0:Height
1:Virgin?
2:Shoe size
3:Do you smoke?
4:Do you drink?
5:Do you take drugs?
6:Age you get mistaken for
7:Have tattoos?
8:Want any tattoos?
9:Got any piercings?
10:Want any piercings?
11:Best friend?
12:Relationship status
13:Biggest turn ons
14:Biggest turn offs
15:Favorite movie
16:I’ll love you if
17:Someone you miss
18:Most traumatic experience
19:A fact about your personality
20:What I hate most about myself
21:What I love most about myself
22:What I want to be when I get older
23:My relationship with my sibling(s)
24:My relationship with my parent(s)
25:My idea of a perfect date
26:My biggest pet peeves
27:A description of the girl/boy I like
28:A description of the person I dislike the most
29:A reason I’ve lied to a friend
30:What I hate the most about work/school
31:What your last text message says
32:What words upset me the most
33:What words make me feel the best about myself
34:What I find attractive in women
35:What I find attractive in men
36:Where I would like to live
37:One of my insecurities
38:My childhood career choice
39:My favorite ice cream flavor
40:Who wish I could be
41:Where I want to be right now
42:The last thing I ate
43:Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately
44:A random fact about anything
• He is indeed very possessive of his little girl, so having her soaked and dripping with his cum is definitely something that brings him great pleasure
• It can be something discreet between the two of you
• Or something very dirty like you having to be covered in his cum in public 😏
• When you blow or jerk him off, Hopper loves to cum in your mouth, it is just so dirty to see his sweetheart swallowing his cum it is enough to spark a hint of his arousal again
• But he likes seeing you dripping, remember that
• So when he cums all over your face it feels like heaven
• And ohhh your tits too, it drives him insane to see your hard nipples covered in his hot juices
• But he is very respectful, so he'll avoid shooting his seed into places you don't like to, for example your hair, in case it does bother you
• He enjoys when you taste his pre cum too!! It turns him on A LOT
• Hop also likes to cum on your ass, especially after a few spankings so he'll see your reddened flesh receiving his load
• And also cum into your asshole, so you can clench it around his thick juices and they'll drip down your pussy and thighs
• Ohhhh speaking of that, Hop likes to spread your pussy lips wide and cum inside of it, right into your hole
• So he'll either tell you to clench it tight so you'll keep it inside of you
• Or he'll demand you to rub it all over or clit and use it as lubricant to touch yourself for him
• If he wants to keep dominance, he definitely cums into your panties and makes you wear them warm and wet with his honey so you'll remember you belong to him 💕
18+ Smut with Season 1-esque mean Hopper, piv sex, fingering, Hopper using pet names.
The clock rang low through the room, but at this moment, it's all you could think about while you sat there in Chief Jim Hopper's office.
You sat on the opposite side of his desk in a wooden chair that you will admit made your rump hurt a bit. As time passed the sound of the clock seemed to only get louder. Your eyes occasionally drifting around the room, taking in everything that you could.
This was the first time you've sat in his office for longer than a few minutes. Hopper had called you, for whatever reason, to come to his office. You arrived as soon as you could because you were very concerned with the possible conversation ahead.
You felt a lump swell in your throat. It was thick and heavy as you took in the items of his room hesitantly. You started reading the newspaper left on the corner of his desk. You leaned forward and whispered the words to yourself as your eyes scanned over the headline. Your breathing paused when you thought you heard the lock of the door shift, but you quickly realized that it was a false alarm.
A sigh escapes your lips. It was almost silent, trying not to cause any suspicion to those who just might be able to hear you.
About thirty minutes passed since he first let you into his office and the waiting had become increasingly painful. You sigh to yourself as you find yourself slouching, still absorbing the many items scattering his room before your eyes landed on the clock once more. By now, the ticking was dawning you as an annoyance, but it was all you could focus on, a bit too much -- to the point of blocking out any other noise. So you hadn't really noticed the clicking of the lock of the door as he came in.
The loud creak of the door caught your attention though as it slowly creaked open. Cue the Chief of Police of Hawkins, Jim Hopper, walking in with a stern look on his face.
As a sigh escapes from his lips you snap back to reality. You straighten your posture suddenly -- as if he was paying attention. Your attention turns to him as you swallow whatever lump had been rising and falling in your throat since you've got to his office.
Hopper had called you to his office on prior occasions but this was different and you could tell as he walked in; more annoyed than you were at that point. You let that feeling flow from your body as he takes a seat in the chair on the other side of his desk.
