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could you do more about being elevens sister? anything really 😊☺️

Eleven is sooo protective over you

No matter if you're younger or older than her

Being protective over her too

You are partners in crime and rarely ever seen apart

You've been through everything with her, so you both understand each other better than anyone else

Warning Mike that if he ever hurts Eleven you'll kill him :)

He still isn't sure if you were joking or not

Naturally being close with Mike and the others too, after some good old trauma bonding

Of course, being eleven's sister isn't easy, you're both constantly in the spotlight, and looked at anytime something life-threatening happens

Lots of trauma and lots of anger

Being treated like an actual daughter and kid by Hopper and Joyce

Hanging out with the party, learning about dnd, and even getting to play

Going to the mall with your sister and Max, which also means free ice cream from Steve and Robin

Speaking of Steve, whether you are close or not he is protective of you and your sister, even if he doesn't show it super often

Could you do hc for being elevens younger sister? :) Specifically meeting the party and other characters for the first time?

Of course, I love doing the eleven sister hc's!

At first, you're probably closer to Mike than the rest of the party, much like your sister

Next would probably be Will and Dustin since they are more willing to go with things than Lucas was

You probably have some major issues with Lucas at first since he literally thinks you and your sister escaped from a "looney bin"

But over time Lucas becomes more accepting

The older group of teens was intimidating to you especially at first since they were practically adults in your eyes, and you knew not to trust many adults

But you realize they aren't so bad after all

Hopper and Joyce were by far the most terrifying to you in the beginning

Most adults in your life, you had learned not to trust

So what made them different?

Joyce had been so kind and motherly, despite her own son being missing and the other being in danger just by being in Hawkins

That whole experience with finding will make you realize that not all adults were completely bad

But Hopper had brought you and Eleven in, in the middle of winter and provided you both with food and warmth

He was what adults should have always been to you and Eleven

It was comforting to know that not all adults were terrible and out to hurt you

Steve was a bit off-putting and intimidating at first, as was everyone

But then he was protective and willing to put himself in danger to help you and your friends

Robin was brave and quirky but in a good way, she wasn't the best socially but was there if anyone wanted to talk or just wanted company

Nancy was smart and secretly badass, that and whatever you or your sister needed girl-wise, she was willing to help with

Jonathan was a bit of a loner and not much of a talker either, but he was close with Will, so he was good in your books

Phrase Owners:

Wear what you want, I can fight.

Jim Hopper, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove.

Sorry for my english.

Omg i think hopper just died inside

Billy Hargrove x female hopper! reader smut /fluff where the reader is hopper/Joyce’s daughter (Byers /hopper family dynamic) and the reader has been sneaking out at night to get railed by billy. One day hopper is patrolling around lovers lake and the reader and billy are going at it and hopper taps on the window with his flash light telling Hargrove to cut it out but doesn’t know the reader is there, but one day when el, Jonathan, the reader, will, hopper and Joyce are having a family dinner Jonathan keeps poking fun at the reader for spotting her with billy in the hallways at school but she says it’s nothing and they continue with dinner. As they finish up Joyce spots bruises (like hand mark shaped bruises which were ovbvi from billy and hers sexual encounters) on the readers neck and she gets worried that billy may have done something to her so asks her what happened thinking the reader got hurt, and the reader keeps telling her it’s nothing and then hopper walks in and sees the bruises too and starts raising his voice so she tells them that no one hurt her and she explains without exposing and they catch on, and hopper realizes that she was the one with billy that night.

okay so i saw this come in and immediately i was actually excited to do this bc i already see it going in my brain, and technically i have one ahead of this and im so so sorry bc i was not expecting this to take me two whole days to write but omg here you go. this definitely has to be one of the longest ones ive ever written and i definitely want to do a part two bc i think it turned out super super good.

let me know what you think bby !!

warnings: minors do not read. sexual plot, choking, bruising, semi-public sex, almost getting caught, please wear condoms, this is purely for fictional pleasure only! Also fluff, angry parents, sibling dynamic! alot of flabbergasted hopper at the end lmao.

anywhore, i present you:

Part Two

' NOT PARENT FRIENDLY ' billy hargrove x female! reader

Now look, you were a good girl okay? You kept your head down, your grades up, you stayed out of trouble, you did the right things, you were co-captain of the Hawkins High Cheer squad, and you were the best big sister you could be to Eleven, who adores you almost more than she adores eggos. But that didn't mean that you didn't know how to be a bad girl, because believe you me, good girls are just bad girls that haven't been caught. Well, that is until tonight however, or almost anyway.

Your father was working the night shift, policing the now oddly quiet town of Hawkins through the evening and into the early morning hours, and you figured it was the perfect time to sneak out and see your boyfriend who was only your boyfriend in secret, which upset you but god you were addicted to him in ways that you didn't even think were possible to become addicted to someone.

In other words, he had you dick whipped. But even besides that, you had been drawn to him. Sure, he was a dick and a half at all hours of the day when he was around people who weren't you, and you knew that that was just a front because he didnt want to look weak around them, he didnt want them to see him the way his father did. It made your heart hurt for him, but you knew he didnt like to talk too much about it, which is why you hardly ever asked and chose to cherish the moments you had alone with him, where he was sweet and loving, almost dorky even.

Billy Hargrove wasn't what people thought he was, and you just wished you could show that to the world some day, but you couldn't. With a sigh you finish brushing your hair and turn to your little sister with a flourish. "What do you think, El?" You ask, looking at her hopefully. You had done the bare minimum of lip gloss, and had slicked your hair back with some barrettes, hoping you looked cute but still innocent enough, something that always manages to drive Billy crazy.

Eleven laid on her bed, reading a book on her stomach as you primped yourself in your shared mirror. "We're not supposed to leave.." She says, looking at you. "But you look pretty..you always look pretty."

