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Discography ~ The Songs of Billy Hargrove ~ Season 2 Playlist (by Krissy) more

he has risen! and the He in question is me, a 24 yr old who posts about boys kissing on tumblr .com.

one of my favorite little details (that i really hope was intentional). so the melon already draws attention to itself by being the only fruit, but then having a cauliflower next to it??

melon + cauliflower = meloncauli = mr melancholy

and this folks, is why i just end up ripping all my titles from song lyrics o7

writing is hard but coming up with a cunty title and catchy summary will slay even god's strongest soldier

as a pansexual person, it is soul healing to see all the recent deadpool & wolverine posts grace my feed. because i am getting oodles and oodles of pan rep rn. which is often, in my experience, few and far between!! so i am quite pleased

He's the Knife in Your Back

at last, a buzzer beater to end all buzz beaters, my last bingo post for @harringrovewinterbingo ! this has been such an amazing event ty to all involved this was such a blast :) ok, now onto some freak nasty smut of these idiots-

this is a fill for A1, "gas station bathroom fuck" also on AO3, enjoy!!!

Summary: The winter after the mall fire, the gang finds themselves back in the saddle. The proverbial saddle being Steve Harrington’s car, speeding to Ohio to talk to a scientist who they think can help them solve the suspiciously Upside Down-ish nature of Chrissy, Patrick, and now Fred’s, deaths. Meanwhile, Billy is frustrated, in more ways than one, but not to worry because Steve is there to help him relieve some of that frustration. OR Steve and Billy fuck nasty in a pubic bathroom because Billy’s pent up frustration is annoying the rest of the gang.

✪Rating: Explicit ✪ Word Count: 2948 ✪ Tags: Hawkins (Stranger Things), The Upside Down (Stranger Things), Road Trips, Semi-Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Bottom Steve Harrington, Bratty Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Billy Hargrove, Praise Kink, Degradation, Smut, Angry Sex, Dialogue Heavy

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The wailing wind just barely overshadowed the chatter in the backseat. Steve’s brows furrowed, eyes squinting to see through the white haze. Suddenly, Lucas’ radio crackled and Robin’s scratchy voice surrounded the car. 

“Hey Steve? The snow’s gettin’ pretty bad. Over.” 

“I have eyes , Robin, your point? Over.” 

“Well uh, Nance, Jonathan, and I agree that we should pull over for a bit. At least let the worst of it pass. Plus, we’ve been driving for like, 10 hours. Over.”

“Try two . But yeah alright that sounds fine, we should get gas anyways. Just lemme know what exit we’re getting off at. Over.”

“It’s uhh, lets see- yes Wheeler, I can read the map - it’s uh yeah right where, right where… so we are umm-”

The walkie talkie cracked and shut off abruptly. 

“Robin? You there? Over.”

Steve glanced at Billy, sulking, with his head leaned against the cold window. 

“It’s exit 66, for Catawba-South Vienna. Over.” 

Nancy’s voice cut in, slightly annoyed by Robin’s inability to read a map. 

“Aye aye captain, we’ll see you there. Over and out.” 

***

The kids raced each other to the doors, shrieking with laughter as they tried to escape the whirling snow. Steve’s passenger door slammed shut, shaking the entire car’s body as Billy sauntered away from the car and followed the kids up to the snow hidden pathway. Steve rolled his eyes, imagining the fallout if he dared do such a thing with Billy’s precious Camaro. 

He had no idea what was the matter with him. Not even ten words had been said between them the entire first half of their impromptu road trip, which was fairly unusual for Billy, but like hell he was going to tell Steve what was wrong so Steve was forced to ignore his sour mood.

An older couple’s eyes went as big as saucers as the gaggle of almost ten teenagers scrambled through the doors, talking with one another quite loudly. The younger group snagged a table and continued their chatter, while Nancy led the argument with the older group as they beelined to the self-serve coffee station.

“I’m just worried, what if that scientist lady doesn’t even help! And then we’re almost four hours outside of Hawkins if something goes down back there.” Robin whispered, anxiously chewing on the inside of her lip.

