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“If I can’t make you act like a man, maybe it’s time I made you look like one.”

(aka that one time Neil got sick of Billy’s hair)

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Anyone remember that picture of dacre in a collar ? @denimwrappeddisasters

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Dustin Henderson, Rosie (the horse) Additional Tags: Wild West AU, Cowboys, Cowboy Hats, Deputy Steve Harrington, Mentioned Sheriff Hopper, Prostitute Billy Hargrove, he's a man whore as usual, billy has always wanted to fuck a deputy, Brat Billy Hargrove, he's a bastard in this, Steve is a good guy Summary:

In the dark room illuminated by candlelight, there’s a man in nothing but an oversized white linen shirt sprawled across the bed. He’s leaned up against the headboard, head titled back as he stares at the ceiling. Long blonde curls reach his shoulders, one of which visible above the cloth hanging halfway down his bicep, showing off the tanned skin and toned muscle of his chest and arm. His sun kissed legs are also entirely bare, the shirt just barely long enough to preserve some of his modesty. The man looks down, directly at Steve, and he’s thrown for a loop once again when he notices a lit cigarette between the man’s lips and the bright blue eyes of his fantasy girl beckoning him forward. He can’t move, he can only stare. “Well hello there pretty boy,” his voice is deep, rough from the smoke filling his lungs, “you come knocking for little old me?”

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joy to the world

It’s Christmas morning, and Billy and Steve are up at the crack of fucking dawn to put all the gifts under the tree before Nikki gets up. It’s not hard, considering the size of their family, but if they’re not careful in their half asleep state, it’s possible that they might drop something and wake Nikki up like they did two years ago.

“Daddy! Daddy what was that?!” She had asked when she saw Billy (who had just sprinted from the living room to her door in record time).

“I don’t know bud! I was coming to check on you to make sure you’re alright! Maybe it was Santa, but we’ve gotta go back to bed or else he’ll take all the presents and leave!”

Thanks to Billy’s quick thinking, the magic of Christmas was safe for another year. Even if he did make Santa sound like an asshole.

But does that really matter?

Apparently not if Nikki’s letter to Santa this year means anything.

Dear Santa,

I would really like a game boy and a super soaker and play-doh and polly pockets but most of all I want a dog. A super big super fluffy dog that I can cuddle and take on walks.

Thank you very much.

Love,

Nikki

Fucking precious.

And Steve and Billy have been known to spoil their little girl, so it was to be expected when the two of them stopped by the local animal shelter just a few days after the letter was “sent to the North Pole” to check out the dogs.

So now it’s Christmas morning (five o’clock to be exact), and they’ve got a giant dog bed lying in the middle of their garage, and Billy’s more excited than he probably should be.

“Baby, when are we going to get her?”

“Patience Billy, it’s early. We still have to go back to bed. Nikki isn’t even up yet.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep. I’ve always wanted a dog.”

“Well you’re gonna have to try so Nikki can come wake us up in,” he squints at the clock on the wall, “about two hours. C’mon, the bed is probably still warm.”

Billy let’s himself get dragged back to their bedroom, and he must’ve been more tired than he thought he was because next thing he knows there’s a small, feral child jumping onto their bed and crawling all over them.

“Dad! Daddy! Dad! Daddy! It’s Christmas! Wake up! Santa came!”

“Five more minutes?” Steve mumbles into his pillow.

“No! Get up!”

“Someone’s bossy this morning.” Billy sits up and pulls Nikki in for a hug. “Merry Christmas bud, you’re gonna need to let Dad and I get coffee though, alright?”

“Ok, but that’s it. You better be fast. I’m gonna go wait by the tree.”

“Roger that.”

So they get up. They get coffee. Billy tries his best not to be too excited just yet.

They sit with Nikki as she rips open all her presents and he feels an odd sense of pride in himself whenever a specific gift makes her really happy.

But once she’s done, once the floor is covered in red and green paper, they hand her a final gift.

A little box wrapped in blue paper.

“What’s this?”

“This is a special gift from Daddy and I,” Steve says, “and you’ve gotta open it super carefully, alright?”

“Ok!”

Honestly, she didn’t, but it was cute to see her take her time. She was gentle with the paper, peeling the tape off slowly and pulling back the folded edge gingerly. Once she got through to the box though, she pulled off the lid and—

“A dog collar? Why’d you get me a dog collar?”

And now it’s Billy’s turn to share the news.

“Guess where we’re going later.”

She shrugged, holding up the collar to the light.

“We’re going to the animal shelter bud.”

