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[umnitsa]

You should mess with Jim - 6

Summary: The fun continues!

A/N: There we go, our soft bear having some fun. I hope you guys enjoy it! It'll take longer to post, but I'm still writing it! <3 Banner from @cafekitsune

Written with unholy eagerness and no proofreading!

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Sex, piv, no condoms (this is a loving fantasy and I didn't want to write them, but hey, please do not do that!)

“Hey.” You said as Jim stirred, squeezing you into a bear hug, and nuzzling your hair.

“Hey.” He answered, growling. He chuckled, after a pause. “You really drained me.” You giggled, he continued, “I feel like an old man, who can’t even stay awake after an orgasm, but in my defense, it was a really good one.”

You looked up, at him; he was looking down at you, a huge smile on his face. He licked his lips, and the smile took a predatory undertone. It made you shiver.

“My turn.”

Jim kissed you deeply, his hand covering your breast; he squeezed firmly, then ever so gently brushed his thumb over your nipple. He broke the kiss and moved to suckle on your nipple, fingers brushing gently over the other.

You buried your hands in his hair, scratching his scalp gently; he sighed and you whimpered, as he moved to suck on the other nipple. He pulled his head back and blew air softly on your peaked nipples. You shivered, to his delighted laughter.

Jim slid one thick fingertip around your nipple, enjoying the feeling of your moist skin under him. He hums, playing gently, until you started squirming. You tug on his hair, needing more. Jim stops, pulling back, looking at you with a gentle smile.

“I don’t like pain, so be careful. You should also know no amount of hair pulling will make me speed up, or move.” His expression was soft, but his voice was low and authoritative. Stern. “You can beg, begging goes a long way with me.”

You whined, nodding and feeling yourself getting wetter with the casual display of dominance.

“Good.” Jim said softly, sliding one hand down your belly, still smiling. “You say no, I stop. You say stop, I stop. I want you to enjoy every dirty thing we do together. Ok?”

“Ok.” You said, nodding. You gasped when you felt his hand cupping your pussy. His middle finger gently pressed between your labia, he rocked his hand; sliding his finger along your slit, notching the pad of his finger teasingly.

You combed his hair with your fingers, caressing the back of his head gently. He smiled, kissing your nipple, his fingers sliding in circles over your clit. He played with you until you were on the verge of tears, whimpering and trembling.

With a sigh, Jim stopped, pulling his fingers from you. He moved slowly, getting on his knees between your legs, as he sucked on his fingers. His eyes fluttered close and he hummed, a soft smile on his face.

“I’m gonna take my time, honey. I hope you don’t mind.” He said softly, then lowered himself to lick along your slit. He hummed, clearly delighted. You braced yourself, a fleeting thought reminding you’re about to experience what you only saw in all those movies.

Jim pressed his face against your pussy, grunting, nuzzling your clit while his tongue moved slowly against your hole. He growled, languidly moving against you.

You looked down and you saw him frowning, concentrated, his tongue slithering into your folds, teasing your hole with little pokes and prods. Your eyes rolled back; you moaned, unable to deal with the dual sensations of seeing him and feeling his tongue at the same time.

Jim was lost in sensation, your skin against his face, your smell, your taste. You whimpered, squirming against him, your hands pressing his head, caressing his hair.

He rejoiced in the feeling of your thighs pressing on his ears. This isn’t for show. This is real.

Your hips trembled on his hands, tensing and spasming, your whimpers a distant noise muffled by flesh and skin.

“Jim, please…” You whined.

With a sigh, he raised his head, pushing two fingers into you. His face was wet, glistening, his eyes glassy. He licked his lips, enjoying your flavor, then looked down at his fingers.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mused, in awe. “His eyes met yours, he licked his lips. “Come for me, please, honey.”

His pleading voice hid an order, somehow, and you felt as if you didn’t have a choice. You tightened against his fingers, making him moan and go back to licking your clit.

You came with a racket, whimpering and mewling, your hips pushing against his finger.

“Fuck.” He cursed softly, pulling away, on his knees, watching you. You had never seen him harder, in any of the movies. Precome pulsed freely, making his cock glisten under the lights. He squeezed the base of his cock, throwing his head back with a moan.

You watched, your mouth hanging open, your eyes half lidded. He looked so sexy it rendered you momentarily dumb; not one thought crossing your head.

“Do you want to rest, honey?” He asked, laying down by your side, his hands rubbing and squeezing your waist, your hips, your ass.

“I do need one moment.” You chuckled softly, your legs still trembling.

Jim chuckled, hugging you tight against his body. He rested his cock between your legs, length pressed against your slit.

“How can you stay still like this?” You asked. You felt so desperate, just the feel of his thick cock between your legs was enough to make you squirm and thrust, sliding against his length with languid moves.

“I’m a patient man.” Jim chuckled into your ear and kissed your neck and your shoulder. “You’re so needy.”

“I need you. Inside of me.” You complained.

“I thought you needed a moment?” Jim teased, still chuckling.

“I changed my mind!” You whined, pushing against him.

Jim kissed you, deeply, slowly, lovingly. You felt yourself melt under his attentions, his hands moving all over you. You felt your body stilling, until you just felt your cunt pulsing against his length, your body completely relaxed.

He watched you, smiling as he caressed your back, your hips, your ass, his hand smoothing and grabbing every inch of skin he could reach. You sighed, closing your eyes.

Jim moved, slowly, laying you on your back, one of your legs propped over his folded thigh. He kneeled, massaging your ankle down to your thigh, as he straddled your other leg. He kissed your foot gently as he moved, until the head of his cock was notched into your hole. He then hooked your leg around him, leaving you on your side.

He kept massaging you, distracting you with caresses. You melted under his big hands sighing.

“Relax, honey.” He ordered, as he pushed inside you.

Jim grunted, watching your surprised expression. You gasped, wide eyed, and turned your face to look at him.

“I know, I know… It’s big, but you can take it.” Jim growled softly. “That’s exactly what you came here for, wasn’t it?”

You blinked back tears of pleasure, nodding eagerly.

“Fuck, honey, you’re so tight.” He squeezed your thigh, then pulled back and grabbed your ass cheek, raising it a little so he could see your hole stretched around his cock. “You take me so well… so warm.”

Jim closed his eyes and grabbed your hand, raising it to his lips. He started moving his hips gently, slowly, kissing and licking your palm, suckling on your fingers, every movement of his hips and tongue unhurried, deliberate.

You expected him to move faster, but he never did. He just kept the steady, sedate rhythm, dragging you gently to the precipice of your pleasure.

Jim grunted softly as he moved, moaning against your palm whenever you squeezed him. You wanted to come, you could feel him close, pulsing inside you, his teeth scraping against your palm.

“Please, Jim, please…” You whined, watching him with big, watery eyes. “Please, baby, I can’t take this slow, I want to come!”

“Shhhhh, darling, you can take it.” He comforted you, dragging your hand to cup his face. His beard scratched and tickled your palm, and you dragged your fingernails against his cheek, petting him. “We are so close.”

He didn’t speed up, but his thrusts got stronger, with him grinding against you every thrust, pressing your clit. You felt your legs tense, with the head of his cock dragging against that special spot inside you.

“There. There.” Jim mumbled, and kept torturing you with his unhurried thrusts, watching you closely, his eyes half lidded.

You got lost in the soothing movement, and your orgasm took you by surprise. You tightened around him, making him smile, throw his head back. His hips ground against yours in small pulses; with a roar, he spilled inside you.

Jim crumbled beside you, wrapping his arms around your body and crushing you against him.

“Fuck, honey.” He mused, distracted, his voice low and dreamy. “Been fucking my way through life; never like this.”

“Hm?” You grunted, nuzzling him. “Like this?”

