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foxydude · 1 year

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I've seen the HarringroveKinktober event (got so inspired !!!) going on and I wanted to make something for today's prompt : sex mirror (NB : English is not my birth langage, I'm a frog mixed with a bear)

Enjoy ~

Weirdly enough, life had been good with him lately. Billy wasn’t used to this kind of treatment ; he considered that life was more or less a hungry bitch that would always come for him, barking and drooling all over the place like a rabid beast, ready to give him what he sowed. But recently, nothing bad happened, maybe because Neil was gone on a business trip with his crew from the power plant (the douchebag bragged about it for a whole week, but man, it really sounded fucking boring to Billy, to think that someone could enjoy hanging out for three days with his coworkers. He wouldn't even go for fucking Disney World).

So, blondie was able to go wherever he wanted, to come home whenever he wanted. Damn, it felt really good to feel free.

And tonight, Billy was going to Tina’s party. The thought of getting drunk to protect his street cred was annoying as hell but free booze is always great and the blond was looking forward to cross Harrington’s path. As he parks on Tina’s lawn, taking the best spot, Billy smiles avidely to his reflection in the rearview, his aqueous gaze shining brightly. He fetches the bottle of cheap gin that a druggie he bribed with codeine bought for him at the store. To be honest, it was more about the gesture than anything else because he knew that the other kids would bring some fancy drinks. And that's what Tina thought since, when she opened the door, her eyes scanning Billy from head to toes, her gaze stopped at the bottle he was holding.

« Hun, you didn’t need to bring that. We have plenty of beer.

— I thought I could be a gentleman, or whatever, said Billy, grinning

— As if you knew how to do that. »

Her smile is cheeky as she invites him to enter. The party is already raging on in the living room, the music loud and throbbing. As soon as they spot Billy’s presence, the boys from the basketball team roar KEEEEEG KING. Some of them already look kind of gone and Billy raises his eyebrow when he notices Harringrove’s presence in the background. The brown eyes shift quickly away, dark eyelashes fluttering, when Billy’s gaze meets them. The both of them, the wild dog and the fading king, had been casually making out for the last three months but Billy wanted it to stay a secret ; for the sake of his streetcred’ or because he didn’t want anymore to go public about his sexual life, he didn’t knew anymore.

But it was working : in the open, they were barely tolerating each other because it was extremely arousing, fumbling at each other’s clothes as soon as they were alone. For Billy who didn’t want anything too personnal, things were just right. Even if sometimes, he had the feeling that Harrington was about to ask him something, his mouth funnily opening before closing again, like a fish drawn out of water. In these moments, Billy went straight to the door. He never was a coward but he didn’t want to aknowledge whatever was lying in these deep brown eyes. So, he always pretended nothing was going on and tonight wouldn’t change anything to his routine.

Parker gives him a fresh bottle of beer that Billy pops open with his lighter. A girl from the cheerleading team (Stacey ? Sandra ? Sonia ?) joins the group, blabbering about how great last practice was. At the corner of his eye, Billy notices that Harrington is shifting uneasily, obviously not liking the praise. Now that his royalty is fading away, he looks kind of uneasy when people tell him about his past greatness. Must be stingy, pretty boy, thinks Billy as he takes a sip of his beer. The crowd around him is swaying lazily, its chatter filling the room with a growing noise.

When the girl finally turns her attention toward him, Billy catches Harrington’s gaze on him behind her back and he smirks cheekily, before lowering himself to get closer to the chuckling maiden (though, he was not sure she really was a maiden). Next time he glances over the has-been king, he sees that his already pale face is growing even whiter, as if he was holding something inside.

« What ? Are you jealous, Harrington ? You wanted Sandy’s-

— Sarah’s, says the girl, her cheeks bright red

— Sarah’s attention all for you ? »

Harrington shrugs and words silently come on his pink lips, obviously meant for Billy.

« Can’t hear you, man. » yells the blond

The fallen royalty rolls his eyes before he reaches to Billy, whispering in his ear and pushing away the golden curls that cover it.

« I said : you and me in the bathroom. Now

— Oh, I like it when you get kinky, answers Billy, his voice low and playful

— Just shut the fuck up, ‘kay. »

Then Harrington just walks away and Billy follows him through the crowd, his eyes set on the brunette’s ass that keeps catching his attention. When they reach Tina’s bathroom, Billy opens the door and makes a galant gesture toward Steve.

