Can you do a âcaught in the actâ part 2? Except this time itâs Polly that catches them?
caught in the act, again â m.g
pairings ; michael gray x female reader
summary ; you and michael get caught having sex in the betting shop by polly, but when michaelâs cousins walk in after her, things get embarrassing fast.
warnings ; sexual content â smut, unprotected sex, being walked in on, foul language, love bites, mentions of blood, john and arthur being idiots lmao. 18+ !!!
authors note ; thanks for reading part one! iâm so glad you liked it. i hope you like this one too <3 also this isnât proofread or spellchecked, so if you spot any mistakes, feel free to correct me.
âReally Michael? In here?â You giggle as Michael has you pressed against a desk in the betting shop. âYeah, why not?â He kisses your neck. âWhat if someone walks in?â Your fingers tangle in his hair to lift his head up.
âI donât care. Let them walk in.â He moves his head to kiss your lips, allowing you to pull his hair. âBut Michael.â You whine. Youâre not particularly the shy type, but when it comes to having sex in a public space, it makes you nervous.
âStop being so paranoid. Whatâs the worst that could happen?â He pecks your lips. âI dunno. Your mum walks in? Worse, John walks in?â You donât know how to stop talking. His finger shushes your lips.
âStop worrying. Let me make you feel good, love.â He whispers. That alone sent shivers down your body. He lifts you up so youâre sitting on the edge of the desk as your fingers fall free from his hair, allowing him to kiss your jaw and neck. His hands reach down to fiddle with the bottom of your dress, pulling it up your soft legs.
Slipping under your dress, Michaelâs hands twist around either side of your underwear, pulling them down. You lift your knee to help him, revealing your naked lower half. His fingers latch onto your clit to motion circles. You close your eyes and tilt your head back.
With his lips still attached to your neck, he begins giving you a love bite. Moaning at the feeling, his fingers on your clit speed up. âYou like that?â He whispers in your ear, giving you goosebumps. You nod, wanting to take it further, you lower your hands to undo his trousers. He moves to kiss your lips while you slip your hand in to rub his already hard cock. âAnd I didnât even have to do anything.â You whisper against his mouth, your teeth hitting his as you grin. âJust looking at you makes me hard.â Michael whispers, looking back and forth from your eyes to your perfect lips.
While Michaelâs hands clear the desk youâre sat on from papers and books, you pull his cock out of his trousers without pulling them all the way down. You both keep your clothes on in case someone does happen to walk in. Michael grabs the bottom of your dress to lift it further up your legs and past your waist as you pull him closer.
He grabs his cock to line himself up with your entrance. Wrapping your hands around him, your chin rests on his shoulder as he slowly pushes himself into you. You let out a breathy moan while your eyes shut tight. Head falling back. No matter how many times youâve had sex, it feels like he stretches you out a little bit more each time. Michael groans at the feeling of your walls stretching around him. âShh, baby.â He whispers, his free hand holding the back of your head.
âFuck.â You gasp at him thrusting into you at a slow but passionate pace. He wants nothing more than to make love with the woman he loves. âYou feel amazing, love.â He says, his other hand holding onto your waist. Your fingernails dig into his back, forcing Michael to let out a deep hum. He loves the pain. It satisfies him.
A few thrusts later, he starts to get rough. He knows you like it rough. âOh my god. Fuck-â You let out a pornographic moan. Michael chuckles, having to cover your mouth in a harsh grip. The whole of Watery Lane can probably hear you going at it. âKeep quiet, love. Donât want anyone to hear us now, so we?â He asks. Youâre too busy zoning out to respond. Your eyes rolling back due to intense pleasure.
Wrapping his arms around your back, Michael pulls you closer to the edge of the desk to thrust himself deeper into you, making you practically scream out his name. Heâs hitting spots he didnât hit before. âFuck- oh-â Your moans get louder and breathier. âMichael.â You moan.
One of his hands clasp around your waist while the other holds the back of your head again. He pulls your head forward to look at him, only to see your sexy facial expressions. Your eyes are rolling back and you look so out of it. Heâs proud of himself. âYouâre not done already, are you?â He chuckles. You manage to shake your head. âNo. Keep going.â You say between heavy breaths.
He keeps going at a steady but rough pace. Each thrust feeling better and better. His head lowers to your neck, making out with your skin as your fingernails dig deep enough into his back to draw blood. Both being too lost in the moment, neither of you heard the door open in the other room.
Unexpectedly, the door to the betting shop swings open. You gasp, Michael immediately pulling out of you. âChrist. What have I told you two about having sex in here?â Polly shakes her head, oblivious as she walks past you to grab some papers from a cupboard. As Michael fixes his clothes, you jump down from the desk to pull your dress down.
âOh, Michael.â John imitates your moans as he walks in with Arthur.
âFuck, oh my god.â Arthur teases too.
Michael rolls his eyes as you blush with embarrassment. âThe whole bloody street could hear you.â John laughs with his brother. âAlright.â Michael gets frustrated. He could see how embarrassed you were.
âHeâs right. We heard you from a mile away.â Polly joins in, only sheâs not laughing. Sheâs most likely serious. âMum.â Michael glares at his mother to tell her to shut up. âWhat? Aww are we embarrassing your lady?â John grins, stepping closer to pinch your cheek. You swat his hand away. âTrust me. If you want a good time, I can do better than him.â John jokes, caressing your cheek. Arthur snickers.
âJohn. Shut up. Right, you two, clean up your mess. Tommy will be here in ten minutes.â Polly says after finding what she was looking for. She points at the two of you before she leaves with John and Arthur following behind her. Your cheeks are still red with embarrassment. âCocky bastard.â Michael mumbles about his cousin.
âDonât worry. John is the last person Iâd go for if I werenât with you.â You step closer to your boyfriend, pulling him into a hug as your chin rests on his chest, looking up at him. He grins looking down at you, putting his hands on your head to brush your hair out of your face. âI feel sorry for Esme.â Michael chuckles, making you giggle, too.
Youâre both fast to clean up the mess you made. Michael picks up the piles of books and paper he swiped off the desk from the floor. You rearrange the tables you moved while in the moment. All ten minutes went by. You jump when the betting shop doors open again. This time, John, Arthur and Polly are joined alongside Tommy. Oh, Finn and Ada are here, too.
Tommy stops for a moment before walking past you. âIt smells of sex in here.â He comments. John and Arthur snicker like schoolchildren. âI wonder why.â Polly widens her eyes at the two of you. âMichael. Family meeting. Come on.â Tommy calls him to the next room as everyone follows. âIâll see you later.â You say to your boyfriend, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. âLove you.â He says.
âOh, Iâll see you later for round two, Michael.â John teases from the next room, imitating your pornographic moans again. You shake your head. You have to admit, itâs quite funny. Michael walks to the next room as you leave the house. You hear a smack and an âOw!â From John before you exit. Michael hit him. It made you laugh. You go home and think about your boyfriend for the rest of the day. Round two doesnât sound too bad, actually.
Can I request a Michael Gray x reader where he cheats on her with Gina, so she gets revenge by sleeping with Ginaâs uncle Jackđ˝ x
revenge â j.n
pairings ; michael gray x female reader (former) jack nelson x female reader
summary ; your boyfriend of many years, michael gray, cheats on you with gina and leaves you for her. youâre not the type to let anyone disrespect you, so you decide to take revenge by sleeping with ginaâs uncle, jack nelson.
warnings ; mentions of cheating, slight age gap between reader and jack, reader being arrogant and cocky lol, smut, sir kink, hickeys, unprotected sex, face grabbing, contains spoilers from s6. 18+ !!!
authors note ; is is bad that i have a huge crush on jack?đ heâs just super good looking donât judge me. this was an amazing idea, thank you for requesting! <3 also this is not proofread or spell checked, so if you spot any mistakes, i apologize!
word count ; 3,228
Having a father who is friends with Thomas Shelby has many pros and cons. One of the pros being protection â having the power to make men fear you because of a gang. One of the cons being youâre not a free woman. Being a part of the Peaky Blinders means you have eyes on you at all times, which makes it difficult to keep secrets or do anything by yourself without words getting around.
You had met your boyfriend through the Peaky Blinders. Michael Gray. He is Tommyâs cousin, and the two of you got along pretty well, being similar in age and having the same interests and all. It wasnât long before you developed romantic feelings for each other.
Then you did it. You got together and everyone was happy. The relationship was strong for years. You were one of the happiest couples Small Heath had ever seen. There were even talks of marriage, but Michael knew you too well to know you didnât want to get married. Itâs never been something youâve wanted to do. The idea of being a wife, a manâs property, never seemed appealing to you. You donât want to live life like every other ordinary woman. Get married, have kids, cook and clean for the rest of your life. You want to be happy and free. And you felt that way with Michael.
Michael loved you and knew the things you wanted, didnât want, liked, disliked and so on. He knew you like the back of his hand, and thatâs one of the many things you loved about him. He was an angel that stumbled upon you and changed your life. Years went down the line. Many happy years shared with your beloved boyfriend and his family.
