This Felt So Sweet And Lovely, It Made Me Feel Better With Myself For A Little Bit

this felt so sweet and lovely, it made me feel better with myself for a little bit 🥹

i desperately need hopper to eat me out with such exasperation, then eat pizza together <3 and then repeat the same pattern over and over again in every single corner of his home just 'cause it feels right. sounds like the best plan for me

you write beautifully 🫶🏻

Ooo, ooo, ooo! Can I request Hopper x FemReader, B2, pllleeassee!? Thank you!

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐞

Jim Hopper x Reader

Prompt: B2. Body Worship

Word Count: 3,612

Warnings: PlusSize!Reader, Self-Deprecating Thoughts

Rating: E (18+) for Oral Sex and Slight Dirty Talk

A/N: A lot of this is taken from my own personal experience with weight issues. So, I really hope that it’s okay that I made the reader plus sized. Sometimes you need a little bit of a relatable story to get you through the day.

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Jim Hopper x mostly neutral fem!reader (there are two entirely self serving 'descriptors')

A/N: 2.8k words. Ayyyyyeeeee this is entirely a self-serving outlet for my on-going Harbour/Hopper mania. Spoiler free, basically just PWP. This is my first time writing for anyone other than G & his characters so if you enjoy, please do let me know. It makes my whole day reading tags & comments & reactions.

Warnings: 18+ only, it's not expressly stated in the writing but this is a scenario where consent has been discussed ahead of time and given enthusiastically.

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Your internal alarm clock was harder to turn off than his. 

Despite the sweet freedom of responsibility that the weekend lent you, consciousness settled in your bones at 7 A.M. like it did on any given day. Before you could even blink the sleep from your eyes, the heavy mass beside you stirred, taking the covers with him. Goosebumps littered your skin and you sleepily chased the stolen blankets.

Turning to your side, the view before you was just too good. Even through your still half-lidded eyes, the sight of Hopper on his back, dead to the world, mouth agape with a burly arm slung behind his head made you grin so hard your cheeks nearly burned. The station had been short-staffed for going on three weeks now and as chief, the brunt on the workload landed on his shoulders. The late hours required of him were becoming far too commonplace. Most nights you either went to bed alone or passed out on the couch trying to hold out till the sound of his work boots thudded across the threshold of the cabin once again. It was temporary, of course, but this unsustainable work life balance made the time you got to spend under the sheets with him even more precious.

"My hard working man," you mused under your breath, shifting on the mattress towards his warmth. You draped yourself along his side, nudging your way under his arm to find the nook where your head could rest comfortably. Your lover barely reacted, still held tightly by slumber, and you pressed a single kiss to his bare chest before letting your head rest heavy against him. The gentle rise and fall of his steady breath was so comforting you contemplated an attempt at falling back asleep. You shut your eyes tightly but the deep, grounding breath you took with hopes of ushering you back towards a REM cycle backfired. A cocktail of pheromones and the faint musk of too many cigarettes smoked the night before hit your senses and a vivid flashback played in your mind. Hopper's immense body between your thighs, the sting of his coarse facial hair against your skin and gasps of breath that punctuated desperate, honeyed kisses. 

You gasped softly, flooded with visions of the passion that you'd shared not even 24 hours ago.

"Be home in a half hour. Need to be inside you." was all his text said, and exactly thirty minutes later Hopper had barreled in through the front door of his cabin. You were frozen with anticipation, heart pounding and a warmth spreading through you core knowing what was to come. There was no point in asking what had him so suddenly fired up, Hop would only open up when he was ready to, but it wasn't the first time that the sight of something awful or investigating the worst of humanity had run him ragged and sent him in a frenzied bee line for your touch. The only salve that seemed to soothe him effectively was you, and knowing he trusted you enough to be his solace was an echelon of intimacy you'd never shared with anyone else.  

He didn't even try to get you to the bedroom yesterday. The second you were within his grasp Hopper's rough hands were under your dress, ripping your panties down your legs before toppling with you to the floor of the foyer. "Are you ready for me?" he panted into your ear, yanking his slacks down just past his hips and easing his length inside you the moment your breathless "yes" registered in his brain.

He unraveled you twice before he found his own release, and here, on a quiet Saturday morning, the memory cycled through your head in flashes. The coarse polyester uniform on the pads of your fingers, the sweat beading on his brow, the feral growl in the hollow of your neck as he spilled into you, and your body ached for him, the sensations as potent as they were in reality.

A whimper, louder than you expected, escaped your lips and immediately you craned your neck back to search for any signs of life on Hopper's face. You wanted him to get all the rest he needed, about as badly as you wanted him on top of you but the longer you laid there tucked into his side, inhaling his musk, pasted to his skin, the latter was beginning to win. Attempting to stifle your desperation, you clamped your eyes closed tightly and tried to cycle through the chores you'd need to get done this weekend, but with the room shut out, the memory of your primal daytime tryst reigned.

