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[lizmaximoff]

⁂ LIZMAXIMOFF GRAND FIC MASTERLIST ⁂

Though requests are currently closed, you can keep up-to-date with all of my written work through this tag or through my AO3 account. 

Included Characters: Jim Hopper (Stranger Things), Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

﴾  LOKI LAUFEYSON WORK ﴿

Aren’t We a Pair? [T] → After being transported in the midst of battle, you’re left to ponder on the nature of yours and Loki’s relationship. What happens once you’re reunited?

The Finest Asgardian Ale [E] → It’s Wanda Maximoff’s 30th Birthday party, and a little bit of Asgardian liquor leads to some secret confessions coming to light.

Fire and Ice [M] → After being stranded on Jotunheim, you and Loki decide to reveal your true forms to one another. (Jotun!Loki)   

Mischievous Mission [T] → In the heat of battle, Loki transports the both of you into a weird a spot.   

❦  JIM HOPPER WORK ❦

According to Plan [M] → Hopper decides to take you away to Chicago for Valentine’s Day weekend for a surprise.

Adorable [E] → Married life comes with a lot of up’s and down’s, but Hopper calling you “adorable” somehow manages to top the list of things that has managed to piss you off this month.

A Little Crush [E] → You can’t sleep, so you decide to join the Chief on the couch and watch some television. Seems innocent enough, right? 

Almost as Much as I Love You [E] → You and Hopper exchange “I love you”s for the first time.

A Supernova [E] → Joyce Byers never understood what it meant to be sexually fulfilled until Jim Hopper got his hands on her. (Joyce Byers x Jim Hopper)

Beast of Burden [M] → Suggestive songs and sexual tension between you and the rugged man across the bar leave a lot to be desired. [Two Parts | Complete]

Changes [E] → After spending your teen years having run-in’s with the chief of police, you return to town after re-starting your life.

Chasing Calliope [T] → Your best friend scores a date with Joyce Byers and you’re forced to make him over. Little did you know that you were what he wanted from the very beginning. [Series | Incomplete]

Cheesecake [M] → Much to Hopper’s chagrin, you manage to drag him to a baking class for Valentine’s Day. 

Color [E] → You can’t help but be distracted by Hopper despite how badly you want to focus on the canvas in front of you.

Counting Sheep [E] → You’ve always struggled with insomnia, but for some reason  counting sheep isn’t what you need to fall asleep tonight.

Courage [T] → After your boyfriend breaks up with you, your best friend redeems your crummy Valentine’s dinner with a shocking confession.

Craving [E] → You can’t stop thinking about a specific part of Hopper’s body all day long.

Don’t Flirt Like That [T] → After graduating from high school, you take a job at the local police station as an assistant for your best friend’s father. If only you didn’t have such a huge crush on him.

Headcanon Masterlist [K, T, M, & E] 

Horizontal [E] → Hopper can’t keep his hands off of you after picking you up from the airport, so you decide to bring him back to your parents’ house while they’re away at work.

I Dare You [E] → You give into a seemingly harmless and immature game of truth or dare with your closest friend.

Kiss the Chef [E] → After opening up your own bakery, you’re surprised to see your friend from high school, and former crush, walk through your doors. [Two Parts | Complete]

Lady in Red [E] → You and Hopper decide to go to a local jazz club for one of your date nights, and jazz isn’t the only thing that’s music to your ears.

Mistletoe [E] → There’s nothing like a little holiday cheer to spark the light between you and your boss. [Two Parts | Complete]

Not a Good Time [T] → You can’t wait for Hopper to get home to tell him some very important news, so you visit him at work.

Obligated [T] → You and your best friend spend a little quality time alone at the cabin while his daughter is at a sleepover.

On Santa’s Lap [E] → You volunteer to take on most of the responsibilities that come with hosting the Annual Hawkins Holiday Foundation Social, and one of those includes finding someone to fill the position of Santa Claus. Thankfully, your boyfriend fits the bill perfectly. [Chasing Calliope Verse]

Perfect to Me [E] → Hopper tries to convince you how sexy you are in his eyes.

Precious Little Chapel [T] → You wake up with a ring on your finger and your best friend is still snoring in his bed. What the hell happened last night?

Rein Me In [E] → Weeks of arguing in the office finally come to a head with some sort of resolution (and a revelation). 