That was until things started to go downhill. Michaelâs mum, Polly, passed away. Tommy started getting himself into heaps of trouble with the law, the mafia, and even gangsters from Boston. And thatâs where Gina comes into place. Nasty old Gina.
Michael had changed, even before Polly died, and you were one of the first to notice. Soon enough, everyone noticed. Michael was sent to New York for a few months to do some work for Tommy, only coming back a completely different person. He stopped writing to you, he ignored your letters, he acted like you didnât exist.
He came back with another woman.
After discovering that he had cheated on you with his new woman, Gina, you were fast to end the relationship. Everyone was angry with Michael, you werenât the only one. He had his cousins and his mother telling him how much of a fool he is for leaving a woman like you. He wonât find another you. Gina doesnât even come close.
Months go down the line. Michael had turned against his own family. He joined the enemyâs side. After the death of his mother, he couldnât look at his cousins the same way. He blamed them for her death. He blamed Tommy.
But Tommy didnât care. Nor did you care. The only thing you wanted was revenge. How dare Michael think he can do this? Any of this. Not just to you, but to his own family, his own flesh and blood. With you being strictly on Tommyâs side, heâs grown to trust you more. He trusted you anyway, but now he can count on you. Which is why he sent you to spy on Michael for him.
Tommy knows Michael is plotting something against him, which is why youâre the eyes. Youâve been a Peaky Blinder for quite a few years now, meaning you know all their tactics and maneuvers. Tommy had been introduced to a new business deal with Ginaâs uncle and Michaelâs uncle in law, Jack Nelson. Michael thinks Jack is on their side, but Tommy can say otherwise. Jack only thinks of himself. Above himself, even.
To the least of his troubles is his niece and her new husband. Husband. They got married. It angered you but you didnât let it get past you. You know better than to care, but you donât know better than revenge. Youâd never met Jack for yourself, though you saw him with Tommy a few times, but when Tommy sends you to a party as a pair of eyes, things donât necessarily go according to plan.
Sitting at the bar drinking an expensive glass of champagne while surrounded by dozens of rich, upper class, fancy old snobby men and women is something your younger self would never see you doing, but here you are, having to act as one of them to blend in.
You couldnât bare to be here any longer, but as the eyes of Tommy Shelby, you had no choice. Your eyes scanned around the room hundreds of times to find the likes of Michael and Gina, but thereâs no sign of them. Maybe they just hadnât arrived yet. Youâve seen a few familiar faces so far. Oswald Mosley, Diana Mitford. But not who youâre looking for.
You canât stand Michael and never want to see his face again, but as a Peaky Blinder, you have to face your fears to get the job done. After finishing the last of your champagne, you ask the bartender for another one while being approached on your right.
âMight wanna slow down on your drink. The men here donât take too well to drunk women.â The man tells you while ordering a drink of whiskey for himself. You instantly recognise him. Itâs Jack Nelson. âAre you one of those men?â You snicker. Though you see him smirk, heâs still as intimidating as ever.
âWhy would I need to take advantage of a woman when I can get laid whenever I want?â Jack jokes. You like his personality, he likes yours. Though youâve never spoken, you know of each other. âMiss L/n, right?â He takes a sip of his drink, nodding at the bartender to say thanks. You grab your new drink, too.
âYes. And youâre Mr Nelson?â You ask, already knowing the answer. âYes, but you already knew that.â A smirk raises at the corners of his mouth. âDonât get cocky, if it werenât for Mr Shelby, I wouldnât know you existed.â You smugly take a sip of your champagne.
âArrogant. I like it. But please, call me Jack.â He smiles. âWhatever you say, Jack.â Your eyelashes slowly batter at him. You have a seductive look in your eyes, but what can you say? You havenât had male attention in a long time, and Jack is handsome. He gently grabs your hand, bringing it to his mouth to plant a greeting kiss. You smile.
âIâve heard a lot about you, miss L/n.â Jack says. âPlease, call me Y/n.â You imitate him from before. You have to act as confident as ever, you are trying to blend in with the rest of the assholes here. âY/n. Pretty name.â He smirks. He hasnât taken his eyes from yours.
âThank you.â
âToo pretty to be that mouthy.â
His smirk turns into more of a devilish smile. He likes your attitude, however. âMy mouth too much for you to handle, Jack?â
âIâm sure I can handle more than that.â He leans closer to whisper in your ear. You have to admit, it sent shivers down your spine.
âWhat brings a girl like you to a party like this, anyway?â He asks. He looks like he knows something. âA girl like me?â You ask. âYou know. A Peaky Blinder. A girl like you got no business with people like this.â Jack points around the room.
âYou donât know what business I have with anyone.â You take a sip from your glass of champagne. âI know you donât have business with anyone here.â Jack tells you. He seems like he knows a lot. âLike I said, Iâve heard a lot about you.â He finishes.
âWhat have you heard? Good things, I hope?â You raise your eyebrows as your red lipstick stains the glass in your hand. âWell, I heard you used to be the woman of my nieces husband.â Jack shrugs. You roll your eyes. He can tell by the look on your face that you do not wish to talk about your past with Michael.
âUsed to be is the key word.â You look away from him. âI also heard youâre the eyes of Thomas Shelby.â
Your mind went blank. You almost froze.
âWhy else would you be here? Other than to spy on Michael Gray, huh, Y/n?â He smirks. He seems like heâs playing a game with you. âLike you said, I have no business with anyone here. Iâm just here to charm the ladies on Thomasâ behalf.â You flick your hair over your shoulder.
âDoesnât he have a wife?â He frowns.
âDonât you?â You raise your eyebrows.
He scoffs in a half laugh. You have a smart mouth, where he has a quick one. âWell, if it helps you, Michael and Gina are here. See? Theyâre over there.â Jack points between a crowd of people as you follow his finger. You spot them having a chat with Oswald and Diana.
âSo, little spy, you can report back to Mr Shelby that my niece is the one charming the ladies, not you. Youâre sitting here drinking champagne.â He smirks. âYeah, like I said, I donât care for your niece or her husband.â You take another sip.
âShe can charm all the ladies she wants. But for me, I much prefer charming the men.â You smirk. His eyes look back and forth from your red lips to your lit up eyes. âI donât believe you. Why donât you prove it to me?â He hints.
âI would love to, Jack, but we would need to go some place private, so I donât, you know, set a bad example to the ladies Iâm supposed to befriend.â You squint your eyes confidently. âIâm a bad example, huh?â He grins. âThe devil of Boston.â A smirk toys at your lips.
âIâm going to find the bathroom. It would be such a shame to leave you behind.â You move closer to whisper the last part in his ear, brushing your hand across his chest as you stand up to walk away. He watches you walk away, waiting a solid forty seconds before following you.
Entering the bathroom, he shuts and locks the door behind himself. He sees you applying lipstick in the mirror. âWhy waste time putting on more when itâs only going to come off?â He asks, approaching you to take the lipstick from your hands. You turn to face him. âWho says itâs coming off?â You ask, slowly taking off your fur coat to reveal your red dress underneath. His eyes immediately fall to your chest, admiring your perfectly shaped breasts and body.
âMe.â He answers.
âWhy donât you come take it off?â
Your seducing skills are top notch. You can practically sex your way in and out of anything. Jackâs only use to you was revenge against your ex and his new wife, or known as Jackâs niece. This couldnât be better.
He takes your hint and rushes to kiss you. He wraps his hands around your waist while you cup his cheeks. You pull each other closer to deepen the kiss, hungrily making out while you feel Jackâs hands slip underneath your dress. Lifting your leg up to help him gain access, Jack rubs your clit above your underwear. You let out a low moan, breaking apart the kiss.
âThat feel good, huh?â He smirks. His kisses trail to your neck where he sucks on your sweet spot. Letting out another moan to hum yes, your hands make their way to his suit, pulling off his jacket. As you undress each other, you both end up in only your underwear. âI hope nobody needs to use the bathroom any time soon.â You smirk. âDonât worry about anyone else. Focus on us.â Jack tells you, wrapping his arms around your waist to lift you up onto the countertop.
âYes, sir.â You whisper, sending shivers down his spine. You see his hairs stand up. You now know his weakness. Sir. âDonât call me that unless you donât want to walk for a week.â He warns you, teeth biting your neck. âThat doesnât seem too bad of a threat.â You wince. Your hands brush against his gelled hair.
âOh, youâre one of them wild girls.â He smirks. âThe wildest of them all.â You pout your lips for a kiss. He goes back in to continue making out with you while you finish stripping each other off completely naked. Now out of your underwear, Jack has full access to any part of your body, same as you with him.
Heâs already rock hard for you. The only thing you had to do was call him sir and he lost control. You smirk to yourself, deepening the kiss as he grabs his length, bringing it closer to your entrance. Without hesitation, he pushes himself in, making you release a loud moan. His hand covers your mouth, making you look at him with doe eyes. âYou wouldnât want anyone to catch us now, would you?â He asks lowly. You shake your head. Though your thoughts are different. Youâd love the thrill of being caught. Especially with Jack.
