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A young Hopper and Joyce.

Chapter 1 Mermaid!Octavius x Reader

The rest of the story can be found on my Wattpad account Engraved in the stars. @Strawberrypockey. It would mean a lot if people read my stuff, I usually do this for my enjoyment, but it’d make me feel better knowing others like me, approve of my stuff. Some feedback wouldn’t hurt either. Okay i’ll shut up, read now :/

"Hey fish face! Want some more sardines? Haha!" My face continued to be stuffed with slimy sardines as the giant hands from the crispy henchman held me against the filthy brick wall in the dark ally. I tried to scream as tears rolled down my scarred face but I was just met with more fish slime "Aww, what's wrong? Trout got your tongue? Hahaha!" Dirk dropped the tin can as he heard the cop siren around the corner "Shit! the pigs! Hurry lets go!".

As they held me up a few inches in the air, I was quickly dropped on my ass and almost immediately started coughing up the putrid fish "Y/n? again? How much trouble are you gonna get in?" I look up to see my uncle in his ridiculous sheriff uniform and his neatly groomed porn star mustache.

"Trouble? Really? I Just had fish shoved down my throat! And your gonna say it was my fault!?" he helped me up and dusted me off "You know that's not what I meant. You really gotta step up to them, I know you can kick some ass but why do you refuse?" I push past him and open the passenger cop door "Because I refuse to be like your brother!" and slammed the door behind me.

When he gets in he locks the door and looks at me "I mean it Y/n. You need to start whooping their asses. They're not gonna leave you alone until you do, no matter how much you think they deserve mercy, assholes will always be assholes" I take a sip of his pop "but that doesn't mean they deserve to be hurt! They could have something going on at home, so they take it out on others. It's not their fault".

As we grew closer to the light house he continues "you do realize Dirk has a perfect life right? His dad is the governor of our town and his mother owns every makeup store and business on the south side. He's a spoiled little punk ass, they don't even abuse him. He's living a life of fucking luxury!" The car came to a stop, but the doors still didn't unlock "I mean it Y/n".

He gently grabs my arm and looks at me "please be nice to your dad, he tries hard to make you happy, even though we aren't the richest, we make enough to get through" I feel the cold September air rush through me as I deeply sigh "I know. I just wish he understood why I don't want to be a stupid fucking fisherman".

He slaps my arm lightly "Hey, I was a fisherman at some point. Look at me now! Sheriff of this little town we call home" "Yeah, and because it's a small town there's literally no crime" "Hey! This was a big dream of mine and your crapping on my birthday party? I don't think so little girl!" we laugh and as I try to leave once more he stops me "before you go girl. Here" He reaches in the dash compartment and pulls out a blue box "it was your moms. She told me to hold it for you, for the right time, before she went to the clouds".

My breath hitched and it felt like time stopped "but I thought everything was burned in the fire?" I opened the box to find a sparkling white pearl necklace "It was found in the safe with a letter saying she wanted you to have it" I felt tears roll in but I stopped them "Thank you Uncle Jay. This means a lot to me" He smile was genuine, but as I clipped it on, everything seemed to change, my breathing seemed cleaner, and I felt like I could see better?

I got out and walked towards the lighthouse where my dads boat sat "Y/n! Where the hell have you been! The high tide is getting low, and we won't be able to find any fish!" I ignore his angry banter and step on to the boat "I got caught up with Morgan at the tackle shop, sorry, lets go" He tries to start up the motor but keeps failing "I filled the bitch up with gas, c'mon!" I push him to the side and try to start it up.

"C'mon baby, start up for me. One more time baby, I believe in you. You can do this." And like magic, she purred to life on the first yank. My dad slaps my back "Alright boat whisperer, HA!" I huffed and sat back down "You need new blades, they're rusted and the engine is covered in barnacle" the matured man grumbled as he steered us away from shore, "You know we don't have the money, I wish we did, man I would make Sally here as good as gold if we did".

