#cheif jim hopper

[rollerskate2theface]

I 100% believe the Byers family are shoplifters. Not like,, small business, but large chain companies they go crazy. El is already canonically a shoplifter. Hopper and Joyce stole a car. And you cannot tell me Will wasn’t slipping art supplies into his backpack with Jonathan’s tutelage since age 4.

[fandsart]

Steve: Whoa

Hopper: What?

Steve: That’s a lot of pasta for no veggies

Hopper: You’re not in charge of what I eat

Steve: That’s true. Mrs. Byers!

Joyce: *Looks disapprovingly between Hopper and his plate*

Hopper: Could someone pass the broccoli?

[starlightshadowsworld]

The new Hopper

(I had a dream last night and elaborated and wrote it down)

"Yeah Ma I’ve got everything" Said Vance for what felt like the 15th time, not that he was counting.

He wasn’t annoyed though, not his Ma at the very least.

After…everything she had every right to be afraid that he was going to be out of her sight for a while.

Abigail Hopper sighed, running a hand through her own blonde curls and smiled sadly. "I will call you every day before you go to bed, you’ve got your plane ticket.

And your uncle will be waiting for you by the gate. If anything happens, call me as soon as you can and I’ll be there."

Vance smiled a little despite himself, giving his mum a hug. He knew his Ma knew he hated this whole thing, having to stay with some uncle he hadn’t seen since he was a baby in some random fucking town while she had to go away.

Apparently some relative was sick and she was going to go luck after them.

She would have taken Vance but apparently they had a restraining order against him.

Not that Vance remembered who it was nor what he had done.

"I know Ma"

Abigail kissed his forehead "try to make the most of it, and please try not to get into too many fights. And say hi to-" She was interrupted as the gate number was called. Vance bid her goodbye and hopped onto the plane.

At least he had some comics Billy had lent him to pass the time.

Before Vance knew it, they had arrived. He walked slowly to arrivals, wanting some time to himself before having to face the world.

Maybe he sounded like a coward but he was terrified of meeting his uncle.

All he knew about him was that he was supposedly a reformed alcoholic and that he was the chief of police.

Not things that made Vance relax in the slightest.

He’d dealt with enough creepy old men to last him a lifetime.

That’s when he caught sight of a man and little girl holding a sign with "Vance Hopper" written on it.

Vance felt his blood ran cold, gripping his rucksack and suitcase, he wished not for the first time that the others were with him.

What he would do for Bruce’s easy going smile, Robin standing at his side to fight alongside him, Griffin’s steady presence, Billy’s jokes and Finney’s protectiveness.

‘Even if we aren’t with you physically, we’re bound to each other that will never go away’ that’s what Finney had said, Vance hoped he was right.

He took a deep breathe and headed towards the duo.

"Uncle Jimmy?" Asked Vance, raising an eyebrow at the older man. It probably wasn’t wise to antagonise the guy but Vance refused to give the other an edge over him. If this came to a fight he refused to go down.

The man chuckled "Jim, Jim Hopper. And your Vance, nice to meet you kid. Abigail’s told me a lot about you." Vance wondered what exactly his Ma had told the other but just nodded, not shaking the hand offered to him.

If he noticed the ACAB patch on Vance’s jacket, he didn’t mention it.

His uncle didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest, looking at the girl beside him who was looking at Vance like he was some new animal in a zoo.

"Jane, this is your cousin Vance. Vance this is my daughter Jane."

Huh, his Ma hadn’t mentioned that or at least Vance couldn’t remember her mentioning it. The last week had been a whirlwind that had rocked his world, spending more time at Grab N Go and with his friends that being at home.

"You don’t have to be scared, we’re not bad" said Jane, a softness to her eyes. Vance felt himself stand taller, not that he needed to be towered over the kid.

"I’m not afraid of anything" he said, a sharpness in his eyes that had sent many kids running for the hills.

But Jane just smiled.

Who was this kid? Gwen’s long lost twin?

"Well we best get going, you can put your bags in the boot" said Jim, Vance declined his help and put his suitcase in the boot but kept his rucksack with him as he sat in the back of the car.

It wasn’t like it was the first time he had gotten into the back of a cop car.

Vance noticed Jane hopping into the back with him, sitting by the other window.

"There are no bad men here"

He felt himself freeze…he knew his Ma and he knew she wouldn’t have told Jim about any of that without asking him if it was okay first. So this couldn’t be about what…right?

Maybe this kid really was Gwen’s long lost twin.

….or maybe she had seen his penknife that he’d been messing with?

Vance shook his head, ignoring the kid entirely and looking out the window.

"We’re gonna be having dinner with some friends, some of em are around your age" said Jim, Vance merely hummed in response.

It wasn’t like he had a choice.

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It took everything Vance had to not immediately run off when they arrived at Jim’s supposed home.

A place where no one would find Vance, no one knew he was here….if he screamed no one would find him.

He had his penknife in hand, trying not to show how freaked out he was.

Vance wanted his mum…he wanted his boys…

He couldn’t die here.

Vance kept his rucksack on him, he didn’t want to be parted from it in case something happened and he needed to make a getaway.

He had all his essentials stashed inside just in case. He splashed some water on his face and ran a hand through his a hair.

He was okay.

He would be okay.

Everything was okay.

A knock on the door bought him back to reality, opening the door Vance saw Jane looking up at him "ready?"

He nodded, letting her lead him back to the car. Jim raised an eyebrow at his bag but didn’t say anything as he drove away from the cabin.

The further they got away from that place the better if you asked Vance.

He felt himself relax slightly once he could no longer see that damn place.

The car ride had a heavy silence over it, Jim clearly didn’t know what to say to his nephew and Jane was just content to look out the window.

Not that Vance cared to break the silence, he didn’t know these people and he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

He already missed his friends.

Vance could picture them all sat in the car, Robin would have been ranting about a new horror movie he had seen.

Telling them the plot in great detail with Bruce questioning how he can watch such a thing.

Griffin would be piping up about some movie he’d seen, something a lot less scarier with Finney and Billy asking them both questions that they’d happily answer.

They once went on an hour rant on how Texas Chainsaw Massacre would have been better if Leather head gone into the fashion business.

The smile fell from his face as the car pulled up and stopped in front of a house.

This one a lot less remote and had several other cars around it.

Though one of them was a sleek black van, Vance avoided looking at that one as the trio got out of the car.

Jim knocked on the door and a woman came out, kissing his cheek and smiling at him.

…Okay than.

"And oh El it’s lovely to see you, and you must be Vance. I’m Joyce Byers, it’s lovely to meet you dear." Said Joyce, pulling Vance into a hug before he had a chance to move.

He froze but she was patient, her smile one of a mother one that reminded him of his Ma and so he slowly hugged her back.