Unable to ignore the throbbing between your thighs a second longer, you rolled away from him just enough to let your knees fall apart. You snaked your arm down into your panties, desperate for relief, but before your fingertips found wetness you paused, wagering whether Hopper would be grumpier if you woke him up, or if he found out you got yourself off without inviting him to play, too. 

It was as good of a day as any to take a gamble, but if you've got to wake the bear, best to do it armed with honey, you reasoned, putting your own pleasure on hold to ease him from slumber the most pleasant way you knew how. 

You tackled the covers first, tugging them cautiously off his body so the cool air hitting his skin wouldn't shock him awake. Hopper stirred just as the sheets pooled around his feet and you froze in your spot, hovering over him until his furrowed brow relaxed back into a blissful stillness again. Centering yourself between his brawny thighs, you perched on your shins and tackled the last obstacle, to get his boxers down over his hips without rousing him. Gingerly, you flattened your palms to his skin over the elastic waistband and stilled, pausing to let the touch settle before moving on. It seemed to work, Hop reacted no more than when the covers fell off of him, even as you set into motion again to drag them down and off his legs.

Grinning wildly over your achievement, you flung the plaid undergarments to the floor and took a moment to admire the sight of your lover's massive, peaceful figure. The surge of testosterone that reliably had him at attention most mornings had done some of the work for you, and your mouth watered seeing him nearly all the way hard already. Planting your palms firmly on the mattress by his hips, you dipped down, teasing the very tip of his cock with a few gentle swipes of your tongue. You flicked your eyes up to Hopper's face, but seeing that he was still happily snoozing you amped the sensation up, dribbling his member with your spit and slipping his tip into your mouth until all the blood his body could spare had rushed to harden him completely. Your head bobbed at a lazy pace, gradually increasing the suction around his impressive length as you worked. 

You got lost in your task, eyes blissfully shut and too focused on worshipping your man to remember to listen out for any signs of wakefulness. Shifting your weight into one arm, you freed a hand to wrap around the base of his cock and match your lips' every descent when suddenly there were fingers threading through your hair. You couldn't stifle the soft moan that echoed from your throat and your eyes fluttered open, gazing up without stopping to see Hopper's hazy stare cast down at you. A lusty groan rumbled out from his chest as you held his eye contact, swirling your tongue around his tip before swallowing him down your throat again. 

"Christ, baby," Hopper's voice was low, still thick with sleep but it set off goosebumps in your skin hearing his praise.

"No more alarm clocks in this house. Wake me up like this every morning," he grumbled, sounding halfway more conscious than the moment prior and raking his fingers through your strands again.

You freed him from your mouth and peppered his lower belly with kisses before sitting up on your knees to respond.

"Deal,"

Dropping back to your hands and knees, you crawled forward until your thighs straddled Hopper's hips and instinctively his hands groped your ass, digging into your softness with his thick fingers. The strength of his grip left behind a sting in your skin but it all melted away when his massive hands cupped your chin and pulled you in for a searing kiss. 

"The mouth on you, kid..." he trailed off, planting another appreciative peck on your lips. You whined unashamedly into his kiss, and when he broke away you buried your face in the crook of his neck, the sweet spot that always smelled so goddamn good.

"Hopper, please, I need you," you mumbled against his skin, widening your knees to drop your hips down and grind against his erection. 

"Take what you need, baby," he offered freely, as his palms smoothed down your sides to your hips, guiding you gently as you rocked against him, mimicking the way your body undulated when you rode him. But you needed more than just the fullness of penetration. You needed feel small, pinned under the grounding weight of your man, unable to feel or see or smell anything but him.

"No, I need you on top of me, please Hopper," you begged, lifting your head from it's nook to find his eyes. "Please?" you tried again in your sugariest tone. 

"Too tired," he huffed, "how about you just go for a ride?" Hopper's mustache twisted into a smirk and you felt his grip tighten on your fleshy hips, holding you in place and thrusting up to tease you with his hardness. 

You didn't counter immediately, deciding it was time for more pervasive action, and you grabbed his hand, barely able to get your fingers around his stocky wrist. You guided his hand between your bodies, under the waistband of your panties and before he'd even recovered his breath from feeling you dripping for him, you ducked to whisper into his ear. 

"Please, Chief?"

The title dripped from your lips and with no further protest you were flipped, slammed onto your back on the mattress. 

"You're gonna be the death of me, woman," Hopper groused, unamused by your triumphant giggle. "Get those off," he commanded, nodding to your panties as he settled his weight between your thighs, but before you could even attempt to obey, two fingers hooked onto the damp fabric and pulled them aside to the ditch of your thigh. 

"That'll work," he said, a lilt of cheekiness in his voice as he assessed his solution. Hopper gripped his cock, smearing the tip through your slickness just long enough that you knew he was dragging out your torture intentionally. But the whimper that he earned himself in the process broke him too, and he angled himself at your entrance, barely prodding into you. 

