This Literally Had Me Giggling And Kicking My Feet In The Middle Of Math Class, I Love This And I Love

this literally had me giggling and kicking my feet in the middle of math class, i love this and i love him so much too ☹️

hi! if you’re still doing requests could u do one w/ hopper x fem! reader where hopper rails/fingers reader in front of a mirror because she’s constantly talking about how self conscious/insecure she is🫣so he places them in front of a mirror and makes her watch as he showers her with praise telling her how pretty she is

Thank you for this lovely request! Here’s the story…. 😊♥️

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18 + explicit content

Hopper x fem x reader

Mirror sex • Filmed sex • Daddy ! Kink • Finger-fucking • Praise kink

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Hopper’s cabin • October 1983

Hopper ran the pad of his thumb along your mouth, then pressed it gently between your lips. You sucked it, tasting his cigarettes on his skin. A corner of his mouth raised briefly in a smile, but he replaced it quickly with a look of hunger. “Suck it harder,” he commanded. Your cheeks pulled in as far as they would go as you obeyed him, pressing your head forward so you could take his thumb deeper into your throat. “Fuck,” he exhaled, his chest rumbling in pleasure. “Look at that pretty fucking mouth, takin’ me so good. I could watch you do this all day…”

An idea ran through Hopper’s mind. “Hang on a second,” he said, rising and making long strides across the room. You listened as he opened and searched through the closet, then as he returned to the bedroom. He was holding his new camcorder in hand, grinning mischievously as he looked your way. You felt a little self conscious, not sure if you were totally onboard with where his mind was going. But Hopper seemed very pleased with his idea, and you watched as he set the camcorder on the dresser, angling it so the lens faced the bedroom mirror to your left. “Come here,” he said, gesturing for you. As always, you obeyed, joining him at the dresser while he popped open the cassette-holder to make sure a new tape was inside. “All ready to go,” he smiled. His hands moved to your shoulders and rested there. “I want to touch you,” he said, the low rumbling of his voice making your heart race. “In front of the mirror,” he paused. “I want you to see how goddamned beautiful you are when I’m inside you.” You gulped. “-and I’m going to videotape it, so I can remind you when you start to forget how perfect you are…”

He held your face between his hands and lifted your nose to plant a sweet kiss on it before moving down to your lips. “Come on princess,” he purred. “Come with me to the mirror.”

Hopper clicked the ‘record,’ button on the camcorder and held your hand as he guided you to the mirror. You had always struggled with self-esteem, with trying to feel pretty, something Hopper couldn’t understand because as far as he could see, you were the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes on. He hoped to show you exactly what he saw, as he sat down on the bed and placed you atop his lap so you were both facing the mirror. He nuzzled into your neck and kissed you there. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he directed. You parted your knees and looked at your reflection, sitting on Hopper’s lap, looking so small sat atop his large, imposing frame. “Look at you,” he murmured. “My pretty girl, so sweet for me…” His hands slid down to explore the moist, tender space between your thighs. You drew in a sharp, excited breath as Hopper’s index finger dragged lightly across your clit. He chuckled into your neck, enjoying the way he could tease you so effectively. “Not yet, baby,” he cooed. “I’ll touch you there later, promise.” He turned your face to his and kissed you deeply. “But first, Daddy’s going to give you some kisses down there.” Hopper lifted you and set you down in his place on the bed, then knelt between your legs. He hummed against the wet skin of your inner thigh,, the vibration so near (but not quite reaching) your clit making you crazy with need. “Spread them,” Hopper instructed. “Wider.” You did your best to accommodate him, shifting your ass closer to the edge of the bed so he could access you more fully. Hopper made true on his word, trailing kisses along your inner thighs and slowly, torturously, taking his time kissing you everywhere except your clit, which was by now swollen and aching to be touched. “Please,” you begged. “Please kiss me there, too.” Hopper knew exactly where you were talking about, because he’d intentionally been avoiding it to drive you crazy. He smiled and purred softly against your cunt: “Anything you like, princess.”

It felt like an electric current pulsed through your body as Hopper’s lips fastened onto your clit, sucking it between them and rhythmically tugging ever so gently on the swollen, puffy nub. You moaned as he kissed you there, his tongue lapping long, wet circles over your clit, slurping at the warm arousal that dripped out of you and covered his knees as he knelt between your legs. Hopper then lifted you so you were sitting in his lap again and reached for your pussy with his left hand while anchoring your body in place where he wanted it with his right. You could feel his erection beneath your ass, as you wiggled to adjust yourself on his uneven lap, causing Hopper to grunt animalistic sounds of pleasure as you shifted your weight on his cock. He rubbed your clit softly with the tip of two fingers, picking up his pace as he felt your breath quicken, and your body tense, an orgasm fast approaching. Hopper continued to work your clit with two fingers, muttering praises into the back of your neck as you came for him, squirting your sex all over his pant legs and the floor beneath you. He kissed into your hair- “that’s my girl…” -and leaned into you, his fingers now pressing up between the slippery folds of your pussy. “How many fingers do you need, sweetheart?” he asked. “How many of my fingers do you need to be fucked with?”

You whimpered and quivered on his bumpy lap. “All-all of them,” you moaned, and Hopper chuckled at your naïve determination. “I don’t think that’s gonna work, sweetie,” he said. “We both know how bad that would hurt my little girl, don’t we?” His breath was hot and sweet against your skin. “-would stretch you even bigger than Daddy’s cock.” As if that’s possible, you thought. Hopper was the biggest guy you’d ever been with down there, and he knew it, too. He knew you were cock-loyal to him, that once he’d dicked you down, you’d never want any other man for the rest of your life.

“I’ll give you three,” he conceded. “Unless it starts to hurt, then you can only have two.”

You nodded gratefully, bucking your hips so his fingers pressed apart your folds with ease. Hopper inserted two, then three fingers inside you, feeling your pussy reject him when he reached knuckle-depth. You moaned like a whore on his hand, twisting your lower half to add friction to the magic he was already working in your cunt. “Good girl,” he praised, pumping his fingers inside you as you began to cry. You turned your face into his neck, burying your sobs there as another orgasm rocked through your body. After you came down, you saw that Hopper was staring at you in the mirror, your soaked pussy splayed out in full view, his fingers draped halfway out of your cunt now. He kissed your ruddy cheeks, and reached with a hand to smooth your hair. “That’s my good girl,” Hopper repeated his praises, meeting your eyes in the mirror’s reflection. “That’s my good, beautiful girl…”

thinking about the way Eddie scrunch his nose when he's angry

this is what stepdad!eddie mechanic!eddie looks like in my head i'm going insane

Just giving Eddie a beard for fun :)

Listen. We need to talk about Maybelle Fox for a moment.

Maybelle, who clocked Jo as queer from jump, literally heard Jo confirm that she was her "type" and still didn't hesitate to continue rooming with her all season bc Maybelle knew that Jo was still a safe person.

Maybelle who is definitely from a rural and more conservative part of the world (she talks about showing hogs at the Hee-Haw county fair), who tells Shirl to just accept people as they are.

Maybelle who is the hardest partying member of the team bc she's a mother of multiple children and this probably the closest thing she's had to a vacation for most, if not all, of her adult life.

Maybelle, whose pep talk is about her tits and how they're the best.

Maybelle, who as a straight woman apparently has a better gaydar than Lupe.

And most importantly, for this moment:

Shirl: [Greta's] probably queer too.

Maybelle: 👀👀👀 Well....

Maybelle Fox is just a gleeful ally/den mother who is out here drinking it up and knitting in the background, knowing full well she is not the main character and happy as a duck in water about it.