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i love you

happy belated to takkun<3

i wanted to give sth cutesy but idk;; have some playful derek u///u;

#stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #fanart #so cute

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harringrove 90s fashion look 🔪🔪🔪 в вк не репостить🔪🔪🔪

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #fanart #so good

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You know I can't resist a mermaid fic, right???? :)

I did not 🧜‍♂️😁 thank you for the ask 💜

This one wasn't part of the wip poll I did since there's no way it will be done in time. It's been on the back burner for ages because I wanted to get The Guppy and The Chef done first so it's mostly just bits of dialog and vibe right now.

Tommy is the sea witch who also happens to be in love with Steve. Which is why he lets Steve finagle a better deal than three measely days.

Barb, another mer and the one assigned to try and keep him out of trouble by Hopper, helps Steve with his new legs and inability to breath underwater up to the surface with the help of Dustin the fish that's always trailing after Steve.

Up on the surface he meets Princess Nancy And her guard Billy, the latter taking an immediate shine to Steve.

While Steve had no intention of finding true love's kiss, there are just too many fascinating things he wants to experience in his limited time, but that he's certainly not opposed to the pretty knight's attention.

When Benny sees him in the castle he panics and scoops Steve up and tosses him over a balcony back into the water.

Obviously there's more to it but I don't want to give too much away.

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #fic rec #merperson #very fun

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And what if Billy was the sexy fast food worker (despite it not existing in the US my brain has him pegged as working for Greggs) who serves Steve every Friday.

And Steves so hopelessly crushing that despite not needing a summer job he applies to that specific store just to get the off chance of talking to him.

What if then?

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #fic rec #so good

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And what if Billy was the sexy fast food worker (despite it not existing in the US my brain has him pegged as working for Greggs) who serves Steve every Friday.

And Steves so hopelessly crushing that despite not needing a summer job he applies to that specific store just to get the off chance of talking to him.

What if then?

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #fic rec #so good #steve would take any shift if it meant billy might be working at the same time

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WIP Wednesday: SharkBilly!

I'm still working on SharkBilly fic, which was supposed to be a 1\2k PWP fic and it's now 10k, and I want to share another spicy little snippet.

“You taste so good. Wanna bite you again. Hold you still and pump you full of cum.” He whispers on his stomach, before rubbing his wet tail against Steve's groin. The boy squirms at the contact, the tail is even rougher than his tongue and it’s not very pleasurable, but Steve’s dick fills with blood anyway.

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #fic rec #shark!billy #excellent

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Billy and Steve as the kind of insufferable couple who you hear upstairs having a shouting match, followed by silence, followed by the unmistakable sound of the headboard slamming against the wall and Steve's moans filtering through🤭

#harringrove #fic rec #excellent

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I've Forgotten Who I Am, Can I Be Yours For A While?

Sounds good

I said I wouldn't write an amnesia fic but here we are 🤷‍♀️ thank you for the ask 😁💜

This one is post season 3 Steve took the hit instead of Billy and after being in a coma for quite some time when he finally wakes up he has amnesia. Billy is who he remembers the most so Hop insists he go home with him. 

Here is a rough lil excerpt

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"Billy!" He says it with excitement, voice horse from disuse, coughing a moment later. Billy doesn't think about it, just remembers how dry his own throat had been after he first woke up and he wasn't out nearly as long as Steve, he grabs a cup from the side, checking the nearby ice bucket and putting some chips into it before handing it over to Steve. He tries to smile up at Billy as he takes it but another coughing fit doubles him over.

Hopper sticks close to the door leaning against the wall watching them with an approving smile. Billy shoots him a glare as he rubs at Steve's back trying to help alleviate the cough. It's a few minutes before Steve is up right, crunching on ice chips to soothe his throat, "I was worried about you.”

"I'm fine," Billy says, stepping back, he intends to put more distance between them but Steve reaches out a hand and grabs his, holding tightly. Billy stares at where Steve twines their fingers, taking a dry swallow. 

"How are you feeling? Hop says you don't remember anything." His grip strength is weak. Billy could break it without much effort, he should. He doesn't want to.

