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Some more thoughts Based on this post where you have your soulmates signature and Steve is a bat by @strangersatellites
I'm putting them in a new post so I don't derail it. I hope to I see several take on the initial concept. It's so fun.
Nancy and Jonathan he knows from back home they moved out here before him and have jobs at the paper. Are they are romantically involved or just friends now 🤷‍♀️ either way they work well together.
And they help Steve in his search. Jonathan knows where most of the murals in the city are and Nancy gives him some tips on getting people to give him information and a list of questions to help him along.
Benny has a deli across from one of them. He won't give up much, things good for business draws a crowd and if Eddie just happens to a regular who always tips good well why would he sell him out. Still he does offer Steve a sandwich and a list of a few murals that are lesser known in the city.
Heather works in the shop across from on and is annoyed in the uptick of customers. They're cutting into her down time. She didn't see anything anyway and she tells Steve he's wasting his time. The Bat is a ghost no one ever seen him. Or so she says.
Steve still has to work so there are days when he makes no progress, gets nowhere on finding his soul mate. Spends sleepless night tracing the bat on his hip and looking at the picture Jonathan gave him hoping somewhere in the is a clue.
So on and so forth skipping ahead.
Then the Robin thing I initially brought up
I can see a Steve running around the city type of thing happening because of this. He’s turning into a real detective, asking about all the murals, folks who live in the area. Steve meeting other characters from Stranger Things as he moves closer to his goal of finding his soulmate. He’s checked every single one he knows of is commiserating at the bar by the latest one. Robin is a bartender, mostly waving off his search until he waxes on about his soulmate and how talented they are. Steve isn’t the usual sort looking for Eddie so she slips him the address for another bar, one that play live music, has art all over, tells him to check it out. CC is of course play in front of the biggest mural Steve’s seen from his soul mate yet.
Steve wants to memorize every aspect of the mural, wants to take in every detail but it's hard with a band playing right in front of it. Harder still when his eyes catch on the lead singer and can look away. Mesmerized for an entire set.
He doesn't even realize he's just been sitting there watching until the band leaves for a break. Then he's turning to the bartender, an older man in flannel, asking about the mural. Wayne chuckles, "you'll have to ask the owner about that but he doesn't usually talk about it."
Steve's a little tipsy form earlier as he accepts the beer Wayne slides to him like a condolence. Sulky over one more obstacle standing between him and his person. "Could you ask him anyhow, please?" Wayne looks him over takes in his downtrodden face and the begging tone of his voice before giving a nod.
Steve’s not very hopeful by the time Wayne slides another beer to him either a shrug. He stays for the band and hopes that maybe if he's persistent he'll get the information. Nancy always insists sleuthing takes persistence.
He's mesmerized all over again and feels like dark eyes are boring into him, like this one's just for him. Which is silly, he's drunk and he's never heard this band, much less met the man singing. No way would he be singling him out, just a trick of the lights and the third beer he ordered.
When the singer climbs down from the stage he trips over a light playing it off as a bow. But what stands out to Steve is dark eyes still hooked on him as Eddie dances through the crowd signing autographs and giving hugs.
Steve turns away, it's a lot, too much and he's still ninety percent sure he's imagining it. All up until there's a sweaty musician's chest brushing against his arm as Eddie leans on the bar next to him, "so I hear you've been asking about our favorite artist."
I dunno I'm sorely tempted to write it write it but I've got so many wips already so I jsut wanted to get out some thought because I found the concept so inspired.
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Stress Ball Tiddies
A lil thing inspired by this post by @0ceanblue
Hope you don't mine. I just couldn't help myself. The idea was to cute.
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Steve has had a hard day. Work had been stressful. Not only had he been yelled at by a woman claiming her husband would never rent a movie from the back room. He had, Steve knows this because he checked it out to him there days ago. He also got yelled at by Keith about it, mostly to appease the woman but he can be vindictive and he is still mad Steve ate the last box of milk duds. He does not even like milk duds. It was just another move in his game of pettiness with Keith.
He is tired and sluggish, reflexes off and nearly rear ending someone who stopped too fast for a pedestrian is not making his day any better. The extra adrenaline coursing through him is not helping, now on top of being tired and stressed, he is amped up. He feels like he is strung too tight as he taps out a beat on the steering wheel.
The rest of the ride does not fare much better, there is an odd amount of traffic for this time of night and it seems like everyone is driving like an asshole. The air conditioning keeps blows too much air against his ears and not enough at his face when he tries to move it to a better position. All of the stations are playing songs either to load or to low and no amount of adjustments makes them any better.
He feels the slightest bit better when he parks behind the camaro in his driveway. Billy has been repairing it since he got the all clear from his physical therapist. The body has been worked back out, the lines smooth once more but the insides still need a lot of repair. Billy and the conditions these days, both doing better and better with time.
The keys jingle and he misses the lock three times. Kicking off his shoes as soon as he is inside barely remembering to kick the door closed as he discards his vest and coat on a rack. He misses the hook and they fall to the floor. He does not notice already making a beeline for the living room.
Billy is right where he thought he would be laid out on the couch in just a loose pair of joggers. Steve practically vaults over the back of the couch to flop onto him. Something he has been doing more and more since BIlly got healed up enough and revealed he likes it when Steve lays on top of him. Finds it just as relaxing as Steve does.
Steve presses his face right into the center of Billy’s pecs right over the starburst like scar. His hands landinh on either side of his face, a nipple beading against each palm. Steve mumbles a hello, lips brushing against warm skin as he squeezes Billy’s tits every few seconds.
