I Love Him So Much I Need Him - Tumblr Posts

how is he so fucking hot and respectful 😭 AT THE SAME TIME

°ꕤ’’’’’ꕤ’’’’’ꕤ°

b l o o m

°ꕤ’’’’’ꕤ’’’’’ꕤ°

18 + • Jim Hopper x reader • x fem • Explicit content • CW: reader losing virginity • reader is obviously over 18, don’t be a creep • soft ! dom jim hopper • Hopper smut with some fluff too :)

You trust your friend Jim Hopper completely. You’ve asked him to do something for you that no one else will ever be able to do again. You’ve trusted him to take your virginity. ❀˖°

◤─────•~❉✿❉~•─────◥

thank you anon for this request!

◣─────•~❉✿❉~•─────◢

Hopper took your hands in his. “Don’t be nervous, honey,” he said softly.

Your hands looked so small in his as he held them. “Remember, you’re in control here, the whole time.” You nodded, pulling in your bottom lip, nervous in spite of the fact that you felt completely safe in Hopper’s presence. You had never been in this particular situation before, alone with a man in his home, sitting together on his bed. But there was no man you’d rather be in that situation with than Jim Hopper. You trusted him completely, with your body, your heart…your life.

His hands released yours gently, moving to caress your burning cheek, sliding along your arm and around your waist. You trembled at his touch, feeling the width of his large, outstretched hand on your back, his fingertips lightly pressing into your skin through your shirt. Hopper leaned and planted a kiss slowly on top of your head, holding it, his lips and nose pressed into your hair. He took your face between both his hands and tilting your chin to him, he moved his kiss to your lips. Opening his mouth over yours, he slowly circled the tip of your tongue with his, smoothly exploring. You tried to imitate his movements, to match his kiss; but you were unable to replicate the experience that Hopper had. He sensed you were focusing, and removed his kisses for a moment. “Don’t think about what you’re doing,” he said. “Let yourself feel it.”

Hopper returned his lips to yours, and this time, you let him do all the work, allowing your tongue to go slack while he kissed into you. Instinctively, you began to return his tongue’s caresses, no longer concerned if you were doing it ‘the right way.’ Your thoughts were becoming fuzzy, thicker, the measured rhythm of Hopper’s tongue encircling yours licking every bit of sense from your mind.

Your vaginal muscles throbbed with a painful, wonderful ache. Hopper gently backed his kiss from your mouth and ventured his lips down your neck, causing you to shiver as his kiss made contact with untouched skin. His breath was hot and deep as he dragged his lips over your clothed breasts; you could feel his warm exhales through the fabric of your shirt. Your body quivered as his lips parted over one of your nipples, and his voice was deep when he asked “can I take this off?” You nodded and he assisted you in pulling your shirt up and over your head. He let it fall to the floor beside the bed, eyes now focused on your exposed breasts. His jaw hung lax as he took in the sight of you. “So beautiful…” he murmured, kissing your lips once and then moving back to your breast, gliding his tongue across your burning skin and fastening his lips around your nipple, drawing it gently into his mouth. Your vagina began to ache even more exquisitely as he tugged your nipple between his lips rhythmically. Hopper’s hand lightly cupped your other breast, applying gentle pressure, your areola filling the curve of his palm. He clutched one of your breasts and suckled at the other, taking his time there, savoring the sweet taste of your skin between his lips. The pressure building between your thighs was decadent. Your back instinctively arched, pressing your breast deeper into Hopper’s mouth, a deep groan vibrating from his chest. His hands moved to the small of your back, cradling you there as he delicately laid you back against his bed.

Hopper kissed down your stomach till he reached the waistband of your pants. His hands gingerly parted your legs, and he knelt between your thighs at the side of the bed. Feeling too shy to watch what Hopper was doing, you let your head lay back, your eyes dancing across the ceiling over Hopper’s bed. You felt his fingers deftly unbutton your pants and pull the fabric downward. The sensation of air hitting your thighs made you shiver a little. Hopper paused and asked “is this okay?” You nodded and he proceeded to remove your pants and drop them on the floor. His hands then made way to your panties, frilly pink ones you’d chosen to wear tonight…just in case. The corner of Hopper’s lip drew up in a grin as he observed how your soft pink panties were already soaked to the point of transparency with the slick of your arousal. He murmured something under his breath and lifted his face to your inner thighs. A warmth spread suddenly between your legs as his lips pressed against your most sensitive place. Your feet pressed into the side of the bed, gripping for traction. You felt your body go lighter, as if threatening to levitate in that moment. You pressed your shoulders into the bed as Hopper’s tongue glided over your clit before dipping down between your lips. He slid his hands under your ass on the bed, fondling the soft dough of your flesh beneath his grasp. Your pussy was coated in the slick of your arousal that Hopper’s tongue was spreading as he devoured you, the tip of his tongue scooping long, deep samples of your sex, lapping you up like syrup. A fluttering feeling began to blossom inside you where Hopper’s tongue was positioned. It was a new feeling, a stronger version of the previous aching. Your body began to shake, starting in your feet, then traveling up your thighs where Hopper’s face was buried, and rippling up through your stomach. Your core tensed as an orgasm convulsed your body…it was the the first time someone other than yourself had made you come…and you cried out, twisting and digging your heels into the bed as you lost all control over your body. Hopper’s face remained secure in place between your legs throughout your orgasm, even as your heels dug into his shoulders. His cock nearly erupted in his pants right then, from the sheer sexiness of you coming so hard your feet were leaving bruises on his shoulders. Your legs were still twitching as Hopper spread them apart again and placed his fingers against your entrance. You looked down and saw his face between your legs. He looked so handsome, it almost took your breath away. Hopper’s face was covered in you, his beard matted against his chin, face flushed from the heat of being buried in your sex. He held your gaze and a realization sank into your mind: that these weren’t the same eyes you’d looked into earlier. Hopper’s eyes were no longer the eyes of a friend. A heady, visceral lust had saturated Hopper’s gaze, flooding it with hunger. He carefully pressed the tips of his index and middle fingers against your entrance. Searching your expression for any sign of pain, he slowly, slowly, allowed his fingers to enter you. Your brows knit together at the slight sting Hopper’s fingers were causing inside you. His voice was husky as he spoke. “I’ll go as slow as you need me to.” A devilish grin lit the corner of his eyes. “I’ve got all night…”

