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theladycarpathia · 1 year

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Celebration

Prompt: Steve Harrington’s childhood tree-house

Billy begins to laugh as he sees where they’re headed.

“Seriously, Harrington?” he asks, somewhat gleefully, tipping his head back to stare upwards into the trees. “This is where we’re going?”

Steve heaves the basket up and tries not to slip on the damp grass in the dark. It’s fucking heavy and as the birthday boy, Billy’s carrying nothing but lube and an open can of beer. Steve’s lucky that they managed to skirt around the pool without falling in head first. Or Billy pushing him in.

“I know it’s not exactly where you thought for your eighteenth,” Steve says hesitantly, because it’s not what Steve had fucking planned either. But his parents were home, and even though they’re out for dinner right now, it would be just Steve’s luck to be balls deep just as they arrive through the front door.

So plan B - Steve’s old tree-house, with a picnic basket, a thick blanket, and some lights. He’s going to give his boyfriend some romance on his fucking birthday if it’s the last thing he does.

“But with my folks home, I had to find another option. And the quarry isn’t that special and I know we can't really go out given…” Steve trails off, not wanting to even mention Neil’s name on Billy’s day. But Billy just grins, an eerie flash of white in the bright moonlight.

“It’s cool, Harrington,” he drawls and Robin asked once if it was weird that Billy often calls him that. But it’s not. It’s just Billy and something about the way that Billy says it, all low and hungry, makes Steve’s stomach dip every time.

He didn’t tell her that he prefers it this way. It makes the lines easier for when they have to pretend that they don’t mean what they are to each other. That Billy only uses his name in quiet, dark spaces, pressed into Steve’s bare skin. When Steve’s name is less like a tease and more like a prayer.

“Just wondering how you can call this a tree-house,” Billy continues and Steve flushes.

“You think my old man was going to let me have some shitty thing put together in a weekend?” he asks, even though that’s what he thought he’d get when he was a kid. Something that they’d put together and maybe Steve’s dad would have to spend time together with him for once.

But no. Men came and built something more akin to a wooden fortress up in the oak right at the back of the Harrington’s yard. Steve’s dad didn’t even look at it when it was done.

Steve is going to fuck Billy in that tree-house and it brings him more than a little satisfaction.

“Your dad is a dick,” Billy comments, before he bounds the last few feet to the base of the tree and the faintly swinging rope ladder. Steve nudges him out of the way before he can begin to climb.

“I know it’s your birthday but can I go first?” he says, getting a good grip on the basket. Thank God he put the blanket and shit up there earlier because slipping and breaking something is not the cool move he’s trying to make.

Billy dramatically bows and takes a step back.

Billy has no fucking patience because he’s right behind Steve up the ladder. Steve only just has time to drop the basket down and flick on the Christmas lights he’d strung up earlier. He’s just beginning to light the assorted candles with the lighter when Billy’s head appears through the hatch.

It’s worth it to see the look on his face.

“Okay, I take it back,” Billy says, staring around. Because it’s a fucking Harrington effort, it’s suitably furnished as well - beanbags that are a little musty, a table in the corner, a small shelf of Steve’s old games. Billy picks up one of the toy cars on the table and flicks it’s wheels. “This is cool.”

Steve grins, setting down the candle. There’s a suitably atmospheric glow now, the flickering warmth of the candles, the twinkles of the old Christmas lights. There’s the big red picnic blanket that Steve stole out of the attic and it must have been one of his mom’s random purchases, because they’ve never been for a picnic. He padded it out with a few strewn cushions, and a blanket from his room. It’s too cold to stay here all night but Steve doesn’t want cold air on his bare ass after.

Steve pulls up the ladder - his parents barely come into the garden but better safe than sorry - and closes the hatch. They’re locked away in their own private world for a few hours.

Billy drops down onto the blanket and there’s something strange about his expression. They’ve only been dating six months but Steve knows that look. So he just opens up the basket and begins pulling out the food: tiny sausages, potato salad, fancy cheeses…you know. Stuff that won’t matter so much if they get distracted halfway through. Billy’s predictable. They never usually make it the whole evening before they fool around.

Steve digs out the two plastic glasses and the bottle of champagne with a flourish. His parents probably won’t notice it missing from their cabinet. If they haven’t yet noticed the vodka that he replaced with water, they sure as hell won’t notice this.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Billy says quietly, as Steve carefully tugs at the cork. Steve winces as the sound echoes through the night and he licks the foam from his hand before he begins to pour.