Thrusting into you with a slow but hard pace, Jack removes his hand from your mouth to grip your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His face is inches away from yours, staring into your eyes. âYouâre so beautiful.â He tells you and you smugly smirk. You already knew that. âI didnât know Jack Nelson had a heart.â You say in a breathy moan. He didnât say anything, he only gripped your cheeks harder, pushing your lips together.
Your lipstick is smudged and your mascara is running. Jack has your red lipstick stained on his face, but you donât tell him. It just adds to the thrill. You moan like a pornstar each time he thrusts into you. âYou want it rougher?â He asks. You say nothing, only nod. He smirks, allowing himself to pound into you roughly. You throw your head back, making him grip the back of your neck to pull you forward. He tuts. âLook at me. Only me. Understand?â He glares at you. âYes, sir.â You grin while saying. Youâre playing with him and he loves it. He grins too.
He takes it as a hint that you want more. So he gives you more. Gripping the back of your neck and holding your hip with the other, he manages to thrust himself deeper into you, hitting spots he didnât hit before. Upping his pace to hard and rough makes you moan louder than earlier. He quickly covers his hand over your mouth to muffle your noises.
While chuckling, Jack shushes you. âBe quiet or youâre gonna get us both caught.â He lowly says.
âI- I cant.â You whine.
He feels you tense up below him. Your walls are tightening and your legs are shaking. He knows youâre close to coming. âJack I-â
âShh. I know. Come for me.â He grabs your face to look at him. Your eyes roll back due to intense pleasure as you wrap your arms around his back, pulling him closer as you moan, coming closer and closer to finishing. âAre you- close?â You manage to ask him in between deep breaths. âYeah.â He nods. He knows not to finish inside of you. It would be a nightmare having Nelson babies running around the Peaky Blindersâ feet.
Your moans got more intense, making him pull your head down to his shoulder. You moan against his skin to muffle the noise as you come. Jack pulls out just in time. He stays wrapped in your arms as you ride out your highs. Your breathing eventually slowed down and your heart rates went back to normal. You got yourselves dressed.
âTommy should invite you to our meetings more often.â Jack fixes his tie as you wipe off your smudged lipstick in the mirror. âWhy? So you can fuck me in his bathroom, too?â You smirk at him in the mirror. He is stood close to the door just watching you. âYou could say that.â He shrugs. âMaybe even in his bedroom if youâre feeling risky.â You wink at him.
âHm. Now how would Tommy feel about this? About his little spy fucking his business partner?â Jack asks. âI bet he thinks youâre so innocent. But thereâs not an innocent thought behind those pretty eyes.â He walks up behind you, grabbing your cheeks from behind to push your lips together. His other hand lies on your waist.
You grab his hand and pull it away from your face, turning around to face him. Your chest touches his as his hands hold your upper arms in a grip. âI wouldnât worry about Tommy. Iâd worry about your niece. What is sweet little Gina gonna think of this? Her uncle fucking her husbandâs ex girlfriend? Hm?â You smart mouth him. He puts his tongue to his cheek with a grin. He has nothing to say.
His grip on your upper arms tighten. âWatch your mouth with me, kid.â He warns. You fear no man. âOr what? Youâll tell Tommy? I donât think Tommy would take too well to his business partner fucking his best friends daughter. Youâll only be getting yourself into trouble.â You respond. Heâs amazed at your smart mouth, saying nothing again. He just scoffs.
âI suggest this stays between us.â He sternly says. âYou read my mind. Now, Mr Nelson, I think we should get back to the party before people raise suspicions.â Your eyebrows raise. You step backwards away from him, making his arms drop. You exit the bathroom first. Making your way back to the hall, Gina spots you.
âOh, Y/n. What a surprise to see you here.â She fake smiles. You stop to greet her. âHello Gina, hello Michael.â You fake smile back, turning to face her husband with a blank expression. âHow pleasant to see you, darling.â You and Gina greet each other with a kiss on the cheek before being joined by Jack. âGina, Michael.â He nods to the pair. âAh, miss L/n, we meet again.â Jack pretends to greet you, politely kissing your hand as if nothing happened just minutes ago.
âYouâve met before?â Gina frowns. She seems almost jealous. âYes, indeed we have.â You nod. âI know her through Mr Shelby. Weâve met a few times.â Jack looks at you. He sees your smirk. Michael rolls his eyes at how pretentious youâre acting. âAh. I see.â Gina awkwardly says. She squints her eyes at her uncle, noticing he has faint smudged red lipstick across his mouth. She looks at your lips before raising her eyebrows. She connected the dots.
âOoh. Itâs hot in here, donât you think? I better go outside. See you soon, Jack.â You smirk, slightly opening your fur coat to reveal the dark love bite on your neck. Your fingertips brush against Jackâs arm before you walk away. Ginaâs eyes widen. Michael is just as shocked. You leave the party. Your job here is done. Gina is Jackâs problem now. And youâre sure he has a lot of explaining to do.
They argue, Billy insults the reader, Hopper comes in angry as hell, you tell the restđ¤
watch your mouth â b.h
pairings ; billy hargrove x hopper!reader
summary ; billy takes it too far during an argument which triggers an angry hopper who threatens to kill billy.
warnings ; toxic relationship, arguing, mentions of controlling, face grabbing and slapping, use of swear words, threats, and death threats lol
authors note ; this is a short one but I still hope you enjoy it. i really love writing for hopper!reader, i can imagine him being super protective over his girls <3
âShut the hell up, Billyâ you slam the door in his face. He stops it from shutting before following you into your house. Both walking past Hopper who is completely oblivious to your entrance, he sits on the sofa drinking a bottle of beer.
âDonât tell me to shut upâ Billy follows you into the kitchen. âThen get your head out of your ass!â You scream at him. Hopper sighs, reaching for the TV to turn up the volume to block out the noise. Heâs used to the two of you arguing, so he just tries to ignore it. But once it gets too much, he knows when to stop it.
âGet my head out of my ass? Youâre the one whoâs acting like a fucking slutâ Billy snaps back at you. A âheyâ from Hopper could be heard from the living room as a warning for Billy to watch his mouth. Billy just scoffs. âA slut?â Your eyebrows furrow.
âYeah, a slut, I told you millions of times to stop speaking to that fucking loser, Harrington, yet here you are, still talking to himâ Billy loses his temper. âHe is my friend, Billy, Iâm not gonna stop talking to him just because youâre insecure.â You roll your eyes, having to speak slowly as if youâre talking to a child.
âYou think Iâm insecure of that asshole?â He hacks up a laugh. âYeah, why else would you be begging me to stop talking to him like a fucking baby?â You harshly shout. âBecause heâs just trying to get in your pants, like every other guy at school isâ Billy tries to explain but you shake your head.
Everybody at school knows you and Billy are in a relationship. And most people are terrified of Billy, so they wouldnât try to speak to his girl. He is just making things up. He hates Steve and wants you to hate him too, but itâs not happening.
âOh grow the hell up, Billy. Seriously. He isnât trying to get in my pants, weâve been friends for years, you fucking idiot.â You insult him, walking off but feel a bruising grip snap around your wrist. Billy forces you back, causing you pain. âOw. Billy, get off me!â You slap him away but it only makes him madder.
Slapping him made him slap you. He has a quick temper but that threw him over the edge. Hopper heard it and quickly snapped his head in your direction to see Billy grab your face and force it closer to his. âDonât you ever fucking call me that again, you hear me?â He threatens you as Hopper rushes over.
âGet your hands off herâ Hopper slaps Billyâs hand down before grabbing him by his collar. You fell out of Billyâs grip and watched as your dad threatened your boyfriend. Billy hurt you which really upset you. You begin to cry. âDonât you ever lay a damn finger on my daughter, you hear me?â Hopper warns with gritted teeth to show his anger. His blood is boiling.
Billy didnât answer but he knows better than to fight back. For the exact same reason he doesnât fight his own dad back. âI didnât let you date my daughter for you to tell her what she can and canât do, and I wonât stand here and watch you put your filthy hands on her, do I make myself clear?â Hopper asks in a death-threatening tone which makes Billy side eye you.
âDonât look at her, look at meâ Hopper demands, tapping Billyâs cheek a few times to divert his attention back to him before gripping the scruff of his collar again. âShe can talk to whoever she damn wants to, and donât you dare think you can control her because boy, I will kill youâ Hopperâs tone is serious. The room fell silent. The only sound heard is you sniffling and wiping your tears away.
âDo I make myself clear?â Hopper asks and Billy nods. This is the first time youâve ever seen him scared of anybody. âNo, use your words.â Your dad manages to grip Billyâs collar harder. âYes, sirâ Billy responds. Hopper stares into his eyes for a few seconds before dropping his hands.
âGood. And watch your mouth, because if you ever call her a slut again, I will tie you to the back of my truck and go for a rideâ Hopper sarcastically smiles, patting your shoulder before leaving the kitchen. He knows Billy wonât say another mean word to you.
