#jim hopper headcanons

[ddejavvu]

Cockwarming hopper while he works at his desk at the precinct 💀

this post is 18+, minors dni.

but but but but but consider: he works in a semi-public setting so people are gonna notice someone sitting on his lap all the time, so you sit under the desk and cockwarm him with your mouth

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Drool has long since begun to drip from your mouth, seeping out between your lips and staining the fabric of your jeans. Your eyes grow heavy as your tongue bobs against the underside of Jim's cock, suckling steadily on his sex.

You have to keep quiet only because there's someone on the other side of the desk, otherwise you'd be licking and sucking and choking on Jim's cock. He's not technically supposed to have you there, but you'd begged with shiny eyes to come in with him today, and as hard as he tries, he can't say no to you.

"You'll have to take territory disputes to court," Jim drawls, exasperation leaking into his tone. He's trying his hardest to stay polite, but the person he's talking to is just not getting it.

"But it's my fence, too. That's not something that a court has to decide, it's already decided 'cause it's in my fuckin' backyard!"

"Don't swear at me," Jim's voice turns sharp, and more drool pools under your tongue. There's something so arousing about his authority, even when it's not directed at you.

"I'm telling you that there's nothing the police can do. What, do you want us to repaint it for you? Arrest him for choosing the color blue?"

"I want you to do your job!" The man insists, and Jim's hips shift. HIs cock slips further into your mouth, nearly curving down your throat, and you can feel how tense the muscles in his thighs are. You know he's angry, you know he'll blow if you don't stop him, so you reach up, slipping your hand through the zipper of his uniform pants and cupping his balls.

You pull back to lick gently over the head of his cock, then suckle gently around it. With your hand you massage his balls, kneading and stroking the flesh amidst the patch of wiry brown hair there.

You feel him freeze up, gears turning in his brain with whether or not he wants to shout. Then he eases back into his seat, throwing a hand into his lap that doesn't look suspicious to the man he's speaking with.

"My job is to uphold the law." Jim speaks with a low, patient tone now, and he takes the hand in his lap and uses it to stroke his thumb over your cheekbone appreciatively. "Painting a fence is not illegal. If you'd like to take action against your neighbor, you need to convince a court that action is deserved. That is not my job."

"Useless." The man scoffs, and you hear the scrape of his chair against the floor, "You're a real community hero, Chief!"

You worry that Jim will get angry again. That his patience is already wearing thin, that it will snap in two. But he maintains those soothing motions against your cheek while the man stomps away, and as soon as the door to his office shuts, he's pushing his chair back to peer down at you.

"Thanks, sweetheart." He murmurs, a fond twinkle in his eye as your stomach flips at his praise, "Don't know what I'd do without you, y'know?"

[mynameis-noe-body]

A list of k*nks without explanation: Jim Hopper's Edition

Mature contents: keep reading

Size kink

You look so small compared to him. So delicate, and fragile. And you feel so tight for his big cock — he dominates you in every way possibile. Despite being so gentle, as he forces his lenght into you, his hands are still so big, his fingers so thick, his shoulder so wide and powerful, his sexy dad bod and his heavy mustache are just mmmh. He's all big and all man. And dear god, if it doesn't excite him.

Power Play & Dynamics

"I'm the Chief of Police, I can do whatever I want."

He's got the power, and you know it, and he knows it. You can read it in his eyes, as their bright blue get darker, and he's drunk on power. "Hands behind your back, and get down on your knees. Now, darling. I don't want to repeat myself, 's that clear enough?"

The things you'll let him do to you...

Praising & Degradation

Both, yes. He can be very vanilla, calling you his precious, lovely girl, praising you in every way, and the next time he'll call you a dirty slut knowing you'll love it just the same.

But god — when you are the one telling him he's so good. You have him in the palm of your hands. He'll hug you tight against his chest, silently begging you to say it again as he get deeper and slower inside of you, making the sweetest love to you.

Free Use

Stay still for him, and let him use you — your body, your mouth, your butt, your nipples — whenever he wants, how does that sound?

Outdoor Intercourse

That's a little wild. But he is a little wild, isn't he? He's a savage beast, deep down. And he secretly likes this wild, savage part of himself. He wants to chase you into the woods, bend you down on your hands and knees and fuck you like an animal would.

[odetodilfs]

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[moonbcrry]

Jim jopper as the readers boyfriend, give us your hopper bf head canons. Sfw and nsfw is fine, this would be soo cute thanks!! X

my first time writing headcanons so this is kinda shitty but i hope you like it <3

cw: fem!reader, age gap, below the cut mentions of; d/s relationship, praise kink, oral sex (fem!receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex, degradation kink, name-calling(slut), lmk if i missed anything!

he definitely wouldn't make the first move cus this man has struggled a lot and yknow all those "im the curse" moods he's been in.

you'd be bringing coffee to his office in the mornings, excusing the department was on your way, or taking eggos for el cus jim is so busy with keeping the town safe and you want to help them with the least you could do <3

Jim would deny his feelings for you for as long as he could do and try to avoid you but it's not that possible when you keep popping at his door at the unexpected moments.

though when you finally start your relationship, with your endless efforts of course, he's all over you.

always keeping an arm around your waist, on your shoulders or just casually twirling his hand between your hair.

and we can't deny that he'd be a little possessive about you. like even for the smallest things. like you didn't wear your raincoat on a rainy day? congratulations, you won a grumbling, pouty hopper about how you could get sick at this weather while he puts his jacket over your shoulders.

would he be jealous when others stare at you two? yes, but he also would like that a lot. tightening his grip on your waist as you walked, placing a kiss on your shoulder, hiding his smirk behind that.

but if someone bothers you at a bar for example? that person is dead.

his favourite thing to do with you in the evenings is snuggling on his couch and watching some cheap-ass movies you rented.