Rebel, Rebel [E] → You’re the co-captain of the Tigerettes, in a relationship with the quarterback of the Tigers, and have your entire senior year ahead of you, but your feelings for your next-door neighbor and the resident bad boy may change things up a little bit. [teen!Hopper] [high school au] [Series | Complete]

Tethered [E] → Your years-long search for satisfaction finally comes to a startling close after meeting a handsome, blue-eyed stranger at the bar. [Two Parts | Complete]

The Definition of Sex [M] → Making out with Hopper is the definition of sex.

The Learning Curve [T] → Holly DelMonica applies to university with the hopes of reclaiming a college experience she denied herself of after high school. She never expected for things to get so complicated. [professor!Hopper] [series au] [Series | Incomplete & Abandoned]

Untamed [E] →  You have an incredibly intense dream about your best friend, but your poker face isn’t as good as you think it is. [teen!Hopper]

Walking on Eggshells [T] → You and Hopper have a really intense argument, leading you to reconsider the dynamics of your relationship.

Warm & Soft [T] → Hopper can’t seem to keep his hands to himself while you both watch a movie.

Word Vomit [T] → The last thing you want is for your boyfriend to see you sick tonight, but Hopper is more than man enough to handle whatever you throw his way.

Send me a message here if you would like to be tagged in any of my works; please let me know if you would like to be tagged in all future works or works for specific characters only. 

[lizmaximoff]

Why I Stopped Writing

For anyone that still follows this god forsaken blog (or has found me recently -thanks Daddy Hop), I wanted to give an explanation as to why I haven’t picked up writing in what has been I think a year now.

Plain and simple I started my career and my personal computer broke. I stopped having time for hobbies (which honestly fuck that everyone should make time for hobbies), and because I use my work laptop I never invested in replacing my personal one. And god knows I will not write erotica on a work computer.

In the past month, I have seen such an outpouring of love and new fans on here, AO3 and Wattpad and it’s honestly made me really want to get back into writing and gif making again.

I’ve found myself in terms of who I want to be in life but I miss having my outlets. And I miss being a nerd.

I’ll be looking into getting a new laptop soon, but I’m also saving up to move across the country sometime very soon. It’s a slow process.

My first orders of business is “Rebel Rebel (Remastered)” because I really hate how I wrote that and I think it could be better, continuing “Chasing Calliope” and drafting an elaborate Loki x Reader fic in a series of Avengers books.

Until then, thanks for the continued support and love.

-Liz/Robin/ChiefHarbour/LizMaximoff/EtcEtc

[lizmaximoff]

४ FIRE & ICE ~ LOKI x READER

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader                                                            Rating: M                                                                                         Warnings: Mild Heavy-Petting                                                            Summary: After being stranded on Jotunheim, you and Loki decide to reveal your true forms to one another. (Jotun!Loki)               

A/N: So, this is basically a spin-off for a multi-chapter fic that I have in the works! Consider it like a teaser trailer almost. I’m really excited about it, but I wanted to get this out there and see how you guys liked it so I can gauge what y’all think. Let me know if you would be interested in reading more about these two characters! 

“We’ll think of something,” he spoke earnestly, conviction in his eyes. “I promise.”

You fought the urge to swallow back tears of frustration, forcing yourself instead to huff in indignation and turn on your heels. You just wanted to be alone. Far away from here. Far away from him.

You had lost track of how long it had been since Loki had “caught” you. You’d managed to be on the run from the Time Variance Authority for an unknown number of years, but somehow this peon excuse for an Asgardian prince managed to find you.

In the beginning, you had been keen on killing him, eager to move on with your journey. It wasn’t until you discovered that the demigod’s powers rivaled that of your own that you realized that you could use him as a powerful ally instead. 

In the time that you had been teamed up together, you’d fought against trolls, dragons, elves, and even (to a surprised Loki) a seemingly harmless domestic cat which ended up being a Flerken. Though the days blended into weeks, you couldn’t exactly remember how long you had been fighting side-by-side or at which point you were finally able to trust one another.

All you knew now was that you were on the same team with one common enemy: the TVA.

And that’s why you were so frustrated now.

You had been so close to finding a promising lead, now stranded upon a frozen hellscape of a kingdom that Loki, in some other timeline, may have called home. Jotunheim was the only lead, and now you were both stuck on this ice wasteland, your only source of transportation having run out of fuel with no way to call your allies for help. 