“Also, didn’t we, uh, basically kidnap the knuckleheads over there? And I’m sort of a fugitive. So that doesn’t make us look any better,” Eddie chimed in. 

“Oh, and not to mention that this crackpot may not appreciate trespassers and decide to reach for her shotgun.” 

Billy added, his tone was icy, he was reluctant to join their group but Max was dead set on going and like hell anyone was going to stop her. And Billy felt he had an obligation to her life, so here he was.

“Ok well that’s probably the least of our concerns, I’m more worried that the goddamn mind flayer will come back and finish the job.”

Steve watched Billy bristle at Robin’s snappy comment, then with a huff and a mutter of something under his breath, he spun on his heel and disappeared. 

“Oh- I probably shouldn’t have said that. Sorry.”

“It’s alright, he’s being-” Steve stopped himself, thinking of his next words carefully, “-he’s just extra touchy today.” 

Nancy looked at him, an eyebrow raised. And like some strange version of telepathy, he intercepted the ‘please go calm him down so he doesn’t make us all miserable’ message, pretty clearly from Nancy’s facial expression. He groaned.

“He does seem to like you best.” 

“Yeah yeah, I’m aware . I’ll go talk to him,” and with a sigh he was off, scanning the store for Billy. 

He pushed the door to the bathroom open cautiously, narrowing down that this was the last place Billy could have slunk away to. He was proved right instantly, eyes focusing on Billy as he paced the tiled room, muttering to himself. His curls bounced as he snapped his head towards Steve. 

“The fuck do you want Harrington?” 

“I want for you to untwist your panties, for starters-” 

Billy growled, stalking up to Steve, cornering him against the door, this did little to stop Steve’s accusing tone, only fueling the fire.

“-and then , I wanna know why you have been so fucking agitated lately! Like seriously dude what the hell is the matter with you? The last, like, week has been miserable! I know this whole thing sucks , trust me I do. But that’s no excuse to take it out on everyone else you ass .” 

Billy’s hands flew to Steve’s lapel, shoving him further into the door. Oh now Steve was pissed , no way he was going to start a fist fight with him here . They had far more important things to worry about than whatever pansy bullshit Billy was dealing with.

“What, did Liz stand you up? Or maybe you run out of hairspray? I mean what, honestly, what nonsense excuse could you possibly have for acting like a complete toddler ?” 

“You better shut your smartass mouth Steve, I’m warning y-”

“-oh yeah, right! What’re you gonna do! You gonna fucking hit me? Will that fix the problem?!”

Billy’s eyes went crazy, a laugh bubbling out of him as he pressed Steve into the door, bringing his leg up in between Steve’s, his thigh just barely brushing Steve’s crotch, further pinning him into the heavy oak.

“No no, I’m serious, if that will mellow you out then by all means , swing away man!” 

That comment only earned him a sneer from Billy and another slam into the door, Steve cursed, the door handle pressing into his back. Neither of them said a word, not wanting to brawl in the filthy gas station bathroom, but not knowing what to do next. As if neither of them could admit ‘defeat’ and back down. So they remained staring, their brows crossed and lips downturned. Billy flared his nostrils, both their breaths heavy and hot as they mingled in the sliver of space between them. 

Neither was 100% sure who started it, but there was a silent, mutual understanding as their hands dove downwards. Steve’s fumbling for the door handle and praising all that was holy there was a lock, while Billy undid his belt with one hand and Steve’s with the other. Billy’s fingers laced themselves in Steve’s belt loops, pulling him back off the wall and towards the sink.

“So that’s what it was, hm? That’s why you’re uptight?”

Billy’s eyes snapped up to meet Steve’s, shooting daggers at him. 

“You haven’t gotten your dick wet in a minute and so now it’s our problem?”

“What did I tell you about shutting the fuck up?” 

“Ohh, I’m so scared. What are you gonna do to me if I don’t?” Steve asked, playing coy, his bottom lip catching behind his teeth. 

