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billyharringson · 12 days
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More than enough
A short PWP fic for Wednesday
Ship: Harringrove
Rating: Explicit
Additional tags: Steve Harrington Has a Breeding Kink, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Established Relationship, Rough Sex, Table Sex, Dirty Talk, Dom/sub Undertones, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
Summary: After a visit from Steve's parent, Billy learns just how deep Steve's breeding kink goes.
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55275334
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sunwarmed-ash · 6 months
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Sinful Sunday-repost
I Think I'm OKAY
Ship: Harringrove
Fandom: Stranger Things
Rating: Explicit
Tags: PWP, rough sex, sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism, one shot, bottom Steve, top Billy, unprotected sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms
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“Upstairs?” He asks between pants, and Hargrove shakes his head.  “Too far, kitchen,” Billy growles, pulling Steve into the adjoining room by his shirt collar.  When Billy’s lips recapture his Steve tastes a combination of cheap, dark liquors on his lips. That meant he had another blowout with Neil… Rage-fueled sex with Billy usually meant pain for Steve the next morning, but the more they did this, the less he found he cares.  In the time Steve’s been occupied by his thoughts, Billy has him spread out on the island, jeans down to his ankles before his brain could catch up with what was happening. He blinks and then Billy has half his cock in his throat. Steve’s drug-addled brain whites out as he gasps in pleasure. He’d hate himself in the morning, for allowing Billy to use and break him, again, but it’s not like he wants to say no either. His body is conditioned to Billy’s now. Craved the heat, the violence, and the pain. 4 months of whatever this was and the other man has ruined him for anyone else.  “Don’t get lost on me Steve,” Billy purrs, bringing Steve back to the present with his tingling hot breath at his neck. His fist has replaced his mouth and Steve is having more trouble following the conversation. Sharp canines bit into the soft skin of Steve’s neck and he whines, shivering as his body screams for more.   “Billy, please."
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midnightmare-fics · 1 year
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Shower Antics
Ship: Harringrove (Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 7,054
Warnings: top billy, bottom steve, smut, pwp (we're starting to add plot), first time blow jobs, almost caught, anal, billy is a tease and a shit, steve is already whipped and in love with that dick, billy is also kinda sweet, dirty talk, name-calling, a new type of relationship
Summary:
It's been a long week.
Billy's been nothing short of a total dick, ignoring him or picking on him - just generally acting like nothing happened between them. He hasn't shown up, hasn't cornered him, hasn't given him an ounce of pleasure after leaving him literally aching for his cock. Steve's pissed now, aching from a weekend of empty, half-assed orgasms that just aren't satisfying.
And then... Everything flips on its head again.
~ Sequel to Locker Room Antics - Now A Series! ~
Bingo: @harringroveson-bingo
Card Three, Prompt C2 - Shower Sex
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harringroveera · 8 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤
Thank you love!!! I’m so honored for this and I’ll keep this narrowed down to the ST fandom only 💕
My first fic for the Harringrove fandom, so it’s no doubt one of my faves that way: Billy Hargrove Is Not Dead.
Set before volume 2 of season 4. Billy, well, is not dead. Jim and Joyce adopting Billy. Billy and Steve just being in love, with a right amount of angst. Wholesome.
My second fic, which is still ongoing, for Harringrove: It Started With A Demodog.
Fix-it fic, starts at the night at the Byers. They fought, Billy knocks the hell out of Steve and accidentally sees what’s in the fridge. Slow burn, mutual pining, angst, among other things.
Third one is my longest Creelson fic which I have posted (because my wips have surpassed it): Taming Eddie.
Eddie’s stuck in the Upside Down, now a vampire and has to train to become Henry Creel’s right hand man. Except it’s a lot of sex, a lot of angst, a lot of blood and cum and very little training. Not for the faint of heart (with the kinks in it).
Fourth is for my Mungrove nation, a short fic called: on my knees when i’m beggin’.