“Yeah.” He yawned. “Exactly he way I wanted.” He kissed your shoulder, your neck, then nuzzled your hair. “ ‘s like you were made for me.”

You smiled, eyes closed, basking in the afterglow.

Jim propped his head on his arm and watched your naked body curled with his. He watched you breathing deeply, his mind lost in a pleased daze.

His mind raced through countless encounters, countless partners, the cameras, everything and everyone demanding him to be a machine. You just took him, however he wanted. You took what he had to give at the moment, and you didn’t complain, didn’t frown, didn’t make him feel bad.

You squirmed and his cock twitched, threatening to rise again.

He had to remind himself he was a patient man.

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[umnitsa]

You should mess with Jim - 5

Summary: You woke up in his bed, by yourself, to find Big Jim cooking you breakfast. Then you have sex.

A/N: I don't even know, they took control. The next part will be the continuation of their sweet encounter, I promise! <3 Hope you enjoy it, and if you do, please tell me hahahahah <3

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Oral, M receiving.

Jim woke up in the early morning, feeling warm, feeling different. It took a while for him to recognize the warmth at his back as you.

He was the little spoon, for the first time ever.

He smiled, your arm heavy around his body, your hand possessively sprawled over his chest. He didn’t know what you were dreaming of, but you were draped around him, hugging him tight.

He chuckled softly, and you nuzzled his back in your sleep, grumbling.

Jim waited until your arms relaxed and scooted out of bed.

For a moment, he watched you sleep and thought of his choices. How his fear of commitment made him settle into a lifestyle without companionship.

He did talk about his work, and while you’re a fan, you didn’t mention it. You look at him with lust, but it’s… different. You even said he is gorgeous.

Jim sighed and pulled his pajama pants off, moving into the shower.

He tried not to think about the girlfriends he tried to have, and all the times they tried to make him stop working, and wouldn’t understand that he couldn’t. Jim didn’t think he could have another work, he couldn’t be a part of society anymore… He had been in porn for too long. It didn’t matter anyway, the first flick marked you forever.

What he did set him apart from other people; what he did was dirty. Improper. People looked at him differently the moment they knew. They treated him differently.

Jim dried himself off, then went back to the bedroom, naked. He smiled at your sleeping form and got a pair of shorts. Breakfast.

You would need the energy to deal with him, he was hungry.

For food too.

He moved to the kitchen, deciding to wake you up once he had breakfast ready. But sometime while he was frying some bacon, he felt your arms around his chest. You hummed, pressing your cheek against his back.

“Good morning, sweets.” He rumbled, turning to hug you tight. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” You nuzzled him and kissed his cheeks. “So comfortable…”

“The bed?” Jim asked, turning to the frying pan.

“And you. Damn, you’re comfortable.” You chuckled, sitting at the table. Jim smiled to himself as he started serving the plates. “I had the best dreams. I dreamed I was hugging a huge teddy bear.”

“Oooh, that’s probably why I woke as the little spoon.” He teased, putting some bacon and eggs in front of you. “Don’t blush! I liked it. There’s always a first for everything.”

“Jim!” You whined, covering your face with your hands. He felt this need to just carry you back to bed and ravish you, but… He was somewhat of a gentleman. You giggled, the sound making him feel warm. “Oh, god, did I really make you the little spoon?”

“Uhum.” Jim nodded and sat in front of you, after pouring coffee for both of you. “You were holding me so tight. Did someone want to steal the bear in your dream?”

You stared at him, shocked. He laughed, delighted.

“I hope you don’t make it a habit,” Jim said, starting to eat. “I actually like being the big spoon.”

Jim watched as you quickly focused on the food, the mere suggestion of continued intimacy making you skittish. Made him want to hunt you, chase you until you’re under his body, screaming in pleasure. Soon enough.

He made you eat and offered a shower, which you accepted eagerly. Jim moved to the bedroom, laying back on the bed, petting his belly, his cock hardening in expectation. He took his shorts off and threw them off the bed almost as an afterthought.

You looked almost shy at his bedroom door, wrapped in a towel. You looked a bit insecure, shuffling your feet.

“C’mere, sweetie.” He patted the bed. “Lose the towel.”

You walked slowly toward the bed, then stopped right beside it and dropped the towel

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Jim said softly, grabbing his cock and squeezing himself. “I can’t wait to touch you. C’mon, don’t make me wait.”

He sounded almost desperate, pleading. You smiled to yourself, blushing, and climbed on the bed hiding your face on his chest.

“I keep thinking of all the beautiful women you…” You muttered against his chest, feeling him shift, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you close.

“I’m not sure they were attracted to me.” He interrupted, and you could feel his breath on your hair. “Hell, I wasn’t attracted to them sometimes. It’s work, we’re hired to give other people pleasure. This is different.”

Jim placed his thigh between yours, pressing your lower back, so you can grind against him.

“I want you.” He said, looking into your eyes, and grabbing your hips, pushing you down against his thigh. “I want you so much.”

You whimpered, kissing his neck, his chin, his cheek.

“I can’t believe I have you here… I’m touching you…” You moaned, your hands on his shoulders. “You’re like a fantasy come true. So gorgeous.”

He watched you, smiling, your eyes wide, glinting as you felt his chest, squeezing his pecs, his biceps. He felt your hands and lips over his skin, sliding, pressing; you were worshipping him.

Jim blushed, as you caressed and kissed his skin. You were like a fluttering presence over and around him, your skin, soft, brushing as you moved. Your lips dried with every kiss, then you paused, licked your lips, and there was the seductive slippery moisture back. He grunted, caressing your skin where he could reach as you squirmed over him.

You moved down his body, your hands open over his belly. He felt a bit self-conscious… Jim knew he wasn’t in the best shape. His mind flashed briefly with shame, with the thought he should be more like his coworkers, muscular and lean, but he caught you looking up at him, with a bright smile, your eyes unfocused. You looked so… Happy.

“Sweetie…” He sounded almost like a warning. Your hands moved to his hips, grabbing, his cock resting against his belly, leaking a puddle of precome.

“That’s how I know you’re enjoying this.” You said, holding his cock gently and raising it with your fingertips delicately, licking the precome from his belly.

“Hmmm?” He grunted, confused. You could feel his cock pulsing, you could see it flowing from him abundantly; it made your mouth water. His blue eyes were focused on your lips, as you licked them. “Jesus, woman…”

You blushed, shyly giggling. You looked like you were hiding something, and he wanted to know. He needed to know everything about you, he needed to consume you. He took a deep breath.

“What?” The question sounded like an order, one impossible to resist or ignore. You whined, hiding your face. His hand cradled your head, palm pressing up, raising your face to look at him. “Tell me.”

“I noticed on the videos… When you’re enjoying yourself, your cock gets so hard, and pulses…” You grabbed the base of his cock firmly and slid your hand up; he was all slippery. “So much precome… The wetter it is, the more aroused you are. It makes my mouth water.”

“You noticed…” Jim looked at you in wonder. It seemed such a small detail to notice, something that would need some mindful observation over a continued amount of time. It filled him with some indistinctive form of joy, the idea that you got off on his pleasure, that you kept watching him, and watching, to the point you noticed some particular detail. He kept looking down, eyes wide, mouth half open, as you suckled on the head, soft grunts escaping from his mouth.

You hummed, sucking greedily on him, and part of him felt sad there wasn’t a camera there to capture the beauty of your pleasured expression. He knew the camera would only capture a fraction of it, but he couldn’t rely on his mind only to retain that image. You looked up and he growled, tugging on your hair.

“Enough.” He gruffed, trying to pull you from him, but you just sucked harder, grabbing his hips. “Fuck, sweetie, you keep this, and I… Jesus fucking Christ, woman, I’ll come. I won’t be able to…” He trailed off into a moan.

