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At some point they forgot if they were fake dating for perks or perk faking for dates

For @harringrovesummerbingo B3: Fake dating for perks

Finally finished this beast (it took me forever!!T^T) and now Tumblr makes zooming all blurry all the time.. =( I hope you can see it fine, I failed to fix it...)

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- "Why are you so maaad pretty boy?"

- " Gimme a break Hargrove…"

I’m pretty sure Steve is jealous for another reason…

PS: That’s why I don’t like drawing Billy smiling, It’s really bad T_T

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Saw a post that made me think of Billy.

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This is my dream for S5

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Or

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this is the only acceptable sketch i have in my silly lil old folder so I figured I'd share it hehe new content?? soon?? maybe!

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Another WIP- still not quite happy with this one. I’ll try and edit later!  Um, btw… Hold Me Now by the Thompson Twins is a total harringrove song. 

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I was bored

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This sight alone made billy wake up from his eternal slumber. Later he'll tell steve

"Your slutty ways have brought me back to life, pretty boy. Don't ever underestimate the power of that juicy peach."

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Cum on Feel the Noize (REVAMPED)

harringrove | E | 1746 words | Rockstar!Billy/Novelist!Steve AU

*This fic was originally published June 24, 2022. So, I thought I'd christen this blog with a rewrite. I haven't written fanfic in a long while, so I'm a little rusty.*

Steve was lounging across the sofa in the in-home studio Billy had put in when they bought the house. He was scrolling through Billy's social media, sifting through his new posts. It was something he found himself doing a fair bit the last few days. Only in his downtime, when he had nothing to keep himself busy, and the reality of just how much he missed Billy hit him.

Steve had never been down here without Billy before. It was Billy's space, his place to work and express himself through his music, and Steve respected that. It wasn't something he ever wanted to impair. So whenever Billy holed himself up in the studio, Steve made sure to stay out and busy himself with things around the house. Then, he would sit down at his computer and start some writing of his own.

His eyes were growing heavier by the second and before he knew it, his hand was falling slack at his side, an image of Billy mid-song, looking so happy and in his element still displayed on his phone screen. The time in the top lefthand corner displaying the witching hour.

Steve doesn't even remember closing his eyes. But when he wakes it's to the feeling of warmth and someone's body covering his own. He stirred, hands falling to Billy's waist. His grip tightened as a shudder wracked through him at the heat of Billy's breath on his neck.

His head lolled back to allow Billy more room to kiss along his neck. And his cock twitched with want, pressing uncomfortably against the inseam of his jeans, as it filled out.

"Fuck, baby," Billy murmured, kissing and suckling at the soft skin of Steve's neck. He leeched at the skin, marking the flesh with a deep purple love bite, staking his claim for all to see. "I missed you so much."

Steve flushed as a crimson blush tinted his cheeks and chest. He hummed, licking his lips. He could get used to this, waking to the heat of Billy pressed against him. He was good at this, making Steve want him.

Billy licked at the flesh, alternating between sucking and licking, as he continued marking the skin.

It sent a thrill of desire up Steve's spine. He could practically feel the blood rushing to the surface, the start of a hickey forming where Billy's lips had been.

He melted into Billy's warmth, heart clenching in his chest as he was overcome with emotion. Billy was so close, weight settling into him, the heat of Billy's body flush against his own.

Yet Steve still yearned.

He buried his face in the hollow of Billy's neck and took in a deep breath of air. Billy's scent, tantalizing and sweet, mixed with a faint hint of musk filled his nostrils.

There was nothing better than this. Steve was willing to bet money on it.

His cock had come to full hardness, prodding against Billy's leg.

Billy chuckled, licking a stripe from Steve's clavicle to the shell of his ear.

Steve groaned, dropping a hand from where it rested on Billy's waist, and delivered a hard blow across Billy's ass. "Don't laugh," he reprimanded. "I missed you, too. I can't help the way my body reacts when you're around."

Billy cooed as he pulled back to meet Steve's piercing gaze. Their eyes, both dilated with lust, met. "I know, pretty boy. I know," he affirmed, rutting his hips so that his own hardened length rubbed against Steve's. "You gonna ride, baby?"

The thought of that had Steve's eyes rolling back in his head. There were no words to describe just how badly he wanted that. He pulled Billy close, taking his lips in a heated kiss, he explored Billy's mouth with his tongue, the taste of coffee erupting over his tastebuds.

After a few minutes Billy pulled back, he rested his forehead against Steve's, hot breaths fanning Steve's face. Then he was pulling back, throwing himself in the empty seat beside Steve. He looked almost nervous. Billy rarely got nervous. He was someone who rolled with the punches, someone who marched to the beat of his own drum, took pride in his art, and was confident in almost everything.

Steve pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Billy?" he said, taking Billy's hand in his, he traced the back of it with the pad of his thumb. "You all right, baby?"

Billy sighed, giving a little nod as he melted into Steve's touch. "I'm fine, pretty boy." He sucked in a deep breath as he pulled out his phone and pulled up the Files app, he opened up an MP3 file and passed the phone over to Steve. "Wait!"

He jumped to his feet and jerked up a pair of headphones from a rack near the control panel. "It's an earbuds kind of song," he said in lieu of explanation. "And that's coming from me."

Wordlessly, Steve connected the headphones to the phone and placed them over his ears.