It’s one of my favorite because it was the first thing I wrote to turn my friend into a Mungrove lover (who hated the idea at first and is now obsessed with them) so it’s pretty special to me. Just good ol’ pwp with a whole lotta begging.
The final fic is another Creelson one: The Tale of Henry Creel The Cat.
In which Eleven’s power went wrong, and instead of sending Henry Creel into another realm, she turned him into a cat. And the cat ended up being adopted by Eddie Munson.
Slowburn, angst, pining, and of course smut.
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medusapelagia · 5 months
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
I wanted to do this so badly that I cheated and copied it from @just-my-latest-hyperfixation... sorry 😝!
How many works do you have on AO3?
100 Today!!! Even if I have more stories here on Tumblr that I will post on Ao3 sooner or later.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
728.469
3. What fandoms do you write for?
mainly Stranger Things but I posted a couple of The Witcher fics (one is my anon!) and I'm working on a couple of WIPs
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
28 AU-gust: Royalty  Never Again  I'm so good at telling lies (That came from my mother's side)  Ghost  My lucky charm  (All Steddie)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes, always! Even if sometimes I'm a little embarrassed because I feel that "Thank you" is not enough to express what I feel every time I receive a comment.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Sorrow, a very sad little Harringrove with character death.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
This is hard... but at the moment the one that holds my heart is I'm so good at telling lies and no, the last chapter hasn't been posted yet!
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I'm looking forward to the moment someone will actually write something awful about my stories, but for the moment I was lucky enough to have only mildly bad comments.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do but I try to keep it sweet and, apart from some PWPs, it usually takes a lot for my character to get to the smut part: they have to earn it!
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I wrote a crossover between The Crow and Stranger Things (It can't rain all the time) and some crossover for a Metalsandwhich event. The crazy one I wrote is a crossover between Jurassic Park and Kinktober for the Metalsandwich Movie Marathon, but it was so fun! 😂
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I started writing in Italian and translated two of my fics into English (one of them being one of the longest fics I wrote). Never again: it takes forever and it's super boring because I already know the story😅
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Ages ago, when I used to write in Italian on another platform I did. It was a LOTR fic Aragorn/Legolas and it was a wonderful experience but I don't think I would be able to do the same in English.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
in this moment Steddie, but I'm a big fan of Harringrove and Metalsandwich too.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I'll finish all of them because for me it's a pac.t between me and my readers: they give me their trust and I don't want to disappoint them.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I'm a very fast writer and I try to do my best to be better every time I start a new story
17.What are your writing weaknesses?
I always have to fight a bit with the smut scenes because it's a subtle equilibrium between being too clinical and letting the characters enjoy themselves.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I did it and I can do it easily because I speak four languages but in reality, I used it only one time: if the story needs it it's ok but sometimes it sounds farfetched
19. First fandom you wrote for?
The first fic I wrote ages ago was for City Hunter (a Japanese manga), after that, I wrote for Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter. Now, after almost 15 years, I'm back thanks to Steddie!
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
Honestly? Always the next one I'm working on.
My no pressure tags are @dragonflylady77 , @destroya-hargrove, @kallisto-k , @spaceofentropy , @lorifragolina , @rindecisions
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inchronicpain · 2 years
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i got a fever of a hundred and three
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Rating: Explicit
Prompt: Special of the Day: Heatwave from Mini-Harringrove Week July 2022
Tags: PWP, Post-Season/Series 02, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, Aftercare, Bottom Billy Hargrove, Top Steve Harrington, Biting as a Love Language (briefly), Canon Divergence
Words: 1k+ words
i had fun writing this!! i challenged myself to write the fic within a day and this is the result :D though i had to do different things first in between the writing but meh sgfk please accept my humble offering for the harringrove fandom <3
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enchanted-day-dreams · 8 months
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God I wish I was good at writing smut, because I have this idea for this smutty PWP Harringrove fic but I'm so unpracticed at writing actually GOOD smut that it'll take FOREVER if I do it myself.
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harringrooves · 2 years
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animal instinct
It’s almost embarrassing how much Steve indulges Billy.