"Bad day?" Billy stokes one hand through Steve's dark hair the other down the length of his back, coming up and repeating the action over and over again. Steve mumbles another response. As good as Billy needs, he already knew the answer when Steve flopped onto him without so much as a kiss hello.
Steve lays there enjoying the feel and sound of Billy’s heartbeat over the low murmur of the television. Relaxing, melting into the firm grounding caress against his back and hair and the soothing feel of Billy’s pecs being squeezed under his hands. It is the perfect combination for when he is feeling overwhelmed and needs to relax.
Steve is not sure how long he lays there before something catches his attention. There is a nice smell of something cooking coming from the kitchen. He twists his head to the side, ear resting between Billy’s pecs, heart beneath sounding even stronger like this.
"Something smells good." Steve can smell it even better now that his nose is not pressed against Billy’s skin.
"I always smell good." Billy teases and he does, like Steve’s favorite soap because he always steals it now and the foreign cologne Steve got him for Christmas.
"Yeah" Steve turns his face back into Billy’s pecs, rubbing his nose against his skin and inhaling deeply before resting his chin there as he looks up at him. "But that isn't what I meant."
"Got a roast in the oven." Billy is hoping it tastes as good as it smells.
"You made a roast?" Steve cock heads a little chin digging in as his lips quirk up at the corners.
"Claudia and Joyce came by and helped me out." Billy shrugs moving Steve with him. "Are you finally feeling better, pretty boy? You didn't even give me a kiss hello."
Steve frowns as he plays back the events of coming in and realizes that Billy is right he did not. He pushes up using Billy’s pecs and drops a soft kiss against his smiling mouth. "Sorry baby. Almost better."
"Almost?" Billy chuckles, Steve's hands squeezing against his pecs as he shifts back to where he started.
"Need another twenty minutes of tit time." Steve mutters time coming out muffled as he turns his face back into Billy’s warm chest.
"You can thrity and then it's dinner time." Billy’s smile gets wider as Steve goes back to squeezing his tits like they are his own personal stress balls. Always content to let Steve relieve his stress this way.
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Just something silly for mothers day.
Warnings for minor mommy kink and daddy kink.
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It is the wee hours of the morning, the sun barely risen overhead when banging on the front door has Steve tumbling out of bed and down stairs. He groans as he opens the door, blinking blurry eyes at Billy Hargrove standing in his doorway with a bouquet of flowers. Roses and baby's breath.
"What are you doing here?" Steve grumbles. He is excited to see Billy, always is but it is too early for whatever this is.
"Came to see my favorite mom." Billy motions up and down with the bouquet of flowers. They are pretty, really pretty too bad all he can smell is the nasty baby's breath.
"Fuck you." Steve says even if he is pleased to see Billy he is not going to just let that side without at least a little protest. Just because he occasionally gives the kids rides and lets them sneak movies they definitely should not have and use his discount, Billy likes to jokingly call him a mom.
"Let me in and we'll see." Billy waggles his eyebrows already pushing past Steve to let himself in.
"Who'd you steal those from?" Steve closes the door and follows Billy toward the kitchen biting his tongue about the shoes he is still wearing. That will just make Billy feel validated to call him mom again.
Billy pauses in the doorway and turns just enough to smirk at Steve. "Wheeler's front porch." Proch comes out on a cackles as Billy proceeds into the kitchen.
"Classy." Steve snorts ever since Karen hit on him at the pool Billy has been a menace to all of the Wheelers.
"If you don't want them I'll toss them in the bin." Billy threatens holding the bouquet over the trash can.
"No, no I didn't say that." Steve says quickly before Billy can drop them. There is three week old lasagna in there from finally cleaning out the fridge. If Billy dumps the flowers, there will be no saving them. "They'll liven the place up a bit." Steve tries for nonchalant. He actually really likes flowers, something Billy is aware of. "Just dump the baby's breath that shit stinks." Steve knows Billy feels the same way about the stuff.
Steve pulls down an old Tiffany's vase his father brought his mother flowers in once. It is covered in a layer of dust. Steve does not clean over the fridge but maybe he should next time cleaning day comes around. 
Billy pulls the bouquet apart and dumps the baby's breath in the trash while Steve rinses the vase and fills it with some water. He pulls out the kitchen scissors next and cuts three fourths off of each stem before putting them in the vase under Billy’s watchful eye.
"You going to make me breakfast as a thank you mama?" Billy asks with a grin that can be felt as he presses kisses to Steve’s neck, chest against his back.
Steve thinks about elbowing Billy in the stomach for the nickname but it is hard to tell when he has tender spots and Steve does not like accidentally hurting him just for teasing.  "Stop calling me mom names and I'll make you french toast." He offers, he is not much for eating first thing but Billy always seems to be hungry and he gets awful sweet when he is nice and full.
"Sure you don't want to play?" Billy drags his mouth along Steve’s neck, making him shiver, arms around his waist, keeping him where he is wanted. Steve huffs a denial on his lips that is stolen away and replaced with a groan by Billy’s next words. "You can call me daddy."
Billy has always known how to push Steve’s buttons and he always uses that ability liberally. Sometimes to annoy but more often than not these days to get him worked up. "I hate you." Steve grit out cheeks warm as his cock clubs up.
Billy grins chortaling like a hyena as he kisses Steve's neck once more."That's right, baby. Now make daddy breakfast." 
Steve rolls his eyes and after a few assessing nudges with his elbow with no signs that there are hidden hurts he elbows Billy just enough to put some space between them. "Fuck you it's mother's day you want to play you can make me breakfast." Billy groans and rubs over the spot as Steve shifts around him and flops into a chair at the rarely used kitchen table.