"Er…yeah, hi Mrs Byers." Vance said awkwardly, Joyce chuckled "oh none of that now, it’s just Joyce dear. Now come in, come in. I’m afraid we started early, you know what the kids are like."

Jane ran into the living room, a wide smile on her face as she sat with a girl with fiery red hair who smiled back at her.

Vance stepped in behind her, feeling eyes on him. He stood tall, hiding any of the unease on his face and straightened his posture like he was going into a fight.

Vance would be damned if anyone here tried to make him feel small or afraid, if any of them saw how uneasy he felt to be here.

"Did one of you lil shirts clone Billy while I wasn’t watching?" Asked one of em who looked a tad familiar, with a teasing grin on his face as he eyed Vance who glared at him.

The boy than eeped as he was elbowed in the side and dramatically fell off the sofa by a girl who looked somewhat familiar.

"Eddie! Don’t be rude!"

"Jesus H Christ Buckley, why do you have the boniest elbows in all of Hawkins?!"

"I’ll show you boney elbows Munson!"

"Both of you get up!"

"….yes Nancy!"

Nancy gave Vance an apologetic smile "sorry about them, we were supposed to have a better first impression but they didn’t get the memo. I’m Nancy, this is Eddie, Robin, Jonathan, Argyle" she pointed to the two obviously stoned duo in the corner. "And st-"

"Vance!"

Vance paused, looking to the last of the older kids. His hair was different but retained its old curls, he was wearing some polo that he’d never have worn before…but Vance would recognise that voice anywhere.

"Finney?!"

That’s all it took for Finney to tackle him into a hug and send them both falling to the ground.

"Your here! Your actually here! Holy shit your here Vance!" Yelled Finney, excitedly his smile wide and happy in a way no one in the room had ever seen him look before.

"Finney…how, how the fuck…you sneaky little motherfucker!" Yelled Vance, pushing him off and sitting on the floor before hugging him close.

"Oh man, is pinball Vance Hopper excited to see little ol me" giggled Finney with a cheeky grin.

It melted into a genuine one when he saw the tears on Vance’s face.

"I forgot…fuck I forgot this is where those assholes sent you…"

How had he forgotten….how had Vance forgotten where one of his best friends had been shipped off too.

Finney softened, hugging Vance close and Vance let himself melt into it. All the stress and fear of the day melting away in his friends warm embrace.

Finney was like that, warm and kind.

"It’s all good, I didn’t say I’d be here…here because I wanted to surprise you, so o told your mum to keep it a secret. Heh, I’m just happy your here. I’ve missed you assholes so much." He said, eyes shiniing with tears that Vance gently wiped away.

"Us 2…wait…those motherfuckers they knew all along!" Growled Vance.

No wonder they’d all put "secret" stuff in his bag that "he’d know what to do when he got here"…they were talking about Finney!

Which sent said boy down in fits of laughter.

Vance smirked, before grabbing him into a noogie.

"You mischievous little shits, going behind my back to trick me!"

"Vance! Lemme gooo!!!"

Laughed Finney, trying to get away but Vance holding him in place.

"Nope, never your staying right here Finney Elias Blake!"

"How did you…Gwen…ugh get off me you big lump!"

"Not till you say sorry!" Sang Vance, ruffling Finney’s hair and making him eep and try and wiggle away to no avail.

"Vance Caleb Hopper!"

"…Who the fuck told you that?!"

"Bruce"

"…that asshole!"

Finney used Vance’s distraction to wiggle out of his hold and wrestle him to the ground.

The other blinked before grinning widely and they both began rolling around laughing as they wrestled each other.

"What the hell is going on in here?!"

Finney felt Vance stiffen and held him close as Jim and Joyce walked in. "This doesn’t sound like people eating dinner, and what are you too doing on the floor.

I hope you aren’t getting into any fights already kid."

"Hey! Leave him alone Hop!"

"You stay out of this Harrington."

"Harrington?" Asked Vance and Finney sighed "yeah it’s my aunt and uncles last name, made me change it. Here I’m called Steve Harrington."

Vance snorted "sounds like some bitch kid I’d beat up outside Grab N Go."

Finney snorted "right!"

Vance looked up at the very confused Jim Hopper, slinging an arm around Finney "could’ve told me one of my best friends was gonna be here, Uncle Jimmy."

Finney snorted, copying his action and looking up at the chief. "Yeah Hop, didn’t Ms Hopper tell you about Finney Blake?"

Jim looked between the two of them "….no…that can’t be you…"

"Wow Cheif that really stings you know, I know you guys think I’m stupid but I know who I am." Scoffed Steve, Vance’s eyes widened before gaining a dangerous glint.

"Who the fuck said you were stupid Finney?!" He said, his tone dangerous. Finney snorted, curling up beside him "who doesn’t everyone says it aleast 6 times a day maybe that’s my name instead?"

Vance held him close, hugging him "you point em out to me and I’ll sort em out."

"Vance you can’t"

"I think you’ll find I can, hell I’ll call the others and they’ll be on their way. Sure Bruce and Robin will wanna hear this."

Finney shook his head but their was a fond smile on his face, knowing that all his bois would be there with Gwen to defend his honour and kick ass if anyone tried to hurt him.

"…okay what the fuck is going on?!"

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Jim hopper Imagine: seeing you for the first time after being seperated for years.

Jim  Hopper was the one that got away, he was your soulmate. or you thought he was until he announced he was leaving for war. you kept up and were faithful but something changed when he came home he iddn't want you. he was polite and kind about breaking up with you and he soon meet his Now ex wife. but Hopper would admit he had doubts marrying her after hearing that you were dating Frank Mosie. from their sleepy town. a rich guy who had No morals and had No hint of fun in his bones. he drove up to Hawkin to your house to talk to you. to see you were having a family dinner and Frank postposed to you and you instantyl agreed. He realized it owuldnt be fair to break the happy celebration on his doubts. so he left you alone.

years passed you were now single, you neve rmade it down the aile with Frank and Hopper went from a father, to divioiced to now a father again. while you were Running a sucessful business that sent you taveling all over the world. you always considered Hawkins your home. so it wans' abnormal for you to visit. your family was still there. your home. your friends. you were just walking into the police sation to bug your little brother who was on the force when you came across Hopper. jaw dropped to the floor seeing you. your hair wa smore colred now. and more lively hen your old Mousy blonde hair. your cloths were miostly designer as you wore scandles cause of the hot weather. Hopper was completely in shock seeing you. not saying a word. as you walked around him to see your brother as you completely ingored the man who brok eyour heart.

the visit was quick as you soon walked out leaving as Hopper followed you out mouth slightly open in disbelief. he couldn't understand how you didn't age. you still looked liek you did when you were in high school. assed the desinger attire. stood the girl he was madly in love with in high school and how he lost his first kiss, iFirst time and frist heartbreak all to you. the girl he has dreamt babout for years. he couldn't believe it.

