I could NOT resist your prompt meme and I could equally NOT resist asking for 69 😎 (Doing this on anon because I still haven’t worked out side blogging, but I’m cherrydreamer)
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Don’t worry, this is my sideblog as well, and it is just not a function yet to send asks from them!
69. “I’ve never done this before.”
And while I have, I’ve never written it before, so this is exciting!!!
I sat down when I came home today, and wrote it all out in one sitting, 1.6k words only, but I knew from the moment I even got this ask exactly what I wanted to do, and I am very happy with the result! Just straight to the point!
Thank you so much for sending one in!!!
Before I let you all read this juicy fic, I wanna say that I’ve gotten 5 69 requests, yes, 5, and several friends have admitted they were so close to saying 69 or 420, and I think it is hilarious, I love each and every one of you all so much for this!! 😂😂🤣 AND I’m gonna do them all!!! all 5 69s; I already know what the next two are gonna be!!
Now, with my rambling done, please, enjoy~
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“I’ve never done this before,” Steve says, honest, and his words don't surprise Billy.
“Yeah you don’t strike me as the type,” his response spoken through a crooked smirk, eyes adoring as he takes in the perfect nudity of his blushing boyfriend.
And Steve’s eyes crinkle as he laughs. “Don’t be rude! I’m doing this for you!”
Billy chuckles and leans in to kiss those smiling lips. “No, we’re doing this for us, for fun.” His hand lingers against Steve’s neck; rubbing soothing circles just beneath his jaw.
“You done it before?” Steve’s dark and lustrous eyes fall down to where Billy’s thick chub rests against his thigh, just past the border of where his tan-line cuts off.
“Sure, a few times but only with girls, usually with her on top so I don’t, you know…” He caresses Steve’s cheek and grins something so self-satisfied. “Choke her to death.”
Steve can’t help the chortle that escapes, and he leans forward to press their foreheads together. He’s all flushed and nervous and weirdly embarrassed to try something new, but also excited.
“So how do we do it?”
“Well, as much as I’d love to fuck the shit out of your pretty little mouth,” Billy drawls rough and erotic, his thumb pulling at Steve’s lower lip, “I’m thinking the safest position is for us both to be on our sides, that way we’re both in equal control and responsible for our own breathing.”
Again Steve lets out a little jittery noise, close to a chuckle, as he kisses Billy’s palm. “Okay.”
“And you just say stop if you don’t like it or if it’s too much or for any reason really, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Steve whispers and leans in to kiss the other, smiling and blushing and just- “God, I feel like a virgin again!”
Billy grabs him firmly with both hands to his cheeks, kisses him over and over and over in an attempt to alleviate some of the timid nerves. “You’ll do fine, don’t worry! Now, lie down on your side.”
So Steve does as is asked, lays down on his side, head near where the pillow would have been if Billy didn’t insist they needed the full bed clear of everything that could “get in the way.”
“Mmmmh,” Billy hums in appreciation and runs his hand down along Steve’s side till he reaches a thigh and squeezes it softly. “Comfortable?”
“As comfortable as I’ll get,” Steve replies with a little, happy smile.
“Good.” And there’s a glint of something so devious in Billy’s eyes, lids heavy and pupils blown as he stares down.
Then he gets on his side, mirroring Steve’s pose but with his head in the opposite end, eyeing up that long cock that lies at half mast, having gone a bit soft from nerves, but Billy doesn’t take it personal. He looks down - or up, depending on whose perspective is to be taken into consideration - and catches Steve looking back.
“Enjoying the view?” Billy asks and cracks a wide and humored grin.
Steve visibly swallows, and nods. “Y-yeah, very.”
The trust placed in him is terribly heart warming, and just goes to show how much Steve really loves Billy. And Billy can’t help but love him back.
“Now lift up your head and I’ll just slip my leg underneath so you can rest on my thigh if need be, yeah?” Billy’s calm as he guides Steve on this exploratory journey, rock hard but patient, and Steve does exactly as instructed. “Perfect.”
“Any… any final advice?” Steve’s tone is hesitant but intrigued.
To those words, Billy licks his lips, making them good and wet, smirking like a devil down between Steve’s thighs. “Don’t be shy.” And he wolfs down Steve’s dick in one go, sucking him in as deep as he can go before gagging.
“Fuck, ah!” Steve gasps loudly and tenses up in an attempt to fight the urge to buck his hips for more.