“You are so fucking dead Steve-”

Billy started, his voice dropping an octave as it trailed off. He flipped Steve, forcibly bending him at the hips over the sink basin.

Steve hummed, “Maybe it’s a good thing I haven’t eaten all day.” 

Billy pressed his hips into Steve’s ass, looking at him in the mirror.

“ God , do you have an off switch?” 

“What? I can’t have a little fun? We are fucking aren’t we?” Steve asked, punctuating his sentence by knocking his ass against Billy, “It’s supposed to be fun .” 

Billy groaned, slowly grinding on Steve through the layers of thick denim. One of his hands had found a nice spot on Steve’s waist, his fingers gripped into the skin. He wasted no time fiddling with Steve’s jeans with his other hand, undoing them the rest of the way and sliding them down along with his briefs in a few quick, fluid motions. 

“Eager. You pictured this before, huh?”

There wasn’t a response from Billy as he shifted his own jeans down just far enough, grinning as he let his cock rest on Steve’s perfect ass. His hand came to feel a circle around Steve’s flank, feeling the soft freckled skin, lightly smacking it and grinning.

“Wow, yeah you have definitely had some sick fantasies about this.”

Billy loomed over him, leaning over and speaking low into his ear. If Steve was going to get all into character and be such a brat , he could play along too.

“And so what if I have? So what if I have pictured fucking you? That turn you on or somethin’?” 

Steve didn’t answer, but his face lighting up pink and his dick bobbing in the air told Billy all he needed to know. He smirked and slid his hand up Steve’s body, hooking his fingers in Steve’s mouth. 

“Suck.” Billy ordered. 

His eyes not breaking contact with Steve’s face in the mirror, watching as he obliged without hesitation. He smirked, slapping Steve’s ass again, leaving a red hand print in its wake, not ignoring the moan Steve let slip from his mouth. 

“Of course you’d like it when I hit you, fuckin’ psycho.” Billy muttered.

“Don’t you get into fights for ki-i-cks-” 

Steve started, abruptly cut off by Billy’s fingers pressing up against the rim of his hole and pushing the first one past, just until the second knuckle, nothing crazy .

“ Jesus Christ , could you warn a guy?” 

“No can do sweetheart, we’re on a tight schedule,” he fished his wallet from his back pocket, and handed it to Steve, “get the condom outta there would you?” 

“Why the fuck would I do that?! You’re going way too fast, jackass-”

Billy pressed his finger all the way in, hard, roughly brushing a sensitive bundle of nerves as he did so. Steve’s breath hitched, his hands stalling as they fumbled through Billy’s wallet for a condom. 

“Hm, I mean, I could go slow. But, do you want the others to come looking for us?” He asked, twisting his finger around inside Steve.

“They’d pretty quickly realize we’re in here, with the door locked from the inside-” Billy continued, his voice smooth but threatening,

“-and fearing the worst-” he slipped the second finger in, relishing in the strangled noise Steve made,

“-they’d break the lock and burst in.” 

Steve let his head fall down, groaning as Billy whispered over him, fingers twisting and thrusting in and out of him, increasing his pace with every word he spoke. 

“And they’d find you, bent over the sink like a two dollar whore, with my dick up your tight little ass.”

He finished, slicking his fingers in and out at a dreadfully fast pace, while Steve did his best to stop a pornstar-esch moan from escaping him.

“You’d hate for that to happen, right princess?” 

Billy removed his fingers, and lined up his swollen cock head, pressing it to Steve’s rim. The skin to skin touch was electric and sent Steve’s heart rate off the charts.

“I’d really hate for all your little friends to see you moaning and shaking-”

“Goddamn, just do it then.” 

Steve’s words trembled out of his mouth, attempting to bring back the bite in his voice but the shaky hand that reached back to hand him the wallet condom was proof enough that he was totally under Billy’s control.

“Ok you asked for it, brat .”

Billy smirked, ripping the package open with his teeth and sliding it onto his cock, sending a silent thank you to whoever invented pre-lubed condoms. He positioned his cock up against Steve again, pressing just the tip into him, watching the mirror fog up as he let out a breathy moan, his face crinkling and jaw falling slack.