Now all thatâs left is the two of you in awkward silence. âSorryâ Billy manages to say moments later. He never apologizes, so you look into his eyes. âWipe those tears away, come on, letâs go to your roomâ Billy suddenly switches up to make you feel better.
He cups your cheeks, using his thumbs to rub your wet eyes. âCome onâ he whispers before planting a kiss on your forehead, reaching down to grab your hand and guide you to your bedroom. The two of you kick your shoes off and relax. You put on a bit of music and spend quality time together as a couple, minus the arguing and fighting for a first.
Hopper proudly smiles at the TV as he takes a sip from his bottle of beer. Thatâs another person heâs successfully made scared of him. Now he doesnât have to worry about him messing with you, because your dad always has your back. He will fight for you, and certainly isnât afraid to kill for you.
I hope you feel better soonđ How about one with a Byers!reader and she finds out sheâs pregnant and has to tell Joyce, maybe Billy or Eddie is her bf ?
addicted â b.h & e.m
pairings ; eddie munson x female byers!reader billy hargrove x female byers!reader
summary ; youâre friends with benefits with both billy and eddie when you suddenly get pregnant and have a hard time figuring out who the dad could be. you decide to have a talk with your mom joyce to figure things out.
warnings ; fwb, mentions of teenage pregnancy, crying, panic attack, mentions of past unprotected sex (idk if thereâs anymore)
authors note ; i couldnât decide between billy and eddie so why not do both?đ â reader is single ps this was kinda rushed so idk if i like it but anyway hahaha
Billy and Eddie do not know about each other. Billy doesnât know youâre having sex with Eddie, and neither does Eddie know youâre having sex with Billy. Youâre keeping them both a secret from each other and everyone else, mainly for the reason you donât want to be labeled as a slut.
Youâre far from a slut. Youâre the sister of Jonathan and Will Byers. Two of the weirdest boys in Hawkins. Or so everyone says. But youâre different from them. Theyâve always wanted to stay out of the crowd whereas you always try to fit in.
And you did fit in. Youâre super pretty, you get lots of attention from the guys at school, but no one compares to Billy Hargrove. Or so you thought different when you met Eddie Munson a few months later.
Letâs cut to the chase. You started sleeping with Billy not long after you met him, but neither of you were looking for a relationship. You meant nothing to each other but sex. You became friends with benefits and fucked at any given chance you could. Whether that be at school, in his car or at home when nobodyâs there. When thereâs a will, thereâs a way.
Then three months later you met Eddie Munson. A nerdy metal head who played D&D with your little brother and his friends. You two got along pretty well, and it wasnât long before you took an interest in each other. But again, you made it clear that you werenât looking for love.
He felt the same way. He was in it for the sex just as much as you were. And before you knew it, you had two of Hawkins Highâs prettiest boys wrapped around your finger. Nobody else deserves the title of being friends with benefits with Y/N Byers. Nobody.
And in no time you were fucking them both behind their backs. Neither Eddie or Billy knew about each other. Thatâs just how secretive you are. Weeks keep going by of you sleeping with both boys back and forth, taking it in turns to fuck them then go to the other one. You couldnât help it. Youâre practically a sex addict at this point.
And theyâre both so good. You just couldnât decide whoâs better. Theyâre both amazing at sex and know what to do at all times to keep you pleased. That was mainly the reason you couldnât leave any of them. Having two friends with benefits is better than one, right? Thereâs no shame in that.
But Billy is super protective. Even though youâre not in a relationship, he still claims you as his. He doesnât want you to fuck other boys, he doesnât want you to look at another boy. You donât get it, but heâs just like that. This is why you had to be extra careful with Eddie otherwise he would beat the crap out of him.
Weeks of unprotected sex keeps going by. Youâre going strong and youâre confident that everything is fine. Youâre too focused on your pleasure to worry about using condoms or birth control. This was one of your biggest regrets to this day.
You woke up one morning feeling sick as hell. You thought it was just period cramps, until you went to the bathroom and saw no blood. Checking the date, you realize youâre late for your period. You start to panic and rush to your room to grab a pregnancy test.
You kept them hidden from your mom in the bottom of your closet underneath your clothes. Youâve had them ever since you started having sex with your first boyfriend. Now theyâre there for emergencies. Such as right now.
Rushing back to the bathroom, you take the test and wait a few minutes for the results to show. You pace around the bathroom, feeling like youâre drenched in sweat but itâs just fear taking over your body. What the hell are you supposed to do if it says positive? How can you take care of a baby? Youâre just 17 years old.
After waiting long enough, you take a deep breath and reach for the test. Picking it up, you close your eyes for a split second to calm your nerves, only to widen them when you see the results. Positive. You throw the test on the floor and put your hands on your head. Shit. What are you supposed to do now?
You sit in the bathroom and cry by yourself for a little while. Some minutes go by and you hear the door knob rattle and turn. Someone is trying to get in. Your eyes glare at the door in panic until you hear your mom speak. âY/N, are you in there?â She says. You sigh, unsure whether itâs of relief or fear.
Sheâs your mom. Sheâs there for you, but this is one thing you donât know how to tell her. âYeahâ sniffling, you wipe your tears and unlock the door. âI need to useâ sweetie, whatâs wrong?â She frowns when she notices you crying. You donât reply, you sit back down on the edge of the bathtub and she makes her way over to you, shutting the door behind her.
âOh honey, is everything ok?â She asks, sitting down beside you on the bathtub, putting her arm around your shoulder as you sob into your hands. How are you supposed to tell her? You threw the test on the floor somewhere, but Joyce hasnât noticed it.
Youâre too shaken up to answer her. Itâs almost like youâre hyperventilating, making yourself worry with tears. âIâm- Iâm sorryâ you cough. Youâre working yourself up. Joyce is trying to calm you down by shushing and comforting you. âSorry? What are you sorry for, Y/N?â She rubs your back, concerned by your level of sadness.
âI- I messed upâ you cry, rubbing your waterfall of tears away with your hands. Joyce is confused but sheâs trying to figure it out. âWhat? What do you mean sweetie?â Her voice is as calm and soothing as ever. Sheâs your mom, sheâs amazing at comforting you.
You didnât want to use your words, but youâre too far into it to back out of it. She needs to know. You point to the floor, sniffling as more tears roll down your cheeks. âWhat?â She frowns, looking down to where youâre pointing to notice a pregnancy test on the floor. She says nothing but widens her eyes. She doesnât want to make the situation any worse.
She reaches down to pick it up, reading it. Positive. âOh, Y/N sweetieâ Joyce sighs as you drop your head in your hands, crying and panicking at once. âIâm sorry momâ you cry it out as she continues to comfort you. This isnât easy, itâs not something that can be dealt with in the snap of a finger. Itâs a huge thing and your mom is here for you.
âItâs ok, shh, shhâ she tries her best to calm you down with her hand rubbing your back. Youâre over worked up at this point, you can barely breathe properly. Youâre panicking and hyperventilating like crazy. âCome on, letâs go to your roomâ Joyce softly says, standing up and grabbing your hand to guide you to your bedroom.
You sit on the bed and wipe away your tears as your mom closes the door, sitting down beside you after doing so. âDo you have a boyfriend?â Joyce asks, grabbing your hands and holding them in your lap to comfort you. She wants to know you can feel comfortable talking to her about anything.
You hesitatingly shake your head. You donât want to lie but you donât want to admit that youâre sleeping with two guys behind everyoneâs backs. You donât want to put a bad name to yourself even though nobody would care as much as you think. âNo- no boyfriendâ you sniffle, fiddling with your moms hands in your lap to distract yourself.
âThatâs ok sweetie, you donât need a boyfriend to get pregnantâ Joyce speaks in a supportive tone. She is always there for her kids, she wouldnât dare raise her voice at you. She knows what teenagers are like, she was one herself once. âIâve just- Iâve been⌠fooling around I guessâ you shrug, not knowing the right way to approach it.
âWho with? Iâm sure you can have a talk with him about figuring things outâ Joyce rubs your hands. âThatâs the thing⌠itâs- itâs not just one guyâ you put your head down to avoid looking your mom in the eyes. âOh- uhâ she stammers. Now sheâs the one who doesnât know what to say.
You suddenly felt like the room got awkward as hell. âItâs two guys from schoolâ you say to fill in the silence. âWhy donât you talk to th-â Joyce asks but you are quick to cut her off. âNoâ you shake your head.
âI donât want either of them to know⌠and I kinda donât want anyone to know about themâŚâ you shrug. To Joyce it seems like youâre hiding something, maybe your feelings or how you feel about yourself in general. âWhy? Who are they honey?â She asks. Sheâs trying to talk to you in a supportive manner.