Her attention flips over to him fast, the collar falling from her little hands, “Really?” she asks quietly.

“Yep! We found a really good dog and she’s waiting for you. After we eat breakfast and get dressed, we’re gonna go get her.”

“*Really?!* tears are welling in her blue eyes.

“Oh honey,” Steve gathers her up in his arms, “what’s wrong?”

Billy kneels beside them and pushes Nikki’s hair out of her face so he can wipe away her tears.

“I’m just—“ she sniffles, “Just really happy. I love dogs.”

“We know you do, bud,” Billy can’t help but laugh a bit, Nikki’s just a really fucking funny kid.

“Alright, enough with these tears little one,” Steve pretends to shake them out of her until she’s giggling and he can set her back down onto her own two feet, “What are we feeling for breakfast this morning?”

“Special waffles? With Christmas sprinkles?”

“A brilliant idea from Nikki Harrington!” Billy yells out, earning more laughter from their curly headed little girl.

And yeah maybe he’s excited for the dog, but Billy had never experienced happiness like he does now with Steve and Nikki on Christmas mornings.

He had never experienced happiness like he does with his family on a daily basis.

He used to hate Christmas songs but now that he’s gone soft--

Joy to the world and all that shit, right?

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“Fuck, Steve. More, please.”

“Don’t think you can handle any more baby.” He’s fucking into Billy at a brutal pace, rocking in time with the music blasting in the car.

“But I -ah- want it baby, need it.”

“Choose a faster song.”

“Can’t,” Billy barely breathes out.

Steve leans down, bends Billy’s leg to the side for a better angle, and with an extra hard thrust he whispers, “Sorry then.”

Billy’s nearly weeping, gasping for each breath, but he still tries to reach into the front seat for a new tape.

“Ff—ah—fuck you,” he says when Steve licks up the column of his throat, slowing him down. He slaps at Steve’s shoulder.

“S-stop it, lemme—“

“Stop?” And Steve, who decides that it’d be fun to take Billy’s words literally, pulls out entirely.

“Fuck shit, no no no Steve, put it back in please please!”

Steve’s laughing above Billy, who’s reaching blindly for Steve’s dick.

“But you just said—“

“Fuck what I said! Give me your fucking dick you asshole!” Billy’s eyes are teary, his voice ragged and rough with want, “Please, baby.”

“Since you asked so nicely. . . “

In one fluid motion, he’s seated fully back inside of Billy, who’s arching up and wrapping his arms around Steve, scratching long lines down Steve’s back.

“Yesss Stevie. More, more.”

“More?”

“Mm hm.”

“You want me to fuck you harder?”

“Yes, baby, yes.”

“Want me to,” Steve rolls his hips, “fuck you deeper?”

Billy groans, “Fuck, yeah I do.”

Steve leans in close again and nips at Billy’s ear, making him shiver, “Want me to make you come on my cock?”

Billy can only whine in response, nodding his head vigorously.

“You’ll have to do one thing for me then, baby,” Steve reaches a hand out to wrap his finger’s around Billy’s throat, “gonna have to be quiet so we can hear the end of this song, it’s a good one.”

Billy swallows, and Steve tightens his grip, his fingers and thumb squeezing down on Billy’s neck. At the same time, he lifts Billy’s hips up to hit just right, and Billy’s wheezing, the sounds wet and choked off. He can feel the blood rushing to his head and his eyes roll back, and he’s throwing his hands out to grip the seats, grab Steve, hold onto anything he can find while his orgasm tears through him.

A few gasping breaths and stuttering thrusts of Steve’s hips later, and Steve’s loosening his hold on Billy, wiping away tears, and pressing his face to Billy’s shoulder.

“You never did change the song,” Steve whisper’s against Billy’s skin, kissing the spots where his fingers were squeezing just moments ago.

Billy snorts, smiles with his eyes closed. Says contentedly with a sigh, “Doesn’t matter. You gave me what I needed.”

“Always do, baby,” Steve lifts his head to kiss Billy’s forehead, “Always do.”

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Hi friends ! There are a lot of you following me now which is super cool and I appreciate it so much so I thought I’d try something new:

Send me prompts and I’ll try to write little things (If you don’t like any of these, that’s ok too, come up with your own ! )

even more random series of prompts

“Or, you know, you can not be boring and help me.“ 

"HAH, you’re as alone as I am!" 

"911? Yes, I’d like to report a loser." 

"See you in prison, pal!" 

"Thank god, I thought you were serious for a second there." 

