#hopper fluff

Sick Day

tags: Fluff & Comfort, fem reader

summary: It’s flu season in Hawkins and boyfriend Jim Hopper stays home to take care of you.

word count: 1.2k

Jim 'Chief' Hopper x female reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Characters: Jim "Chief' Hopper x female reader

Summary: While you're at a friend's party, Hopper steals you away to the woods for some fun

Warnings: unprotected outdoor sex, oral sex (m receiving), possible unplanned pregnancy, smut and fluff

A/N: reader and Hopper are in established relationship, she realizes she might be pregnant. Since it's Hopper, of course there's smut also

“Hop, you’re going,” you said, giving him your most exasperated expression. “Why? She’s your friend, not mine. And what adult has their birthday party at a park anyway?” he asked. “Seriously? What’s wrong with that? Will it kill you to spend some time outside in the sunshine with me? Besides, she’s not just a friend, she’s my best friend” you replied, trying to look sincere and innocent. You knew he would cave; he always did with you. “Damn it, you’re lucky you’re hot. I’ll go, but I’m not staying all day,” he capitulated. Hugging him tightly, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “That’s all I’m asking,” you smiled, leaving the room to get ready.  

It was still warm enough outside, so you put on your favorite sundress, the one with the colorful flowers and thin straps, the material loose and flowy. It happened to be Hop’s favorite dress of yours also. Pulling your hair back and glancing in the mirror one final time, you gathered the gifts and food you were carrying and loaded the car. When Hopper saw you, he whistled appreciatively. “Lookin’ good darlin’,” he told you with a wink, reaching a hand out to slap you on the ass. You squealed and smacked him on the arm playfully. “Get in the car, Chief,” you said with a smirk. 

It only took a few minutes to reach the park, and when you pulled up you could see that your friend had gone all out with the decorating. Balloon archways, brightly colored banners, and streamers were everywhere. You ran up to her, hugging her tightly. “I’m so glad you’re here!” she cried. “Would you mind helping me get the food ready?” she asked. “Of course not, lead the way,” you told her with a smile. You followed her to the pavilion and began helping her to get everything set up.

In the middle of scooping macaroni salad into a bowl, you looked up and realized she was staring at you. “What’s going on, are you okay?” she asked, brow raised. “What, where did that come from?” you replied, wondering if it was really that obvious. “Come on, how long have we been friends? I know something is up,” she said, concern etched across her face. You decided to tell her the truth. “I don’t know. I just don’t feel like myself lately. Something is off. I’m either tired or horny all the time.” She laughed. “I’m sure Hopper doesn’t mind that part. Have you talked to him about it?” she asked. “No, I was going to after the party. I have an appointment with the doctor next week to see what’s going on,” you said with a sigh. 

“I’m sure you’re fine,” she said with a wide smile, like she knew something you didn’t. Looking around for Hopper, you saw him talking to a man over by the edge of the woods. Always on duty you thought, making your way over to him. “Hey darlin’,” he said with a grin, sliding an arm around your waist and kissing you on the cheek. The man he had been talking to said his goodbyes and walked over to join everyone else, leaving the two of you alone.

“Want to take a walk in the woods?” he asked, eyebrow raised and a cocky smile on his face. You could already tell what he was thinking, and it sent your heart rate through the roof. “Okay,” you replied, this time smacking him on the ass. You followed him down the trail into the woods for a few minutes before he dragged you away from it, venturing deeper into the trees where people were less likely to go.

Pulling you up against him, he held you tightly and kissed you deeply. The feel of his large body relaxed you, and the stress started leaving your body. Backing you up against a tree trunk, he nuzzled your neck, his mustache tickling your sensitive skin. Moaning contentedly, you felt his hands roaming your body, settling on your breasts. He squeezed roughly and you pulled back, wincing. “What’s wrong?” he asked, immediately worried. “It’s nothing, my breasts are just really sore. Probably PMS or something,” you replied, but something stuck in the back of your mind. 

