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VILLAINOUS VALENTINES || BILLY HARGROVE X STEVE HARRINGTON || ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3 || NSFW 2.2k
cw: stalking, voyeurism/exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, sex toys, dominant bottom billy, mildly dubious consent, pervert steve harrington, cocky billy hargrove, model billy hargrove
beta read by: @bottombillyapologist (tysm 🖤)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
o:|| ~ IT’S A GIVE AND TAKE KIND OF LOVE WE MAKE ~ ||:o
He was watching.
Billy knew he was watching. He was as predictable as the soft creak of the weathered floorboard that accompanied his first step across the threshold of his bedroom, somewhere beyond the soft fluttering of his sheer curtains.
Casting his eyes to the side as he walked towards his bed, Billy tried not to smile as he caught a glimpse of him, half hidden behind the stone statue in the garden. Steve- because it wasn’t hard to find out really anybody’s name or place of work when you had a wallet full of cash- had become something of a toy to him.
Steve didn’t know that Billy knew he was there, of course. No, no. That had been the best part for the blonde.
He imagined a breathless gasp echoing in his garden as he dropped the towel tied loosely around his waist, shower damp skin prickling as it was bared to the air. Steve would be drinking in the sight of him, lip clasped between his teeth all guiltily the way he did when Billy started coincidentally passing by the ice cream stand he worked at in the mall when he went to visit his favorite photographer.
Not many professional photographers would let you drag them into their supply closet for a quick fuck after a session, and Billy had been in a five year dry spell when it came to anything more than casual.
Maybe it was a little fucked up that he knew someone was stalking him and enjoyed it, but Billy wasn’t trying to pretend to be normal. It could’ve been his vanity, his ego, some need to be seen by someone— but he didn’t care why.
Putting on these Friday night shows was the only time he even bothered to touch himself anymore. It just wasn’t the same without his little audience member.
Billy sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching for the rich tub of lotion he kept nearby. He wondered if the anticipation was simmering in Steve’s stomach in the same way it was for him as he scooped up the cream on his fingertips, thick and sweetly scented like white tea and raspberries.
As his fingers swirled the cream over his toned chest, massaging and pressing, leaving tingling little trails in their wake, his body began to wake up in other ways. Billy’s head tipped back, a private smile just for himself spreading across his lips as he let his legs fall open.
The teasing was the best part, but he found himself incredibly impatient for the main course. It had been a long week and he’d been eager for this.
Letting his back hit the wall, Billy slowly trailed his massaging fingers lower as he worked his skin cream in, breath catching in his throat when his fingertips brushed the very top of the thatch of hair between his hips. So close.
Finally, he couldn’t bear it anymore. He needed to get off like it was as important as the oxygen he breathed.
Wiping off his fingers carelessly on the sheets, Billy let his eyes open just enough to peer subtly towards the window once more. There he was, even less hidden than before as his distraction clearly won out over his need to be hidden. That was how Billy had first learned of him after all.
As soon as all of the calendar model’s perfect golden skin was on display, Steve’s blood rushed south and Billy got to see a little more of his admirer as he slipped up.
Though the details were a little fuzzy from here, Billy could see his hand slowly rubbing over the denim of his jeans, pretty jaw dropped just a little as he braced himself against moss covered stone. Fizzling pleasure like fireworks flooded Billy’s body at the confirmation he was enjoying what he saw.
Like he always did.
Maybe one day he’d invite him in. Sit him down in the leather chair in the corner and make him beg to touch the object of his obsession, while Billy took himself apart painfully slow in front of his eyes. Maybe he’d even let him lick his spent dick clean after, just a fleeting taste to drive him wild.
Billy throbbed between his legs at the thought. Fuck, that was enticing. He always felt so boneless and lazy after a good orgasm, cleaning up was a hassle he didn’t always want to bother with. He knew Steve would do such a good job, clever pink tongue catching every single pearly drop like it was a priceless wine he could never afford.
With that image burned into his mind, Billy let his eyes slip shut as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, flushed and weeping where it had risen to kiss the soft skin of his abdomen. If he gasped a little louder than was strictly necessary to ensure the sound would carry through the crack of his open window, that was his own business.
Need scratched up the inside of Billy’s body with fire-tipped claws, a beast yearning to be set free. Tonight wouldn’t be a slow, leisurely show. He needed it too much for that.
