[whoredidery]

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[hargrovetm-gone]

there’s this push and pull so around so present ever since they shared cigarettes outside that stupid winter ball. billy’s always running towards that spark, brush of the fingers, a body warm and wanting. and that’s all he does, he wants. he craves, and jonathan’s like a bad habit. billy keeps going back for more.

it’s taken some work some effort to have jonathan like this, someone real and tangible present, he spends too much time with his head somewhere else, busy. billy knows there’s something about jon, it’s not a fire it’s something else. all consuming, blue eyes blown out. billy shudders. hand moving, up and touching his skin. his mouth is dry, and his knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel. “fuck, jon.” he groans, half of it dies in his throat. “baby i love it when you’re this keyed up for me.” voice syrup, sliding down and his hips shift in his seat. and billy finds it, the first spot away from the town, there’s no cover but the night, and rest assured there’s no one out here. he breaks. the car is parked on the off road. “guess this spot is good as any huh?” the tension could be cut with a knife, he sides eyes him, hand resting over jon's. part of him thought, believed, hoped that he wouldn't be doing this still in hawkins. fooling with a guy that clearly has some sort of hang up about being with a guy, the guy with the pretty girl who billy is definitely not. whatever jon's looking for he settled on billy. and billy wants to sink his teeth in. he's touching, reaching, like he wants billy right back. and that's gotta mean something.

so it's kinda decided. he kills the engine, no ear defeaning music to drown this out, his heartbeat in his ears when he turns to jonathan, they do this thing in one more ways than one where they meet halfway. and he's kissing him, hand on the the tie jon's wearing, pulling him in. billy kisses like he fights, like he's always hungry for it. hits just as good. jon in his stupid little work uniform, it's hot when he's dripping with want. billy's mad at the space between them, he breaks the kiss if only for a second before he's maneuvering himself on top of jon's lap, ass to hard on. he needs to have him, entirely.

[whoredidery]

when @hargrovetm does that voice the stupid, low voice straight-from-a-movie jonathan feels like he's getting played. like a spike trip is being laid out in the road before him and he's driving right into it. mostly, he hates the feeling. the voice is cheesy. still, some small part of jonathan takes over the larger, smarter part of his brain and tries to imagine a world where the voice works on him. if he were someone else, some hawkins high girl, he could fall for the act. he could let billy take and take with no regard for anything else in the world but billy. he could be that.

jonathan whines, louder than he would've liked, fumbles to lean over to meet the kiss. billy kisses with intensity, with some sort of pent up something that speaks to jon, and it's different than nancy. different than any of the girls he's kissed.

his hand reaches up to billy’s hair, intending to thread his fingers through the soft looking curls, but he stops himself before he can get there. it's gotta be hard work to look like that. or, maybe, he simply crawls out of bed looking perfectly tussled and rugged. either way, jonathan doesn’t want to ruin it with his hands. instead, he grips at the thin fabric of billy's shirt, fist closing tight when billy moves into his lap. "shit. yeah." this is what he wanted. this is what will take the edge off. his hips cant up, his bottom lip falls open. billy's got lashes like a girl. he's so pretty, and domineering, and seductive. a full body experience every time. jonathan stretches his neck up to meet billy's lips in another kiss, another, messy and desperate.

"billy, i-" what to say? billy, my life is falling apart around me. billy, i'm unemployed and girlfriendless and the whole future fell out from under my feet in just one day and i'm just supposed to accept that it's always my fault. this whole day has been debasing. he wants to run. he wants to be anywhere else. anybody else. he doesn't want to be anyone other than the guy pulling billy's hips down into his. he wants to disappear in billy. "i need you."

[absolmemes]

☾ lustful action prompts.

a litany of prompts exploring intimacy and sexuality. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.

[beg.] sender makes receiver beg before giving them what they want.

[fumble.] sender struggles impatiently with receiver's clothes.

[shh.] sender stuffs their fingers in receiver's mouth to keep them quiet.

[tug.] sender grips receiver's hair to pull them closer.

[tie.] sender binds receiver's wrists with rope / belt / tie / etc.