âUm- well uh- Will knows one of them⌠Eddie. Heâs in that Hellfire Club thing with himâ you explain and your mom nods to show her understanding. âOkay⌠and the other boy?â She asks. Suddenly you didnât want to tell her. You would much prefer to keep Billy a secret until the day you die. Billy is one of the worst people you could ever associate yourself with, and Jonathan would agree, being the same age as him at school and all.
âOh- heâs just- his name is Billy. Heâs Maxâs older brother, you know, Willâs red head friendâ you try to explain and Joyce nods to show she understands who youâre talking about. She doesnât want to make you feel any more upset or uncomfortable than you already are, so she tries to cheer you up.
âYou go for a lot of Willâs friends, huh?â She chuckles which makes you smile, wiping away your old tears as you slowly stop crying. âI wouldnât necessarily call Billy a friend, heâs- well heâs- not really a good guy. Heâs just a ladies man, and I clearly fell for thatâ you chuckle and Joyce smiles. She isnât disappointed or mad at you. Sheâs one of the best moms in the world.
âAs long as youâre happy. Whatever you decide to do, Iâll be by your side every step of the way. I know youâre young and probably not ready to be a mother yet and itâs not too late to back out of it. Iâm here for you, sweetheart, and your brothers are, tooâ Joyceâs hand slides from your hands to your back to rub it.
After rubbing your back, her hand holds onto your shoulder to pull you close to her. Pulling you into a side hug, your head rests on her shoulder as you sniffle. Your tears have stopped but your eyes and cheeks are stained red.
âOh god, those two? Donât tell those twoâ you make a joke. âYou donât want your brothers to know?â Joyce asks and you quickly shake your head. âDefinitely not. Jonathan will probably team up with Nancy and Steve to kill Billy. I wouldnât be surprisedâ you laugh and your laughter makes your mom smile.
âAnd what about Will?â She asks, curious to see how you think Will would handle the situation. âOh, Will? I can totally see him and El torturing Eddie with her powersâ you giggle, making Joyce laugh. She loves how you use your imagination, oh, and how you think of your brothers.
Joyce stuck by your side for the rest of the day. You were far too stressed to do anything, so the two of you watched movies and ate junk food together. Joyce respected your wishes of wanting to keep this a secret between you both, so Jonathan and Will wouldnât find out. She will support you through whichever decision you decide to make for yourself.
And youâll do your best to make sure Eddie and Billy never find out that you got pregnant. After everything thatâs happened, it will not stop you from fucking them both. Maybe next time youâll be careful. Maybe you wonât. But youâll never stop fucking them. Youâre addicted.
I love alfie as the readers dad hahah, how about one where Y/N and Michael are having an argument and she tells her dad and he threatens Michael? Maybe a little angsty?
sounds good! thanks for the request, hope you enjoy đ¤
death wish â m.g
pairings ; michael gray x fem solomons!reader
summary ; you and michael argue about alfie sabotaging the peaky blinders, to which he blames it on you. michael says some horrible things to you which makes you upset. you tell your dad and alfie teaches him a lesson.
warnings ; slight angst, strong use of language, name calling (whore, coward, etc), arguing, shouting, threats, face grabbing, crying. â kind of happy ending
authors note ; i really like this one! i can totally see alfie being an overprotective dad. next time he might actually kill michaelđł
âHow the fuck is it my fault?â You scream at Michael in his mothers kitchen. âBecause heâs your fucking dadâ he shouts back. Polly is sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper, trying her best to ignore the two of you.
âThat doesnât mean itâs my fault, I canât control what he doesâ your voice raises. Michael is blaming you for something your dad did again. Alfie is known for playing games with the Peaky Blinders, and heâs gone and done it again. This time, youâre put to blame by your own boyfriend.
Polly shakes her head while flipping the page over. Youâre both giving her a headache in her own bloody house. âYouâre the only fucking person he listens to, Y/n, just talk to the bastard and tell him to fuck offâ Michael comes really close to your face at the end, only inches away from yours.
Heâs intimidating to say the least but you never fear any man with Alfie Solomons as your father. âMichaelâ Polly warns him without taking her eyes off her newspaper. âItâs none of my businessâ you gulp as his threatening eyes stare into yours.
âYes it is your business, if he always fucks with us, how do we know you wonât do the same?â He acts as if youâre some kind of traitor. âIs that really what you think of me?â You laugh. He clenches his jaw at the sound of your laughter. This angered him.
âYeah thatâs what I think of you, youâre the daughter of that fucking slippery bastard, no wonder youâre the way you are, nothing but a no good whoreâ he taunts, stepping away from you to put his hands on the kitchen table. Your mouth opens in shock and Polly drops her newspaper in her lap.
âMichael!â Her voice raises. Sheâs in disbelief of the way her son is speaking to his girlfriend. âWhat, mum?â Michael shouts, getting frustrated with both you and Polly. âDonât you dare speak to her like thatâ she points her finger at him and he rolls his eyes.
âWhat, youâre on her side? After everything Alfie has fucking put us through?â Michael scoffs. Youâre offended by his words but heâs just angry, he doesnât really mean them. âIâm on no oneâs side, Michaelâ His mum tells him.
âBut for you to blame Y/n is wrong. Whatever her father decides to get up to us his own business, not hers, for Christâs sakeâ Polly shakes her head. Sheâs mad at her son but she canât control him. âLike I said, sheâs the only person he listens to so she could do something about it, she just chooses not toâ Michael uses sarcasm to speak about you as if youâre not in the room.
Polly rolls her eyes. Thereâs no point in arguing with him if heâs not going to listen. She picks up her newspaper and continues reading it. âItâs not that I choose not to, Michael, itâs that I donât want to get involved with stupid little gang business with you and your coward cousinsâ you snap back at him, causing him to close his eyes and inhale a sharp breath.
Heâs trying everything to stay calm and not lash out on you, but the way things are going, heâs ready to break any second. âYouâre being a coward right now Y/nâ he calmly says, avoiding looking at you. âNo youâre a fucking coward Michael, always following orders from Tommy, what are you? His pet?â You laugh. Polly glares at you, telling you to shut up only with her eyes. She knows her son has a short temper, youâre only making things worse.
âShut upâ he says with his eyes shut. His fists balling up on the dining table. But you donât listen. âBut these arenât Tommyâs orders are they? If Tommy wants to do something about my dad then so be it, but you need to stop acting so fucking tough when youâre too much of a little sap to do it yourselââ
Your words were quickly cut short by Michael slamming his hands on the table, rushing to grab your jaw with a bruising grip. âTommy doesnât fucking tell me what to doâ he nastily said through gritted teeth. âMichael!â Polly widens her eyes, hurriedly getting up to pull her son away from you.
âTommy doesnât own me, no one fucking owns me, so shut your mouth before I shut it for you, you hear me?â He threatens, his mother gripping his arm to pull him away but he nudges her off. âYou hear me?â Michael shouts, making you flinch. âMichael, thatâs enoughâ Polly says, not giving up on trying to pull him off you.
Michaelâs eyes stare into yours. His blue eyes glowing with anger intimidates you, forcing you to nod. He scoffs, roughly ripping his hand away from your face. He walks away, his mum following him to scold him. You hear them shouting at each other but you take in no words. Youâre too upset and shocked at the way Michael just treated you. Way too overwhelmed to stay, you rush out of the house in tears. Your house isnât too far from Pollyâs so you head home.
â at home
Walking into the house and slamming the door after yourself gains Alfieâs attention. âHey kid, you alright?â He asks from the living room, peeking his head over to look through the doorway. You walk into the room, your dad instantly notices that youâre upset.
âWhatâs wrong?â He frowns as you throw yourself onto the seat next to him. âMichaelâŚâ you sob. He can barely stand Michael as it is, but now that heâs made you cry, he dislikes him even more. âWhat did he fucking do?â He asks in a protective tone, wrapping his arm over your shoulder to pull you close. Heâs always been good at comforting you.
âHe⌠he said itâs my fault that you always cause a war with Tommyâ you cry as you explain, Alfie rubbing your shoulder to calm you down. âDid he?â His eyebrows raise. âYeah⌠and he.. he called me a whoreâ you wipe your own tears away.
Those words were enough to make Alfie grab his gun and find Michael there and then. âA whore?â His tone changes. He went from comforting to angry in less than a second. âAnd he grabbed me and it hurt⌠but Polly pulled him awayâ you tell him. He listens to every word you say.
You explained everything else you felt like you needed to before Alfie got up and left. He was heading to Tommyâs house to sort things out between them, but really he was going to teach Michael a thing or two about messing with his kid.ďżź
â Tommyâs house, 1 hour later
Knocking on Michaelâs office door, Tommyâs maid entered and told Michael he was needed downstairs. He heads down with a cigarette in his hand, opening the doors to Tommyâs office to see him, Polly and Alfie all stood. Michael rolls his eyes, knowing whatâs coming for him.
âDonât stand there and roll your eyes, get over hereâ Polly demands her son to do. Michael follows her orders, walking up to Tommyâs desk to toss his cigarette in the ashtray. He purposely walks closest to Alfie to stand next to his mother.
