#i have softer stuff to post later but i wanted to get this trainwreck out of the way

[debitchery]

Ummmmm, the first thing I could think of as prompt is like. Tiny dick Steve, yes, nothing will ever be enough. Billy tops if you want. You can also add humiliation, feminization, Steve wearing panties/skirts, the whole thing. But if you don't want to, just tiny dick Steve is just fine :)))

listen, tiny dick steve is my darling boy and i Love him. i owe @billys-hard-grove my life for starting to talk about him because there is never a day where i don’t think about steve having a cute itsy bitsy teeny weenie.

thank you for sending this in

(i’ll also make it a modern au bc why the fuck not lmao)

((it’s also gonna be done in bullet points bc i don’t wanna stress myself out))

so they’ve been dating for a while already and steve’s not really embarrassed of his size any more

(unless that’s the kind of ‘game’ him and billy are playing, where billy humiliates him + calls his prick tiny and useless to make steve blush real deep and his eyes water as billy fucks him like it’s his job)

at this point, they’ve already started to dive into steve’s thing for feminization: billy talking about how wet he gets, billy calling his ass a ‘pussy’, billy calling his cock a ‘clit’, etc

and they’ve both realized that they really really get off on that whole thing

so one day they’re screwing around in steve’s parents’ room just to pass the time until billy has to head back to his house for the night, and billy is being his normal kinda weird, kinda nosy self and is snooping through his parents’ drawers. he keeps joking around like “what if i find your mom’s vibe or something? oh, or what if your dad keeps a stack of hundreds in here? do you think they’d notice if i stole them both?” and steve aggressively ignores him, lounging on his parents’ bed and scrolling through instagram.

he ends up half a year down on some cute guys profile trying hard not to accidentally double tap anything when he realizes that billy has gone pretty damn quiet, which is never a good thing

he glanced up to find billy smirking down at his hands, which were holding a pair of silky pink panties that must belong to his mother and initially he’s weirded out, of course:

“dude, put those back!”

“what’s the matter harrington, not a fan of a good ol’ fashion panty raid?”

“not when it’s my mom’s panties that you’re raiding!!”

then billy’s walking towards him with the thing and he’s still smirking, but now it’s directed at steve and, well, steve has always been kinda weak for that look in his eye.

“maybe you could… put them on-

“what the fuck, billy!! don’t be fucking weird, dude-”

“it’s not weird, stevie. they’re washed and all that shit so they’re basically like brand new!”

“that is absolutely not how it works!”

steve really tried to put up a fair fight but honestly, the more he thinks about it, the more he really wants to try them on

so he does, he shimmies out of his skinny jeans and makes billy turn away, much to his boyfriend’s dismay

“it’s not anything i haven’t seen before, babe-”

“i don’t give a fuck! turn around or it’s not happening, hargrove!!”

once they’re on, he takes a second to really look down at himself. he’s not actually that hard yet so he can’t see much of his dick at all yet. tiny curls from his bush are poking through the fabric and the elastic is digging into his hips in a way that should probably be uncomfortable for him, but instead it only adds to the intense heat he has building in his gut.

he reaches down tentatively to cup the front of the panties, just taking a moment to really take in the situation. If he moved the right way the head of his cock moved against the fabric like a perfect tease of almost-there friction. the feeling of silk and lace against the most sensitive part of him was nice, a lot better than he was expecting if he was being honest. he gently pressed the heel of his hand down over his prick and he couldn’t help but gasp. the fabric rubbing just right and he can feel himself start to thicken as he moved his hand in tiny circles.

he started getting so distracted in chasing his own pleasure, he was caught off guard by billy suddenly kissing him roughly and leading them back towards the bed. the next thing he knew, he’s laying back and billy was batting his hand away to replace it with his own.

billy quickly started running his mouth and reaching into the panties until he hears them start to stretch out and steve let out a loud gasp. he roughly strokes his thumb along the little bit of shaft that steve has, and leans over him to bite at his throat.

“fuck baby, i knew you’d like this. such a messy little slut.”

“you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”

“you like when i rub you off like this, pretty boy?”

annnnd i’m gonna be a tease and stop writing here for now so that you could imagine your own ending! (in all honestly i’m just too exhausted to continue this and i lost my muse for it at this moment in time. idk i’ll probably do something actually in fic form for this later but here you go!!! enjoy it!!!!!!)