"Cheif- you know.. she's moving back home."

Hoper turned to he's co worker noticing it was your brother he spoke, "she signle?"

"As a jaybird.. i would hurry those. a girl like that doesn't stay single for long."

[on-coming-dusk]

i'm back with another stranger things work that i have up on my ao3!! this is a steddie fic that i posted back in november and the steddie aspect actually hits in chapter 2. what's posted right now is really just wayne munson being protective of his kid! chapter 2 is going well and i am so excited to get it up once i've completed it :)

those boys were never meant to be friends was born from this concept of what it might look like when wayne watches his nephew fall in love with steve harrington himself with some additional spice and Hawkins small town drama thrown in.

a little preview of chapter 2 can be found here

[neganwifey25-blog]

Omfg this was amazing 😩🤤

Make Me

Request: “Idea was smart ass banter that leads to maybe a fight to a hookup. The general idea being it’s someone much like Hopper in personality and confrontation giving him his due and it erupting into finally just blowing up into banging eachother’s brains out because HELLO TENSION!”

Summary: You’re Hawkins’ finest prosecutor, smart and resourceful, beautiful and cunning. With most of your time spent at the station, butting heads with the Chief of police, what happens when all that tension comes to a head?

Pairing: Hopper x Fem!Reader

Warning: extremely NSFW content here, guys, you’re fucking welcome. Rough sex, oral sex, vag fingering, choking, spanking, Hopper’s dirty ass mouth, some feels for good measure, power dynamics, a deliciously dom Hopper, only the finest of smuts for my followers.

Word Count: 4,500

Keep reading

[munsonsprincess11111]

Hopper and munson?

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: your Jim hoppers daughter. Dating the one and only Eddie munson. You've been dating for 2 months but it's finally time for that dreaded family get together. In this al comes back purely for this get together and leaves again.

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Eddie loves you. More then anything. Only catch. He's a munson. Your a hopper. Yours dad's cheif of police. His is a master criminal. Eddie tells his dad about your relationship on a pgine call and askes him to come for the family dinner. To his surprise al agrees.

He was due to come to your house at 5pm Wednesday after school with Al and Wayne. But the hole school day. Eddie was a fucking wreck.

"Dude you've met hop before." Gareth says trying to calm Eddie. He glares at the boy. "I'm aware but I've never done this. I've never been around him while dating his daughter and my dad actually being present." Eddie's legs bouncing as he says this. He's wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans. But he feels the smallest weight lifted off his shoulder when you come up behind him and kiss his cheek.

"Calm down." You whisper in his ear. You sit next to him placing your bag next to you. Eddie looks up at you and smiles leg still shaking. You put your hand out and Eddie gladly takes it. Laying his head on the table. Slowly his leg stops bouncing.

"Thank fuck your here thought he was gonna explode." Dustin says from thr other end of the table. Eddie looks up and shoots him a glare putting his head back on the table.

"First I doubt he would've exploded. Second he has every right to be anxious. Fuck wouldn't you all be. Dustin how would u feel if suzie asked u to meet her super religious dad?" You ask Dustin.

"I'd be nervous as shit." HE mumbles

"EXACTLY Eddie's feeling like that times 100 right now. So all of you shut up and eat your food. And I swear next person to say something about Eddie I'm gonna personally punch. OK?" NO one at the hellfire table likes it when u switch. So they all nod and start talking about anything and everything else

"Thank you." Eddie whispers squeezing your hand slightly. He was stressed. He knew what his dad was like. He knew your parents hated eachother. "Your welcome." You whisper back. Eddie stays like that the rest of lunch. 15 minutes later the bell goes and your all parting ways.

"SEE ya at 5 handsome." You says kissing his cheek walking off to your lesson. Swaying your hips to give him a little show. He smirks shaking his head. But ad u disappear out of sight the anxiety is back. Roll on 5 o'clock.

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Eddie knocks on your door. Al stood next to him Wayne the other side. He's a wreck. But he can't show that standing next to his dad. So he had to try cover it up. Not to Eddie's luck hopper answers the door. "Eddie. Allen. Wayne." HE greets them letting them In. "Jim long time no see buddy." Als trying his charming munsin smile. But that won't work on Jim. He's seen it to many times.

"Evening Jim." Wayne greets shaking his hand. Hopper smiles and nods at Wayne. Wayne's the good munson out of all of them. You come walking from the living room into the doorway bit. Eddie's eyes immediately on you. Your wearing a short red dress that fits you right n shows all your curves. Some mascara. Fishnet tights and red heels that Eddie has seen you fall over in many times.

"Well well. This must be the famous y/n Eddie's told me so much about." Eddie's dad says to you. All you do is smile. You can see how uptight Eddie is. So you use your brain walk over to him grab his hand and walk him to the kitchen.

"You OK?" You ask him as soon as you enter your kitchen. He nods. "Liar." You say bluntly. All he does is wrap his arms around you. You wrap your arms around him going him three for a second. Letting him have some relief of everything.

The adults are making small talk in the living room. And your just holding your boy. Doing anything you can to calm him for even 30 seconds. "OK right. Let's go in there before I actually have a fucking break down" Eddie says laughing. You can tell its a forced laugh but you nod and take his hand and walk in the living room with him.

"There they are the happy couple!" Eddie's dad says as you enter the room. Eddie just nods and sits on the couch. You sit next to him still holding his hand. After 5 minutes his leg starts slowly bouncing again. "WHY you so anxious boy. Calm down. Your the one who wanted to date the chiefs daughter this was gonna hapoend sooner or later." Al says with a smile on his face.

Eddie gets up and mumbled the word bathroom before disappearing to the bathroom. "Excuse him Wayne's turned him into a real pussy while Ive been away. So Jim how's the job?" Al says still smiling. They all continue talking.

"Y/n if you don't mind us wondering who asked who out?" Jim askes you.

"Eddie asked me out." You say drinking some of your drink.

"Really didn't expect him to have the balls to actually ask a girl out. He was single for so long surprises me." Al says.

You look at Wayne who's just sat observing. Then to your dad who's talking to Al. Then at the bathroom where Eddie disappeared to. "I'm gonna go check on eds." You say quickly getting up so no one can stop u.

"Eddie babe you OK?" You ask knock on the door. No answer. You knock again and he unlocks the door. Walking in you see Eddie in a complete mess. "Oh babe." You say closing and locking the door.

He's stood twisting his rings. Leg shaking fast and looks drained. "I'm a fucking mess y/n I can't do this. My dad can't shut his mouth. Your dad already hates me. I'm fucked I'm fucking fucked." HE says putting his elbows on the sink and head in his hands.