Wait a minute. Sore breasts, tired all the time. When was my last period you wondered to yourself. You couldn’t even remember, which told you that it had been a lot longer than it should have been. Oh. My. God. Am I pregnant? You tried not to let panic set in. It made so much sense. It explained the way you had felt the last few weeks. You weren’t trying for it to happen, but you and Hop weren’t exactly the most careful people when the heat of the moment hit. What will he say? No wonder your friend hadn’t been worried earlier; she must have suspected it. 

A million thoughts were swirling through your head, but then Hopper started kissing a slow trail down your neck and your mind blanked. You just focused on the feel of his body against yours, the smell of him, inhaling deeply. “I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he murmured as he pulled down the top of your dress to expose your aching breasts. He lavished his tongue over your pebbled nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure from deep inside of you. He sucked on them slowly, like he was afraid of breaking you. “Hop, please,” you gasped, already feeling the slick between your legs just from this small amount of attention. You arched your body toward him and could feel his arousal straining against his pants. Reaching out, you unfastened then pulled down his pants, his cock springing free, the tip already weeping. 

Your mouth watered at the sight of him. At that moment you wanted nothing more than to feel his rock-hard dick in your mouth, so that’s exactly what you did. You kneeled down carefully and licked him up one side and down the other, tracing every ridge and vein with your eager tongue. Placing your lips over his tip, you slowly took in more and more of him, until you had him completely inside your mouth, pushing against the back of your throat. Moving slowly, trying not to gag on his length, you were practically dripping just listening to the grunts and groans he was letting out. He told you all the time that you gave the best blow jobs, and you were trying to prove him right. 

“Damn, baby, I need to fuck you now ,” he practically whined, pulling himself from your mouth and helping you stand up. He turned you around to face the tree, pulling his shirt off and placing it between you and the bark so you wouldn’t get scratched up. He pulled your dress up around your waist and removed your underwear, shoving it in his pocket. 

Spreading you apart with his knee, he lined himself up with your entrance, and pushed inside of you slowly. “So wet, just for me,” he moaned as he bottomed out. He began thrusting at a pace that had you crying out in mere seconds. “I always love fucking your sweet, tight pussy,” he said, throwing his head back and giving in to his pleasure, fucking you with abandon. He reached around to rub small circles on your clit, making you see stars. You pushed back against him as hard as you could, making him go as deep as possible. The delicious drag of his dick through your walls paired with the feel of his fingers on you sent you flying over the edge. His movements became erratic, and he reached his own climax as you finished riding out your high. 

He slowly pulled out, then handed you your underwear back before you could start leaking down your thighs.  You straightened your dress while he pulled his pants back up. He looked at you sheepishly. “I probably should have pulled out, huh?” he said with a grin.

pairing: jim hopper x college!fem!reader

word count: 0.9k

warnings: age gap (reader in twenties), one little suggestive comment at the end

summary: you and hopper agreed not to act on your feelings for each other, but there was no way he was going to let you go on a date with some college kid when he was right there

a/n: part of my taylor swift song fic series <33

No warnings, just fluff. Domestic pre established relationship. Jim Hopper x female reader.

Sorry if the formatting is a little off, posting from my phone. Also I’ve never really written for Jim, so I hope you like it! Just over 800 words.

As the cabin comes into view, tendrils of smoke drifting from the chimney, you can feel some of the day's stresses start to fade. Albeit just a little.

It was one of those, any and every thing that could have gone wrong, did. No one person’s fault in particular, and somehow, having no one or nothing to blame it on made it worse. All you’d thought about all day was coming home and finally getting to relax and pretend that work didn’t exist for a little while.

Before even opening the front door, you could hear music, one of Jim’s favorite records was playing. At least not everyone was having a bad day. Opening the door you make sure to put a smile on your face, not that you had any chance of hiding your feelings. He wasn’t the police chief for nothing, and you didn’t really have the best poker face.

@chiefharbour asked:

For the Christmas prompts, could you do Smut # 1 & #9? I’m living for your writing!