You trudged over to a nearby cave, thanking the devil that the gamma radiation you had been exposed to as a child blessed you with fire abilities or else you feared you would freeze to death. Wrapping yourself in your scarlet cape, you settled down onto a slab of ice, willing yourself to calm down.

His arrogance is going to get us killed.

You knew that you needed to stop for fuel, but Loki insisted that you could make it to Jotunheim and back without replenishing your resources. Despite your gut instincts, you trusted him. You looked into those sincere and soft blue eyes and allowed him to make a call that could possibly end in tragedy for the both of you. 

You utterly submitted to a man who didn’t know the difference between a quinjet and a helicarrier.

And you knew why.

Since being on the run, you hadn’t allowed yourself the company of another person. During your time on earth, you’d enjoyed the presence of both men and women of equal passion and desire. You missed the touch of someone who excited you. Someone who challenged you. Someone who looked at you with unbridled lust and intensity. 

And Loki was almost beginning to wear you down with every tension-filled silence that fell between the two of you. 

But you both knew that what you were fighting towards meant more than what a simple sexual release could provide for you. You couldn’t let the growing fire in your loins get in the way of that.

You looked up at the black sky, sighing as your eyes traced the stars sprinkling the galaxy in your view. Jotunheim, with the exception of the icy death surrounding you, was quite beautiful. 

You felt your hands begin to glow with red fire in an attempt to keep you warm, your chest blossoming to a shade of pale pink to match the blush of your cheeks. You allowed yourself to close your eyes. To take a deep breath.

The day had never felt so long.

You heard the unmistakable sound of feet against the ground approach behind you slowly, prompting you to turn quickly with both of your hands raised in defense. You flinched as Loki surrendered, a smirk plastered on his face as he continued to walk towards you.

“I didn’t mean to startle you, little rose,” he smirked, joining you on the rock as you regained your composure, resting your hands back into your lap.

“You know that I’m always on alert,” you mumbled, side-eyeing him harshly, the blush on your cheeks deepening from something other than the fire coursing through your veins.

“My apologies,” he replied sweetly, his eyes glancing over the contours of your face before looking up at the stars. “I used to sneak out here in my youth, before the Attack on Jotunheim lead by my brother.”

You turned your head towards him in curiosity, your grievances with him already forgotten in the past as he continued: “There was something about the atmosphere here that I enjoyed quite a bit. I never got cold, which, for some strange reason, I never questioned.”

You giggled at that, making Loki smile at you sweetly. He raised his hand, contorting it and moving it as it shimmered a shade of deep blue. “I think that I knew deep down that I belonged here rather than Asgard. I just wasn’t sure why.”

You smiled softly at him, your heart tugging at his words. He had spoken many stories to you about his time on Asgard and the struggles he fought in his consciousness. You’d known about his heritage, but this was the first glimpse you had gotten of his true form.

You reached out lightly to brush against his blue skin, the both of you gasping at the sensation.

Fire and ice; a deadly combination.

“I’m so sorry,” you quickly whispered, retrieving your hand. “Did I hurt you?”

Loki looked back at you with wide eyes and parted lips, his irises fighting between the shades of blue and red, “I-yes. No. I mean no. You did not hurt me, little rose. You could never hurt me.”

A silence fell between the two of you as his features returned to normalcy, causing you to shudder in petulance.

“Could I...see you?” you asked meekly, your eyes searching the pale contours of his face. 

He looked up at you, his eyebrow dipping earnestly at your request. He opened his mouth to speak before promptly closing it, shaking his head: “You do not wish to see me like that.”

“What if I show myself?” you asked, your eyes searching his with genuine plea.

You removed your scarlet cape to reveal your bare shoulders and iron armor, “You and I are not so different, frost giant.”

The man grew in awe as he drank in your features with his eyes. You stood up and backed away, allowing your body to transform before him. Your hair grew red hot, your skin deepening from a pale pink shade to a light crimson. Your fingertips blazed with a fire orange energy as you opened your eyes, revealing glowing ember orbs hidden beneath long lashes.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his hands itching over the material of his pants. 

He gulped, his eyes boring into your own as the irises changed with ferocity. 

Red with passion.

It had been too long since someone looked at you like that.

