Hmmm Spare Billy X Hopper! Reader Where Hopper Is....NOT A Fan To Say The Least W A Lot Of Sneaking Around

hmmm spare billy x hopper! reader where hopper is....NOT a fan to say the least w a lot of sneaking around and mayhaps some getting caught? idk i don’t want you to feel like i’m just copying your steve hcs w the same kind of premise but i’m such a slut for that concept and that hc was SO GOOD

alright so your dad definitely wasn’t ready for you to start dating

like, yes you were a teenager

and he was used to hearing you gush about how hot tom cruise is

so when he saw you hanging out with steve harrington for the first time he was like yEAH NOPE

he did everything to make sure that you and harrington never had your eyes on each other for more than two seconds

but what he didn’t know was that your eyes weren’t on steve fucking harrington

instead, they were on the californian bad boy that was billy hargrove

so when you came home from school one afternoon talking to el about something that had you smiling so wide that hopper was sure your mouth was going to begin hurting

he didn’t know what to expect

like he thought that maybe you had gotten a good grade on that math test you had been stressed about

or maybe you and el had gone shopping

so when he asked what had you so happy he definitely wasn’t expecting to find out you had a date that night

hopper probably wouldn’t even wait to find out who it was - just expecting it to be steve

so while you were rushing around your room with el trying to find something to wear and figuring out what to do with your makeup

hop would call up harrington and before steve could even utter a hello hopper would just be like “listen here, you better treat my little girl with nothing but respect tonight, do you understand?”

and steve would just be like ???? “what are you talking about sir?”

so hopper would roll his eyes and be like “you’re taking my daughter out tonight aren’t you?”

and just as steve went to say no a loud horn would sound from outside the cabin

hopper would watch as you hugged el and she wished you good luck

you’d give him a wave and rush outside to greet billy who was smoking a cigarette and leaning on the passenger side door that he had opened for you

hopper would watch and be like “who in gods name is that?” to el because he couldn’t see that far away

he’s getting old okay

our precious baby would just be like “billy”

hopper would frown but then realisation set in and he’d look down at his little girl and be like “billy hargrove?”

and el would just nod and hopper would feel his anger grow

because don’t try telling me that he hasn’t pulled billy over a couple of times for speeding lmao

so hopper would slam the front door shut once he realised that you were gone

and sit down on the couch with a couple of beers as he and el watched a couple of pg-rated movies before he sent her to bed when it was her bedtime

you wouldn’t get home until like twelve in the morning

so you’d try to sneak in without waking anyone up

but hopper would be waiting in his chair, his tenth beer bottle hanging loosely between his fingers as his arm was loosely over the arm rest

he was binge drinking because he was worried about you

he’d probably give you a heart attack as you tip-toed over to your room

clearing his throat and being like “and where have you been young lady?” before switching on the lamp

it was then that he noticed that your shirt was definitely on backwards

and MY GOD WOULD HE GET MAD

but he tried to keep his anger in check because he didn’t want to wake el up

he’d look at you with his stern-disappointed facial expression that made you want to cry

because you hated when your dad was mad at you

and he’d just point at you with his free hand, before standing up and being like “we’ll talk about this in the morning when el’s with her friends and i can yell at you.”

so you’d nod and rush into your room, changing and going to bed with a bad feeling in your stomach

you’d wake up later than normal since you got to bed late

and walk out to find your dad at the dining table, breakfast ready for the both of you

as soon as his eyes caught sight of you, they’d narrow and he’d point to the seat opposite him

so you’d silently walk over and sit down, taking the plate of eggos that he had slid towards you

and he’d just be like “we’ve got to talk”

so you’d nod and try to play dumb like “about what?” already knowing full well that he was about to grill you for dating billy

what he didn’t know was that you and billy had been secretly seeing each other the last couple of months because you didn’t want your dad finding out

hopper would swallow the eggo that he was chewing and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand before pointing at you with his fork

“i don’t want you seeing that Hargrove boy anymore, understood?”

“why?”

