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18+ explicit content • Hopper x reader x fem • CW: rough sex, domination, spanking/whipping, humiliation, degrading, brat tamer ! jim hopper
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You knew it would piss Hopper off; that’s why you’d done it in the first place. During the two months you’d been working at the station (Flo hired you because she needed some extra help) you had gotten along well with everyone at work except the Chief of Police, Jim Hopper. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Hopper; even though he initially came off as a bit of a narcissistic son of a bitch, you admired him, enjoyed the way it felt to be near him (probably more than you should have, considering he was now your coworker).
When he started picking petty fights with you, you knew something was wrong. And it made you grow to resent him a little, mostly because your ego had been bruised by his lack of interest in you. Why hadn’t he noticed you, the way the other men in town did? You could have had your pick of men in Hawkins; you were never without a date, never without a number (or five, or ten) to call when you wanted to have a good time. But the only man you wanted to have a good time with seemed completely oblivious to your existence most of the time, and when he did notice you, it was with contempt and a snarky attitude.
So when Flo’s birthday rolled around and you suggested throwing her a little surprise party at the station, everyone seemed on board. Everyone, that is, except Hopper. And the worst part was, it didn’t even surprise you that he immediately shot down your idea, calling it ‘unnecessary,’ and ‘inappropriate for the workplace.’ He embarrassed you in front of the people who’d become your friends at the station; he had been a complete and utter dick, and you decided you’d had enough. One way or another, you were going to get him to admit that he hated you, and then find out WHY. So you left work a little early that day, and swiped the keys to Hopper’s Blazer on your way out when no one was looking. Trying to be as sneaky and subtle as possible, you walked outside and quietly unlocked the car, sliding inside and shutting the door behind you before anyone had time to see you.
You sat there in the driver’s seat, smelling Hopper everywhere in the car, noting the empty and half-empty packs of Camels littering the vehicle, the can of Coke in the nearest cup holder, and a couple of prescription pill bottles tossed on the ground. You grimaced, a little disgusted by the way he kept his car so…messy. It seemed unlike him, but you realized maybe you didn’t know him as well as you’d thought. It’s not like you could have predicted he would realize his keys had gone missing, and figure out it was you that had taken them, that he would storm out of the station and start banging on the window, snapping you out of your thoughts; except you did predict it, and he was at the window now, a huge flat palm pressed against the glass, his blue eyes darker than you’d ever seen them, glaring at you. His expression scared you a little, but you were glad to have elicited a reaction from him, happy you’d gotten his attention finally, even if it was for something bad.
“The fuck is this?” Hopper whisper-shouted through the glass. “Get out of my car.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, tauntingly. “Or what?”
Hopper glared at you. “Or I arrest you, right now,” he replied.
You scoffed. “For what??” You waved a hand at him dismissively. “I’m not scared of you.”
“Being charged with grand larceny of a motor vehicle?” Hopper almost seemed to be enjoying himself. “Does that scare you?”
You gulped. You hadn’t actually expected him to be serious about arresting you.
Cautiously, you rolled down the window, leaning back a little in case Hopper lunged for you. But he maintained his composure, reaching calmly over the side of the car and unlocking the door. The next thing he did took you by surprise; because instead of helping you out of the car, he lifted you up effortlessly and pushed your ass down into the passenger seat. You were visibly confused, and he didn’t offer you any explanation as he turned the key in the ignition and backed the two of you out of the station parking lot.
You stared at Hopper as he drove you through downtown Hawkins in total silence. His jaw was set in a firm line, his eyes still several shades darker than they should have been. Summoning all your courage, you timidly asked Hopper “…where are you taking me?” He didn’t respond, just continued to watch the road ahead. He drove you through town and started to turn onto a road that led to…
“Lover’s Lake??” you shouted. “Are we going to Lover’s Lake?!”
Hopper exhaled quickly through his nose-was he laughing at you?-but continued to drive without saying anything.
At last, he pulled you up to a large trailer beside a lake, which you were pretty sure was the one the teens in town referred to as ‘Lover’s Lake,’ although you’d never been yourself. Hopper pulled the Blazer to a stop and in a calm, authoritative voice, instructed you to “get out.”
“Excuse me?” you said belligerently. “I don’t even know where I am!”
Hopper turned and looked at you for the first time since leaving the station, and your heart stopped beating for a second. He leaned into your space, closer to you than he’d ever been, and it almost took your breath away. His voice was low, but steady. “I said…” -he lifted a finger and pointed at the trailer. “…get…out.”
You did as Hopper instructed, not wanting to piss him off anymore than he already was. He may have been a bit of a dick, but he’d never given you the impression that he would be willing to hurt you. That is, until now, when he was forcing you out of his car at a trailer that belonged to…who? Was it his? You had no idea, and you figured you couldn’t get into anymore trouble than you already were by asking.
“Is this where you live?” you asked as Hopper took your wrist in his hand.
“Yeah,” he muttered, fishing keys from his pocket and unlocking the door. The scene he opened the door upon was similar to the one in his car; there was clutter laying around everywhere, but nothing disgusting, like old food, just more of the prescription bottles and instead of cans of Coke, beer cans littered the furniture around the room. Hopper ushered you inside, and closed the door behind you. The fact that he locked it didn’t escape your attention, and you gulped back the fear that was rising up your throat.