Billy fell back into the empty spot beside Steve and patted his lap. Steve smiled to himself as he stretched his legs out across Billy's lap.

He casted his gaze down to the phone, still open on the MP3 file, so aptly called Orgasm Addict.

That you are, he thought.

Steve pressed play as he leaned back against the backrest of the sofa. A soft instrumental hit his ears, and he closed his eyes. It was nice. But it would no doubt break off into one of the more intense, bass-centric, and drum instrumentals Billy was most known for.

The intro lasted all of thirty seconds before it broke off into more rock-heavy production, much like Steve had expected. The guitars kicked in, then the drums, and not soon after, Billy’s voice filled his ears.

Well, you tried it just for once Found it all right for kicks But now you found out That it’s a habit that sticks And you’re an orgasm addict You’re an orgasm addict

Maybe Steve was more than a little biased, but it was good. It wasn't anything new for Billy. He was synonymous for his his blunt lyrics, and though he didn't make a habit of it, his songs about sex tended to be more titillating than most.

Steve's eyes met Billy's. They held each other's faze for a few long moment's. Billy watched Steve somewhat intensely, worrying at his bottom lip as he anticipated what was to come. Good or bad, he didn't know.

Then the second verse hit and Steve nearly choked, fumbling with the phone as it threated to fall from his grasp. He caught it, eyes set wide in awe as a chorus of loud sensuous moans filled his ears.

Fuck.

He knew those moans. There was no mistaking them. Not when they were his own.

His eyes clouded over as he tried to reel back the initial shock as images started flashing before his very eyes. He bit his bottom lip as his cock began to stir once more.

Images of him on this very couch, straddling Billy's lap, back arched and head thrown back in pleasure as he rode Billy's length. The drag of Billy's cock dragging against the walls of his ass he bounced up and down at a steady but brutal pace. Arms wound tightly around Billy's neck, he could feel everything.

He'd been moaned like a bitch in head, Billy's name falling from his lips like a solemn prayer.

"I'm gonna come!' Steve moaned. With a roll of his hips, he pushed himself down to the hilt on Billy's cock. "Fuck, baby."

With a few more thrusts, cock punching against his prostate, and the drag of Billy's cock against the walls of his hole the tell-tale heat of his oncoming orgasm built in the pit of his stomach as his own dick jerked from where it was slapping against Billy's stomach. With a shout he was coming, painting Billy's stomach in thick ropes of jizz.

As Steve's cock began to soften and he stopped moving, Billy took it upon himself to pick up the slack, thrusting himself, taking up a slow and languid pace as he sought out his own orgasm. He groaned as Steve's walls clenched around his cock.

"Such a good, pretty boy," Billy whispered against the shell of his hear.

Steve whined, heaving a contented sight, even as the feeling of overstimulation set in. He didn't complain, or ask Billy to stop. The thought never even cross his mind. He just clenched his hands, nails digging into the flesh of Billy's back as soft mewls and lazy moans fell from his lips, and Billy continued fucking into him.

Soon Billy's own orgasm was building in the put of his stomach and he was quickening his thrusts. Then he was coming, Steve's name falling from his lips like a growl. As he filled Steve's hole with his hot spunk, his hands gripped the mounds of Steve's ass in an almost bruising hold.

Steve was blushing all over. His face and chest tinted crimson as the song started fading out. He pulled the headphones off from over his ears and dropped them into his lap. His heart beat an emphatic beat against his chest.

His turned his gaze up to meet Billy's, who was no longer nibbling at his bottom lip, but was now looking back at Steve with a devilish glint in his eye and a shit-eating grin pulling at the corners of his lips. "So?" he drawled. "What do you think?"

Steve looked wrecked. He can’t believe he got all hot and bothered over a song, but that was the hold Billy had over him. He moved, climbing into Billy’s lap so that he was straddling him, pressing his hard-on against Billy’s stomach as he took him in a less than gentle kiss. “Still more tasteful than a sex tape,” he murmured, rolling his hips. “Now everyone’s gonna hear what I sound like getting fucked.”

“And they’ll know only I get the pleasure of making you moan like that,” Billy replied, hands falling to Steve’s hips. “You’re mine, pretty boy.”

Steve licked a stripe up the lobe of Billy’s ear. “All yours, daddy.”

A shudder wracked through Billy as he tightened his hold on Steve’s waist. “And don’t forget it,” he said, pulling Steve in for another kiss.

Steve sighed against his lips. "Now, are you going to fuck me, or what?"

I'm testing out X and Bluesky to see which one I prefer. If you're 18+ and on X or Bluesky, let me know. I'm looking for mutuals.

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Billy and Steve, but as college roommates

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insp.

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What if… Billy survived at the battle of Starcourt, he saved El and the rest of the groupe, El saved him when he was under the mindflayer’s grip, Billy would probably have perished anyway if El hadn't brought him to himself cuz he would have be still connected to him :(

No words exchanged after all that, just an embrace.

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y'all, i NEED you to keep writing harringrove. i need the art, the video edits, the cosplay. we are still THRIVING in 2025. let's keep going all through the end of stranger things. those gay gay gay homosexual characters deserve it.

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‪BABY WE NEED TO TAKE HIM TO THE VET‬

The idea belongs to @leocheg you are my saviour for today!💖

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