I watched our small town fade into the fog as our dog Bucky whimpered at the edge of the deck, staring at us. Like he knew something was wrong. Or. Something wrong was gonna happen. God I hope this wasn't a mistake.

today’s Hopper Thot™️, this one courtesy of @floraandfrost and their brilliant, filthy mind

The Deal

Jim Hopper x fem!Reader, smut (dry-humping/frottage), 18+ only (must have age in bio to read/interact, or else you’re getting blocked)

it’s late in the afternoon when Hopper gets home from work. it might be late for you, it’s still an early day for him. really, any day he’s not held up at the station until seven or later is an early day for him. he summons the energy to change out of his uniform and kick off his boots before crashing on the couch, but that’s about as far as he makes it.

cigarette in hand, head tilted back, thighs spread on the sofa—it’s a familiar sight as you pass through the living room, but you still get distracted anyway. it’s easy to get sidetracked by the sight of your boyfriend’s powerful body relaxed on the couch, his eyes half-lidded like he can’t decide if he should go to sleep right here.

your fingers itch to touch him. you can’t help it. there’s something instinctual, almost primal, about your attraction to Jim Hopper. it happens without you even having to think about it: one minute you’re mentally running through your list of chores, and the next you see Hopper sprawled on the couch and want to sit in his lap and make out with him until the cows come home. it’s embarrassing, really, how little things like a cigarette glowing between his lips or his flannel stretched over his belly turn you on.

and he doesn’t even know it. he’s sitting there with his eyes closed and head leaning back against the wall, completely unaware of the effect he has on you.

even though there are dishes in the sink to be dealt with and other chores to do, and Hopper is definitely just trying to relax, your body yearns to be close to his. really, he’s right there. you can’t not touch him, right?

right.

his eyes open just as you step into the open vee of his thighs. he looks up at you lazily and draws the cigarette out of his mouth, resting it in the tray on the side table.

“hey there,” he drawls.

“hi,” you murmur back. your fingers slide over the collar of his flannel. the shirt lays open at the neck and shows the unruly hair that peaks out above his white tank top.

as your hands wander across his shoulders, his hands wander too. predictably, they end up on the backs of your thighs, sliding up and over your ass before resting on your lower back. his heavy hands invite you closer, and you step in until your knees knock against the couch. the sofa groans in protest as you settle down onto Hopper’s lap, your legs on either side of his hips.

“long day?” you ask.

he nods.

your hand rests on his shoulder, kneading the tight muscle there. “anything I can do to make it better?”

a faint smile curls at the corner of his lips. his broad palm slips lower, cupping your ass, and pulls you down into his lap. “already are,” he rumbles.

“I meant, is there anything else I can do to make it better,” you tease.

Hopper shakes his head. he reaches over for his still-lit cigarette and takes a long pull. letting it out slowly, he tilts his head and looks at you lazily. “just sit there and look pretty,” he says.

you smile and shift your weight in his lap. “I can do that.”

he seems content just to sit here, but the suggestive position—your thighs spread around his hips, his big hand cupping your ass—sends your mind down a dangerous road. how can you not think about the other things you can be doing right now?

calm down, you tell yourself. he just got home from work. don’t jump his bones already.

but your boyfriend is perceptive and he notices your squirming. a lazy grin spreads across his face. “need something, sweetheart?”

you have two options. one: you could play it off as just trying to get comfortable. that’s the safe option. two: you could admit that just the closeness of him and the low, smoky sound of his voice is making you needy.

his eyes study your face. you can’t hide from Hopper. you never could.

option two it is.

“yeah,” you admit. you squirm in his lap and your hands curl around his broad shoulders.

his grin grows wider. he relaxes further into the couch, sliding down slightly and casually resting his right arm over the back of the cushion. “well, be my guest. take what you need, sweetheart.”

for a moment, your brain shorts out as you try and process what he’s telling you. then he grips your ass and pushes your hips against his and the feeling of him already half-hard in his jeans makes your mouth drop open.

oh. that’s what he wants you to do?

he brings the cigarette to his lips. the tip glows as he sucks in a breath and watches you. he gives you the subtlest nod, just the slightest command of what to do. with your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself, you rock your hips against his once—slowly, deliberately, experimentally.

fuck, that feels good.

Hopper just smiles lazily as he finally realizes how easily he affects you. you roll your hips against him again, slotting his clothed erection against your core.