[bite.] sender sinks their teeth into receiver's neck / shoulder / skin.

[scratch.] sender rakes their nails down receiver's back.

[drip.] sender drips spit into receiver's mouth / onto receiver.

[69.] sender and receiver go down on each other at the same time.

[needy.] sender teases receiver about how desperate they look.

[deep.] sender pushes receiver's head down during oral until they gag.

[eager.] sender holds receiver's head still and fucks their mouth.

[anchor.] sender pins receiver's hips while eating them out.

[grind.] sender grinds their hips into receiver while receiver gives them oral.

[press.] sender pushes a hand against receiver's stomach while inside them.

[hold.] sender grabs receiver's hand to hold while they have sex.

[pin.] sender pins receiver's wrists above their head.

[straddle.] sender straddles receiver's body to restrain them.

[clutch.] sender clutches receiver's jaw to hold their head still.

[hollow.] sender presses a thumb into the hollow of receiver's throat.

[cradle.] sender cradles receiver's throat in their hand, applying light pressure.

[stay.] sender cockwarms receiver.

[breed.] sender fucks receiver deep and finishes inside.

[stare.] sender forces receiver to maintain eye contact.

[cling.] sender wraps their legs tight around receiver's waist while they have sex.

[elevate.] sender places a pillow beneath receiver's hips during sex.

[suckle.] sender sucks on receiver's chest and nipples.

[eavesdrop.] sender fucks receiver where others can hear but not see.

[praise.] sender praises receiver for taking it well.

[hush.] sender forbids receiver from making a sound.

[chokehold.] sender locks receiver's throat in the crook of their arm.

[mark.] sender leaves hickeys on receiver where they will be seen later.

[nuzzle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck mid-fuck.

[rut.] sender gets caught up, fucking receiver harder without warning.

[hargrovetm-gone]

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know." /+ eddie

@sordidery

it's hot.

billy's in eddie's room, or at least his temporary one. he's gathering his hair into a ponytail, curls falling into place as he does and he turns around, shirt riding up exposing his hips, side of his torso, just that little bit lighter than the rest of him. he doesn't tan like he used to, keeps the scars private more often than not. he's playing innocent, fans his lashes at eddie. smiles when he's not looking at his nerd book.

he's tying up the whole thing with a hair band "hm?" it's all a trap, he just wants attention. he doesn't like asking for it. but billy's greedy. tilts his head to the side, knee on eddie's bed. "i didn't know. you're so easy to distract, eddie." he's in shorts. it's summer and he can get away with shit. there's so much he can get away with.

(like the lipgloss he has on, the one he put before getting in the room. counting how long does it take for eddie to notice. makes his lips straight up peachy. kissable. really eddie doesn't stand a fighting chance.)

he crawls then, closer and closer to eddie before his hands grab a black t shirt right next to where eddie is sitting. "-just wanted t'get my shirt. i'm doing laundry." he smiles, sweet, mean like he knows what he's doing. giving enough time for eddie to react. he doesn't have to do this to get some. this is just for the love of the game.

[whoredidery]

he's trying to read. really. he's got the chronicles of amber cracked open in his lap, pages yellowed and soft from frequent use, and he is valiantly attempting to spark inspiration for the next campaign, but his attention is shot. the mind is willing. the flesh is distracted. eddie mindlessly reads the same paragraph over and over, far more aware of the tanned arms stretching out in front of him. he turns a page and his eyes can't help but flicker to the pale expanse of skin at billy's belly. he starts to get into a groove, find the narrative again, and billy puts his hair into a ponytail, like the fucking minx he is. the man is distracting him on purpose and it's working. eddie's lost the battle before he's even aware it started.

