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Sexy Billy Yandere.
This may be my favorite music video of all time. 🩵 🩷 🩵
Chateau // Angus & Julia Stone (2017)
Chateau // Angus & Julia Stone (2017)
Chateau // Angus & Julia Stone (2017)
Chateau // Angus & Julia Stone (2017)
Chateau // Angus & Julia Stone (2017)
‘I don’t have a type??’
……
‘okay maybe I do..’
da vinci
pairing: dacre montgomery x male reader
summary: just the actor fawning over the abundance in your cultural capital.
request: @gayaristocrat YOU ARE THE VISUSLS BBY! thanks sm for your patience, plus the anon who also requested a while back, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing.
notes: happy pride! after FINALLY handing in my art coursework, this is my projection onto the character of the reader. never will i ever pick up another paintbrush - well…also officially finished my exams now so i am a slut for y’all’s requests! flood my inbox (but more importantly my hole) xx
song rec: naomi sharon - definition of love
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dating dacre was nothing short of a dream. he always made you feel so at ease. he loved how creative you were - the perfect match to his inner theatre kid. taking him to fashion exhibitions + poetry slams, and the actor inviting you to theatre shows, seeing the world through each others’ eyes made the time together even more precious. you first met at a ballet show. he had been dragged to see it by a few of his castmates, but was more so enjoying the bts view of you with the dancers. you were backstage fitting all the dancers and making sure they were all comfortable in what you styled. he managed to peek behind the curtain and saw your beautiful, so focused on draping the fabric of the lead’s skirt.
fuck, you were fine.
but he didn’t think much of it, just some cute guy, with beautiful eyes, who probably had a boyfriend. he took his seat and watched it with his friends. one of them was engaged to one of the dancers and so took dacre to the dressing rooms after the show. after introducing the two of you, y’all were practically drooling over each other. barely a word was said between you, but your hearts’ communicated greater feelings than mere speech ever could. they say love at first sight is something for the big screen, but your initial encounter rivalled the biggest stories of romance any writer could ever craft.
from that night, you practically were together, with the tabloids plastering the two of you holding hands, yachting in capri. the pop culture side of twitter was OBSESSED with your relationship to the actor and was in constant awe with how perfect you guys were for each other.
y/nsupremacy: you guys make my heart smile
user111: they’d make such cute babies
dacrefanclub6: sexiest couple on the internet
there was even a time where he had to do a nude scene in an upcoming blockbuster and the whole world saw how much your man was packing. in his press tour, the panel of interviewers didn’t shy away from your bf’s HUGE deal, some even made inappropriate comments.
‘god bless bottoms like y/n, he be taking that shit better than a pornstar’
‘poor y/n, how does that thing even fit?’
‘checks out…big booty bitches y/n deserves to be fucked by hung men.’
dacre was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable with the constant media comments on your thickness, but he had nothing to fear. you embraced it, you were said to have the best bod in fashion. as much as he tried to keep his life with you private, he lowkey wanted to let the world know that how much of a good boy you were for him.
dacre: ‘in all fairness i ain’t had any complaints from him so…’
dacre: ‘but…our neighbours definitely hate us.’ he remarks with a devilish grin.
everyone was rooting for your relationship, and what better way to show this than him enlisting the joint troops of your fandoms to surprise you whilst you were working in paris. he had gotten some time away from filming and decided to come and visit your atelier in paris. sprawled out on your desk, with needles and materials adorning the creative canvas of the room, he saw you hard at work. with the same vein poking through your forehead as the first time he laid eyes on your angelic physique, he could’ve fallen in love all over again.
‘hey babe’ he came up to you with flowers. ‘you look ravishing tonight’ rolling his r’s with a tenacity that made you smile. his tone always made you feel so safe.
‘i ain’t even dressed yet,’ you protest, dusting off the loose threads and sequins from your sweats. ‘you’re beautiful in whatever you wear,’ coming closer and gripping underneath your butt, ‘even prettier with less on.’ dacre quips as his lips tickle your ear.
‘dacre stop,’ you laugh out. ‘that giggle of yours is so infectious.’ he crashes his lips into you, the flowers dropping haphazardly onto the desk as he pushed his tongue deeper.
he was wearing the blazer you had designed for his birthday last year, paired with a pendant necklace with the first initial of your name on it. he looked so sexy. ‘can’t seem to keep my hands off off of you.’ he breathed, nudging his jacket off.
‘nuh uh, we have dinner reservations.’ nudging him away.