Cold cuts

F7: Christmas gifts

S1: Secret Santa

S9: Dealer's choice (Surprise)

Pairing: Jim Hopper x female reader

Warnings: Age gap, language, dirty talk, Hopper being his sexy-ass self, SMUT

A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for all the sweet things you guys have said! I am overwhelmed with all the love and although this isn't strictly secret santa, I hope you like this one! Merry Christmas!

Word count: 3,156

You swayed your hips in beat with the smooth acoustic that pervaded the air of the small kitchen, as you wrapped your Christmas gift to Hopper.

Elvis crooning about being left alone on Christmas rang from his record player and with you alike, because it was 10 pm and your boyfriend wasn't home yet. You found it odd to call him your boyfriend--juvenile even, but maybe it was just the townsfolk rubbing off on you. They definitely were, considering you just said townsfolk.

As long as their opinion on age gaps in relationships didn't rub off on you, you didn't care.

Two years ago, you were just the new girl in town whose sole reason to pick Hawkins was to leave her bankruptcy behind as she paid off her student loans. A lot of help your marketing degree was doing you in a place where people called the ATM a banksy. You hated living there and missed the nice life but little did you know that meeting a certain policeman would make it all worth your while.

What followed after that fated and chaotic meet at the bank was petty banter and frustrated sighs, which took both of you a month to understand was pure sexual tension and once you'd fucked and got that out of the way, you had plenty of time for the romance.

Neither was of you was very fond of the chocolates and flowers bit, but were experts in the nude. Sure, there were plenty of gooey and touchy-feely memories along the way, and the amount of gentleness Hopper showed threw you at times. But at the same time, you loved how rough he was with you in bed. It was what you were both good at and you had no complaints. Except for the tardiness.

You sighed as you did the final knot and wrote his name on the card, vowing not to bring it up. You would not be one of those people who chastised their partner over the amount of time they spent doing their very crucial work. Provided it didn't extend beyond 11 pm. Your patience really started to wear thing close to the witching hour.

You headed to the tree and placed the small present by the trunk, grinning in anticipation. You couldn't wait to see his face when he opened it. Your heart beat in wait as you tightened the bow of your grey robe, and fidgeted with the ornaments to cut time.

You noticed that your present was the only occupant under the tree, and told yourself not to be disappointed if Hopper forgot to wrap his. Or get you a gift in the first place.

It was unlikely, but still a possibility. He was just so fizzled out lately, and you hoped it was only a bad streak.

You had just corrected the tilt of a rogue red bauble when the lock turned behind you and your boyfriend (--lover?) walked through the door, brushing the snow off his coat and boots.

“Hey, stranger,” you greeted him at the entrance, leant against the wall with your arms crossed. His face looked flushed like you'd just sat on it and rode it to your climax, and there was something to be said about his unruly hair.

“I know I'm late, baby. Some people, I swear to God . . .” he grumbled as he passed by you, leaving an ice cold kiss on your lips before he settled before the fireplace, warming himself up.

You watched him as he rubbed his hands together, and the way his arms flexed underneath that tight uniform shirt. It was the hottest thing you'd ever laid eyes on, and never failed to leave you wet and wanting.

“Dinner smells amazing,” he commented with a smirk, shooting you a look from under his thick eyebrows. They matched his beard, all rich and prickly, and you suspected one of the reasons he kept it was because of the noises you were making when he went down on you.

“Did you spend all day cooking for me, darlin'?”

You smirked at him with your arms crossed.

You couldn't cook to save your life. Which meant your significant other was calling Swanson's TV dinners his darling. Nevertheless, the endearment made your knees weak. And your panties damp.

“Oh you know how I can't resist my gastronomy when I'm waiting on my tardy hunk.”

“Gastronomy?” He frowned as he kicked off his boots.

“Word of the day,” you told him as you took a seat on the couch next to him. “I thought we could do presents first.”