Steve is expecting backlash but instead he gets leering as Billy saunters to him, boots kicking his feet wider apart. "I got all the breakfast you need right here mama." Billy cups himself through his pants where the material is pulled taunt by his hard on. 
Steve sucks in a sharp breath, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Billy grins and Steve wants to rebuff him on principle but his mouth is already watering. Billy unzips his pants one handed, pulling his cock out as he drags that bottom lip from Steve’s teeth, thumb rubbing over it. "Come on mama food is going to get cold if you don't eat up fast."
Steve should bite him for the continued use of mama but all he does is slide out of his chair and drop to his knees. Lets Billy get a hand in his hair and feed his cock between his lips. Eyes falling closed as pre slides down his throat and Billy groans over him.
"Happy mother's day mama." Steve pinches Billy’s thigh for it and glares up at him through his eyelashes. Billy laughs and snaps his hips forward, making Steve breath heavily through his nose and swallow around him. His eyes fall shut sinking into the feeling as Billy fucks his mouth. All in all not a bad way to spend mother's day.
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I wasn't planning to post anything, mostly because I haven’t been inspired to finish anything but this little thing came to me last night, so here we are.
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I’m a Ten Damnit!
A short silly little thing, a lil spicy.
“Does Robin have to be here?” Eddie asks again, eyeing where Steve’s arm is stretched out, fingers tangled with Robin's as she sits in a high backed velvet chair he does not remember them getting while reading a giant book. It was one thing when they were just making out and still weird but kind of hot when it was just hand stuff but now that he is inside of Steve it is getting to him.
“It’s not like I want to be here, Munson.” Robin huffs not looking up from the wide book she has in front of her face. 
“Then leave!” Eddie talks with his hands, pulling them off of Steve long enough to wave them about.
“No!” Eddie winces at the volume of Steve and Robin yelling in sync. 
Eddie scrunches his nose up, “you two are fucked up and need therapy.”
“Are you going to fuck me or what?” Steve's arms wrap around his shoulders pulling him back down until their chests are touching,  “Just ignore Robin, pretend like she’s not even here.”
Eddie tries, hips shifting, thrusting one, two, three times before a rustle catches his attention and he’s turning to look. Robin still has the book up, held one handed despite its size, nearly twice as big as her head and in the other hand is a score card.
It is crisp white and on it written in bold black marker is a three with a sad little smiley face mocking him. 
It pisses Eddie off, face flushing as he moves upright…                                                                                                                                         
Eddie shoots up in bed, face just as red as in his dream mumbling “I’m  a ten damnit!”
Steve squints at him sleepily, stroking a hand against his arm, pulling him back down under the covers used to thus sort of thing. “Of course you are babe and tens need their beauty sleep.”
Eddie blinks away some of the sleep, squinting around the room like he is waiting for Robin to pop out of nowhere. Which is silly because she and Steve may be a bit codependent but she is in her apartment across the hall sleeping next to her girlfriend, not here holding hands with his boyfriend. 
Just to reassure himself Eddie curls their hands together pulling them up his chest. When Steve raises a sleepy brow at his strange behavior. Eddie kisses his fingers and wiggles closer throwing his arms around Steve as he settled back toward sleep.
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Baby Did You Come Back Wrong
Back on my necromancer Steve bullshit with the came back wrong trope this time.
Warnings: Reanimated Billy Hargrove, Neil Hargrove dying, blood drinking.
Baby Did You Come Back Wrong (I’ll Love You Anyway)
Steve is half asleep on the couch, covered in dirty but too tired from the night's activities to trudge upstairs to the bathroom for a much needed shower. He is dozing more than sleeping, amped up and the memory of what Billy had looked like when they cracked open his grave is haunting him. So every time he gets close to sleep there is that memory twisted in a nightmare where it did not work, where Steve was not able to work life back into him.
 The phone goes off, the ring loud in the quiet of the house, echoing off the walls shrilly. He thinks about ignoring it, about dragging the pillow over his head and pretending he really is sleeping. Deliberates so long it stops, quiet surrounding him once more, almost louder than before in it’s nothing ness.
 He jumps when the phone starts up again, nearly falling off the couch with it. He gets up by the second ring and trudges to the wall phone in the kitchen, leaning against the door frame as he picks it up. “Hello?”
 "I think Billy came back wrong." Max whisper shouts from the other end. Steve blinks a few times at the wall and shakes his head. He was a little off when he came back, a little more quiet, more reserved. He experienced a traumatic death. It would be stranger if he came back completely fine.
"No, he came back perfect." Skin shifting from drawn taunt gray to plump with collagen and that golden tan that is just part of Billy’s genetics. His hair that had been brittle was bouncy again, lush golden curls framing his face, hanging down to his shoulders. No black veins or black goo as Steve worked magic to fill in the holes of his body with borrowed flesh. He came back healed but full of scars littering his body and Steve is sure they litter his psyche as well. 
 "Steve!” There is panic in her voice drawing him out of the memory of Billy’s blue eyes going from glassy to bright and shining, staring up at Steve with clarity as he offered a hand to help him out of his grave. Max lowers her voice again, nearly gritting out the words. “He definitely came back wrong."
 Steve sighs, rubs a hand through his hair and then grimaces as he looks at the dirt under his nails. Starts rubbing his thumb nail under the nail on his index finger trying to work the dirty away. "Max, he just has to get used to being back." Steve cannot imagine it, not really. He has never died, only had near death experiences courtesy of the upside down. He doubts even those experiences come close to actually dying.
