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by crowfooted

women-seem-wicked:

The first few times he’d gone out on these little midnight drives and had stumbled on Billy Hargrove it had seemed like a bad dream. Tonight, though, when he had woken up in a cold sweat again, grabbed a few beers from the fridge (not like his father ever counted the bottles) and made off, he had actually kinda hoped to see Hargrove on the road. Get him to stop, even.

Look, I got all this beer, help me not think of flesh-eating monsters coming to get me for a bit? Haha.

Of course, this is the night when there’s no blue Camaro anywhere.

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@bites-heal and I did a thing. are doing a thing. it’s sexy but in an awkward way. hot, but in the dead of winter. you should read it maybe. 

The 1st part of it is up now, and it’s called Truth or Dare.

by crowfooted

a promise is a promise

hoppnhorn:

aka werewolf!billy turns steve…finally.

“I’m not afraid.”

If Billy had a nickel for every time Steve had said those words, he’d be a rich sonofabitch. But somehow, this time was different. As the words flow from Steve’s lips, they put goosebumps on Billy’s skin and a shiver down his spine. There’s a time and a place for fear and, for Billy, that time is now. 

Steve’s bite. Or turn. Or whatever. All Billy knew is Steve’s bite wasn’t going to be anything like his awful experience. No fear, as little pain as possible, and Billy was going to be by his side through it all.

Steve had decided to be bitten outside: a new beginning in a quiet place, just the two of them. Billy had his reservations but he’d packed up the tent anyway and driven their usual wooded trail, heading deep into the nature reserve where no one would find them. Where no one would hear the howls. That’s where they’d made camp, put up the tent and crawled inside. Then Steve had said those words.

“I’m not afraid.” 

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by crowfooted

pretendimstraight:

“y’know harrington, one day that shit’s not gonna work anymore,” he said, walking towards his boyfriend, who was currently sitting on the counter in mrs. harrington’s spotless kitchen.

“why william, i have no idea what you mean!” was steve’s reply, his doe eyes just as big as they were moments before with an added mischevious glint in his eye, which was something billy just couldn’t ignore.

as billy got closer, steve opened his legs a bit wider so that he could stand between them. he placed his hands on steve’s thighs, squeezing them roughly through his jeans. steve gasped, reaching down to lead billy’s hand up just a bit higher.

billy smirked up at him, grinding the heel of his hand onto his crotch in slow circles, “y’know i think i’m starting to rub off on you, sweetheart.”

“starting to? you were rubbing off on me when we woke up this morning, dickhead,” steve’s voice was more steady than billy had expected when he winked down at him, sticking his tongue out like a child showing off that he got what he wanted.

billy laughed as he moved his hand back down towards steve’s knee. he tightened his hold on his legs as he leaned up to kiss him and steve leaned down to meet him in the middle. their lips were nothing but soft and gentle as they moved together, no rush and not a care in the world besides each other. steve’s arms were lazily draped over billy’s shoulders, and billy reached a hand up to gently stroke his thumb across steve’s cheekbone.

their surroundings no longer mattered, and they were no longer in that kitchen that seemed like it had never been used before. they were no longer in that big, always empty-seeming house in the middle of nowhere. they were no longer in the piece of shit town that had never really done anything for them besides make them feel like shit. they were just together, happy in the little bubble they had made for themselves.

they pulled back, lightly panting into each other’s mouths. they continued breathing eachother in as though the kiss had never really stopped, steve grinning widely and billy’s eyes fluttering open.

“that was pretty sweet, hargrove. maybe i’m the one rubbing off on you,” steve whispered, his lips brushing against billy’s with every word.

billy smiled, a small thing and reserved just for one steven harrington. he took a step back and grabbed the box sitting just to steve’s right, smile growing into a smirk as steve pouted at the distance between them. “the rubbing off on me can wait until later. right now, i have go bake some cookies because my boyfriend is an idiot and has no idea how to work an oven.”

