The concept of hopper lighting a cigarette whilst you suck him off.
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The concept of hopper lighting a cigarette whilst you suck him off.
OKAY babe i really, really, really need dbf!hopper + somno... like, either he's staying at your place for the night or you're on vacation with him and he's tagged along with your family or whatever, idc i just need to go to sleep in a pretty little set of pajamas and purposefully sleep all spread out so that he can sneak in and absolutely destroy me, and then leave me with a kiss on the forehead like he hasn't just cum inside of me <3 waking up and knowing he took you up on your offer and sharing a little smile with him over breakfast !!! please tell me you see the appeal <3
of COURSE i see the appeal bbg - we are the same.
the irony that takes precedence over all, is the fact that this matching set was but a gift from your parents, neatly gift wrapped with a matching bow as a tiny present for your birthday just a year prior. its pink satin is dotted with miniature hearts spaced neatly over its canvas, its v-neck tank and skimpy shorts perfect for the warm weather that seems to plague your little cabin at the edge of indiana.
m.list - jim hopper
fics:
plain old man
blurbs:
dbf!hopper | 2 | 3
you fall asleep on hopper
stepdad!hopper | 2
hopper + cockwarming
hey could I request a blurb for dbf! hopper where he calls reader whenever he needs help with eleven? love your blurbs!
OUR GIRL | J.H.
word count: 1k
warnings: I made this nanny!reader x dbf!hopper, hope that's okay, age gap obviously, reader is in their twenties. giggles terribly because I love him so much- also the gif??? ignore the blood though
summary: hopper asking you to come over after eleven and mike broke up
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ꕥ DBF!Hopper and innocent reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ꕥ
Hopper’s Pretty Baby
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ꕥ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ꕥ
He really shouldn’t be doing this. Jerking off to his best friends daughter while she’s downstairs. Giggling and waltzing around in a white dress and lacey pink socks. Her sinful strawberry lips and doe eyes gazing up at him every second. Her hair flowing down her back.
He didn’t know if he wanted to braid for her or pull it while he fucks her from behind. He shouldn’t be thinking these things about someone half his age. Barely legal and just out of Highschool. He wasn’t a pervert. He was just a man with needs. And right now he needed to take care of those needs.
Pink underwear with a white bow wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t decide where to put them. Under his nose so he could smell it while he cums, or have it wrapped around his tip. He was absolutely feral right now. Pulling and palming at his cock in frustration. He slowly stopped touching himself as he pants in need. He needed to cum.
He was acting absolutely sinful right now. He couldn’t control himself. He needed you badly but you were barely prepared for him. You hadn’t even had your first kiss yet. He could just imagine how you would react if you saw him right now. Touching himself, in your bedroom. Watching him.
That’s what he wanted. It’s what he needed. Grabbing your panties, he wrapped it around his tip and started over again. He imagined you walking in and watching him. His cum painting your underwear white. You, gasping and shutting the door behind you. You’d call him a pervert. You’d yell at him and call his disgusting. God he needed that.
You’d degraded him and make him feel nasty and vulnerable. Hopper couldn’t stop himself as he felt his stomach flex and twitch. The coil in his stomach snapping and unraveling. He cums into his palms, but he doesn’t stop there. He keeps going until the burn of overstimulation makes him groan as he cums yet again.
He wipes his hands with your underwear and pulls his pants back up. He gets ready to go downstairs and face you. The object of his desires. His eternal love, yet his forever lust.
is there any lyric that screams dbf!jim hopper more than “hey there, delilah, you be good and don’t you miss me. two more years and you’ll be done with school and i’ll be making history like i do.”
dbf!hopper, no wait just hear me out, dbf!hopper being your date to a friend's wedding and everyone is losing their minds because this man literally threats you like princess and their men are on the terrace getting drunk on bud lite paying zero attention to them
you can feel their eyes on you as you return from the restroom, the fact that they were just talking about you painfully evident. the party was dying down; the groomsmen had made their way to the terrace for a smoke and the bridesmaids were gathered at a single table.
"we were just talking about your date." one confesses drunkenly, earning irritated scowls from the others. "like, where did you find a guy like that?"
"what do you mean?" you ask.
"he treats you like a princess." comments another. "he pulls your chair out. he paid for your drinks. he didn't leave to join the men until you practically forced him to. did he do something wrong and he's trying to make up for it?"
"of course not!" you laugh incredulously. "he's just like that."
you watched their faces go slack, as if they simply couldn't believe it. you smiled because at times you couldn't either.
my dialogue masterlist
dbf!hopper x reader || smut under the cut
‘What would your dad say about that?’ You found yourself frantically trying to hide the cigarette you were smoking behind your house, knowing it was no use, you had been caught. ‘Nothing’ you muttered, looking down in shame. It was hopper, the local sherif who just so happened to be your fathers best friend. Your father who hated smokings best friend. ‘Please don’t tell him.’ you said looking up at the 6’3 figure that was towering above you, hands on hips, disappointed. ‘What’re you trying to kill yourself kid?’ He said, voice quieter, making sure your father didn’t hear if he was home. Which he wasn’t, thank god. ‘I’ll do anything don’t tell him please, he’ll kill me! You know he will Hop..’ you begged, you were inching closer. ‘Ill do anything.’ you lowered your voice to a whisper this time, making sure only he heard it. ‘Come inside, I’ll make you coffee.’ Already leading the way to the front of the house. ‘Kid…’ you didn’t stop, knowing he would follow.
Once the coffee was poured and set in front of hopper, who you had left on the couch before going off the the kitchen, you stared at him from above. You had wanted to do this for years so really the smoking was just a silly excuse, you didn’t think he knew that though.
‘Dad isn’t home for a few hours..’ you said as you inched closer, slowly dropping to your knees in front of the man. He was sat, legs spread, looking down at you. He must think you look pathetic, you thought, you didn’t care. He watched as you put your hands on his thighs, slowly going to undo this belt. ‘You don’t want this’ he said, not stopping you. ‘Don’t tell my dad. About the cigarettes, please. You smoke, why is it a problem when I do it’ you asked, from the look in your eyes he could tell you wanted this more than anything, you looked hungry for it. ‘Because kid,’ he helped you with the faulty zip. ‘I’m old.’ God, as of you couldn’t get more turned on. You heard a small moan leave your mouth, shit. This was followed by a chuckle coming out of hoppers mouth. He was so insanely hot you didn’t think he could get hotter. That was until he took his fingers, put them under your chin and tipped your head to look at him. ‘Tell me you want this.’ Is it not obvious? You nodded. ‘Words, use your words baby’ fuck me, you thought. ‘Yes, yes hopper I want this so bad. Please.’ You really were pathetic.