âWhatâs he doing here?â Michael asks with a spark of confidence in his voice as he sits down. Polly sits next to him but the other two men stay standing. âYou know why Iâm here, boyâ Alfieâs tone is serious. âMe and Alfie talked business. Weâre back on the same side, but I think you know why youâre in here, Michaelâ Tommy sighs, outing his own cigarette in the ashtray.
âMhmâ Michael hums in response. He seems bored. âGo on then, why are you here?â Tommy asks, feeling like heâs a primary school teacher solving conflict between two kids. Michael takes his time before responding. âBecause of Y/n?â He rolls his eyes.
âYeah, because of Y/n, now are you gonna tell me why you put your fucking filthy hands on my daughter?â Alfie asks, using hand gestures to show his anger towards the boy. Michael scoffs, looking at Polly. âNo donât look at your mother, look at meâ Alfie demands, locking eye contact with Michael.
âI didnât put my hands on herâ Michael shakes his head. He didnât recall grabbing her face meant putting his hands on her. âNo? Then whyâd she come home crying, saying you grabbed her and hurt her?â Alfieâs eyebrows raise. Heâs trying to handle the situation but with how smug Michael is acting, heâs getting angry.
âBecause she wasnât fucking listening to me, she just kept going on and on about how youâre a coward and Iâm just a sap who takes orders from youâ Michael says, turning his head to Tommy who says nothing. He just blinks with a blank expression.
âYou did call her a whore, Michaelâ Polly steps in and Michael rolls his eyes. With Polly as a witness, she told both Tommy and Alfie what happened before Michael had entered the room. âYeah, well most of the time Tommy is a coward and you are just a sap who takes orders from him, but calling Y/n a whore is just the bottom line, ainât it?â Alfie gets mad.
âWell she should stop acting like oneâ Michael mutters and Polly shakes her head. This could go easier if Michael would just follow. âWhat did you say?â Alfie asks, turning his ear to face him to hear what he said because mumbling under his breath wonât do him any justice.
âI said she should stop acting like one. She gets male attention all the time and she looks like she fucking enjoys itâ Michael responds smugly. He and Alfie are just as pissed off as each other. âSheâs a pretty girl, Michael, obviously sheâs going to get attentââ Polly starts to say.
âYouâre the only man sheâs been with. She told me that herself. She fucking loves you, boy, and Iâm giving you the privilege to go out with my daughter and youâre fucking it up all because being a Peaky Blinder has gotten to your fucking thick headâ Alfie taunts to see Michael scoff. Tommy is just listening to every word thatâs being spoken.
âAnd youâre just gonna allow that?â Michael asks, pointing at Alfie whilst looking at Tommy. Tommy shrugs, not saying a word to show he means not getting involved. Tommy doesnât care about anything Alfie is saying about him or the Peaky Blinders, he just cares about solving conflict between them both.
âAlfieâs right, Michael. You used to be sweet to Y/n, I remember when youâd come home and tell me everything about her. Youâd sit for hours going on about how pretty she is, how much you love her, how you want to marry her. Now being in this gang has gotten to your headâ Polly tells him and he sighs.
This time Michael doesnât have a snarky response or roll his eyes. He just sighs. He knows heâs in the wrong and listening to the words his mother just told him made him realise how different your relationship is now. âAnd Y/n would say the same. She wouldnât shut up about this Michael boy, and now look at you, sitting in this room with me like itâs fucking parents evening at schoolâ Alfie shakes his head.
âYeah, wellâŚâ Michael shrugs. Unable to find a response. âYou donât want to lose a girl like Y/n, Michael, it will break your heartâ Polly sighs, putting her hand on her sons arm. âThereâs a hundred men in Small Heath who would die for a girl like her, and you have her, Michaelâ Tommy finally spoke, causing all three of them to turn their heads to look at him.
âDo you not hear how much your cousins say theyâre jealous of you because Y/n chose to be with you and not them?â Polly recalls, speaking about John and Arthur which makes Alfieâs eyebrows frown. He doesnât like the way men speak about his daughter, but now isnât the time to curse out Tommyâs brothers.
Michael nods and looks down in his lap. He has nothing to say, but heâs full of regrets. The whole room can feel his emotions just by looking at him. After a few moments of silence, Alfie breaks it. âGo to my house and say sorry to herâ Alfie almost orders Michael to do. âAnd buy her some flowers on your travelsâ Polly says, tapping his arm to let him go.
Michael stands up to leave the room. But before exiting, Alfie has one last thing to say. âPut your hands on my daughter again and youâll have a death wish, boy, hear me?â He glares at Michael. The boy turns around to face Alfie. âYes, sirâ he nods before leaving the room. Tommy, Polly and Alfie are going to finish up talking about the business side of the conflict whilst Michael makes his way to you. He buys you flowers to show his sincere apology. Heâll make it up to you, maybe not right now, but some day.
eddie munson being a stepdad to y/nâs baby after billy died đĽš
i love this idea so much! i can totally see eddie being a girls dadđ
step dad - e.m [headcanon]
pairings: eddie munson x female reader billy hargrove x reader (formerly)
warnings: mention of teenage pregnancy, death of billy â nothing else, just pure fluff :)
⥠you were pregnant when billy died so your daughter never got the chance to meet her dad
⥠over the first months of your daughters life she began to look more and more like billy every day
⥠blue eyes and freckles <3
⥠when you met eddie for the first time, your daughter was one years old
⥠you didnât know how eddie was going to take the news of you being a teenage mother
⥠but he took it well !!!
⥠he didnât mind you being a parent and it definitely wouldnât ruin anything between you
⥠when you began dating, he picked up the stepdad role almost immediately
⥠he definitely loves your daughter as if she were his own
⥠you both teaching her how to walk and talk together
⥠*eddie points at you* âwhoâs this? can you say mama?â and repeating it a thousand times
⥠eddie getting overly excited when your daughter finally says âmamaâ for the first time
⥠and i mean overly excitedâ clapping, cheering, throwing her up in the air and catching her which almost gives you a heart attack
⥠eddie encouraging your daughter to walk by crouching down and holding his arms out
⥠âcome on angel, walk to eddie, you know you want toâ
⥠she tumbles and falls a few times but eddieâs patience with her is amazing
⥠he would sit there for hours and motivate your daughter to walk to him
⥠when she finally took her first steps, eddie was so proud of her and smothered her with kisses
⥠lets her play with his guitar and sometimes plays music for her to dance to
⥠he loves to take naps with your daughter â youâd walk into your room to see the two of them cuddling and snoring on your bed
⥠whenever youâre having a bad day, eddie always comes over to help take care of the kid
⥠if youâre stressed, tired or just need some time alone then eddie will take care of her for the day
⥠he would take her to the park or to d&d games with his friends
⥠gareth and dustin being way too scared to hold her because babies are demons lol
⥠eddie taking her for ice cream and letting her get super messy
⥠he practically lets her do whatever she wants when her mom isnât around hehe
⥠he will bathe her afterwards though
⥠surprises your daughter with new toys and teddy bears whenever he gets the chance
⥠lowkey only comes to your house to see the kid more than you hahaha
⥠makes funny faces to hear her laugh
⥠reads her childrenâs books to fall asleep to
⥠protecting her and raising her as his own <3 just because she isnât biologically his daughter, it doesnât mean he wonât stop treating her like she is
⥠sings songs and dances with her
⥠eddie always tells her yes when you say noâ he has a hard time saying no to such an adorable little face
⥠always pinching her chubby cheeks
⥠âyouâre so pretty, just like your mamaâ
⥠lets her pull and play with his hair
⥠also lets her play with his rings on his hands
⥠literally almost cries when she says âeddieâ for the first time
⥠knows how to calm your daughter down when sheâs having a tantrum or just generally upset
⥠the kid always tracing her little fingers over eddieâs bat tattoos đŚ
⥠she literally loves cuddling and hugging him more than you lol
⥠eddie having to cheer you up when youâre worrying about your daughter loving eddie more than you⌠awwww
⥠âdonât be silly y/n, youâre her mom, she loves you more than anyone in the worldâ
⥠carrying the girl to bed whenever she falls asleep in his armsâ tucking her in and kissing her head
⥠whenever you and eddie get some alone time, the two of you are very affectionate and canât keep your hands off each other
⥠âyouâre so good to her, i donât know what iâd do without you, edâ
⥠him smothering your face with kisses
⥠âim glad to be in her life, iâd do anything to protect my girlsâ
summary: hopper comes home from work early and accidentally walks in on you and your boyfriend billy having sex. discovering that you skipped school and broke his rules, he decides to have a serious talk with you.
authors note: i will forever be obsessed with billy. idk if i like this but itâs my first billy fic so i hope u enjoy đŤśđť iâd love hopper to be my dad lol
You pretended to get ready for school all morning. While you told your dad you were waiting for Billy to pick you up, he left for work and dropped El off at school on the way. Less than 10 minutes later, you hear the roar of Billyâs car pull up outside.