Can’t say no to him, never outright, only ever able to whine and pout and grumble. But never say no.
And so here’s Steve, held under Billy’s steady weight across his legs and the sharp Stay put from earlier, pressed face first into the bed and dying slowly. There’s teeth scraping down his shoulder.
“Billy,” he murmurs, voice shaking out against the sheets. He turns his head to the side, craning it back as much as he dares, and catches only a glimpse of the top of a blond head of curls. “Baby, c’mon-”
The teeth sink into the ball of his shoulder and Steve shudders. “Quiet.”
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shieldofiron · 1 year
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I have more Big Billy for you 🪨
Big ass biggest humungo billy going lingerie shopping, all the ladies at the shop think he’s so sweet buying a nice lace set for his girlfriend ❤️
The lingerie looks tiny in his hands, as he gives it to Tiny! Steve, the perfect anniversary gift 🔥
“You have big hands,” The girl smiles, dimples flashing at him as he hands over the tiny lace thong and garter belt. It does look small in his hands, always does, but he’s checked the measurements a dozen ways. Personally.
Billy smiles back at her, eyes dripping all over her face, “Yeah, well you know what they say. Big hands… bigger heart.”
Her eyes dip to the deep v of his shirt, and she flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder, “Is that what your girlfriend says?”
Billy grins, resting his hand on the pale pink counter, “Something like that.”
The bell rings behind him, and a fall breeze blows in, stirring up the shop’s sugary sweet smell.
“Hello, Harrington,” Billy leans against the counter, stretching out to his full height like a cat seeing a mouse, “Fancy running into you here.”
“Hargrove,” Steve nods, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose. He frowns at the tiny bag on the counter next to Billy’s elbow, “What brings you to this area?”
“Just picking something up for my best girl,” Billy digs into the bag, ruining the girl’s beautiful wrapping to pull out a scrap of lace and straps, pulling it taut to show how small it is between his thumbs.
Steve just hums at the back of his throat, running a hand over the collar of his preppy camel coat, “Pretty.”
“Tell him the story though,” The girl behind the counter whispers, “Please.”
Billy smiles, “It’s the anniversary of our first date today. I’d never seen the Wizard of Oz before, so she made me a picnic in her living room and we watched it under a blanket fort.”
“Ruby,” Steve says dryly, eyeing Billy’s gift with undisguised interest, “Like the slippers.”
Billy grins, “That’s right. Just trying to tell her there’s no place like home.”
“Isn’t that just the sweetest thing,” The shop girl coos.
Steve just nods, eyes lingering on the lace, as Billy puts it away and leans over the counter, stretching a little and waiting until he can see Steve’s eyes dip below his belt for just an instant, before coming up to rest on his eyes. Steve raises one brow, just a little.
“Is there anything I can help you with, Sir?” The girl smiles at Steve, sweeping over his styled hair and crisp new jacket. Billy wonders if she clocks the blush creeping over Steve’s cheeks, or the way he can’t seem to stop running his lapel through his fingers, in long fluid strokes.
“No, just thought I saw an old friend,” Steve smiles at her softly, and then turns to Billy, “You have time to get coffee with me?”
Billy plucks the bag off the counter and comes over to stand over Steve, so Steve has to tip his head back a little, hair falling away and revealing flushed cheeks.
“Anything for an old friend,” Billy smiles, leaning in so he can watch the flush deepen on Steve’s pale skin. “Thank you so much for your help, Mindy.”
“Anytime,” Her eyes sparkle, “I hope she likes it.”
Billy smirks at Steve, “I think she does.”
Steve tips his head towards the door, “Come on. I know a place.”
Billy follows Steve out into the crispy fall air, tucking his hands in his jacket, and leaning over to nudge Harrington with his arm, nearly sending the slender man sprawling.
“Like your gift, darling?” Billy whispers.
Steve rolls his eyes and groans, “Kind of ruins your gift though.”
“What was my gift?”