his other favourite things are under the cut and NSFW, so no minors.

there's not a single time you could see the end of the movie, either you or hopper gets bored of the movie and you end up making out on the couch.

he lifts you by the waist and you're straddling his hips, hands clawing on his shirt covered broad chest as his tongue lap at your mouth. and you're already panting from arousal, hips jerking against his.

he'd chuckle against your mouth, noticing your growing neediness for him and you're hiding your face on his neck.

he flips you over so you're under him, continuing his attacks on your neck as he pampers you with praises.

when you're in his bedroom this man worships you.

he has you laid back in his bed, spreading your legs with his tight grip on the fats of your thighs as he eats you out like a starved man. when he's done with you, you'll probably have beard burn insides of your thighs

but he's a gentleman, he wouldn't fuck you before preparing you properly. you have to be ready to take him and enjoy every second with him.

have i said praise kink? yeah he fucking loves coddling you with praises as his cock buried deep inside you and your face flushing with his every word as if you weren't doing all the nasty shit with him.

though when he's frustrated or angry he'd be very degrading too. like - ughhh

he has your head flushed against the pillows, ass in the air, cock buried deep inside your pussy as you cry in overstimulation (again im saying this man loves overstimulation) and his calloused fingers digs at the flesh of your ass, "like that, huh? you like when treat you like the whore you are - nuh uh uh, don't shake your head darling. i can feel you squeezing me like vice, creaming on my cock. my little slut."

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[witchthewriter]

𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warning: talks of blood/bleeding, because periods, mention of drugs, and ugh sometimes nsfw but not in a sexual way ... just in a ... honest way? like if someone peered over your shoulder and read this they would b kinda confused I guess, idk

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SFW🌿

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤

・Doesn’t know a lot about periods, but doesn’t have a single problem picking up tampons/pads for you

・messages you while he’s at the store:

“what size r u” “how many packs? will one do? wait how long do u bleed 4?”

・if someone gives him a weird look he smirks and says “what? you don’t help your girlfriend? prick.”

・Sorts out dinner every night and makes sure you aren’t doing the cleaning around the house

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞

・”I don’t think I can get you any chocolate, but I will not stop until I find it”

・Asks Raven what he should do, and she replies: “just ask her? talk to her?” 

・He’s embarrassed, not because he’s disgusted or anything. But because he doesn’t know what to do or how to handle the situation

・Trades some of his things for treats 

・When he brought everything back, you cried because it was such a lovely gesture. And he panicked because he thought he did something wrong 

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

・Gets ALL the snacks

・Chocolate, lollies, chips, your favourite soda or coffee/tea 

・ “I hate that you’re in so much pain” 

・Offers you drugs if your cramps get really bad 

・Constantly trying to hug you 

・ “Lay down I’m going to massage you”

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞

・He’s not so efficient that he tracks your period, but he does notice when your mood and demeanour changes

・Without being asked, he’ll go to the store and pick up your favourite things

・Endless hot-water bottles 

・Gives you his most comfiest jumper, or his favourite blanket 

・Doesn’t like that you’re experiencing so much discomfort 

・Always puts extra pillows around you 

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

・There’s a drawer in your place that has a collection of period-related things. Found during runs, Daryl has found pads, tampons, and unopened old lady sweets (it’s the best he could find, and those things last for years)

・the first interaction with your period, Daryl was so awkward. He had no idea what to do, or the right thing to say. He couldn’t run out and grab you some chocolate from the store 

・Lets you vent and rant, to get all the aggression out 

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐞

・Makes sure you have enough rags; tears up some of his clothes if you’re running low 

・Will wash them and hang them up to dry so you don’t have to do it 

・Does the chores so you don’t have to move as much

・But he does all this silently, because he doesn’t want to talk to you during this time ... he’s a lil scared of you tbh 

𝐉𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

・Is absolutely comfortable with periods. He was married before, so this isn’t his first rodeo

・Made the mistake of arguing with you while you were at the height of your ... blood-letting? bleeding time? It was the peak when the blood felt like it was gushing out of you, you had a headache and the cramps were excruciating

・Now he shuts the f up and agrees with everything you have to say, or someones he just nods and smiles 

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫

・He grew up surrounded by women, so he’s washed blood from rags and gotten herbs to help with the pain

・Even before your period, Arthur had already gotten a collection of items that would help you

・He didn’t want you to have to get them yourself, and since he’s King, he knew he might not have the time to get it himself 

・So the best thing was for you to always have those items stocked 

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠

・Epitome of perfect 

・ “My love, are you hungry? Thirsty? I’m sure I can find some sweets-” 

・Will rub your stomach and leave his hand there (because a. it’s big and b. it’s warm)

・Nothing disgusts him so he doesn’t cringe or feel gross about your period

・The first time you bled on the sheets, he told you it was okay, have a bath / or clean up, and relax. He had changed the sheets and made the bed. 

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢

・ ”At least you’re not pregnant?”

             “aT lEaSt yOu’Re NoT - I think I might kill you, Loki.” 

・Brings you hot water bottles and enchants your cup so it never empties 

・Tries not to ask you too many questions because he knows how irritable it makes you 

・He uses his magic a lot more during these times of the month, either by trying to ease your pain, to distract and/or entertain you 

𝐀𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

・You think he’s oblivious but he’s just trying to keep the peace  

・The first time he asked if it was your time of the month... was the last time he did so. 

・Makes you endless cups of tea 

・Helps you get dressed/undressed 

・Unties your shoes and takes them off at the end of the day. He’ll sit on the couch with you, moving your legs so that your feet are on his lap. He’ll rub your feet until you tell him to stop

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝

・Gets cranky at how expensive tampons and pads are because “ye didn’t choose to bleed, did ye”

・Imagine a big bad bikie walking into the grocery store to pick up some pads

・He does it without thinking twice 

・And grabs a few treats for you as a surprise 

・Is extra sensitive with you during this time 

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

・”I’m on my period”

         “Yes, I know, I’ve been tracking them”

・Thinks he knows what goes on during a women’s monthly, but when you tell him, he doesn’t fully believe you 

・Speaks to you in High Valyrian, for some reason it calms you down

・Brushes your hair and makes an extra hot bath for you 

・Asks you questions about what it feels like, what is the pain most similar to etc. 