“You only turn eighteen once,” he says, because he knows how hard this is for Billy. It’s not like anyone really makes an effort in the Hargrove house, although Max tries. But she’s only thirteen and her birthday contribution was a cupcake and a mix-tape.

Steve doesn’t feel like he’s doing enough anyway. It’s pilfered champagne and a set of new candles, borrowed rugs and lights, an impromptu picnic in the middle of March. Honestly, the only bit where Steve feels like he’s really contributing is later, when he can carefully take Billy apart piece by piece.

He hands Billy a glass and holds his own up. “Happy birthday,” he says, gently clicking their glasses together. He desperately wants to say more but he keeps it in for now. Billy’s always better at taking compliments in the afterglow.

Billy offers him a wavering smile before tipping the glass back.

“Shit,” Billy mutters, staring at the half empty glass like he’s had some sort of religious experience. Steve hides his smile.

They eat, while Steve frequently tops up the champagne. Billy is gorgeous in the dim light and it makes it hard to focus when Billy licks mayonnaise off his bottom lip. When he sucks on a carrot stick is the moment that Steve knows that he’s doing it on purpose.

“Okay, do you want to have sex now?” Steve sighs, unable to ignore the heat in his belly or the way that Billy’s eyes carefully flick up every so often to make sure that Steve has noticed.

Billy grins, all teeth and impatience, and shoves the paper plate aside.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he says lasciviously and tugs off his shirt. He doesn’t even wait for Steve to take his sweater off before he’s kissing him, pressing Steve down into the rug.

Steve lets him, willingly pinned under Billy’s body while they kiss. He can feel the hard line in Billy’s jeans already and he wonders what has Billy so keyed up. It can’t be down to frustration - they saw each other only yesterday, parking the Camaro up by the quarry, their go to space when Steve’s house isn’t safe. Steve had shucked his jeans and climbed into the backseat, letting Billy sit over him. Actually fucking in the backseat isn’t that comfortable so Steve had brought lube, dribbled it over his hand and their dicks, sliding them both together, while Billy held onto Steve’s shoulders with his eyes closed. It had been perfect, watching every flutter of his eyelashes, the desperate little pants from his parted lips. Billy was so gorgeous and Steve had dragged it out, every slow flick of his wrist, his free hand digging half-moon imprints into Billy’s hip. They don’t often do this and the novel experience of just rubbing against each other made everything seem heightened and hazy.

The memory of Billy’s groan as he came over Steve’s fingers is enough to have Steve flip Billy over. He bends over to kiss the annoyed look from Billy’s face, his hands quickly working the buttons on Billy’s jeans.

“It’s your birthday,” Steve reminds him, tugging down the denim and Billy’s boxers in one easy motion. Billy looks a little stunned to be lying there in his socks, before a pleased grin comes across his face and he hurries to strip those too.

When he’s lounging back, fully naked on the blanket, one arm tucked under his head, Steve sits back on his heels to admire him. His angular wrists. The firm planes of his stomach. Dick flushed a pretty red against miles of beautiful golden skin.

Billy makes him feel breathless every single time.

And Billy knows it too, because he smirks and widens the spread of his legs. An open invitation.

“Like you said, it’s my birthday,” Billy says smugly. “Hop to it, babe.”

But Steve doesn’t. Not this time. He traces the lines of Billy’s hips and stomach muscles with his tongue. He presses his mouth to the flesh of Billy’s thigh. He runs his hands across every bit of skin he can reach while he swallows down around Billy’s dick. He wants Billy to be overwhelmed and rapturous and loved.

When he reaches the lube, Billy is already flushed and on the verge of begging. Steve slicks up his fingers, nothing with amusement that he’s still half dressed. He slides in his fingers slowly, pushing Billy to the absolute limit as he fucks him. Billy scrabbles for purchase on the rug, his back arching as Steve hits just the right angle.

“Baby, please,” Billy whispers, sound completely fucked out. Steve’s been very careful to make sure that Billy doesn’t get too close to coming- no sense in the fun being over too early.