‘fuck. why’d you gotta be so damn sexy?’ he sounded aggravated but you pecked him again, ‘don’t worry, i am all yours tonight.’
taking you to the balcony of a quaint, parisian bistro, the chill of the capital’s air made the two of you even more enamoured, your hearts burning passionately. whilst eating, you got some sauce on the corner of your lips, as he pushes it back into your mouth. ‘gotta get you used to the feeling of a foreign object in your mouth before tonight, don’t i?’ dacre always loved being dirty in public and you made sure to satiate his exhibitionist kink.
after many glasses of wine, you made your way to the louvre. with your many contacts you managed to snag an after hours tour - solo. you were much more of a lightweight than your boyfriend (the man could drink like a pirate and be even more chipper than before) and you couldn’t walk in a straight line for more than a few metres. he let you go so he could see your figure and admire it from afar, but as soon as he saw you stumble, dacre’s hand on your waist guided you to safety and sobriety.
y’all ran throughout the museum, finally landing and kissing in front of the mona lisa. it was such a picturesque moment. the taxi ride back to the hotel was such a fever dream, y’all were all over each other, your chauffeur knew well to close the barrier and give you two some alone time.
‘have i ever told you how beautiful you are?’ he says slurring his speech.
‘tell me again…’ you implored.
‘the most beautiful boy in the world.’ he reassured, pulling you in as the city of paris lit up, illuminating your eyes.
you called him an ‘eager beaver’ as dacre stumbled the two of you into the hotel you were staying at. he grunts between kisses,‘you know you love me.’ serving you with another peck. he stripped your clothes as you followed suit with his own, leaving a chasm of fabric in the corner of the room.
only your shared jewellery was left to remove. you fell back seductively onto the mattress. as dacre crawled on top of you with a dark lust growing in his eyes, you pulled him by the pendant around his neck.
the muscular man laid atop of you, placing each hand on the bed at dip of your waist, using his palms as a fulcrum to steady himself. you glanced down to see the light reflecting off his abs as they danced on the curves of your body.
‘you’re so beautiful.’ he whispered, kissing your cheek and cupping your face.
he lifted himself from your figure, grabbing your thighs and placing your feet at either side of his head.
kissing your legs softly ‘so fucking soft.’ he moaned into your skin. his dick was throbbingly red, precum glazing his cock as he slowly thigh fucked you. he folded his arms around your plush knees, and kept that pace, your fingers grazing his cock head each time it escaped the warm walls of your inner thighs. to your annoyance, he kept this up for what felt like forever. halting, you felt his rock length graze your hole.
‘dacre, put it in already!’ you said with overstimulated passion, earning a snicker from your boyfriend.
knowing that you were beginning to grow impatient, he caresses the flesh of your abdomen. ‘look who’s eager now?’ he smirked.
shut up,’ stroking his happy trail with an endearment. you looked up at him and bit your lip. ‘I need you, please.’ his mouth agape at you ‘of course baby.’
he laced his fingers into yours. rocking slowly into you. his huge dick stretching you out slowly as the the dimly lit room made his ash blue eyes appear dark with lust.
‘fuck, have i missed this pussy’ rhetorically muttering. dacre began whispering sweet nothings into your ear:
‘you’re doing so well.’
‘taking it like my good little boy aren’t you?’
he made you so hot. lifting himself onto his toes, he angled himself directly into you, placing his entire weight on you. fucking down into your hole, your boyfriend was hitting nerves that had been neglected in his absence.
your sphincter began tightening around him, dacre knew what this meant - your release would soon follow. he started kissing your neck, and circled your left nipple with his thumb, goading your orgasm out of you as he started drilling a bit faster. dacre chased his own high begging you to finish with him whilst slurring his words.
‘take it, baby it’s all yours. UGHHHHH’ he busted strongly inside you. his big balls slapped at your butt one last time, reassuring both of you that he had seeded you deeply. you came all over his chest, as he chuckled.
‘love it when you paint me, that’s that sexy shit i like.’ he praised giving you an eskimo kiss to calm you from my high.
‘y/n,’ he whispered, big spooning you.
‘what’s wrong baby?’ you sounded concerned, cradling his hand.
‘nothing love, i just,’ he paused hesitantly.
you turned back to face him. ‘what is it? you know you can tell me anything.’
‘I just need you to know how much i missed you,’
‘oh dacre, you already did an amazing job showing me.’ You joke ‘I feel so…enlightened right now.’
he lets out a sad deep chuckle, turning to him and stroking his cheek ‘I missed you too.’
he gripped your waist, taking your words as a source of comfort. pushing his tongue down your throat.