Steve frowns, thumb rubbing at Billy's hand, "I'm tired but not? I don't know how to explain it and I remember you, I know you but not really either. I can't remember the specifics, and I don't remember anyone else...." Steve's voice drops low as he admits the next part, "some people aren't taking that so well," shoulder hunches in, fingers tightening on Billy's.

"Well those people are assholes," Billy gives his hand a squeeze, he can guess who might be giving him trouble, his parents would be on the list if they were anywhere to be found but since they aren't he guesses at the kids, one curly haired loud mouth in particular.

Steve beams up at him, "I knew you'd be on my side."

Billy raises an eyebrow, "huh?" He's not sure how Steve has gone from point A to B but he breeze right on by it

"Hopper, when can I go home?" He's making big eyes at the sheriff, giving Billy's fingers another squeeze. 

Hopper just shoots Billy a meaningful look and shrugs. Billy scrubs at his face with his free hand heaving a heavy sigh, "can come home as soon as they release you."

"I get to go home with you?" Steve's turning the full force of that smile on Billy and as gaunt as he is it should not be so effective but it has butterflies swarming in Billy's stomach. 

He feels flushed as he gives a non commital shrug, "if you want," Steve nods his head with so much enthusiasm Billy's afraid he's going to rattle himself right back into a coma.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #fic rec #amnesia #so good #steve has decided billy is a friend and by golly that's what he'll be

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#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #fanart #so good

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Insufferable idiots!

#jessica jones #frank castle #matt murdock #fratt #fanart #so good

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billy crying while messily making out with steve after a gut-wrenching fight will always be my favorite trope for harringrove idc

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #fic rec #so good

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Hi there! Can I request something jaytim where tim is stray and jason is so in love with his feral cat boy 💕

of course! here is some nervous and in love jay with stray!tim 😈

#jason todd #tim drake #jaytim #fanart #stray!tim #so good

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they’re at a party and someone drunkenly shouts “SUCK AND BLOW!”

so Billy grabs Steve and pulls him over to the circle forming, grinning as he watches the playing card be passed around mouth to mouth, sucking it from Tina’s mouth and turning to Steve, leaning in to pass it — but instead, he turns his head and blows the card away, pulling Steve in and kissing him instead, ignoring the others who burst into laughter and wolf whistles as he stuffs his tongue into Steve’s mouth

and Steve pushes him away with a red face after a moment, grinning, acting as if he’s not into it and Billy’s so funny and so drunk for pulling that shit, isn’t his best friend funny?

everyone believes it

but after the party, when he’s got Billy in the backseat of his car and they’re making out, there’s no excuse or playing card between them

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #fic rec #so good

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#billy hargrove #fanart #so good

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Jason Carver vs your local televangelist who would win

#jason carver #steve harrington #robin buckley #fanart #delightful

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When the Children Cry ~ Billy Hargrove

#billy hargrove #moodboard #so good

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lemon lemon lemon

Steve is confident that Billy is all talk when it comes to the bedroom - before they actually get the chance to fuck.

because with all the rumours and shit that goes around school, there’s no way that Billy is that good.

so, when Billy does show interest and Steve’s willing to at least give him a try, he takes the opportunity to prove Billy wrong.

he’s ready for Billy to cum quickly, to not be very giving or caring, to be into really weird shit — he’s not even expecting to cum with Billy.

but then, once they’re alone in his room, Billy’s kissing Steve so slow and deep that it makes his head spin.

okay, fine. Hargrove can kiss. whatever.

he’s laid down onto his own bed with such tenderness and care that he doesn’t realize Billy’s pressing him down onto it until he’s on his back and opening his eyes, his lower lip gently sucked into the blond’s mouth.

and Billy’s hands wander his body, just feeling and touching as he pleases, and it’s…actually nice. really nice.

and while the soft stuff is nice, Steve moans when Billy kisses down his neck and bites.

Billy gets a little rough then, but just the perfect amount. he’s calling Steve a princess, like he always does, and Steve rolls his eyes even though the name does have him chubbing up in his jeans.

they undress each other and Steve expects Billy to be quick about it, careless and determined, but no. Billy’s fucking peeling Steve’s clothes off him, taking in the view once he’s got King Steve completely naked, his hands roaming once again - this time, wrapping around Steve’s dick and making a crude joke about the size of him and what he’s done with it, stroking it nice and slow before taking Steve into his mouth.