“I'd rather do you first, but sure,” he shrugged, turning to face you as smiled. You shook your head and watched him with a face-splitting grin, expecting him to retrieve his present from under the tree. But he just sat there watching you quizzically, dumb as the doorknob that's been keeping you company on Hopperless nights.

You sighed and told him what he was supposed to do, but he simply twisted his face unwillingly. “I'm burned, sweetheart, could you get it for me, please?”

“It's two feet away, Hop.”

“I'm not as young as you are anymore.”

“Oh really? You weren't born with a receding hairline?” You snapped as you fetched him his present, but he man laughed, which nearly made his eyes close. You absolutely loved those laughs.

“Should have thought of that before you fell in love with an old man, kitten.”

“I'll remember that for next one,” you teased, making him laugh again as he took his present with a thank you.

Maybe it was your excitement rubbing off on him, but he suddenly seemed thrilled that he had a present with his name on it. You imagined he didn't get a lot of presents before you, when he lived in that Godforsaken trailer like a hibernating hermit. You'd flat out refused to move into that rectangle and that was when he had mentioned a cabin his grandfather had owned, and the two of you had made it your own.

“Let me guess, it's a sign up sheet to Smokers Anonymous?” He teased as he undid the ribbon, and you found your back straighten in anticipation.

“Don't be silly, that's for New year's.”

He let out an amused snort as he peeled off the paper and opened the small box, and his smile died immediately on seeing the content.

It was exactly what you'd expected. He frowned deeply at the piece of paper, with the words 'Pull Me' scribbled across in your handwriting. Hopper looked up at you for answers, but you simply got to your feet and made your way over to the record player, and changed discs. You figured after Elvis, Eartha Kitt would set the mood just right.

“I don't understand,” Hopper let you know as the disc crackled for a few seconds before the song started. You wordlessly made your way over and stood in front of him with a smile, hoping his gaze would land on the ribbon tied around your robe.

It did soon enough. They didn't make him the Chief for nothing. A smirk spread across his lips when he saw it, perfectly capturing the naughty but playful mood Eartha was lilting.

You saw his eyes darken as his hand tapped his thigh, signalling you to get on. You gulped down your heart in your throat and straddled him, kneeling on the couch on either side of his legs.

“Closer.” Hopper demanded, and you leaned forward until your waist was inches away from his face. He moved his hands out of his lap, and you hoped he would touch your bare legs, and slide them up to the apex. Your heart thud in anticipation, and nearly flatlined when he locked eyes with you and took the end of the ribbon into his mouth and held it firmly between his teeth. It took you a moment to understand you had to move back for the bow to come loose.

His eyes were on you throughout the delicious process, but only until your robe parted and revealed a glimpse of red lace.

Hopper's breath caught and he looked up at you to confirm his suspicions, and you smiled as to say yes. Before he could tear your robe away, you stood to your feet again, Eartha Kitt's silky voice giving you courage.

You lightly swayed in place to the beat, and slipped the robe off your shoulders bit by bit, until you were standing only in your lingerie: a red demi cup lace bra with matching panties and a garter belt.

Hopper's breath caught, and you witnessed first hand what it looked like for a person's jaw to hit the floor. Just to up the ante, you moved around in an impromptu dance with the music, giving him sexy rolls of your hips and a view of your back, and watched him grow restless in his seat.

His knuckles blanched from squeezing the edge of the couch, but a ghost of a smile still lingered on his lips. You watched the crotch of his pants shift from within and smirked, turning around to give him another look.

The song was approaching its end, and you could hear the couch springs shift. But you still yelped when his arms closed around your waist and pulled you back to straddle him as he attacked your lips.

The disc had screeched and absolute silence lingered for a beat, before Hopper slipped his tongue into your mouth and your body reacted. Loud.

His hands were frisky and urgent, just like the first time you had sex. You couldn't wait to get each other naked and take everything as quickly as possible. It didn't turn out to be quite as quick as you imagined, just like when you fantasized about him with your fingers in your underwear before you knew each other, fucking your brains out.