Steve stills his hand, leaving his fingers buried inside while he stares at Billy. The tension is razor tight, confusion and lust flickering over Billy’s face. Steve gets it - he’s never been like this before. This devoted, this intense, this kind of focus purely on Billy. He’s barely even noticed the strain against his own jeans which is probably a good thing.

Steve carefully removes his fingers, his dick twitching at the desperate little whimper that Billy makes as he does so. He removes his clothes slowly, making sure that Billy watches every step as he shrugs off his t-shirt, his jeans, and hooking his fingers into his underwear. The feel of his lube-slick hand around his dick nearly does him in and it’s only the look in Billy’s eyes - and the promise that something more pleasurable is on offer - that keeps him going.

Neither of them make a sound when Steve slides in - it’s almost too intense for that. Billy winds his arms around Steve’s back and Steve captures his open mouth for a kiss. He doesn’t move, not just yet. He would freeze time like this, if he could. It’s so completely perfect that Steve feels like he’s being crushed with the weight of it. The pressure, the expectations, are always there and the thought that at some point he’s going to fuck it up is like a constant specter at his back. That he’s going to say something stupid or insensitive, or Billy will need support in a way that he doesn’t know how to give and Steve will lose the best thing he has.

And the worst future is one where Billy just…leaves. Steve knows that he’s bound to Hawkins in a way that Billy just isn’t. That Steve won’t be reason enough to stay.

Billy’s eyelashes flutter every time Steve thrusts in, his mouth open in a helpless pant. Steve hates that Billy’s quiet in bed, too many years of having to train himself to keep silent. Every little moan or broken sound of Steve’s name feels like a triumph and Steve longs for the day where Billy can scream all he wants.

Normally Billy’s a greedy fuck, rocking back against Steve like a demanding brat, but today he lets Steve set the pace. And Steve does, deep and slow, determined to drag out every last second. He wants to keep this feeling going, the taste of Billy’s mouth, the pull of Billy’s body around him, the drag of Billy’s leaking dick against his belly.

But the end is inevitable and when Billy finally sighs his name into his skin, Steve is helpless against following him.

They lie on the rug, sweat and come cooling on their skin until they start to shiver. Steve reaches past Billy’s head for the blanket he had prepared and tugs it over them. Billy’s eyes are closed, breathing slowly and Steve curls up against him. He wonders if Billy’s falling asleep until an arm winds around his back to tug him even closer.

“Thanks,” Billy murmurs sleepily against his hair. Steve presses a kiss to Billy’s salty cheek. It’s not like it was hard. As far as he’s concerned, Billy deserves the world.

“Happy birthday,” Steve says, because he’s not quite ready for the words yet, no matter how much he feels them. Billy’s not ready for them yet either, despite his warm eyes, the gentle stroking against Steve’s hip.

But when Billy shifts in Steve’s arms to pull the cupcakes out of the basket, gleefully shoving half of one straight into his mouth, Steve feels like maybe this will be the first birthday of many that they spend together.

#harringrove #harringroveweek #billy's birthday bonanza #it's billy's birthday!#ending on a happy one #steve harrington #billy hargrove #I need to add these to ao3

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biillys · 2 months

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did you see that? yeah, i saw that! that was at least seven feet! i don't know what it was, but it almost gave me a heart attack.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILLY!

#m #she's late and she's not great but she's Something #ily i miss you i've wrote like. an insane amount of fic about you in the last week alone.#literally over 2 hrs of audio msgs just talking about u sent to z yesterday. Insane.#happy BIRTHDAY come back bitch #billy hargrove #billyhargroveedit #gifs

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slutforsnow · 4 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY POOKIE 🫶🏼

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terrorofthetrident · 3 months

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“Every job I do, I’m always trying to hone my craft and develop new skills to add to my arsenal. Every job I do is like an apprenticeship because I never went to drama school. I’m learning on my feet.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EWAN MITCHELL!

⇢March 8, 1997

#happy birthday to the loml who’s an insanely talented actor 🫶#ewan mitchell #billy taylor #billy washington #ettore #tom bennett #osferth #michael gavey #aemond targaryen #edit #recycling the bday post i made for ewan last year but with different shots <3 #except this time i left out genyen and added michael #we have one new ewan role since last march hoping we have another by next year :)#edit: it’s supposedly not maybe anymore!!!!

