#Dacre Montgomery x male reader

[supercap2319]

"Fuck you look so sexy right now." Billy whispered. His hot breath on his boyfriend's neck as he covered his neck in bites and suck marks. They were in the lifeguard changing area where Billy told Y/N to meet him.

As soon as Y/N walked in; he was Billy's. He let him push him against the wall and ravish his mouth as he got a boner in his tight pink swim trunks. He let Billy tease his erection as he desperate want him. He wanted right here and now in a semi public setting.

"God, I wish I could bring you up to my lifeguard chair. Let you wrap your pretty boy lips around my cock and let everyone at the pool watch you whore yourself out for me." Billy's deep and husky voice said.

"Ah, fuck, Billy. Let's do it. Who gives a shit if you get fired?" Y/N's voice was dark with lust.

"Good boy." Billy smiled.

[michaelphi11ips]

Bro I have read every single Billy Hargrove x male reader and Steve Harrington x male reader fic there is on this silly little app I NEED MORE GAY FICS DAMN IT‼️‼️

[dorkszn]

𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚𝓨 𝓞𝓝 𝓒𝓐𝓜𝓔𝓡𝓐

𝓋ℴ𝓁. six / 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ. steve harrington, billy hargrove, jonathan byers

twitter p links ! / male & female reader ! / vol. seven !

STEVE HARRINGTON

01. in the break room of family video ( male reader )

02. fucking one of the “freaks” in an empty classroom ( fem reader )

03. taking you in his car during lunch ( fem reader )

04. he wants to get as deep as possible ( male reader )

BILLY HARGROVE

01. he thinks you moaning and crying his name while your knees are pressed to your chest is the best thing ever ( male reader )

02. passenger princess ( fem reader )

03. him fucking you soft for a change ( male reader )

04. he wonders how many orgasm he can pull from you in one night ( fem reader )

bonus. this video is just billy vibes

JONATHAN BYERS

01. everybody assumes you’re the top and jonathan bottoms. but both of you know that isn’t right. ( male reader )

02. riding him right after you wake up ( male reader )

03. letting you use him ( fem reader )

04. he’s been thinking about you nonstop ( fem reader )

my first multi-character vers!! 😛 jason, eddie, and hopper next? do we want a girls vers? also i did this in like under an hour, motivation and energy were present 🙏🏽 can y’all tell im in my stranger things era again?

[b00tyliciousbabe]

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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@gayaristocrat

@ghostking4m

@lysanderplume

[steveisagay]

Omfg I forgot how many notes this got, one of my tumblr idols even saw it

All I want is Billy Hargrove to cuddle me and call me a good boy while I play with his hair, is that too much to ask for?

But God said: "Yes, that is...

...Now take these sexy scenes of him"

Dacre Montgomery: *Is a lot of the time shirtless and is extremely hot* "There, happy?"

[universallyneckhoagieshark]

Part 2 of the characters x reader ( just note I would like to do more than one thank you )

[6rookie-writer0110]

Can I request a top dacre Montgomery x bttm male reader smut with dacre being a doctor with reader coming into his clinic so reader is a new patient of his and is the last one for the day and idk how exactly haven’t though of it perfectly but one thing goes to another they start flirting and soon later dacre has his dick up readers ass. So could it include reader calling dacre doc and sir and with dacre having his huge cock and saying things like well gotta inspect your prostate and him just ramming into reader and dacre is a doctor so he also opens reader up by fingering him and eating him out first

Damn 😳👍😳😳

[shanakin-skywalker]

Bruh Billy fucking you doggy style on the floor of your bedroom with one had clamped over your mouth because you snuck him into your room through your window in the middle of the night and your parents are in the next room 😩🥵

[denim-devil]

Ok so, Billy and mating press with smoking and a touch of softness pleaseeeee ily

Appetite | B.H

A/N - I- billy loves how tight it is- honestly this request is short but I love it so here it is, something short but something spicy, we all need some spice!

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You were easy to manipulate. His hands pushed your legs, knees buried in your chest watching the dirty blonde male above roll his hips into you, slowly, making sure he doesn’t hurt you.

You mewled at his back, nails trailing in uneven patterns, digging hard enough to leave red lines which now began littering the olive skin. Today was different, due to the storm that hit Hawkins unexpectedly, school was closed leaving the two of you home, Billy couldn’t pass up this opportunity

It had been a while, judging how Billy slowly sank into you, allowing one inch at a time to surpass your pucker, you faltered, forgetting just how big he really was and it showed.