« After you, m’lord. »

Harrington narrows his eyes but says nothing, walking inside. When a random guy tilts his heads toward them, Billy barks at him.

« Have you never seen two guys casually taking a piss together ? »

Afterwards, he slams the door shut and is immediatly met with Harrington’s blazing lips capturing his own. His lover pins him forcefully on the wall, grabing him by the collar of his shirt.

« Didn’t knew that jealousy could get you so worked-up, whispers Billy when the tiles of the wall brush against the back of his neck, their coldness making him shuder

— Why are you saying that as if you did it on purpose ? groans Harrington

— ‘Cuze maybe you really are very easy to read.

— And you’re a miscievious hoe.

— Hold on the dirty talk for when we’ll be getting down to business, hun. »

Steve bites his lower lip and Billy knows that his bratting is getting him exactly where he wants to be. Sometimes, he just fools around enough to slip under his lover’s skin, just enough to get his eyes lit with an angry spark that stirs in the deep brown of his gaze. He glances back at him with a teasing grin on his face, holding a pleasured moan when Harrington shoves him against the water bassin. Next things Billy knows, Steve is unbuckling his belt and tying his hands to the faucet. A shiver runs on his skin, filling him with anticipation. He would do anything to get that dominant side out of Harrington, to get the best out of him. It’s a game he likes to play, teasing his lover until he gets forced to shut up.

Sometimes, Harrington plays the same part and that makes Billy crazy with lust

But this time, even if Billy is leading the chitchat part, he knows that Steve is in charge.

Anticipation builts in his stomach when Steve’s fingers dig in his hips and wander to his crotch, grazing it. His lover’s free hand reaches Billy’s curls, grabs them to force him to straighten his head. He feels the brown-haired guy lips brush against his ear as his gaze meets his reflection’s. Steve’s sight behind him gets him hard in an instant.

« You look so hungry right now, murmurs Steve, don’t be loud, otherwise everybody will hear your slutty moans.

— Damn, you look hot when you’re playing the dom part.

— And you’re the worst submissive.

— ‘Cuze, maybe, I’m not really someone who willingly submits to anybody ? »

The blond gasps when his lover’s fingers open his trousers to slide inside. Usually, he’s always the one who asks for his desire to be met as quickly as it is possible ; but Steve is another kind of lover, slower, sometimes gentler. Billy doesn’t know when he began to like this way of doing things. The pace of Harrington’s fingers on the lenght of his dick is teasingly unhurried and the blond can’t help but catch sight in his reflection of how his own cheeks are getting red and redder, still. The vision is somewhat arousing as if he was a mere plaything.

Steve Fucking Harrington’s toy.

He bites his own lips when he feels the brown-haired guy’s cock press against his butt and there’s definitly something that Billy likes in Steve’s possessiveness. His hands are handling him just in the right way, slowly stroking his arousal until the glimpse he catches of himself is blurred by the mist that’s forming on the mirror. Harrington pulls his pants down his knees and Billy sways his ass at him until a forceful hand pulls him down the washbassin.

Next thing he knows is that he could be the sugar melting on Steve’s tongue.

As Harrington eases himself in him, Billy spots his own teary, glassy eyes in the reflection and he moans, offering his rear to his thrusts. He likes the way Steve’s riding him and he bites his own wrist to muffle his groans. His nose brushes past the faucet as he yelps.

« Shhhh.

— Shh...h yourself, retard. »

Steve smiles, and it’s adorable.

Billy feels likes his inside are about to melt and he lets his hips follow the bastard’s rythm as his orgasm builts in his belly, a pool of heat devouring his loins. When he catches sight of the climax coming in Steve’s eyes, the sweet release washes over him. Harrington’s gives one final thrust and comes quickly afterwards, sputtering.

« Well, seems that you still are a king, Harrington, does Billy stutter

— And what is a king without his bitch ?

— Don’t make me laugh while you’re still there, please. »

Harrington pulls out and unties Billy’s hands, his fingers brushing lightly against his skin ; something still waits to be said but it stays stuck in the blonde’s throat. After having put his trouses back up, the brown-haired guy takes his place in front of the mirror, combing his hair and Billy closes his jeans slowly.

« Until next time ?