A whine escaped him as he rubbed his thumb over the swollen head, ass lifting an inch off the bed as he just barely stopped himself from thrusting into his hand. Fuck. His free hand blindly traveled over the bed until it slipped under his pillow to the place where he’d hidden what he needed for this.
Cool, pink glass brushed his fingers and he smiled as he removed it from its hiding place. Heather had been horrified at the very thought of a glass toy, cringing so hard in the shop despite the salespersons assurance it was solid and completely safe that she’d almost escaped her own skin.
Billy loved it. The temperature, the unyielding nature of it, the heart shaped bumps and ridges that made his toes curl. He lifted the toy to his mouth, opening his eyes just a little as he spit on the flared head of the toy.
He tried his best not to look right at Steve as he lowered the toy, letting it skim over his waiting hole as he spread his legs a little further, chin falling to rest on his chest with a pant as he pushed it inside of himself. A shudder rolled up his spine, tongue damn near falling out of his mouth as it lolled.
The spit wasn’t enough to make it an easy slide, but the friction only made his cock jump in his hold again. He liked it to burn a little so he could feel it later.
Idly, he wondered what Steve was packing. Would he stretch him open like the toy? Make it burn? Or was his proclivity to watch because he was on the smaller side? Did it make him feel inadequate, did he watch because he didn’t believe he could please Billy?
He was sure he could find a way. Size wasn’t everything.
Maybe if his cock was too small to ride, Billy would tie him to the bed. His ankles and wrists bound, laying there helpless and desperate as Billy straddled his face and rode his tongue until his blood turned to lava in his veins and he lost the ability to speak.
It only felt fair. Payment in pleasure for all that Billy had given him over the last six months.
He worked the toy faster as his desperation built, thigh muscles bunching up tight. Another lazy glance under his lashes showed him that Steve’s hand had disappeared into his pants, head pressed against the statue and shoulder rapidly rising and falling.
You wish you were inside of me instead? Billy wondered, before the toy brushed against a spot that had him damn near choking on the moan that ripped free.
Steve’s head dropped the second the sound reached his ears, only for a moment, mouth moving around a word Billy couldn’t make out and hand never so much as pausing its rapid motion. Just the sight of him had Billy going faster, rocking himself down to meet each thrust of the toy to get it deeper but—
Billy whined, annoyed. He was so fucking close but it wasn’t enough. He needed more.
It almost pained him to let the toy slip out of him, cock weeping and angry at the sudden neglect as he used his hands to get to his knees. He was loath to sacrifice his little glimpses of his favorite freak, but… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give Steve something special tonight.
It was Valentine’s Day, and he felt like being nice.
And, he really needed to fucking cum before he exploded.
Billy turned his back to the window, kneeling on the soft mattress holding his weight, and bent over to reach into his nightstand. He might have shaken his ass, just a little. As a treat.
It didn’t take long to see what he was looking for. Bright red silicone and big enough to make his mouth water. He snatched it as well as the tube beside it, impatiently slicking it up just a moment later.
Finally, he thought as he slid down onto the toy, which was tightly held in place by his feet. It left his hands free to brace him against the wall, back muscles tightening under his skin as he began to fuck himself down onto the toy. It was bigger than the other one, enough to almost hurt, but he relished in it.
Once he was sure he wasn’t going to topple over, he removed one of his hands from the wall and dropped it to pinch at his nipple, head falling loosely back on his shoulders as he let out a litany of curses.
Had Steve fully come out of hiding now that he thought Billy would be oblivious? Or was he still being careful? Maybe he was even taking pictures…
That thought shouldn’t have been appealing at all and yet it had him rocketing towards the edge, probably forming a puddle on the sheets where his bobbing cock drooled endlessly. Quiet enough to not be heard from outside, Billy tried letting Steve’s name mingle upon his pitchy moans and heavy breathing. He liked the way it dripped from his tongue.
In fact, he liked it so much that he made an incredibly risky decision. One that had the chance of scaring off his skittish little bunny for good.
But his orgasm was creeping up on him, he felt drunk on the endorphin rush, and he wanted more next time. He wanted to be touched. Wanted Steve to get on his knees and beg for the privilege to do so. Even the thought was…
His body trembled, hand shooting down to stroke himself one, twice—
It crashed into him like an ocean wave, Billy’s hips dropping down as far as he could take the toy as he clenched tight and let out a near wail of Steve’s name. It trailed off into a sob of a moan, back bending and body shuddering violently as he painted the wall with his release.