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

chief jim hopper's kinklist (top 5) ✨

i'm liking these lists, so i've elected to explore hop's kinks. ur welcome

oral (receiving)~

as a soft!dom i'd say that hopper's definitely into this. i've said it before (in this post here!), and i'll say it again; hop loves getting his dick sucked. not even sucked like blowjob sucked, but straight up slobbered all over for an hour-long session kind of sucked. he's happy to eat you out, but not nearly as much as seeing your pretty face nestled up against his throbbing cock, smearing his precum all over your cheeks and pink lips for him.

it's hot, and he's perfectly happy to let you know with the soft, hearty groans, 'fffuck..'s and 'hnnnghs' he lets out for both your and his pleasure. something about feeling that wet, sticky heat of your mouth tightly suckling on his swollen head, all the while feeling your warm tongue licking languidly at his cock + seeing your glazed over doe-eyes and spit-covered face just makes him get all hard and leaky for you, ngl.

somnophilia/sleep play~

this form of foreplay can often extend to other aspects of your sex lives too - once consent is all figured out, he's more than happy to wake you up with some groping, squeezing and hot open-mouthed kisses to your jaw and exposed neck. nuzzled together, spooning in bed is his favorite. despite loving to let you suck him off, it's only because he lets you. he's still a soft dom, so having the power to awaken his partner, and immediately get them all wet and warm from his ministrations is def a big kink of his.

likewise, he's not against the occasional morning cock-sucking session; opening his eyes, casting his now lusty gaze down to you, softly and sensually deepthroating his thickened length, only taking breaks to slurp and kiss his shaft and balls isn't likely something he's going to reject. esp after a hard day's work at the station, maybe he gets back for a 'quick' nap, only to wake up to spurting his warm load all over your awaiting tongue i mean- ofc he'd like that

experimentation~

perhaps more left-field here, but i see hopper as pretty open to things in the bedroom. the only rule is that it's relaxed, honest and relatively simple (i def think he's a bit of a lazy papa bear in bed). for example, he's happy to experiment with bondage: seeing you tied up against the bedposts, legs forcibly spread, pussy open and aching for his reddened cock is a more than welcome fantasy; but this is via some fuzzy handcuffs (or straight up the ones he keeps on his belt, reminding him on the job of just who he's going home to), not an elaborate set of knots and loops, or something resembling spiderman's webs more than you tied up and ready for a good, long, lusty fuck.

really, i think anything you bring up he'll give a try; as long as it has a 'here's one i made earlier' kind of energy. want to smear maple syrup all over your tits, and have him lick it off? sure, but if you don't have that syrup with you on-hand, he's putting the prospect in his save-for-later-spankbank and might buy some next time he's in the grocery store. he's not one for prepping in advance, but if you have what you want, he's happy to watch you struggle and squirm into place, and then get pleasuring you bc he's soft!dom material through and through.

24/7 play~

he's def the stereotype of wide but shallow net i think. he's game for anything, but not to the point of keeping you locked up in a cage all day, or leading you on a leash (etc). that said, he's happy to continue whatever it is you're both currently into all day long. doesn't matter where he is. as we've seen, he's often unbothered about how he comes across, and does exactly what he wants, when he wants. this applies to you, too.

if you have a choker you love to wear, a vibrator you love to walk around with inside you, an extra tight pair of panties that rub just right, or an affinity for calling him a special name, he's perfectly happy to let it fly anywhere. the store? he's turning the vibrator up to 6 to watch u squirm. the station? he's getting up close behind you and pulling those panties extra high, just to make you squeal. in the kitchen? he's looping an index finger around your collar, and pulling u in for an extra sloppy kiss. his soft!dom logic is that when his baby's happy, he's happy. aww what a papa bear slut

sensual foreplay/body worship~

linking heavily to his need for domming, but in with daddy energy, he's a lover of sensual foreplay. this is less rose petals, candles or fancy dates, and more lubed up oily erotic massages (on him esp), leaving a trail of hot wet hickeys along your ass and thighs, or wantonly, unabashedly groping and squeezing whatever body part he can reach of yours. he esp loves to do so when you bend over to reach the tv remote on the coffee table; right in front of him your pretty soft thighs and pussy are so close, so ofc he's running his fingers across ur clothed opening, or giving some playful spanks to the swells of ur ass, i mean-

for him it's the same deal. he's a himbo, even if he lacks the self-awareness to know, he knows he likes it when you eyefuck him, or check him out extra obviously when he's fixing a car or screwing a light bulb for u. similarly, a very easy way to get him worked up is to make a comment abt his weight; if he's looking extra insulated and you grope his tummy or thighs, he's gonne feel extra hot ngl. likewise, when he's back from work, heaving a big sigh and unbuttoning his just a little too-tight work shirt, nothing gets him harder than seeing your lip caught between your teeth, looking him up and down, and rubbing your pussy to the view of him standing right there, tbh.

mmmm i liked this one and season two hopper was extra special ngl

[schlattsdoll]

jim hopper nsfw headcanons

gif not mine minors dni

absolutely likes being called “daddy” and “sir”

this man has definitely used his handcuffs on you

may or may not have fucked in the back of his pickup like a couple of teenagers

he’s definitely a dominant, loves using his power over you

leaves marks all over you to claim what’s his

pull his hair. just trust me. it’ll drive him wild

has a weak spot on his neck, kissing it will make him want to jump your bones

definitely likes quickies in his office when possible

[elhopper1sm]

Jopper x GN! Reader

Content warning: Large age gap (early twenties reader),mentions of food , eating, and substance usage. Reader has parental trauma.

