Steve stumbles and almost crashes face-first into the ground when his foot catches on a gnarly tree root he didnāt notice in the weak light of the setting winter sun.
āFuck,ā he breathes, not daring to curse the way he wants to, which is loud and angry, and a bit fearful too. What the flying fuck did Dustin think he was doing when he stormed out of the Byersā house, angry and upset, and straight into the woods surrounding it.
The fucking woods.
Did he not hear about the containment breach at the lab in the news? How could he not? They broadcast it on WSQK and local TV. Hell, there was even an announcement by Principal Higgins this morning during homeroom. He canāt imagine they didnāt do the same thing at Middle School.
But an experimental animal on the loose apparently cannot stop Dustin Henderson from ā¦ whatever the fuck is going through his head. Steve doesnāt get it. But that doesnāt mean he can just abandon the kid.
So, heād crashed into the woods right after Dustin, still catching glimpses of his fleece-lined denim coat in the underbrush at first, but losing sight of him completely soon after.
He doesnāt know what kind of animal has escaped the lab, can only hope itās not one of those hellspawns the kids call Demodogs. Because if it is, his ass is grass.
Longingly, he thinks about the nail-spiked bat in his trunk. The one he already used to beat more than one of these monsters to death and still didnāt think to grab before following that dipstick Henderson into the woods.
Fuck!
Heās ready to throw all caution to the wind and yell the boyās name at the top of his lungs, when he hears it: The faint sound of Dustinās voice, pleading and scared, and still much too far away for Steveās liking.
He doesnāt hesitate for a second, dashes off and in the direction of the voice. And heās getting closer, can make out the boyās words. The shaky little āPlease, donāt hurt meā. The āI didnāt knowā and āIām sorryā.
Steve crashes into the clearing and stumbles to a halt when he takes in the scene.
Dustin is on his knees, his hands raised in a placating manner and in front of him ā¦
Itās not an animal, that muchās for sure.
Steveās staring at the back of what appears to be a man wearing a heavily stained hospital gown. His hair seems to have been shorn short a while ago. Thereās the beginning of curls on the back of his head, pressed flat against his skull, looking matted and dull.
His naked arms are pale and covered in gnarly white scars. Steve can see it because the hospital gown guy raises his hands as if to strike. And only then does Steve notice the glint of metal reflecting the rays of the now quickly sinking sun.
A knife.
No, a scalpel, crusted with dried blood.
And suddenly the realization hits him that the stains on the scrubs are blood too.
Time seems to come to a jarring standstill. Steveās breath is so loud, it drowns out all other sounds but the beat of his heart, thundering in his chest. And when the world sets into motion again, he doesnāt hesitate.
Three things happen almost simultaneously next: The guy lets out a whimper-roar that would have confused Steve had he had the faculties to think, and Dustin cowers in fear, his arms raised protectively in front of his face which will do fuck all against a fucking scalpel
And Steve? He takes three big steps that bring him between Dustin and the man, yelling at the boy to āRun! The hell are you waiting for, Dustin?! Just go, go, GO!ā.
But Dustin doesnāt move.
And Steve raises his balled fists, ready to fight even if itās completely futile, thinking that if only Dustin fucking moved ā¦!
The sun is almost parallel with the treetops now, and its dwindling light is blinding Steve, so all he sees at first is a black shape surrounded by a golden halo. But then it sinks further and he makes out a gaunt face, deep purple shadows around the eyes, stark as bruises.
And thatās when it hits him like a stab with the scalpel between the ribs. Only instead of blood, the wound it leaves behind is oozing grief, black and viscous and bitter.
He swallows hard, but his throat is stuffed with barbed wire. It canāt be. Itās abso-fucking-lutely impossible is what heās seeing.
āSt- ā¦ā The voice sounds like a slab of granite dragged over gravel, but still, itās unmistakable. āStevie?ā
The scalpel drops to the ground. The impact is soundless, courtesy of a thick layer of dead leaves. Itās wrong, Steve canāt help but think. It should be loud. Ear-splitting. Earth-shaking, the way he is shaken. The way it feels like the world is ripped out from under his feet by the realization that he was wrong.
He didnāt know.
He ā¦
He steps close. Slowly. Slowly. Trying to be as non-threatening as possible, like he would, faced with a frightened, hurt animal.
āHey,ā he whispers. āYouāre safe. No oneās gonna hurt you. Iām not gonna let them, okay? Youāre safe. We didnāt know. But youāre safe now. With me.ā
The muscles in his shoulder and neck are so tense it has to hurt, but heās not flinching away from Steveās touch. He blinks and his eyes that were more animal than human before seem to clear, and he lets out a broken sob and throws himself into Steveās arms.
Steve wraps himself around the too thin, violently shaking body.
āWe didnāt know,ā he keeps repeating. āIām so sorry. Iām so sorry, Billy.ā
What follows is a story of hidden experiments, family secrets, government cover-ups, and a road trip that might be the only way to survive.