You don't onow what to say. You want to help him. But you don't know how. "Eddie?" You says quietly. He looks at u and nods. I'm sorry." You say. Eddie stands up straight and looks you in the eyes sighing.

"NO. Ok no your not don't apologise like my dumbass dad said it was gonna happen. It's not your fault so don't apologise. I'm sorry I can't fucking handle myself. Babe I'm so fucking sorry. I'm trying I really am cause I love you and i-" he stops. You stare him in the eyes. Well he's never said that before.

"Y-you what?" You ask him softly. Eddie stares into space registering he actually said it. He smiles slightly n looks at you. "I fucking love you." Eddie says. The most confident he's been all morning

"I-i love you too." You smile slightly.

He walks over to your hugging you and kissing you. You kiss him back and wrap your arms around his neck. "Can't believe our first I love you was in your bathroom." Eddie chuckles dropping his head in your neck.

"Fuck it. Common were going back out there n imma fucking deal with it." Eddie says. He grabs your hand and walks out the bathroom to the living room. He sits on the couch. You go to sit next to him but he pulls your straight into his lap. It's like someone flipped a switch and all his cocky confidence was back.

"Look who's finally gonna join us. Remember your words now?" Al says tryna make Eddie feel small.

"Hmm let me think. Fuck you al. Oh yeah there back." HE says, looking his dad straight in the eyes with a grin across his face. That's your Eddie. Al sits there looking a bit taken back by his sins words. Wayne let's out a laugh along with your dad.

"What she do help you find your balls on there?" Al says to Eddie clearly trying to start something and make him look bad.

"If anyone needs there balls finding it's you. Atleast I'm not gonna run away at the end of tonight cause so many people in this town hate me. Nah imma deal with it." Eddie's grinning as he can tell he's getting to his dad.

"Watch it-" he tries to say but Eddie cuts him off. "Or what. We're at the chief of polices House. You. Can't. Do. Shit." Eddie says making his words clear. Your dad then looks at Al and nods agreeing with Eddie.

10 minutes later he's walking out the door. "Right let's start this evening again. Hi hop I'm Eddie munson I'm the prick dating your daughter. You already don't like me but I guarantee now u don't like me more. I'm probably gonna sneak in her window a few times so heads up. If she's gone late my bad it'll be my fault. If we ever get married her last name will be munson. I'll probably see you in the next week when you pull me over for speeding. Ive kissed her. Told her i love her. She said it back. Weve had sex. It was safe dont you worry. Oh and I smoke." Eddie says clapping his hands at the end. Your jaw drops.

Jim stares at him. "I hate and like you munson." HE finally says. Wayne let's out a loud laugh tour jaw still hung open. Eddie closes your mouth for you. "Careful babe you might eat a fly." HE winks.

"Who's for dinner?" Jim says getting up. "ME ill come help you serve Jim." Wayne says walking out the room eith your dad.

Eddie jumps on top of you as soon as there out of sight kissing your lips and neck. He pulls his head away and looks you in the eyes. "I DINT think I was scared about this I think it purely was my dad." HE says twiddling your hair. Your nod running your fingers through his hair. "Howd I do." HE askes looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes.

"I love you Eddie munson." You say. That's all the reassurance he needs. He cuddles into you letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"I love you too... y/n munson."

[lightvixxen]

stress relief

So my amazing friend ceebs or @maladaptive-day-dreams convinced me to write a st x cm crossover and well...Hopper/Reader/Hotch was born.

SUMMARY: Hopper and Hotch are working late when they decide to have some fun with the shoplifter that got dragged into the station earlier that day

WC:3134

WARNINGS: spit roasting, degrading, MMF threesome, reader's age is not confirmed but she IS 18+, spoiled brat! reader, rich!reader, modern!st, choking, name-calling, basic cm shit. not proofread

The BAU was called into a small town of indiana, Hawkins to be exact, the run of the mill serial killer who had a knack for kidnapping. The team could already tell this was going to be a hard case, seeing as the killer didn’t seem to have a type.

“How long does he keep them?” Emily pipes up, the file was already hard to Figure out since there was apparently no specific time frame the killer stuck to. 

“As of now that is undetermined…the local police there doesn’t have a single lead despite how small the town is.” Hotch told her, “Which is the exact reason we’ve been called in. They’ve been dealing with most likely the same killer for years so they thought a fresh pair of eyes would be good.” 

“So they have basically nothing?” The team asks at the same time, and Hotch nods. 

“It’s definitely not ideal but we have delt with worse…” Hotch’s statement was met with a chorus of agreement, they have delt with worse evidence before. 

Once the jet landed the team immediately went to the Hawkins police department, not wanting to waste another second not solving this case. Walking into the department they were almost immediately met with a bustling space of police officers. As they stood there looking around trying to find anyone that could help them, they hear a deep voice from behind them. 

“You guys the BAU?” the voice asks, as they turn around they’re met with a broad man with facial hair, he was a little chubby but they could tell he was at least a little fit. 

“Yes we are, I’m Unit Cheif Aaron Hotchner, this is SSA Morgan, JJ, Prentiss and Dr. Reid.” Hotch introduces each of them, pointing to the respective person.

“I’m Jim Hopper, chief of police.” They do the routine of shaking hands before Hopper shows them where they can set up.

“So what do you know about the killer we’re working with?” Hotch asks, hoping that getting information out of the file they were giving would somehow help them. 

Hopper scratches his head “Only that he’s one sick son of a bitch, while the time he keeps his victims are undetermined…we never find them, its like they just vanish into thin air.” Hotch nods, “okay, yeah, that’s actually helpful.” Hopper nods, before leaving them to work. 

—---

It had Only been a week and the team and the entire police department were stressed out of their minds. Still no new leads, suspects, nothing, It was as if the Killer was a ghost or something. It was 2pm when they dragged in a screaming girl, saying something about how her father will bail her out. They dragged her back into a holding cell about 20 minutes later as they weren’t getting an answer from anyone they called. 

Hotch walked out to where Hopper was standing with his arms crossed, looking over some officers desk and at his computer. 

“Don’t forget this is her third time-” Hopper looked over to Hotch with a questioning look. 

“Who was that? A suspect or-” 

Hopper laughed at his question, “God no, that was y/n l/n, she has some sticky fingers and has gotten caught shoplifting about three times now…we call her our resident spoiled brat. She comes from a rich family that resides here in Hawkins.” 

Hotch’s eyebrows raised at hearing that you came from a rich family. 

“If she’s rich why does she feel the need to shoplift?” 

“Daddy doesn’t give her attention, never has, i’ve caught her flirting with multiple of my officers before aswell.” 

Hotch nods “The typical daddy issues story…of course.” 

—--

It was late, Hotch was at one of the open desks, he needed to get out of the confined office space that was the conference room they were set up in before he went crazy. 