“that’s it,” he croons. “that feel good, honey?”

you nod, half ashamed, half aroused. he slouches even further so that the next roll of your hips is against the lower curve of his belly as much as it against his crotch. his shirt rides up and you catch a glimpse of the trail of hair leading into his jeans. your mouth waters. you know what he’s hiding under the rough denim. you know that if you unbuttoned his jeans and tugged the fabric aside, you would find him hard and thick and weeping pre-come for you already. you know how full you would feel if you let him inside you and fucked him right here; just the memory makes you throb with that phantom stretch of his cock pushing into you.

a tiny moan escapes your lips. Hopper lets out a thin trail of smoke through his nose and grins.

“you like that, baby girl?”

already, your brain feels a little fuzzy. “wh-what?”

“you like this? you like rubbing yourself on me?”

you nod, too ashamed to say the words aloud.

“you look real pretty like this, you know,” he says. his left hand finds your ass again, squeezing the supple curve of it. “gettin’ all flustered, humping my lap. you’re so fuckin’ pretty, honey. maybe we should do this more often.”

your cheeks burn, but the embarrassment doesn’t stop the movement of your hips. your hands fall to his belly, pressing for leverage as you grind harder, messier. you’re just wearing an oversized shirt and panties, so you feel every ridge in his denim trousers providing friction just where you need it. if you looked down, you’re almost positive you’ve already soaked through your panties and onto his jeans.

“do you think you can come like this?” he drawls.

“huh?”

“can you come like this?” he asks, pointedly. “can you making yourself come just grinding on me?”

you nod your head yes.

“let’s make a deal, okay? you make yourself come like this and then I’ll give you something real to ride. let me finish this smoke and I’ll slip my cock right into that pretty pussy. you can ride me as long as you want, sweetheart.”

you throb at his words. it’s easy to imagine the picture he’s painting: his cigarette smudged out in the tray, his fingers hooking your panties and dragging them aside, the fat head of his length prodding at your entrance and slipping in until you’re stuffed full. he would do it, too. he would lay here sprawled on the couch and let you fuck yourself on his cock as long as you want.

you want that so bad. the movement of your body quickens as you race towards the conclusion, already wanting this first climax and the promise of what comes after. your fingers curl in the soft fabric of Hopper’s flannel. still, you need more; just the denim-covered bulge and soft curve of his belly aren’t enough for you.

“please kiss me,” you beg.

he smiles. his free hand cups your cheek. “sure, honey. since you asked so nicely.”

his kiss is sweet at first, but it turns filthy when he slips his tongue past your lips, seemingly hell-bent on exploring the deepest corners of your mouth. the room is silent save for the sound of his mouth on yours and your own needy little noises, but you’re too turned on to be self-conscious about it. he tilts your face to give himself better access to your mouth and crumple into him.

“Hopper,” you moan against his mouth. “Jim.”

“that’s me,” he teases.

the roll of your body quickens as your peak draws nearer and nearer. he’s fully hard in his pants now, thick and proud and surely weeping pre-come into his underwear.

“Jim— Jim, please,” you whimper.

“please what?”

“keep kissing me.”

in the absence of his fingers or his mouth or his cock between your thighs, you’ll take the hot slide of his tongue in your mouth instead. he kisses the breath from your lungs as you grind desperately into his lap. he breaks away only to take a pull from his dying cigarette. his eyes are dark pools of lust, getting wider by the minute.

“fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart. you’re so pretty when you come, you know that? nothing prettier in the world.”

“please touch me,” you beg, already feeling the knot inside you twist tighter and tighter.

“nope,” he chides. “you gotta do it yourself. I know you can.”

“Hop,” you whine, petulant and bratty.

he just shakes his head. he leans back on the couch, the picture of contentment with his cigarette balanced between his lips and his left hand curling around your hip. somehow that helps you reach your end—the idea of him watching you, of being watched, of being so desperate and pathetic that you’d dry-hump him on the couch in search of an orgasm—that’s what sends you over. the smug satisfaction on Hopper’s face contrasted by the need on yours is just too much. the string snaps with a loose cry and the curling of your fingers in Hopper’s shirt. it’s an intense orgasm, verging on painful; your walls clench tight and releases in waves of pleasure that engulf your whole body.

it leaves you shaking in Hopper’s lap, your underwear soaked, your thighs loose around his hips.

ready for him, you think. ready to be fucked, just like he promised.