“Aww, not even half of it and you’re already fallin’ apart.” 

He pushed in further, almost moaning himself at the feel of Steve’s plush insides. Steve’s hand flung up to cover his mouth, biting down on his forefinger to keep even more pained noises from coming out. Billy stopped there for a moment, kind enough to let Steve adjust to the thick cock pressing inside him.

“Jesus, you done this before or somethin’?” 

Steve didn’t answer, his hips sliding back on their own, begging for more of Billy inside him.

“You little slut…” Billy trailed off, watching Steve squirm. 

“Shoulda told me earlier, I wouldn’t have been so gentle about it.”

Before Steve could throw in another smartass comment, Billy had pushed all the way in, hands drifting to the bend where his thighs and hips met to pull Steve even closer to him.

“Fuck!” Steve’s voice cracked as he yelled, gripping the side of the sink.

“Bet that’ll teach you not be a fuckin’ smartass all the damn time.”

Billy sneered, not giving another second of pause before pulling out and slamming into Steve at full force. The slap of skin on skin echoing in the tiled bathroom as Billy flicked his hips forward at a respectable pace. Steve’s eyes welled with tears, threatening to spill over.

“ Shit , you’re so fucking tight,” Billy gasped, hands migrating further up to Steve’s waist again, “but goddamn you take it so good.”

Steve moaned at Billy’s praise, his hips bucking and swaying his neglected cock. His hand reached for it instantly, smearing the precum around it and pumping furiously. 

“Couldn’t resist touching yourself?” 

Steve just groaned, part in pleasure, part in humiliation. 

“Well if you’re so eager to come then that must mean you want me to go faster, huh?”

Steve didn’t answer. 

Billy scowled, slowing his thrusts to a painfully slow pace, making sure Steve felt every inch of his cock pushing in and out. 

“Hargrove no- please-”

“Please, what ? You didn’t answer when I asked if you wanted it faster, so I assumed you wanted it slower.”

“You asshole I didn’t- that’s not what I meant.”

Billy reached down, snatching the hand Steve was stroking himself with and pinned it behind his back.

“Well you better tell me what you want then, princess.”

“Fuck you.”

Billy smirked, pulling all the way out, leaving Steve gaping and whiny, his arm wiggling to escape. 

“Try again.”

“ Fuck me!” 

Steve all but cried, his head dropping in shame, cock bouncing between his legs. He kicked himself for being so desperate . He couldn’t believe how needy he was, it was humiliating that Billy had turned him into such a whiny bitch.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

Billy smiled, releasing Steve’s hand and lining himself back up, and slowly pushed in until he bottomed out. Steve screwed his eyes shut as Billy went right back to his brutal pace, the tip of his cock grinding against Steve’s velvety walls and pressing into all his sweet spots just right.

“Attaboy, you fuckin’ take it princess.” Billy groaned, his fingers gripping harder into Steve’s waist. 

Steve had wrapped his shaky hand around his cock once more, his hips twisting and bucking into his fist. He yelped again as Billy shifted and hit that perfectly sensitive spot dead on. Billy growled, fucking into him even harder, staying in that spot, watching as Steve’s body squirm with every thrust and his face convulse in the mirror.  “Fuck-fuck-fuck, Billy , fuck-” 

Billy reached a hand around and clapped it over Steve’s mouth to muffle as he screamed, his body shuddering as he shot milky ropes of cum onto the floor below him. He whined through it, voice still dampened by Billy’s hand firmly clasped around his mouth, but getting increasingly overstimulated with Billy's relentless thrusts. 

“Fu-u-u-ck-” Steve warbled, a stutter marking every time Billy pushed his full length into him. 

“Keep takin’ it princess-”

Steve moaned feebly, his arms faltering and his neck giving up on holding his head. 

“And here you thought you we’re gonna do something-” Billy took a panting breath in, “tried to be all bratty-”

His fingers dug little red marks into Steve’s pale skin as he fucked into him with no remorse. He grit his teeth and his eyes screwed shut.