Hopper tossed his keys and placed his hat on it’s designated hook on the wall. He rested his hands on his hips and watched you with an expression that someone might have when observing animals at the zoo. He was…studying you. Did he think you were going to try and make a run for the door? Was he waiting for you to start crying? What was this, anyway??
“Listen,” Hopper said. “I know I embarrassed you today.” You blinked up at him, surprised. “I know you were excited about doing something for Flo’s birthday-“ he paused. “-and I shut you down in front of everyone.” He sighed. “I’m sorry for being such an ass.”
His apology caught you off guard; you had not been expecting that. He took a few steps closer, too close, and you realized for the first time without anyone else around how huge he was compared to you, compared to anyone. You could feel his presence now, smell the cigarettes on his clothes, the hint of his cologne/aftershave? Whatever that was, the combination was stirring something inside you; something dangerous.
Hopper knelt down so his eyes were level with yours. “But,” his tone grew ominous, threatening. “That’s no excuse for the little stunt you pulled earlier, in my car.” You felt yourself tremble. “If you ever disrespect me like that again, at the station,”- he waved a hand beside him for emphasis and it made you flinch- “or anywhere,” -Hopper put his hands on your hips, and you felt like you were going to pass out- “I’ll have to handle you in a way you…might not be ready for.”
At this point, you were getting pissed. Was he going to hit you, or fuck you, and would you have even cared if he’d done both? You were ashamed at yourself for how turned on you were by his arrogance, his massive ego, and that desire to push him past his limits reared it’s head inside you again.
“Show me,” you said, your voice impudent.
Immediately, you began to regret your words. Because Hopper didn’t waste any time grabbing you up, one arm hooked under your ass and the other around your back, and carried you to the couch, where he unceremoniously dropped you. A gasp escaped your lips, your mind reeling from how quickly this was all happening. Hopper nudged your legs apart with his knee, and held it there in place, forcing them to stay open as his hands traveled your body, landing on your breasts and groping you through your shirt. You were squirming under him, not wanting him to stop, but also feeling terrified of what would happen if he kept going. You panted against his lips as they crashed into yours, his hand working down to the space his knee kept spread apart, the place that burned and ached for him and had for so long now. He pressed his finger tips against your cunt through your pants, immediately finding your clit and nearly attacking it with his fingertips. You whimpered under him as he continued to knead your pussy like dough in his hand, groping your cunt with one hand and your breast with the other. His lips sucked hard against your neck, hurting you, healing you, relieving the built-up pressure that had been simmering between the two of you since you’d met.
You felt yourself getting close and started to cry a little, a cocktail of conflicting emotions running through you as Hopper brought you to orgasm with his fingers. You released heavy, rough sobs as he took your shoulders in his hands and flipped you over, pressing down on your back so that your face was buried in his couch. You suddenly felt a new, cold, rough sensation on your back…his boot? Before you could register the thought, Hopper’s voice cut through the haze in your brain. “Disrespect,” he spoke over your back. “Has consequences.” You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, and you tried to turn your head to see what was going on, but he pressed his boot into your back, forcing you to stay in place where you were, face-down, ass-up on his couch. Hopper undid his belt and removed it, wrapping it partially around his right hand, leaving just enough excess strap to use as a whip. He callously yanked down your pants and took your underwear with them, baring your ass. You braced yourself for the impact of what was about to happen. With his heel dug into the small of your back, Hopper landed the first blow of his belt against your ass. The burn it left in your flesh was brutal. “You’re getting eight of these,” Hopper told you. “One for every” -smack- “week,” -smack- “I’ve had-“ -smack- “to put up,” -smack- “with this-“ -smack- “smart-“ -smack- “ass.” Hopper’s last blow landed the hardest, and something in your body snapped, because you felt yourself…coming. Humiliated, you tried to stifle your moans by pressing your face deeper into the couch, but it was obvious to Hopper what was happening, from the way your body was quivering under his foot. He frowned down at you, equally aroused and disgusted by your shamelessness, your weakness, and he wanted to fucking do it to you again, see how many different ways he could make you cum, at his hand, under his foot, under his body, cuffed to his bed-His thoughts ran wild with possibilities and he fought to bring himself back. You had hidden your face in your hands, completely ashamed of the fact that you’d come like that, in such a debased way. Hopper spoke, and it made you flinch. “Alright,” he said. “I’m going to get the shower ready for you.” His voice was warm, strange. “While you’re getting cleaned up, I’m going to make you something to eat. And then”- You turned to face him, finally, and he was so handsome it nearly destroyed you. “Then,” he repeated. “We’re going to make a plan.” “A plan?” you asked, your voice unsteady. “What kind of plan?” Hopper sighed. “A plan of punishment for the next time you disrespect me. Because we both know it’s going to happen again.”
He rose from the couch and left for the bathroom. You heard the distant sound of water running, and you looked over at the front door, realizing that you weren’t the same person you’d been when you walked through it earlier…