“Hey, look at me…” he mumbles softly, breathy almost, stilling his advances, he was half way, half way into you, he was so damn close, close enough to feel the heat practically leaking from his body.

The couch was comfortable, wore and torn by the years it had stilled in Billy’s living room, the rickety structure groaned with each of your movements although, it helped Billy reach depths he couldn’t before.

You catch his stare, his curls falling over his face, necklace following suit. His smile was warm, big, almost angelic, he was never one to be soft but it was given with you, you brought out the best in him it was clear.

“That’s it honey…let, me, in.”

His words encouraged you to relax into his touch, his cock no easily gliding in gently until you swallowed every inch given. Billy couldn’t be more pleased, fuck he was so proud of you.

You clutched onto his tensed biceps, squeezing the muscle, clinging on for leverage, something that kept the burn at bay as-well as the soft, chaste kisses he littered across the crook of your neck.

“Yeah? There you go, doing god’s work doll”

He chuckled at his own words, he wasn’t ever usually cocky but fuck you looked so tiny underneath his looming figure, as if he could squash you with the muddy soles of his aged boots.

Now balls deep, he rested against your body, allowing you to feel him and register the intrusion, the anomaly that your body now had to accommodate.

You released your harsh grip, moving up to his shoulders, placing your hands softly atop of them, preparing yourself for his ensemble.

“Please move- plea- fuck”

Your words ushered themselves out quickly like you had no control over your tongue, as if it had a course it had set eyes on, relishing in your whimper-ish tone, Billy angled his hips before pulling himself backwards, dwelling on the audible squelch that followed with his retreat.

A whispered “fuck” escapes Billy, his baby blues shut completely, squinting almost in pleasure once slowly sinking back into you, every ridge, every vein felt underneath the slow thrust he tortured you with.

You could feel how close he was, how his hands kept your legs drawn up into your chest which not only allowed him to drive impossibly deeper but this way he could be closer to you, his hips now resting against your ass, his balls pressed snug against parted cheeks.

The smirk returns, this time his tongue rolls over those pearly whites before he clicks it, already relieving himself of another thrust, drawing out quicker, sinking in slower…he was punishing you, but for what, you couldn’t tell.

“Big…fuck you’re so big Bill-“

The nickname encourages Billy to begin a undulating pace, one that left you breathless, vision blurred with tears from the harsh burn that slowly began to disperse into waves of pleasure.

The position had Billy practically hungry for your mouth, his lips crashing against your own reflecting his hunger, god fuck was he hungry for you. Smack after smack of your lips matched the heavy thrusts he now participated in, edging his way deeper every-time your tongue rolled against his own.

Billy eventually stalled, still fully sheathed within you before letting go, the coil breaking once he falls into you, his mouth detaching from your own. You both gasp for air, Billy’s growls filling the room along side your incoherent mumbles.

His eyes shut completely, mouth hanging agape once his thighs stop twitching, his cum quickly spilling out once he pulls away, his now limp cock falling softly out with a squelch.

Billy sighed, his eyes lingering on his finished work, focusing on the clear liquid leaking down between your cheeks.

“Fuck…look at that-“ Billy’s finger prod around your hole before pushing his cum back in, slightly thrusting in further before pulling out completely and slopping back into the couch.

You lay dazed before being startled by a click and puff. You watch the smoke slip from his lips, the cigarette resting between his sizzling at the end.

“You okay?” Billy took another puff before resting it between his fingers, turning to you with that cocky smirk.

“Yeah…after that I’m more then okay-“ you quickly remark before scrambling over to his naked body, resting into his side.

Billy allowed you to, his arm occupying the cigarette wrapped around you, pulling you in closer before pecking you on the forehead.

“Your not the only one sweetheart…”

[welcome-to-hawkins]

wright billy x male reader or when we meet up i will bite you

Fine 🙄 (warning: 18+, self hatred, angst, oral, blowjobs, facefucking, hate sex, Billy is closeted)

Okay first of all Billy is so closeted he might as live in Narnia.

That said, he flirts with guys shamelessly. I mean it’s not like anyone would suspect Billy Hargrove, milf hunter supreme, was actually gay, right?

That was until you started hanging around.