"Do you know why I called you here?" He asked, leaning forward. He rested his elbows on the desk and his blue eyes met yours.
You shook your head at his words and looked down at your feet. "No, sir."
You could've swore that you saw a small grin tug at the corner of his lips upon you calling him 'sir'.
Usually, the look on his face was more tense. You were always under the impression that he was mean, after all, you hadn’t heard many good things about him. More or Less. He wasn’t a bad person, per say, he got around a lot and that had created a weird tension whenever you were in his office.
You were lost in your thoughts when he called out your name causing you to look up at him once more.
He cleared his throat before placing his elbows on the desk and leaning forward, he intertwined his fingers and hid the lower half of his face hidden by his hands. You could see his eyes. Shades of blue that danced almost like a nice clear day, but seemingly today that sky of his was a bit dark. “I overheard Steve say something about you having a crush on me?”
You blinked wildly at his statement before furrowing your brows as if you were clueless about his recent declaration. And at that moment, you could’ve sworn your face had gone through 50 shades of red.
He scoffed, yet you could tell he was amused by your expression. Hopper flashed you a smirk as he leaned back in his chair and straightened his posture. “Don’t play coy. I’m sure you’re well aware of how many women I’ve checked off my bucket list in this shitty town, I’m surprised I’m just now able to get to you.”
You finally gather courage to speak, ready to approach the idea of denial. “I-”
But Hopper quickly cut you off. “Listen, if you want to fuck me, just tell me, I don’t have time to play cat and mouse.” He snarls as he rests his arms on his desk.
You were ready to talk again, prepared to deny anything he could throw at you but you got lost in his confidence, and boy was he confident right now. At this point there was heat pooling between your legs, maybe out of anticipation, or maybe of fear?
Hopper gave you a smile that mixed between sly and cocky and it made you weak in the legs. And that was just the least of it.
"You know..." he trailed off, almost as if he was thinking of the right words so he wouldn't scare you off.
"You ever just want to get on your knees in front of someone?" He purrs, his voice gaining a sense of lust; almost as if his anger had subsided. "Don't you ever want to just submit..." he pauses.
"To love..." He continues on as he moves closer to you once more.
"To cherish...?" His lips were brushing against yours as he spoke but he didn't dare move closer.
Instead he pulls away and his blue eyes meet yours. "...to take in without giving in return? ...wouldn't it be fun to just get ravaged by one hell of a man?"
A slightly sadistic smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His hand, light in touch grazed your arm so slightly before moving up - up to cup your cheek in his palm. As his warm had touched your cheek, your gaze shifted. But it didn't last that way long when you notice that his eyes never left yours. He was searching for something, and once you were able to look at him in those blue orbs, you saw something feral. And by the look in his, you could tell that he found exactly what he was searching for.
"You really are a kinky little thing." Hopper whispers as he stands up from his desk and walks around it to stand next to you. His bigger frame’s shadow easily engulfing your own as he leans down and presses his lips against yours.
You hesitate to kiss back but it doesn’t take long before you reach up and cup his face, your fingers running over the stubble on his skin.
Minutes past of tongues dancing and colliding, saliva exchanging and passionate heat being created between your bodies. But eventually you pull away, taking small quick breaths while he seemed barely worn.
“You know, you’d be my perfect little prey… Probably one of my most favorite to absolutely ravage. Hell, you might make it to the top of the list.” He practically coos as he pulls you up from the chair in a swift motion. Next thing you know, you were on your back, on top of his desk. The noise of things hitting the floor as he roughly put you down caused no alarm to anyone on the other side of the door. “Don’t worry, I sent everyone home early, to give me a bit more time.”
He begins to kiss from your cheek down your neck, to your collarbone. You could tell he was eager by his bulge pressing against your inner thigh as he shifted against you. Hopper was quick to lift your shirt up and over your head. And there was no time wasted for him to lift your bra up exposing your plump breasts to him.
Rough calloused fingers quickly grazed your nipples, rubbing and flicking against the sensitive flesh.
His name escaped your lips as he brought his mouth down to your bosom. His tongue twirling around your nipples harshly as one hand slide to the waistband of your pants, teasing it slightly before sliding his hand inside. Hopper’s hand was warm, heating you up as well as it slid into your panties.
You could see the hunger in his eyes. His fingers found your clit, and flicked the sensitive numb causing you to arch your back. He pulled back for a moment, watching you. “You’re a lot more reactive than other women I’ve bedded.”