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puppetmaster13u · 6 months

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Prompt 84

Amity Park absolutely adores her little ghostling, her little Gatekeeper who was of her own ectoplasm, reborn from her own blood in the center of her new heart. She absolutely adores her baby, practically a newborn, being only a year dead!

So of course she had to gush and boast about her little phantom to the other city spirits! They all got together to gossip sometimes after all. And both Smallville and Fawcett started to gush about their own little ones back!

Gosh they should set up a playdate at some point, her little phantom could use some friends in the mortal realm. Well some more friends, three is obviously not enough. Oh, Gotham and Bludhaven have come over as well! It’s a playdate then!

Now if only each of their world’s timelines were synced up, but at least everyone is around the same age!

#dcxdp #dpxdc #City Children Au #Prompts #Each city is from a different timeline lol #Bruce is an angy 16 year old vigilante and was Not prepared to be the oldest #Dick hasn't told them his birthday #and isn't revealing he's older than this Bruce by a few months #Clark is just happy to make friends and he brought pie! his ma and him made it!#Dick is wheezing at these itty bitty versions of Bruce and Clark- this is great and hilarious and oh god he has to protect them #Billy is chanting to do it whenever someone has a Bad Idea- He's just become the Champion of Magic & the gods encourage it #Danny is delighted to have more friends and he's not the oldest Or the youngest so yay!#they're having fun #lots of fun in all their timelines and in the realms too #if they get in trouble they call their city-parents #“Alfred says I'm a polite young man. He also says that if someone tries to grab me to use my teeth”#“Sounds about right” “Mood” “Biting is always good” “But what about diseases??”#“Hey Danny you like alien stuff right- do you think you can help me and the others translate this it came from the ship i was on”#“Omg Billy you should teach us mortal magic and we can teach you are stuff”#Dick: I don't wanna be the responsible one so I'm going to encourage them all to be Worse :)#At some point the squad is going to end up in some other timeline and confuse the fuck out of the JL lol #dick grayson #danny fenton #billy batson #clark kent #bruce wayne

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seretoningghost · 11 days

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Stu Macher x Male Reader x Billy Loomis

Ghostface!! :D

(Can be read as a continuation of sorts of my last one, not directly after but still.)

WARNINGS : SMUT! Body Shot(Belly Button), Threesome, sloppy (kinda even sloppily written), established relationship with Stu and Billy, cheating (Stu and Billy on their gfs, it's hardly even mentioned.)

Inspired by Hollywood Undead’s Everywhere I Go ;)

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Stu groaned quietly, chuckling drunkenly as Y/N pushed him onto the pool table. His back thudded against it quietly.

The pool balls quietly clack as they get pushed aside, Y/N pulling Stu’s shirt up further, exposing his lean stomach.

Y/N’s beer clunking against the table as he sets it down a bit strong handed.

Y/N grinned as he reached out for the vodka bottle being handed to him by some random.

Leaning in close as he pours the vodka into Stu’s belly button, it overflowing a bit, Y/N just chuckles.

Leaning in down, he slurps the vodka up. The crowd of party ragers cheering and jumping at that.

Grinning teasingly as he glances up to Stu, sticking his tongue out as he laps up the overflowed vodka, swirling his tongue around Stu’s belly button.

Stu grins widely, already feeling his dick reacting.

Y/N’s touch lingers a moment longer than it should, before he pulls back, hand sliding up Stu’s abdomen.

Y/N grinning as he hands the vodka back to the party goer, grinning.

“Told you I would!” Y/N grins, saying it loud enough to be heard over the music.

Leaving Stu to sit up on his own, a little more than excited.

“Haha! That's kinda gay y’know!” They laughed.

Y/N chuckled.

“You know Stu has a girlfriend, right?” Chimed another party goer.

Y/N grinned.

“So what? It's just a body shot.” Y/N shrugged, grabbing his beer and downing the last of it.

A trickle of the honey gold liquid dribbling down his chin, and down his neck.

Stu’s eye caught on it, grinning, holding himself back from licking it up.

Standing up and tugging his shirt down.

Y/N put the empty beer down, sighing contently before making his way to the booze table.

Grabbing a shot, downing a few.

Stu slinked his way through the tight crowd, grinning as he pushes his body against Y/N’s.

Taking a shot from Y/N’s hold and downing it with a grin, Y/N grabbing a beer with a huff.

“Y/N, how about you and me ‘disappear’~?” Stu grinned, whispering in Y/N’s ear.