Steve’s face turns hot as he chokes out a moan.

and it all kind of blurs at that, because Billy’s sucking his dick and he’s just…so much better at it than anyone Steve’s ever had. he buries his hands into Billy’s hair, gasping quietly as Billy spits on his dick before taking him in again, fucking slurping like a slut and he doesn’t even seem to care about things like shame as he works Steve’s dick.

horrified at the sudden realization that he’s about to cum, Steve stutters out, “w-wait, Billy, stop, m’gonna—” while he tugs on those blond curls.

because he’s going to cum if Billy doesn’t fucking stop.

but, he does. and Billy’s got this smug fucking look on his face as he licks his shiny lips, surging up to kiss Steve, and Steve just — lets him.

and he moans when Billy shoves his tongue inside, tastes himself there and it’s so fucking hot that his dick twitches where it’s lying heavy and hard on his lower stomach, smearing precum and spit across the trail of hair there.

“you gonna let me fuck you, king steve?” Billy grins as he pulls away, sliding his fingers down the length of Steve’s sensitive cock so slow that it makes Steve jolt a little. Billy continues with that filthy smile, those slick fingertips tracing down his balls and further, ghosting a touch over his rim, “you gonna let me stretch you out, princess? i promise it’ll be good.”

there it is again, that arrogant confidence that got Steve here in the first place.

and while he doesn’t feel as confident in his beliefs as he did in the beginning, because Billy’s mouth is fucking heaven, Steve wants to see what Billy’s got.

so, he spreads his legs wider and quirks a brow, trying to act like the way Billy’s just playing with his hole doesn’t affect him at all.

Billy chuckles and hums, “Atta boy.”

and the approval stirs something hot in Steve’s gut, like he made the right choice and Billy knows it.

the lube is taken from his bedside drawer and Steve gets comfortable, lets Billy settle between his thighs that are spread so fucking far it’s almost embarrassing, and waits.

maybe a squirt of lube and a finger is all he’ll get.

no.

no, he gets three fingers coated in lube and the tip of Billy’s tongue teasing his stretched-out rim.

and Billy’s fucking moaning, like he’s the one getting finger fucked into next week, and Steve fucking hates him because the length of the blond’s fingers are goddamn perfect and the press of them so deep has Steve sweating and panting, clenching around them just to hear the purred words of approval from Billy’s mouth.

“that’s it, princess, taking me so good,” and “let me hear you, baby, you sound so pretty.”

embarrassing shit that has his dick leaking all over himself.

by the time Billy’s pulled his fingers out, slow and careful, Steve’s more than ready. whatever Billy can give him, he can take — easily.

that is, until he feels the press of Billy’s dick, and then his breath is catching and he’s grasping at Billy’s shoulders and arms, his eyes wide as he gasps, “holy shit—Billy, Billy, wait—”

he expects Billy not to wait, to just take what he wants because he’s been nice up until now, but he stops. he doesn’t pull out because that’s not what Steve’s asked, but he does stop and he stares down at Steve smugly.

like he knew his dick would be too much for him.

that smug smirk has Steve pouting because fuck him. Billy isn’t going to get the best of him here.

the urge to prove himself right, that Billy isn’t a good fuck, is renewed enough that he takes a deep, calming breath and nods.

Billy stares down at him, looking him right in the eyes as he continues to press in, in, in —

it makes Steve’s jaw drop, his brows furrowing and lifting as Billy keeps going, keeps stretching him open like he promised Steve he would, and he feels so fucking perfect that Steve doesn’t know what he wants anymore.

not until Billy bottoms out, of course.

“holy fuck,” Steve breathes out shakily, his breath catching as Billy grinds his hips forward, pressing just a little deeper because he’s a fucking asshole.

“yeah, baby?” Billy hums smartly, “that feel good?”

Steve tries to glare up at him, but he can’t really muster up the ability to do it properly because Billy’s pressing down to kiss him and the way Steve’s dick rubs against Billy’s stomach is just kind of fucking amazing.

they kiss for a second, maybe even two, because Billy pulls away not long after just so he can push himself up and adjust the width of his knees, keeping Steve’s thighs spread open, like he can do whatever the fuck he wants—

Billy pulls out and the slow, hot drag of his dick makes Steve breath out a whine, their eyes meeting again once the sound is out.