Hopper’s other hand pulled your pants and panties below your knees, his other hand not leaving your clit. Hopper’s eyes glanced down at your pussy and back up at you. “You’re completely soaked and I’ve barely even touched you.” He chuckles.
“And here I was, thinking that this wouldn’t be easy. Took way too long to get into you pants, my precious prey.” He says in a teasing manner.
A small squeal came from you as one of his fingers ran up and down your slit, feeling the moisture coat his fingers before sliding it inside. Hopper begins to pump it, in and out of your aching cunt slowly before adding another. Hopper took his time though. His two fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt as you squirmed beneath him.
He curled his fingers inside you, slowly, making you whine in need. He could tell you were close. The way you throbbed around his digits as he continued to push his thick long fingers in and out of your cunt, stretching you and preparing you for what’s next.
“Jim- ahh-” You whimper through slightly parted lips as you closed your eyes. He assumed you were getting close due to your reaction. “Not yet.” He huffs.
Before you could look up, he had stripped completely, his erection standing against his stomach as he positioned himself in front of your entrance. There were no words, just a long winded gasp from your throat as he pushed himself into you. Inch by inch as his cock entered your throbbing pussy.
“Fuck you’re so tight.” He murmurs as he steadies himself on each side of you. His hands gripped the edges of the desk as he waits for you to adjust. “I’m assuming, I’m the biggest guy you’ve ever taken by the way you’re squeezing around me.” He huffs almost playfully.
His eyes watch your face for a few seconds. You give him a quick nod and with that he starts to fuck you, slow yet rough. His movements were sloppy, but you could tell it was on purpose.
“Oh fuck Jim-!” You cry out as you arch your back. He leans down and playfully bites your neck; he loves to mark his prey.
Bucking, grinding, wildly thrusting his hips into yours as he watched the expressions on your face change as he took his time to build his much needed release.
“You’re not allowed to cum, not until I say…” He whispers against your ear before nipping at it.
He moved his hands to your waist and continued to watch as you became a mess underneath him. He growled low in his throat, seductively, needingly. You could tell he was close too.
“Cum for me… cum for your big bad wolf.” He growls into your as he continues to plow himself deep into you.
You could barely focus as you tightened around him, reaching your orgasm as he fucked you shamelessly on his desk.
After a few more rough thrusts, his hips stuttered and he holds you close as you feel him cum deep inside you. Hopper’s fingers dig deep into your sides.
After about a minute, he pulls out of you, and brushes his hair back with his hand. It doesn’t take him long before he puts his uniform back on. While he got dressed, he’d look at your panting, sweaty body and smirk at his handiwork. He was satisfied with what he’d done, another girl on his list that he was able to pleasure.
“Once you catch your breath, get dressed, I have somewhere I need to be in about 30 minutes.” Hopper says grabbing your clothes from the floor and throwing them on your naked form. “Oh, and close the door behind you.” There’s a pause in his voice. “I want to see you again, you’re better than I expected, my precious prey.” He grins to himself as he opens the door just enough for him to slide out and closing it behind him.
You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you lay catching your breath.
Oh, and you had to remind yourself to thank Steve later, you owe him one.
18+ Smut with Season 1-esque mean Hopper, piv sex, fingering, Hopper using pet names.
The clock rang low through the room, but at this moment, it's all you could think about while you sat there in Chief Jim Hopper's office.
You sat on the opposite side of his desk in a wooden chair that you will admit made your rump hurt a bit. As time passed the sound of the clock seemed to only get louder. Your eyes occasionally drifting around the room, taking in everything that you could.
This was the first time you've sat in his office for longer than a few minutes. Hopper had called you, for whatever reason, to come to his office. You arrived as soon as you could because you were very concerned with the possible conversation ahead.
You felt a lump swell in your throat. It was thick and heavy as you took in the items of his room hesitantly. You started reading the newspaper left on the corner of his desk. You leaned forward and whispered the words to yourself as your eyes scanned over the headline. Your breathing paused when you thought you heard the lock of the door shift, but you quickly realized that it was a false alarm.
A sigh escapes your lips. It was almost silent, trying not to cause any suspicion to those who just might be able to hear you.
About thirty minutes passed since he first let you into his office and the waiting had become increasingly painful. You sigh to yourself as you find yourself slouching, still absorbing the many items scattering his room before your eyes landed on the clock once more. By now, the ticking was dawning you as an annoyance, but it was all you could focus on, a bit too much -- to the point of blocking out any other noise. So you hadn't really noticed the clicking of the lock of the door as he came in.
The loud creak of the door caught your attention though as it slowly creaked open. Cue the Chief of Police of Hawkins, Jim Hopper, walking in with a stern look on his face.