 "He killed Neil!" Max shouts again making him jump, nail slipping and digging hard under his other nail. It hurts, makes him hiss like a disgruntled cat.
 "Oh…” Steve knows he should care that Billy killed Neil, knows it should be a big deal. He does not care though, from what he knows it is probably justified. Billy deserves some revenge on the one monster still around to take it. “From what I understand he probably deserved it." Besides, he could have attacked anyone, could have lashed out at Steve or Max in the graveyard, or fled and gone after some random passerby. He didn’t so either Neil instigated or at least Billy knows who is and is not the enemy. So not a big problem even if a dead body is inconvenient, Steve already knows the location of a recently vacated gravy.
 Max is not as reasonable and understanding as Steve yelling in his ear again. "STEVE!” He sighs tiredly and knows even if he could manage to sleep he will not be getting the chance anytime soon. “Billy is hunched over Neil licking the blood from the ground." 
 Oh! That is worthy of alarm. "I'm on my way." Steve’s own voice is the loud one this time, hanging up before way is even full out of his mouth. 
 Fuck Steve hopes this is not going to be a thing. He does not think he has the heart to put Billy back in the grave if it comes to it. He needs to make sure it never comes to that.
TBC ??? Maybe
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Very rough snip from my Adventure Steve/Spider Hybrid Billy wip. This is where they first meet.
Steve shouts startled as he feels something against his neck, solid but light. He jumps up, flower falling from his hand as he tries to get away from whatever is on his neck. He doesn't like the feel, like something is crawling over him, it only gets worse when it gets to his hair pinching and pulling as it climbs him. Steve manages to swat it away, watching with wide eyes as it twirls in the air, black and flesh tones spinning together as it gracefully lowers to a nearby flower. Steve takes a step back, eyes focusing on the monster?
Steve isn't sure he can call it that, sure there are humanoid monsters but those are things like sirens. He's never heard of one like this, human looking from the waist up, all tan skin and golden blone hair flowing down to his shoulder blades, from the waist down however he's got the body of an aracnid type monster. Judging by the colors the marble of black and gray with a triangular splash of golden orange on the but, whatever spider he hails from is corrosive. 
Billy huffs and puffs as he rights himself on the closest flower, glaring up at the elf. He doesn't understand why he's been knocked off, he was only trying to mark him, make sure no one else comes along thinking he is up for grabs. Billy is going to keep him, that means keeping him safe, a job Billy intends to take very seriously. Billy brushes off imaginary lint before glaring up at the elf.
Steve eyebrows shoot up into his hair line as the hybrid crosses his arms over his human chest with a hissed, "let me bite you!"
"Uh, no thank you?" Steve wishes his voice didn't go high on the end like it's a question but he's never spoken to a monster before, he didn't know there were any that could talk even those with humanoid aspects. He doesn't know what to make of this.
"Why not?" Doesn't this elf understand it's for his own good? Billy can see his level and knows he's too low to be down here. He's going to get himself killed.
Steve gives Billy an unsure look annoyed as his voice goes high again, "I don't want to die?"
Billy's jaw drops, his but twitching, angry at the notion, "I wasn't planning to kill you!"
Steve nods, but he's still giving him that same looks at he points to the markings on his but that indicate just how dangerous he can be, "well I'm not immune to corrosive damage so sure seems like it."
Billy huffs, butt wiggling faster, "my bite is only corrosive if I want it to be, don't you know anything!" Billy wouldn't kill him, he wants to keep him, and not as a corpse for dinner, though he does look like he'd be delicious. 
Steve wasn't aware monsters could choose, none of the books he's read on the subject have suggested that and none of the adventures he's partied with have mentioned it either. Does anyone know about this? "Well until just a minute ago I didn't think any monster could talk so certainly less than I thought I did."
Billy scrunches his nose up, still annoyed, "well I can."
"Can others?" Steve doesn't know how he'll feel if they can.
Billy's mood turns a bit sulky, that's part of why it's so lonely down here, "haven't met any."
Steve squats down, fairly certain at this point that Billy isn't going to kill him, bringing him eye level with the small man? creature? Steve is still confused about what he is. "Must get lonely down here, I'm Steve by the way."
Steve holds a big hand out to him and Billy reaches out holding the tip of his middle finger in an imitation of a shake. "BIlly and it is lonely, that's why I'm going to keep you.”
I'm nearly 10k in and I just love this au so much.
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Vamp Eddie
Warnings for: blood/blood drinking
The moon is high, a few days from bloating, a faint yellow glow to it. Harvest season, the land smelling of all that is growing in the dirt, the warmth of hearths and the chill hint of winter starting to slide in, ready to freeze everything over in the blink of an eye.
“If you ever leave me I will kill you.” Eddie grumbles into the crease of Steve’s hip, biting down and making him jerk, hands holding him still as he digs his teeth in deeper. Steve moans and sighs, hand petting at Eddie’s hair as he lets up on the pressure, tongue soothing over tender flesh, tasting copper.
“Yeah, okay.” Steve laughs as he says it unconcerned, taking another sip from his glass of wine and nearly spilling it on the imported upholstery of his mother’s new couch when Eddie digs his teeth in hard again. "That fucking hurts ass hole!" Steve quickly sets his glass back on the side table.
 Eddie does not pull back until Steve’s hand fists in his hair and drags him back with force, blood splattering with the sudden motion. There are drops staining Steve’s rucked up shorts. “I’m serious!” Eddie hisses, licking over his sharp teeth before any more blood can escape him.