Did he imagine the startled sound behind him? His brain was swimming as he struggled to catch his breath, barely able to muster the energy to lift himself off of the toy and let it fall to the bed. He angled his body as he flopped sideways, landing on his back with his legs splayed, one dangling off the bed.
He wanted to look, see if he’d scared him off. But he felt like his muscles had been reduced to pudding and he really needed a minute to reattach himself to reality.
A minute felt like a week before he could drag himself into a sitting position, wincing at the stab of soreness that would haunt him deliciously tomorrow. He pulled himself to wobbly feet, stretching out his body as he stumbled his way towards his window.
Steve stood wide eyed in the same place Billy had last seen him, lips parted and face bright red as Billy hit a button to flick on his pool lights and effectively illuminate him. He had a dark patch on the front of his pants, which made Billy lick his lips as he fought back a smirk.
He was looking at Billy both like he was the most alluring and most terrifying creature he’d ever seen. It absolutely didn’t make the blonde preen.
His bunny shuffled in place, looking like it was taking every ounce of strength he had not to run. Billy lifted his fingers to his mouth, kissed them and then winked as he pressed them against the window.
Steve jolted, lip sucked into his mouth and looking for all the world like he forgot how to blink.
Billy took a step back, reaching out to either side of the window to grab onto the edges of the curtains as a broad smile broke out onto his face. “Happy Valentine's Day, sailor boy.” He called out, watching only long enough to see Steve’s face slacken and go impossibly more red before pulling the curtains shut with a flourish.
Perhaps he’d indulge in a little bit of ice cream tomorrow.
He’d certainly worked up an appetite.
#billy hargrove#steve harrington#harringrove#billy x steve#stalker steve harrington#model billy hargrove#harringrove smut#stvillainousvalentines#billy antis dni#don’t like#don’t read#cw stalking#Spotify
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Ramble I wrote about “what if Stanley was deaf” taken from my Instagram and copy pasted onto here so I can look it up later
Anyway whenever I think about Stanley being mute I always think about the fact(? Could be wrong in this) that most people who are mute are actually deaf...
And I keep thinking oh how fun it would be if Stanley was also deaf ?? Like the narrator tries to speak to him for ages, like multiple days only for Stanley to fuck around and be confused as he walks wherever he wants to.
The narrator obviously gets peeved, so has to actually go down there and sign directly to Stanley for him to hear his monologues!! It's an excuse for them to both be in the same physical space me thinks.
Just like, the narrator angrily signing at Stanley, and they guy just closes his eyes, or he just starts turning away in a circle as the narrator turns with him trying to make him see his signs.. it's a silly idea to me. I don't think I'll have it in my little version of them but I do THINK about it a lot
On a more homosexual note, I can imagine that Stanley would one time be pressed against the narrator and feel the nice rumble in his chest while he spoke, how he can distinguish the different vibrations when the man is speaking lowly, and when he's speaking normally.
Probably interested in it, presses his hand to narrators back just to "listen" to it as they walk through the office, presses his hand against his ribs to feel it better maybe. Makes Stanley’s fingers feel numb and a slight buzz in them when he takes his hand away from the older man.
Just a silly idea I had to FINALLY write down after thinking about it for ages phew...
#tsp#I guess I don’t rlly want to tag this but sigh#don’t read#not very smart but people say as much?#tsp stanley#tsp narrator
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Getting called cringe by a Lucemond shipper is fucking wild. Baby don’t throw stones in your glass house.
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Why do so many people act like the atlas six is some god tier book??? Genuinely it’s the only book to have ever made me angry because of how badly it executes a brilliant idea. The world seems fascinating and it has so much potential and some interesting elements of plot that are disregarded in favour of who wants to fuck who, I came here for some dark academia urban fantasy not love island!