"Sweetie, what dad doesn't know won't hurt him." You says, leaning against the dresser for a moment. You knew you were risking alot, you'd never been on your father's bad side before and sure enough this would be the thing that would put you there, but you were willing to risk it, in your teenaged brain it was completely worth the wrath of your father if you got caught. "Can you keep a secret for me?" You ask, just as a car honks from outside. You perk up, that was Billy. You had called him half an hour ago and as usual, he was punctual. "Please, El? I don't get to see him any other time.."

El nods, just as Billy honks a second time and you squeal, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before running through the dark living room and out of the front door.

"About damn ti-" You cut him off mid sentence, giving him a nice long kiss, your hand in his hair. You pull away from him, noticing the slightly dazed look on his face. "What was that for?" He asks, reversing out of the driveway.

You shrug, buckling your seatbelt. "I missed you." Is all you say, giving him a small, happy smile. He says nothing, but places his hand over your thigh, giving it a nice squeeze with his large, warm hands.

Billy wasn't a sweetheart by any means, but he did have is sweet moments, and one of them seemed to have been tonight. He decided that he'd take you on a little dinner date and brought you to your favorite pizza parlor, where he even ordered your favorite pizza for you while you went to the restroom because even though he hated to admit it, he really did know you that well.

You sat across from him, gabbing on about how your day had gone, telling him about how you wanted to sucker punch your co-captain after she had been mean to some of the newer girls on the team, you really hated her some times. He sat and he listened, something that you absolutely loved because you knew that he was actually listening. You looked at him for a moment, your face flushing. "Im sorry, I'm talking to much..you could've just told me to shut up."

Billy looks at you, a small smile on his face. God, he really did like you more than he had planned to. "Nah baby, I love it when you tell me about your day." He says, his voice soft. Billy wasn't usually this quiet of a person, he always has something to say so you knew that something must have been bothering him. The bruise forming on his jawline told you that he must have gotten into it with his dad before he came to get you, it was small, and if you didn't know his face so we'll, you wouldn't have noticed it. "What?"

You shake your head, knowing that he didnt care to talk about his home life, and you didn't like to pry, but you wished you knew how to help in some other way beside getting your dad involved.

"You ready?" He asks, grabbing his leather coat off the chair next to him before grabbing your hand. He has been craving your embrace all day, and he had been looking forward to your call all night.

You nod, following him to the car.

You loved your nights with Billy, infact, some days you even craved them, though you often worried that he used your time together as a way to get his frustrations out about what went on at home, his anger at his dad being vented out during your sexual encounters.

You didnt stop him, you didn't mind the pain, hell it actually made your orgasm all the more better and tonight was no different, though he was alot rougher than he had ever been before.

Once you had gotten to lovers lake he had wasted no time in pushing you to the back seat, giving your ass a smack as you climbed between the front seats, your ass on full display for him.

He was on you in seconds, his mouth kissing yours roughly, his hands gripping you tightly. You pushed his clothes out os the way as easily as you could, your legs spread around him as you pushed his jeans down past his hips, his beautifully thick cock springing free from it's confounds.

You hum appreciatively at the sight, looking up at him as you wrap your hand around it, giving it a nice long stroke. He grinds his hips up into your hand, enjoying the feeling of you touching him. He groaned, his kiss moving from your lips to your jaw line, and down your neck, slowly rising your shirt above your bra as he lets his hands cup one of your breasts, kneading it gently with his fingers. You buck your hips up, rubbing against him at the contact.

You could tell that he was trying to be gentle, sweet even, and you loved the gesture but you knew what he needed, you let go of his cock, taking his face in your hands. He looks at you quizzically, worried almost. You brush your thumb over the still forming bruise, that's harder to see in the dark of his car, and you meet his eyes.

"Fuck me, Billy..whatever you need to do, however you want me..please, baby.." He closes his eyes, a long breath coming from his nostrils.

He opens them again, his hand going up to your hair, running his hand over the top of your head. He knew exactly what you meant, and honestly, without even knowing it, in that moment he had completely fallen head over heels in love with you, because how could he not when you're the only person that had ever seen through him like that? "Are you sure baby? What if I hurt you?" He asks, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to stop, that maybe you wouldnt want him anymore afterwards.

You shake your head, giving him a small smile. "You won't, Billy.." You says, giving his face a light squeeze between your hands. He nods once, his lips lingering over yours in a gentle kiss almost as if to say thank you.

You definitely didn't regret your choice in the moment, and god you were on your way to your third orgasm, his hips snapping into your pelvic bone almost meanly at this point, your leg cocked over his shoulder, damn near unable to breathe with the way he was applying pressure to your neck with both hands, you just knew his fingers were sure to leave lingering marks and fuck if the idea didn't turn you on farther.

You knew he was getting closer to his orgasm because the meaner he got, the harder he choked, the deeper he fucked you and the louder you got, was usually his tell that he was about to fucking explode.

"Good fucking girl, y/n, good fucking girl letting me fuck you so meanly." He grunts out, his hands still gripping your throat, fuck if he wasn't turned on farther by the fucking dumb little blissful smile you wore on your perfectly plump lips in that moment, or by how red and flushed your face was as you stared up at him. He wondered if he had finally fucked your brain to mush. "Such a pretty little whore taking my cock like it's nothi-" The sound of something knocking on the passenger side window interrupted the two of you and Billy stopped immediately.

"It's almost midnight, Hargrove, cut it out and take the poor girl home." You hear your father's voice call from outside, your eyes going wide. Billy is smart enough to cover you with his body, incase the chief happens to look inside. You give a squeak of fear, wondering if the two of you had been officially caught. You bury your face in his chest, squeezing his biceps in the hopes that your father wouldn't recognize your hair if he happened to look inside. He knocks on the window again, and it sounds like he's using his flashlight, you can see the beam cutting through the rear window. "Zip it up Billy, I'm not playing."