And he hates you. You don’t cower when he gets in your face, you don’t avoid him or duck your head as he passes.

That’s why he’s cornered you in the showers, he thinks. To teach you a lesson, yeah, that’s all. It’s nothing to do with the way your eyes tracked him during practice, not because he saw the way you blatantly checked him out while he was lifeguarding, and definitely not because you said his name in that teasing way that made it sound like a threat.

So when he shoves you backwards into a stall and gets in your face he thinks yeah, now he won’t be a problem anymore. Billy never was the smartest guy around.

“Needa learn your place” he spat, “speak when spoken to, loser” he was in your personal space now, dripping with sweat and looking like your wet dream come true.

“Or what, Bills? Ya gonna show me who’s boss? Give it to me real good?” You looked up at him through your lashes, one eyebrow raised.

He couldn’t quite believe that you just said that to him. He also couldn’t quite believe that he was allowing it.

“Stupid slut”

And then he was forcing you to your knees, cock straining against his shorts.

You fumbled with his waistband and pulled him out, red and leaking, and began to lick at his tip.

You made quick work of taking him into your mouth, sucking and dragging your teeth along the underside of his cock.

He groaned, bracing his hand against the shower wall behind you.

“Fucking take it, god” he grunts, other hand fisting into your hair.

You brace your hands on his thighs and then he’s fucking your face, hand in your hair acting as a handle pulling and pushing you as you splitter around him.

He finally reaches the barrier in the back of your throat and your eyes water when he pushes past it in a single stroke. Now buried in your throat he doesn’t retreat, thrusts now shallow as he fucks your throat.

Not allowing you chance to breath you gag around him and choke for air, heaving in a breath through your nose. Drool is hanging down your chin, mixing with your tears as they stain your face.

He stills, and then he’s pushing your head all the way down, nose hitting his pelvis as he cums. Hot sticky ropes cost your throat and when he’s finally done twitching he finally pulls out.

You cough and drag air back into your lungs as he tucks himself back into his pants. You look up at him once more, smirking.

“Told ya you’d come back for more”

You stand and he’s on you again, pressing you against the wall and kissing you like he didn’t just almost suffocate you.

Hand on your waist pulling you into him, hand on your face soothing away the ache in your jaw, Billy was everywhere.

“So good, so fucking good for me” he mutters against your lips, speaking more to himself than you.

When he eventually pulls away Billy straightens, eyes glazing back over.

“I shouldn’t have done that”.

He means it too, at least until the next time.

[supercap2319]

Y/N sighed in relief. The Ogre and its ghouls were gone. For how long? Y/N couldn't say, but for now, they were gone. He glanced to his right as Stella's brightly colored wings disappeared. "He was getting on my bloody nervous." She said.

The Hunter Troll was taken care of, too. It was in a giant chasm in the ground thanks to four young men wearing armor and weapons at their backs. They appeared to be Y/N's and his sister Bloom's age, but probably a little bit older if he had to guess. He locked eyes with one of them with gorgeous blue eyes as Stella started to introduce said blue eyes and his friends.

"Bloom? Y/N? These are the specialists from Alfea I was talking about." Stella said.

"How's it going?"

"How are you doing?"

"Hi."

"Hey."

"Meet Riven." Stella indicated to a young man with light brown hair and blue-ish green eyes. He had a mischievous smile, and Y/N could tell right away that this guy was a troublemaker.

"Brandon." She indicated to the tallest male of the group. He flashed Stella a smile. "How's it going, Princess?" From his tone and Stella's body language, it was obvious that that they had the hots for each other.

She moved on to the next guy. "Timmy." The young man with reddish brown hair and blue eyes smiled at Y/N and Bloom, giving the twins a friendly wave and shy smile in the process.

The final one was the one who Y/N locked eyes with. The one whose hair was a golden coiffed peak of a helmet. He was cute and definitely had that heroic vibe you see in movies and TV shows. The summer tan and muscular muscles underneath his shirt were a good indication that this cute guy definitely didn't miss a workout in his life.

"The blonde one is Prince Sky of Eraklyon."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Wait, he's a prince? Where's his crown?" Y/N blurted out.

Bloom blushed with embarrassment in front of the cute guys, who smirked and laughed at Y/N's question. Sky turned to him with a smirk, showing a row of perfect teeth. God, Y/N hated him already. "I left it at home in my giant castle."