For this Reverse Billy Big Bang collaboration, the artwork by @thatgirlwithasquid and the fic is by @lorifragolina ! They will be posting during our posting season of July 1st to July 15th !
What is your dream blunt rotation with the ST crew then?
Oh my love. Tahnk you for asking because I completely forgot to post my dream rotation.
Alright, here we go!
This one is no surprise! Of couse Billy is my number one pick for the blunt rotation. He'd be so chill and a giggly shit. Might get a little horny but he'd stay until the blunt was done.
Second not surprising pick. Eddie. First off, he'd be one of them that would supply. And I know he'd bring out his guitar and just softly jam out to give us some entertainment.
These two. First off, Argyle is the other supplier. And he'd make us munchy food and have wonderful stories to tell and I would eat up all of it.
Jonathon would be there but I wouldn't even notice because he'd be in the corner living in a turtles dream or something.
Heather gets very handsy and she'd want to do my hair which I'd let her. Play with my hair while I pass out in a haze.
She'd try to make out with Argyle and he'd be terrified of her .
Justice for Barb. Give her a fucking break, she's been through a lot. I think Barb would be a fucking time if I got her blasted. She'd let loose and even though she might take one hit that would be too strong for her, she secretly would love her time. But she would never do it again.
Lowkey, has the hots for Argyle and somehow they start talking to each other and spend the rest of the night attached at the hip.
what if we were at a halloween party and dressed up and i just beat your keg stand record and walked through a crowd and climbed over furniture to just look at you intensely and neither of us said anything and we were both boys?
Notes/Warnings: This is for the lovely @st4nidle Threesome, MLM, Anal, Breeding, Praise kinks, Double Penetration, Camera/Recording, BigDick!Billy (Steves only 2 inches smaller), Established relationship, Onlyfans Model/PornStar Reader, Aftercare
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The bedroom lights are dimmed low, casting warm glows across the rumpled sheets while three cameras sit on tripods around the king-sized bed, their red recording lights blinking steadily. You kneel in the center, completely naked, your cock already half-hard from anticipation as Billy and Steve strip down in front of you. Billyās thick, heavy cock swings free firstālong, veiny, and intimidating in its girthāwhile Steveās slightly smaller but still impressive length follows, both of them already stiffening at the sight of you waiting. There had been a lot of prep before the cameras went live, you wanted them both, but you had to get your body ready to take both. You loved doing solo content and never had really thought of having your doting partners join till Billy asked and Steve agreed. "Took you long enough to ask us to join," Billy mutters, stepping closer and gripping the base of his cock, giving it a slow stroke. "All those solo videos you used to make... now you want both of us wrecking you on camera for your little fans." Steve rolls his eyes but smirks, moving in from the other side. "Ignore him, baby. Heās just jealous he didnāt get to fuck you on film sooner. Come here." You crawl forward on hands and knees, reaching out to wrap a hand around each of their cocks. Billyās fills your palm completely, hot and pulsing, while Steveās feels perfect in its own way. You lean in and drag your tongue along Billyās shaft first, then switch to Steve, licking from base to tip before sucking the head into your mouth. The wet sounds echo in the quiet room, picked up clearly by the mics.
You switched to Billy, licking his slit while keeping your eyes on his. "Fuck, look at him," Billy growls, threading fingers through your hair. "Such a good boy for us. You're gonna be good and take us both eventually, aren't you." It wasn't a question and all three of you knew it. Steve moves to be on the bed behind you, and his hand slides down your back, fingers tracing your spine until they reach your ass. He spreads your cheeks and presses two fingers against your hole, already slick from the lube you prepped earlier. "Heās ready," Steve says, voice low. "Been stretching yourself thinking about this, havenāt you?" You moan around Billyās cock in response, pushing back against Steveās fingers as they slide inside you. The stretch burns sweetly, and you rock between themāsucking Billy deeper while Steve works you open. Billyās free hand strokes your cheek. "Thatās it. Such a perfect slut for your boyfriends. Gonna take both of us at once, right? Let the camera see how full you get." Steve adds a third finger, scissoring them inside you while his other hand reaches lower to stroke your cock. "Heās leaking already," Steve notes with a grin. "Look how much he wants it." Billy pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop and you're already moving to the middle of the bed, laying back till your head rests on Steve's thigh. He spreads your legs wide, positioning himself between them. "Iām going first," he says, lining his thick cock up with your hole. "You can have sloppy seconds, Harrington." You both know its for the sake of the video, any other time, Billy's begging to be kissed and touched by Steve. Steve huffs but doesnāt argue, smiling as he pets your hair, "That's fine, you know I like watching." The thick head of Billyās cock breaches you, and the stretch is intenseāwider than Steveās fingers, forcing your walls to yield around him. Inch by inch he sinks in until his hips meet your ass, buried to the hilt. You whimper as Steve pushed two fingers in your mouth for you to suck on, Billy stays still for a moment, letting you adjust, his hands gripping your thighs. "Breathe, baby. Youāre doing so good. Taking every inch like you were born to be bred."