Eddie leans back down sucking at the fabric of Steve’s shorts trying to get as much of that drop as he can. “Yeah?” Steve asks,grip softening going from holding to stroking Eddie dark locks.
“Deadly so.” Eddie growls, undermined by the way his fang catches on the hem of Steve’s shorts.
Steve snorts again and gets bit for it. “No, no I believe you! Stop it! I said stop!" Steve shouts pushing Eddie away still laughing. His humor sours some as he sees all the marks, the newest already swelling around the punctures. "You’re going to make it impossible for me to wear pants tomorrow if you keep this up." Something that's happened once before and the reason Eddie is no longer allowed to bite along waist line.
Eddie does not have to be this rough when he feeds; he is just in a mood. “Yeah well I hate you in pants. I’ll kill them too.” Eddie's fingers edge closer and Steve catches his hand before he can use his supernatural strength to unpants him.
Steve pulls Eddie's hand up, catching it between both of his, unfurling his fingers to press a kiss against the skin of his hand. “Would you kill for me, Eddie?” Lips brushing softly, almost tickling as he speaks.
Eddie's dark eyes bore into him, the red ring around them heavy and bright from such a recent feed. “Yes, anyone any time. Name them.” Steve hums appreciatively, dropping another kiss against Eddie's palm. “Ask me to kill for you.” Eddie begs, fingers of his free hand pressing on on the bite marks making Steve moan, the bulge tenting his shorts jerking.
“Not today.” Steve says, smirking down at Eddie as he curls his torso leaning down. Steve's hand finds Eddie’s wavy locks once more fisting and tugging his head back for a hungry kiss.
Now whit a companion piece.
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Thinking about trans masc Billy rocking Steve’s world and blowing his back out with his monster strap.
Warnings for: anal sex, monster strap, a little bit of daddy kink, face sitting, cunnilingus .
It is the biggest dick Steve has ever seen, neon and sparkly and it glows in the dark! He has never seen one that shape, bulbous knot at the base, the shaft curving at an angle Billy assures him is for his pleasure.
 Billy makes Steve choke on if fist, the curling shaft, stretching his mouth wide and tickling his uvula, spit dripping down around it. It makes his cock so hard he is afraid he is going to cum before they even get to the main attraction, spitting pre when Billy tangles a hand in his hair and really pushes him down on it until he is rearing back and coughing, cheeks ruddy and eyes wet, dick twitching when Billy laughs and coos “I’ll get you there one of these days pretty bitch.”
 Billy pats his cheek with the strap on, just hard enough of a sting to shock a gasp out of Steve as he leers down at him. “Time to roll over for daddy.”
 Steve has never moved so fast, cock so hard it hurts as Billy’s hands move him into a better angle on his hands and knees, the silicone of the monster cock dragging through his ass crack. He is already loose and slick Billy working him up to this with a selection of plugs to get him ready.
 He is still not prepared for what it will feel like. Moaning and drooling as he is split open, the curving shaft  stretching him wide. When that gently pointed tip hits his prostate Steve cums shaking as Billy works the rest of the dildo into him, the knot at the base working him wider, dragging his orgasm out.
 “We’re far from done, pretty boy.” Billy laughs, hands keeping Steve from slumping down into the puddle of his own cum. “I can go all night,” he assures as he starts really moving, the knot at the base catching on Steve’s rim making him whine and clench as he drools into the bed spread. His dick does not even fully soften before he is hard and leaking again.
 By the time Billy decides he has had enough Steve can barely move. Struggling to flip over when Billy slaps his ass and tells him too. His mouth still works though and he happily licks up all of Billy’s dripping juices as he sits on his face until he has just as many orgasms as Steve.
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Make sure to check out this beautiful art by @raven-cl and show it some love.
Dandelion Wishes - Chapter 15 of 15- Grow
Billy is not sure when it starts. Somehow carrying the little pot around with him just naturally morphs into talking to it like Steve is here and can hear him. He tells Steve about his day, things he has read, looking for a job, all of the mundane little things he can think of. 
On the rare occasions he does not have Steve right in his hands, Franklin will sometimes say something to the plant in private, begging for his son to return. Annette doesn't care if Billy is holding him, she will lean down face level with the slowly growing sprout and tell him things. There are a lot of “I love you” and “I miss you” and the occasional desperate plea of “please come back my little dandelion” that make Billy’s chest ache. 
Billy begs too, just at night when everyone else is asleep and the moon is the only thing letting him see the sprout. Tears rolling down his face as he kneels in front of the night stand, cheek pressed against it as he stares longingly. “Please come back to me. I’m sorry I pushed you away before. I just wanted you to be safe. I need you back, you’re supposed to stay with me forever, remember. You promised.” 
Billy has not missed anyone like this since his mother, and that thought just makes the tears come harder.
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It's finally time to start posting my fic for @bigbangharringrove.
Billy makes a dandelion wish during a road trip with his mother and meets Steve in the seeds. Too bad as soon as Billy gets him he loses him, chalking the dandelion boy up to a brief imaginary friend
California is hard on Billy, living under Neil’s roof, is hard on all of them. He hopes that his mom will come back even though he knows it’s a long shot. Events lead him to Hawkins right in time for Steve’s senior year.
Billy is drawn to pretty boy Steve Harrington; he just doesn't know why until he comes looking for Max and ends up covered in dandelion seeds.