His calloused hands cupped your breasts and kneaded, and given the sheerness of the bra, it might as well not have been there at all. It wasn't in the next second, as his fingers unclasped the hook while his tongue still teased yours, danced with yours.

You pulled back for a breath of air, and he locked eyes with you as his hands ran over your erect nipples, pinching and twisting them until they matched the color of your lips.

“F-fuck . . .” You hissed, grinding your hips onto his bulge as his tongue teased your nubs, and you fisted your hands in his hair, goading him to swallow you whole.

Between his prickly beard and moans that vibrated through you and the friction of his pants against your clit, you could feel yourself close to your release, and started to pant in welcome.

But he clamped your hips down captive and bared his teeth against your nipple as he spoke.

“Not so fast, baby. I get to tease you too.”

“Hop, please,” you panted as your vision blurred. “I'm so close.”

He smiled wickedly.

You knew exactly what begging did to him.

“Then finish,” he breathed, before shifting you onto his left thigh. You also knew exactly how much he loved it when you rode his thigh.

“Yes, sir,” you grinned despite your aching need and started off slow, watching him as you rubbed your core against his thigh. You did it knowing it would make him cocky and let it go to his head, but you loved the dominant side of him. Especially in uniform.

Your moans escalated fast enough as you grinded against his thick cord of muscle, and Hopper helped you by flexing occasionally, hitting your clit in a rhythm. Your hand squeezed his shoulder as the other steadied yourself against the couch, and the zing birthed from your apex, and then exploded until it touched every nerve ending, and you collapsed in his lap into a moaning mess.

“That was nice,” you panted, moving your head that was on his shoulder so you could see his face, but only saw neck. Licking your lips, you kissed your way up his neck, and Hopper's answering groan was everything.

You nipped along his skin, determined to leave a bruise. Somewhere his collar couldn't hide it. Hopper said it made him look unprofessional, but you knew that secretly, he loved showing off to the entire town what you did to him. He certainly returned the favor.

Your fingers set to unbutton his shirt as you devoured his neck, the warm flesh yielding easily under your lips. Hopper was in his undershirt by the time you'd moved back to his lips, and his fingers lightly trailed down your bare back and ending behind your knees.

You yelped again when he threw your back to the couch and hovered above you, throwing his white tee over his head and onto the floor. You stared up at him with pure, unrestrained lust, and his eyes drank it all in. Every pant and heave of your naked chest spurred him to pace up undressing, and the way you licked your lips nearly sent him off the edge.

“Do you know how gorgeous you look right now?” He panted as he unbuckled his pants, kneeling between your legs.

“Yes,” you smirked, sitting up to help him get his pants off, but he pushed you back down, tutting as he pinned your arms by your sides. Your hips inadvertently met his, and you locked your legs around his waist, feeling him hard against your core.

“Tell me what you're thinking,” Hopper pleaded, kissing down your neck.

“I was thinking how nice it would be to watch you fuck me like this.”

“Yeah?” He gritted his teeth as he kicked off his pants completely, and his erection bounced free.

“Yeah,” you panted, lifting your hips as he slipped your panties off. “How nice it would be to watch your cock disappear inside me.”

Hopper groaned into your neck as he positioned himself at your entrance, and teased you by rubbing himself between your folds.

“What else?” He watched you roll your hips, wanting more.

“We'd finish and then have dinner.”

Hopper paused his teasing to glance up at you in confusion.

“And then I can hound you about not getting me a Christmas gift.”

He chuckled, kissing your nose. “Baby, I am the gift.”

Your back arched when he pushed inside all the way at once, and you could never get used to the feeling. Of how it made you feel full. Complete.

“Oh, God,” you moaned, fingers digging into his biceps as he moved.

“I did get you a gift, by the way--Godamnit, you feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” Your words were punctuated by his thrusts, slow but relentless. “What is it?”

“All good things to those who wait.” He whispered in your ear, before angling himself differently. “Hold on,” he instructed, and your hands immediately flew to the couch, gripping whatever they could. You knew what was coming.