He looked over at the clock that told him it was about 1:15. He sighed, looking over to where Hopper was. 

“Did anyone ever come and get that one girl that got brought in earlier?” 

Hopper looked up from the file he was focused on and shook his head. 

“Nope, we called her daddy probably 5 times and he didn’t pick up, my guess is he’s tired of bailing his troublemaker daughter out.” Hotch laughed at that, usually in rich families that is the case, especially if its already known she’s trouble. 

“You’d think he’d be trying to cover up her arrest by now” 

“Oh he did the first two times…but this time she got caught at a busy hour with hundreds of people watching and word travels fast in a town like this.” 

Hotch laughs and nods once again, going back to the file infront of him. Another hour went by before Hopper got up grabbing Aarons attention. 

“I’m gonna check on our spoiled prisoner? Wanna come? Stretch your legs a little…actually fix your posture?” Hopper asks him and Aaron agrees, getting up and following the other man into the holding cell area. 

You were sat on the bed that they placed in the cell, leaning against the wall and facing the bars, you had no idea what time it was but the lack of guards told you that it was late. You perked up and the sound of a door opening and the sound of footsteps approaching, you had hoped it was Hopper or one of the officers coming with your father. 

While the man that accompanied Hopper wasn’t your father you definitely weren’t disappointed. He was tall and broad, dark hair resting ontop of his head and a suit telling that wasn’t a cop, he was fucking hot, he practically oozed dominance, just like Hopper did, telling you he was in a positon of power. 

“Ooo who’s this?” you ask, getting up from your spot and walking up to the bars and leaning against them, hoping to get a better look of the mystery man. “You are definitely not a cop..” 

Hotch looks down at you, and heat travels straight to your core at the realization that even from behind the bars he still has to look down to see you. 

“Your right, i’m a FBI agent.” God even his voice was sexy, you bit your lip staring at him, before you turned your attention to Hopper. 

“Why are you guys here? Did daddy finally pick up?” you ask the two men, only to be met with a head shake. 

“You might be stuck here for a little while if your waiting for your daddy to bail you out.” Hopper told you and you groaned. 

“Then why the fuck are you here?” 

“Just to check on you, the routine.” 

You leaned against the bars once again, bored out of your mind. 

“Can’t you just…let me go? I mean you already know the bail and fine will be paid…” 

Hopper sighed, “You know damn well I can’t do that, its a good way to lose my job.” 

You pouted, giving him your best puppy eyes, 

“Pleasee Hop…I promise to be on best behavior when I get out, I won’t tell anyone, pink promise!” 

“No is the final answer sweetheart, Those puppy eyes have no effect on me and you know that. Also how many times have I told you not to call me that. 

While you were talking to Hopper Aaron finally got a good look at you, you were wearing a short white crop top that read ‘angel’ across your boobs, paired with an equally short pink skirt, if you could even call it that, it only came up to the tops of your thighs. 

“Can you at least let me out for a little bit? I’m bored out of my mind in here.” Aaron looked at Hopper, expecting him to say no and just leave it at that, instead he fished the cells keys out of his pocket and unlocked the cell. 

“Turn around.” he told you in a stern voice 

“Seriously you know I won’t-” 

“He said turn around, your lucky we’re even letting you leave this cell at all.” Hotch snapped at you, using the same tone Hopper had. You rolled your eyes before turning around and placing your hands behind your back. 

You felt warm hands before the cold metal of the handcuffs, you guessed it was Hopper because of how rough he was with your arms. 

“Ow! Too tight!” you whined when he tightened them, your back automatically straightening at the pressure on your wrists.

“They’re not and you know it, stop being fucking dramatic.” you heard Hoppers gruff voice from behind you before he escorted you out to the office area of the police department. 

“Sit” He told you, pushing you into the chair next to his desk, you did what you were told, just glad you were out of the dingy cell. Looking around the station you were able to stare at the FBI agent, noticing the obvious stress on both of their faces. 

“Hey FBI agenttt” you called out to him in a singsongy voice, grabbing his attention, once you were sure you had his attention you asked his name, since neither him or Hopper had mentioned it. 

“My name is Aaron Hotchner.” He told you with the most monotone voice you have probably heard come from anyones mouth. You smiled at him, before looking at Hopper. 

“Why can’t you be that nice to me? He actually gave me a clear answer without calling me a name…” you pouted and  Hopper looked at you before looking towards Aaron, “Because he doesn’t know how much of a spoiled brat you can be.”

“But I think I’m starting to learn.” Aaron chimed in, you gasped, looking at both men infront of you, 

“I’m not a spoiled brat!” you huffed, and the two men looked at eachother and Hopper laughed, 

“Thats something only a brat would say!” Hopper told you, and Hotch agreed with him. 

“I would cross my arms if I could right now I hope you know that.” 

“We know sweetheart, we know.” is all Hopper said before getting back to work, Hotch joining him and returning to the file he had been going over and over for hours already. 

Only a few minutes had passed before you spoke up.

“Are you sure there’s nothing that can get me out of here without my dad?! Seriously I’ll do anything! Please! Just name what you want!” you begged, tearing the mens attention away from their work, Hopper glared at you. 

“What part of no do you not understand? Were you never told it growing up?” 

“No” You giggled, “I got everything I asked for so I wouldn’t bother my daddy” you smirked at the dumbfounded faces on the two men. 

“Oh don’t act like your surprised my family is rich, we could afford the things I wanted!” 

“No fucking wonder your so spoiled, you got everything you wanted just by being annoying.” Hopper grumbled, and you just beamed. 

“And I’m very good at being annoying” You smirked again “So you should just let me go now, i’ll talk to my father when I get home and he can pay-” 

Aaron got up and walked to where you were sitting, grabbing a handful of your hair. 

“Or maybe we should just duct tape your mouth shut, that way you can’t bother us…or better yet…” He trailed off looking at Hopper, “We could use her as some…stress relief” 

Hopper smirked at his suggestion, “I think thats an amazing idea actually” You felt heat pool in your belly immediately and the hungry gazes that the two men gave you, “She’d probably enjoy it too, wouldn’t you sweetheart?” Hopper got up to stand next to Hotch, his hand grabbing your chin. You nodded quickly, if you weren’t going to be let out tonight this was the next best outcome, at least you wouldn’t be bored anymore. 

“Words pretty girl.” Hotch spoke up, letting go of your hair. 

“Yes, fuck yes, please” You once again begged. 

“You sound so much better when your begging” Hopper told you before yanking you out of your seat, forcing you onto your stomach over his desk. 

“Lets see…which end do you want first, Hotch? Mouth or pussy?” Hopper asked standing next to your figure. 

“I’ll take her mouth first, you’ve known the little slut longer, you deserve her cunt.” 