I was lucky enough to be teamed up with the lovely and talented @raven-cl. ( 🔻an adorable preview of the full piece located here)
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Dandelion Wishes - Chapter 1 - The Wish
“Billy?” Loraine asks, voice raspy and tired, drawing his attention from staring out the window at the blurring scenery. He ignores her, tucking his hands in against his ribs tightening them like a hug, bottom lip jutting out. “Don’t be like that sunshine,” she reaches a thin hand out and brushes his cheek, sighing when he pulls away from the touch. 
Things have been good. His mom was tired but they are together just the two of them. Billy thought, hoped this was going to be how it was from now on, just the two of them on the road traveling from town to town taking in the sites. A trunk full of knickknacks and t-shirts from all of the little tourist destinations they have stopped at along the way. 
It doesn’t last though. The good time is coming to an end just like Billy knew it would. Just because he knows it is coming doesn't mean he is happy about it. She is leaving him, sending him to live with his father as she loses the battle against her ailing body. She is not just leaving him for a little while this time. She might not be coming back and Billy will be stuck with Neil.
“Sunshine, talk to me,” Loraine tries again, the wind coming in from the open windows bringing the scent of wildflowers as it whips their hair around their faces. Billy’s throat is tight, eyes wet, bottom lip wobbling as he shakes his head. The scenery out the window is still blurry even as the car slows down, pulling off on a patch of worn down grass, paths worn from tire treads soft and brown. “Baby I’m sorry. If I could stay with you I would.”
Billy gives a big sniff, nose dripping as a fat tear rolls down his cheek. Lorain puts the car in park, turning the key to cut the engine but leaving the radio playing softly. “Billy. I’m sorry.” She wipes the tear from his cheek and unbuckles his seat belt, pulling him into a hug as best she can with the stick shift between them. “I wish I could be with you always.”
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Little Hero
 Link likes sleeping in the wild, less monsters now that the calamity has been averted, less dangerous ones at least. He likes finding a place high in a tree on a branch big enough to keep him from falling or in the natural little nest of roots, just big enough to be comfortable. The sun is just starting to rise, breaking through the foliage when the sheikah slate on his hips starts pinging.
   He frowns, rubbing sleep from his eyes before finally giving heed to its beckoning call. He frowns as he opens it, the map taking up the screen, a golden yellow marker blinking over the castles. That cannot be good, he better go check it out.
   Link checks on Zelda first, looking through the window to find her sound asleep, half off her bed but safe. She has been working with Purah most days as of late, probably will not even notice he is gone until this evening. Plenty of time for him to get back before she can start to worry.
   Link uses the sheikah slate to travel to the shrine within the castle grounds. Some monsters have slipped in again, nothing he cannot handle. A few Keese and chuchus, all easily dispatched.
   He uses the map to guide him, following it down further and further to where he fought Ganondorf. He does not know what he is expecting to find down here, what could possibly make the sheikah slate go off. Maybe something, more likely someone messing with Ganondorf’s remains?
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My Harringrove Au List N-Z
PART 1 A-M
Necromancer
Baby Did You Come Back Wrong - Steve brings Billy back and he needs more than a burger and fries to survive. 
I’d Sell My Soul to a Devil - Steve sacrifices himself to save Billy at Starcourt. Billy makes a promise to get him back, it's going to take him a while but he plans to keep that promise. Even if he has to make a deal with a demon to do it. Even if the price isn't right.
Necromancin Dancin - Billy died at Starcout, he doesn't stay that way for long.
Sear Through Me - Billy is an asshole with magic, the upside down latches onto him, and he is an unwilling puppet. When he faces the mind flayer at Starcourt he knows he is going to die. Steve doesn't let him.
You Can’t Kill Love - Chrissy dies and Eddie goes to Steve looking to bring her back.
Omegaverse
Beauty and The Beast - Mr. Harrington takes a rose and instead of paying the price the beast of the castle demands himself, he sends his son in his stead. Billy is not sure what to do with an omega who not only does not cower away from him like everyone else but also seems to think he is a slob and keeps trying his patience. (Magic)
Benefits of Surviving - Billy finds Steve at the gate when the demobats attack.It would be a happier affair if they weren't trapped and Steve wasn't on the brink of a heat.
Come On Alpha - Steve is tired of waiting for Billy to make a move, so he takes matters into his own hands.
Everything I do Is To Bring Me Closer To You - Billy has a long way to go before he can make his dream of marrying Steve a reality. (Regency and Magic)
Find Comfort In Me - Billy needs a comfort omega after surviving Starcourt. Steve is absolutely not who he expected Hopper to hire. He didn’t even know Steve was an omega.
First Impression - Alpha Billy meeting Steve for the first time at Tina's party.
Flirt Like A Bird - Billy wants to woo Steve, he tries a couple of options that haven't gone well. He tries a new tactic.
Giants Blood - Highborn Omega Steve finally realizing Alpha wildling Billy has been courting him. 
Hay In Your Hair, Mud On My Boots (Series) - Loose Yellowstone inspired au
Need An Alpha To Pop A Knot - Steve's an alpha who's never popped a knot, not until Billy comes along.
Omegas Like Us Have To Stick Together - Steve presents at the mall and bites and cries when any alpha or beta gets to close. Luckily Billy shows up more than willing to help when the end game is getting to keep Steve.
Smoke - Billy is ditching class for a smoke break when Steve comes along.
Track In A Crowd - Billy and Steve find each other by scent at a party. (Model Steve/Musician Billy)
Transmac alpha Billy - story idea for how he ends up in Hawkins and meets Steve. 
You’re My Bitch - Omega Billy fucking alpha Steve and the one time he finally lets Steve knot him.