“I want to see you,” you smiled, your deep red lips pulling sweetly as you sat beside him on the rock. “I won’t press further, though, if you’re not comfortable, Loki.”

Without another word, Loki closed his eyes, allowing his hands to fully touch the slab of ice he was sitting atop. His pigment shifted to a dark blue, patterns etching themselves upon his strong forearms and his cheekbones. His eyes opened once more, his irises a deep red.

“You’re beautiful,” you parroted, a large grin on your face as you fought the urge to brush his raven locks out of his face.

“We make quite the pair, wouldn’t you agree?” he laughed, making you toss your head back in glee.

“Quite the pair,” you nodded. “Fire and ice.”

You both looked at each other within a beat of silence, drinking in one another in your rarest forms.

You had allowed yourselves to be your most vulnerable with one another. It felt odd but nonetheless pleasant and warm.

“Little rose?” he asked, leaning his body forward as he looked down at your parted lips.

“Yes?” you whispered, willing him to close the gap between your mouths.

“When we touched hands,” he began, attempting to find the right words. “The feeling-”

“-I know,” you completed, your eyes staring down at his own lips.

“What if we touched our lips together, little one?” he whispered hoarsely, his face closing in and causing your breath to catch.

“What if we did?”

His hand slid up the nape of your neck, causing you to gasp sharply against him. It felt like you were melting all over your body, like you could transform into a puddle of goo at any moment. 

His nose brushed against yours, nuzzling against it as he smiled sweetly and tilted his head. His eyes searched yours one last time in hopes that he wouldn’t find any hesitation. 

There wasn’t any.

Sparks exploded.

His lips gently slid in between yours, causing the both of you to simultaneously whimper and moan into each other’s mouths. It felt like hot lava and winter snow all at once. Being burned with a brand and immediately being soothed by the gentle touch of a snowflake. 

You wanted more. 

You needed more.

You opened your mouth, sliding your tongue inside to brush against his own, causing the both of you to shudder. Every new step taken felt like a brand new sensation. 

Is this what Valhalla felt like?

His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pressing you up against his cool body. Your fingers zapped passionately as you threaded them through his hair, causing him to grunt in excitement.

Too much. 

Too fast.

“Loki,” you broke away from his lips, gasping and panting as the fire in your lower stomach began to blaze. 

“My love,” he growled, his lips pressing sloppily across your jaw until they began to suckle at the pulse point of your neck.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your neck, your being trying desperately to grab onto any shred of reality in order to slow down. 

“Loki, I-” you let out a pleasurable scream, the likes of which could be heard by any being still trying to find life present on Jotunheim, as Loki’s dexterous fingers and silver tongue trailed across the exposed skin of your breasts. 

“Your screams are like honey, little rose,” he whimpered, laying you down onto the sheet of ice before wrapping your thighs around his waist. 

He looked down into your eyes, a fire lit behind them, “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

You paused, allowing yourself a quick breath and a longer look at the man you knew had stolen your heart, “Loki?”

His breathing calmed as you reached your hand up, your palm resting against his cold cheek. He nuzzled against you, breathing heavily as your other hand began to brush his hair out of his face. 

He was so soft with you, so vulnerable.

“Loki?” you repeated more softly, making him glance at you with the softest eyes you’d ever seen. 

“Yes, love?” he replied, turning his head to kiss your palm, his hands beginning to rub up and down your sides.

The fuel crisis could wait.

“Make love to me.”

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[lizmaximoff]

४ MISCHIEVOUS MISSION ~ LOKI x READER

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader                                                             Rating: T                                                                                         Warnings: N/A                                                                                     Summary: In the heat of battle, Loki transports the both of you into a weird a spot. (Inspired by this prompt list from @screnwriter)               

A/N: Look who finally wrote more content! I’m super excited to be able to write for the Marvel fandom, specifically for my love, Loki. This is something really quick that I was able to get out to get my juices flowing for two other fics that I’m hoping will come a little easier to me. I hope you enjoy!

It had been exactly thirty days since you had met him, and each day it became harder to be in the same room as him.

It wasn’t that you hated Loki; it was just that you didn’t exactly care for the god’s arrogance, broodiness, sarcasm, handsomeness...okay, everything about him was driving you to the brink of pure insanity.

You had been training with the Avengers for the past year ever since Wanda had discovered you stranded on an island off the coast of Greece.

A mission within a mission, she had teased.