Hopper got up to kneel and grabbed your hips, before starting a rhythm of deep, penetrating thrusts that made your teeth clatter. You held on to the arm rest as he moved, as he made your body feel incredible with only a few inches of his. Well, quite a few inches.

You smiled and bit your lip as Hopper's moans quickened, and you knew he was close. He reached his thumb down to your clit and rubbed, and you felt that zing ready to explode again. You sat up on your elbows and watched him disappear deep inside you, as his fingers helped you along to a climax that was even more spectacular than the last.

You fell back as stars formed in front of your eyes, and soon felt his release inside you, before Hopper's heavy, spent body collapsed on top of you.

You panted out your highs, wrapped in each other's arms like that. The only sounds were from the crackling fire, the heartbeat in your ears, and the breath of the man you loved above you. This was exactly how you saw your evening pan out.

After a while, when you'd circled your fingers in his damp hair, he asked, “Where'd you get the lingerie?”

You smiled. “Believe it or not, Flo helped me.”

He snapped his head up to look at you, face blanched.

“Not like helped me pick it out, jeez baby,” you chuckled, smoothing his hair back. “I meant she told me about a store in Carbondale.”

“That's two towns over,” he commented, nuzzling his head back into the crook of your neck.

“I know.”

“Looks like Flo helped both of us,” he said after a while, and freed his arm from underneath you.

“So you liked it?”

“Of course,” he smiled, hovering on his elbows above you. “You want me to get exercise one way or another, but I didn't mean this is what Flo helped with.”

You frowned, seeking out answers from his crystal blue eyes. Hopper sighed and stroked your face, leaving a feather like kiss on your lips.

“She pushed me--well, threatened is the word really, that if I didn't stop jerking around and give you this gift I've been carrying around for a year, she would burn my hat.”

“You've been carrying a new microwave around for a year?” You frowned.

“No. What? No.” Hopper shook his head. “Wait, you wanted a microwave?”

“Yeah? To cook dinner.” You said in a matter of fact voice, and he sighed with his eyes closed.

“I'm sorry to break it to you, princess, but I'm not spending that much money on a girlfriend.”

You stilled, and his playful smirk was the only thing that kept you from going off the rails. And then when he held out his gift to you, your heart did go off the rails.

“However, I would change my mind if it was for my wife,” he smiled, holding the small diamond ring between his fingers in the space between you. You could feel your jaw drop this time as tears came to your eyes, and your hand flew to your mouth.

You knew about his history. You knew he had had an unsuccessful marriage, and still, he was willing to try. For you.

“So, what do you say, kitten? Microwave or not?”

You chuckled through your tears, holding his face in your hands to kiss.

“I'm gonna reheat so many leftovers for you, baby.” You sniffled, and watched his lips form into a grateful smile. And it only grew as he slipped the ring onto your finger, shedding a few tears himself.

“Sorry I didn't have time to wrap it.”

You chuckled between kisses, stroking his hair lovingly. “You can make it up to me.”

“Newly engaged sex?” He grinned, eyes full of adoration.

“After dinner,” you promised, standing corrected.

The evening did not pan as you'd foreseen.

And you were grateful.

J.

context: stranger things au wherein charley is (secretly) dating hopper. she’s sick, so he’s having her stay with him & el at his cabin so he can look after her

i know it’s short but i had muse but also writers block akldjklasjdasl so here u go

prompt stolen from here! :)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: The reader is college aged, so about 19-26 years old :). I’m also going to try my best with making all my imagines gender neutral! I might accidentally forget in the future so, please don’t hesitate to remind me via inbox! Enjoy!

Pairing: Jim Hopper x Reader,  Robin x Reader

brief summary: You and Hopper are dating but after a conversation with Robin at work, you start to feel a bit insecure bc of the slight age gap in your relationship.

word count: 1,911 words requested: no, this one came to mind warnings: age gap, mention of abuse, mention of anxiety, mention of depression (drinking and smoking as a coping mechanism), but mainly fluff!