‘ready for round two,’ you say, massaging his dick with your palm, getting him ready.
‘always.’ he affirms, spanking your ass and turning you over. the first round was very much for your pleasure and to let you know that he had truly craved your body.
but seeing your coke bottle body all splayed out for him? it was here that dacre’s beast was awoken.
‘ass up for me baby.’ he said guiding you to a more comfortable position. he massaged your thick cheeks and started eating you out. his large hands looked abysmally small in comparison to how juicy your ass was.
‘I ain’t gonna show you any mercy this time, you know the safe word, but i don’t think we’ll be needing it.’ he muttered, kissing down your spine before impaling you.
‘shitttt dacre, slow down.’
‘shut the fuck up and take that shit like the pretty, little cockwhore you are.’ dacre degraded, knowing how much you loved his dom/aggressive nature almost as much as his softer side.
dacre began going ham on your poor hole. he stood up as he began pulling you into him from the edge of the bed. with one hand crossed against your cheek and the other in his hair, he had to compose himself - else he come to quickly.
he fucked into you at a painfully quick pace, but it felt so good having him take control. dacre slutted you out almost unconscious for a bit and you were brought back to earth as he hit your second hole.
‘fuck baby,’ ‘I will never get tired of that ass.’ he said watching your thickness bounce against his abs. you started becoming more active, pushing back onto him for a heightened pleasure.
‘shake it for daddy, theeeere ya go, that’s MY shit baby. FUUUUUUUCK.’
‘oh god, your dick is so good, dacre.’ you moan out , which is enough to send him over the edge.
he came as your ass halted at his base. tightenibg around him he started breathing falteringly. ‘baby d-don’t do that, shiiiiit.’ he started leaking like a faucet. trying to thrust inside with some rhythm (to no avail), he collapsed on top of you.
‘I love you so much.’ you say breathlessly.
‘the feeling is so mutual babe.’ he kissed into your skin.
‘y/n, you’re so fucking wet,’ he spoke under his breath. still inside that filled pussy of yours, his cum and your slick provided a juicy lubricant. as he pulled out, the cum oozing out of your wrecked hole pooled into his pubes and on the duvet cover. the two of you were completely oblivious to the mess, and cuddled in the filth you’d created - a filth you were looking forward to adding to in the morning.
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dacre montgomery as david for a lost boys reboot
So I did an edit to see what Billy would look like if he had natural long hair instead of a mullet and I ended up with a combination between 2014 Harry Styles and Jesus Christ:
canonical billy scars for my fellow artist babies
RIP georgie the pomeranian i will think of you always<3
I decided to make an Edit of Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson, both characters deserved a lot better. I love them both <3
Stranger Things
The Party....
Jane "El" Hopper
Dustin Henderson
Lucas Sinclair
Will Byers
Mike Wheeler
Max Mayfield
Allies/Friends....
Joyce Byers, Murray Bauman, Jim Hopper
Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington
Nancy Wheeler, Johnathan Byers
Bob Newby
+ Alexei & Erica Sinclair
Basically how our phone call went
Could we work?
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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader
Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?
Warning: Cussing, Sexual innuendo, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.
A/n: I will be posting a part two to this, I really like this fic and please let me know if you guys like it. Please like, share, reblog, and/or comment. Also I want to try taking request so please feel free to message me a request idea, I will let you know about the stuff I don’t write. But please enjoy. ALSO THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES
Pt.2
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All the boys in this town were shit excluding a few, and that was me being nice. They all got on my nerves repeatedly coming to try and get with me, I really should just start telling them off. But I find the severe silent treatment more amusing, though sometimes I want to just yell at them. Walking the Hawkins High Halls was something every student has done but I was always getting the stairs. My sister was the one always speaking up for me, she was very popular and bright. I was always letting her handle these boys, maybe the ceaseless comments on how fat my ass is would stop. But they always kept coming with new ones, sure I had these powers but I was never and never will be a killer. These boys were always pushing me to new limits, just because I wouldn’t let them climb on top of me. I took a deep breath before I stepped out of my care. My sister Amara followed me, she went almost everywhere with me. As we walked into the school building I wasn’t stopped like I usually was, I made it to my locker with no one person bothering me. But my happiness was short-lived, once I got to my locker I was met with a new face. He was significantly better looking than any of the boys I met in this town, he had this sort of smug look on his face. I was absent for two days and there was already a new person along with a new drama, I opened my locker and took out my book for the first period. I completely ignored his presence, the attitude radiating off him was very cocky and I didn’t like it.