You nodded for Hopper to continue, and he resumed the slow, delicate pressure of his fingers inside you, working upward, ever so gently. A sudden burning sensation at this deeper penetration caused you to tense up, your eyes squeezing shut as you fought the pain.

“It’s gonna hurt at first,” Hopper said, his voice calm and instructive. “But afterwards, it’ll feel good, from then on.” Sweat dropped from his hair down onto your stomach. “You’re in control,” he assured you. You laughed inwardly, as if you could truly be in control when Hopper had you legs-spread beneath him, rendered completely powerless. In spite of his imposing frame and raw strength, you didn’t feel intimidated by Hopper, or afraid. You knew he’d never hurt you, or ask you to do anything beyond what you were comfortable with.

Hopper continued to press his fingers inside you, feeling your walls spread for him, your pussy blooming under his touch. You felt tears escape your squeezed-shut eyes as Hopper’s fingers met their last bit of resistance; and then, with one final sting, it was over. The pain was gone. You exhaled, heavily, and immediately the space inside you that had been hurting only seconds before was now tingling in pleasure as Hopper backed his fingers carefully out of you, and then back in, pumping your cunt slowly.

“Okay,” Hopper said, adjusting himself. “Now I’m gonna get you ready for me, alright?” You nodded and watched as Hopper added a third finger at your entrance, pausing to check your eyes before entering you. This time, there was some pressure as he stretched you, but the pain was gone. He kept watching your face to confirm that he wasn’t hurting you; and when Hopper was satisfied that you could comfortably take more than his fingers, he removed them from your dripping cunt and swung a leg over you so he was straddling you. Hopper unbuckled his belt and removed it, tossing it to the floor and undoing his jeans. The bulge in his underwear was more than a little intimidating. He saw the fear that crossed your eyes and reassured you that he would go as slow as you needed him to. Hopper slid his boxers down and you gulped at the size of his erection. You were certainly no expert in penises (Hopper’s being the first you’d ever seen up-close) but it was obvious that Hopper’s size was well above the average six inches you’d heard about.

Hopper wrapped a hand around his cock and lifted one of your legs so he could enter between them. You bit your lip as he pressed his tip to your entrance. It already felt so different from the way his fingertips had felt; the head of Hopper’s cock was so much…wider. Hopper leaned over you, his body lined up with yours. Bracing himself with one hand flat on the bed next to you, his other hand moved behind your head and gathered a clump of your hair.

Hopper made sure you were looking at him as he pressed his cock into you, claiming your most private space as his own, the first man to ever fill you. Hopper grunted into your shoulder at the sensation of you, harnessing every bit of willpower he had to keep from railing you, ruining you, because goddamn, did your tight little cunt suck his dick in harder than any other woman ever had, ever could…

Your breaths were short, ragged, as Hopper panted over you, shallow thrusts followed by deeper strokes of your walls following one after the other, his pace gradually building and getting faster, harder, as he realized he wasn’t hurting you, that he wasn’t going to break you like a porcelain doll.

Hopper fucked you at this steady pace for the next twenty minutes, forcing himself back in each time you pushed him out. Your orgasms only seemed to get better each time you came as Hopper learned the pattern to watch for that told him you were about to come. When he sensed you getting close, he would slide his thumb to your clit, rubbing little circles over it so you came screaming his name instead of moaning it.

Hopper knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. He lifted his face from where he’d buried it between your neck and shoulder and looked at your face. You were so beautiful, rocking under his weight, hair bouncing at every thrust, arms splayed out across the bed, eyes closed, all the sense fucked right out of your head. Hopper pulled himself out of you just in time. His cum felt almost hot in contrast to the cool skin of your belly as Hopper spurted his thick, slippery seed onto you.

After he came, Hopper rolled onto the bed beside you. Tears were pooling in your eyes as you lay beside him. You nuzzled into his arm, and he adjusted so he could wrap it around you, pulling you into his body, his warmth, his safety, and he held you like that all night till you fell asleep in his arms… ♥︎

My poor baby probably didn’t get an ounce of sleep that night. Bro was being dragged to prison and the only thing he was worried about was whether she was breathing or not 😢. I need a man this in love with me.

Do you ever see someone that’s just so BEAUTIFUL AND FUCKING PERFECT?!?!

ITS SO BAD MY EYES ARE LITERALLY TEARING UP HELP AGH I JUST NEED HIM

i am biting at the bars of my enclosure, Spider-Man climbing around the top of it. Swinging like sias chandlier. Actually forget the enclosure I threw it it’s gone I threw it with my bare hands.