Hopper smirked wildly before taking his place behind you, flipping your skirt up he tuts when he sees the damp patch in your panties, “God you really are a slut, your already wet, love the idea of two men old enough to be your father using you?” You nod and he slaps your ass harshly, obviously expecting a verbal response. 

“Yes!” You don’t know you manage to even form a verbal response when Hotch is infront of you undoing his belt, his hands are so big they practically cover the entirety of the buckle and it has you fucking drooling. He’s only half hard and yet you can tell that he’s big. You already knew Hopper was big the few times he had to pin you against a wall just to put handcuffs on you. 

You already knew you most likely wouldn’t be doing a whole lot of talking after this…

Hotch taps your cheek with a mumbled ‘open”, you opened your mouth welcoming his half hard cock into your mouth, while Hopper ran his fingers through your wet cunt, he eventually sinks one finger into your waiting hole causing you to moan around Aarons cock, which caused the other man to groan. He tangled his fingers in your hair, beginning to fuck your face. 

Hopper added another finger into your hole, slowing finger fucking you, your muffled moans turned into slight gagging as Hopper hit your g-spot with his fingers at the same time Hotch forced his cock to the back of your throat. 

“You can take it.” Hopper told you before removing his fingers from your cunt, wiping his fingers against the skin of your thigh. Causing you to whine at the feeling. 

“Oh be fucking quiet, your lucky we’re even using you right now.” Hotch spoke up from above you, hearing Hoppers belt hit the floor and his pant being unzipped sent another flood of arousal through you. Wiggling your hips you couldn’t wait to be filled by his cock. 

Hopper pushed his cock into you and you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head, between Hotch’s cock and his you felt so fucking full, you really wished you weren’t handcuffed so you had something to hold onto. 

You practically shrieked around Aarons cock when Hopper bottomed out, almost immediately pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained in your cunt before pushing all the way in. 

The two men smiled wickidely as they heard you splutter around Aarons cock when they timed their thrusts together. 

“Fuuck Her mouth is fucking amazing…” Hotch mumbled, watching as his cock dissappeared into your mouth over and over again, “I’m not gonna last much longer…” He groaned as he felt your tongue run over a vein that was on the underside of his dick. 

“Shit me neither, her cunt is so fucking tight she’s practically sucking me in…” Hoppers hands were digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises that would last for weeks. 

The two men shared a look before they both pulled out of you, much to your distaste, you whined, almost begging for them to return to where they were. 

“No no, please, I was getting so close.” you tolf them, but the two men just laughed. 

“Too fucking bad, your just here to be a toy for us, you probably won’t be cumming tonight.” Hopper told you, settling infront of you and grabbing your hair, just like Aaron did. While the other grabs your hips lining himself up with your hole. 

“Now get to work” Hopper spat at you, using the hand that wasn’t holding your hair to line his cock up with your mouth. Aaron sunk his cock into you before you had a chance to welcome Hoppers cock into your mouth, a gruttal moan ripped through your throat before Hopper shoved his cock into it, hitting the back of your throat immediately. You got to work sucking Hoppers cock with the same enthusiasm that you did with Aarons. 

“Fuckkkk I’m gonna cum baby, want me to come in your mouth?” You tried you best to nod, looking up at the olderman infront of you. 

“Good, cause you didn’t have a choice.” It didn’t take long before Hoppers hips started thrusting into your face, forcing you to deep throat him and then still as he came down your throat. You took his cum as best you could, reveling in the salty taste. 

“God you really are a fucking whore.” He mumbled, pulling out of your mouth, “Now be a good girl and swallow.” And you did, you might’ve choked a little bit because as you did Aaron had decided that was a perfect time to move one of his hands down to rub your clit. 

Now that your mouth was free your moans fell freely from your throat, you couldn’t hold them back if you even tried. Hotch was bullying your cunt with each snap of his hips, his fingers making work on your clit, he had you hurtiling to the edge faster that anyone had. 

“Fuck, fuck, so good.” you moaned, eyes rolling back into your head, but it wasn’t enough, you needed more. 

“Fuck, choke me please.” you pleaded with the man behind you, the though of his hand wrapping around your throat too good to pass up.

“Oh she likes being choked does she?” the two men laughed at hoppers statement, the hand that was on your hip came up to wrap around your throat, cutting off your air supply. You were so fucking close to the edge. 

“I’m gonna cum! Please, please don’t stop!” you practically screamed out, Hotch grunted behind you, you took that as a confirmation that he wouldn’t. After a few more thrusts of his hips your body was convulsing, and a cry fell from your lips as you came, not even a minute Hotch followed, he buried himself deep into your cunt as he came. 

You were both out of breath as he pulled out, sweat dotting everyones foreheads and you laid limply across Hoppers desk, effectively fucked out. You felt one of the men undo your cuffs, Hopper picked you up gently. 

“Lets go get you cleaned up.” He walked with you towards the bathroom, Hotch following close behind and you smiled, cuddling into the older mans chest. 

“But do not think this night is over…we’re both extremely pent up.”

[thatoneuserb]

This is not cannon at all.

Young Steve Harrington walking through the dark streets of Hawkins Indiana all alone after a basketball game.

His father was to 'busy' to come and watch him.

Steve was disappointed but was used to it by now his father always missed things and his mother just simply didn't care.

It was freezing cold and Steve didn't have a jacket. He was shivering from the cold bitting at his skin and his teeth chatterd.

Steve couldn't tell where he was going until big lights lit up behind him singling it was a car.

Steve's anxiety was high right now he always had it.

A car pulls up beside him and the owner rolls down his window.

"what are you doing outside alone kid?" The man asked Steve couldn't tell who he was because of the dark.

"i.."

"I'm cheif Jim Hopper, where are your parents?" Hopper asked that made Steve fell a little bit better

"home" Steve answered he wasn't lying

"it's like -20 degrees and your what 9? Out he alone is dangerous I'll take you to the station" Hopper said

Steve got in the car and kept shivering until Hopper handed him a blanket

"thank you.." Steve said looking down

"it's no problem kid" Hopper said smiling softly at steve, Steve reminded him of his late daughter Sarah.

Hopper brang Steve to the station and called his dad which wasn't so pleased.

Hopper always thought the Harrington parents were suspicious so he always kept a eye on them.

Who knew Hopper and Steve would build up a good relationship?

[swirllemongrass]

No bc whenever I say “I’m sobbing” I’m usually joking but this actually made me cry. Like, my eyes still sting rn. I need this to happen in season 5. El deserves the space to be able to grow in her own. She doesn’t need to rely on Mike or Hopper like she used to, she needs them to let go of her. To let her grow. To let her become her own person.