“because i said so. he’s bad news and i don’t want you caught up in that, did you know that i had to pull him over the other week because he almost ran over a bunch of kids.”

you did know because billy crawled through your window that night and told you

“he can be a… reckless driver” you tried to nonchalantly shrug it off but hopper wasn’t having it

“i’d rather you go out and screw around with harrington if it meant that you were far far away from hargrove.”

“dad, you haven’t even met him though!”

but hopper would shut up your pleas with a raise of his hand before standing up and kissing your forehead telling you that he was going to work

and that you were grounded

so you’d call billy up when he drove away, cancelling your plans for that night

and billy would just be like “babe that’s totally fine, i can climb through your window like every other time”

so you’d reluctantly agree

that night you’d be waiting in your room, your dad and el already retreated to bed

and billy would arrive, knocking on your window three times to alert you that he was there and about to climb in so you didn’t throw a lamp at him

like you did the first time he tried to sneak in to surprise you

the window would be wide open as your boyfriend tried to clamber in

and usually he could do it without a problem

but for some fucking reason this time his leg got caught on the window ledge and he fell face first onto the floor with a loud bang

and you’d clench your jaw and listen for any sign that he woke your lil household up

when nothing came you’d ask him if he was okay and he’d nod before giving you a kiss and muttering a “i missed you so much” into your mouth

you’d giggle and be like “but you saw me yesterday”

which would pull the cheesy response of “still, that’s too long” from your boyfriend who was now hovering over you on your bed for a make out

and then you’d hear it

a loud set of knocking on your door followed by the familiar voice of your dad

“Y/N, i swear to god if i walk in your room and hargrove is there i will ground you for the rest of your life!”

billy would scramble off you, fucking the both of you up by falling off your bed and let out a string of “shit! fuck! my back!”

you’d be like “shut the fuck up!” while trying not to giggle at your boyfriend who was trying to crawl under your bed

and with that your dad would storm in

his cheeks red in anger and you’d just sigh and tell billy to get up

billy was seriously considering throwing a pillow at hopper and just nose diving out your window

hopper would stare at the both of you before his gaze settled on the mullet-headed boy who was most definitely scared shitless

you’d notice billy beginning to panic

we all know our baby would get flashbacks of his dad storming into his room the exact same way with the same facial expression

so you’d be quick to jump off your bed and rush over to your boyfriend who’s eyes glistened with unshed tears and his breathing became erratic

and you’d pull him into your arms, gently shushing him and speaking sweet nothings into his ear

all while hopper just stood there in confusion watching you calm billy down

and all hop could think was “fuck did i really scare the kid that bad?”

however once billy was calm and seated on your bed hopper would ask what the hell just happened

and you were going to tell him to let it go, but billy would tell you that it was okay

finally feeling like it was time to tell an authority figure what was going on in his house

once hop found out he’d realise why billy was seemingly so self-destructive

and also see how much you both relied on each other

especially the curly haired californian boy who was constantly looking to you for reassurance while he told hopper the stuff his piece of shit father did to him

you best believe hopper would try his best to get billy out of that fucking house

he’s the chief of police and has somewhat of a pull

he’d also tell billy that he was welcome over anytime he needed to get away while the investigation into neil happened

billy would be so grateful for your dad!!

they’d probably end up becoming bros as fuck

like you’d come home to find them both watching a baseball match with each other, beers in both their hands as they looked up to greet you before going back to the game

or sometimes you’d find them both trying to teach el how to read and do homework

el would also end up adoring billy

and although it would lowkey feel like your dad and sister were stealing your boyfriend

you knew that billy had never had a stable family life and that your lil family of misfits was becoming the closest thing to the family he had never had before

iM SOFT™️

Avengers Headcannons

Tony has kissed everyone on the team at least once.

Steve loves frilly coffee drinks. Especially pumpkin spice.

Pietro has a habit of sleeping in really odd positions, in random places. They once found him passed out on top of the Avengers jet.

Wanda and Vision have telepathic conversation. It freaks everyone out because they will just stare at each other for hours.

Steve and J.A.R.V.I.S. are best friends.