Sleeping was always a hassle. Hopper managed to get enough money to get a large enough second bed to hold the three of you comfortably

Joyce was a major insomniac. Trying to get her to sleep at night was awful. She'd wake up in a cold sweat and be terrified. She didn't like disturbing anyone. So she'd usually stay in the bathroom or living room reading or playing crossword puzzles to keep herself occupied and not disturb anyone

Hopper always had a beer before sleeping. You could hear him snore as you slept on his chest drifting asleep slowly as you listened to the sound of your heart beat

Hopper always needed a large breakfast before work. You didn't know how to cook very well so you'd ask Joyce for help and she'd reassure you when you were feeling needy or insecure about not knowing what to do. She only had coffee for breakfast but you constantly told her she needed to eat more.

"I'm fine. I just need the coffee for work" She'd constantly but you'd get worried

Putting your clothes to dry in a separate room so they don't smell like cigarette smoke. It was an insecurity of yours

Hating being yelled at. Absolutely terrified you. Hopper was slightly more insensitive about it. But he got more aware as time went on.

Joyce was more mindful of your fear of having someone older yell at you. She'd hand you a stuffed animal and then let you rock yourself back and forth without thinking it was weird

They drank quite a bit. You spent a considerable amount of money on alcohol. You all tried to be mindful of how much you drank. But it was a serious problem for Joyce and Hopper

Reading with Joyce. It was the best feeling in the world. She was so sweet and she'd stroke your hair as she held you in her arms

Watching TV with Hopper was nice he'd tell the weirdest jokes and complain about everything humanly possible.

Fixing cars with Hopper and doing home repairs. He taught you everything he knows about home repairs and Joyce always made you bring a first aid kit in case you got injured

They both absolutely need to greet you before and after work and get frustrated when you don't.

Learning how to make special protein waffles for El so she can get as many nutrients as she can from her diet of Eggos and milk.

Will absolutely adore you. Mostly because you're not intimidating and demanding. You don't act like you have complete authority over him.

Jonathan takes forever to warms up to you but after a while. Seeing how absolutely smitten with you he warms up to and he being around his age really makes him like you more you understand hes a teenager and he needs spce you don't pressure anything out of him.

Finding out El has superpowers freaks the fuck out of you. But also scares you because what it means for her the constant worry she might be taken advantage of. You keep a shotgun on you at all times that Hopper taught you how to use

Hopper taking you to the shooting range is one hell of an experience. He has you keep a handgun on you at all times

Joyce and you team up with El and Will to convince which basically means beg Hopper to let the family get a cat. You both succeed

Turning down Joyce's puppy dog eyes is basically impossible.

[bowieandqueen11]

Being Part Of The Byers Family Would Include...

Request: Hiiiiii I love your writing so much! May I please request a fluffy byers reader who si the youngest and just some sibling headcanons and parents (Joyce, Hopper, Jonathan, Will and Eleven) My brothers are getting deployed and im really going to miss them so i was in great need for some fluffy siblings

This is such a sweet idea @macaronimoose, I really hope this can bring you some sort of comfort, and if you ever need a friend to talk to I’m always here <3

(I do not own Stranger Things or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @clumsycapitolunicorn.)

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You’re such an integral part of the Byers family!! I mean, its the Byers right?? They all love and care for each other so much; being in this family feels like walking through the front door and immediately being wrapped up in a warm, fuzzy blanket straight out from the dryer. It’s incredible, and heartfelt, and so full of true kindness and understanding and hope. Every single person in this family just feels like a piece of home, and so when you’re with anyone one of them you’ll never be too far away from where you belong. 

As soon as your school bags are dumped at the front door and shoes kicked off, you usually end up collapsed down onto Will’s bed for a well deserved after school nap. You wake up with blurred vision to see Will standing in the corner, biting the corner of his lip in concentration as one of his sable brushes dabs at his easel. Ever since he learnt that Mike was due to visit for the Spring Break, he’s spent most of his afternoons painting some mysterious painting he won’t let anyone else see in his room, listening to the mixtape Jonathan made him in Hawkins all those years ago. As you yawn and stretch, you manage to stumble up and grab his wrist, dragging him away from his concentrated work with only a slight eye roll and grumble before the two of you end up having a massive dance party.

Jonathan likes to cook you breakfast each day; the early morning sunrise watch has become an integral part of both your days. Since he likes to wake up a little earlier anyway, mainly because after everything that’s happened to his family over the last couple of years, he appreciates the company of his younger sibling during this quiet solitude. It’s so peaceful and haven-like in comparison to the wild hurricane that is Hawkins: he gets up around 5:30 a.m. to make pancakes, and that’s where you find him when you wander into the kitchen bleary eyed a little while later. With a smile, he gathers up the two plates in his arms while you handle the glasses of orange juice, and the two of you climb out to sit on the porch for a while before school. Between chews, he enthusiastically fills you in on all the drama that’s been going on behind the scenes of the photography department at school, looking more content than he ever has against the flaxen threads of the sun’s clambering reach. He makes sure to always give you an extra tight, bone crushing, lifting you off the ground kind of hug before the two of you go back in to pack your bags and wake your siblings up for the day: just to let you know that he’s always there to talk as your big brother, and that love will never change or disappear.