You didn’t release him, instead, you sucked harder, one hand tight against the base, unwilling to let go. You kept sliding more of him into your mouth, hungrily. He moaned, his eyes closing, his body tense and tight, one hand grabbing at your hair, the other at your arm.

Jim looked down at you, his eyes half-lidded, grunting. He held your head with both hands and thrust up eagerly but gently, he didn’t want to hurt you or make you gag.

You whined, swallowing around him, your eyes glinting with unshed tears.

“So good to me…” He moaned. “Gonna make me come, sweetie.” A grunt cut his train of thought, and he needed a couple of moments to wade through the pleasure. “Gonna fill your beautiful, slutty mouth.”

You swallowed as he came, in thick spurts, his shaft pulsing violently against your tight lips. He moaned and grunted, as he thrust up until it became almost too sensitive. Jim hissed; you tried to pull away, but he held your head, gently.

“No, no, no…” He petted your cheek. “Suck me dry, baby.” His voice sounded strained, and he moaned. “Swallow it all.”

Jim released your head, his soft cock slipping through your lips. He combed your hair gently, as he pulled you up to rest on his chest. He breathed deeply, petting your back.

“Give me one second to catch my breath.” His eyes fluttered close, a wide smile taking his face. You giggled, nuzzling him.

“Enjoy. You can use your mouth and your fingers to… retribute soon.” You chuckled, petting his chest.

“I’ll need a bit more to recover my wits so I can answer.” He chuckled, squeezing your body against his.

“You’re looking giddy.” Jim softly said after a while, with an amused tone of voice. You couldn’t help but feel giddy, his pleasure was visible and obvious.

“It’s good to see you come, but it’s even better to feel it, to hear it.” You said, blushing. “I’m proud I did that.”

“You should be.” He squinted at you, smiling, and you burst into laughter. “Really. A huge part of my job is keeping my cool until they get all the angles, and…”

You pressed your face against his side and bit him lightly.

“Ow.” Jim looked mock hurt. “I’m just praising my good girl for being the hungriest little whore I’ve ever met, making me nut like a teenager in her mouth.”

You giggled, feeling warm all over, and watched his face until the joke died and you were just looking into each other’s eyes.

“I want to please you.” You said softly, crawling over him; you kissed him deeply, on his lips, sliding your tongue against his until you were both breathless. “I want to see you come… For me.”

“Fuck.” He squeezed you tightly against him.

***

You two fell back into a comfortable silence and you reached a place of almost sleep, your body moving with his breathing, his arm a solid presence over your back.

He looked so much more beautiful up close, relaxed. And his noises… His voice… You took deep breaths, thinking of the stickiness between your legs.

You really wanted to please him. He gave you so much pleasure, maybe not in person, but with his image. The way he moved, his noises… You paid for it all by watching advertising and acquiring subscriptions to sites that made you feel ashamed of yourself. But you also came so many times thinking of his eyes, his hands, his wide chest, his thighs... And now he was there, under your fingertips.

You wanted to give back.

You wanted to feel… To see him trembling under you, his eyes unfocused, lost in his own pleasure.

He snored, which made you chuckle. You could wait.

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[umnitsa]

You should mess with Jim - 4

Summary: Big Jim thinks of you at work. You watch him and give in to an impulse

A/N: Sex workers are awesome. This is all written in a badly informed place of admiration. This one got away from me. Not proofread, I hope it's all right. I really hope you like it.

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: PIV, lots of sex, but not with Reader.

Jim missed the gonzo days. He wondered when did he stop having fun. It used to be easy, just tape some fun between two willing attractive people. Some make-believe with a guy holding a camera between your legs, while you wonder if your asshole is on the shot.

People were mostly high on everything then.

But things changed, somehow.

At least the production value could be a bit higher now. He smiled, looking in the mirror. He was a police officer a few weeks earlier, and now he was a teacher.

This was a producing company he liked to work for. Mostly fetish scenes, good pay, good viewing base, and they enjoyed him. The comments were crazy. The comments on the previews in the free sites were crazy.

He still had something.

Thank heavens it allowed him to pick and choose his jobs.

Well, it didn’t help he was smart and saved, the moment he realized it wouldn’t last forever.

He moved to the set, an office room, with a sofa. Jim felt thankful, it wasn’t really comfortable to fuck on a desk. He always preferred beds, but sofas were doable.

He suddenly felt old.

“Come on, buddy.” Jim muttered to himself and stepped into the set. The light makes it hot and just slightly uncomfortable. The tie didn’t help.

The fact that his partner looked like you helped even less.

Jim didn’t even need the help of his hand to get hard.

The cameras started rolling and if he had to be honest, he just didn’t pay much attention to the acting. Her eyes looked just like yours, her invitation lacked your intensity.

He could fool himself for an afternoon. Empty his balls, get over his tension, and have some fun.

The sofa was more comfortable than it looked. He decided as he sat, patting his thigh. The girl crawled over him, her ass to the camera, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He slid his huge hand over her ass, his cock hard, pressed against her side, as he imagined you in the same position.

Jim has to admit he wants to spank you for teasing him unwittingly, and he’s suddenly glad to have this girl.

His hand struck hard, and he squeezed the asscheek, enjoying the sight of the red skin between his fingers. Jim slid his hand over the girl’s back and grabbed her hair, pulling her back, making her back arch. With the girl still arched, he used his free hand to spank the untouched asscheek.

She whimpered.

“Look at that…” He pulled her thong aside, exposing her pussy and her ass to the camera. He gave into his little fantasy and brushed his thumb along her slit. She squirmed, moaning, and his fantasy was crushed, it just wasn’t your voice. He decided to get back at life by swatting at her ass.

He fingered her ever so gently, slowly adding fingers, until he had three knuckle-deep inside her.

He got a sign to carry on, keep moving towards the end of the shoot. With a pointed look at the director, he shakes his head and twists his three fingers inside the girl.

She needed to be prepared.

He didn’t want to hurt her.

He didn’t want to hurt you.

She moaned loudly, pushing her ass back, against his hand. He twists his fingers once more, then again and again and again… She trembled on his lap, her body relaxing. Good. Better.

Jim pulled his fingers, taking a moment to suck on them, as the girl slides to her knees between his legs. She grabs his thighs, hands moving to his belt seductively. He knew that was a good moment to take some beautiful images. Fuck, she really looked like you. Hell, maybe she didn’t, maybe he just wanted her to look like you, but… Right now, as he looks at his cock, the thick, angry red head pulsing precome against her lips, he can only see you.

She sucked Jim for the camera. He used his hands to frame her face, to cup her head, composing the image. He knew how his thick fingers looked, wrapped in hair. He knew his part in composing the picture. Jim tried to push his cock into her mouth, wanting a pretty image of your lips around his cock. She moaned again, and once more the illusion is shattered. It’s not your voice.

Jim growled, frustrated, and tugged on her hair, receiving a whimper in response.

He stood up, then grabbed the girl’s hair, and thrust his cock in her face’s direction. She took the hint and goes back to sucking. He looked down at her, with a stern face, pulled the tie off, then opened the shirt.

He closed his eyes, feeling her hands on his hips. Eyes closed, he can go back to the fantasy of you. On your knees, in front of him, your mouth on his cock, your hands on his hips, on his balls, grabbing his cock, squeezing his ass.

Blessed be your sweet beautiful soft delightful hands. He grabs one of them and makes you stretch your arm up high. He leans, pulling back from your mouth, and licks the tip of your fingers. He suckled on them softly, as he feels you licking the head of his cock.

The girl stops sucking and he takes a deep breath before opening his eyes, releasing her hand, breaking the fantasy willingly this time. Jim grabs his belt as she takes her clothes off as fast as possible. With one swift movement, he pulls the belt from his pants, then rolls it against his hand. With the tips of his fingers, he opened his pants, then took them off. She kneels on the sofa, ass up.