You meet him at the front door, pulling him into a tight hug with your cheek pressing against his chest. âSomeone missed me, huhâ he chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist. âI always miss youâ a smile appears on your lips as you move your head to look at him.
You loosen your arms and move them behind his neck as his hands hold your waist. âYou saw me yesterdayâ he grins. Billy has always had a soft spot for you, though heâs angry and violent with everyone else. You just had to accept that part of him.
âDoesnât stop me from missing you⌠my bed feels empty without you in itâ you bite your lip with a smirk. âLetâs go fill in that emptiness then, huh?â He suggests. Thatâs an offer youâll never turn down. You grab his hand and drag him into the house, Billy shutting the door behind him.
You both instantly grab each other and start making out. You walk backwards as Billy guides you to your bedroom, kicking the door shut after him. You both start to practically rip each otherâs clothes off while continuing to roughly make out.
âYou sure no oneâs gonna come home? Because I wanna make you screamâ Billy tells you as he trails his kisses to your neck, making you close your eyes and softly moan. âIâm positive. My dad and El just left so we have nothing to worry aboutâ you tell him.
Hopper has a strict rule of you and El keeping your bedroom doors open 3 inches when Billy and Mike come over. Theyâre not allowed to be in the house when Hopper isnât home, but you like to break the rules sometimes.
Billy starts to passionately kiss your neck, using his teeth to leave a harsh hickey on your skin. You moan and dig your nails into his bare back. The only items of clothing you both have on is your underwear, but thatâll soon change.
Whilst Billy is focused on leaving marks on your neck, you reach your hand over to your record player to turn on some music. You and Billy loved to listen to music whilst having sex, anything from Metallica to Diana Ross.
He pushes you back until you fall onto the bed, getting on top of you once youâre down. Gripping your wrists to pin you down, he starts making out with you again. After kissing for a minute straight, Billy pulls away and slowly kisses down your chest before taking off your bra and continuing to kiss down your stomach.
You moan and arch your back, pushing your ass into the bed. He twists his fingers around either side of your panties, pulling them down your legs and dropping them on the floor. He wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling your knees up and putting his head between your legs.
He plants kisses on your thighs, looking up at you to see your pretty face moaning. His kisses eventually move to your pussy, making you softly moan and arch your back more. âIâm glad we skipped school for thisâ Billy says from between your legs as his fingernails dig into your thighs.
âMe tooâŚâ you gasp, sliding your fingers into his hair and tugging on it when you feel him using his tongue on your pussy. A moan followed by a curse word slips out of your mouth as he begins to properly eat you out. Your fingers pull on his hair harder, causing him to deeply hum.
He didnât like you pulling his hair when you first got together. In fact, he didnât like a lot of things you did back then, but now he loves it. He loves everything you do. He got so comfortable around you that heâs willing to do anything you like. You have him wrapped around your finger just as much as youâre wrapped around his.
With each tug you give his hair, his fingernails dig deeper into your thighs, deep enough to draw blood by now. He continues to eat you out until he can feel you squirming underneath him like youâre about to cum. He never lets you cum without permission.
Billy unexpectedly moves his hands from your thighs to your waist where he pulls you underneath him as he gets on top of you. Now towering over you, he reaches his head closer to yours. âOpen your mouthâ he demands. You do as he says.
He spits into your mouth, watching as you swallow his saliva full of your pussy wetness. âKiss me. Taste yourselfâ he says, sticking his tongue out as you grab his cheeks, pulling him closer to make out with him.
During your make out, Billy uses one of his hands to pull his underwear down, then guide his already hard dick to your entrance. You two never use protection, you just pull out and hope for the best, which is once again going against one of your dadâs many rules.
Without warning, he pushes himself into you, making you pull away from the kiss to let out a loud moan. He smirks as he watches your head fall down onto the pillow, shutting your eyes tight. âNo, look at meâ he demands, grabbing your jaw with a bruising grip.
You peel your eyes open, looking into his eyes as his thrusts get deeper and harder. Youâre uncontrollably moaning. Youâre moaning so loud over the music that you donât hear your dadâs cop car pull up outside.
Hopper fumbles with his keys as he approaches the front door. âCanât believe I forgot my damn walletâ he curses to himself as he sticks the keys in the door, only to realize the door is already unlocked. He frowns, opening the door and hearing music coming from your room.
âThis kidâ Hopper shakes his head, angrily walking to your bedroom. âY/n, why the hell arenât you in schââ Hopper barges your door open without knocking, only to see Billy on top of you. He immediately knew what you were doing.
âOh myâ Jesus Christ Y/nâ Hopper quickly reacts by covering his eyes with his hand as you push Billy off you. âDad!â You yell, swiftly pulling the blanket up to cover yourself. Luckily the blanket was already covering most of your bodies so your dad didnât see too much.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â Hopper yells from outside your bedroom door with his hand still covering his eyes. âIâm kinda busy!â You yell back. âGet your clothes on and get out here. Iâm not kidding Y/n!â Your dad yells before reaching in to pull the door shut. You can tell heâs super pissed.
âFuckâ you whisper to yourself, dropping your head into your hands. You know your dad is going to punish you for this. Youâve never been caught with Billy until now, and Hopper already dislikes him as it is. âYou said he went to workâ Billy says.
You slowly lift your head to look at him with a face full of annoyance. âWell obviously I didnât fucking know he was going to come backâ you say back in a sarcastic tone. He tuts and shoves his underwear back on.
You rush to put your clothes back on, sighing before you open your bedroom door. You really want to avoid your dad at all costs right now, but you donât want to risk any more punishments. Whilst Billy is still getting dressed in your room, you head out.
The first thing you see as you enter the living room is your dad stress-smoking a cigarette on the couch. His stance is angry, his face is angry, he is angry. He sees you, giving you a look to tell you to sit down. âAre you gonna explain to me why the hell youâre not at school?â Hopper asks as you sit on the other couch.
âI didnât wanna goâŚâ you try to answer as innocently as possible but heâs not falling for that. âRight⌠so instead you invite your boyfriend over while Iâm not here⌠to have sex with him?â He asks as he sees Billy coming out of your bedroom in the corner of his eye.
âBilly, get over hereâ he demands. Billy isnât one to take orders from people, but when itâs his girlfriends dad, whoâs also a cop, he obeys. Billy walks over and sits next to you. Now things are just more awkward. âDadâŚâ you whine but Hopper wonât stand for it.
âNo, donât you dad meâ he points his finger at you. âYou know the damn rules y/n, and you do too Billyâ Hopper raises his voice, looking back and forth at both you and your boyfriend. None of you answer him. âThat couldâve been El, not meâ Hopper says.
âI think Iâd rather it was Elâ you mumble under your breath, causing Billy to snicker. âWhat did you just say?â Hopper raises his voice and you shake your head to say nothing. âFrom now on Iâm taking you to school. Not Billy, not anyone elseâ Hopper strictly tells you.
âBut dadâŚâ
âNo, no butsâ
Hopper cuts you off. Heâs a really over protective dad which is understandable why heâs so angry. But you still think heâs treating you like a kid. âGrow the hell up Y/n. Skipping school to have sex. Thatâs such an immature thing to doâ Hopper states, smacking his knees before standing up to walk to the kitchen.
Heâs too mad to sit and look at you both right now. He pours himself a glass of whiskey. âBoth of you go to school nowâ Hopper demands, swigging his glass before darting his eyes over at you. âI will call your principal in an hour to see if youâre thereâ he says.
You roll your eyes at him. âAnd if youâre not there, you are not seeing him for a weekâ your dad says, glaring at Billy. âDad!â You raise your voice. âDonât make it a month!â Hopper yells back. You angrily storm back to your room to grab the rest of your things.
âYou. Know better. You know youâre not supposed to be here when Iâm not hereâ Hopper says to Billy while theyâre left alone. âYes sirâ Billy sighs, trying not to get on his bad side, though he clearly already is. âIâm letting you date my damn daughter, the least you could do is follow my rules, now goâ Hopper says, shooing him out.
You come back out of your bedroom without talking to or looking at your dad. âCome on Billyâ you huff, swinging your bag over your shoulder. Billy stands up, grabbing his car keys out of his pocket as you two head outside.
Hopper follows you to the door to make sure you get in the car safely. His hand rests against the door frame, watching as you both get in the car. âDrive straight to school, no funny businessâ he yells loud enough for you to hear him with the windows rolled down.
You shake your head and roll your eyes. âAnd put your seatbelts on!â He yells before slamming the front door shut. âOh my godâ you whisper to yourself as you put your seatbelt on. Billy begins driving to school.
âGuess we skipped for nothingâ you scoff, looking out the window with pure annoyance as Billyâs hand creeps up on your thigh. âDonât worry, we can always continue laterâ he smirks, gripping your thigh to make you look at him. âBillyâŚâ you playfully roll your eyes at him. It doesnât matter that you got caught, or the way your dad reacted. Youâre teenagers. Youâll manage to find a way. A way that Hopper will never find out.
summary: you and alex have two daughters together and the oldest paints your nails âĄ
warnings: none
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âdaddy!â a little voice echoes down the hallway as your four year old daughter runs into the living room. âhmm?â alex responds, turning to look at the girl.