Hopper’s cigarette dies. he stamps it out in the tray. his right hand travels down to his belt, the metal clinking as he starts to unbuckle it. his gaze rakes down your body to the crux of your thighs and then back up to your face. his eyes meet yours as he yanks off his belt.

“good job, baby girl. looks like I have a deal to make good on.”

[FIN.]

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Mermaid!Otto Octavius x Reader Chap 3

As I grew closer I felt like something was following me, but I brushed it off because I always feel like that. Once I finally left the towns premises, I felt compelled to walk a certain direction. I looked back at the tablet and started my journey forth.

I called Jay and told him "it might take a day or two. Take care of dad while I'm gone. I'll be as quick as possible" he texted me back "dad wants pictures" I snorted and put my phone away. When I finally got to the so called cave I dropped my things and slouched against  the inside wall  "What the hell did you get me into dad" my voice echoes off the walls like distant memories.

sssssccccrrrraaaapppeeeeee~~~

A small rock suddenly comes rolling my way

Gasp!

"H-Hey! Who's there? If there's someone there fucking with me? I'll kick your ass!" I quickly stand and grab the nearest rock, "C'mon you little shits! See who's laughing now!" As I turn the corner, a. Fucking. RAT! "AHH! UGH YOU LITTLE SHIT! Ugh. I'm gonna give myself a heart attack" The rodent sits up and looks at me "What do you want you little shit?" he sniffs up and behind me, like it's telling me something. "behind, behind" wha-? "AHHHH!!!"

Arms suddenly wrapped around my throat and pulling me back "Whatcha coming all the way down here for Fish face! Haha!" panic Panic PANIC! "Stop! Stop! Get off! Please! AGH!!" the beautiful shimmering lights of all colors bounce off every wall and into a fuzzy haze, this is it, no one to hear me cry, no one to save me, all because I was too scared to hurt someone.

"Come on Fish breath! Get up! Fight back! Haha!" throwing me on the ground I felt something crack. The ugly leather boots of Dirk, Bret, and Frank, the ugly zit covered freaks surrounded me. "p-please. I'll give you anything. Just leave. please... leave..." they're guttural snotty laughs echoed amongst the cave walls "Now why would we do that? We're just getting started? hehehe. How about we start with that pretty little necklace of yours? I bet pearls would get us the big bucks".

Crawling away from the under sized ogres I held my now bleeding mouth "Why, you're already rich Dirk? Why more? Why is it always more?" grabbing my bag and umping all my things out, and the tablet, it almost immediately catches his eye "Ahhh, people will be coming from France and Israel for this junk! The more money I get, the more respect, and power I hold. Then again what would you know about money? It's not like you have anything? hahaha!".

I attempt to grab the fragile piece "Ah ah ah!" waving a chubby finger in my face, he hands it to  Bret "Some one like you shouldn't be handed money? You fishy friend need, to WORK FOR IT" his crooked teeth inches from my face, he pulls away and raises his foot to stomp.

Here it comes. Prepare yourself! Look away!

"AHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!" "DON'T EAT ME!!!!!!" "NOT ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! WAIT! WHA WHA WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"

I open my eyes to see... a giant... man... SQUID!?!?!? His skin was pale and his... tentacles... were deep deep blue, almost a shimmering black. His curly locks were and dark as dad said and his golden brown eyes glowed emerald in the water's reflection. His body glittered like stars, the most defined muscular... creature? His body was covered in knarly scars and his teeth as sharp as razor blades-

"AHHHHH!" Oh shit! Dirk! He had Dirk pinned up against the wall with his tentacle wrapped around his throat. Wait, where's Bret and Frank- oh... oh my god th-they're dead. Their necks. I'm gonna be sick. So much blood.

This is such a risky move. God I hope Dirk pays me back for this. I used all my strength and mustered up the stability to stand. Everything was spinning. Focus, Focus! On what? His face, Yes! Focus on his face!

It's smooth, pale, pristine, perfect, alluring, close?