"Say it again," he demanded, stilling himself maddeningly close to where you wanted him most.

"Please fuck me, Chief," you crooned, digging your nails into his back desperately and gasping for oxygen as he finally indulged you, easing forward to bury himself deep inside you.

Hopper collapsed down onto you, caging your head with his burly arms and letting his weight pin you to the mattress, rocking his hips into you steadily. He fucked you at an indulgent pace, dropping his forehead to yours and clamping his eyes shut tightly. His hot breath flooded your chest and his jaw hung slack, intoxicated by the filthy sounds of the ample slickness he'd coaxed from your body already. Your arousal was all over him, painted on his pelvis and sticking to his pubic hair the way he liked it to be. 

The ability to speak had long left you but you communicated your enthusiasm in whines and gasps, sinking your claws into his back every time a thrust of his manhood went particularly deep. 

"Spread your legs more," Hopper panted, and your obedience payed off, fruitfully. With your hips widened, every time he pumped into you, his pubic bone ground into your clit, and your soft wail nearly jumped an octave from the intense pleasure.

"That's my girl," he praised with labored speech, feeling your walls flutter around his cock. The heat was rising in your belly and your hands frantically gripped his ass, urging him to continue and he rewarded you with a low growl that vibrated from his chest through to your own. Hopper's immense shoulders were beginning to glisten with sweat and you couldn't resist tasting him, scraping your teeth along his flesh. His hips stuttered in response, but all it took was a needy whine and a squeeze of your handful to route him back to his rhythm. 

Your rapture was just out of reach when Hopper dove for your neck and turned you inside out, attaching his lips to the sensitive spot that made you melt like ice cream on a sweltering August day. The room blurred to nothing but the scent of your sex and the huffs of your tremendous lover, pleasure plateauing in your core before bursting wide open and rushing through your entire body. Against your skin, you could feel him grit his teeth but Hopper didn't falter once as you clenched around him, driving himself into your wetness until the aftershocks slowed.

Your entire body went limp, exhausted and satiated, free now just to witness your man's pleasure. With your orgasm under his belt and now clearly awake, Hopper clambered up to his shins, cupping the backs of your knees with his palms to spread your legs further for his viewing pleasure. You remained pliable in your post high bliss, letting him position you as he wished, holding your knees apart with his sturdy hands. With your legs suspended in his grip, his gaze was focused on where your bodies met, watching intensely as he pulled nearly all the way out of you just to fill you back up again. His picked up his pace, mesmerized by the sight of your glistening folds taking his entire length over and over.

"You have no idea what you do to me," Hopper mused, still transfixed to your cunt and slamming into you with jarring thrusts. Just like he'd done the day prior, the memory that started this whole morning, growing needier and sloppier until he doubled over, groaning emphatically. You felt the warmth of his seed spilling into you, running your nails lighting through his hair as he hovered over you, his expansive chest heaving in a fight to regain his breath.

"Well good fucking morning to us," he quipped. Hop's wit had returned to him and he slipped his softening member out of you to collapse on his back beside you. "I'd say that performance merits a cup of coffee, huh?" he teased, as if he even had to ask. 

"After that, I'd say you deserve a whole ass meal," you played along, buttering him up shamelessly. Rolling to your side, you hitched your leg over his and nuzzled into his chest, swirling his chest hair around with your fingertips, an understated little display of affection that you both loved.

"Stay in bed, I'll go make us coffee and get something started for breakfast. You sir, need to refuel before round 2 tonight because we are most definitely doing that again," 

You climbed out of the bed on a mission and Hopper threw his arms over his head, smugly enjoying how insatiable you always were for him.

After a quick trip to clean up in the bathroom, you made your rounds through the kitchen, brewing up a dark roast and throwing some bacon in the cast iron to start frying while you brought your man his mug. Approaching the threshold of the door, you grinned mischievously, continuing your thought from earlier.

"Except next time, I think you should give me head before we fuck,"

But despite his usual enthusiasm for being on the giving end up the act, he said nothing in response. You perched on the door jamb, peering into the room to see what was occupying his attention and the sight had you biting down into your lip to keep from giggling. Exactly as you'd found him an hour earlier, Hopper was dead asleep. You tip-toed over to his nightstand and set the mug on the deep mahogany as gently as you could manage. With a quiet laugh and a light kiss to his cheek, you snuck back to the kitchen to let your hard working man get his beauty sleep. He'd need it after all. You weren't kidding about round 2.

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billiestevies: the question was “why does billy hate lucas so much?” - i think that really probably answers your question in more of a back-story sense, of why was he the way he was. because - his dad.

dacre @ stranger con, chicago (9th oct 22) bonus:

i just know it'd feel like going to heaven and then slowly coming back down again

Eddie eating you out while you’re smoking a joint. After you take a hit, you look down to see his warm lips wrapped around your clit, with his big brown eyes looking up at you with pure admiration.

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