She’s not just some superhero. She’s more than just her supernatural powers. She more than some lab experiment. She’s a daughter. A sister. A friend. BEST friend. El will become a hero, like how Hopper is a hero, because the things she does shouldn’t be considered incredible because of her powers, but because she’s brave and resilient. Although she doesn’t know who she is entirely, she’ll do her damn hardest to do what she thinks is right, and she’ll do it because of her own conscience, not because someone tells her to do so.

She doesn’t need to rely on someone like a puppy anymore. She’s growing into her own person, but for her to be able to bloom, the people in her life have to let her have a taste of freedom. Of fresh, unsterile air. They need to let her thrive. They can’t shield her anymore, because at this point it’ll only her at this point. If they’re able to do that, I believe El will become beautiful, just like a fresh flower in spring that has been cared for so tenderly for so long. A flower that is beautiful in its own right, but knowing the context just makes it glow more. It makes you proud and you can’t help but smile like an idiot when you look at it.

So, to Mike, she doesn’t need you anymore. I hope you’re able to let go of her. To let her thrive and live. Because that’s what she really needs. Your support, not your desperation, because I know you care.

I feel like all the Hopper and Mike parallels aren’t so much about Mike being like a caretaker to El, but more about how El plays a similar role in both Hopper and Mike’s life. El is someone they both care about very much, with both of them claiming their life started to mean something when they found her.

Hoppers letter: “I left some Eggos out in the woods and you came into my life. I started to feel things again. I started to feel happy.”

Mike’s monologue: “I feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods.”

They were both struggling with the loss of someone when they found El. She gave them a new purpose, she made them feel happy when nothing else could.

Hoppers monologue: “I told myself they needed me. But that wasn’t true. That’s a lie, they didn’t need me, I needed them.”

Mike in the van: “What if after all this is over, she doesn’t need me anymore? … The truth is, when I stumbled on her in the woods, she just needed someone.”

Hopper and Mike BOTH needed El when they found her. Mike is scared of her not needing him because he needed her. Mike is still telling himself she needs him, even though it’s becoming harder for him to ignore the fact that she doesn’t. Hopper went through the same thing in s3, he wanted her to stay away from Mike and hang out with him more. He was missing the days when it was just the two of them, and when El relied more heavily on him. Hopper’s letter focused so much on Mike because a lot of what he was saying could be applied to him. He’s scared of change.

Mike wishes their relationship could be like it was before, with El more dependent on him so he could feel the same happiness he did when he felt like she needed him. Hopper had the same struggle with accepting that El wasn’t going to need him forever, and she would eventually grow up and become independent. 

Hopper and Mike both have to let El go in order for her to be happy. She’ll always be a part of their lives, but they’ve both had to accept that she doesn’t need them by her side all the time anymore. She can only become the best version of herself when she lets go of the people who wanted her to stay the same. 

Hopper and Mike were El’s first guides to the world. They showed her how things work, what to eat, how to speak, and made rules for her to follow in order for her to stay hidden and safe. Everything she knew about the world came from what they told her; hence why Max said “Not Hopper, not Mike, you” because the only things she had ever liked were things they had shown her. They always wanted what was best for her, but their flaw was wanting her to stay the same person due to their own fears and insecurities. They could never show El everything she wanted to see because they still saw her as someone who needed protecting. 

Hopper accepted this in s3, he acknowledged that El was growing and changing without him, and encouraged her to keep doing so. The only thing he asked was that he wanted to always be a part of her life. He still needs her, and he probably always will. But he’s okay with her being alone and making her own rules. 

Now it’s time for Mike to do the same. 

[fictionalwench]

Want

Jim Hopper x Reader

Warnings: smut, age gap, size kink slightly, praise, foul language, Jim being fucking oblivious.

Hoppers old.

Or getting there at least.

And he knows it.

   But somehow you're still here in his bed, your youthful cheek squished against his chest, your arm thrown around his middle that he knows isn't as toned as it used to be. 'A Dad bod,' you'd called it. Said it was hot. He'd just rolled his eyes, giving your ass a playful swat.

   You'd met when you began secretary work at the police station. It was a long, pining heavy minute before he ever approached you romantically. You'd flirted with him, or tried, but he couldn't possibly fathom someone as young and vibrant as you wanting him. He'd tried to avoid you, despite working so closely together. That all changed one night when he had to stay late to do paperwork, and you'd volunteered to stay behind to help. He'd tried insisting you go home, telling you he'd take care of it, saying you should get some rest. But you'd stayed, helpfully pointing out that it'd go twice as fast with 2 people.

   So there he was, 1am with the prettiest girl to give him any attention in a long time, your thigh bumping his under the table. He crosses his legs. Partially to put space between the two of you, partially to hide the growing tent at the front of his pants.

The view you'd given him wasn't helping. The white button down you wore was slightly undone at top, unbuttoned in you're frustration, allowing him a view of your breasts swelling past the top of your bra everytime you bent to retrieve your dropped pen.

   You're barely through half the stack of reports and files when you suddenly stand and lean across him, your hair in his face, your chest brushing his arm.

   'Sorry Cheif, just looking for the notes that go with this case,' you explained, flipping through the stack. He let out an involuntary groan, the scent of your shampoo flooding his senses, his cock straining painfully against his pants. If you heard, you never let on, finding the folder you were looking for and sitting back down. Looking back now, the memory makes him chuckle, wondering how he'd been so oblivious to your advances.

   'I'm gonna..ima run to my office quick,' he said, standing and turning quickly, 'left some notes somewhere in my desk. Might be a minute.'

   'O-oh! Take your time!' You told him, but you looked-and it had to be his mind playing tricks on him-disappointed? He shook his head as he hurried off to his office, quickly shutting the door behind him, fumbling with his belt, desperate for some relief from the pressure. He fell back into his chair, giving his throbbing cock a couple long pumps.

   'Fuuuck,' he breathed, precum leaking out of the angry red tip and onto his fingers. He used it to glide his hand over himself with ease, moaning as he imagined it was your spit, your pretty lips wrapped around him, bobbing your head up and down, those big innocent eyes staring into his. Your name tumbles from his mouth, sweet on his tongue.

   Just as he felt his release rising in him, there was a knock on the door.

His door.

That he forgot to lock.

    There was no time to stuff himself back into his pants before you're opening the door and peaking your head in, so he just spun his chair to face front, hiding his lap under his desk.

   'Hop? Everything good? You find those papers?' You asked, knitting your eyebrows together, making him want to kiss the bump that formed between them.

   'Oh, yea, no, sorry,' he said a little too quickly, 'I uh, I think Flow might have had them last, but she keeps her desk locked at night. No big deal.' He shrugged, wishing you'd take his explanation and leave. He was still exposed under his desk, twitching, his release still sitting on the brink.

   Instead of leaving, you stride into the room, shutting the door behind you, 'maybe they're still in here. Here, lemme che-,' you'd walked around the edge of his desk and he'd nearly jumped to stop you.