Jim had a scowl the whole time he spanked her with the belt. It made him look almost scary. A treat for the spectators. He knew it always made an impression, especially if he is playing more dominant.

He tries to get through the spanking as fast as he could, without hurting the girl. Belts were sexy but he preferred using his hands.

After the spanking, he kneeled on the floor, letting the cameraman come over his shoulder, take a shot of his hands on her ass, thumbing her pussy. After the camera moved back, he pushed his face into her pussy. The girl starts moaning loudly, repeatedly, as he licked and nuzzled her.

Jim made sure she was wet, before standing up again. He pulled the girl’s labia apart, exposing her hole to the camera, then pressed the head of his cock against it, making sure the camera could get how tiny her holes looked compared to the girth of his cock.

He pushed the head gently in, slowly. She grabbed his arm and squeezed, her whole body tensing, then a trembling moan comes out of her lips.

“You wanted it, didn't you?” He said, sternly, trying to buy her some time to adjust. “Now take it.”

He could feel her squeezing him, soft noises coming off her lips. The pleasure of working with someone who enjoys the scene. He pulled back and thrust again, fucking her with just the tip of his cock, until she pushed back. He stopped moving for a moment, he wanted her to impale herself on him, cock hungry is always a good look for the girls.

His cock slid halfway in and she howled in pleasure.

“I know, I know…” He caressed her back gently, rocking against her the moment she relaxed. “But I’m sure we can make it fit.” Jim grabbed her asscheeks, pulling them apart, letting the camera take a close-up of her hole stretched around his cock. “You can take it.” He pushed, getting himself fully inside.

It was a beautiful sight, her body arching, a sweet desperate moan coming from her mouth.

How would you sound? He wondered as he started to thrust, gently at first, then faster. He put her in all the usual positions and fucked her, over and over and over, until it got hard for him to keep his cool. Jim huffed and grunted with each movement of his hips, enjoying the girl’s moans and whimpers.

He got the sign to end the shoot; he leaned, covering the woman’s body with his and whispering in her ear.

“Wanna come?” He grunted, too low for the mics. She looked at him wide-eyed and nodded. He raised his voice, back in the scene. “Come for me.”

Jim moved so he could rub the woman’s clit with his fingers, gently experimenting until he could feel her squeezing, sweet whimpers coming from her lips with every thrust, until she came around him. He tried to be gentle, but her pussy, so wet, tight, and warm, was getting him too close to coming.

He pushed the actress to the floor and positioned himself quickly over her, hand moving fast on his cock, sliding easily as he was covered in her slick.

Jim closed his eyes, frowning, head back. He growled and grunted, coming on her tits, each spurt an ocean. He moaned, babbling incoherent praise.

His thoughts were on you. Your sweet smile, and the way you blushed.

***

You hadn’t seen Jim in a few weeks, and you didn’t want to be weird about it, so you didn’t say anything. You decided to settle for an early evening, the little devil inside you pushing you into some porn website.

The little devil also begged you to look for Jim in it.

There was a new preview, five minutes. You couldn’t help but watch it.

Fuck, he looked perfect. You threw your mobile on the bed and changed into a big t-shirt, almost in a trance. You quickly grabbed a six-pack of beer and a big bag of chips, and all but ran to Jim’s house.

You hesitated before knocking, a small prayer on your lips. Please, be there.

You shifted from one foot to the other, anxiously. You just wanted to be around him, to have his attention, to hear him, just to breathe the same air as him. You wanted the focus of his blue eyes on you, to watch him laugh at your awkwardness, and you really wanted it right now.

He opened the door, in his pajama pants, shirtless.

You felt your mouth watering at the sight.

Jim blinked, cocking his head to the side, looking down at you, curiously.

“I thought we could hang out a bit.” You raised your hands, the beer and the chips an offering at his altar. He laughed, delighted.

“Sweetie, you’re something.” He opened the door, inviting you inside. “Are you high?”

“I’m completely sober right now.” You said as he lead you to the sofa.

“Let’s rectify that,” Jim said, grabbing a beer and opening it. “C’mon, sit down, I’ll get a bowl for the chips.” He lighted a cigarette and moved towards his kitchen, beer in one hand, cigarette in the other. You sighed, looking at the expanse of his back.

“Ooooo, fancy.” You sat on the sofa and opened a beer. You took off your shoes and crossed your legs, holding your can with both hands.

“C’mon, you’re visiting, I have to have at least a little class.” Jim came back with a large bowl. He placed the cigarette on the ashtray, and his beer on the little table; he opened the bag, threw the chips on the bowl, then folded the package. “I didn’t know you were that kind of girl.”

You giggled, leaning towards him. You felt lightheaded in his presence, your nipples and pussy tingling with arousal.

“You know I’m not blind,” Jim said, licking his lips. “You come here, all flushed, wide-eyed, with those pleading eyes. You’re wet, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” You said, a bit ashamed, but not finding a reason to lie.

“Why did you come here?” He leaned, looking into your eyes. “Don’t lie.”

“I…” You hesitated, his command was intimidating. Almost in a good way. “I just wanted to be around you.”

“Fuck, darling…” He groaned, moving to cup your face. “You’re too sweet.”

The sofa was huge, big enough for Jim to lie down. It was a giant comfortable piece of furniture. He took the beer from your hands, leaving the can beside his own, and held your hands, tugging you to lie over him.

Jim slid his big hand over your back, rubbing slow, lazy circles. He felt so warm, and he seemed everywhere. You rested your face on his chest, kissing his chest a few times, on a whim. He tasted like sweat.

“What was that for?” He rumbled, looking down.

“For the way you make me feel.” You said softly, looking up into his eyes, then kissed his chest some more. You nuzzled him softly then finally rested your cheek against him. “Thank you.”

Jim chuckled, petting you slowly but firmly. You relaxed against him. His warmth and the pressure of his hand sent tingles over your body, you could feel your arousal pooling in your lower belly.

You didn’t move, afraid he would stop.

You stayed, quiet, your arousal mounting until you couldn’t help but whimper.

“You should stay the night.” His voice rumbled deep. “Did you lock your door?”

“I am not sure but I’m not moving.” You whined, squirming a little. You felt his cock hard along your thigh and you moaned. “Fuck, Jim.”

Jim grabbed your ass gently, enjoying your pleased noises. You slid your fingertips over his chest, nuzzling him.

“You’re too sweet.” His voice vibrated through your body, the sadness palpable in his voice.

“Everybody deserves some sweetness.” You said, gently. “Even people who think they don’t deserve it.”

Jim pulled you from him, to look into your eyes. He just stayed there for a long time, you felt he was looking into your soul.

“Why do you want me?” He asked, gravely.

“You’re gorgeous.” You said, softly, without even thinking. “How can I not? You’re a god.”

“Dramatic.” He chuckled, his expression softening. He looked almost shy, all of a sudden.

“Have you seen yourself?” You moved up his body, kissing his cheek, his chin. “I don’t know. I can’t explain.” You kissed him lightly on his lips. “The fact you’re gentle and nice doesn’t help either.”

Jim’s hand moved to the back of your head and he pulled you to him. His lips covered yours, the mustache tickling your face. It was a deep kiss, his tongue moving against yours, gentle in ways that could bring tears to your eyes. He broke the kiss, smiling, his eyes focused on yours.

“I’m really tired.” He said softly. “Sleep here. With me. We’ll see what you want to do in the morning.”

You nodded, your mouth drying up. Jim nudged you to stand up and took you to his bedroom.

The huge bed was the first thing you noticed. You blushed, thinking of what could happen. Jim placed a hand on your lower back and nudged you forward.

He stopped you right beside the bed and tugged on your shirt until you raised your arms, so he could take it off you. He then knelt, tugging on your shorts, pulling them off.