âlook what i got!â she excitedly waves a bottle of red nail polish in his face. âaww thatâs prettyâ alex smiles and turns his head in your direction after hearing you laugh.
âyou know what sheâs going to ask youâ you snicker, knowing exactly whatâs coming next. âwhat?â he asks cluelessly. âcan i paint your nails, daddy?â the kid innocently asks alex with a tilted head and puppy eyes.
âwhy not mummy?â he points over at you, laying on the sofa with your other daughter laying on your chest, fast asleep. sheâs only a couple of months old. âiâve got the babyâ you quickly find an excuse.
âyeah, sheâs got the babyâ your older daughter tells alex in a sassy tone as she puts her hand on her hip, waving the nail polish in his face with her other hand. âyouâre definitely your mothers kidâ he sarcastically chuckles as he sits upright.
alex places his hands out in front of him to let his daughter paint his nails â itâll keep her occupied and quiet for ten minutes at least. âyay⌠now shhhâ she tells him, guiding his hand to the coffee table where she kneels in front of it to paint his fingernails.
alex shoots a raised eyebrow over at you as you try not to laugh at your daughters sassiness. alex is right, she definitely got that from you. âred looks pretty on daddy, doesnât it?â you raise your head to look over at the progress of the manicure.
âyepâ the girl replies as she pokes her tongue out of her mouth while she concentrates. itâs one of the funny things she does which you find super adorable. âi think red looks prettier on mummy, thoughâ alex smirks at you, making you blush.
âevery colour looks pretty on mummyâ the kid says without looking at either of you. sheâs too focused on painting alexâs nails, sheâs already on the fourth finger. sheâs surprisingly good at it for a four year old.
âaww thank you babyâ you say in awe at your daughter. kids can be sweet. âevery colour looks pretty on you tooâ you compliment her back. âi knowâ she replies with a sassy giggle.
you and alex raise your eyebrows and look at each other at the same time, causing you both to start laughing. kids are incredibly funny when theyâre that age, but they grow up too quick.
after your daughter successfully paints all of alexâs fingers on his first hand, she moves onto the second with her tongue still poking out. every time you notice it, you laugh â sheâs too adorable.
âmummy, can i paint your nails next?â she asks you without looking away from her work. âhmm, iâve got the baby thoughâŚâ you say as you snuggle into your four month old daughter.
âyou can give the baby to daddyâ she tells you in a light tone of voice as if sheâs the parent. âyeah, iâll have herâ alex shoots a smirk over at you. youâre not getting away with this. you playfully roll your eyes at him.
once the kid finishes painting both of alexâs hands, she runs upstairs to grab a different colour of nail polish for your nails. âlet me seeâ you giggle as alex holds his hands up in front of his face, wiggling his fingers to show you the finished product.
âaww you look so pretty nowâ you play around as the two of you hear your daughter rushing back downstairs. âmummy, you can have pinkâ she tells you, out of breath from running.
âokay, here you go alâ you say to alex as you slowly sit up, carefully handing the baby to his arms. he sits his back against the sofa to cuddle his youngest daughter as she sleeps.
you get into the same position on the edge of the sofa like alex was before, putting your hands out in front of you to let your four year old paint your nails. ânow sit stillâ she bosses you, making you snicker.
you watch in awe as she carefully paints your nails a pretty pink colour â only to be interrupted a few minutes later. âoh, helloâ you say to your youngest daughter as you notice she has woken up from her nap.
alex sits her up on his lap to let her watch her big sister paint her mummyâs nails. âcan i paint her nails too?â your oldest looks up at you with puppy eyes.
âsheâs a bit too little right now, you can when sheâs biggerâ alex tells her. âhmm okâ the kid sighs through her nose. she loves having a baby sister, but she canât wait until sheâs older to be able to properly play with her.
you watch as alex moves your youngest daughter back into a cuddling position. you hear her little yawn which makes your heart skip a beat. thereâs no better feeling than hearing their cute little noises.
after a good ten minutes go by, both hands are successfully painted. you hold your hands out in front of your face to take a proper look at your nails. âtheyâre so pretty, darlingâ alex tells the kid as he looks at your nails.
âthanks daddyâ she giggles as she stands in front of you both, holding her hands together like a polite girl, proud of her work. âyouâre gonna be a nail artist when youâre older, arenât youâ you giggle, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
âyeah, and sheâs gonna be my little helperâ she replies, leaning over to alex to plant a kiss on her baby sisterâs head too. you smile, adoring how she admires the baby. your family is complete â you couldnât ask for a better father to your kids, nor could you ask for more amazing children.
Can you do one where reader is Alfieâs daughter and he catches her and Michael doing the â¨deedâ¨
caught in the act
pairings: michael gray x solomons!reader
summary: alfie walks in on his daughter and her boyfriend having sex and all three of them are incredibly embarrassed
warnings: sexual intercourse, swear words, awkward encounter
a/n: reader and michael are in their teens â this one is a bit short, but enjoy đŤśđť xx
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you and michael are practically sex addicts. you do it anywhere and everywhere, at any time. when you heard you were going to be home alone for the afternoon, you and michael had a field day.
âfuckâ you moan, throwing your head back as you ride your boyfriend on your bed. michaelâs hands are free roaming around your naked back as your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, chests touching.
your head falls forward and michaelâs lips latch onto your neck, immediately kissing and sucking on your bare skin. âoh my godâ you moan, sweat dripping from your forehead as you bite your lip.
you feel michael bruising your neck with his teeth, leaving a vicious love bite. he looks at your neck and smirks, proud of his artwork.
his hands press tightly against your back as he pushes himself deeper into you, slightly moving the position so he can re-enter you in a rougher way than before.
âuhh⌠yesâ you loudly moan, digging your nails into michaelâs back, hearing him groan with pleasure. âyou feel fucking amazingâ he pants, out of breath.
âbaby, go fasterâ you tightly shut your eyes as you feel him hold onto you tighter, thrusting himself up into you faster than he already was, hearing your moans and feeling your wetness making him ten times harder.
âthatâs it⌠fuckâ you intensely moan, almost orgasming at how good the sex is.
without warning, the door to your bedroom swings open. ây/nâ you hear your dad say as he enters. you quickly gasp and michael pulls out of you, pulling the blanket over to cover you both.
âoh my fucking godâ alfie says, placing his hand over his eyes and facing away from you both to step out of the room after realising what you two were doing.
âshitâ you whisper, jumping off michaelâs lap to sit next to him, pulling the blanket up to cover your naked chest.
âiâm so sorry, oh my fuckââ alfie continues to speak outside the room with his hand still covering his eyes.
âoh my godâ you say, covering your own eyes with your hands as a wave of panic rushes over your body. âsorryâ alfie mouths to michael as he reaches back into the room to pull the door shut.
michael starts to laugh as you uncover your eyes and glare right into his eyes, yours widened. âwhat the fuckâ you say with a bumpy voice, trying not to laugh. it is embarrassing, but itâs funny.
âiâm never gonna be able to look at him the sameâ you say, laughing but it sounds like youâre going to cry with embarrassment. michael is just having a laughing fit, poor alfie is probably washing his eyes out with bleach.
âyou said he wasnât gonna be home until laterâ michael said as you threw the blanket off yourself and stood up to get some clothes on. âobviously i didnât how later he meantâ you sarcastically emphasised as you quickly shoved a robe around your body.
moments later there was a knock at your bedroom door, ânow he decides to knockâ you say to michael before walking over to the door to open it, seeing your dad stood with his hand covering his eyes again.
âitâs fine iâm dressed nowâ you tell him, watching as he uncovers his eyes, neither of you make eye contact because itâs too awkward.
âiâm sorry i didnât knoââ alfie begins to speak but you interrupt him before he finishes. âjust donât talk about itâ you giggle, hearing michael snicker behind you.
âi was gonna ask you what you wanted to eat, but i think iâve put myself off eatingâ alfie makes a joke to better the awkward situation with his daughter. he isnât mad, he knows that youâre old enough now, and youâre doing it with someone you love and trust.
âdadâ you huff, michael laughing from the bed. âclearly youâre not hungry, carry on i wonât bother you againâ alfie nods his head to michael before throwing a cheeky smile toward you. he walks away, you slam the door shut.
âwant to carry on?â michael jokingly asks you, seeing that youâre in a mood. youâre not annoyed, just incredibly embarrassed and would rather die right now. âfuck offâ you chuckle, reaching over to shove his head back.
he grabs your waist, pulling you back down onto the bed to smother you with kisses before noticing your neck. âohâŚâ he says, remembering the dark love bite he gave you earlier.
âwhat?â you ask him in a serious tone, noticing him looking at your neck and laughing, you instantly knew. âoh my fucking godâ you jump off the bed, watching as your boyfriend hysterically creases at everything that just happened.