Natasha teaches female empowerment at local high schools.

Whenever the team goes on missions to foreign countries, they always bring back a souvenir for Fury.

It started as a joke, but now it’s a tradition.

Fury will never admit it, but he keeps all of them.

Steve has only been drunk once. It was after Thor brought him some Asgardian mead. That night they found out Steve is a very bad singer.

Tony recorded the whole thing.

Bruce has a companion dog to help keep him calm. She lives in the tower and her name is Veronica Jr.

Clint teaches self defense classes in his free time.

Steve loves volunteering at children’s hospitals. He goes so often he knows almost all of the nurses and doctors by name.

Even though Thor can’t get drunk from earth alcohols, he still likes drinking them for the flavor.

Steve is the same way.

~Jaz

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I’m using this for something I don’t know what but I’m going to use it

Dialogue Prompt

"Wait, you-you're alive?"

"I haven't lived for a thousand years just to be killed by an idiot with a big mouth."

"Wait, you're immortal?"

- submission by zarashaikh15 on instagram

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Your Dash Has Been Signed By The Avengers!

I asked them to sign it just for you; in case you’ve been having a rough day/week/year - or are missing you’re faves after Endgame.

Share to spread their love! ❤

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Masterlist

For when you want to soak in all the Pietro you possibly can.

Coffee Shop Girl

Euphoria

The Favorite Superhero

Home For Christmas

In Sickness

Newlyweds?!

Pancakes & Pleasantries

The Peculiar Proposal

Thanksgiving Motions

The Tequila Incident (Prequel to “In Sickness”)

You Missed a Spot

A Broken Promise Part 1 Part 2

Breaking the One Damn Rule Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Her Broken Halo Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Marvel High Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

One Foot Out of the Grave Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Păpuşă Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Scared Now? (Halloween Fic)

Until You Tried To Kill Me

But It’s For Charity (Early Christmas Sequel)

Early Christmas

Sweet Cheeks

The Game (Implied Halloween Smut)

Intertwined

Mile High Club

Now Tell Me

Soarece (Light Smut)

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You guys just have to trust me on this one and click here okay?

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I’m just posting this to save it don’t judge

Imagine working in a brothel and Geralt being your first customer (smut)

(Long smut ahead! Had some fun writing for Geralt! Hope it isn’t too much of a mess! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/credit to the original owners.)

You hadn’t wanted this job nor were you in any way interested in it but the people that found you and was supposed to be your “family” decided otherwise. Without caring for your fate, they sold you the instant they had known you were a virgin. Being given such a high price for you, they took their coins and left you at the brothel.

You were now left on your own, and found yourself trying to go through day to day your new way of life. To your luck, you had always managed to evade any men that made you uncomfortable despite the efforts of the owners to try and sell you, you worked hard to make those men like to leave you alone.

It was beginning to be silly to the other girls and even a bet amongst the men to see who could finally have you and actually seduce you to let yourself be touched. You were adamant about not wanting to bed anyone and were quite vocal about it and to your surprise the owners were beginning to soften towards you.

They let you work around as a waitress in the meanwhile, still trying to offer you up for a high price and convince you to at least give a try at some of the clients, insisting you’ll get a higher pay. You still refused and had gotten away with all of it and were quite proud of your reputation, and the power you had over the owners.

However, that all came to a stop the day, the man or rather the Witcher they called “The White Wolf”, put a the biggest bag of gold you had ever seen on the table and demanded for you for the next nights he was staying for.

Geralt had heard a lot from you from his travel companion Jaskier, often being told tales about how you were giving most men who visited you trouble, and managing to still get their money for yourself at the same time.

He was told you were quite a beauty to the eyes and how many had tried to persuade you yet no one could ever seem to make you budge or even want to be with them for one more second. It all fuelled his curiosity and even made him want to give a try and prove to everyone else he could do such a thing, surely soon enough, he did what he had to cross paths with you, walking right into your workplace.

