Warnings: Language, unprotected sex, public sex, bit of a power/title kink, self-realization and self-care on Hopper’s part (because he deserves)
Word Count: 4.7K
Summary: A funhouse leads to some fun. Porn without much plot.
A/N: I warned you guys. Daddy Hopper was making a comeback and here he is. I’ve used an OFC from my previous Hopper one-shot, but this in no way ties into that story. Have a read of some dirty fun and appreciate our favorite thicc Chief of Police.
*Masterlist in bio.
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He was an idiot.
Jim Hopper was a lot of things. He was mostly known for being a badass around town. Carrying a gun like it was an extension of his arm. He was often spotted with a cigarette in one hand and a pastry of some sort in the other, a scowl firmly planted on his lips. He was a take no prisoners kind of guy. And people respected him for that.
But he did fumble sometimes and that seemed to happen with the fairer sex quite often. His past liaisons never let him forget that in this small town. He sometimes felt like he was back in high school, gossip clinging to the nearest person and onto the next like some sort of virus.
Along with being an overall badass motherfucker, he was also an experienced man, both in life and in the bedroom. He could maneuver women well when it came to sex; he’d been told and shown that sentiment on more than one occasion. But the emotional stuff was where shit got tricky. That was where he faltered and usually ended up sabotaging himself. And that was his current predicament.
Claudia was the station’s newest secretary. And she interested him in a more than working boss-employee relationship. At first it had been a basic primitive thing. He’d liked the way she looked…a lot. She was attractive and carried herself well. But then he got to know her.
He started to pay attention to her a little more every day. She was shy at times but proved that she could hold her own in a station full of brutes. She was funny, and often rivaled the dirty locker room humor of the male officers. She was kind. And she liked to show that kindness to anyone she could. Those who came into contact with her often left with a smile on their face. She was a great addition to the team. But she was stirring up some shit inside of Jim’s head that he was not prepared for.
Summary: Vanilla sex is cool, but kink is more fun sometimes. Basically all porn, no plot. Gifs added for your viewing pleasure.
Content Warnings: VERY nsfw - dirty talk, BDSM themes, mostly domination/submission (I didn’t write it into this one but always use a safe word, kids!!), lots of teasing, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, Daddy kink, choking/breath play, fluffy aftercare (((don’t skip this either)))
Author’s Note: Happy Smutty Sunday! Thought about revising this to make it Negan since Jeff’s character here is leaning more that way but it would’ve been a huge hassle and changed the plot (lolol) too much | My OFCs are described as having brown skin, curly hair, etc. bc I’m black, and I’m tired of the lack of representation. Sorry not sorry if it takes you out of it, but my reader inserts will be vague! | Disclaimer: despite bearing the likeness of Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Jeff in this story is a fictional character based on my own perceptions of how the real one would behave in the given situations. | Thanks as always to my wonderful friend and beta @mcnegan!!!!
Author’s Note: Hey y’all, I was gonna post a new piece yesterday (Thirsty Thursday) but literally didn’t know what day it was LOL. It’ll be live on Sunday but for now here’s a teaser! I have two other one shots out (read here!) and Negan NFSW Alphabet will start going up one by one after this one!!!
Pairing: Jeffrey Dom! Morgan x Sub OFC Eve
Summary: Vanilla sex is cool, but kink is more fun sometimes.
Jeff could stare at her in this state forever. He kept his fingers moving and his eyes trained on her reflection as he brought his lips to her ear. “You look so fucking beautiful right now. Spread open for me, wet, helpless.”
“Jeff,” was all she could manage to say. She swore he could get her off with dirty talk alone if he really tried. He had a filthy mouth and knew all the right things to say.
“I want you to look in the mirror. Watch yourself while I play with this pussy.” She clenched around him and fought to open her eyes so she could follow his command.
When she did, her gaze landed on him first. He was so focused and consumed by lust, yet he still wore that devilish grin. His fingers were working tirelessly to bring her to the brink and back. She saw her hands clutching the one touching her, her legs shaking and struggling to stay put, her chest heaving. “I’m so close,” she panted.
He knew. “Not yet, sweetheart.” He withdrew his touch from her.
“Fuuuuuck,” she whined.
“Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ll let you come eventually.” He moaned around his fingers as he licked them clean. “But Daddy’s dick needs some attention too, don’t you think?”
Summary: If being an ex-Black Ops mercenary has taught you anything, it’s that you win some and you lose some. Colonel Clay could stand to learn that lesson, too.
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