"You have a castle, too?"

"Nah, I'm just fucking with ya, mate." Sky smirked.

"Ass." Y/N smiled. "Who knew you had jokes, Blue eyes."

Sky chuckled. "I have a name, you know."

"Don't care. Blue eyes suits you." Y/N smiled.

Brandon cleared his throat. "I hate to break up the flirting, but we gotta get this guy back to Silva." He pointed towards the Hunter Troll.

"Right. Specialists? Let's move." Sky said in his most commander voice he could.

They cuffed the troll and opened a portal and sent the creature through, as they all said their goodbyes one by one. Sky turns to Y/N and smirks. "I sure hope I'll see you at Alfea."

"You can count on it, Prince Sky." Y/N smiled.

[l0vebunnycry1ng]

this is a prime example of "im gonna make fun of people for liking what they like bc i disagree with them" and tbh, i dont give two bitches and a flying fuck about what the duffers said, dacre montgomery(billys actor) said himself he didnt play billy like that and never wanted the racist billy thing to happen in the first fucking place.

"WeLl WhAt AbOuT hIs AbUsIvE bEhAvIoR" thats called learned behavior, dear anti. He was always in the wrong kind of place, an abusive dad, a mom that left him, he had NO ONE.

And youre gonna ignore that? Okay then the least you can fucking do is hate his dad as well because he is why Billy turned out the way he did.

Do fucking better, and get better arguments than "HeS rAcIsT" bc even if, it was only implied(like everything else in this shitshow)

Or you can just, yknow, not be a total asshole to people who disagree with you? But of course thats too hard. Explaining this stuff is like explaining to a 5 year old that its not okay to hit someone because they wanted the toy they had.

[strangerthingfanfic]

The Blue-Eyed Devil: Chapter 2

Male side

Halloween Party

It took some pleading and promising but your parents allow you to go to the Halloween party with Billy even though it's a Sunday.

As the clock ticks closer to 7 pm you put on your costume, Indiana Jones complete with whip. Your parents don't care for it but let you wear it for the party.

Just as you put the finishing touches on the costume you hear a familiar engine approaching.

Not wanting to have the night blown by your parents scrutinizing your date, you say goodbye and head outside.

You watch as Billy's Blue Camaro comes to a stop in your driveway.

The driver's side door opens and out steps Billy and you forget how to breathe. He is shirtless with leather pants and an earring in one ear.

The only thing that shouts this is a costume, not my normal wear is the bandana with the symbol for Cobra Kai on it.

“Hey y/n you look good and that whip could come into play for you tonight`` Bille says as he slides back into the Camaro.

With your brain finally sending signals to your feet and body to move you get into the passenger side.

Once buckled up you try your best not to keep glancing down at the bulge in his leather pants.

With a sly smile, Billy starts his car, cranks up the music and the two of you head to Tina’s for the party.

Party time

As you approach the house you start getting nervous. Parties weren't really your thing and you still didn't know a lot of people but you kept your cool.

You suddenly feel Billy's hand on yours and he says softly “don’t worry I will be right by your side the entire time”.

Your heart skips a couple of beats at Billy's intuition and ability to read you.

When the car finally stops Billy jumps out and waits for you to follow suit.

You slowly get out of the car realizing more and more this wasn't going to be the night you had in mind.

With a heavy sigh you put on a fake smile and the two of you head around the back where the noise was.

The smell of alcohol hit you like a right hook. You look at Billy who is already watching Steve with blue fire dancing in his eyes doing a stupid keg stand contest.

You were about to mention you don't drink when someone shouts “the King of Hawkins High has beaten his old record of 1min and now stands at 1min10sec. Can anyone defeat him”?

A low guttural growl came from Billy's chest and you could feel the wetness build-up.

Before you could get your bearings back, Billy was already grabbing your arm and pulling you over to where the kegs were.

You normally wouldn't appreciate being manhandled but Billy's touch just turns you to pudding and you just allow it.

“I will beat the king,” Billy growled, the blue flame burning hotter in his eyes.

Steve laughs and moves out of Billy's way. Billy stood in front of the keg, flashed a demonic smile at you, and went into a handstand with the tap in his mouth and a guy holding each leg.

You watch holding your breath as the seconds tick by and then it's a minute and you gasp. “He might just do this,” someone whispered next to you.