"Yes chief, I understand.." He calls back, trying hard to make sure you stay covered. "Do you mind like, going back to your car though, no need to watch us get dressed, Sir.". Your dad lingers for a second, but you hear his footsteps start to walk away, crunching on the gravel that littered the ground.

"Holy fuck that was close, Billy." You breathe, your legs shaking in fear, or maybe adrenaline. You really weren't sure which. Billy moves off of you, pulling out of you. You can't help the whine that escapes your throat at the feeling, already craving him all over again.

"Oh trust me baby, we aren't finished with this yet.." He says, giving you a cocky smirk as he buttons his shirr before stuffing his cock back into his pants.

You struggle with your shirt, still weak from the fear and from your two orgasms that has honestly rocked your fucking world. He looks at you, almost cheesily smiling at you. He loved it when he made you weak like that, he loved being able to shower you with aftercare, something he'd never wanted to do with someone before. "Here baby.." He says, pulling you closer to him. He helps you with your bra, and your shirt before helping you pull your skirt back down your body. When he's done he gives you a sweet, gentle kiss before helping push you back to the front seat.

"Thank you, Billy.." You say, settling into your seat. You watch him climb back over, settling into the front seat. You shiver a little, it had gotten cold by the lake and without the warmth of his body you were quickly chilled. Without a word he reaches behind you and grabs his jacket from the back, wrapping it over your shoulders.

He drives almost wordlessly, only talking to ask if you're okay, and thankfully you make it home quickly. He pulls info the driveway, and stops. You turn to him. "Im sorry our night was ruined.." you says, feeling horrible. You should have thought more before you told him to go to the lake, you had forgotten that your father was out patrolling tonight.

Billy shrugs, looking at you. "I had a great time, baby.." He says, leaning back in his seat. He watched you, taking in your beauty for a moment, a smile on his face. "maybe that's not the way I wanted it to end, but it wasn't ruined."

You smile, look away awkwardly. "You know, we wouldn't have to sneak around like this if you would just let me tell him about us.."

Billy sighs, he knew that you hated that your entire relationship was a secret, but god he was terrified that your dad wouldn't let him see you again, or that your friends would find out and convince you that he wasn't good enough for you. "I told you baby, I'm not parent friendly.." He says, he sees your face fall, if only for a second before you gather yourself up again.

You give him a smile, leaning over to kiss him gently. "I'll see you tomorrow, baby." You say, although really want to scream how much you love him as you get out of the car.

Eleven is waiting for you inside, her eyes go wide at the sight of the large leather jacket around your shoulders. "Dad's going to ask questions when he sees that." She says, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in fear. You take the coat off immediately, completely forgetting that it was on your shoulders. "And that! Are those his finger prints?"

The next morning went by as smoothly as it could have, you covered what you could of Billy's fingerprints on your neck, although most of the time was spent staring at them almost longingly. He'd left marks before but he'd never left bruises, you hadnt even realized he had been choking you that hard last night.

What couldn't cover in concealer and bronzer, you covered with a turtlenecked long sleeve shirt, it was chilly enough out that morning that you could get by with it without being asked too many questions. You threw on a pair of jeans and your favorite pair of shoes, making sure to stuff his coat into your bag before heading out of your room just in time for a car to honk out front.

You give your dad a brief kiss as El scrambles to get her things, he was leaning against the kitchen counter sipping his morning coffee. "See you for dinner dad, let's go El!"

Jonathan waited for you in the driveway, and smiles when he sees you. "It's a little extreme for turtlenecks, don't you think, Y/N?" He asks as you slip into the front seat, El getting into the back with Will.

Ever since your dad has started seeing Joyce, you and Jonathan had become close, you'd consider him a close friend, and you kind of wished you could ask him for advice about your relationship but you knew he wouldn't keep the secret, he would take it straight to your dad.

"Shut up, it's totally cold enough!" You say, looking at him weirdly as he pulls out of the driveway and heads towards the schools.

It doesn't take long before you're there, and once he's parked you get out of the car immediately, on your way to search for Billy, ignoring Jonathan shouting something after you.

The halls are filled with Hawkins High students, most of which know you. You give them all your best peppy smile, even throwing in a wave to a few of them, you loved being a cheerleader but sometimes it was exhausting having to smile so much, especially when half of the student population never expected to see you in anything but a happy mood.

You find Billy at his locker, which wasn't too far from Jonathan's. "You forgot this, Hargrove." You say, pulling his coat out of your bag, hoping that nobody would take it the wrong way since he still didn't want people knowing about you guys yet.

Billy turns, surprised to hear your voice, he looked you up and down, amused look coming across his face. You tried not to stare at the bruise under his jaw, it was darker than it had been last night. "It's still a bit warm out for a turtleneck, isn't it baby?" He asks quietly, leaning on the locker door slightly. He smirks as your face turns red, you hold his coat out for him. He pushes your arm back to your chest, you furrow your eyebrows at him.

"Keep it, i like the way you look in it." He says, a soft smile on his face as your face turns redder. You notice someone stop just for a moment as they pass. He had thought about it all night, trying not to notice the look of hurt cross your face when he had reminded you that he didn't want people to know about you guys being together. He was afraid of what would happen if people knew, but he was even more afraid of losing you by making you feel like he was ashamed of people finding out, and he could tell by the look on your face that that was beginning to happen. Besides, he was tired of fucking you in his car, he wanted to take you out on actual dates, and go to all of your football games to watch you cheer, he wanted to sneak into your room late at night like a normal person, and even though it terrified him, he wanted to meet your father like a man, not someone that's been fucking his daughter in the back of his car almost every night. "Besides, it'll keep that Byers boy off your back, I hear he likes to steal people's girls away." He sent a look to Jonathan, who was open mouthed staring at the two of you from his locker, Nancy by his side.