From the instant his eyes met yours, he had a feeling you were the one. Your eyes went wide to meet his bronze gaze, your cheeks turning beet red to look up at his sheer size and your sudden nervousness as you’d serve him was enough to make him understand you were the virgin, Jaskier and everyone else around spoke of.

It didn’t take long for him to ask for your name and shyly you responded, a mere meek “Y/N” you answered to him while he barely had time to introduce himself as his companion did so for him with a big grin, impatient to see how it would all go down.

Keep reading

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Problems of being a fangirl

Asexual as fuck for actual people.

Slutty bisexual for fictional characters.

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Have some Muriel Smut My Thirsty Darlings

NSFW

AFAB reader because I'm terrible at writing anything else. Mention of boobies and things.

You build a blanket fort, Muriel gets accidentally drunk, then fucks you like it's the end of the world, then forgets about it the next morning.

When you brought him the huge bottle of black mead he blushed and looked away before mumbling "thank you" and then taking it from you.

You convinced Muriel that tonight you were going to build a blanket fort (thank Portia for giving you the idea), and doing nothing but telling spooky stories and drinking by the fire.

You saw the bottle sitting at the market stand today and couldn't resist buying for your favorite hermit.

Muriel of course gave you *The Look™* like you had grown three fingers out of your eyebrows when you were excitedly explaining your plan.

"It'll be fun! Come on pleeeeeease?" You beg taking his hands in yours and givng him puppy eyes. Even Innana joined in with the begging. Muriel simply sighed and nodded, but couldn't hide the hint of a smile that appeared.

"Yes!" You pump a fist into the air and then tug Muriel to the shop where you throw as many pillows and blankets into his arms and your arms as you can carry, then you both head back to the hut the prepare.

"I'm an expert blanket fort builder," you boast jabbing a thumb into your chest. Muriel had already started drinking, holding onto his mug with an eyebrow cocked, watching you with adorable admiration and curiosity.

"Okay," he said and takes another sip.

By the time you were done building, Muriel had a slight blush to his face and seemed like he had a hard time focusing on you.

You can't stop the huge smile that spreads across your face. "Muri....are you already drunk?"

He frowns and looks down at his cup, then at the half empty bottle sitting next to him on the table, and shrugs.

"Oh my goodness..." You say and walk around your fort, observing it's structural integrity. You had reinforced the fort with magick, the patchwork blankets looking like a crude circus tent.

Satisfied with your skills you begin building the bed inside, when you're done you lay down and sigh happily, sinking into the numerous cushions, blankets and furs.

"Come on in," you tell Muriel from your cushions. You hear him set his mug down and then he pokes his head inside, childlike wonder on his face.

"This is...actually really amazing..." He says crawling in further. His gaze falls on you, nestled in all the pillows, and he crawls in until he's right next to you, then nuzzles his face in your neck. "You're amazing..." He mumbles.

"You're totally drunk right now, it's adorable," You say giggling.

You expect him to pull away face burning telling you he's not, but he unexpectedly starts kissing your neck, his hand running up and down your thigh, hiking your skirt up.

Your breath hitches and you arch into him, a quiet moan escaping from the sudden intimate touch.

"...this okay?" He asks quietly, face still buried in your neck. You only nod and make a "mhm" sound, your own hands travelling over his shoulders and down his arms.

He runs his hand higher up your exposed thigh, fingertips leaving a featherlight trail of sensation on the soft skin.

He gets close to the heat between your legs then runs his hand back down, smiling at your frustrated sigh from the lack of contact against your wetness, then he runs his hand back up, rougher this time, over your hips, over your belly, up to your breast and squeezes it slightly.

He kisses lower until he gets to the the ties of your shirt and bites the strings, undoing them with his teeth, pulling open your shirt and kissing down between your breasts. You tangle your hands in his hair trying to guide his warm mouth to your nipple but he grabs your wrists gently and and pins them above your head.

"No..." He slurs and brings his mouth to your neck again. His arms were long enough to hold you in place, and kiss down your body while you wiggled and moaned, begging him for release.

He nipped at your hips, leaving little hickeys on the insides of your thighs and grinning at you when your begging got louder.