Billy taps the side of the keg indicating to the holders to let go and when they do he kicks his legs back and releases the tap from his mouth, spitting a wave of beer into the air as the timekeeper calls “1min20sec, Billy is our new keg master”.

Steve glared at Billy and taking Nancy by the hand headed into the house to dance but mostly to calm down. “Next time Hargrove” Steve growled as he walked past Billy who just smirked and made his way back over to you.

When Billy gets to you he wraps his arms around you and laughs. “Knew you would be my lucky charm y/n” Billy says, still reeking of beer. You just smile and nod.

Suddenly without warning he's right in front of you, looking you straight in the eyes.

Moaning softly you hear that low growl again from Billy's chest which makes your body react and in turn makes Billy react and he pushes his hard cock against you.

Closing your eyes you whisper to yourself “This is it” but suddenly his hard cock wasn't where it was and you hear him whooping with the others about his win.

Sitting up you are ready to go off on him when you see him locking lips with Carol.

Standing up, tears fill your eyes and you silently maneuver your way in the busy house and seek out the bathroom.

Once you finally find it you go in, lock the door, and realize you weren't special, just an easy invite.

The knocking on the door jolts you back to reality. “Hey, y/n are you alright?” Barb asked through the closed door.

You slowly open the door not caring how weak you look because Barb is one of the few people who knew the truth about you and say with a shaky voice “he never wanted me, can you take me home Barb”.

Giving you a big hug Barb tells the others what happened. Steve replies mockingly, “that's just like guys like him, all brawn no heart”. Barb glares at him and takes you gently by your hand, you and her head to her car.

The drive home was quiet and solemn. When Barb pulls into your driveway you thank her for the ride and run inside.

You know that Billy winning the contest will be the talk of the school tomorrow, meaning you would have to hear about it over and over but at that moment all you wanted was not to feel the pain that existed in your chest.

[crazyfreckledginger]

Billy Hargrove x Reader - “What We Have”

After the casul drinking party on the empty parking lot beside school ended, Billy insisted he take you home, although, not yet, he wants to spend a little more alone time with you. 

Requested by @softboi-vibes Omg I wanna request that u carry on with the billy imagine and billy comes up to (Male readers or gender neutral readers bedroom and it leads to billy doing what he has been wanting to do for ages, maybe a rough blowjob or just rough sex idk JUST MAKE IT NSFW PLZ ❤️❤️❤️❤️) 

A/N: I hope you still want this after the ridiculously long wait, I’m so sorry about that! T-T I hope you like it and that I did a good job!! [Genderneutral, it’s in second person]

Warning: smut, oral, blowjob, swearing (?) 

After school closed, there was a pretty lively party in the empty parking lot. Having been friends since you arrived halfway through the second semester, and being this close to Billy could only be described as eventful. Something was always happening: either exciting or tiring, with no in-between. 

What was always unexpected around Billy, however, was how he acted toward you. The hazelnut-haired man was strangely nice and less of an ass? 

But you both felt comfortable together so it eased these thoughts a bit. 

"I should go, my battery is running out." it was only Billy, you and someone else you didn't remember this late in the night. 

"Okay." you nodded. 

Billy took a drag from his cigarette, nodding at his friend and gesturing to him as a goodbye. 

Awkwardly, you scratched your forearm, watching as the man you barely interacted with walked out of the parking lot and disappeared into the darkness. 

"I'll take you home." Billy flicked his cigarette butt to the ground and stuffed it into the ground with his boot. 

"Are you sure?" you inquired.

 "Mmh," he nodded to the car door as he opened his and slipped inside. 

Without another word, you sat in the passenger seat. 

Both of you were comfortable in the vehicle but Billy didn't start the engine. Watching in your peripheral vision, you distinguished his figure. His hands were gripping the steering wheel, like he was frozen. 

"Are you okay?" your eyes finally locked with his. 

Billy wore an unreadable expression, which was very unnerving.

"W-What?" your nervous tone of voice did not go unnoticed by the most popular guy in school. 

"You always seem on edge with me." his beautiful eyes narrowed suspiciously, but it only seemed like he was shooting daggers at you.

"I-I don't-" 

"We're friends aren't we? So why are you scared of me?" 

"Y-yeah, I guess." you cleared your throat with a low tone, your eyes diverting to your window. He remained silent for a moment. 

Then why are you so confusing ? 