You’re Extra Special, Something Else - Billy and Max escape Neil and move to Hawkins, where Billy sets his sights on Steve Harrington.
Party Clown
Clown Shoe (Series) - Billy gets a job as a party clown, Steve has some mixed feeling about it but mostly he’s just horny.
Pirates
Part 1 and 2 - A pirates of the Caribbean/ Princess Bride mash up
Professional Athlete
Thaw the Ice - Steve needs a new Coach. Billy is here for the job.
Reanimated
You Will Be Made New Again - Jonathan and Tommy succeed in bringing Billy back from the dead, Steve their exasperated neighbor is the only thing that can get him to cooperate. AKA A Frankenstein's monster Billy fic. (Collage/University Au)
Regency 
Dragons Are Hoarders - The kingdom of Harrington offers up anything in the treasury for the return of their lost heir. Billy just so happens to need something they have in their possession. Things of course do not go to plan. (Magic)
The Jester and His King - King Steve getting railed by his jester. 
Pretty Fool (Series) - Snapshots from King Billy and Jester Steve’s exploits around the castle. 
Roommates 
And They Were Roommates - Steve and Billy are roommates, Billy is less than pleased when Steve gets a boyfriend.
Avoidance Techniques - Billy keeps getting drunk at frat parties, and Steve is his roommate who keeps getting called to pick him up. (College/University Au)
The Case of The Missing Clothes - Steve's clothes have been going missing, he finally finds where they've all been going. (College/University Au)
Fill That Hole in Your Life - Pandemic/Quarantine Au - Billy and Steve figure some stuff out during the pandemic when all they have is each other for company. 
Scarecrow
Have Some Fun - Steve gets drunk and wanders into Billy's corn maze.
Sea Creature
A Bargain - Steve is a lonely merman who seeks out the sea witch to help him find love.
Salt Skin - Friends don’t plan and construct elaborate surprises that take weeks to prepare and involve a contractor, no that’s beyond friend behavior and edging dangerously close to courting behavior. Except Steve had gone and hurtled right over that line and presents Billy with a gift so fantastic he can no longer ignore his feelings. 
The Whale and The Danio - Steve loses his school, and Billy finds him.
Secret Relationship
The Hard Stuff - When Steve comes over and follows Billy to his bedroom, Tommy over hears them fucking and misunderstands what is going on. 
Serial Killers 
Bloody Summer (Series) - Billy meets Steve at summer camp where the counselors keep dropping like flies. 
Sex Worker
Billy with a Cane - Billy never expected to find Steve working in a strip club.
Camboy/Farmer Steve - Billy comes to help Max with her form and runs into his favorite camboy.
December To New Years - Camboy Steve and his budding relationship with Billy.
Roommates with Pornstar Billy - As a joke Billy gets Steve a subscription to the site he works for. If he’s hoping Steve watches his videos well that’s his business. 
Virgin Territory - Steve accidentally admits to knowing about Billy's cam work, things go a lot better than he ever thought they would.
Soulmates
Let Me Take Your Pain - Billy and Steve are soulmates, they don't find that out till they fight.
Love at First Fight - Love at first sight is bullshit as far as Steve is concerned, he has given up on it. 
Space
Frozen Beauty? - Billy sees Steve cryo frozen for the first time when he’s eight, the older he gets the more obsessed he becomes until he finally has his boy.
WSwaBEwaB - Bounty hunter Billy takes a job that leads him to cyborg Steve.
Star Wars
Come To The Dark Side - Steve and Billy are separated by the Jedi. Billy joins the Sith as a way to find his way back to Steve and get some revenge on those who would keep them apart.
Step Brothers
Step Brothers - Steve and Billy’s mom get together, that doesn’t stop their relationship. 
Trans
Transmasc Billy/ Nonbinary Steve -  Just some hc’s for them.
Tramsmasc Billy rocking Steve’s world - Thinking about trans masc Billy rocking Steve’s world and blowing his back out with his monster strap.
Sugar daddy 
Hardhat Daddy - Steve works at a hardware store and Billy is a rich contractor. 
Sugar Sugar (Series) - Years after Starcourt a rich and successful Billy runs into a struggling Steve. Billy just wants to take care of him.
Vampires
The Calling - Steve gets caught by the demodogs in the tunnels, torn to shreds. He’s on the cusp of dying, no way around that but Billy makes sure he wakes up again. 
Vampire/Werewolf
Bite - The fight at the Byers doesn't happen but Steve still finds his back against the dirt.
Sink Your Teeth In - Billy isn’t going to let Steve starve.
Werewolf
Shifting Pleasures - Billy takes things out of hand one night. Steve might have fun but that doesn't mean Billy isn't in trouble for not asking first.
Time Travel
If I Could Turn Back Time - When they find themselves in the past Steve is willing to risk the future they know if it means a chance to save Billy.
Zombie
Reunited - Steve and Billy reuniting during a zombie apocalypse.
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Preview of a prequal in the Hey In Your Hair, Mud On My Boots Verse.
They're in their teens here.
Billy nudges his shoulder against Steve, feeling brave with him right there, "It's good, you help make it?"
Steve’s face pinches up, eyes narrowed as his scent goes sour, "why because I'm an omega?"
Billy shakes his head, own face scrunching up with that sourness curling in his nose, he doesn’t like it, "cuz you brought it out."
Steve eyes him suspicious for a long few minutes before seeing something he likes. "Mema made it.” Steve’s scent goes back to a normal sweetness, as he huffs and rolls his eyes, “I'm not allowed to help with actual cooking, it isn't something I'm suited for."