Y/N grinned at that, it meant one of two things, and Stu was too drunk for the ladder. And Billy was nowhere to be found at the moment.

Y/N hummed, thinking it over. Before biting the air in Stu’s direction.

“Your lucky your ‘girlfriend’ isn't here tonight~.” Y/N teased.

Stu grinned, mind spinning with lust.

Y/N took a drink off his beer quickly.

“My buds bedroom is upstairs, I stole his key so I could fuck with some bad bitches.” Y/N grinned, pulling a key on a ring out of his pocket.

Giving it a playful spin on his index.

“Guess you’ll just have to do..” Y/N teased, grinning as he walked to the stairs.

Stu gasped, huffing as Y/N walked past him, his blood boiling as he hesitated. Trying to not make their association obvious.

After a minute or so Stu went up the stairs, seeing Y/N leaning against one of the doors.

There wasn't really anything upstairs, so no one at the party went up there.

Y/N grinned, spinning the key before undoing the door with a quiet click of the turning key.

Y/N opened the door, the two stepping inside. He shut the door behind them.

WIthin a heartbeat Y/N had Stu pinned to the wall, the two making out feverently.

Tongues slobbering together, rubbing against each other. Stu tasting honeyish beer, and blueberry vodka that burned his taste buds on Y/N.

Y/N tasting raspberry, and wildberry vodka, tequila, and salt on Stu.

Y/N pressed his body closer, Stu groaning at the squeeze. Y/N could taste that Stu was the drunker of the two, not that Stu cared.

Y/N’s head spun at the sloppy mess, sucking at Stu’s tongue he just couldn't get enough.

The two are already feeling their pants growing tighter.

Stu groaned as he broke the kiss, spit dripping down boths chins.

Stu tilted his head, dragging his tongue along where Y/N had beer dribbling down before.

Releasing an excited breath against Y/N’s neck at the muted beer flavor, salty with sweat, smiling against the skin.

Y/N groaned lovingly, feeling his length throb in his pants, tilting his head back slightly. Letting his boyfriend at more of his skin.

After a few more moments of Stu lapping at his skin Y/N grabbed hold of Stu’s thighs, picking him up gently with a huff.

He tossed Stu onto the bed, the springs squeaking at it, and Stu groaning.

Y/N climbed up onto the bed, crawling over Stu, looming over him as he took a messy swig from his beer.

Putting the bottle down on the bedside table with a clunk, leaning in to Stu, kissing him again.

This time beer being shared between their mouths.

Stu moved his tongue greedily against Y/N’s, lapping the beer happily.

Y/N pulling back with a groan once the beer was swallowed, most swallowed by Stu.

“Mm, he might have a few condoms in the bedside table..” Y/N mumbled quietly to himself, leaning over as he rummages through the table.

Brows furrowed.

Stu panted quietly, his excitement waning slightly as his mind brought up Y/N’s comment earlier.

Y/N groaned, huffing as he put a condom between his teeth.

“This should do..” He mumbles, returning his attention to Stu as he undos Stu’s pants.

“You excited baby~?” Y/N grins, pulling off Stu’s pants and boxers, well, only able to remove them fully from one leg, whatever.

Quickly undoing his own pants, pulling them down along with his boxers enough to free his length.

Grabbing the slightly slobbery condom from between his teeth, undoing the wrapper with a crumple, tossing the trash aside.

Rolling the neon blue condom down his length, groaning frustratedly as the condom only manages to roll halfway down.

“Dudes got a small dick..” Y/N huffs quietly, before leaning back into Stu, mouthing at his neck.

“This should be fine, right?” He pants against Stu’s skin.

Stu nods, and Y/N nibbles and licks at Stu’s skin as he pushes in slowly.

Stu’s entrance gives moderate resistance, but complies quickly, still moderately lubed from his and Billy’s activities from not too long before the party.

Y/N pants and groans quietly, excited at the sensation. Beginning with slow shallow thrusts, holding Stu close gently.

Y/N looked up at Stu, Y/N groans, eyes softening at the sight.

Stu, with tears pooling in his eyes, hand over his mouth, teeth gritted, crying quietly to himself. He was practically bawling like a baby.

Those beautiful puppy dog eyes sadly looking at Y/N.

“Whs’ wrong baby?” Y/N asked with a groan.