“Thank you.” You said, climbing on his bed and getting comfortable.

Jim nodded, looking at you with a soft smile. He then climbed beside you.

You hesitated, for a moment considering how you should position yourself, and Jim just grabbed you, making you rest your head on his chest, your body half laying over his. His arm cradled your back, his hand on your back, keeping you against him.

He kissed the top of your head, and you felt all warm inside.

“G’night, sweetie.” He muttered against your hair. His deep breathing lulled you into sleep.

#maycore #mayb writes #hopper smut #jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x fem!reader #pornstar!jimhopper

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You should mess with Jim

Summary: You just moved and found out your neighbor is your favorite porn actor.

A/N: I can't stop thinking of this and I won't stop myself anymore. We may have an overload of pornstar!hopper fics, with different readers and, hell, this is my personal self-indulgent paradise. The Big Jim name was totally inspired by @hopsgirl (thanks, by the way! <3).

I am terrible with names, you should forgive me.

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Mentions of sex and descriptions. Reader is naughty.

You huffed, looking at the kitchen. Most things were in place, and the move was finally over. It took a few days of intense concentration and take-out food, but it was finally over.

You set the coffee machine and decided to be useful and take the trash out.

The first rays of the sun were visible, and the day was just cold enough to be comfortable, even with your nipples pebbled against your tshirt. The trash bags were annoying, but there was this underlying sensation of accomplishing something that made you feel good.

You disposed of the trash bags and took a deep breath. This was the beginning of something in your life. Something good, clean, and better. Healthier.

Less computer, less video games, less porn. More sunlight. Enough feeling like a cave goblin after an earth-shattering orgasm brought by your latest toy and some dirty fanfic. Enough nights watching whole careers in porn with a hand between your legs.

You felt good.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw some movement; good, neighbors! You turned, a smile on your face, to be greeted with the sexiest image you had ever seen in your life.

He was tall, immensely tall, his shoulders wide. His dirty blonde hair, thinning at the front. The strong chin, covered in overgrown facial hair, long, but just long enough for you to know it is just an unkempt mustache.

He was wearing low-hung blue pajama pants and a light robe, no shirt. No underwear.

You knew every detail of his body, down to the veins on his long, thick cock.

That was Big Jim.

One of your favorite porn actors.

How many times have you watched him manhandle women just like you, keeping them open for the camera, as he ruined them forever, with that monster he called a cock?

You stared, as he turned. He watched you there, frozen, watching him. With a chuckle, he lowered his head a bit, raising his eyebrows amusedly.

You waved, awkwardly, and he waved back. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he moved back to his house. One big hand slid down his belly, to absentmindedly caress his cock, as he slowly walked.

How many times have you imagined yourself suckling on the head, swallowing the abundant precome he pulses when he’s aroused?

You quickly went back to the house, not wanting to think of it anymore. Ok, your neighbor was Big Jim, but that didn’t mean anything. You were not going to be the creepy weird neighbor for him. You respected his work.

Oh, god, you respected his work.

You poured yourself some coffee, thinking about how you need to look less stupid the next time you see each other.

***

Jim chuckled, resting against the closed door. It had been a while since he was recognized.

He scratched his cheek, then squeezed his cock.

The kind of people who recognized him these days was always interesting. He wasn’t completely retired, he always picked something if he liked the idea, but he was prolific in his time.

And it was sweet, even when it was weird. The small thrill and the reactions when they understood from where exactly they knew him.

A shy smile from an older lady in a restaurant, a weird high-five from a middle-aged man in a convenience store, the soccer mom unashamedly slipping him her number in the supermarket.

It was always a moment of doubt followed by some thought. Until the right image surfaced, and the realization flashed in people’s eyes. It was a process, and sometimes it happened fast.

But never as fast as you.

You recognized him immediately, your eyes widening. That kind of look, startled and amazed, he only gets from connoisseurs and fans. People usually felt a bit ashamed once the realization hit, but you stood there, awkwardly aroused under the morning sun.

You looked like a little pervert who could provide a ton of fun. And the hunger, so clear in your eyes, made him half hard. He even had to give himself a little squeeze, so he could at least reach the house without tenting his pants. You could help him with his boredom.

Well, he could be a good neighbor and bake you some cookies.

#maycore #mayb writes #hopper smut #jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x fem!reader #pornstar!jimhopper

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You should mess with Jim - 3

Summary: Big Jim brings the reader cookies. Reader is awkward.

A/N: I don't know, they just got all respectful and awkward and sweet. Please, let me know if you like this, even in dms! <3 Writers need feedback <3 There will be sex in the next one! (not with reader tho!)

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Descriptions of sex. Everybody is horny, nobody does anything.

This was a nightmare. You were sleeping late, and your doorbell rang. You jumped off your bed and ran to answer just to find Big Jim, looking straight right out of a lewd movie. He was wearing shorts and an old polo shirt, freshly shaven, his thick mustache curved on a smirk. Jim chuckled, carefully holding a plate of cookies.

“Hey neighbor. I’m sorry I caught you in a bad time.” He chuckled softly. “I just wanted to say welcome.”

“Oh, no, I was just…” You ran your hands through your hair, now painfully aware you were not wearing a bra and your nipples were probably showing, because they were rock hard. “You caught me. Late evening partying on the internet.”

You regretted the joke the moment it left your lips, anyone would probably assume the worth (and be right). Jim just laughed.

“Best way to party, you’re already comfortable, there’s food nearby… The only issue is the mess the next day, washing the sheets and everything.” Jim shrugged. You blushed.

Your mind went straight to the sheets in your bed, drenched with sweat, lube, and come. You couldn’t help yourself, after seeing him sunbathing, and you spent most of the night watching his movies, trying to burn through the desire you felt for him. So that you could at least behave normally around him.

You could see him watching your expression with amusement, relaxed, and that comforted you. He didn’t see you as creepy, yet, but you knew you had the potential.

“Would you like to come in?” You blurted, pointing at the plate of cookies. “This is way too much for me. I can make some coffee…”

“I would like that.” Jim stifled his laughter, changing his stance.

You opened the door for him and stepped aside, groaning.

“I just realized I invited you for breakfast.”

“Brunch.” He chuckled, looking at his watch. That fucking watch. He wore it (or a similar model) in every single video. “Absolutely appropriate.”

You made him sit on the sofa and moved to the kitchen, to make some coffee.

***

Jim chuckled to himself. You tried to be so… Proper. It was almost refreshing. He had had his run with inconsiderate fans before.

And it was truly adorable how your mind just went blank when you were around him. It felt like a preview of how you would look, all fucked out on his hands.

You came around the sofa with two mugs, which you placed on the small table, with the plate of cookies, then you sat by his side.

“I didn’t ask if you wanted milk.” You said softly, and he felt his eyes drawn to your nipples. Jim felt grateful for his job teaching him how to deal with his arousal without looking like an asshole. He adjusted himself on the sofa, covering his crotch with the shirt.

He actually wanted to talk to you, even if he loved your hungry longing looks whenever he touched his cock.

“It’s ok.” He smiled, leaning forward, deciding right that moment he would tease you. He grabbed a cookie and took a healthy bite. “The other day, when I first saw you by the trashcans… You really looked like you recognize me. Do we know each other? I’m pretty sure I would remember a pretty thing like you.”

Jim leaned back, smirking, watching your reaction. You looked mortified, your skin visibly hot with shame. Your eyes widened, eyebrows shooting up, as you considered what to say. Your little confused expression made him feel warm inside. He just wanted to crush you in a hug and kiss your shame away. He was about to speak when your shoulders slumped, your face a picture of defeat.

“This is mean, you know?” You chuckled, covering your face with your hands. “You’re mean!”