"Shhh," he hushed you drunkenly and you couldn't help but giggle, your giggle turning into a moan when he kisses your pussy through your underwear. You toss your head back, burying your face into the nearest pillows, and tilt your hips up, but he pulls away again.

With one hand still pinning your wrists, he uses the other to pull your underwear aside and run his tongue up through your soaked folds, gently using his thumb to rub circles around your clit.

You see stars from the sensation, struggling against him and moaning his name into the pillows. He releases your wrists and grabs the meat of your outer thighs to keep them apart, his tongue buried inside you.

You're barely cognitive as one hand is buried in his hair and one hand is fondling your breast, lost in the waves of pleasure rippling through you.

You're on the verge of an orgasm when he pulls away and starts undoing his own clothing. The bulge in his pants makes you impatient, so you undo his buckles with a wave of your hand, pulling off his clothes with a frustrated gesture. He yanks your underwear down your legs, and you pull the rewt of your shirt off.

He grabs your wrists again and pins you down, thrusting into you roughly. You scream his name and arch your back, gasping at his sudden fullness inside you, your walls clenching around him and your thighs squeezing together.

God he was big.

He starts slow, rocking into you then goes absolutely primal. His quiet moans turn into full on grunts as he pounds into your body

"Mu-ri-el!" You scream and rake your fingernails down his back, watching his hips slam into yours over and over again.

You're close to probably the greatest orgasm of your life and you can tell he is to. It hits you unexpectedly, spiraling through your body from your core, making you clench even tighter around him, he thrusts one more time, going even deeper and moans loudly into your neck.

You feel his warm cum filling you and then spilling out, then you both relax and he falls halfway on top of you, not even pulling out.

He gives you a sloppy kiss and then proceeds to pass out.

You pull a blanket over the both of you, and wrap your arms around him, feeling him go soft inside you. It's a strange sensation, but you're too tired to really care at this point, srill coming down from your orgasm.

"If getting you drunk makes you fuck like that we'll have to do it more often," you say more to yourself before falling asleep.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

You're not quite sure exactly what woke you up, but your eyes are open and you're suddenly wide awake. And very conscious of Muriel still still inside you, which immediately arouses you. He's still in a deep sleep, but he seems to be having a dream.

He rocks gently into you, and you can't helo but moan a little. His dick grows hard inside you and your still swollen pussy clenches around him.

He mumbles something in his sleep and rocks his hips against you gently, twitching a little. You run your hands up and down his back, trying to wake him up without startling him.

He opens his eyes and stares at you sleepily before rolling you both over so you're now on top, his rigid cock throbbing inside you.

You involuntarily start moving your hips against him, feeling every inch of him as you both have sleepy morning sex, a stark contrast to the fuck he gave you last night.

He finishes slowly and quietly, and then pulls out, you lay on top of him, playing with his messy hair.

"I think I drank too much..." He finally says.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" You ask trying to hide the grin on your face.

He doesn't asnwer immediately, then shakes his head, groaning slightly. "No...I just have a headache now."

You bring healing magick to your fingertips and try to ease most of the pain.

"So you don't remember anything?" You say sitting up and raising an eyebrow.

"I remember you building this..." Muriel gestures to your epic blanket fort. "And then...it's a blank. Why did I...do something?" His face grows red, and you can visibly see him remembering waking up half on top and fully inside you. "Oh...." He says and closes his eyes. "Are you okay? I didn't....hurt you?"

"Of course not," you say cupping his cheek. "Muriel you would never hurt me. Drunk or not." You grin down at him.

He doesn say anything, just glances behind you and mumbles something about need firewood. You give him a long kiss, feeling hin relax a little and and then you both get dressed.

You're very sore but you try not to show it, you know it would only make Muriel feel even worse, even though you really didn't mind.

"So...you want to do it again tonight?" You waggle your eyebrows at him and adore the way his face turns a deep shade of crimson.

"I'm not drinking that much though," he grumbles.

You only laugh and wrap your arms around him, knowing full well you're absolutely going to get drunk and have some fun, even if he isn't.