“Does it hurt?”

Stu stayed quiet, moaning softly at the gentle movements, nodding no.

“Y-Y/N… y-you don't have sex with ‘nybody else.. right?” Stu asks, sounding like he’s distraught, a few quiet moans slipping through.

Y/N felt his heart calm, chuckling quietly in his throat.

Stu really was too drunk for his own good, sober Stu would have got that it was just a jab.

“I-I mean s-sides’ Billy..” Stu added, a bit meekly.

Y/N pushed his face to the crook of Stu’s neck, hiding his smile.

“No baby, no one but you n’ Billy…. but right now’s bout’ you baby, just you.” Y/N reassures Stu, knowing it would just save time to indulge him rather than explain.

Stu sniffs quietly, feeling much better.

Y/N accentuates his words with a harder trust, Stu clutching to Y/N’s back with a moan.

“Now quit cryin’ babe..”

Stu nods feverishly, biting his lip, using the back of his hand to wipe his eyes, his other hand clutching hard onto the back of Y/N’s shirt.

“Harder…” Stu whimpers.

Y/N indulges him, speeding his hips up, and going harder.

Soon enough the room was hot, the air hot with sex.

Wet slaps from their actions resounding through the room, probably hardly audible outside the door thanks to the loud party.

The two panting loudly against each others skin, clutching each other close.

Stu’s legs locked around Y/N’s hips, Stu having clawed Y/N’s shirt up, his nails trailing over his bare skin.

Stu’s head tilted back as he let out jumbled moans, Y/N mouthing and biting at his neck.

That's when the door opened, the two stopping in their tracks, panting.

Y/N made sure to block Stu’s body with his own, glancing back at the door.

Y/N panting, eyes wide, before he noticed it was Billy.

Eyes narrowing with a grunt.

“Y-You… you just gonna stand there?” Y/N growled, panting between words.

“Someone could see us dude.” Y/N added.

Billy shut the door behind himself, locking it. Huffing as he walked over to the bed.

Sitting on the edge of it, eyeing the two over.

The duo's chests rising and falling, panting loudly.

“I couldn't find either of you at the party, and I just knew you two would’ve found somewhere to slink off to, even if it was just behind the house at a dark corner the porch lights didn’t reach.” Billy grinned, leaning close to Y/N.

Y/N scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Oh please.. we're not that obvious. Sides’, you’ve joined us like that every time.” Y/N growled.

Y/N could smell the alcohol on Billy, in his breath fanning over his face.

Billy glanced over the duo, the fucked out look in Stu’s eyes, how quickly they were panting.

How Y/N’s shirt slid down slightly as he sat up a bit, the angry red scratch marks littering his back, how messy their hair was.

“Y’gonna join or what? Or are you fucking cuck chairing? Like cmon, I was getting close..” Y/N groaned, unamused.

Billy grinned, leaning in close to Stu, putting a hand on his cheek, the two making out sloppily.

Y/N hesitated as he watched, getting entranced in his two boyfriends as they made out.

Billy tried to keep the kiss neat, but Stu was too drunk for that slow passionate shit. With a groan, Billy gave in, letting the sloppy happen.

After a minute Y/N groaned, giving a hard thrust, making Stu jolt, moaning.

Y/N began to thrust again, going harder and faster than before.

Stu enjoyed this thoroughly, whimpering and moaning against Billy’s lips.

After a moan Billy pulls away, narrowing his eyes at Y/N as he undoes his pants. Revealing his erect length.

Billy climbs up on the bed, positioning himself on his knees, practically straddling Stu, his cock practically pressed against Y/N’s lips.

Y/N glances up to Billy, who’s biting his lip teasingly.

Y/N grins, giving a soft kiss to his tip.

“M’gonna make Stu fuck you after we’re done.” Y/N groans quietly, grinning, cuing in that he did in fact know that Billy fucked Stu earlier.

Billy hesitates, but a soft shudder runs up his legs, gently bucking his hips against Y/N’s lips.

Y/N parting his lips at the push, letting out a soft breath against the skin, pre cum smearing over his lips.

Not stopping his thrusts as he opens his mouth for Billy’s cock, happily taking the humps Billy gives.

If anything getting more excited, and harder at the sensation of being mouth fucked.

The trio continued, the room getting even hotter, smelling even stronger of sex.