“c’mon, make that pretty sound for me again,” Billy smirks as he sinks back in, both of his hands finding the underside of Steve’s knees and the skin is so sensitive it sends little sparks up the back of his thighs when Billy grips him there.

stubborn, Steve shakes his head ‘no’ but the more Billy moves, the faster his hips rut into Steve. he can’t help the way his jaw drops again and how fast his breaths come out, able to glance down at where they’re connected and if he were to lift his head a little, to contort just a bit, he’s sure he can watch Billy fuck him.

“mm, so fucking tight,” Billy groans, tilting his head back as if he’s really savouring it, and Steve watches the line of his throat through blurred vision—

he blinks it away, still clinging to that stubbornness even though Billy’s picking up the pace now, pushing Steve’s knees back and back until he’s nearly folded in half now, the sound of his hips meeting Steve’s ass slapping so loud and wet that it brings a new wave of heat to Steve’s face.

fuck, it’s good, it’s so good—

he can hear himself whimpering with every thrust, little ‘uh’s pushed out of him every time, and he’s letting his eyes close as the pleasure shoots through his body when Billy fucking stops.

“—pretty boy, right?”

Steve opens his eyes, comes back to earth a little as he refocuses his gaze on the blond above him.

“hm..?” he hums, blinking slow like a cat.

Billy smirks, “I said, you’re a pretty boy, right?”

Steve frowns, swallows thickly around a dry throat but doesn’t say anything because Billy knows the answer. he’s the one that calls Steve that in the first place.

“Say it,” Billy demands.

Steve frowns, clenches around Billy’s dick inside him, as if to tell him to fuck him again.

a hand grasps his face then, thumb and fingers digging into each cheek, and Steve’s eyes widen as he stares up at Billy.

“Tell me you’re a pretty boy, Stevie.” Billy mutters low.

Steve shakes his head ‘no’, as best he can like this.

Billy grinds his dick deep again, makes Steve nearly go cross eyed from how fucking good it feels as Billy growls out, “I’m not going to fuck you until you tell me what a pretty boy you are, Harrington.”

he feels Billy’s hand wrap around his neglected dick and that’s fucking it — with a whine from his chest and glassy eyes, Steve stares up at Billy and whimpers out a pathetic little, “I’m a pretty boy.”

the hard look on Billy’s face melts away at that and he coos, “Good boy, Stevie,” and begins to fuck him again, a hand still wrapped around Steve’s dick, “You gonna cum on my cock now? Gonna make a mess all over yourself?”

and it’s fucking embarrassing, the way Billy talks to him like that, but what’s even more embarrassing is the way it brings Steve to the edge way too fucking fast, like he really has no control, and it makes him panic because oh fuck, oh shit, he’s gonna do it—he’s gonna fucking cum—

he gasps Billy’s name as he spills all over his own stomach, tensing his entire body as Billy strokes him through it, praising him with a chuckle.

he’s so out of it, he doesn’t feel Billy cum, not until he feels it on his chest in long, hot ropes. and that’s going to be annoying when it dries, because his chest hair will pull and it’ll hurt but now Billy’s kissing him again, humming into the kiss happily as those hands begin to wander now-familiar territory.

he feels the weight of Billy settling on him and so Steve blinks his eyes open, realizes that he’s cuddling Billy now, and it immediately annoys him as the realization sinks in.

turning his face to press it into Billy’s curls, he mumbles like a brat, “i hate you.”

and it makes Billy chuckle, “why’s that?”

he can’t tell Billy. he’d never let him live it down; that he was able to prove Steve wrong.

and while he was proven wrong, Steve can’t be too upset about it, not when he’s still floating in that little high with Billy Hargrove kissing at his neck and cuddling him into the bed.

“just cause,” Steve huffs, relaxing into Billy’s hold.

“if you say so,” Billy smirks, already knowing.

he lets Billy prove him wrong again in the morning.

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #fic rec #bottom!steve #top!billy #blowjobs #hot damn #so good