting to realize he was about to cum. he wanted to cum inside you, but he couldn’t risk having a baby with you just yet. “fuck.. you on- you on the pill?” jim asked you, and you quickly nodded. you needed his seed deep inside you.

“yes- fucking.. yes, chief. please, please, cum inside me.. i need- i need you..” you moaned out, and jim was finally at ease. and instead, he didn’t want you calling him chief anymore.

“urgh-it’s jim. now fucking- be a good girl, and-and cum for me. cum on my fucking cock.” jim groaned in your ear, and just from that sentence alone, you came. you felt yourself tighten up and your whole body tensing up.

“fuck, fuck, jim- i-i’m cumming..” you moaned out, feeling the way you came on his cock. jim felt it too, and with that feeling, he felt himself release into you. his seed filled you up and his thrusts came to a slow, riding out both yours and his orgasms.

“holy.. shit..” jim whispered out after the two of you finally slowed down. his body plopped against yours out of exhaustion, and the two of you realized just how much you needed each other. jim was able to finally crawl off of you and pulled himself out you. his cum was spilling outside your pussy, and this he thought was the hottest thing ever. “i’m gonna.. clean you up and then.. you go back out there. with my cum rolling down your leg.” jim panted out before he pulled up his boxers and pants. he clasped the belt back on before finding some tissues on his desk. he then reached down and wiped off some of his cum that ended up rolling down your leg. you hummed softly at the way he cleaned your up, and the comment of his cum rolling down your leg at the party.

“thank.. you.” you whispered before slowly standing from the desk. you realized how weak your knees were just then, the feeling of you just wanting to go to bed was in the air. maybe you’ll just dip out. after all, you had gotten what you wanted.