“Oh, sweetie…” Jim laughed, extending his hands, and patting your knee. “Don’t worry. It’s ok. It’s all right.” His hand slid over your thigh, rubbing soothingly. He fought the desire to move his fingers up your thighs. “Come on, I’m just playing with you and trying to get the elephant out of the room. That reaction of yours…” He trailed into a chuckle.

“And I recognized you instantly.” You moaned sadly, obviously awkward. Jim scooted closer, keeping a hand on your knee, patting you softly. “What does that say about me?”

“That you are a healthy adult who enjoys certain kinds of adult entertainment,” Jim said softly. “Did you have fun? Watching.”

“Fuck, yes.” You giggled, finding some humor in the situation.

“Then it’s all good.” Jim patted your thigh one last time and hesitated before pulling his hand back. You placed a hand on his arm, sliding gently. He could feel your fingers, gripping, feeling him. “So, how was the move, are you settled, can I help you with anything?”

You were delightful, Jim thought, as he spent a few hours with you. So sweet. Except for the ‘fuck me’ eyes, and whoa, they came out often. He didn’t even think you were doing it consciously, it was a reaction to him, an expression of your desire.

It made him warm inside.

Made him want to fuck you silly too.

You probably made the sweetest sounds.

Jim caught himself in bed, hard and unable to sleep, thinking of you mewling as he kissed down your body, giving special attention to your pretty nipples. He grunted, laying on his belly. He would wake up with his underwear sticky, and he couldn’t even touch himself, because he had a gig; he didn’t want to risk ruining the money shot.

It was a nightmare.

#maycore #mayb writes #hopper smut #jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x fem!reader #pornstar!jimhopper

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You should mess with Jim - 7

Summary: Big Jim is out for the week, he's eager to go back home! Maybe to your home :3

A/N: I don't even know, my friends. It just came to me as a flash, and damn, I missed Big Jim. By now I'm not sure we are going anywhere but the bedroom with those two bunnies. <3

Banner from @cafekitsune

Written with unholy eagerness and absolutely no proofreading!

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Fingering, degradation (in a loving way), cockwarming, talks of Jim being an old man (any age gap is on your mind, I didn't write it!)

Jim had to be patient.

You two had a lovely day together and unwillingly parted ways. At least he wished you could have stayed more.

Fuck, you were cuddly. And you let him indulge in his laziness, curled on top of him, wasting hours of your time just enjoying the feeling of your skins touching.

But he couldn’t fuck you that night. He had a bit of a resurgence and, fuck, money was money. So he was going to travel for work, a week. He told you so, with sadness, and you just shyly asked if you could see him when he came back.

Jim wanted to sweep you into his arms and crush your body against his.

He never hated his work that much.

Every night he wondered if he should call you, and he broke his resolve by wednesday night.

“Hey, sweetie.” He softly gruffed.

“Jim!” You chirped happily. “I was hoping you would call.”

“Didn’t want to bother you.” He said softly. “If I knew I wouldn’t would have called earlier.”

You giggled, making him open a huge smile. He placed a hand behind his head, laying on the bed. Jim felt the stirrings of desire in his lower belly. Jim closed his eyes and exhaled, he still had shoots in the next day… Jim looked at his dick and huffed. He was surely regretting his policy of saving himself for the moneyshot that moment.

“What are you thinking?” You asked, curiously.

“I’m getting hard just from hearing you giggle, sweetie.” He growled. “I work tomorrow, I can’t do anything about this.”

“Really?” You giggled even more. “Don’t give me power, Big Jim.”

“You’re a tease.” He stated, his smile almost audible through the telephone, somehow. “Tell me how was your day.”

“Work, home, touching myself to a video of yours… Nothing much.” You teased, Jim groaned in response.

“Damn, sweetie, this is serious!” Jim blurted, exasperated but feeling incredibly fond of you at the same time. You exploded in giggles, and he huffed.

“Sorry.” You said, but he could hear you were not really sorry. Naughty little thing. He really enjoyed that aspect of you. “Anything new?”

“Oh, I was casted to play Santa, for the first time.” He said amusedly, scratching his chest, his cock hard, unattended, making his boxers sticky. “I’m gonna get all the ho-ho-hoes.” He continues, cheekily. You groan.

“I don’t know why this made me wet.” You giggle.

“I am the biggest DILF in the business, I know I am. I got the sense of humor and everything.” Jim looked down and sighed. “I gotta go, darling. This call isn’t getting easier.”

Jim had to be patient.

***

By friday you were angry and a bit testy. The damn call gave you the unholy idea not to touch yourself until Jim visited. You thought it would be sweet, just three days, it wouldn’t be much.

You were avoiding your computer like the plague, so you wouldn’t be tempted by all the porn in the internet.

You thought he would find it cute that you even tried, but by night you were considering getting your toys and not telling him what you did.

It was late, when you heard the knocking on the door.

Your state of undress didn’t bother you, only one person could be knocking on your door so late. Jim. But he told you he would arrive in the morning.

You opened the door, quickly.

“Did you order a pizza?” Jim was standing at the doorstep, smiling. He had two big boxes of pizza balanced in one hand, some beer on the other. There was a backpack hanging from his shoulders. You giggled, insanely happy to see him. “I finished early and changed my flight.”

You stepped back, inviting him in. You directed him to the table, so he could get rid of the pizza boxes and the beer, at least.

“Oh, I love men who come bearing gifts, you are a Prince.” You rubbed his back, humming as you felt his solid expanse under your fingers. A shiver between your legs made you tremble, and you were painfully aware of the fact you weren’t wearing panties under your big shirt. “I’m glad you came early.”

“It’s rare, but it happens.” He chuckled with his own double entendre, then turned to you. “Last weekend was so good I thought we could repeat the dose. Here, this time.” His big hand moved over your waist, pulling you closer. “I want you to see the one I did today, the Santa one.”

“Are you fishing to see if you can awake a new kink in me?”

“Oh, no. I wanna see you complain about every single dirty pun in the damn script, you’ll love it!” He grabs his belly and boasts a ho-ho-ho, to your utter dismay. You explode in laughter, then groans playfully. You can feel your thighs sticky, as he smirks at you. “Come on, let’s eat some pizza, then we can cuddle.”

You must have made a face, or a noise, because Hopper stopped, a slice of pizza on his big hand.

“What happened, sweetie?” He raised his eyebrows, looking concerned. “You look like a deer in the highlights.”

“Well…” You toe the floor, looking mischievous. “I felt sorry for you in that call so I stopped touching myself until you came back.”

“Oh, baby.” Jim’s eyes sparkled, a crooked, satisfied smirk curling his lip to one side. “You’re frustrated. Your greedy pussy didn’t get even a finger! I bet she’s hungry.”

Jim sat, smiling smugly, bit on the pizza slice as he watched your squirming. He chuckled and opened a beer.

“Sit, eat something, you’re gonna need your strength eventually.” Jim sounded so sweet you felt almost as if he was mocking you. It made you blush, his teasing.

“You’re evil, Jim.” You grumbled, pulling one chair.

“As if you don’t like it.” Jim pokes you playfully, fingertips tickling your side. “So you took pity on me and decided to save yourself for your own particular moneyshot.”

“When you say it like this it doesn’t sound like a good idea.” You chuckle.

“You forgot two things.” He raised two fingers, a huge, sweet smile on his face, making his eyes twinkle. “One: my work gives me some relief, so I wouldn’t be waiting for long. Two: you’re a horny little dirty thing. It must have been hell.”

He kept eating, as if nothing was happening, his fingertips tickling over your thigh, up and down. A feathery soft tease kissing your skin, up and down. You felt the tingle in your pussy, and a shiver up your body.

“Poor little thing.” He rumbled gently, palming your thigh, his warm palm a source of unbearable heat against your skin. “I bet you’re so frustrated. Your toys are probably glad for the small vacation.”