“Shit, Steve -” 

Billy’s own thrusts stuttered and Steve felt an unfamiliar warmth deep inside him as Billy cursed and groaned again, shallowly pushing his cock in and out as he worked himself through it. He caught his breath with loud sighs, his face had turned a splotchy red and he had a sly smile plastered on it. 

Another groan from Steve as Billy gently pulled partially out of his blushed red hole, shoving it in once more just to see the cringe on Steve’s face in the mirror. Before finally pulling out all the way and hastily tying off the condom and tossing it in the garbage bin a few inches away. He slapped Steve’s ass once more for good measure.

His eyes traveled down Steve’s legs as they shook and threatened to give way. His face was a deep crimson, his jeans still down around his knees. He looked totally fucked out, bent over the sink, body trembling with left over pleasure. 

“You gonna be cool now?” Steve asked finally, breaking the silence, his voice wrecked and slightly shy.

“Oh absolutely, totally mellow.” Billy answered, hiking up his jeans and tucking his cock away. 

“Good, I’d be pissed if you were still annoying after all this work I put in.” Steve shot back, again making a poor attempt at bringing back some bite.

“Woah, big talk for someone who can hardly stand right now.”

Steve scowled into the mirror, catching Billy’s eyes. On wobbly legs, he stood off the sink and fixed his clothes, pulling his jeans back into place and running a hand through his hair. Billy grabbed him by his belt loops to pull him once more to whisper in his ear.

“We gotta do that more often princess .” 

american here. i was scrolling and all the sudden comments stopped loading in. i exited and reopened the app… i got a pop up that said it “has been banned in the US”

it’s over chat

saw this beautiful post about a billy steve height diff and it got me thinking:

Imagine Billy, utterly infuriated that Harrington is even slightly taller than him. Sure, the difference is only an inch, but if anything that makes it worse for Billy. Because now he's *almost* there, but not quite. Even with his everyday biker boots he doesn't surpass Harrington. It would honestly be better if Steve was a solid three or four inches taller, than it wouldn't even be a point of contention. But a single inch? Billy would stew in anger about this for months.

Then one day, he rolls up to school with- cowboy boots? Everyone's looking at him kind of funny, because what business does Mr. California have wearing fucking cowboy boots? As if Billy gives a shit, he swaggers up to Steve with this shit eating grin, and that's when it clicks. The substantial heel of these new boots bumps Billy's height up an inch past Steve. Steve is in speechless, he didn't realize heights even mattered past junior high.

But Billy is so damn proud of himself for this stunt, he doesn't even care that these boots cost him a quarter of his paycheck. He's technically 'besting' Steve, and that's all that really matters to this guy.

Steve will never hesitate to use "you're one inch shorter" card.

Billy ends up not waiting till Monday, trying to strangle him on Sunday.

Apple's HWB 2025 Masterlist

Got my fully stamped card in my email today so here's the final roundup from @harringrovewinterbingo! Baby's first bingo went pretty damn well if I do say so myself!

A1- Gas station bathroom fuck: "He's the Knife in Your Back"

C1- Keeping warm: "Hold Tight, We're in for Nasty Weather"

B2- Free space: "Cuter With Something in Your Mouth"

A3- Stargazing: "There's a Starman, Waiting in the Sky"

C3- Outside looking in: "One way, or Another"

(and yes i ripped 80s song lyrics for almost all these titles. except for B2. that's 2000's Nickelback...)

good day gay people on my computer,

i have been on a splendid european vacation for the last week or so but i am pleased to say that i am back in my home in bumfuck USA which is like. sigh. i will mourn you forever, efficient public transit. but also hooray! because now i have time to write! i have also received TWO more bingo cards in my inbox, a harringrove summer themed bingo, as well as a steddie themed bingo! so stay tuned for more stranger things nonsense from me! also maybe some photos from europe? or a little blog post about it bc i had much fun.

ok adios kiddos, xoxo