Your powers had drawn her to you, pleading for someone to help you. Ever since your rescue, you had been repaying her favor by fighting alongside the rest of her team of superheroes. A purpose which, before you had joined, you had deemed to simply be an excuse for Tony Stark to play iron god in the sky.

Wanda had become your closest confidant and mentor, training you daily on how to perfect your magical abilities. Though they weren’t nearly as strong as her own, you hoped to one day fight at her side and make the Scarlet Witch proud to have taken a chance on the lonely girl that she found on the crusted rock by the bay.

Your time at the compound had been picture-perfect until the God of Thunder returned to the base with his brother, Loki, after an extended mission in the cosmos. 

Once Loki had discovered that another sorceress was present in the compound, he made it his mischievous mission to mess you up in all ways possible, using his powers to manipulate you during training, out in the field, and even in the kitchen when you were trying to prepare dinner.

At first, you loathed the prince. Of course, you had known who he was: the crazed Asgardian god who played a failure of a pawn on behalf of the Mad Titan in New York all those years ago. You had even felt compassion for his manipulation, but, upon meeting him, his arrogance and dirty way of playing made you utterly exhausted and angered. The fact that he was positively beautiful did nothing to help your aggravation.

Then came that one fateful evening in the training den in which Wanda insisted that Loki push your buttons to see if you had any of his powers.

“It’s quite cute of you to think that a simple power blast could knock me down,” he smirked at you, the both of you walking in circles around one another on top of a black mat, your hands drawn as weapons at one another.

“It’s also quite cute of you to underestimate the power that grows within in me,” you snapped, shooting an electric current with your right hand.

The god chuckled darkly, using his green seidr to lasso the current and reflect it back onto you. You fell onto your back with a thump as Loki straddled your waist, his hand grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them above your head.

You looked up and gasped as his blue eyes pierced into your own, his raven locks framing his pale face in a way that made your heart skip a beat. Your chest heaved into the man’s face as you attempted to regain your breath.

With a lick of his lips, the man’s eyes glanced down at your breasts before looking back to your gaze. He narrowed his eyes, whispering huskily, “Rule of thumb, pet. Never lose sight of the enemy. Even if he’s as attractive as the one you’re currently up against.”

Your hatred for him disappeared after that day, the bile that once rose in your throat in anger quickly being replaced by the sensation of butterflies in your stomach upon seeing him.

Loki knew all too well the affect that he had on you. After the duel in the training den, his flirtations became more frequent and daring, as well as the need to brush past you or simply touch your skin.

It seemed that his new mischievous mission was to always paint redness in the form of a blush onto your cheeks.

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The 25th day of each month was always a very eventful day at the Avengers compound.

Once a month, Sam Wilson insisted that all of the assembled come together to practice in a simulated battle. Call it a simple bonding exercise or another excuse for more training under the Falcon’s wing, but you were grateful for how close it allowed you to become to each of the Avengers.

After each of the team captains pulled names out of a hat, you tried to remain visibly indifferent at the idea of being on the same team as Loki. 

He, however, had different plans.

“How incredibly exciting,” he drawled sarcastically, adjusting the leather fingerless gloves on his hands as he approached you from the side where you were adjusting your own training gear. “I must admit, I was really hoping for the chance to fight against you again, pet.”

You shivered as you felt his voice brush against your ear. You looked up at him with a quirked eyebrow, “And why would that be, Highness?”

“I quite enjoyed how our last battled ended,” he winked, leaving you with parted lips as you watched him retreat to the other end of the training den to his brother, the captain of the opposing team.

“Careful there,” came a sweet voice from behind you, causing you to jump and clutch at your chest. Wanda chuckled, resting her hand on your shoulder, “He’s nothing but trouble, that one.”

“I know,” you groaned, tying your hair into a ponytail as you looked at your mentor. “He’s a pain in the ass.”

“Is that why your cheeks are so red?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her armor.

You looked sideways before returning her glance with pleading eyes, “Don’t make me regret telling you anything.”

“Mum’s the word,” she whispered, winking at you before looking over at the god. “For the record, though, I do think he’s fond of you.”

“Oh, please just drop it, Wanda,” you whined, starting to walk to the exit of the den with your mentor at your hip. “I don’t want to be any more distracted than I already am.”

“Okay, okay,” she surrendered with a sweet smile. “Remember, just because we’re friends, that doesn’t mean I’m not going to kick your ass if given the chance.”