“Hey!” You blushed, squirming under his gaze. You squirmed, feeling pinned down by his eyes. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, shame acting just as fuel to the fire between your legs. “I like to imagine my toys are happy.”

“I can imagine how much the little motors struggle to keep up with your desire, little slut.” He teased again, testing the waters to see your reaction. He looked so sweet, his eyebrows raised, degrading you so gently. Your nipples hardened, sensitive against the shirt. “Hmmm, I see you like that. Good to know… I do too, sweetie.” He brushes the back of his fingers against your nipple, rubbing gently up and down. “It’s so good when we enjoy those things together, isn’t it, honey?”

Even with all the sweetness, he sounded almost condescending. Smug, even.

You whimpered, nodding, almost overwhelmed by his light touch. He was playing with you.

“Aw, look at you, all dumb… And I barely did anything! So sensitive, little thing.” He palmed your breast, enjoying your hard nipple poking the palm of his hand. “I bet you’re not wearing panties.”

Jim let go of the pizza, opened a beer, then pulled you to sit on his lap.

“Oh, lucky me wearing shorts today, I can feel you so warm against my thigh.” His hand wrapped around your waist, and he rubbed your skin, and your hip. He squeezed, kneading gently as he sipped on the beer. He released the can and raised his fingers to your nipples.

A flash of cold enveloped your sensitive nipples, through the shirt, the cold moisture of condensation that still cling to his fingertips seeping on the fabric and adding a new layer of sensation. You shivered.

Jim leaned, his nose brushing gently against your ear, his hot breath fanning against your cheek.

“Does that feel good?” His fingertips moved gently over and around your nipples. With a light caress to the curve of your breasts, his hand goes back to the can. He drinks, watching you with the side of his eyes. His lips curved lightly up, as you tensed.

“Yes, it does.” Your voice was trembling, shaky from the effort of pushing words out, when your body was so focused on the feelings brought by his gentle ministrations.

“Would you like more? What do you want, little slut?” Jim felt his cock straining his shorts, pulsing, his underwear sticking to the head. He knew he was too tired to fuck you the way you deserved, but he would make sure you would come as many times as you needed, on his fingers and on his tongue.

He wanted to make you come, as many times as he could; he wanted to feel you slack against his body, fucked out, floating in afterglow.

But he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to tease you. He enjoyed your wide eyes, your trembling lip; so afraid of your own desires but ready to sample each one of them. With him.

He could list a thousand reasons why you shouldn’t want to… He didn’t think he was worthy of your desire, but you gave it so freely. It was so pure… He had to taste it.

You panted, trying to take control of your own body, at least enough that you could answer him, but you were mesmerized by the way he moved. His thick fingers made the can look so small, and it made you feel warm to think those big, thick fingers could fit in you, and make you feel so good.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen, my greedy little whore.” He rested the can against the table. His fingertips went back to your nipples and once again you shivered.

“I really need to come, Jim.” You pouted, wiggling your hips so he could feel how wet you were. “Soon.” You swallowed, licking your lips. You raised your hands and placed them on his chest. He cupped your face and rubbed his thumb over your cheek gently. He watched your eyes, your lips, licking his own. You blinked, eyelashes wet. “Please, Jim.” You whined. “I can’t take much more. I’m sorry.”

Jim wanted to crush you against his body, just hug you so tightly neither of you could breathe. Nodding, he made you stand up, then stood himself.

“Don’t be sorry, sweetie. I’m here now.” He looked around, navigating your house, considering where your bedroom should be. With a comforting smile, he lead you through the house, leaving you sitting on the bed. “I’ll take care of you, lie down. I’m gonna wash my hands.”

You nodded, taking your shirt off and lying on the bed. Jim didn’t take long to be back, soft smiles and slow, purposeful movement. His eyes trained on you, he stopped at the side of the bed and took his shirt off, in one quick movement. He then opened his belt and toed off his shoes. It was such a mundane moment, but you were entranced by the way his big body moved.

“You’re so beautiful.” You whispered, the words just escaping your mouth.

Jim blushed, laying down, his head between your legs.

“I’m too tired to give you everything you deserve right now, sweetie.” Jim nuzzled your pussy gently, humming along your slit. “I’m just an old man you seduced with your needy, begging eyes. Keep offering this sweet, greedy pussy to me… How can I say no?” He licked a broad strip along your pussy, and the pleasure you wanted so much hitting you like an electric current.

You felt his shoulders under your thighs, his thick arms wrapping around your legs, as he licked more and more, pressing his face against you. A moan escaped your lips, your hand holding his head, burying your fingers in his hair. He growled, pulling back.

“So desperate.” He mused and shifted again; you felt his thumb against your clit as he looked up for your reactions. He rubbed in circles, in an unhurried pace. “Do you want a finger, sweetie?”

“More!” You whined, pushing against him.

“More than one?” He taunted, gently. “Two?” He chuckled condescendingly. You nodded, eagerly, as he teased your hole. “Three? Greedy… You sure you can take it? Two whole days neglecting your little pussy…”

He pushed two fingers into you, carefully. You whimpered, and his lips went back to your clit. He licked and suckled as his fingers thrusted in and out of you, to his knuckles. You whined and pushed against him, desperate for release.

Chuckling, Jim added a third finger and angled them just right. You felt weightless, your orgasm exploding into fireworks, fizzling against your skin. Your consciousness slipped, ecstasy burning through the edges of all your senses.

“So good for me. Look at that.” He whispered softly, pulling away. “So good… My little pervert…”

You chuckled, feeling his hands sliding over your body, big paws grabbing and kneading your flesh. He chuckled too, blushing.

“You liked it, don’t you?” He asked, almost sheepishly. “I mean, I love that you are a little pervert.”

“Yeah, Jim.” You turned to your side, as Jim wrapped his body around yours. “I really enjoyed your dirty fantasies, old man. So helpless against my charming pussy.” You chuckled, squirming against him.

“Temptress.” Jim pushed his cock between your slick thighs, his warmth a furnace along your slit. You grumbled, pushing back, trying to get comfortable. “What about some cockwarming, hm?”

“Oh… It would be good.” You sighed, as his cock slid inside you, thick, hard, pulsing, as you squeezed him tightly. “Fuck, Jim…” You exhaled, your body relaxing against his.

“Yeah.” He hugged your body, crushing you against him. “So greedy you can only relax with my cock buried deep inside your cunt.”

You giggled, your muscles fluttering under and around him. He sighed, a deep chuckle, then yawned, nuzzling your neck.

“This poor old man is tired from working and travelling so he could meet his dirty little pervert.” Jim said, mirth obvious on his voice. “He needs his sleep so he can fuck his sweetie properly, just the way she deserves.”

You smiled, closing your eyes. You could feel his breathing calming down, getting deeper, until he was rumbling softly against you. Jim’s soft snores made him vibrate gently.

His hand absentmindedly caressed your thighs, your belly, as he drifted to sleep; his warmth and solid presence pulled you with him.

#maycore #mayb writes #hopper smut #jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x fem!reader #pornstar!jimhopper

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Pornstar!Hopper would be a really good story

Solo

Summary: It's just a solo scene for the extras!

A/N: I was plagued by this image. Looks like something I watched long ago, with one of my favorite actors. I'm not entirely sorry.

Pairing: Pornstar!Hopper

CW: Masturbation (m) and some dirty talk

The man sits on a comfortable armchair, smiling awkwardly at the camera. He grunts, leaning back, getting comfortable. He is wearing jeans and a dark polo shirt, a brown belt with a large buckle completing the ensemble.

The camera is focused on his body, the large expanse of his chest, and his big thighs. He chuckled, softly and slid one big palm over his chest. He rested his big hands on his thighs, framing the bulge on his pants.

He’s almost adorable in how awkward he looks, one thick eyebrow raised, his blue eyes showing some amusement. He huffs.