#mini rant#rant post#books#the atlas six#the atlas paradox#bullshit#rage#bad books#fuck this#booklr#everyone acts like these are the best books in the last 10 years and there shit#they are terrible#pure internet hype#urban fantasy#dark academia#book recommendations#book reccs#don’t read
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Follow to that I’m old tech post memory post. above this. But fr y’all prob to be fair yall grew up wit the vibe of “I ant cool, if no likes or followers”. So all y’all ran to those computer and got hella whiz savvy at creating mass about of fake account that look flawslt real, automatic authentic stories, followers that no not over lap bad real content via legal loopholes or agreements between platforms.
Like 4rl like after MySpace which I kinda trived emo with. Had to wait like couple years to get a college ending email address with .edu at the to get Into fb. Which was sight at first.
Kids now know how to toss spy ware warily through ant platform or app. Pretty sure someone I highly respected and loved got me with that medicine. I mean fr u spoke about a ppulr twitch. Seen traces to GitHub lamo bruva u tech af abc bets say yos friends is up there too. But honestly idk anything. Something think you’re a poet, pseudo writer, exactly like me with addiction sometimes. Idk. Wish I knew kinda bc bet we could’ve done some fun shit combining skills. Instead I couldn’t escape my head. COVID fog and yadayaysyz u know bs excuses whatever. K lol swap thoughts. K all good. Back to my wanna be riddle thing imma post and hide somewhere. Maybe brings joy or idk to someone
Stoked for two more gens below me. See what kinda fury they bringing into yo lives. Like who copying the most fake AI robo friends or hackin your flying Tesla to eat dinner on the moon with their romance crush who isn’t human. Hacked soul who been long dead.
Súper non readable illiterate typing rn. Bc any trying have anyone really ready it.
Deleting this post tomorrow lol like why am I affixed blogging now ha wtf. Tryin pull back on addictions.
#weird thoughts#I ant nerdy or tech savvy now.#I’ve been surpassed hard#whatev loved island like for 3 years in the price.#average mbps was like 3 in and out haha#damn I need more pages no bot be digging on or mutual that secretly tryin hate idk#don’t read
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I took a nap and woke up and within minutes went through such a range of emotions you know like: sad, cranky, longing, jenga, wanting to be held, caressed, kissed, wanting french fries, sobbing, it’s too hot in this room, wanting to go home, aching, guilty, cigarette, tummy ache, smudged glasses, lost sock, craving my things, hating noise, having my brain replay that over and over, hearing it, not saying it back, I didn’t tell anyone, about that, wondering, that look, red-faced, doubt, where can I get that melted butter from movie theaters, cause it’s different from regular butter, I’m not even sure it’s butter, there’s nothing sweet to eat here, I miss familiar smells, and my candles, these blankets don’t feel right, they aren’t mine, they don’t feel right, I don’t feel right, I can’t cry, everyone will hear, everything gets heard, there’s no fucking privacy here, leave me alone, are they okay, are they getting loved on, I miss them, it’s been awhile since I’ve had banana bread, I made it for your mom, cause she had never had it, but I don’t like it with nuts, I don’t like anything with nuts really, I don’t like nuts (ha), except cashews, I could make latkes, sour cream, too similar, never mind, the water’s different here, there’s nothing in the fridge for me, I don’t think you’ve watched that yet, why, are you waiting, is that hope, what are you thinking, what am I thinking, full moon tonight, makes sense, my face gets so red when I cry, makes my eyes look blue, they aren’t though, they’re just hazel, but they’ve only ever been called brown over there, which always rubbed me the wrong way, it was one day after, not that that ever mattered but one day after, remember when I flushed my first ring down the toilet years and years ago, well I kept yours, after you threw it, and I found it, funnily enough, as I was packing, of course, because it was misplaced for years, but these things always turn up, everything always does, you know I thought about if you were able to brush your teeth, those nights, I didn’t know, how those things worked, but I hoped you were able to, even that night, the fan in here doesn’t make the same noise as the one at home, which I think is partly why I can’t sleep, never an apology, I never got one, never, except when you said that, were you lying when you said that, were you lying when you said it was a joke, not that I care, not like that, I just would want to know, I hoped you would, cause it would be so much easier then, and hurt less than this truthfully, anxiety, oof, stuffy nose, I worried, which was insane but I thought maybe, and I worried, not that I would tell you, rambling, constant, I wish I could turn my brain off, for a little, oh day by day, and no more naps, because I’ve never been a good napper.
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** Personal post **
If my mother picks another fucking fight about my friends and their gender I swear to god I’ll knock her the fuck out.