“HEY!”

by crowfooted

Dude have you read “No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross”? Werewolf Billy!

hoppnhorn:

Sooooooo I saw this ask in my inbox no i wasn’t checking my email in bed…at all at like midnight last night….and I binged on the entire story. Um. WOW. That’s about the only word I have to describe it. It’s INTENSE and dark and so different from anything else I’ve read for Harringrove and really well written and I’m INTRIGUED. I definitely passed out right after reading it and didn’t really form any more thoughts other than “holy shit that was intense” and then zzzZZZZ. But I’m subscribed, man. I need to go back and reread [because let’s be serious, my retention drops off at about 10pm] and comment. It deserves it. 

Check it out if you’re interested. No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross by @godshattered​

Thanks for the recommendation, babe!!! ♥

by crowfooted

Imagine Alpha!Billy and Omega!Steve living in the same apartment building. One hot summer day, Billy happens to be in his rut the same time Steve is in heat. Both go to turn on the AC, only for their whole building’s ventilation system to shut down, allowing all the scents to leak through the air vents. So Billy, who lives one floor over Steve, catches a whiff of the sweet scent of the cute Omega who lives one floor down, same for Steve catching Billy’s scent. What happens next is up to you.

hoppnhorn:

Billy is a dominant, powerful alpha with a slew of omegas dying to win his affection. He loves it, lives for it, except when he’s in rut. Steve is an omega and fights it every damn day. But when his body goes into heat, needs to breed, he can’t do anything to stop it. Billy is in rut and Steve is in heat when a freak heatwave knocks out the air conditioning in their shared apartment complex. Open windows and rampant hormones? What could go wrong?

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Wrote a whole fic for you lovely. Hope you like ♥

by crowfooted

Harringrove fic

lucybrown45:

Wrote a thing: you should find your way home

Steve has spent the last few days unpacking his shit and generally making his presence known in Billy’s apartment. He drove Billy to work one day and on the way home spotted a store selling some truly terrible Hawaiian shirts. He bought three and while Billy had tried to throw them out almost immediately, they made Steve feel more Californian.

by crowfooted

Steve fucking billy until all he can manage is some garbled mess of Steve’s name, and broken, punched out moans. Eyes slightly unfocused, and everything thrumming with oversensitivity. Hands clawing at Steve’s back, maybe drawing blood, but he’s hardly aware of anything except the relentless pounding and the maddening drag of that cock on his prostate. But— “you can be a good boy and come one more time, for me. Can’t you, baby?”

flippyspoon:

YUSSS.

Steve drags a third orgasm out of Billy- he knows just how far to push Billy so that there are tears streaming down Billy’s face just from the sensations as he comes again as Steve strokes his thighs and watches, enthralled, the way Billy always looks like he’s having some holy vision when Steve pushes him this far and Billy comes dry and trembling and Steve finally stills, having already come and able to keep it going to get Billy in this state. It’s the best because it takes Billy so long to come down at this point, he can’t smirk or joke around or be mouthy, he can only breathe, he’s like a live wire practically vibrating, mouth parted, eyes red, cheeks wet, looking like a debauched angel and Steve kisses him all over, soft as a feather and whispers how good he was and how Steve would never want anyone else, can’t even imagine it, kisses his fingertips and the mole on his shoulder, asks his favorite question.

“Are you all mine, baby?”

“Yeah,” Billy whispers. 

“And I’m all yours.”

Billy loves answering the question as much as Steve loves asking it. Because if he belongs to Steve it mean Steve wants him that much and the very thought makes him a little euphoric as Steve kiss him softly. 

And anywhere outside the bedroom even when they’re affectionate together, it’s not like this, though sometimes Steve will fuck with him, throw out his favorite question because maybe he needs it because he’s having a shitty day and he can’t wait any longer- like Billy’s in his arms in some dark corner at school at Steve can’t help himself.

“Are you mine, baby?” Steve whispers in his ear. The question is so connected to what they do in bed that Steve just asking it makes Billy gasp a little.

“I…yeah.”

“And I’m all yours.” 

It always makes Billy a bit weak kneed and googly eyed and totally distracted for a while after, clumsy with love for Steve. And then he’ll glare at Steve on the court or in class.

“Can’t just say that whenever, dickhead,” Billy mutters. “I’m all fucked up now.”

“Sorry,” Steve says, but the thought that he has this effect on Billy makes him smile for the rest of the day.