Jane’s favourite thing to do when the two of you are off school for the weekend (and Will has managed to sneakily call Lucas and convince him to invite Mike round to his) is to have a ‘sleepover’ extravaganza! Just two days chock to the brim of Will banging on your shared wall to keep the noise down as you blare ‘Madonna’ and ‘Blondie’ tapes; you ignore him, choosing instead to wipe off the shadow from Jane’s furrowed face and try out the next eye colour in the palette. The amount of time Jim has come swinging the door open to try and call the two of you (for the hundredth times, he adds with an amused huff) to the dinner table, only to find the two of you splayed over her bed with comics over your eyes and heavy groaning. It doesn’t take him long to put two and two together: the empty candy packets littered around the rug and the way you’re gripping your stomachs still isn’t enough to stop the two of you sharing a chocolate whipped cream ice cream sundae after dinner though, even if your dad is shaking his head at the two of you every time you scoop your spoons.

Movie nights are always the best at the Byers’ house, especially with Joyce as your mother! It’s always an event: Will and Jane spend half the time arguing about which movie to watch, before they eventually play rock paper scissors to agree on one and clamber down next to each other on the sofa. Jonathan invites Argyle round, and the two of them squash up to share an armchair together; they’re already comfortably settled by the time the decision’s made, Argyle explaining his new theory on the concept of alien life between mouthfuls of shoved popcorn, and Jonathan’s nearly asleep as he nods along from time to time. Jim and Joyce are happily reclining back on the other settee, and as soon as you come running in before Will switches the television set on, Joyce is beaming at you and thumping the cushion next to her: the spot she always leaves reserved for you. The night always ends with you falling asleep curled into Joyce’s side, and bless her heart she’ll just stroke her hand down the side of your cheek and not move a muscle until Jim comes to pick you up and carry you back to bed.

Hopper, one spring, decided that you and Will needed to upgrade your little 'Castle Byers’ hideout in the wood; he decided it would be a much safer option to build you a treehouse by the desert cassia trees in the backyard. You and your brother spend so much time playing D&D up in your little bubble away from the rest of the world, managing to even convince Joyce to get a couple of bean bags and a new easel to put up there too. Plus, it’s always makes you laugh when Will sticks his head out the trapdoor like a meerkat and rolls up the ladder anytime Jonathan’s sent out to try and bring the two of you back in at night.

Speaking of hugs - Jonathan may give the nicest ones at the start of the day, but boy does Hop gives the greatest hugs ever. He always makes sure he’s back home on time now: no more staying late at the police station, he now realises his family is where his greatest priorities, and greatest joy lies. As soon as you’re in the front door and have sagged your backpack down the ground with a thump, Jim’s waiting there with a huge grin and open arms for you to run into his chest. With your face smushed up against his t-shirt, and his strong arms wrapping you up in cherishment, all the stress of the day just melts away as you sag against your dad.

Just - when you’re sitting round at the dinner table, the laughter and mirth and conversation whipping about and flowing easily between all of you - everything manages to feel alright again.

[ninebluehearts]

I know for a fact that Jim Hopper is good at eating pussy. My source? Trust me bro ✋

[ddejavvu]

Plain Old Man - Jim Hopper x Reader

Summary: Jim can't figure out why you love him. After all, isn't he just a plain old man?

Contents/Warnings: hop's self-conscious :(, consensual + legal age gap, fem!reader

requested: hopper x younger really feminine reader. he think she’s the cutest thing ever and that she’s too good for him so he’s kind of upset, but she figures it out and sits on his lap and kissing all over his body </333 // slightly deviated from, but i hope you still enjoy it!

WC: 1.47K / navi

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You love Fridays, because when Jim swings by the pizza place for your dinner, he stops into the boutique next door, and always brings you something. Last week it was a pair of dangly earrings, shimmery and green in the shapes of fairy wings. The week before that it was a silver necklace with a pearl charm, to match a set of earrings he'd gotten before that.

You're buzzing with excitement as you hear his car pull up outside, and you bypass the hand he's balancing the pizza on to wrap your arms around his waist. They interlock behind him and you squeeze, wishing you could latch yourself onto him forever and hang off of him like a sloth.

"Hop!"

"Hey, sweetheart." You feel a kiss placed on the crown of your head, his mustache prickling the skin there, "Let's get inside, okay? Pizza's gonna get cold."

Your nose is, too, so you let him nudge you back inside before it starts to ache.

"I baked us muffins," You inform him, taking the box from his hands and watching him toe off his muddy work shoes by the door, "They're blueberry, but I added that topping over them that you liked last time on the banana ones. It's a little sticky, and kinda clumpy, but it tastes the same!"

He nods through your ramble, eyes lighting up at not only the prospect of muffins but of the special crumble you lay over top. He ushers you into the kitchen, but when you reach for the lid of the pizza box he sets a hand on your waist.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he pats the breast pocket of his jacket, and you visibly brighten.

"Oh! Oh," You gush, reaching eagerly for the bag that he hands you, crinkly plastic and purple-tinted, "Thank you, honey."

Your nails pry at the tissue paper that's wrapping whatever present you've gotten, and when you rip the tape away it reveals two barrettes, one pink and one blue. they're beaded, shimmery under the light, and they'll look adorable tucked into your hair.

"Hop," You gush, surging forwards to face-plant into his chest, "I love them! I can use them to twist my hair back like I've been doing lately."

"I know," He nods, leaning forwards to bump his nose into your own, his eyes crinkled at the corners with a smile, "That's why I bought them. I know the pins haven't been holding it."

You'd stolen two worn-out, dented bobby pins from Jim's nightstand, that you're fairly certain he'd used to pick locks with. It concerned you, but he hasn't asked for them back, so you're sure his lock-picking days are behind him.

"Put 'em in!" You urge him, unclipping the barrettes from the card they're on and dumping them into his large, rough hand, "You know how to do it, right?"

"I know how to pull your hair back," He scoffs, sticking one clip between his teeth so that his words muffle as he uses his hands to twist a chunk of your hair away from your face. He pulls it back and secures it with the clip, a snap letting you know it won't fall out.

"Perfect," He praises you (though you think it might be aimed at himself), and pops a kiss to the metal clip.