As a sigh escapes from his lips you snap back to reality. You straighten your posture suddenly -- as if he was paying attention. Your attention turns to him as you swallow whatever lump had been rising and falling in your throat since you've got to his office.
Hopper had called you to his office on prior occasions but this was different and you could tell as he walked in; more annoyed than you were at that point. You let that feeling flow from your body as he takes a seat in the chair on the other side of his desk.
"Do you know why I called you here?" He asked, leaning forward. He rested his elbows on the desk and his blue eyes met yours.
You shook your head at his words and looked down at your feet. "No, sir."
You could've swore that you saw a small grin tug at the corner of his lips upon you calling him 'sir'.
Usually, the look on his face was more tense. You were always under the impression that he was mean, after all, you hadn’t heard many good things about him. More or Less. He wasn’t a bad person, per say, he got around a lot and that had created a weird tension whenever you were in his office.
You were lost in your thoughts when he called out your name causing you to look up at him once more.
He cleared his throat before placing his elbows on the desk and leaning forward, he intertwined his fingers and hid the lower half of his face hidden by his hands. You could see his eyes. Shades of blue that danced almost like a nice clear day, but seemingly today that sky of his was a bit dark. “I overheard Steve say something about you having a crush on me?”
You blinked wildly at his statement before furrowing your brows as if you were clueless about his recent declaration. And at that moment, you could’ve sworn your face had gone through 50 shades of red.
He scoffed, yet you could tell he was amused by your expression. Hopper flashed you a smirk as he leaned back in his chair and straightened his posture. “Don’t play coy. I’m sure you’re well aware of how many women I’ve checked off my bucket list in this shitty town, I’m surprised I’m just now able to get to you.”
You finally gather courage to speak, ready to approach the idea of denial. “I-”
But Hopper quickly cut you off. “Listen, if you want to fuck me, just tell me, I don’t have time to play cat and mouse.” He snarls as he rests his arms on his desk.
You were ready to talk again, prepared to deny anything he could throw at you but you got lost in his confidence, and boy was he confident right now. At this point there was heat pooling between your legs, maybe out of anticipation, or maybe of fear?
Hopper gave you a smile that mixed between sly and cocky and it made you weak in the legs. And that was just the least of it.
"You know..." he trailed off, almost as if he was thinking of the right words so he wouldn't scare you off.
"You ever just want to get on your knees in front of someone?" He purrs, his voice gaining a sense of lust; almost as if his anger had subsided. "Don't you ever want to just submit..." he pauses.
"To love..." He continues on as he moves closer to you once more.
"To cherish...?" His lips were brushing against yours as he spoke but he didn't dare move closer.
Instead he pulls away and his blue eyes meet yours. "...to take in without giving in return? ...wouldn't it be fun to just get ravaged by one hell of a man?"
A slightly sadistic smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His hand, light in touch grazed your arm so slightly before moving up - up to cup your cheek in his palm. As his warm had touched your cheek, your gaze shifted. But it didn't last that way long when you notice that his eyes never left yours. He was searching for something, and once you were able to look at him in those blue orbs, you saw something feral. And by the look in his, you could tell that he found exactly what he was searching for.
"You really are a kinky little thing." Hopper whispers as he stands up from his desk and walks around it to stand next to you. His bigger frame’s shadow easily engulfing your own as he leans down and presses his lips against yours.
You hesitate to kiss back but it doesn’t take long before you reach up and cup his face, your fingers running over the stubble on his skin.
Minutes past of tongues dancing and colliding, saliva exchanging and passionate heat being created between your bodies. But eventually you pull away, taking small quick breaths while he seemed barely worn.
“You know, you’d be my perfect little prey… Probably one of my most favorite to absolutely ravage. Hell, you might make it to the top of the list.” He practically coos as he pulls you up from the chair in a swift motion. Next thing you know, you were on your back, on top of his desk. The noise of things hitting the floor as he roughly put you down caused no alarm to anyone on the other side of the door. “Don’t worry, I sent everyone home early, to give me a bit more time.”
He begins to kiss from your cheek down your neck, to your collarbone. You could tell he was eager by his bulge pressing against your inner thigh as he shifted against you. Hopper was quick to lift your shirt up and over your head. And there was no time wasted for him to lift your bra up exposing your plump breasts to him.
Rough calloused fingers quickly grazed your nipples, rubbing and flicking against the sensitive flesh.