She has intentionally disrespected TWO of my friends today by flat out misgendering them on purpose because apparently her “god” says it’s okay. Fuck all of it.
My friends are more family than my family is.
My friends have let me speak with them about anything, say anything to them, they don’t fucking ignore me when I’m around, they don’t tell me to shut up because I’m annoying them, they don’t tell me that I need to find something new to enjoy so that I can leave them alone about this one thing, my friends don’t tell me that my problems are all because they prayed I wouldn’t fucking find happiness until I worshipped their god. My friends have yet to fucking tell me “I honestly can’t tell where I went wrong. Was it not beating you enough or giving birth to you?” My friends haven’t ripped into me bc they’re having a bad day and then gaslit me because of how they reacted. My friends haven’t made fun of me for my aspirations. My friends respect me and I never have to wonder where their intentions are in a conversation or what their end goal is. But I fucking do with family.
Misgendering and deadnaming someone is so fucking disrespectful and yeah, mom, I get fucking pissed about it because not only am I passionate about my friends and I love them like no other, but it also hurts because I know you’ll never correctly gender me. In private or face to face. Sincerely your AFAB kid who prefers masculine pronouns to feminine ones and despises their fucking body because it has never felt right. But at least you and your god are happy.
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i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.
#i love reading your examples! however next person to be like um actually this exists?? it’s on sight#i know it exists. i think it’s fun. that’s why i think more people should do it.#sometimes i think the confessional style loses impact because everything has to be excavated from the depths of the soul#and somehow. confessional writing seems to be going with the most disaffected bland sound possible. odd.#i love deeply personal songs! i love when songs sound like they mean something to the artist!#something something wider issue of mining trauma and being performatively vulnerable for quote unquote content#idk i don’t have the actual knowledge to write about this well there’s just something not landing for me recently#mine
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god imagine logging on one day and learning:
the amv you made for a relatively niche ship a couple years ago has gotten a huge spike in views out of nowhere
a massive youtuber apparently stole it to put in his video essay because he just couldn't be bothered to watch the actual show???
the only reason people know about this is because some guy dedicated half of a 4-hour long video essay to calling the guy out for never having an original idea in his life.
like genuinely. how do you even begin to react to that
Edit: I am not the op of the amv!!! That is someone else!!! Please don’t spread misinformation!!!
Actual op’s (who is not me) reaction to this:
id in alt text
#hbomberguy#james somerton#nifty’s junk#pls read the edited part I don’t want to get a callout post over this 😭
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Please cum bounce on it i really want you to go 100% on it
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another cool thing is when you devour a book over the course of a handful of hours and it fucks you up and you just have to lie on the couch feeling like your brain went swimming for too long & only just came up from under the water. art is so good
#musings#i missed reading things…#more specifically. things not for class#things i don’t have to write essays on. those things
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absolutely kills me when people are like “oh, but without police, who will manage the traffic?” as if traffic management requires a license to kill
#please don’t read too hard into this i’m not trying to like#this is not a comprehensive examination of this issue
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walk with me, walk with me yall….
#i know it’s hard to read im sorry#i don’t think about my comic format until i draw#and it doesn’t make sense#my art#fan art#art#illustration#my art!#rarishy#fluttershy#rarity#mlp g4#mlp fanart#my little pony#my little pony friendship is magic#mlp fim#mlp fan art#mlp friendship is magic#character design#character redesign
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I would give the entire planet to the right person. I just keep running into the wrong person
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Oh. God.
#uni talks about the universe#april 13#april 13th#homestuck#neil banging out the tunes#it’s arguably a double whammy#I keep forgetting tumblr holidays#I need a calendar for tumblr holidays#TUMBLR SHOP IF YOU ARE READING THIS#I HAVE COPYRIGHTED THAT IDEA SO YOU CANT MAKE ONE#FUCK OFF#I don’t like tumblr shop if you can’t tell
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Don’t read the tags, seriously, very sensitive
#go away don’t read this this is just for me go away go away#don’t read this#don’t read#go away#my suicidal thoughts are back with a vengeance#I don’t know how much longer I can do this#no one can help me I’m all alone#nobody I know understands#I don’t know how to exist I can’t do this anymore#I don’t want to fight anymore#I have nothing left#I belong dead in a ditch#worthless worthless worthless useless worthless garbage
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