You roll your eyes at him, holding his coat to your chest, breathing in his cologne slightly. You loved the way he smelled, and you'd be lying if you said that you didn't sleep with it in your bed last night. "Jonathan is a good friend, he's like my brother now that my dad is dating his mom." You say, but you understood what he was saying without actually saying the words. You honestly couldn't have been more excited, you were practically vibrating in your shoes. "Are you sure?" You whisper, cocking your head at him quizzically. You didn't want him to feel like you were pushing him.

Billy rolls his eyes at you, he hated that you were so selfless sometimes, willing to living so unhappily just so he could be comfortable, but it was also one of the things he loved most about you. "Come here, I miss you." He says, hooking his finger into the collar is the turtleneck to pull you closer. He pulls you in for a sweet, gentle kiss, knowing that almost everyone in the hallways had turned to stare at the two of you. He pulls away, finger still in your turtleneck but pulled down a little. He sees the bruises and his eyes go wide, face paling. "Oh shit, baby, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you.." He whispers, pulling the shirt back up so no one would see. "Why didn't you tell me to stop if I was doing it that hard?" He asks, closing his locker to walk you to yours.

You blush some more, smiling up at him. "Because it didn't hurt that bad, I liked it." You say, deciding to put his jacket on as you walked, making him hold your bag so you could. You actually were cold though, despite everyone's teasing. "I'll have to skip cheer though, I have to wear my hair up..or just put my uniform over my shirt, we do that in the winter anyway..I just didn't think to pack my uniform turtleneck."

The day at school was awkward, and after waiting at Billy's car for Jonathan and the kids to get out, you gave him a deep, longing kiss good bye, damn near spitting out an i love you when Jonathan started honking his horn at you. "I'll call you later!"

You run to his car, climbing into the passenger seat, smiling at Will and El in the back. "Family dinner right? Im starving." You say, situating yourself. You notice Jonathan hasn't started driving the car and you turn to look at him only to find him already looking at you. "What?"

"Billy Hargrove?" He asks, a little unbelieving. "Billy Freaking Hargrove is who you've been sneaking out at night to see?" Okay so you had told him that you'd been seeing someone, just not who you'd been seeing. "Your dad is going to flip his lid, i think he might actually shit bricks when he finds out, y/n."

"I'll handle my dad, Jonathan." You say, looking at him pointedly. "I wasn't planning on telling him tonight, I need to butter him up first." You purse your lips, thinking. You figured you'd have to play a card that you hadn't played in a long time, daddy's little princess. "So, that being said, leave Billy alone he's a sweetheart on the inside, he's just a little rough on the edges."

You ignore Jonathan's scoff and stay silent the rest of the ride, happily getting out once you reach the Byers' house. You could already smell the food cooking and your mouth watered, your stomach growling in response. "God i love it when Joyce cooks." You say, walking into the house.

You make your way to the kitchen, setting your bag down by the kitchen table. "Hey," You say giving the woman a side hug from where she stands at the stove. "Ooh is that my favorite?" You ask, she leans s against you, happy smile on your face.

"It certainly is, how was your day?" She asks, and you grin. You planned on telling her about everything later, she had definitely become like a mom to you and you wouldn't mind the advice you knew she could give. "Oh? What's that grin for?"

"I'll tell you later." You say, going towards the living room, giving her a wink. She just chuckles and turns back to the stove.

You play with El and Will for a couple of hours, different board games coming and going, Will joined in on a few as well, the two of you often made it too intense with your sibling rivalry. You were just about to beat him in candy land when your father walked in.

You jump up immediately and head to him. "Hey dad, how was your day?" You ask, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. You didn't notice the look that Jonathan, Will and Eleven all shared with each other or the one that your father gave you.

"Uneventful, thank god." He says, patting the top of your head with one of his beefy hands. "Smells good in here, Joyce!"

It wasn't long before you all sat down for dinner together, you and Jonathan had even helped set the table, you sat across from him, next to Will as everyone started digging in.

The table was quiet for a while, until Joyce decided to make conversation. "So, how was everyone's day?" She asks, looking around the table before landing on you. "Y/N, you seemed like you had a good day.."

You notice Jonathan's shit eating smirk and you glare at him, trying to silently tell him to keep his mouth shut. He stares directly at you as he speaks. "Oh she definitely did, you seemed awful cozy with that Billy Hargrove in the hallways this morning, you were giving him back his coat rig-ow!" You kick him harshly under the table, your strong legs making rough contact with his shins.

"Oh?" Joyce asks, eyebrows furrowed. You notice your dad turn to look at you as well. "He gave you his coat? That's sweet."

You shake your head, your cheeks flushing. "It was nothing really, we did a project together the other day after school and I got cold so he gave it to me, I was just giving it back is all." You say, going back to your food. Jonathan makes a noise and you kick him under the table again, making the silverware shake.

"You sure it was nothing?" Your father asks, looking over you with those quizical eyes that always seem to know everything is a lie. You just nod at him, a mouth of food.

Your father doesn't say anything else, and neither does Jonathan. You decide to help Joyce after dinner, and start helping her wash the dishes. It's warm in the room, and subconsciously you pull at the neck of your shirt trying to give yourself some air, not realizing that Billy's fingerprints were on full display like that.

Joyce is mid sentence, talking about something that you weren't particularly playing attention to, and she stops abruptly, looking at your neck. You quickly snap the turtle neck back into place and excuse yourself to go use the bathroom.

You run down the hall, wondering how much of it she had seen. How the fuck were you supposed to explain that?