— Of course, California boy. »

But as the blond opens the door, he catches something in Steve Harrington’s gaze, something that makes him want to fly away.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #harringrovekinktober2k23 #stranger things #billy is a mess #pretty boy #california boy #harringrove ficlet

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foxydude · 1 year

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So, the SADDEST thing happened. I finally found a ST rp forum, wanted to do a nasty Billy and *sob* found out that Steve's player is focused on Steddie. That's not a bad thing actually (I also think that Steddie is a cute ship, even if I'm much more a Harringrove shipper myself) but what I don't like in fandoms (and that does concern every fandom I've been in since I began hanging on the internet) is that shippers tend to be focused on monogamy (aka ideal love ?). So, there are a lot of jealousy problems. So, I don't know if I want to stay on that forum but I wanted to share the story I've written for Billy-boy as it was the first time I wrote in english for a rp forum and I'm quite happy with the story I created for him. And I'm so DESESPERATE for some quality Harringrove roleplaying. I'm so glad, though, that there are so many great things on tumblr. ----------------------------------------------

He should be happy that the grin that shows on his face is still the same, never fully reaching his eyes, as cold and sharp as the deep sea next to which he has grown. At least, the grin allows an external eye to look away from the bruise, tainted with a murky shade of yellow, he has on the jaw.

Great, does Billy Hargrove think, before he puts out the end of his cigarette in an old can of beer that he shoves under his bed (because Neil hates his smoking habit. Just like Neil seems to hate everything about him, actually).

When you get into a fight, no matter who your opponent is, you are still the one to decide how the story will be told. Will you be the sore loser or the troubling adversary who refused to back down, even at the most decisive moment ?

Billy has always made sure everybody knows the answer to that question, despite the bruises that often show on his face. But first of all, he had to be assured that himself wouldn’t be ashamed of these marks : he made them the proof of his pride, the testimony of his fighting spirit.

His grin grows wider, showing the white glistening of his teeth. He likes the way he looks, his blond curls reminding him of something that has trouble to take shape. Sometimes, Billy can still hear the remnants of a laugh, a charming, feminine trill that had stayed with him for the last ten years.

« Baby, don’t forget to wash the sand off your feet before you get in the car. »

It’s only a memory, but it’s actually the sweetest he has in stock, the only one he can remember perfectly because he kept playing it in his head for all these years. Even if Billy forgot how to play nice with other people (who was that kid who used to be friendly toward others, anyway ? Just a ghost from his past), something in him prevented him from erasing this memory from his thoughts.

But it’s easier to act as if it never existed, as if his life began the day his mother disappeared. Easier, also, to act like he is the thoughest guy around, the rudest douchebag who has ever walked on earth. And, man, these things were way easier to manage when he still lived in Cali, even if he already had to babysit the gremlin Neil told him to call sister. Sadly enough, Billy has lived too long on his own to remember what the concept of family could mean.

In Cali, at least, he had friends. Not real ones, of course. But they were fun to mess with, and, sure, the girls were easy when you knew how to handle them. And there was sun, a briliant, devoring sun that kissed his skin all summer and made it look like gold until fall arrived.

In comparison with Cali, Hawkins is just another shity town, a dumpster full of dickheads and stupid cows. How do you want to rule when the only people available are the dullest ones, their faces grey with the lack of sun ? Every time he encounters them, Billy wants to scream because everything in their attitude is so fucking boring. Actually, they should be grateful he showed up around : they could use the entertainment he’s willing to provide them for free.

But it wasn’t always like this.

The corners of his mouth twitch slightly, his smirk threatening to break.

You know it wasn’t always so easy to feel self-confident, do you ?

The question he asks himself brings a bittersweet shadow in his blue eyes.

If he hadn’t gone that far that night, maybe he would still be living in Cali. At least, if he had the courtesy to be wasted, Neil wouldn’t have reacted so harshly. If the memory of the beach is his most precious one, what happened this dreadful night is the worst one he has. Bill can still feel the taste of his own blood in his mouth, mixed with the tears he has shed when Neil had shoved his face against the wall. Max had been woken up by the sound of Neil beating him up and he couldn’t meet her gaze. Because he was weak, dirty, because he was messy.

“You’re no son of mine.” said the bastard, his mouth hard

It still stings.

He takes another cigarette out of his pack, lits it.

Don’t linger on that, you have better things to do, does Billy tell to himself, because if he doesn’t get ready to party, no one will come to look after him anyway

And the smile is back, that smile that could make everythings melt to the ground.

Let’s make tonight better than yesterday.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things roleplay #harringrove #stranger things fandom #harringrove fandom #Billy is a mess #California boy #neil hargrove is a douchebag #give billy a hug

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