Billy bobs his head still watching Steve, nudging the half a roll sitting on his napkin when he catches him eyeing it, "Guess you'll have to find someone who is suited to it."
Steve breaks a small piece off, mouth curling wide as he turns his full attention on Billy again, hip against the table, "you offering? You gonna cook for me?" Steve grins, scent bright and Billy gulps unsure what to say to that. He’s never met an omega like him.
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Make sure to check out this beautiful art of a scene from the first chapter by @raven-cl (I don't know what happened when I posted this one but I think when I tried to edit the link I accidentally deleted this 😬)
Dandelion Wishes - Chapter 5 - The Move
Max squirms out of his hold on her shirt, moving away from him, past the rubble and dirt on the side of the road to the tall grass of the field. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?"
"It's not like I'll be any help." Max twirls, arms outstretched and angled slightly down, fingertips brushing the tops of the tallest flowers. "There's a whole field full of dandelions." Among other wildflowers, violet and yellow shades remind Billy of the day he imagined Steve. "I'm going to make some more wishes."
Billy almost asks, more? But he shakes his head, he doesn’t really want to know, “you're wasting your time."
Max shouts, "I don't care!" When he moves around to the side of the car to get the jack under it she is already a good distance away, flopping down into the tall grass out of sight. Billy shakes his head and starts to work on the tire trying his best to ignore the mutter of her wishes.
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He’s Got The Spirit
“What are you wearing?” Steve chokes out, coughing as his cheeks go ruddy. He’s staring, no way of hiding it, mouth parted in a pink o as his eyes try and escape for an even closer look.
Billy Hargrove showing up in a hawking high cheerleading uniform should cause more commotion than the few catcalls it gets him. Steve does not understand how everyone else is acting so normal about this. How they are not transfixed by the stretch of the top over his pecs, the high skirt brushing the tops of his thighs, the hot pants the only thing keeping him from just showing it all at any given moment. He even has his hair pulled up in the typical high pony, the scrunchie matches his uniform, a few stray curls frame his face. Steve decides that everyone else must have gone blind, or are just too stupid to admire Billy Hargrove in all of his uniformed glory
“You trying to tell me you’ve never seen the uniform this close before?” Billy asks, lips pinker than normal. Steve cannot help wondering what type of lip gloss he is wearing, it is definitely there, his lips are not usually naturally that shiny. Steve wants to taste it.
Steve remembers Billy spoke when a plain white shoe, old and scuffed taps his foot as he cocks his hip out. It draws Steve’s eyes down to the thigh high socks, a revelation of thick thighs threatening to burst free. Have Billy’s thighs always looked that thick? Steve does not think so but maybe he has never paid them enough attention, now all he wants to do is get his face between them.
“Not like this.” Steve mutters breathlessly, staring as Billy steals the lukewarm beer from his hand and downs the last of it. Head tipped back, throat bobbing, a drop of amber liquid escaping to dribble down his chin. Steve wants to lick it off. Thankfully before he can do anything stupid like actually give into that urge Billy finishes the beer with a satisfied sound. He hands the empty bottle back to Steve who takes it wordlessly, blindly setting it on the closest surface as he watches Billy drag the back of his hand over his mouth taking away some of the shine. He is definitely wearing something.
“Like what you see pretty boy.” Steve nods helplessly, guts twisting as Billy tips his head back and laughs. Not his usual mean laugh when he is mocking, a little more genuine, just for Steve. When he tips his head back down, his eyes are boring into Steve as he licks over this lips and teeth like a predator looking at its next meal. “You trying to get under my skirt pretty boy?”
“God, yes, please.” Steve does not actually mean to say that out loud much less sound so pathetic and begging. His skin grows ruddier by the second as Billy’s eyes widen and emotions shift through them rapidly. For one gut wrenching moment Steve thinks he is going to get punched in the face before they settle Billy’s smirk mean but promising in a way that has his gut twisting in a more pleasant way.
“Well let’s fucking go then.” Billy catches Steve by the wrist and drags him through the crowd. They part for them a few murmurs and more catcalls as even more people get a look at Billy in his Steve suspects stolen cheerleader uniform. No one stops them and Steve finds himself being pushed into an empty room before he can wrap his head around it all.
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It’s Wednesday so have a wip. Technically working on this for my bound and gagged square. Billy’s going to use those long, long socks for a very good time.
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He frowns when he finds Billy Hargrove standing in the doorway with his own frown but no sign of an emergency to be seen. "Where's the fire?" Steve asks around the cookie, swallowing and licking the crumbs that have escaped coating lips.
Billy looks behind him, eyes on the sky looking for smoke. When he finds none, he turns back to Steve confused, "What are you talking about?"
Steve leans against the door frame hands on his hips, "with all of that banging I thought maybe someone was dying, you always knock so dramatically?"
Billy's nose scrunches up, making the freckles on his cheeks stand out a little more. "Oh shut up, let me in."
Steve stretches an arm to the other side of the frame, barring entrance, "so why are you here?" They certainly do not have plans, at least as far as he knows, but Tommy could have made them. He used to make plans for Steve all the time without telling him, folks would just show up, and he would only find out why once Tommy showed up.
Billy raises an eyebrow as a smirk curls over his lips, "you lost the bet, remember? you're mine for a day and I've come to collect."
There's that heat again, flushing through him as Billy easily pushes his arm out of the way and lets himself in. Right, Steve was kind of hoping that had not actually been real, or that Billy would forget. He should have known that would not happen.
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