Billy works him over good and ravenously, a hand around the bottom of the shaft where his lips can’t quite reach, tongue rolling against the head whenever, moaning and rumbling around Steve’s cock as it’s quick to grow fully hard with such masterful persuasion. It curves so wonderfully along his tongue and toward his throat.
“Oh God, shit-”
From the lack of attention, Billy moves his own hips, moans out something that could resemble actual words as he inches himself closer to Steve’s head.
There is instant relief in surface tension as slender fingers wrap around his aching erection and starts moving at an all too erratic pace, but it’s working for him, especially when Steve then closes his lips around the head and licks across the slit, swirls around the hot flesh, sucking on just the tip for now, but with such enthusiasm it makes Billy’s cock kick and leak near immediately.
Steve gives good fucking head for a guy who’s mostly only been with girls, but there’s always such a ferocity to it, like he loves the feeling of Billy’s girthy cock in his mouth, on his tongue, tickling the back of his throat as he swallows all of him.
He would survive, Billy thinks, if he had decided to be on top of this, fucking with abandon into this incredible wet heat while sucking off Steve’s own lengthy dick. Steve could probably take it, would probably just let him thrust with wild abandon. And the imagery of it is enough to make him go insane.
“God, Stevie,” he pops off to groan out, breathing hard and ragged as he gazes down, hand still fisting fervently. “Feels so fucking good, pretty boy, you’re doing so so good for me, arrh-”
And Steve moans eagerly, goes deeper till there’s no more flesh and his nose is pressed against Billy’s balls.
“Fuck, that’s amazing,” Billy pants and hisses.
Before going back to taste the pre that drips from Steve’s hard cock, Billy shoves three fingers into his mouth, gathering spit and licking around each digit, getting them as soaking wet as possible, then brings them over Steve’s hip, between his cheeks and teases at his hole, getting the rim nice and slippery, but not yet penetrating; waits for the go ahead.
Steve pulls off to meet Billy’s gaze, his own expression that of unadulterated euphoria. “Please, please, yes.”
It takes no more than that to make Billy drive in his middle finger all the way past the second knuckle, earning himself a loud and wonderful, “Ah!”
As he pumps the finger in and out, he bobs his head in tact, keeping a fast and confident rhythm, knowing from the way Steve loses all control of his voice that he’s doing absolutely magnificent, and the elated sounds coming from his boyfriend could easily bring him over the edge.
“Oh fuck, ahh, Billy, yes! M-more-” Steve mewls and calls out, having completely abandoned the task of sucking Billy clean, but more than makes up for it with a slick and excited handjob.
He needs air, and it is his first time doing something like this, he’ll learn, with practice, Billy’s not upset or disappointed.
By the keen request, he pushes in a second finger, keeps the same pace and recognizes easily from the way that Steve’s rambling and moaning out curses that he’s close, Billy’s close, too. Steve’s muscles contracting around his thick fingers, the hand around his cock jerking and flicking like his life depends on it, all he really needs, really wants now is for Steve to cum all over his tongue, fill up his mouth, make him choke and swallow on his semen.
So he sucks with more passion, forces his way further down till he feels the head go deeper into his throat, hollows his cheeks, curls his tongue around the shaft the best he can, and at that Steve comes undone, crying out till there’s no more air in his lung, cumming hard and thick down Billy’s throat, who takes great pleasure in swallowing every single drop.
His own tumble over the edge is incredible, so utterly fulfilling, as he cums into Steve’s swift hand, the heat of his orgasm blooming in his cock and sending warm ripples up his abs, down his thighs, toes curling as he pulls off of Steve’s wasted prick to breathe and groan, his entire being tensing up perfectly as Steve works him through it with a firm yet tender hand.
They both roll onto their backs, panting and heaving, exhausted and destroyed, just reveling in the afterglow and glorious bliss, waiting for their senses to return.
Billy’s the first to move as he sits up to look at Steve. White streaks have been painted across his chest, a bit on his chin, and like in the presence of a masterpiece that hang at the Louvre, Billy admires his work. He reaches down to swipe away sweaty locks from Steve’s forehead, and hadn’t realized just how sweaty his own neck got till just now.
“That was…” Steve huffs, somewhere between serene and disbelief. “Wow, I dunno… Fun?”
And Billy can’t help but chuckle at that. “Yeah,” he says with a nod, “Fun.”
He brings his hand down to Steve’s chest and draws with his own semen, connecting the moles in an incomprehensible pattern.
“Perfetto!” he erupts, showing off what little Italian he has picked up from his dear boyfriend.