Y/N taking Billy’s cock with ease, moaning softly around his length, spit dripping down his chin.

Billy’s eye catching on it dripping down his adams apple.

Stu whimpering and moaning, watching from between Billy’s legs the outline of his cock pushing down Y/N’s throat effortlessly.

And in turn feeling Y/N’s big cock pounding him relentlessly, filling him up.

Billy could feel Stu’s hands clawing at his thighs, it was practically piercing through his pants… Somehow it added something.

The trio panting, moaning, and groaning.

It wasn't long before they all finished, Y/N riding through his orgasm as he humped his hips against Stu.

Groaning as he swallowed around Billy’s cock, groaning quiet curses around his flesh.

His tongue lapping against Billy’s sensitive skin.

Stu having mewled as he spilled his load all over his abdomen, shuddering and whimpering at the warmth of Y/N’s release.

Billy pulling his hips away from Y/N, Y/N panting loudly as he slowed his movements to a halt.

The trio calming down for a few minutes.

Before Billy with a groan moved, laying down on the bed beside Stu.

Panting quietly Y/N pulled out slowly, Stu whimpering quietly at the loss.

Y/N huffing before pulling the condom off his flaccid length, struggling to tie the condom off due to its size.

But succeeding after a minor fumbling, tossing it away in the close by waste bin.

The trio laying together on the ‘smaller than three people’ bed, listening quietly to each other panting, and the muffled music downstairs.

After a good while of silence Y/N grinned, looking to Billy, laid on the other side of Stu.

“Alright Billy, now Stu’s gonna get to fuck you.”

Stu lit up, grinning - although a bit tiredly, but that never stopped him before.

“Wait.. what?” Stu grinned.

Billy groaned, glancing away, hiding his smile.

….

tadaa!

#sorry ive been gone so long #ive just been writers blocked #i feel really shitty for it #depression is whipping my ass bro #uhh- side note this is kinda my bday gift for tomorrow!#mah birthday tommorow!#x male reader #male reader smut #smut #+18 blog #+18 content #seme male reader #top male reader #stu macher x male reader #stu macher #billy loomis x male reader #billy loomis #ghostface

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elowmojo · 2 months

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HAPPY BILLY’S DAY! 🎉

#Billy Hargrove #Stranger Things #Billy Hargrove Birthday #fan Art #digital fanart #digital drawing #Billy’s day

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ihni · 2 months

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Happy birthday Billy!!

(I couldn't fit more people there, but just imagine they're standing out of frame. A whole HOUSE full with people who are ready to celebrate Billy's birthday, and shower him with gifts and food and love.)

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #stranger things #harringrove #robin buckley #max mayfield #and some more people too #also it just occurred to me that if that door opens inwards #steve's gonna get that cake in his face #XD #imagine billy's face when they all yell SURPRISE!!#he deserves all the love #happy birthday billy #ihni doodles #stranger things doodles #harringrove doodles

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tomblythismyhusband · 4 months

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happy birthday [ tom blyth x fem!reader ]

[summary]: tomblyth x fem!reader | You make a dinner for Tom’s birthday and enjoy time together :)

[warnings]: none

[wc]: 1k

[note]: little blurb i wrote bc HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MAN. (who is most definitely not my man)

“Damnit.” You muttered under your breath as a glob of chocolate frosting fell onto the previously clean kitchen counter. You swiped it up with your finger before sticking it in your mouth letting taste make you hum.

You glanced at the cake you had frosted. Well- could you even call it a cake at this point? It was a mound of chocolate frosting, cake and sprinkles that was sagging with every second you took staring at it.

You let out a sigh. You wanted tonight to be perfect. It was your boyfriend, Tom’s, birthday today and the stress of getting everything just right was finally settling in.

You had been running around all day, getting his gift ready, making a spaghetti dinner, and getting the mood of the apartment set. The cake - which of course you had put off till last minute- was the last step, and looking at the blob of chocolaty goodness you realized maybe you weren’t the best baker.

You hadn’t used your time to your advantage and thought ‘Hey what could happen?’ while slathering frosting on a still- warm cake. Apparently a lot could happen, and now with sugary counters and messy hands you realized maybe you didn’t do this whole ‘cake thing’ the right way.

You glanced at the clock. Tom had mentioned he’d be home at 6. You blink at the glowing 5:45 then turn back to your pitiful excuse of a cake.