"That got a lot more complicated than it needed to be." 

"Do I look like a cat to you?!" 

"Know this; I have all the baggage." 

"Time to ruin everything." 

"Did you know you have enough bones in your body to make a skeleton?” (B: “…Please stop talking.”) 

“Well this is a predicament." 

"I built this town with my bare hands." 

"Are you labeling me? And not in the metaphorical fashion, you are literally putting a label on me." 

"Is this what it’s like being average?" 

"That sigh was a lot louder than I intended it to be." 

"Hold me." 

"Hasta la vista, jackass." 

"This can’t be real." 

"I’m a romantic, I know ALL the pick-up-lines. Every single one." 

"Well isn’t this tubular?!" 

"They deny it, but they have no idea what they’re doing." 

"Quick, hide me!”

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joe why

(god bless Denim for the quality meme)

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8 people I want to get to know better

hi I was tagged by @queerharringrove and I’ve never done one of these before so I thought why not?

1. Birthday: December 11th

2. Zodiac: uhhhhh oh no I’m fake gay I don’t know. Sagittarius?

3. Height: Weird

4. Last Song I Listened To: Chateau (Feel Alright) by Djo

5. Hobbies: Reading, writing, and editing dumb things like boys in collars

6. Favorite Color: Black

7. Last Movie I Watched: Frankenstein’s Monster’s Monster, Frankenstein (we support David Harbour III in this house)

8. Favorite Book: The Farwalker’s Quest by Joni Sensel

9. Dream Job: Anything where I can listen to people and try to help them I guess

10. Meaning Behind My Url: BOYS ARE PRETTY AND WE NEED TO MAKE SURE THEY KNOW THAT but more specifically, the Harringrove boys are The Prettiest™️

I, uh, don’t know who to tag because I’m really bad at this so hey @denimwrappeddisasters and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it too??

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Ah ok thank you! All credit to @roseaque and @ihni for the original photo and idea!

so I saw someone post something about this (sorry sorry I forgot who) and I decided that I should probably crop it bc we’re all trash, especially me

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so I saw someone post something about this (sorry sorry I forgot who) and I decided that I should probably crop it bc we’re all trash, especially me

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Just in case anyone else cares about this type of thing, Denim and I decided that today (August 16th) is Billys “official” birthday since he doesn’t have one in the show and he’s a Summer Boy™️

We know this is late but uh. We’ve been celebrating all day with strawberry milkshakes and car shows and we just thought it’d be cool to share in case other people like having a date too !

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hey uh. Some very shameful self-promo here, but I wrote a fic with Italian Steve, in case anyone’s interested in t h a t ?

Billy knowing Spanish and when he is hysterical or angry he speaks fast in Spanish and Steve has to tell to calm down and revert back to English

YES.

Buddy, Billy calls Steve “papi” BEFORE they’re even together and only Max know what it means and about chokes when she hears Billy say it.

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WELP @denimwrappeddisasters 

I don’t write smut. But uh. Maybe I do.

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Steve’s standing just beyond Billy’s legs. He puts one foot forward, nudging Billy’s extended leg until it’s much farther to the side. Sitting himself down on the ground, back against the wall, he‘s just close enough to wrap his fingers around Billy’s ankle. He can hear Billy breathing heavier as the silence stretches. So he breaks it.

“Touch yourself.”

Billy reaches for his zipper, but Steve stops him with more pressure in his grip.

“No. Don’t take anything off.”

“But—“

“No.”

Billy, red faced with arousal, does as he’s told.

He reaches a slow hand down between his spread legs, and presses the heel of his palm against himself. He groans at the pressure, eyes half lidded. With his lip between his teeth, he stares intently at Steve, waiting for him to say more.

“Good. Keep going. Wanna watch you make yourself come.”

“Would rather have you touching me,” Billy starts moving his hand, stroking his visibly hard cock through short pink shorts that Steve loves. Billy always looks good in pink. He’s confident enough to pull it off, keeping level a perfect blend of masculinity and femininity that Steve can never get enough of. And right now, the juxtaposition of soft pink shorts and lean, golden, muscular thighs is enough to make Steve dizzy.

“But you do so good on your own, baby.”

Billy grins wickedly at the comment, rubbing himself faster through the fabric.

“You get off on watching me go solo, huh, pretty boy?” Billy moans loud and dramatic, and even though Steve know’s that it’s fake, the sound goes straight to his dick, “You like seeing me get myself all worked up?”

