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dxxniiell · 2 months
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himbobeefcakephd · 19 days
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Two new comic pages this week! Al does a kiss on a demonic-infused Ethan right in front of everyone! A good luck kiss? 
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aspenbaileyyy · 10 months
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writer-in-theory · 2 years
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you're my king, baby — harringrove
18+ ONLY, warning for slight feminization (steve calls billy 'princess'), kinda sub!billy, some under-negotiated kink but both boys are happy with the situation
Billy is starting to think this King Steve he keeps hearing so much about is fake.
He was a story concocted by the entirety of Hawkins High to scare the new guy. Because how could the guy who never fights back and who spends his Friday nights hosting sleepovers for middle schoolers ever be the ruthless, badass King Steve? How could Harrington—the guy who was soft around every edge and who wore fucking polos—ever be the same person as King Steve, the guy who apparently once held the keg stand record and who used to punch out anyone who made a stray comment about him?
Carol and Tommy said King Steve disappeared when he started dating Wheeler, said that she'd 'sucked the fun right out of him' until there was nothing left but a bitch. But even that didn't sit right in Billy's stomach. Wheeler was a stubborn priss, for sure, but if King Steve was all he was cracked up to be there was no way he could've been broken in within a few months. Maybe Hawkins just needed a story to tell, maybe they needed someone to uplift because who the fuck else was going to rule the school? Maybe he was chosen because he had the biggest house, the best liquor, the best everything. Maybe there had never really been a king on the throne in the first place, but rather a town jester meant to entertain a depressed crowd of kids.
Well, if Hawkins High is so insistent that they used to have a ruler, then Billy is determined to meet him.
It starts in the hallway. Though the sea of people parts when Billy walks by, he makes sure to press close to Harrington, smacking the guy's shoulder with his own and giving him a smirk as if to say, 'what are you gonna do about it, King Steve?'
Harrington does nothing, simply scoffs and shuts his locker a little harsher than the average person. It's not nearly enough, not even a whisper of a crown.
So Billy does what he does best—he pushes, with the intent to break.
He gets rough in basketball, pressing close and saying every word that should've set off a guy like him, a guy like King fucking Steve. But all he does is tell him to play the game, completely shrugs Billy off like he never cared for his title in the first place. So Billy tries another tactic—corners him in the showers and tells him that he'll save a few bitches for him if he ever wants to get over Wheeler.
Billy tries everything. He teases him in the hallways, throws paper at the back of that perfect hair in the few classes they shared, winks and licks his lips and calls him Pretty Boy, a far cry from the royal moniker the rest of the school has bestowed upon the guy. And Harrington takes it all, like Billy's just a fly pestering him.
Everything cracks the night of the Snow Ball. It's some dance the middle school is putting on so the kids can pretend they're adults for a night, with high schoolers getting in their community service hours by watching the punch and making sure the kids don't start thinking they can dance like adults. Billy's just there to drop off Max, but then he saw smoke curling around from the back of the building and something in him told him this is Harrington.
So he tells Max not to be late, goes to park his car, then makes the walk to the back of the building where sure enough Harrington is leaning against the brick wall, head tilted back as he blew smoke from those fucking perfect lips. "Is that you, Harrington?" Billy asked, smirking at the way Harrington's eyebrows dipped and his jaw clenched as those doe eyes narrowed in on him.
"Yeah, don't cream your pants," Harrington huffed out, and for once Billy could see the spark of something that might resemble a king's sharp sword in those brown eyes. And he knows with cool certainty that this is the night that will settle this once and for all. "You just gonna stand there, Hargrove? I'm not in the mood to deal with you tonight."
"Seems you got some fire in you after all," Billy laughed, all sharp edges and bared teeth. He steps closer, willing Harrington to don the crown Billy had snatched when he moved, willing that spark to become a flame, burning brighter than a town like Hawkins deserved. "I've been waiting to meet this King Steve everyone keeps telling me about."
"Fuck off, Hargrove," Harrington hissed, but Billy knew the signs of a fight better than anyone else. The other guy had clenched fists, shoulders back and eyes never once leaving Billy's face. He nearly grinned when he saw the way Harrington's pristine white sneakers dug into the ground, planting his feet. The gun was loaded, the safety was off and both of their fingers were wrapped around the trigger.
"Why don't you make me?"
Then Harrington's hands were grabbing the front of Billy's blue collared shirt, pulling him and shoving him back into the brick wall Harrington had been leaning against moments before. His back hit with a sting that nearly left Billy breathless but he laughed through it all because there he was, King Steve Harrington in all his glory.
Those doe eyes had gone hard, flames licking up within them and threatening to burn through Billy. His hands still held onto Billy's shirt, keeping him pinned between the wall and Steve's body. Billy could see the crown resting on that perfect hair now, could see the sword glinting off his hip and the air of royalty in every slight movement. "Welcome back, King Steve," Billy grinned.
And then, and then Steve fucking kissed him.
It was bruising, this kiss between kings. Steve's lips might've looked soft but they hurt as they pressed to Billy's, taking and taking and taking until Billy's head swam. He wondered briefly how he was ever meant to kiss anyone else after this, if he could ever expect to feel this fire burning between their chests from anyone else.