“So how do we start?” He asks, his awkwardness shifting into something slightly devious, naughty.

“We just want to see you touching yourself. For the extras.” A soft voice comes from behind the camera and his blue eyes flickered from the camera to the person and back. “You can start by telling us your name.”

“Big Jim.” He chuckled softly. “Sorry, it’s just such a funny name to say out loud.”

“It fits you.” The interviewer says, chuckling. “I’ve watched your work.”

“Naughty.” Jim opened his belt, then his pants, sighing. He squirmed, pulling his cock and balls out. With a sigh, he grabbed the base of his cock. Even soft, it was big and thick, veiny; it looked big even against his large hands. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Fuck, yeah.” The person giggled. Jim sighed, his face opening in a huge smile, his cock hardening faster. He grunted, squeezing the base, then leaning for the lube bottle on the side. The big silver watch glinted on his fist. He poured a generous amount into his hand and with a sigh, he pumped his cock, slathering the lube all over it. “Tell me what you like about this.”

“Fuck,” He says softly, squeezing just under the head, a pulse of precome blooming from the tip. “I love when sweet little things like you look that cock hungry. It’s a sign of a good time.”

Jim readjusted himself on the armchair, lowering his free hand to massage his balls. He closed his eyes briefly, exhaling a moan.

He started moving his hand over his shaft, squeezing towards the tip. The sight of him pulsing precome was enough to make you lick your lips.

“You want to suck me, don’t you?” He grunted, a smile on his lips, his chin jutting forward. Jim looked at the camera, eyes half-lidded, mouth crooking into a satisfied smirk. “Keep licking your lips like that and this thing will end way too soon.”

You gasped, dropping your mobile. You felt so seen.

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[umnitsa]

You should mess with Jim - 2

Summary: Big Jim is laying in the sun.

A/N: I'm telling you, I can't stop thinking of it, so I'm writing at the speed of light, let's enjoy it while it lasts XD

Pairing: retiredpornstar!Hopper x fem!Reader

CW: Explicit descriptions of sex. Reader is naughty.

The worst thing about your house was that you could see the neighbor’s backyard from the kitchen. It wouldn’t bother you at all if you had another neighbor.

You could see Big Jim laying on a beach chair, wearing just black swim briefs.

A few choice images erupted in your head, scenes where Big Jim looked tanned and healthy, muscles flexing under his skin. You huffed, washing the dishes as slowly as you could.

Jim yawned and stretched his arms and back, then placed one hand behind his neck, the other resting against his belly. You could see his skin glint under the sun. He probably put the sunblock on before leaving the house.

You could feel your panties soaked already.

Jim moved his fingers ever so lightly over his belly.

You took a moment to consider his attraction to him, and how heavily you reacted.

It wasn’t just a matter of size, honestly. It was mostly the way he looked, always so large, so tall, occupying all space in the shot, his big hands sliding over skin, backs, bellies, and arms.

…maybe it was a size thing.

It was also the way he sounded, his voice low, sadly too low for the microphones, all trained on the women’s reactions… But you could hear his grunts and his whispers. He growled sometimes.

And he was always a gentle partner, making sure the actress was in a mostly comfortable position. He used his size to support them, and no matter if he held them in a mating press, the ladies looked like they could breathe.

Porn didn’t always look that fun.

He ate pussy like a man possessed. It wasn’t a pretty image for the camera, but the reactions he pulled from the women were gold.

Whenever there were scenes with low editing or just one camera, he would spend a whole long time fingering the girls, smiling sweetly at their reactions. Preparing them.

It made you wonder who was the man behind the show.

What did he like? What was he like when the cameras were off?

Although you had a pretty good idea of what he liked, he was one of those men who couldn’t fake too much. He did some of those terrible scenes at the beginning of his career, but it quickly vanished the moment directors and producers found out the glory that was a fully aroused Big Jim, pulsing precome into a willing mouth.

His sunglasses reflected the sun as he moved, his hand sliding down his belly and over his cock. He grabbed himself, adjusting himself over his hip, giving himself space to harden.

You huffed, turning the faucet off and moving to the living room quickly. You were already the creepy neighbor.

***

Jim chuckled low, grabbing his cigarettes and lighting one, absentmindedly. He had watched you sigh deeply, then leave the window, the moment he touched his cock.

His bait worked.

You were a fan.

This almost made him reconsider. He has had his share of fans in the past, and they expected a big performance. They wanted to feel like it was a porno, but in a safe way, without the cameras and the exposition.

He huffed, then took a long drag of his cigarette.

He was tired of girls complaining he liked to go slow.

Jim looked at your window, half expecting you to be there, with your hungry, longing eyes. You made him curious. Maybe he really should bake you the cookies.

He needed something to fill up his time.

Jim would have continued his work but as he was getting older, even with his charisma (and his cock), he was being typecasted. While he didn’t mind an old/young scene, he didn’t enjoy the incestuous overtones so common in the industry.

He was big enough to pair with some other people and release content on his own terms, but it was just too much work.

Maybe he was too old for this shit.

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[umnitsa]

E for your headcanon thingy, and I’d love if you did it with Big Jim hehe

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

God, there's not much Big Jim didn't do already, at least once (for money, on camera). So it was very cute and very exciting when you two realized Jim had never roleplayed for himself. The movies were scripted, and he was playing something written for him. He had never sexually roleplayed a character for his own pleasure, unscripted.

When you proposed to play, he nodded so eagerly, an excited smile on his face.

He wanted to be a police officer and take advantage of you. He admitted he worked as police before and it was an old, dirty, questionable fantasy. He would never do that, but the image aroused him terribly. He still had his uniform. You had never seen him this nervous, as he left the bathroom, in full uniform, a hat on his head. You smile at him, nodding, your excitement so obvious in your expression. The uniform was so so tight around his thighs, his arms, his chest. It made your mouth water. He watches your reactions and something just shifts, he stares at you, frowning, a mean smirk on his lips.

"Against the wall, whore." He chuckles, low, positioning you and kicking your feet apart. His hands cupped your breasts, squeezing gently. He pinches your nipples, grunting against your ear. You can feel his hard cock pressed against you. One hand slides low and rubs between your legs. You gasp, trying to hold back a moan.

"You know why I like working girls?" He smiles, nuzzling your ear. "You'll do anything to avoid jail... Well, I have a proposition." He holds your hand, pressing your palm against his steel-hard cock. "You fit my whole cock into your pretty little mouth and I won't take you in. Deal?"

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[umnitsa]

Gif-board for Big Jim

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[umnitsa]

Big Jim <3

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[umnitsa]

god i cant wait for more big jim content it’s just too good!!

He's my porny teddy bear. Such a sweetie, I LOVE writing him. I just love the idea of a porn-oriented sweetheart ahahahahahah Is it bad I now wanna write him as Santa, fucking you senseless during christmas? :3

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[umnitsa]

Moodboard for Big Jim, because I couldn't help myself <3

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[umnitsa]

Will you should mess with jim a part 6? the story is just so amazing and lovely, it makes you really think that jim he’s here with you and making you feeling amazing🥰

I'm so glad you like it! <3 And I'm so glad I can make you you feel him close! <3 <3 <3 Yes, it will and soon, I hope! I'm writing part six, but it's taking much longer than I expected :(

Life took a turn, but I promise I'll be back with more Big Jim <3

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[umnitsa]

So here is the thing: Baldur's Gate inspired me, I went back to writing yesterday, put a few words on the paper and... well. I started Big Jim's playlist. There's a LOT of porn groove and some country. It will get bigger, if it gets the right stimuli XD (If you think there's a cool song to be added, send me in dm, let me listen to it! There's a chance I will add it <3) I thought of doing a moodboard too, but I just don't have the talent ahahaha

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