“Y/N you’re looking very nice in that dress, but I think it would look better on my bedroom floor.” Tommy H. Said, I didn’t even bat an eye in his direction, simply closing my locker and walking away with Amara. I heard footsteps walking behind us but this was the school hallway, it was free to use, who was I to stop people from walking? I entered my class and took my seat, I was never one to be late for class or cause a fuss, but I couldn’t control the commotion that followed me to my seat. I turned my head to see the new face, he sat in the seat next to me, which wasn’t weird because it was empty it made sense for a new student to take that seat.
“Hello pretty lady, the name is billy. “ The boy said, I nodded and then started preparing for class. I didn’t respond to him and that seemed to kind of bother him.
“It seems like you didn’t hear me but the names billy what’s your name?” He asked this time, I looked at him for a second before writing something down and passed him the note.
‘I heard you the first time, I just ignored you. Please leave me alone, I don’t talk to arrogant, cocky, and self-destructive boys. So just stay out of my way and keep everything at face value. You may have a pretty face but it doesn’t mean anything if your personality is shit.’ His emotions were displayed on his face and anger seemed to shine through the most, he crumpled the note and shoved it in his pocket. The whole class period went by without his talking to me again, as I walked out of the class I was met with Harrington. He was a good friend of mine, but he seemed to act like an overprotective boyfriend at times.
“Hello milady, shall I walk you to your next class.” he said, I smiled and walked with him to our next class.
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Lunch had rolled around and I sat at my usual table with my sister by ourselves, she insisted that she sit with me today so I didn’t feel alone but I didn’t mind her sitting with her friends. Lunch was going smoothly until billy sat down across from me, he didn’t say anything just took a piece of my celery and looked at me, my sister was going to say something but I just shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.
“I’m not arrogant” he said, I didn’t say anything just set aside some celery on a napkin and passed it to him along with some chips.
“She said because you seemed so hungry that you can't ask.” Amara said, billy looked at her a shot her a sarcastic smile.
“Thanks” he said.
Pt 2 coming tomorrow, let me know if you want to be tagged
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Could we work?
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Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader
Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?
Warning: Cussing, Sexual innuendo, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.
A/n: I will be posting a part two to this, I really like this fic and please let me know if you guys like it. Please like, share, reblog, and/or comment. Also I want to try taking request so please feel free to message me a request idea, I will let you know about the stuff I don’t write. But please enjoy.
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All the boys in this town were shit excluding a few, and that was me being nice. They all got on my nerves repeatedly coming to try and get with me, I really should just start telling them off. But I find the severe silent treatment more amusing, though sometimes I want to just yell at them. Walking the Hawkins High Halls was something every student has done but I was always getting the stairs. My sister was the one always speaking up for me, she was very popular and bright. I was always letting her handle these boys, maybe the ceaseless comments on how fat my ass is would stop. But they always kept coming with new ones, sure I had these powers but I was never and never will be a killer. These boys were always pushing me to new limits, just because I wouldn’t let them climb on top of me. I took a deep breath before I stepped out of my care. My sister Amara followed me, she went almost everywhere with me. As we walked into the school building I wasn’t stopped like I usually was, I made it to my locker with no one person bothering me. But my happiness was short-lived, once I got to my locker I was met with a new face. He was significantly better looking than any of the boys I met in this town, he had this sort of smug look on his face. I was absent for two days and there was already a new person along with a new drama, I opened my locker and took out my book for the first period. I completely ignored his presence, the attitude radiating off him was very cocky and I didn’t like it.
“Y/N you’re looking very nice in that dress, but I think it would look better on my bedroom floor.” Tommy H. Said, I didn’t even bat an eye in his direction, simply closing my locker and walking away with Amara. I heard footsteps walking behind us but this was the school hallway, it was free to use, who was I to stop people from walking? I entered my class and took my seat, I was never one to be late for class or cause a fuss, but I couldn’t control the commotion that followed me to my seat. I turned my head to see the new face, he sat in the seat next to me, which wasn’t weird because it was empty it made sense for a new student to take that seat.
“Hello pretty lady, the name is billy. “ The boy said, I nodded and then started preparing for class. I didn’t respond to him and that seemed to kind of bother him.