   'No! That's REALLY ok, it doesn't matt-,' he didn't speak quickly enough, watching in horror as you shut the drawer open next him, finally exposing his dirty secret to yourself. He braced himself, ready for you to scream, ready for you to call him a dirty old man, a pig, ready for the profanities to spill like venom from the mouth he'd wished so many times to kiss.

   But it never came. You just stood there, your mouth open in a small O shape, your clear and intelligent eyes wide.

   'I'm so sorry,' he breathed, and moved to pull his pants back up, his face cherry red, 'God, I'm sorry, please-' you stopped him in his tracks, resting your small, soft hand on one of his large calloused ones. You bit your lip and looked up through your lashes at him, and he swears he's never wanted anyone or anything like he did in that moment.

   'I thought- thought you-,' you spoke softly, fumbling over your words, and then you whispered 'I thought you didn't want me.'

   He pulled you forward by your waist at this, leaning his forehead against yours and breathing out shakily, 'you have no idea how long I've wanted...' He trailed off, brushing his hands lightly over both sides of your face, like you're delicate and precious, like he could break you if he touched you too hard.

He wanted to break you.

   'Can- can I?' He looked at your lips as he asked his half question. He didn't need to finish. You knew what he meant because you wanted the same thing. You nodded slowly and bit your lip again. He threw  his head back and whispered a curse under his breath, and sighed, 'let me do that for you.'

   He kissed you softly at first, his pointer finger and thumb tilting your head by your chin. And then he got hungrier, greedier. He kissed you like you were fresh air and he was a man drowning, his fingers digging so hard into your sides that you could imagine his fingerprints bruising onto your skin, his teeth nipping the soft flesh. He kissed down your jaw and neck, his stubble scratching and tickling your skin in just the right way, and you moaned, digging your nails into his back. He pulled you down onto his thigh, one leg on each side of his, the pressure and friction on your clit making you dizzy.

   'So damn beautiful,' he said it against your skin, like it pained him, and it did. In his mind, this was a fluke. There was no way you'd want him more than once. Sex with an older man, that's all it was. Just a taboo to you.

   So when you ran your hands down his chest and sang his praises, he thought he was going to melt right then and there.

   He put his hands on your hips and began guiding you on his thigh, relishing the way your eyes flit back into your head. 'Yeah sweet girl? Feel good? Come on, ride my thigh, get yourself nice and wet for me. That's a good girl' he growled the last part, ripping open your shirt, the snap buttons coming open with a loud CLACK. He bent his head and softly kissed your chest, sucking and leaving hickeys anywhere that wasn't covered by your bra.

   As if reading his mind, you reached around and undid the clasp, letting both your shirt and your bra fall off your shoulders. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he looked at you. The moonlight from the window behind him illuminating your skin, your head thrown back and your eyes shut tight as you ground yourself onto him. The need to be close to you was settled in his very bones, every fiber of his being wanted you like an addict wants a drug.

   He had so much he wanted to do. He wanted to sit you on the desk and bury his face between the pillowy thighs he so often found himself daydreaming about. Wanted to see you bruising your knees for him, your eyes glassy while he hits the back of your throat. But all that could wait. He needed you too badly to take his time, to worship your body like the alter it was to him.

   'Want me pumpkin? Hm? Need me to stretch you out good? Make you feel full?' He purred, brushing the hair from your face. You could hardly answer, your mind already so scrambled for him, babbling your pleas and cries.

   He lifted you by your thighs, his hands finding home on your ass under your skirt as he held you above him, ready to lower you down onto him. He couldn't believe his luck as he watched you in wonder, his head falling forwards and into the crook your neck as you lowered yourself onto him, your tightness wrapping around him, ripping a loud, full moan from his throat. He helped you bounce, keeping you upright as you fucked yourself onto him, kissing him hard and deliberately.

   'Jus' like that honey. Fuck, you're so good. Wanted you for so long. Drive me absolutely insane,' you felt him say against your lips. He hugged you tight to him, one hand cradling the back of your head, and bucked his hips up into yours, holding you and cooing sweet praises as he used you, just like he always wanted to. The amount of times he'd imagined this exact scenario at night, when the only one to keep him company was his hand, was uncountable.

   He could feel his orgasam rising again already, and he would have been disappointed in himself if he couldn't feel you reaching your own breaking point.

   'Gonna cum for me? Hm? Gonna cum for your Police Cheif like a good little whore?' Oh, he was loving this. 'Where do you want it baby? Where do you want me to cum? All over that pretty face? On those perfect tits of yours?'

   You're were panting, your face pressed to his shoulder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

   'Jim- I,' you stumbled over your words, moaning as he hit your sweet spot over and over again, 'pill. Have the pill.'

   His head spun, 'yea? Want me to fill you up with my cum? I wanna see it leaking all over those perfect fucking thighs of yours, oh FU-' he almost loses himself to his own words, hips slamming messily against your ass.

   'Cum for me princess. That's it, be a good girl, scream it for me.'

   And you did, your release white hot. You pulled down the collar of his shirt, biting his shoulder, leaving teeth marks he was still admiring in the mirror the next day.

   He followed you closely, shooting thick, hot ropes inside of you, moaning and cursing, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as you shook against him.

   'Did so good f'me honey. Made me cum so hard. God,'  he buried his face in your neck and breathed in, high off the scent of you and him mixed together.

  

Now, as you stir against him, whining softly in your sleep when he kisses your forehead because he just can't help himself, he smiles softly.

   He might be old, but damn do you love him. And if a few gray hairs don't bother you, then he can keep coping with it.

[ao3feed-byler2]

Lost

by teensof_denial

Will Byers was never found by Cheif Hopper and his mother Joyce Byers, he found a way to get by in the Upside Down, but it all changed after a portal was created that connected the two worlds.

Words: 187, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Eddie Munson, The Party (Stranger Things), Demogorgon (Stranger Things), Demo-Dogs (Stranger Things), Vecna (Stranger Things)

Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, au where they never found will, Will Byers in the Upside Down, Will Byers Loves Mike Wheeler, Gay Mike Wheeler, Gay Will Byers, byler, Lumax, My First AO3 Post, Stranger Things Spoilers, Internalized Homophobia, First Time, Eventual Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, I'm Bad At Tagging, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Mike Wheeler is Bad at Feelings, Mike Wheeler is Not Okay, Will Byers Is Not Okay, Will Byers is a Mess, I Love Will Byers, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

from AO3 works tagged 'Will Byers/Mike Wheeler' https://ift.tt/Q1uin0M

[fandsart]

El going to the Snow Ball in one of Hoppers shirts like this

[decodedlvr]

[rollerskate2theface]

He’s having a time

[collisionary]

i made my first meme. 1) did i do it right and 2) has this been done before