Steve reaches up for the collar of his polo. He’s so much smaller, angled just right. When Steve tugs the collar back, Billy can see inside. A lace trimmed baby blue bra peeks from under Steve’s boring navy polo, a pebbled nipple just barely visible through the thin fabric.
Billy has to wait a whole ten seconds before they turn the corner into the alley to nip Steve’s earlobe while Steve gasps and grabs for Billy’s ass shamelessly. Billy gets to slide his big hands all over the best gift he’s ever received. And the lingerie is pretty nice too.
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Slightly shorter, I have a crazy work week but once I had the idea of Steve already wearing some, I couldn’t not write it up @hickory-smoked-ass
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billyharringson · 11 months
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Writing more pwp (with my first and possibly only foray into Top Billy) for my next @billyhargrovebingo prompt
B2: Free Space
Rating: Explicit
Ships: Harringrove
Title: Your turn on top
Additional tags: mean dom steve harrington, Sub Billy Hargrove, Dom Steve Harrington, Top Billy Hargrove, Bottom Steve Harrington, Topping from the Bottom, degradation kink, Implied/Referenced Abuse, not between Steve and billy, Billy needs to submit to feel grounded, Boys In Love, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, I couldn't help myself the feelings snuck in there, Cuming on command, why is that not a tag, Cock Rings, Riding, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Billy just wants to be good
Summary: "You know what I think baby?" Steve asked, tugging on the fistfuls of curls in his hand until Billy's tearful eyes gazed blearily up at him. He smiled, Billy always looked so beautifully dumb when he got him like this, so pliant, so happy for Steve to use him however he saw fit. He’d had Billy on his knees since he got him home, had choked him on his cock and then on his fingers for at least two hours. He hadn’t touched Billy beyond the grip on his hair, but he was already swimming in subspace. "I think it's time for you to do the work for once." He said, his smile cocky and imperious.
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sunwarmed-ash · 1 year
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Stranger Things Fic Masterlist
🚬Harringrove🕶
Empathetic asshole: Explicit, Body swap AU, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, smut
Ride with u: Explicit, Superpowers AU(Billy), slow burn, truth or dare
My ex's best friend: Explicit, Starving Artist/L.A. AU, unhealthy relationships, pining
Jawbreaker: Explicit, 90's AU, Dispensary worker!Steve, Tattoo artist!Billy, casual sex, emotional sex
Kitten: Explicit, Modern AU-BDSM, Dom!Billy, Sub!Steve, Different first meeting,
Trick or treat freak: Explicit, hate sex, canon divergence-Tina's halloween party
Dynastud: Explicit, gay chicken, PWP, Smut, paralell masterbation
I think I'm OKAY: Explicit, unhealthy/codependent relationships, rough sex
I think I need help: Explicit, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual happy ending
🚬Steddiegrove🕶🦇
Watch me come apart: Explicit, locker room threesome, semi public sex, accidental voyeurism
You know what they say about assuming: Explicit, Slow burn, smut, blow jobs, threesome
Eastside: Explicit, heavy angst paired with harringrove smut, eventual happier ending, vecna possesed Eddie
🚬Mungrove🦇
Death changes everything: Explicit, blow jobs, PWP, piercings
Here (In Your Arms): flirting, kissing, anal sex, safe sex, cold fingers warm lips, spit kink, finger sucking, hair pulling,
🕶Stonathan📸
Spaces in between insane and insecure: Mature, sex for drugs, complicated relationships
🚫No Ship🚢
Neverender: Billy centered, depressed billy, angst, hurt/comfort, suicidal ideation, Eddie Munson & Billy Hargrove
Love me or hate me, I just don't care: Billy Centered, Numb Billy, angst, fighting, Billy Steve Eddie,
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midnightmare-fics · 1 year
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Locker Room Antics
Ship: Harringrove (Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 5,034
Warnings: pwp, smut, porn, boys being idiots, anal sex, anal fingering, (a lot of smut okay), steve and billy have crushes on each other and are stupid, locker room sex, semi-public sex, anal virgin steve, experienced billy, horny teenagers
Summary:
Just as he was about to take another swing for Hargrove's face, Steve found his wrist caught in a large hand, his back against the metal lockers, and his lips pressed against another pair. He grunted, protesting for maybe ten seconds before he was grabbing Billy's hair with his free hand, and kissed him back.