"Shit!" You hiss, turning in the bathroom sink so no one would hear you. You calm your nerves, and after a few moments you decide to go back out and act like nothing had happened. As soon as you step out of the bathroom you're dragged across the hall to her room and tossed in, the door closing behind you. "What the hell, Joyce?"

She flips the light on, looking at your worriedly. "Y/N, why are there fingerprints on your neck?" She asks, walking towards you. You sit on the bed, you knew you were screwed. You feel her fingers play with the collar is the shirt for a moment, almost as if she was scared to see it before pulling it down all the way rolling it so it would stay put. "Jesus Christ, these are from both hands..who did this to you? Was it that Billy that Jonathan was talking about? Jim! Jim come to the bedroom!" She yells, you try to stop her, but he's already in the room before it's too late, thinking something had happened.

"What?" He asks, looking around for danger. His eyes land on you and they go wide. "What the fuck, y/n,?! Who the hell hurt you like that? Im going to kill that fucking Hargrove boy-" He says already making his mind up about the situation.

He turns to leave and panicked you tell him to stop. "Daddy, stop!" You say, standing up from the bed. "Nobody hurt me, especially not Billy, he wouldn't ever do that okay?" You say, tears welling in your eyes at the thought of your father going to beat the shit out of him, you knew Billy wouldn't stand a chance.

Jim and Joyce share a look. "What do you mean?" He asks, taking his hand off of the doorknob. He was trying very hard not to be confused by your words.

You look at him, at both of them, your mouth opening and closing as you try to find the right words to say without embarrassing everyone in the moment. "I, um..gee how do i say this.." You say to yourself, looking down at the floor before taking a deep breath and giving both adults a sheepish sort of look. "I..well, to be quite frank, i liked it, okay?"

Both of them were completely confused for a moment, and it seemed to click with Joyce quickly. "Oh..oh.. alrighty then that's..more than I needed to know." She says, fidgeting awkwardly with her close as she tried not to look you in the eye, she didn't actually think that that would ever come out of your mouth.

Your father was taking a little longer, but you could see the wheels turning in his brain as his eyes start to widen. Suddenly he's pointing at you, one hand covering his mouth in shock, fear? maybe disgust? You couldn't quite tell. "Oh my god that was you last night.." He says, the realization finally coming full circle. "What the fuck were you doing out of the house?" He asks before his eyes wide farther. "What the fuck were you doing in the back of Billy Hargrove's car?! Oh Jesus don't actually answer it!" He says when he sees your mouth open. He slides a hand over his face, looking at Joyce almost panickedly, you can see his chest rising and falling almost rapidly, you wondered if he was hyperventilating. "I..I need to sit." He mutters, sinking onto the bed. Joyce takes the spot next to him, and you decide that now is probably a good time to go.

You sneak out of the room quietly and back down the hallway. Everyone is gathered in the living room and then to stare at you. "I think I broke our parents.." You say, not noticing Jonathan's wide eyes, you had forgotten to roll your shirt back up. "It's not what you think!"

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━━━━━‧₊˚➛ hopper and you team up during the search party for the missing boy.

pairing ‧₊˚➛ jim hopper x afab!reader

tags ‧₊˚➛18+ content, smut || unprotected sex

w.c.‧₊˚➛1098

a.n. ‧₊˚➛ this is in list format.

masterlist. navi.

❥ when everyone splits into groups to search the woods for that missing kid, hopper somehow ended up stalking the night with you by his side.

❥ you followed a bit slower behind him, the yelling of other voices searching the woods starting to fade in the distance.

❥ the woods began to get dark and you pushed yourself up against hopper’s side making him arch a brow at you. 

❥ hopper tried to ignore the tightening of his pants as you clung to him, every small sound making you jump.

❥ a cold breeze made its way between your legs and hopper could feel you shivering.

❥ “why would you wear a skirt to this?”

❥ “i didn’t think we’d be out here this long.”

❥ hopper slides off his warm jacket and drapes it around your shoulders. 

❥ you both make eye contact as his fingers brush against your shoulders. you gulp, watching his muscles move under his tight uniform top.

❥ hopper clears his throat and continues walking.

❥ “maybe we should head back?” you offered, cold and scared. 

❥ “we still have so much ground to cover. maybe you shouldn’t have split up with the chief of police.”

❥ your core warmed at his title, remembering just who you were roaming the woods with.

❥ he sees your eyes hooded and sad. if only you weren’t cold. then you’d be fine to walk with him all night.

❥ hopper halts and stares at you. you look up in confusion, wondering what he’s thinking. 

❥ his eyes go dark. “i know what will warm you up. but you won’t like it.”

❥ you eye him. “try me.” 

❥ hopper bends over and motions for you to jump on his back. you feel your face heat profusely. you shyly jump on.

❥ he was right. your chest pressed against his warm body and his arms hooked around your legs warms you right up. 

❥ you cling tightly to him, holding the flashlight over his shoulder so he can hold onto both of your legs. 

❥ hopper readjusts you, his hands snaking under your skirt without him realizing and a bit too close to your bum. your core aches.

❥ when you hear a branch break in the distance, you push yourself flat against hopper, your free hand wrapped against his chest. he can feel your hardened nipples pressed against his back and he tries to calm his breathing.

❥ “you always this jumpy?”

❥ as you keep waking, your legs hook around hopper’s waist, trying to keep yourself from slipping off of him. you don’t realize your foot’s placement until hopper clears his throat. “kid…”

❥ you rest your head on his shoulder, your cheeks almost touching. “hm?”

❥ “do ya… uhm... mind moving your foot?”

❥ you arch your brow and look down over his chest to see the way your foot was hooked by his belt and rubbing against his crotch with each step. 

❥ completely embarrassed you pull your foot back and try to slide off his back.