You smiled, instantly calming down before nudging her shoulder, “Bring it, Miss Scarlet.”

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The pseudo-battle started off strongly enough, many Avengers finding their targets quite easily. After an interesting struggle for power with Scott Lang and an army of ants, you found yourself in a deserted hallway within the compound searching for any sign of struggle.

After allowing yourself a quick breather as a reward for a tiny victor against a bug’s life, you jumped when you heard a monstrous roar coming from down the corridor.

Fucking Bruce.

Panic set in your veins, for you knew in your heart that Bruce was probably the hardest Avenger to defeat with the exception of Wanda. Slowly, you began to walk forward before standing still in confusion as Loki rounded a corner with panic in his eyes.

“Pet!” he yelled as he approached, quickly grabbing your waist with both hands before both of your bodies were engulfed with his seidr.

Your eyes remained shut tightly until you felt the wide open space surrounding you shift into something much tighter and discomforting. You slowly opened your eyes, gasping when you discovered how close Loki’s face was to your own. 

And with how dark the room you were in truly was.

“What in the hell-” you started, looking around in a panic before realizing in embarrassment that your hands were gripping Loki’s pecs tightly through his leather armor.

“The green giant,” he breathed harshly, trying to regain his breath as he shook his head. “He just doesn’t know when to quit.”

You swallowed thickly, the air growing thicker as you looked up at him under dark and thick lashes, “So you just...disappeared?”

“Illusion casting,” he replied, looking at you as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “He’s still fighting a version of myself, I just...Bruce and I have a complicated past.”

“Oh, trust me,” you giggled. “I’ve heard from Tony.”

Loki smiled, genuinely smiled, down at you, his bright blue eyes glowing in the darkness of the confines of the room as he watched you laugh at the memory of Tony telling the story one night. The god’s hands never released your waist.

“Um...” you started, tapping your fingers against his armor. “Where are we, Loki?”

“Some utility closet in the compound,” he reassured you, his thumbs moving up and down your hips. “We’re completely safe.”

“Well, I’m with you, so that’s debatable,” you whispered with a smirk, looking down at his chest.

“I can assure you that I would never harm you, pet,” he whispered back, leaning down so that his forehead pressed against your own. “Especially since we are on the same team.”

You snorted slightly, rolling your eyes as you slapped his chest playfully, “You’re incorrigible.”

“And you’re absolutely breathtaking,” he replied hoarsely, causing you to look up into his eyes with parted lips.

The room seemed to spin as one of his hands trailed up your side until it brushed past your jaw until it gripped your chin lightly, “You remind me of an innocent little doe with those wide, beautiful eyes.”

“I’m not innocent,” you replied daringly, licking your lower lip as you stared at his own lips, begging silently in your mind for him to close the distance between the two of you.

“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you,” he snarled, leaning down slowly, the both of your breaths becoming one as-

The utility door swung open quickly, revealing a prideful-looking Thor with a wide smile, “Brother!”

You both flew away from each other, knocking into various supplies in the act of being caught. As if he slowly began to put the puzzle pieces together of what he just interrupted, Thor’s eyes widened and he suddenly became very sheepish.

“Oh, my mistake. I’ll just-uh, leave you two here to uh-” and with that, the once prideful and mighty Thor closed the door quickly and left the two of you alone in awkward silence.

“Can your seidr get us off of this compound?

“Absolutely.”

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What about Hopper giving Joyce her first big orgasm, like the first with someone else

A Supernova

Jim Hopper x Joyce Byers

Rating: E (18+) for Explicit Sexual Content

Summary: Joyce Byers never really understood what it meant to be sexually fulfilled until Jim Hopper got his hands on her.

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A/N: Whoops my hand slipped and I wrote a drabble instead of a HC. My very first Jopper fic. Y’all should be proud. This is just PWP. Strictly lemon.

Lonnie was a lot of things, but a generous lover definitely wasn’t one of them. 

Joyce even found herself repulsed by the very idea of sex, despite her separation from her ex years ago. It was something she never understood; even the idea of self-pleasure seemed to be too tiring and disappointing. If she couldn’t get herself there, then who could? For Joyce, there was nothing better than drinking a glass of red wine, smoking a cigarette, and taking a long bubble bath in an empty and quiet house.