Steve digs his fingers into the skin at Billy’s ankle, nearer his calf now, until he hears Billy whimper. Until he sees the way Billy’s other leg bends farther away and his hips buck up slightly into his hand.

“You know I do.”

“I know you do. God. I know you do,” Billy breathes. His jaw is hanging open, head tipped back, eyes now closed. A dark spot is blooming at the front of Billy’s shorts, growing slowly with each push and pull of his fingers on his cock.

“Baby, talk to me, what are you thinking,” Steve’s voice is rough, and he can hear Billy’s breath hitch when he speaks.

“About you. Your mouth. Your cock. Your everything. Fuck. Steve, wish you were touching me, I need your hands on me.”

“I’m touching you here,” Steve runs a fingertip along the top of his shin. Billy shudders, but shakes his head.

“Not enough. Need more. Fuck,” his speed has picked up and his hips are moving with his hand in such a way that makes Steve want.

And Steve’s weak when it comes to Billy.

He quietly slides forward, keeping his hand steady on Billy’s leg.

“You want me to touch you?”

“Yes, baby, yes. I need it,” Billy’s voice is quiet and breathy, but oh so desperate, when he says, “Need you to make me come.”

Steve trails his fingers up to the inside of Billy’s thigh, and gets up close to his ear to whisper, “What do we say when we want something?”

“Fuck, please Steve.”

“Please what?” He nips at Billy’s ear, shivering when he whines.

“Please touch me. Please.”

Steve covers Billy’s hand with his own on his shorts. Billy gasps, the hand holding him upright shooting out to grab ahold of Steve’s shoulder.

“Baby baby baby please,” Billy babbles, resting his head against Steve’s shoulder, “please I want more -ah- need more.”

So Steve gives him more, stroking him hard and fast for just a second before he can hear Billy choke on a gasp. His fingers tighten on Steve’s shoulder and his cock kicks in Steve’s hand before Steve can feel the wetness spreading across Billy’s shorts.

Billy’s silent while he comes, while his muscles contract, but as soon as his body begins to relax he lets out a ragged laugh.

“Thought you said you wanted to watch me make myself come?”

“I did,” Steve says, rubbing along Billy and making him hiss, “but you beg so pretty, I couldn’t help myself.”

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hey so I know everyone’s big on bottom Steve recently (damn that sailor uniform) and there’s nothing wrong with that, we love that kind of freedom here, but I just personally would like to point out a list of reasons why Billy Hargrove will always be a bottom in my eyes:

1. He has intense Mickey Milkovich “Liking what I like don’t make me a bitch” vibes

2. Every single intentional scene showcasing his ass (his intro, the “getting ready” before Neil scene, leaving after talking to Karen, etc.)

3. Not all bottoms are super submissive, and I think sometimes people forget that

4. I also think people forget about how Steve was with Nancy? How dominant he was? Because Nancy tended not to act very badass around him unless there was danger, she seemed to let him take care of her and he seemed to really genuinely enjoy taking care of her

5. On that note— Billy needs to be taken care of, and Steve would jump at the opportunity. His immediate instinct is always to protect, and if he were put in any situation where Billy was in danger, he would physically throw himself in front of Billy to keep him safe before he would ever let anything happen to him

6. I see younger, “newly gay” Billy being extra plagued by the guilt of “being a faggot” because not only is he gay, but he’s not even a top

7. Billy’s also internally a soft mama’s boy who is yearning to be held and loved and cared for again

8. Finally, I feel like Steve was brought up with very traditional values and ideals considering his parents’ wealth and standing in the community. He’d be taught that, as a man, he needs to be the “man of the house, the breadwinner” in his relationships. Even though Steve isn’t the type to care about what his parents think, I feel that that would all still be important to him because he would want to be better than his father (i believe Tommy H. actually made a comment about Steve’s mom not trusting his dad)

Sorry for the long post but again! Just my opinions, nothing against anyone who likes bottom Steve, I just feel like we need some more bottom Billy appreciation around here so maybe this post can get some people to hop on that train with me

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gah they made it even better

we lOve and we adOre a Soft!Gay!Punk!Billy

We haven’t seen nearly enough punk!Billy and Denim thinks that needs to change

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So uh I’ve been kinda obsessed with the idea of Billy in collars recently (because, you know, he’s a bottom bitch who would sub SO HARD for Steve “The Hair” Harrington) so I edited a bunch of pictures of Dacre in all kinds of collars because I’m a self-indulgent asshole and I couldn’t help myself

And some lifeguard Billy because. You know.

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We haven’t seen nearly enough punk!Billy and Denim thinks that needs to change

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