Kissing Billy was nothing like kissing a girl. It was a dangerous combination of teeth and tongue locked in a battle for dominance. And he hated himself for backing down.
"I want to fuck you," Billy said against his lips before beginning to suck and bite down his jaw. Steve let out an involuntary moan, suddenly finding his jeans far too tight. ..
Bingo: @harringroveson-bingo
Card Two, B3 - "Not sure if I need sex, sleep, or to punch someone in the face"
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yikesharringrove · 4 years
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Steve giggled into Billy’s lips.
He was leaning uncomfortably over the center console in Billy’s car, nearly in Billy’s lap as they made out.
“You know, when I first saw you, I noticed your car first.” Billy pulled back, planting a kiss to Steve’s nose.
“‘Course you did. Literally couldn’t have done it the other way around.” Steve slapped Billy's chest.
“I was gonna tell you about how I saw your car, watched you get out of it, and straight-up told Barb I was gonna get railed in this car one day, but you know what, you don’t deserve to rail me.”
Billy’s eyes went wide .
“Waitwaitwaitwait,” Billy reached out for Steve as he leaned back in his seat. “No, Baby. I’m sorry . Lemme help you live out your dream c’mon .”
Steve just shook his head, making a show of looking out the window all sad .
“I just, don’t know if I can thrive in this environment.” He was over enunciating, using his hands way too much to make sure Billy knew it was all a game . “I can’t be somewhere my hopes, my dreams are not appreciated.”
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lil-nastea · 5 years
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the things we don’t talk about (wip)
UPDATE: The full one-shot can be found on AO3. Thank you all for your encouragement! 
“Your pussy’s so tight, Harrington,” Billy purrs, voice gravelly from the smoke, and Steve can practically feel the sound reverberate through him and coil tightly in his gut. 
He’s turned on by the sound of Billy’s voice, not by what he’s saying. In fact, what he’s saying needles Steve. His pride stings. He grits his teeth and grunts in annoyance, and maybe it sounded more like a groan, because all it seems to do is encourage Billy to keep running his mouth. 
 “Gonna leave it nice and sloppy when I’m done with you. Leave you wet and loose,” he punctuates that promise with a sudden snap of his hips, and this time Steve really does groan, the sound escaping him before he can bite it back. He doesn’t need to see Billy’s face to know that the asshole’s smirking, now, like he thinks he’s won whatever game it is they’re both playing. 
They never established its rules, much less its win conditions, but Steve refuses to lose; he refuses to let Billy get the idea in his head that Steve’s some kind of bitch. Billy Hargrove’s bitch.
“Such a cock-hungry little slut—”
The sound Steve makes is like a snarl, and he bucks back hard with an audible slap of skin-on-skin. He thrusts his elbow into Billy’s chest, jabbing him between the ribs, and is rewarded with the satisfying sound of Billy hissing through his teeth.
“Shut up, already,” Steve snaps over his shoulder, sick of hearing Billy say all that degrading shit. He usually knows better, only ever says it when he wants to get a rise out of Steve, to goad him into throwing a punch before they inevitably find themselves getting hot and heavy against a wall, or in the backseat of Billy’s Camaro. But he’s never said it mid-fuck.
Maybe Billy is getting too cocky. Maybe he wants an excuse to rough Steve up a little. 
Whatever the case, Steve can’t be sure if its fury or thrill burning in Billy’s blue eyes when he cranes his neck back to meet them; all he can tell is that there’s something unmistakably feral about the look Billy’s giving him.