"aww. that's what all the report cards said." eddie says, but it's half-hearted, missing that signature theatricality, because billy is crawling to him on his hands and goddamn knees. he's got curls spilling out messily, a halo around his head, perfectly tussled like he's just walked off the page of a playboy. he got eddie hook, line, sinker, and he didn't even have to try. "shit, bill-" he whines. eddie leans backwards onto his elbows, lying on his back, instinctively giving ground to billy. he puts a hand on one of billy's exposed knees, warm and freckled, and eddie is looks up to thick eyelashes and ocean blue eyes and glossy lips--

eddie makes a high sound in the back of his throat. the book is... he has no clue where his book just went. he only just laid down but he's pushing himself back up into billy's space. moving without any thought, eddie's other hand is coming up and wrapping his hand around billy's ponytail, giving into the impulse he had the second he saw it go up. gently, he pulls at his hair, tilts billy's face down to get a better look. he's wearing fucking lipgloss. "you got all dolled up just to do some laundry?"

[planet-dusk]

⋆.˚ 75 smut prompts ⊹₊⋆

dialogue prompts/sentence starters for (dark) smut writers. feel free to use these; credit not needed but appreciated! minors dni. tw for dark content (non/dubcon, cnc, stepcest and so on)

"It's too much? No, it's perfect."

"You think I'd let you get away twice?"

"Smile for the camera, baby."

"Do you wish it was [name] touching you instead?"

"You wouldn't be this wet/hard if you didn't want this."

"You can cum if I get to, how does that sound? It's only fair."

"This is wrong, you shouldn't be letting me do this."

"Look what you do to me."

"Get on your knees, baby. It's the least you could do after everything I've done for you."

"Just the tip, I promise."

"I haven't even started yet."

"I need this. Let me have this."

"Where do you think you're going?"

"This is all you're good for."

"Let me give you something to touch yourself to when I'm gone."

"Show them what I taught you."

"You think I wanted this?"

"If you don't stop squirming I'll have to tie you up."

"What should I do with you first?"

"You'll get it when I've decided you've earned it."

"It's supposed to hurt."

"I hate to do this, but you're giving me no choice."

"I'm sorry. You really don't deserve this."

"Let's give them a show."

"Beg for it."

"If we shouldn't be doing this... why does it feel so good?"

"I'll make it fit."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I always know what's best for you, don't I?"

"It feels so much better than I imagined."

"What happened? You were begging for this five minutes ago."

"Shh. Go back to sleep."

"I'll be good, please..."

"You're awfully wet for someone who keeps complaining."

"Did I say you could stop?"

"Let them use you, baby. Show them what a good toy you are."

"Stop lying (to yourself)."

"Don't you want to feel good? You know you want to."

"I knew you'd be a good girl for me and take it... you got so messy on my fingers, I just had to do it. Doesn't my cock feel so much better?"

"I could touch you right now and no one would even notice."

"Did you miss me?"

"Baby, I'm sorry... I just couldn't wait."

"If I don't do this, someone else will."

"You're so pretty when you cry."

"Don't be silly. Of course you want that."

"You're such a slut for making me enjoy this."

"If you actually loved me you'd have done it without me having to ask first."

"Come on baby, be good for him. Open your mouth."

"If you want me to stop, then look me in the eye and lie convincingly."

"You'll take it because I said so."

"It's for your own good, doll. Don't be so ungrateful."

"Does he/she fuck you like this?"

"You don't remember last time? Here, let me show you."

"This is all your fault."

"Do you beg your girl/boyfriend for it like this?"

"We're going to have so much fun."

"Is this turning you on? That's disgusting."

"Sweetheart... you trust daddy more than you trust yourself. Don't you?"

"Apologize for making me do this to you."

"I promise I'll pull out." + "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." + "It won't make a difference now, just one more, yeah?"

"You're so fucked up for loving this."

"I'm not pushing you. I'm just removing the excuses."

"Put it back in."

"Even if they could hear you, no one would care."

"It'll feel better soon."

"Stop touching you? You don't really want that."

"Let them hear us. I want them to know you belong to me."

"There's something seriously wrong with you."

"See? I knew you wanted this."

"If you really loved me you'd let me do anything."

"It's kind of fucked up how wet you get when you pretend you don't want it."

"Aww, it's too big? Better get used to it then."

"You can only get off when I hurt you. It's pathetic."

"What would your girl/boyfriend think if they could see you like this?"

"You really thought I'd stop if you begged me to? Cute."

"I'll make you mine forever."