Close, I was close to his face. I was touching its face- erm, his face. He was looking at me. His eyes we're so much more brighter up close. Almost a royal blue? I tried to force up the words, as Dirk was still pinned, just watching us. Struggling to breath, his face turning blue.

My left reaches for his face, my right, his tentacle that was holding Dirk. "Please... Don't... Hurt..." was all I could muster, before blacking out. All I could do for the next 5 minutes was listen to pitter patter and the occasional slurp.

Was this how I die?

Or how I survived?

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Mermaid!Otto Octavius x Reader Chap 2

"RAISE THE SAIL AND PUT YOUR LIFE JACKET ON!" my fathers voice, almost unheard through the destructive thunder and deadly waves "WE NEED TO TURN AROUND DAD! OR WE'LL NEVER GET BACK!" "I'M WORKING ON IT!!" waters soaking us both as our slippery bodies held onto Sally, but it seemed like she was kicking us off with her own mind.

I held my breath and closed my eyes as I held on to the mast "C'mon baby. Bring us home. Bring us home" I watched as the fear in my fathers eyes drowned him in panic, I cave in and start to chant with him "Bring us home. Bring us home. BRING US HOME"

CRASH!!!!!

It was quiet. Too quiet. Eyes still closed I try and reach for my dad, which in reply he clutches for dear life "Are you alright?" I sigh In relief "heh, y-yeah. I'm alright" I open my eyes to find his wrinkled crows feet and his tanned face be pulled into a smile "You alright da- AD!?" I look down to find my own poor father be skewered in his arm with his own spear.

I felt myself shut down "DAD! OH MY GOD! DAD ARE YOU OKAY?" As the short lived breaths raced in and out of my lungs my brain started to go numb and I couldn't feel my fingers, everything started to spin and the salt water dried on my face started to sweat again. I looked around to find we were magically on shore again "UNCLE JAY! UNCLE JAY!" I turn back to my dad whose caramel skin now looks like a ghost.

"It's okay! We'll get get you fixed up. I promise!" his smile never leaving his face "It's okay Y/n. I'll be fine. It's just my arm. I'll be fine sweet heart" The realization setting in, I look down to see the bottom on the boat being covered in thick deep red blood. I didn't know what to do.

So i ran. I ran to the Sheriff's office. My heart pounding in my ears and my face flushed, I have to get there, his life is in my hands, I have to save him, I have to save him! The same words pounding in my skull like a bad Taylor Swift song.

As I busted through the doors, every cop, busty mom and creepy criminal were staring at me. "Where's Officer Jay!" I almost scream my voice was so filled with panic. Everyone pointed towards his office. I run in and find him making out with some brunette on his desk "Y/n!" His flustered face.

I tried to get the words out but I was still trying to catch my breath "What is it Y/n! Spit it out you idiot!" tears running down my face I grab him by the collar and snatch him away "DAD!" his eyes dilated and shoved past me, leaving the woman dazed and confused. I run back to the main office and yell at the other officers "Get an ambulance by the docks" They looked at me like I was psychotic "HELLO ARE YOU STUPID FUCKS DEAF? CALL A GOD DAMN AMBULANCE! SOMEONE IS DIEING!" they then started running around like maniacs, picking up phones and typing on their computers.

Once I get back to the docks, my father was just barley conscious "Jay! I'm so sorry! I don't know what to do?! I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!" His back was turned to me and nothing was said. The day was coming to an end when finally the ambulance came, they swooped him up and took us with him.

Jay held his hand the whole way, I was too scared to touch him, as if I would break him. I felt his rugged fingers reach for mine, "Don't cry dear." his sunken weary eyes looked deep into mine, like it would be the last time he'd ever see me "I'm okay. I can take it. It's just a spear. I've had worse" I chuckle but the tears don't fade, they stain my face with the rest of my scars.

"you know I met a mermaid once?" Jay scoffed "C'mon Michel now's not the time for your stupid stories" he lifted his arm to flick him off but was unsuccessful because of obvious reasons "They're not stories you moron! I met one! His name was Otto Octavius!" My dads eyes were filled with wonder and hope, it made me think that he could make it, it was just an arm, nowhere vital.