Before Steve can react, the side of his face is shoved against the hood of the Camaro, and his arm is twisted around and pinned to the small of his back. The angle makes his shoulder sting, and his jaw hurts, because Billy’s got his palm pressed against his skull and is leaning his weight into it so that he can better leverage the force behind his thrusts. Steve can only lie there and take it, momentarily dazed.
“You’re such a prissy little bitch,” he can hear Billy sneering meanly, voice a little muffled by his cigarette. Steve is sure he hears an undercurrent of amusement, too, like Billy is getting off on the power-trip or the struggle. 
The worst part is, Steve’s cock is still hard and leaking against the polished blue paint of the Camaro. The change in angle means that Billy keeps hitting his sweet spot, rough and relentless. It’s infuriating how good that feels, how good it feels when Billy splits Steve open on his cock. Anger blooms in Steve’s chest. It makes him want to claw himself away. It makes him want to fight and fuck back harder. 
“Always fighting it, every damn step of the way,” Billy’s saying above him, leaning in close enough that his breath caresses Steve’s jaw. He smells like tobacco and the spice of his cologne. Steve hates it—wants to hate it, but he can’t help but breathe Billy in, relishing the claustrophobic closeness of him. “Just admit it, baby. You love it when I treat you like the whore you are.”
Steve won’t admit it, because it isn’t true. Billy’s just trying to get a rise out of him. He’s succeeding, too, but Steve can be stubborn when he’s agitated, so he bites his tongue and pushes down a moan and tries not to breathe in the smoke Billy’s still blowing in his face.
It doesn’t go over well. Billy’s twice as demanding as Steve is unyielding, and infinitely nastier.
“Tell me how much you want it.” Billy sounds like he thinks there’s authority behind his words, that Steve ought to be compelled to listen like the ‘cock-hungry little slut’ Billy thinks he is. Thing is, there’s a small part of Steve that wonders what Billy might do if he played along, for once. He thinks it might break Billy’s brain. 
He also thinks it would take Billy’s ego to an even more insufferable high.
So, he keeps his mouth shut, tongue between his teeth, nails digging crescents into his palm like Steve’s still tempted to reach back and clock him. The ensuing silence is brief, interrupted only by the hum of crickets and the sound of fucking.
Then—
“Tell. Me,” Billy hisses, every syllable accompanied by a smack of skin against the backs of Steve’s thighs. Steve can’t keep his mouth shut any longer.
“I want you—” he pushes the words through his teeth, his jaw tight, his breaths coming in sharp jolts that Billy is fucking out of him. “—to stop talking.”
Billy yanks his hair so hard that Steve’s head jerks back, his chin tilted toward the starless sky, his eyes catching on Billy who looms like a shadow over him. He can’t tell if Billy’s angry, can’t quite make out the glint of his eyes through the darkness, but for a moment he’s sure that Billy is going to do something nasty purely to spite him.
The cherry red glow of Billy’s cigarette sizzles and brightens as he takes a long drag. A moment later, he lets go of Steve’s arm so that he can pluck the cigarette from between his lips and seal his mouth over Steve’s. 
Smoke pools into his mouth. Steve can’t fight it, too shocked by the fact that Billy Hargrove just kissed him. They’d never kissed, not once, as if avoiding that kind of intimacy was the one defined rule of this indefinable game of theirs. And surely it didn’t count, because Billy is only doing it to piss him off. 
The not-kiss lasts scarcely a moment before the smoke reaches Steve’s lungs and he starts coughing. His eyes sting and water, his muscles clench and spasm, and above him, he hears Billy’s barking laughter.
Asshole.
He can’t say it aloud; his voice is shot to shit from all the coughing. But he thinks it really hard, makes an indignant sound as Billy shoves him face-first into the hood of his car again, voice slurred against the cold metal. Billy just keeps on laughing, even as he continues fucking Steve at that same relentless pace as before.
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livedsomanylives · 4 years
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When you’re writing a PWP, and then suddenly you’re writing a lot of feelings, and things get emotional, and you begin to ask yourself if it won’t be better to let the hardcore sex parts out so you don’t look like an asshole.
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