"That's what you wanted, right?" Steve spat out when he broke the kiss, one hand reaching up to dig into the blond curls on the back of Billy's neck. "You act so tough but all you really are is a princess begging for her king's attention, huh?"
Billy should have decked him for it. No one could talk to him like that without igniting that uncontrollable anger that had nestled in his heart years ago. Except, instead of anger, Steve's words pulled the fire lower, made it burn low in his stomach and made him fight off a moan.
"Now you're quiet, Princess?" Steve laughed, hand tugging on Billy's hair just enough that it tilted his head back, baring his neck and forcing eye contact. That smirk made Billy's skin burn, made him gasp just loud enough that the smirk widened in victory. "You've been running that mouth since you came to town. So I'll ask again," another tug on the fistful of hair, another moan coming out a little more like a forced out grunt, "why are you here?"
For once, the answer was easy. The admission fell from Billy's lips before he could even consider another, words tense through his bared throat. "I want you, King Steve."
"You've got me, princess." Steve's mouth was on him in an instant, pressing kisses to the corner of his lips, to his jaw, sucking marks in the crook of his neck that Billy knew he'd have to hide in the morning with a well placed shirt. One hand stayed fisted in his hair, keeping Billy held in place, but the other roamed, running down his abdomen and pulling gasping noises from Billy because no one had touched him quite like this before. That hand was tugging at the bottom of his shirt now, yanking it out from where it was tucked into jeans. When Billy thought he might finally feel Steve's hand around him, that hand roamed back up and up and up until fingerpads slightly chilled from the winter air brushed over one nipple and pulling a choked out groan from Billy.
"Sensitive, Princess?" Steve grinned at him, eyes flashing with something dangerous as those fingers just kept rubbing, taking in every hitched breath Billy took as electricity jolted through his body.
"I'm not your fuckin' princess," Billy managed to get out, wondering if the burning on his face was a redness that would give away his secret, would give Steve a glimpse at the fire in his lower abdomen that was stoked every time that word was used.
"Oh, I think you are," Steve cooed instead, fingers curling to pinch hard enough to pull a yelp from Billy that quickly melted into shaky whimpers as Steve's fingers just kept pulling and pinching at the sensitive flesh. Steve's thigh had slotted itself between his legs now, just resting, reminding. "I think you put up a big tough guy attitude just hoping I'd remind you of where you belong."
"And where do I belong?" Billy asked, nearly breathless with the pleasure he'd hoped for but never quite expected to get. Steve grinned, leaning so close their lips barely brushed as he answered.
"On your knees for your king."
It was like those words sucked out every ounce of strength Billy's body had. His knees buckled as he gasped, Steve's hands the only thing that turned kept his knees from smacking harshly onto the pavement. Those hands that burned on Billy's skin, the one that was still held tightly in the curls Billy had never let anyone touch before and the one that brushed gentle fingers over his cheek, creating opposing touches that sent Billy's head spinning.
Billy knew what to do, knew what he wanted to do the second Steve had kissed him. Experienced hands reached for Steve's belt, shaking only a little from the adrenaline as he worked the button of those jeans. And when Billy took him in his mouth, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Steve was right. This was where he belonged—on his knees staring up at King Steve with slightly teary eyes, lips curled around the biggest fucking cock he'd ever seen and pulling the most gorgeous noises from Steve's lips.
Steve even had to clap one hand over his own mouth, choking the words back in while Billy choked on him, the other hand still wrapped up firmly in curls not to push but simply to hold. "Fuck, Billy," he tried to whisper, knowing they were still outside for fucks sake. "You're perfect. It's like you were made for this. Were you made to be my princess, baby?"
The moan Billy let out around him was what did it, was what sent Steve flying over the edge of the best release he'd ever had. His hips stuttered, trying to pull away but then Billy's hands gripped him, pulled forward so Steve could fucking cum down his throat. Billy seemed to recover quicker than he did, standing and stepping forward enough to press Steve against the wall he'd once held the other boy against. Then Billy's lips were on his and, fuck, he could taste himself on those sinful fucking lips. It was better than any dream Steve might have had about a moment like this, made Steve realize with complete certainty that he was hooked on this boy.
And all Billy could do was grin, seeing that realization fall over still soft features and slightly hazy doe eyes. "You can be my king if you want, Pretty Boy."
Billy supposed some stories were true, after all.
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athena-maeve · 9 months
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motomamisarahx · 6 months
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🔥 Rev Up Your Senses: Meet Sarah, the Moto-Chic Queen! 🔥
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kinkixo · 4 months
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himbobeefcakephd · 3 months
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New pages will begin updating next weekend! Now's the perfect time to catch up on the archive so you're up to date once they post, go go go!
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aspenbaileyyy · 11 months
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goodlxttlebxmbo · 6 months
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just invited someone random over from grindr while i’m fucked up drunk. so ready to get bred 🩷
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stelawilliam560 · 7 months
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inkedshenanigans · 1 year
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writer-in-theory · 2 years
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do people who have boobs ever just, like, grab them for comfort??
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