Your smile is infectious as he uses the other clip on the opposite side of your head, thick fingers twisting your delicate hair carefully. When it's pinned he kisses that side, too, and backs away to look at you head-on.

He smiles, but it's strange. It doesn't fade, per se, but the look in his eyes shifts, and your gut churns with nerves when they seem to be sad.

"Hop?" You tilt your head, watching him try and fail to focus on you instead of whatever's happening in his head, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," He nods, pressing a mediocre kiss to your cheek as he rushes for the pizza box behind you, "Yeah, sweetheart. You look real pretty. Let's eat, okay?"

He plates his pizza in silence, so you do too. But it's strange, because he always complains about the cheese not being gooey when he pulls slices apart, and there's not a peep out of him today. Just a downcast glance that tracks his feet all the way to the couch. He typically spreads out, eager to relax after a day of work, but he sits proper, plate on his lap and eyes on the tv.

You reach down to flick it on when you pass, and you sit closer to his side than you normally would. You feel his thigh tense up against your own, and you frown, glancing over at him.

"Jim," You croon, setting your hand cautiously against his thigh, "Are you okay? The truth this time, please."

"Yeah, honey, I.. I don't know." He shakes his head slightly, blinking rapidly and sighing, "It's fine, really. I like your clips, sweetheart, they look good."

He goes to take another bite of pizza, but you pull it out of his hands just before he can. It means that his teeth clack together instead of meeting the bread, and he looks bewilderedly at you, hand still outstretched.

"Hey," He frowns, "That's my pizza."

"I know it's your pizza," You plop it back onto the plate, setting it on the coffee table and taking its place in his lap, "It'll still be your pizza when you tell me what's bothering you."

He sighs again, and this time you feel it where your hands are braced on his belly. You smooth your hands over it, tracing your thumbs from the dip of his navel out to his sides.

"Tell me, Jim," You plead, "I'm worried about you."

He looks at you for a moment, head-on, eye to eye and face to face, and breaks. He murmurs a gruff 'fuck,' under his breath, head drooping down so that his chin meets his chest.

"Jim," You whine, tucking your fingers under his chin and lifting it so that he can't avoid your eyes, "Just tell me, honey. I need to know."

"You are.." He pauses, cupping your cheek and smiling sadly at you, "Gorgeous. You know that?"

"You tell me all the time," You promise him, shimmying your hips slightly to press your tummy further into his, "What's that got to do with anything?"

"I think you're too gorgeous for me. And sweet, and nice, and perfect. I'm a plain old man," He gestures to himself, his beige uniform and scruffy stubble, "That's it."

"You're not a plain old man," You chide him, pinching at the pudge of his belly, "You're the man I love. You know that, don't you? That I love you."

"I'd like to think so," His smile stays sad, "I just can't think of a reason you would."

"Well because- because you're.. you! Jim," Your brows furrow and you lean closer, nose-to-nose, "I love you because of who you are. Not because of any one specific reason, the reason is just you. I love you, Jim Hopper."

His hand cups the back of your neck and pushes you forwards. It's not a kiss, but your lips meet, as do your foreheads as your noses smush together.

"You're too good to me," He murmurs, his voice slightly raspy.

"No," You protest, pecking his lower lip in a sweet smooch, "I could never be too good to you. 'Cause you deserve the best."

"You are cheesy today," He chuckles, but you know it's not an insult as much as it is an observation, "Did those muffins have extra sugar in them? Something's got you all sweet."

"It's you," You grin, knocking your nose into his once more and digging your hands into the soft chub of his belly, "I'm glad you're home. I missed you all day, I wanted to call you a bunch but I didn't wanna bother you."

"You wouldn't bother me," He promises, smoothing a hand down your back, "But it's probably not good to hold up the line at the police station."

"Yeah," You hum sadly, and lean down to tuck your face over his shoulder in a much-needed hug, "It's better when El's here. She keeps me company."

"Speaking of," He glances at the clock, patting your back gently, "We need to go get her soon. Max's mom said she can't stay another night, she's got chores to do."

"Finish your pizza," You clamber off of his lap and rush for your own plate, "Because before she comes back, you're going to make me happy scream."

"Oh, yeah?" He laughs as you settle yourself back against him on the couch, attention finally turned to the television, "We should brush our teeth first, then. I'm not kissing pizza breath."

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[mynameis-noe-body]

Okay so — time for Stranger Things' Headcanon: dad Jim Hopper edition.

James "Jim" Hopper was born around 1941/42, follow me on this. He went to school with Joyce, same year, right? And we know they are around 40 in Season 1 — it's 1981/82.

Let's say he left for Vietnam right out of high school, he's barely 18, just a boy. But he spends five of the worst years of his life fighting in a foreign country, breathing shit and stuff. He's 22 when he comes back — 1964.

Joyce gets married the same year, to Lonnie. They are definitely not going to be happy, and Jim knows that. They have been friends, good friends years before. So, he's not really surprised to find about his old friend unhappy marriage. They spend and awful lot of time talking about that, but there's nothing she can do, come on — she's a young woman, just married and even though she fights her husband every day she still believes there's something that may be saved. That's when she gets pregnant with Jonathan — 1966.

Jim is 24, he just started into Hawkins Police and damn, the uniform dresses him good. Chicks look at him, and he likes that, he can't deny. At the same time, things for Joyce keep getting harder.

Things go slowly and difficult, and even boring sometimes. Nothing really ever happens in Hawkins. And people talk — better saving the appreance, right?

It's 1967 when, one summer night, Joyce is exhausted. Lonnie hasn't come back yet, and she knows she won't see him before Monday night, that's just how her weekends usually go. She's lonely, and tired, Jonathan is finally sleeping and she need a break. Jim calls to check on her, just to say hi or something. She invites him over. "God, I need a beer and a cig, Jim. You don't know how tired I am."