❥ “it’s fine, kid.” hopper tries to tell you. his hands still holding your legs as you try to push off of him. you struggle against him and his hand finds your ass, pulling you against his back. 

❥ “hopper!” 

❥ he finally drops you and spins around, “i didn’t mean to—“ he realizes how close he is to you, your back pressed up against a tree. your face is hot and you’re panting, your skirt hiked up from the struggle. 

❥ you stare at one another for a moment. an owl hoots in the stance and you jump, closing your eyes. hopper uses that time to press himself up against you. 

❥ you feel his hard on pressed to your thigh and you drop the flashlight in your hand.

❥ “chief…” you mumble. 

❥ hopper can’t help it anymore, he grabs your waist and pulls you up to him, and leans your back against the tree.

❥ you gasp as he pushes your skirt all the way up, your eyes still wide in shock as the chief of police pushes your underwear to the side. 

❥ he rubs his finger along your soaking slit a few times before losing all self-control and pulling his cock out for you.

❥ he thrusts into you and your nails dig into his back. 

❥ you moan loudly as he bottoms out.

❥ hopper pounds into you relentlessly, leaving bruises on your hips and back.

❥ the sound of your wet pussy as hopper slides into you echos against the trees. 

❥ the sun is mostly set now and a warm light flickers across hopper's face.

❥ hopper swears and grunts as he fills you up. without warning, he comes inside of you. he doesn’t stop rutting into you until every last drop of his seed fills you. 

❥ your legs are shaking around him, your fingers clenching against hopper’s jacket that’s draped around you.

❥ when hoppers sets you down, there’s sound of footsteps approaching you. a few other people show up and stare at the two of you out of breath. 

❥ “we heard screaming.” 

❥ they eye you both uncomfortably as hopper tries to catch his breath and appear casual. the others see the flashlight on the ground and the disheveled leaves beneath your feet.

❥ you both shamefully walk back, exiting the woods knowing those couple of people definitely knew hopper just fucked the shit out of you. 

❥ the next night when the search party ensues again, hopper grabs your hand and pulls you off with him. he doesn’t care if people see. he’s been thinking about your warm cunt all day and wants to bury himself inside you again, whether you like it or not. 

❥ before long, barely out of sight of the others, hopper pushes you to the ground.

❥ you try to act like you don’t want this, but you were already soaking wet. 

❥ conveniently, you wore a skirt again. you were on all fours and you heard hopper undoing his belt. 

❥ he soon finds his way into you, pushing your head down and pulling your ass up to meet his hips. 

❥ he fucks you into the ground, your hair entangling with leaves. he groans loudly and you can feel tears welling in your eyes as you moan. 

❥ hopper comes inside you with loud growls, filling you up like before. he almost wishes his seed would take hold.

❥ he looks down and watches you twitch beneath him, his come leaking out around his cock.

❥ when you stand up, your legs are trembling and hopper helps brush you off. he bends down and motions for you to jump on. 

❥ his warm hands hold you close as he carries you the rest of the night. your head resting against his shoulder. 

my comfort reading of the day

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐭. 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

━━━━━‧₊˚➛ nsfw abcs for jim hopper. [if you don't know what the nsfw abcs are, it's basically a quick list of headcanons for each letter of the alphabet on how i think jim would act in said prompt]

pairing ‧₊˚➛ jim hopper x gn!reader

tags ‧₊˚➛18+ content, smut, mention of kinks, sex acts, fantasies, oral sex, the whole nine yards. mostly gn!reader. a few afab terms like breeding kink and implying reader can get pregnant. fingering. reader mentioned wearing a skirt once. degradation kink. praise kink. dominate!jim.

w.c.‧₊˚➛3208

a.n. ‧₊˚➛ had fun doing this. feel free to request other characters for me to do this for.

masterlist. navi.

[ A ] aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Jim will do anything you need after sex. Want to just cuddle? He’ll hold you in his arms all night. Need a shower? He will carry you there. Sore? He’ll give you a massage (and even an ice pack when needed, though he always feels bad when he’s so rough). 

Always the gentleman, of course he’ll clean you up right after. He doesn’t care if it’s a hook-up or a long-term relationship, he’s not just going to roll over and be done with it. He’s grabbing his t-shirt or fetching a towel and wiping you down before you even have the chance to say anything. 

He’s also super into praising. Even if the sex you just had was dirty and rough, afterwards he can’t help but be sweet and gentle, telling you how beautiful you look. How good you are to him. How amazing you felt. How much he just wants to be with you forever. Placing small kisses on your forehead and cheeks. 

[ B ] body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jim Hopper is a thighs guy. Don’t get me wrong, he loves your ass and chest too, but your thighs?! He goes crazy. Loves squeezing them and rubbing them. He loves when you wear stockings that make your thighs billow at the sides. And when you wear shorter skirts and/or shorts, he’s done for. Especially if you’re sitting down because of course that makes your thighs accentuated. He’s always resting a hand on the top of your thigh. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it most of the time.

On himself? Hopper’s pretty self conscious, but you’ve convinced him that his dad bod is hot hot hot. Even if he doesn’t believe it himself all the time, he smirks whenever he’s wearing his shirt a little bit more unbuttoned than usual (or unbuttoned all together) because you’ll be all over him. And he loves it when you get handsy.  

[ C ] cum (anything to do with cum, basically) 

My man loves to come inside you. But he would never beg you to let him. He doesn’t even bring it up. He is always cautious and uses a condom. Eventually you tell him he doesn’t have to wear one, but he has to pull out. He doesn’t bat an eye and does as you say, happy you came to this conclusion on your own. 