That was until Jim Hopper walked into frame.

They were always close friends, even in high school. And, of course, Joyce had always heard rumors about her friend’s numerous hookups and sexual expertise, even into the late years of their adulthood. But she hadn’t prepared herself for what that experience would actually be like.

It happened after a few weeks of sneaking around and making out in the back of Hopper’s police truck like teenagers. The kids were with the Wheeler family at their cabin in Indianapolis. Joyce had gotten off of work early, and Hopper had just finished patrolling the town square. 

It was the perfect night to try.

They fumbled into Joyce’s house, their hands roaming on one another until Joyce eventually led him to her bedroom, their lips only parting briefly for her to lock her front door. She laughed and blushed as he pushed her down onto the mattress, his hands rubbing calming circles over her hips.

“You’re too damn cute, you know that?” he asked, scrunching his nose as a smile pulled at his lips, the whiskers of his mustache twitching slightly.

Joyce smiled, brushing her bangs out of her eyes before biting her lip, “Aren’t you a charmer?”

The man smiled broadly, giddy with excitement as he began to press firm kisses down the woman’s slender neck. Her hands flew to thread through his hair, her legs wrapping snugly around his waist.

Something about being with Jim made her want to try to enjoy herself. The way he looked at her made her feel bashful in the best way possible. 

Their clothes were off in minutes, Hopper’s hand immediately nestling itself in between Joyce’s thighs, causing her to gasp in shock.

“You like that?” he murmured with a slick grin, licking his lips as two of his fingers rubbed over her bud in slow circles. 

Joyce’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, her thighs spreading wider for him as she arched her neck in a silent cry for more.

With a chuckle, Hopper kissed his way down her body, a free hand massaging one of her breasts as his face became eye level with the apex of her thighs.

“You know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he asked in wonder, his eyes soft as they glazed over her glistening folds.

“Do what?” she asked, somewhat confused as she looked down at him.

“Too damn cute,” he whispered to himself before leaning in to lick a stripe up Joyce’s slit.

The woman yelped, arching her back against the mattress as Hopper began to suckle on her clit, the sounds coming from his mouth obscene and driving her further to the brink.

“So wet,” he murmured against her, his tongue wagging up and down her folds before poking inside of her.

Joyce hadn’t known what this feeling was or what something like this would even do to her. Of course, she had seen things like this happen in pornographic movies, but no one had ever dared to do the sinful things that Hopper’s tongue was doing to her right now. It felt electric, like every limb was starting to grow a fuzzy feeling. It felt like she was on the brink of something spectacular, a supernova of sensations.

His mouth moved back to her clit, two of his fingers sliding into her with a small amount of resistance.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, popping off of her clit to look up at her. “You okay, doll?”

Joyce’s jaw dropped at the feeling of being filled up so slowly and so fully. Her hands grasped at her breasts as she nodded quickly, breathing a laugh into the air with a large smile.

Hopper could watch her smile like this forever.

Once his fingers were fully sheather, he began to motion up against her walls in an effort to find her sweet spot. His mouth returned to her clit, sucking and licking until Joyce turned into a complete mess, her moans tumbling off of her lips quicker than she ever experienced.

Only a few minutes had passed before she felt her abdomen begin to warm and tighten. She reached her hand down her body to grab Hopper’s free hand, squeezing and whimpering as she climbed higher and higher into heaven. 

“That’s it,” he growled against her, his vibrations shaking her to her core. “You gonna come?”

She nodded wordlessly, nearly sobbing at the feeling he was giving her.

“Come for me,” he whispered, sucking even harder, his fingers squelching through her folds deliciously as the pace quickened.

That’s when the chord within her snapped. 

Joyce had never known what it was like to truly come, but the only way she could describe it was like floating, suddenly being lifted off of the ground only to elevate peacefully in the air. Her tiny and quiet whimpers became loud moans, her cheeks staining with tears as she relished in the feeling of her body being overly stimulated by Hopper’s mouth.

She came down slowly, Hopper never letting up until she brushed the hair out of his face gently and whispered, “That’s it, baby.”

His face broke out into a grin before traversing up her body, nestling his hips between her thighs as he cupped her cheeks gently.

“That was...” she began, trailing off before blushing and shaking her head, completely giddy as she tried to form the right words.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he teased, kissing across her jaw. “I made Joyce Byers speechless.”

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