He comes later, six cold beers and a pack of cigarettes. (Maybe even some weed, for old time sake.)

They drink, and smoke. And laugh. And smoke, and drink. They don't know exactly how it happens, but it happens. They wake up still half naked on the couch next morning and they swear it was just one night, and they'll forget about it. He leaves, and life goes on.

Lonnie comes back home, Jim meets his wife some time later. And when he gets married, they live on the other side of Hawkins for some time, before New York. It's not a big city, and somehow the two of them just slowly becomes... strangers. Up to the point she doesn't even know...

And surely he cannot imagine Joyce's pregnant.

She keeps telling herself the baby's Lonnie's. It cannot be another way around. In 1968, she has a girl.

Jim is 38 when he comes back to Hawkins — it's 1980. He hates to watch the happy family; he knows Joyce isn't happy at all, but that girl. Sarah would have been 9 and Joyce's girl is just a little older, a 12 years old spitfire. Funny little thing, she is. And she hates her father to the guts. Everytime she can, she leaves the house, running into the woods. Her older brother tries to keep her but it's just — she's wild. A little rebel.

When Jim finds her the first time, running all alone in the street, crying an ocean, he immediately recognizes her. Jim takes her to the Benny's Burger, gets her a hot dog and fries, and a coke. She keeps talking, and talking, and talking — about her family, school and all the things no one in her family seem to care about ("Lonnie's fighting with Johnny, and mom's fighting with Lonnie and no one ever see me. This is good, can you buy me more sometime?")

He feel in love that night. He didn't get to be a father to Sarah... but she desperately needs one. So he talks to Joyce and keeps telling her it's alright. "Listen, that's a mess, I can see that. But I'm glad to help. If your daughter needs a safe place... just, you know where to find me."

And she does find him. The girl spends half of her nights at Jim's, mostly when her father comes home drunk enough to take it out on her, too. Jonathan is tough — he really doesn't want to deal with an old Chief, nor to be saved from his own father. But she's just a child.

Jim buys a VHS player. And a second toothbrush. She is small enough to take the couch. He can't cook to save his life, but finds out he's willing to learn — she can't eat pizza every fucking night, for god's sake. He helps her with math homework. Teachers are used to him coming to pick her up at school.

She calls him dad at school, speaking to her classmates. They know her as the Chief's daughter. Joyce doesn't mind explaing, she's done with keeping the appearance. "Jim is my dearest friend" she says, buying grocieres at the store, her youngest running around the shop, showing her the last pack of coloring pencils he wants for his next birthday. "He's always been there for my girl, and she just loves him like a daughter would."

He calls her peach. She's fine with it. And she should be at that age where kids get embarrassed by their own parents, but she jump out of his Hawkins Police pick-up with such pride before entering school — he couldn't be happier about that.

He lectures her about that danger of drugs, and alcohol and boys at the beginning of her first high school year. Now she's embarrassed. "I'd rather talk with mom about that, if you don't mind..." he nods, silently. "But thanks anyway, I love you too, dad."

It's the first time she said that. Jim doesn't get any sleep that night. He hadn't realize just how much he cared about her — it wasn't a matter of blood anymore, she was his daughter. Not Sarah, not a sort of surrogate for his own loss — his kid. She was her own person and he loved her.

He teaches her to drive. But she definetly improves with Jonathan, he can't be really patient about it.

She loves her brothers, really — they are just different. Like, there is something, somewhere... she can't wrap her head around it, but it's there. They are family just not the same family, perhaps. There is Joyce in her eyes, and in her smiles, but nothing of Lonnie. Even though she can see his nose on Jonathan's face, and his lips on Will's. The way he used to walk, bouncing around just like Johnny does. And the way he used to hums rock music, sometimes — just like Will's habits. She does not. None of this. She's quiet, and loves old movies, and checkered shirts, and coffee. No coffee in the Byers house, but tons of it in Jim's trailer.

And it all comes around when she gets a fever. Appendicites. Joyce and Jonathan rushes her to the hospital, they call him from the public phone. "Peach's getting operated right now — please, can you come?"

He's never left the Police station faster. And the doctors say they need blood — "Type 0 is rare. We don't have any bags available at the moment, but she needs a transfusion to recover as quickly as possible" the doctor explains.

Thank god Jim's there because the next day, when she opens her eyes, she asks about him too. He's slept in the hospital room, Joyce says, in case she woke up. But then, the doctor delivers the complete blood tests. They made sure about blood type compatibility and everything else, even though it was predictable — after all, she is his daughter.

And that's where all the knots come home to roost. Jim turns pale. He and Joyce exchange an eloquent look. He swallows. "My daughter — sure, but you mean that I... that we..."

Everything goes back to that 1967 summer night, to those beers, a joint shared on the sofa. Life couldn't get any stranger, right?

[odetodilfs]

Jim Hopper fics

Purple: Headcanons Green: SFW Red: Dominant Hopper Blue: Submissive Hopper Orange: None of the above

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND I NO LONGER WRITE FOR HIM!!

Dating Jim Hopper headcanons

Jim Hopper x male reader married headcanons

Cuffed

Blowjobs and tiddies

Tear

Fight

Got caught

Under the mistletoe

Tease Office fuck Picture At the station Gotta make this quick Disobeying orders Dessert

Favorite Teacher Just how you are

After so many months Third to the mix In Return Hopper's husband Meant to be Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Hopper's first Time with another man

Nightmare (gender neutral reader) It's okay to cry, Jim (gender neutral reader) 10 reasons

[vilentia]

One Shot

Finding Love at the Diner

[witchthewriter]

◌ 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐉𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 ◌

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

SFW:

> What a goddamn gentleman he is. I mean he definitely has rough patches when it comes to romance. But overall, he treats you like you deserve.

> You guys bonded over shared types of humour. At the start of your relationship, you were the only person who would laugh at his jokes in a group setting. Which did boost his ego, so that’s how he noticed you.