One day, in the middle of sex, right before he’s about to come, he asks “where do you want me?” and you reply “inside me.” He’s caught completely off guard and quickly double checks with you on what you just said. Then he finishes deep inside you and groans like a wild fucking animal, loving the way he seeps out of you. Sex is never the same after that for either of you. There’s just something about the way this man likes to fill you up. And you love to feel his warm seed drip out of you. 

[ D ] dirty secret 

This is something he’ll never tell you because he’s embarrassed and he thinks it’s wrong (though it’s pretty vanilla all things considered). But after he first met you, he was completely entranced. He never thought someone like you would ever be into someone like him. He couldn’t get you out of his mind. So much so that you started popping into his head while he was jerking off. He tried to block you out, he felt bad knowing you two barely knew each other and here he was, imagining what it would feel like to be buried inside you. Eventually, he just gave in, and he pictures you almost every time to get off now.

[ E ] experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced enough. He’s had multiple hook-ups, he was even married for a time. But he still hasn’t done a lot of shit. So it’s never dull in the bedroom. Plus, he’s completely obsessed with you, so sex is amazing every time no matter what.

And he’s pretty fucking good. He listens to you and wants to do what pleases you, and honestly, that makes him better in bed than most of the people you’ve been with. Whatever you want, he’ll do it. He always wants you to finish first. He learns exactly what you like, memorizes your body and where you react the most. He is pretty proud of the fact that he can make you come in under 5 minutes if needed. 

[ F ] favorite position

He wants to say missionary because of the perfect view. You can kiss. He can see your chest glowing with beads of sweat. He can see the way your bodies are connecting if he looks down. You’re able to cling onto him and dig your nails into his back. He can hit you pretty hard in this position too. He can bury his face in your neck. He loves squishing you into the mattress and watching you squirm beneath him. It’s just an overall great position. 

But….. he goes crazy when you ride him. He loves watching you take control. (but usually he only lets you do that in the beginning, things always end with him dominating you.) He loves being able to squeeze and hold your ass and thighs. He can watch you roll your eyes into the back of your head and throw your head backward in ecstasy. He just loves seeing you pleasure yourself on him at your own pace. 

And of course, he loves to bend you over and fuck you as hard as he can sometimes. What can I say? My man is versatile. 

[ G ] goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jim can definitely be goofy. He loves making little silly comments that make you giggle. Or little remarks like “Oh, did you want something, sweetheart?” while you’re basically on your knees begging him to fuck you. 

But most of the time he’s pretty serious. He tends to get a bit deep and gruff when he’s with you. He’s so focused on pleasing you and watching you unravel underneath him that there’s no time for humor. He turns into dark!hopper whenever he’s turned on. (pheeewwww) 

[ H ] hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Jim is somewhat hairy. His chest, happy trail, the works. He keeps it mostly natural and god do you love it. His lower region he keeps clean and well groomed for you though. When he’s single he doesn’t care, but when he’s with you?! He gets nervous just the same as you do and wants to make sure he looks good. 

[ I ] intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romantic!!! Jim is so sensual and romantic when you get intimate. He likes to take his time and roam your entire body. He’s slow and passionate. He wants you to be crying out because he’s fucking you so good. However, once you get a little closer with him, occasionally he can get a bit aggressive (of course only when you consent). But he can’t control himself and sometimes he’ll slam you against a wall and take you. Or call you dirty names while making your eyes water from him face fucking you. He’s even been known to ‘punish’ you on occasion. 

[ J ] jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s just like every other dude and jacks off regularly. But once you enter his life, he holds off. He knows how much better he’ll feel finishing with you around him rather than his own hand. And the build-up makes everything better. It’s why sometimes he’ll finish a bit prematurely, because he hasn’t gotten off in over a week, just waiting to have you moaning beneath him. 

[ K ] kinks

Size kink. Oh lord. I think it goes without saying that my guy loves knowing he’s so much bigger than you. He loves having to bend over to be eye level with you. He loves how small you look while you’re straddled on top of him. He loves all the faces you make when he fills you up, knowing you’ve never had anyone quite as big as Jim. He loves being able to throw you around a bit. Loves seeing your tiny hand wrap around his cock. Loves intertwining your fingers, your hand getting lost in his. He embraced his size and absolutely loses his mind at all these little details. 

Breeding kink. Yeah… He loves coming inside you, and why do you think that is? Yes it feels so good, but he loves the idea of getting you pregnant. Whether or not he’s actually ready for (or even wants) more kids is besides the point. He just can’t get over the idea of his seed taking hold. (and he loves a little role play—he likes it when you pretend you don’t want him to finish inside you, but he does it anyway…) 

This one kind of goes with the next prompt (location). He likes exhibitionism. Mainly in the sense that he likes the idea of almost getting caught. He wants people to know you’re his. If you still live at home, he wants to fuck you in your bedroom, the thrill of having to be quiet so your parents don’t catch you both drives him crazy. He’s even pulled over on the side of the road to fuck you. It was late and no one was on the road, but the idea of someone driving by and catching the chief of police…. 

[ L ] location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes the classics: a bed. He likes the room to be able to do what he wants with you, so having you sprawled out on his mattress is the best thing.

His truck. His fucking truck. Loves when you ride him. It’s a tight fit so usually you have to be the one on top, and he loves seeing you so close against him while you try not to hit the roof of his truck. Every time you wear skirts (if you wear them), it seems to happen. He also lives for the thrill of being caught a little bit. He wants everyone to know how desperate you are to have him.

His office. It definitely made him nervous at first, but bending you over his work desk and fucking the shit out of you while his coworkers are down the hall is so hot to him. Usually, he’s pretty good at keeping quiet and making you stay quiet, but he has gotten carried away before while fucking you against the wall, then knocked over all his shit on his desk. When you left, the others could definitely tell what just happened. 