Steve leans up on his elbows and looks down at the mess, then laughs joyfully, before saying with a perfect accent, “Molto bene!” And he pulls Billy down into a loving and adoring kiss.
Oh Ihni I have one more lil thought about shapeshifter Billy, but what if it's linked to his emotions? Or the accidental shifts are at least.
So he shifts accidentally after Neil interactions, usually into something small and wake and helpless (so, yeah, most often a teeny kitty.)
But he also finds himself shifting around Steve. At first it's into something fluttery, birds and butterflies, to match the feelings in his tummy. But later, when they've become friends and maybe even more, he starts shifting into a tiger. Something that feels powerful and free. Because that's what Steve's done to him. Helped him heal. (He still curls up on Steve's lap and purrs though!)
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Oh I love that! Him first being a scared little kitten that eventually learns to trust Steve enough to curl up on the same couch as him ... Then maybe next to Steve... Then just in Steve's lap. And like, months later when he's a goddamn TIGER instead? He still tries to curl up in Steve's lap like he did when he was a kitten, flattening Steve under him and purring like an engine. XD (Imagine those pics of Great Danes that still think they're puppies)
This ALSO makes me think of a Steve who doesn't KNOW Billy has shapeshifting powers, so he goes to sleep with s little kitten on the foot of his bed but wakes up when a TIGER is yawning (he IS yawning, but all Steve can see is teeth so he panics) two feet from his face. Or, heh, maybe he wakes up to Billy in his bed, instead. Either way, it's quite the awakening!
Just a lil’ something for @cherrydreamer, who came up with biker!Claudia headcanon. The idea is that Claudia Henderson was a bit of a wild child back in the day, and was a biker chick. And well, even now when she’s older she still has contact with the old gang (and her old bike, of course, in a garage that she rents just out of town), and well, long story short, one day she has a little get-together with the old gang and there are like 30 bikes parked outside on the street and the backyard is full of burly men, all talking enthusiastically about bikes and the old days.
And well, Billy and Steve end up there and one of the guys (the big bearded one in the white tee) fanboys over Billy’s Camaro (becuase HIS first car was a Chevrolet, back in the day) and he’s so enthusiastic that Billy forgets to be scared even though he’s a big guy, and half an hour later him and Steve are standing in the middle of Claudia’s backyard with the rest of them. Billy’s having the time of his life. Steve’s a little hesitant at first, until they start comparing haircare routines (keeping your luscious locks pretty when they’re flowing in the wind/under a helmet is NOT EASY).
Also, half an hour after THIS, the big guy has taken Billy on a ride on his bike (HIS baby) and Billy allows the guy to take a ride in Lenore (the Camaro).
This is all @cherrydreamer‘s fault, for referring to Billy as Taz in her latest fic ... (I cannot be blamed when someone says something like that, it fits so WELL!)
(And Steve as Bugs? Well I googled “looney tunes” + “baseball bat” and Bugs was the first one who showed up, so I took it as a sign. And yes it’s basically copied from that image.)
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Don't Leave Me (Hanging on the Telephone) by @cherrydreamer
This fic. Listen. Listen. This fic, I've been following it since it was just random ramblings in a discord chat, and I also recced it last year (when it was a WIP). It is now complete.
I have known this fic since it was planned to be only eight chapters. I have heard every and all apologies by Cherry when the chapter count was increased, and I have waved them all away - because more of this story means more of the GOOD STUFF, and I will never ever complain about that.
The premise is this: Billy's stuck in the Upside Down, although everyone think he died. One day Steve gets a phone call ... from his own house, in the Upside Down ...
Long-distance (surely it can still be called long-distance when they're in different dimensions, although in the same house?) boys falling in love. It's sweet, it's romantic, it's got monsters and action. It's got it all!
I have this fic printed into a book. You won't regret reading it.
A throwaway glimpse from a line of text from the lastest chapter of @cherrydreamer‘s “Don’t Leave Me (Hanging on the Telephone)”:
“He carefully wheels the heavy cart around the corner, heading towards the teen filing her nails at the register, and he has to stifle a laugh as he pictures a Demogorgon doing the same thing- pushing a laden cart around a vine-covered grocery store, choosing between packets of cereal and treating itself to a bag of MnMs after a hard day of terrorising pre-teens.”
You are so freaking clever with Thinking Outside the Box! Billy would absolutely break the conventions of the MiniZine to climb into his boyfriend's panel XD Genius!!
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*mwah* You're so lovely! <3
Gonna post the zines online eventually but it's already late and it's been a long day today, so only one today. Had to start with this one :p