> you love his vibrant shirts, and are the one to encourage him to buy more:     Hopper and yourself stood in the middle of the aisle, you clutched a pink button-up. “How about this one?”   “Okay now I know you’re joking-” Hopper looked at you incredulously.

> Many homecooked meals; from both sides. A homemade meal is one of the things that send Hopper into a blissful state.

> He gives the warmest hugs you’ve ever experienced

> Wearing his shirts, and him not even wondering where they are. He knows they would’ve been taken by either you or El

> On the topic of El - they’re a package deal. If you didn’t get along with El, then the relationship just wouldn’t progress further

> I do think you & El would bond over topics like self-esteem, body-image, bullies etc,. you would be another adult that she trusted to talk to

> Hopper actually loves getting you pieces of jewellry, and believe it or not, he does have good taste

> Movie date NIGHTS, and then when El gets to know you better, they become family movie nights. Which Hopper loves because he has his two favourite people safe in his arms

> His love language is quality time and physical touch... yes he does like gift giving but only to you and El ... and he usually only gets the same/similar items because he’s too scared of getting the wrong thing

> Loves picking you up while kissing

> God ... god he’s like the MOST protective,, I know he let El fight but she has the powers for it. But like ... he was still a worried anxious man -- so he would DIE if anything happened to you. or go and reek the most vengance.

NSFW! 🔞 get outta here minors, go read an age-appropriate book (luv u)

> okie dokie I’m gonna come right out and say it- he’s a dom for sure, like a daddy dom. but in a somewhat experienced way, where you know you’ll be taken care of.

> the dynamic would most likely be you’re a brat but on the rare occasion, he does like to be dominated.

> handcuffs... car sex... oh god imagine this being one of the times he lets you be dominant...    You handcuff him and put him in the back of the car (of course it’s while he’s off duty but the illegality of it is kinda hot) Strip him of all his clothes and put on his sheriff’s outfit

> loves to eat you out, but also LOVES head... choking, spitting in your mouth and letting it slide down your chin.

> trying shower sex but it ends in laughter/disaster because he’s just so tall that the water is hitting him but you’re getting nothing.     He noticed the goosebumps on your skin and growled in your ear, “C’mon kid let’s go to bed.”

> he growls a lot actually. dirty talk, but i think you would have to initiate and voice that it’s something that you really like

> adventurous but not overly, as he does have a big reputation and is the literal hero of hawkins

[cuethediscoandthedrinks]

1hr+ oral on chief jim hopper headcanons ✨

this is obviously nsfw, and i'm gross, so be warned :)

🧡so you wanna suck his dick for over an hour? he's down ofc, 100%

🧡likely his fave thing to do after work, when he's been out all day doing tedious cop!shit, all he wants is to go back home and feel your pretty lips wrapped around his thick cock

🧡and, ofc, you're more than willing to oblige, yk

🧡you've always been more partial to sucking him off than having his mouth on you, and tbh, you both wouldn't have it any other way

🧡something about having a throbbing, swollen dick in your mouth, on your tongue and leaking that sticky precum just makes your pussy flutter,

🧡like, what others feel when giving their partner a massage, legit getting on your knees and slowly, sensually and passionately giving head gives you that same feeling.

🧡as soon as he's come back from work, taken a quick shower and seated himself on the couch, you're right on him

🧡likely sat towards the end of the couch, this is only position 1 of the 2-4 you'll be playing around with as time goes by

🧡ofc, suckling on him for over an hour means edging him for over an hour too, bc you don't want him cumming before you get your hops!worth, yk

🧡he's fine with it, although as time passes likely'll start putting his hand atop your head, thrusting up into your mouth, and letting out little grunts and moans that hitch in his voice just right, after licking that esp sensitive line all the way up his cock

🧡lots of lazy, sloppy slurping too ofc; any excess saliva is going directly back onto that dick, so a lot of slow deepthroating, sucking up that spit, and then dribbling it right onto his pulsating cockhead is the tried and true method here;

🧡adding some light cockslaps to ur cheeks and mouth are a big turn on for him too tbh; rubbing his sticky, pulsing tip all over your pink lips and flushed face ?? he's into it

🧡he's also a bit fan of humming and moaning on his dick too, bc those vibrations really just get him further riled up tbh; so usually ur not just getting your hands and mouth busy with his swollen length,

🧡but also with ur wet, sticky pussy lips rubbing up and down a pillow you've nestled right in between ur thighs; gyrating your hips in circular motions, arching ur back just right to give him that pretty picture that he'll commit to memory to jerk off to later, ofc

🧡alternating hand movements are a big deal here too, bc if you want to edge him but also keep him entertained for a long while, you'll likely need the full roster

🧡that means kitten licks to his now pretty-pink head, slurping extra loudly and lewdly whilst doing your best to make eye contact despite the soft gagging and gargling of his hard, sticky dick deep in your throat, giving your best doe-eyed expression bc u know how much he loves it

🧡some salt+pepper hand movements too, or maybe gentle suckling of his balls while you use one hand to softly jerk his base, and the other his engorged tip, feeling the dribble of his sweetness dripping right out of the head

🧡lots of "such a good girl"s, "my pretty baby"s, "you take me so, so well, sweetheart"s, and good ole' "fuck"s, "shit"s and "jesus christ"s,

🧡likewise, loud, long groans and moans are almost always a treat to hear, and bound to happen. bc after months of dating and months of practice, you're only getting better

🧡and there's no end in sight ofc, other than his sticky, hot cum spurting out of his throbbing length, usually onto your hands, but if ur feeling generous you'll suckle his tip into your mouth, finishing with some pretty cockslaps onto ur lips just to please him the pretty baby

i feel like a hop!whore for writing this, but i needed to get it out. hope you enjoyed fellow smusters, i'll see you in hell! <3

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