His name escaped your lips as he brought his mouth down to your bosom. His tongue twirling around your nipples harshly as one hand slide to the waistband of your pants, teasing it slightly before sliding his hand inside. Hopper’s hand was warm, heating you up as well as it slid into your panties.
You could see the hunger in his eyes. His fingers found your clit, and flicked the sensitive numb causing you to arch your back. He pulled back for a moment, watching you. “You’re a lot more reactive than other women I’ve bedded.”
Hopper’s other hand pulled your pants and panties below your knees, his other hand not leaving your clit. Hopper’s eyes glanced down at your pussy and back up at you. “You’re completely soaked and I’ve barely even touched you.” He chuckles.
“And here I was, thinking that this wouldn’t be easy. Took way too long to get into you pants, my precious prey.” He says in a teasing manner.
A small squeal came from you as one of his fingers ran up and down your slit, feeling the moisture coat his fingers before sliding it inside. Hopper begins to pump it, in and out of your aching cunt slowly before adding another. Hopper took his time though. His two fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt as you squirmed beneath him.
He curled his fingers inside you, slowly, making you whine in need. He could tell you were close. The way you throbbed around his digits as he continued to push his thick long fingers in and out of your cunt, stretching you and preparing you for what’s next.
“Jim- ahh-” You whimper through slightly parted lips as you closed your eyes. He assumed you were getting close due to your reaction. “Not yet.” He huffs.
Before you could look up, he had stripped completely, his erection standing against his stomach as he positioned himself in front of your entrance. There were no words, just a long winded gasp from your throat as he pushed himself into you. Inch by inch as his cock entered your throbbing pussy.
“Fuck you’re so tight.” He murmurs as he steadies himself on each side of you. His hands gripped the edges of the desk as he waits for you to adjust. “I’m assuming, I’m the biggest guy you’ve ever taken by the way you’re squeezing around me.” He huffs almost playfully.
His eyes watch your face for a few seconds. You give him a quick nod and with that he starts to fuck you, slow yet rough. His movements were sloppy, but you could tell it was on purpose.
“Oh fuck Jim-!” You cry out as you arch your back. He leans down and playfully bites your neck; he loves to mark his prey.
Bucking, grinding, wildly thrusting his hips into yours as he watched the expressions on your face change as he took his time to build his much needed release.
“You’re not allowed to cum, not until I say…” He whispers against your ear before nipping at it.
He moved his hands to your waist and continued to watch as you became a mess underneath him. He growled low in his throat, seductively, needingly. You could tell he was close too.
“Cum for me… cum for your big bad wolf.” He growls into your as he continues to plow himself deep into you.
You could barely focus as you tightened around him, reaching your orgasm as he fucked you shamelessly on his desk.
After a few more rough thrusts, his hips stuttered and he holds you close as you feel him cum deep inside you. Hopper’s fingers dig deep into your sides.
After about a minute, he pulls out of you, and brushes his hair back with his hand. It doesn’t take him long before he puts his uniform back on. While he got dressed, he’d look at your panting, sweaty body and smirk at his handiwork. He was satisfied with what he’d done, another girl on his list that he was able to pleasure.
“Once you catch your breath, get dressed, I have somewhere I need to be in about 30 minutes.” Hopper says grabbing your clothes from the floor and throwing them on your naked form. “Oh, and close the door behind you.” There’s a pause in his voice. “I want to see you again, you’re better than I expected, my precious prey.” He grins to himself as he opens the door just enough for him to slide out and closing it behind him.
You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you lay catching your breath.
Oh, and you had to remind yourself to thank Steve later, you owe him one.
"You know..." he trailed off, almost as if he was thinking of the right words so he wouldn't scare you off.
"You ever just want to get on your knees in front of someone?" He purrs, his voice gaining a sense of lust; almost as if his anger had subsided. "Don't you ever want to just submit..." he pauses.
"To love..." He continues on as he moves closer to you once more.
"To cherish...?" His lips were brushing against yours but he didn't dare move closer.
He pulls away and his blue eyes meet yours. "...to take in without giving in return? "...wouldn't it be fun to just get ravaged by one hell of a man?"
A slightly sadistic smile tugged at the corner of his lips. His hand, light in touch grazed your arm so slightly before moving up - up to cup your cheek in his palm. As his warm had touched your cheek, your gaze shifted. But it didn't last that way long when you notice that his eyes never left yours. He was searching for something, and once you were able to look him in those blue orbs, you saw something feral. And by the look in his, you could tell that he found exactly what he was searching for.
"You really are a kinky little thing." Jim whispers.
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