He starts thrusting, slow and deep at first, each stroke dragging against your prostate. The cameras capture every detailāthe way your hole clings to his cock, the way your own dick bounces against your stomach, how you suck on Steve's fingers greedily. Billy picks up speed, fucking you harder, the slap of skin on skin loud and filthy. "God, you feel amazing," Billy praises, voice rough. "So tight and hot. Gonna fill you up so much the camera sees it leaking out of you." Steve pulls out of your mouth to let you catch your breath, then leans down to kiss you, tongue sliding against yours. "Youāre perfect," he whispers against your lips. "Our good boy. Taking Billyās big cock so well."
Billy slows to a stop as you sit halfway, "I want both of you." Steve moves behind you, helping Billy shift positions so youāre straddling Billyās lap, his cock still buried deep inside you. Steve kneels behind, pressing his lubed cock against your already stretched hole alongside Billyās. The pressure builds as Steve pushes in, the second cock forcing its way in beside the first. You cry out, body trembling as youāre stretched wider than ever beforeāboth of them sliding in together until youāre completely filled, double-stuffed and shaking. "Fuck, we'll take it slow." Steve rubbed your hips as you cry weakly from the burn into Billy's neck. Billy groans weakly as he feels Steve twitch against him, "Doing so good, Hun. Both of you feel so damn good." Steve starts moving first, shallow thrusts that make you feel every ridge and vein. Billy follows, their rhythms syncing until theyāre fucking you in tandemāpulling out together, pushing in together, the dual stretch sending sparks through your body. The cameras record every second: your hole stretched obscenely around two cocks, the way your body jolts with each thrust, the sweat on your skin. "Youāre incredible," Steve pants, reaching around to stroke your cock in time with their thrusts. "So fucking tight around us. Gonna make you come so hard." Billyās hand joins Steveās on your cock, both of them working you while they fuck you. "Come for us, baby. Show your fans how much you love being bred by your boyfriends." Your orgasm hits hard, cum shooting across Billyās stomach in thick ropes as your walls clench around both cocks. The tightness pushes them over the edge tooāBilly first, groaning as he pumps load after load deep inside you, then Steve following, adding his own cum to the mix until youāre overflowing, their combined release leaking out around their still-thrusting cocks. They stay buried inside you for a long moment, catching their breath. Steve pulls out first, and Billy follows gingerly cause they knew you'd be outta commission for at least an hour after this. Billy smirks at Steve over your shoulder. "Told you he could take us both." Steve leans over your shoulder as you melt into illy, kissing the other man briefly, "Next time I want to go first."
You were boneless by the time they had managed to get you in bed properly. Billy ran a warm cloth along your length and ass, Steve massaged your lower back as you laid on his hairy chest. You didn't dare move, knowing you were gonna be taken care of by your boys. "Did so good, baby. We'll go a little slower next time." Billy tosses the rag, kissing your shoulder before kissing Steve's forehead while the other man mumbled his agreement. Steveās voice rumbles under your ear. āYou took us both so well. Look at you, all relaxed and full of us.ā His palm slides lower, cupping one of your ass cheeks and giving it a light squeeze before returning to the massage. āGonna keep you like this for a while. Let it sink in.ā Billy stretches out beside you, one arm draping over your waist so his fingers can trace lazy circles on Steveās side.The three of you stay tangled together, all three content to stay just like this for the rest of the day.
i was training a young person at work, and she referred to sexual assault as "SA" out loud, and i immediately was like, "no, it's sexual assault, call it what it is," bc idgaf if the algorithm overlords have taught y'all that you should fear direct language, how tf do any of you expect to ever address real issues with any amount of seriousness if you can't even say the words? imagine an advocate looking a sexual assault survivor in the eyes and asking "did he grape you?" it's absolutely fucking absurd, but these young interns and new hires are coming into an environment where we deal with survivors of all different kinds of abuse, and they're coming with the mindset that the words are as bad as the actions, and that makes them shitty at the job and look juvenile af
i HATE self-censorship for a lot of reasons, but being in crisis work makes it even more frustrating. who are you censoring for? like i am being so fr, WHO are you censoring for? have you even thought it through? people who have been raped know that they have been raped. if someone attempts suicide or is grieving someone who did, saying "sewer slide" isn't going to protect them from any of the feelings. a murder victim's family isn't going to feel better bc you said "unalived" instead of murdered. if anything, it's just extremely invalidating and othering. it's saying "what happened to you is so bad that i won't even say the word," which is NOT trauma-informed care. you are not protecting survivors/victims when you self-censor. the ONLY things you protect when you self-censor are the puritanical ideologies that are being encouraged by rich fascists who want your money and obedience
say the fucking words, guys. just say the goddamn words before i go insane!!!
when billy and steve are a bit older and living together, billy has a sure way to get a make out session out of his bf. in the morning he goes to the kitchen before steve, starts making breakfast and right before he hears steve entering the room he rolls up his sleeves, flexes his arm, tootches the booty and flashes him his best shark imitation smile.
steve has to make a choice right there and then, either he initiates that make out session or is late for work. it's a miracle he hasn't been fired yet.
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