“It seems like you didn’t hear me but the names billy what’s your name?” He asked this time, I looked at him for a second before writing something down and passed him the note.
‘I heard you the first time, I just ignored you. Please leave me alone, I don’t talk to arrogant, cocky, and self-destructive boys. So just stay out of my way and keep everything at face value. You may have a pretty face but it doesn’t mean anything if your personality is shit.’ His emotions were displayed on his face and anger seemed to shine through the most, he crumpled the note and shoved it in his pocket. The whole class period went by without his talking to me again, as I walked out of the class I was met with Harrington. He was a good friend of mine, but he seemed to act like an overprotective boyfriend at times.
“Hello milady, shall I walk you to your next class.” he said, I smiled and walked with him to our next class.
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Lunch had rolled around and I sat at my usual table with my sister by ourselves, she insisted that she sit with me today so I didn’t feel alone but I didn’t mind her sitting with her friends. Lunch was going smoothly until billy sat down across from me, he didn’t say anything just took a piece of my celery and looked at me, my sister was going to say something but I just shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.
“I’m not arrogant” he said, I didn’t say anything just set aside some celery on a napkin and passed it to him along with some chips.
“She said because you seemed so hungry that you can’t ask.” Amara said, billy looked at her a shot her a sarcastic smile.
“Thanks” he said.
Could we work? Pt.2
»»————- 🪢 ————-««
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x F!reader
Summary: When billy rolls into town and all the girls are falling at his feet…… why won’t she?
Warning: Cussing, sexual comments, harassment, billy being well billy.
A/n: I will be posting a part three to this, Please be sure to leave me some feedback, a follow and a reblog. But please enjoy. Please be sure to let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part! ALSO THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES
Pt. 1 | Pt.3
Word count: 657
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School had finally let out but, that only meant that I would have to go home to help my sister prepare for the party that she had been wanting to throw. Though I didn’t want her to throw this party I couldn’t deny her the party life she wanted to live. We have had the same compromise since she started high school, she could throw a party for every major holiday along as she kept her grades up, she didn’t cause trouble, and she threw the party at the lake house. She always kept up her end of the bargain and never faltered, these parties were usually just people sucking face and getting wasted. I usually came down got a couple drinks from time to time, maybe some snacks then headed right back up to my room. Our parents didn’t have too much of a problem with it as long as we were never the drunk kids and we kept it all in good taste, other kids could make a fool out of themselves but we barely ever got truly tipsy in front of others. As I walked out to my car with Amara telling me all her theme plans, we were met with a pissed-off-looking Billy leaning against his car with Vicki, parked right next to me. He watched as I walked over to the driver's side door, he looked impressed, my car wasn’t some family car like everyone else’s. I drove the nicest red Audi, I kept it nice and shiny not a speck of dirt could be found on my car. I didn’t stay long enough for Billy to say anything I quickly pulled out of that school parking lot and peeled off.
“That guy is so weird, who comes and disturbs someone's lunch by stealing their food. He didn’t even ask and all he says is I’m not arrogant. Like that is such an arrogant asshole move.” Amara complained, I laughed as I drove with all the windows down relaxing in the wind.
“He seems interesting, he tried talking to me in science class. But I told him off in a note, seemed to rattle his nerve.” I confessed, she looked as if asking for more details.
“Calm down, he didn’t say anything rude but his type and his crowd aren’t anything new. I’d rather deal with him early on than have him constantly trying to get in my pants, so I told him that I don’t want anything to do with arrogant and cocky guys. “ I explained
“But he still came to bother you at lunch, so I don’t think your tactics are working” she remarked
“Well he didn’t bother me exactly however, he did seem quite rattled at how I handled our introduction. It seems he’s taken it to heart, if he hadn’t he wouldn’t have said anything about him being arrogant.” I concluded, I pulled into our driveway and turned off the car. Amara however didn’t want me to get out, she held onto my arm and whined.
“Let's go to the store, I want a slushy” she practically begged, I looked at her as she gave me her best puppy dog eyes and I sighed.
“Fine but just because I love you turd.” I said, I started up my car again and pulled back out of the driveway. Our neighbors didn’t really care for the amount of noise my car made but they weren’t the ones who paid for it. If I wanted to take a nice late-night ride, they sure as hell couldn’t tell me not to.
“I think he’s into you but he seems like a gigolo so he could just want to get in your pants. But I’ve seen him with Tommy and that can’t mean anything good.” She critiqued, I let her make her assumptions because I can’t tell what he wants, but he definitely seemed like a player.
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