He did intimidate you a little bit, but it was how strange and different he could act depending on the person. 

"Why are you so nice to me?" it was not the perfect time to ask, but when would it ever be? 

"Hmm?" he raised an eyebrow at you, sitting back down into his seat. 

"You're… not the nicest person to other people, but you're really sweet to me, why?" you didn't miss his gulping as you uttered the word 'sweet'. 

"It's just how I am." he responded. 

"Why with me?" you ignored his excuse. 

"Because…" he trailed off, suddenly feeling a little shy, he laid back further into his seat, biting his lip as his eyes trailed up and down your figure. 

Wanting to know his answer, you acted like you didn't see what he just did. 

"You're… different." 

He didn't miss the eyebrow raise you sent his way. 

"Let me show you." he placed his hand on your thigh, a smirk on his lips as he leaned in close. Swiftly, he captured your lips into his before you could process what was happening. His free hand went to cup your jaw, guiding you and giving himself full control over the kiss. 

The small moan you released into his mouth made him more bold, and soon enough, he was practically hovering over you. 

Pushing the seat back, he unbuckled your seat belt after his. You grew more confident as well as the makeout session progressed. Leaning his seat back, you straddled his lap, cupping his cheeks as his calloused hands wandered up and down your sides before they grasped your sides. 

His cheeks were very flushed when you pulled away from his lips to latch your own to his neck. 

He grunted under his breath. Your hands moved to his jeans, locking your gaze with his as you undid his belt, button and pulled his zipper. 

Kitten licking down his Adam's apple and to his collarbone, your ass accidentally pressed against the horn, making a loud noise. 

It made both of you jump out of your skin and your head hit the roof gently but still a little bit painfully. 

"Are you okay?" he blurted out without thinking. 

His hand reached out to pat your head but he quickly retracted it because of how vulnerable he felt. 

For his sake, you ignored it but you would be lying if you thought it didn't make your heart flutter. 

You grinded against his crotch as you kissed him again. Immediately, he moaned in surprised, his lust-filled look returning. 

"Fuck there isn't enough space." he opened the door wide and pulled you outside with him. 

Your (E/C) eyes scanned the empty parking lot. Not one person in sight. Your hand cupped his trousers and he gave you a sensual look as he chewed on his lower lip. 

Quickly getting on your knees, your fingers pulled his jeans to his ankles, before lowering his black underwear down just enough to release his length. It was extremely hard and sensitive by the way he was subtly squirming.. You gave the tip a quick peck. 

Billy grunted in need. Agonisingly slowly, your lips enveloped his tip and sucked slowly. 

"Oooh, fuck." he groaned, leaning against his car, his head falling back. 

Progressively, you took more and more of him into your mouth until his tip teased the back of your throat. You appreciated the little time he left you to adjust to his size and no longer than that, you started bobbing your head. 

Your hands found their way against his thighs as he released a stream of curse words. 

He had been waiting for this for a long while and now he was going to savour it as much as possible. After maintaining a steady, decently fast pace, one of his hands slithered into your hair, half-dictating the pace you should take and how deep you take him. 

"Fuck you're so good at this." a strained moan escaped him. 

Your tongue rubbed on the bottom side of his dick, increasing pressure on it and only faltering on how fast you were sucking him off. 

You didn't hear the tiny whimper from him as his breath caught in his throat.

His thighs tensed more under your touch. 

Your eyes glanced at him momentarily, liking how his head was loosely hanging, mouth agape and eyes shut closed. He was breathing heavily. 

Billy was getting closer and closer to his release. 

One of your hands went to fondle his balls, which prompted the loudest moan yet out of him. 

He watched down on you as you thoroughly fucked your throat on his cock, it was quite an attractive sight to watch, and even better one to feel. 

His hand gripped the top of the car door that was connected to the roof so tightly he was certain his knuckles were white. 

His cheeks burned intensely as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Billy couldn’t take it anymore and, as his hand slid along the open door, his knees buckled under him and he sat down on the seat; Unable to handle the pleasure you were giving him as your tongue circled around his base and his tip teased the back of your throat.

A strained grunt barely escaped him as he twitched inside of your mouth. 

Your (E/C) eyes met his, and he was extremely close. The look you gave him could have single handedly brought him over the edge if your gag reflex didn’t make you clench around him, tearing his attention away from your intense gaze. 