He will live, I know it. I have to keep hope. Like mom.  "Lemme guess. Was he an octopus?" he laughed like a little kid "yes! His bottom half had tentacles! and his upper half was huge! His eyes were a bright gold! and his hair was a dark brown" Jay looks at me with a half smile "He's been telling this story for ages, I think after all that blood loss he's finally lost it".

He finally got the strength and smacked his brother "If you say they are fairy tales one more time I will take this spear out and kill you myself!" He turns to me and wraps his finger around the pearls Jay gave me "Octavius gave me these pearls! He told me to give them to a person I loved more than my own life. So I gave them to your mother." I smiled and held them in my fingers "Octavius was my best friend." He held my hand close.

"He saved my life. I almost drowned and he took me to his home. Deep in the pacific waters." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key with a gold plate on it, the numbers 000 read on it "If I die-" "Your not gonna die Michel!" Jay interrupted.

"If I die. Find this mail box. It'll have the very thing that keeps their existence alive" I gulped and looked at Jay "Dad?" I sighed and looked down in shame, should I really tell him?  He seems so hopeful "Mermaids... Don't really exist dad? I thought you of all people would know that as a fisherman?" He groaned in annoyance.

"I should have known. Society has rotted your brain. There is a kingdom out there filled with mer-people! I've seen it myself Y/n! Please you have to believe me! I'm on my friggen death bed!" I slapped his arm "Your aren't going to die dad! I won't let it happen!" He slouches into his hospital bed.

"Please. You have to find it" He looked into my eyes with tears "You have to find Octavius" He grip tighter "I knew this day would come, but I didn't think so soon." he looks out to the sea in a distant voice "We are all in danger" I looked down at the key again, something felt familiar, like I've seen this key before.

"well" Jay and Michel looked at me "I always wanted to become an adventurer?" Jay looked shocked "Y/n? Seriously? You're gonna get yourself killed going on this stupid trip. They aren't real! Your going to be running in circles!" I stand to stretch my weary bones and try to put on a bright face for my dad "Are you sure they are real dad?" His eyes have never been happier, not since mom passed, they we're so filled with hope and happiness.

"Please. When you find him. Tell Otto that Michael says we are in trouble" I let the deep sigh flow in and out as I look to Jay and shrug "There's no harm in just having a little look see" The Sheriff plops down in the hospital chair "Well I'm not falling for your two's bull shittery. While you are off in lala land playing with captin' hook and peter pan lookin' for mermaids. I'm gonna be here paying for your stupid bills to get you better" I grab my bag and put the keys inside "Where's the box dad?".

He sits up and points towards the town "Go to Ruby. She will give you the lock box at the café" just in time the nurse walks in with her clip board. "Mr Jay, Ms Y/n. Michael will be just fine. We'll keep him a few more days to monitor his health to make sure and we will send him on his way" Jay takes his phone out and starts dialing numbers "I'll take care of Michael, just go and do your dumb mission so we can leave".

30 minutes later

"Thank you Ruby really it means a lot that I can do this for my father" she continued serving people "No problem dearie, just make sure to bring back something good from your adventure hehe" As the moon slowly rose to shine, I felt at peace, like everything was going to okay. But I knew something was wrong, I need to find this guy, and fast. I don't know why, but I need to.

I pulled out the white polished marble tablet, but the writing had nothing but gibberish on it, "fuck. How am I supposed to read this?" as I looked up again the moon seemed to shine on the tablet "Is this a fucking Disney movie?" The light shone into a dark close book store.

"You want me to go in there? Great. How the fuck am I supposed to get in there? There's alarms dick head" I walked to the dusty glass door and peeked through. Looks like no one had been there for years, "I am so no Indiana Jones". As the door creaked open, a thick cloud of dust could be seen.

After what felt like hours of aimless wandering around the dusty book store, I saw something that peeked my interest. "Forgotten Languages. How fucking ironic" After following the directions of how to decode this bullshit, It told me to follow the red coral on the south shore. It also said to bring the cave monster an offering to stop it from ripping out and eating your intestines and taking your heart as a sacrifice to the ocean gods.

How pleasant. Octavius sounds like my cup of tea.