[ M ] motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. I mean, once Hopper really falls for a person, it seems like he turns into a sex addict. Not really, but he just can never seem to have enough of you. You definitely use that to your advantage and make sure to wear outfits you know to drive him crazy when you’re both out. He gets really quiet and is just waiting until you get back to his truck so he can punish you for teasing him. 

[ N ] no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like BDSM. He just doesn’t get the love around hurting your partner. You asked him to choke you once, and he was okay with that. He liked seeing his big hand wrap easily around your neck. And a little slap on the ass is good too, but he doesn’t like anything more than that. He does, however, unintentionally leave bruises on you. He doesn’t always remember how much bigger he is than you and will lose track of himself and not realize how tight he’s holding you or how forceful he pushed you against the wall. He definitely prefers to be gentle. 

[ O ] oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Who doesn’t like to get their dick sucked? He loves when you go down on him, but he definitely prefers to come inside you instead of your mouth. Nothing compares to how that feels. But he does love seeing you on your knees, struggling and choking around his cock. 

He loves giving. Your legs wrapped around him, your fingers pulling at his hair? Yeah, he’s obsessed with that. Loves seeing you squirm and buck into his mouth. The fact that he’s causing all that is enough to make him come himself. He’s been known to jack off/rub against the bed while his head is between your legs and making himself come the same time you do. 

[ P ] pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be both. Sometimes he just wants to fuck you real slow, your bodies pressed flat against one another, leaving kisses along your jaw and lips. His growls are usually deep and long. He loves torturing you too. You’ll buck against him, begging him to go faster, but he’ll hold you down, telling you to be patient. 

And sometimes he wants to go slow, but he can’t help it and ends up being a bit rough. And a lot of the times Jim is fast and rough, bending you over, grabbing your hips tightly, thrusting into you hard and fast. His groans and growls are loud and constant. 

[ Q ] quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He definitely likes to take his time, even when he fucks you fast and hard. There’s usually a lot of build-up. Foreplay is all about you. He loves teasing you, touching you, slowly stripping you, fingering you until you’re bucking against his hand. But he doesn’t mind a good quickie. You turn him on so much, that sometimes he can fuck you in his truck or his office in under 5 minutes. 

[ R ] risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nothing crazy, but he likes the idea of being caught as mentioned previously. He’s fucking you against his truck in the dark parking lot, in his office, at your house when your parents are home, on the side of the road. He almost hopes someone sees. He wants everyone to know how good he fucks you. And sometimes people are in disbelief that someone like you is with him, and he wants them to see just how much you want and beg for it. 

[ S ] stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last a long time if needed, but usually he comes relatively quickly. He mastered the art of riling you up just enough so when he finally enters you, you both come at the same time even though he doesn’t last long. 

He usually can go for 2 rounds, but if you’re really horny, you can make him go as many rounds as you want. It’s easy to get him going again when he’s so attracted to you. 

[ T ] toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I’m going to assume that toys weren’t that popular in the 80s?! Or maybe just more taboo? Either way, hopper has nothing against them, but he doesn’t need them. He can make you come easily without them. Even if you’re someone who’s struggled to climax in the past, Hopper makes it his mission to make you feel as good as possible. 

However, he would find it extremely hot if he ever caught you using a toy (or just masturbating in general). 

[ U ] unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, boy, does Hopper like to tease you. He absolutely loves when you whine and complain. It turns him on so much. He loves when you act like a little brat. And you’ve been known to tease him, especially in public, and he’ll make sure to get his revenge. But yeah, Hop loves making you beg for it. He’ll finger you and then stop abruptly as you whine and cry for him to keep going. And he will eventually (he doesn’t like the idea of leaving you hanging) but he waits until you are begging for it. Pleading on your knees that you’ll be a good girl. 

[ V ] volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

OH man. Here we go! Hopper is loud by nature. His voice his deep and booming. It’s enough to make someone jump. And he definitely sounds how you’d expect during sex. He grunts a lot, growls, and groans. He's pretty vocal in his moaning. It’s hard for you both to have sneaky, quiet sex because Hopper is the one making way too much noise. You’ve often had to cover his mouth with your hand to try and keep his voice at bay. He’s even loud when he’s going down on you. He’ll be humming and groaning as you squeeze your thighs around his head. He can’t help it. 

[ W ] wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Hopper is pretty obviously a dom. He is always in control (for the most part) and loves dominating you. But once, you had decided to try something different. You demanded that he got on his knees. Hopped eyed you suspiciously, one of his eyebrows raising, and debated on whether to listen to you or not. Reluctantly, he did what you said. You instructed him not to touch you while you took what you wanted from him. Jim tried to not listen a few times and reach up to touch you, but you slapped his hand away. You degraded him, called him a bad boy. That certainly made Hopper tingle. By the end of things, he was crying out for you, begging you to let him finish, his hands digging into the mattress. 

This isn’t something he’s always game for, but from time to time, he likes to be your bitch for the night. 

[ X ] x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I mean… he’s definitely big. I’d say 8-10 inches. Big. And his girth is….. yeah… Enough to make you have to adjust every time you have sex. 

[ Y ] yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s got a normal sex drive for someone his age. However, once you two are together, it definitely skyrockets. He’s always yearning for you. It’s rather frustrating because he thought he had gotten past that time in his life when he was uncontrollably horny. He’s even gotten hard at work just thinking about you. He hasn't had an uncontrollable boner since his twenties. It’s out of control how easily you get him going. 

[ Z ] zZz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Rather quickly. Jim works a lot, so he’s usually tired, duh. He’ll always make sure to take care of you after though. And he likes to cuddle with you until you both fall asleep. But he’s usually snoring before you even shut your eyes with his arm draped around you. If you try and roll over, his arm stops you, pulling you into his chest even though he’s fast asleep.