“Maybe I can fix it.” You murmur, taking a knife to smooth out the globs of frosting. The cake does not cooperate in the way you wanted as the frosting begins to tear the cake underneath. You hold your breath as you try to salvage the most of it.

Almost as if on cue, the front door slams shut the sound of keys being thrown into a little tray meets your ears

“Love I’m home!” Tom calls. You hear his footsteps start to make their way down the hall towards the kitchen and you quickly wipe your cake covered hands on your apron to rush and meet him.

“Tom hey..” You said breathlessly, stopping him so he couldn’t enter the kitchen. Tom’s lips pulled into an amused smile, seeing how you were basically blocking him from seeing the mess you’d made.

“Love, have you been baking?” He asks, taking a hand to touch your face. “There’s flour on your nose.” He taps your nose playfully with a smirk.

Heat floods your face as you let out an embarrassed laugh. “Yea- I- attempted to.”

Even after dating him for months, Tom still had the power to make you flustered. A single brush of his hand and you forget everything you’ve ever known.

Tom’s eyebrow quirked upwards as he looked at you. “Attempted?” He chucked, a lopsided grin melting onto his face.

You let out a deep sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. “I’ve been working all day on this dinner for you and I just can’t get the cake right. I’ve definitely learned I’m not a baker. I’m sorry Tom.”

Tom’s face lit up. “Dinner-?” He was not expecting this surprise.

Then, realizing you were a bit upset he instantly grabbed your hands, while his brows furrowed with concern. “Woah woah- hey. Why are you apologizing?”

You looked up at him and frowned. “I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

Tom shook his head and let out a small chuckle. “Love you know anything you’d have done would’ve been perfect. I didn’t even expect you to surprise me with dinner. And so what if the cakes not perfect? At least you are.” He added.

You felt a smile slowly creep into your face as he leaned in closer. “I’m so happy you’ve done this for me. You didn’t even have to.”

You leaned in to give him a quick kiss, your cheeks flushing with color at his words. “I wanted to. And, Thank you Tom.” You whispered.

Tom gives you another lopsided grin and squeezes your hand. “Well let’s eat shall we?”

The table was set with delicate silverware and flickering candles that made everything surrounding them almost magical. You had bought fresh roses and placed them on the table. You weren’t scared of making things special extra tonight.

You both sat across from each other, sipping wine, eating spaghetti and meatballs. Conversation was light and fun, jokes, stories, a little bit of flirtation. Everything was indeed perfect.

“God y/n-“ Tom said in awe once you had both finished your meals. “You’ve outdone yourself. Thank you.”

“Anything for the birthday boy.” You giggled, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend.

Tom smiled at you. “Though- If you sat me down with a case of beers and takeout I would still be extremely thrilled.”

You blushed at his words then giggled. “Noted for next year.”

You then stood up and smiled down at him, excitement in your eyes. “Now. One more thing before we eat cake.”

“Oh?” Tom questioned, his eyebrows raised with surprise as well as intrigue.

“Stay here for a moment.” You directed before hurriedly walking to your room to fetch his gift.

After a moment, you returned to the dining table with a pink card in your hands. You handed it to him thoughtfully. “Happy birthday Tom.” You beam, sitting down to watch him open it.

His eyes linger on you for a moment before tearing into the envelope. He pulled out a folded slip of paper and opened it, a puzzled look on his face.

Then his jaw dropped. His face lit up with happiness as he looked up at you, still in shock. “Y/n… you didn’t.” He said in awe, shaking his head.

You bit your lip and nodded excitedly. You had bought him tickets to go to the Super Bowl. Tom had always wanted to experience seeing the game played right before his own eyes, and now he would be able to.

Immediately, Tom stood up and rushed over to you, pulling you up from your chair and into a tight hug.

“I’m guessing this is a thank you?” You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Tom looked down at you, still grinning widely. “I don’t know how else to say thank you. I love you so much darling.” He said breathlessly, kissing your forehead.

“I hope this was a good birthday.” You said sweetly, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“The best. You're amazing.” He said kissing you again, but this time finding your lips against his.

“How about we finish this night by eating my horribly misshapen cake and watching movies?” You laugh against his lips.

Tom lets out a tiny chuckle. “Sounds perfect.”

“Happy Birthday Tom.” You say again, kissing him one more time.

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