He felt incredibly exposed, but as you fondled his balls one last time, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he cursed loudly, cumming deep down your throat. 

His muscles spasmed and you decided to pull out as soon as he melted in the seat. You wiped your now clean lips and stood up planning to head back to your seat but Billy had other plans, grasping your wrist and pulling you back to him. 

Understanding his gesture, you straddled his lap, after he tucked himself back in. 

His hand slowly caressed your cheek, gazing into your eyes. You could tell by the look on his face that he’d never felt this way after sex before -- or it was extremely rare. 

“D-do you want to stay out for a bit?” he murmured, caressing your hips as he inched closer to your lips. 

“Sure,” you murmured with a shy smile.

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[americankhaos]

Being Billy’s boyfriend but being bestfriends with Steve

this isn’t a request, it is just from my heart

warnings:: cussing, homophobic timeperiod , angst is somewhere in there if you squint, uhm shitty writing, little bit of nsfw , out of character i think idk first time writing for them

extra :: ambiguous about billy’s sexuality

you’ve known steve since 6th grade and came out to him in 9th grade

he was actually your gay awakening but you didn’t told him that, yet

you told him a year later

but steve accepted you and was actually flattered when you told him about your crush on him

steve even tries to help you hook up... he’s terrible at it tho

steve acts like your older brother and will fight any homophobe for you

hell, steve even helped you find an apartment when your parents kicked you out when they found out

you and steve are pretty close

so when billy came the school... steve already knew you were going to like him

in first period, steve was telling you about the new kid

“he’s eye candy- like he can so top you—? is that how you say that?”

“shut up, you dork”

at first, steve was kind of pushing you to talk to billy despite billy being sort of a dick

you did talk to him at the halloween party

granted...you two were drunk and there was a bit flirting between you two

but that stopped once you saw steve rush out of the house and you instantly followed

after the fight with billy- steve did not want you hanging out with him

there was an argument between y’all because you didn’t understand why but you ‘promised’ not to

so that was a big fucking lie

a month later, steve caught you and billy sucking each other’s faces off while rutting against each when steve went to your house

steve was p i s s e d 😤 that you broke a promise

but after lots of apologizing and convincing, steve is okay with it

“fine but i don’t won’t to see you getting it when i come over”

“no promises, stevie boy”

they get jealous over each other, mostly billy is the one who gets jealous

he likes your attention!!

yeah, they tend to fight over you

“this is why i like steve better, he’s sarcastic but he’s more appreciate and thoughtful”

“what the hell does that mean?!”

“road! road! watch the fucking road billy!”

“shut your fucking mouth harrington!”

yeah it doesn’t help that you work with steve at scoops ahoy

lots of jealous, angery sex

also hickeys, lots of ‘em

but at the end of the day, you love your dumbasses- even tho they try and kill each other... mostly billy with steve but still

[l0vebunnycry1ng]

I can imagine his s/o calling him pretty for the first time, he just starts crying bc hes a crybaby

but a very pretty crybaby

Billy was definitely that baby, the one that everyone would peek at in the stroller, with his blonde hair and big, blue eyes covered with thick lashes, and go “Oh my goodness! She’s so pretty!” And his mom would smile and say “Oh thank you! His name is Billy.” Neil would definitely throw a fit every time it happened, talking about how his son is not pretty. At some point, when Billy gets older, people will still come up and call him pretty, and he’ll just start crying and throwing a tantrum because “I’m not pretty!! You’re pretty!!!” Toddler Billy thinks pretty is a bad word, so he’ll walk around calling people pretty as an insult, and he doesn’t understand why everyone laughs at him because it’s very serious! People are not supposed to be pretty. Then one day, his mom sits him down and explains that pretty is not a bad word, and she’ll say that if Billy wants to be pretty, he can be pretty. Unfortunately, Billy makes the mistake of announcing, in front of Neil, “I’m pretty! Ain’t I pretty?” So Neil loses his shit and scares Billy, which sends his mom into a protective fit that only continues to escalate. Billy just sits in the corner, sobbing and saying he’s sorry, that he’s not pretty, he’ll never say it again so please leave mommy alone.

At night, when his mom tucks him in, he kisses her bruised cheek and whispers “I think you’re pretty.” as if it’s a very big secret that he isn’t supposed to know. His mom laughs and whispers back “I think you’re very pretty too, Billy. My pretty Billy.”