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CAN YOU KEEP THE SUIT ON? . POE DAMERON

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Summary: The one where distractions weren't supposed to diverge your attention when leading a mission, but Poe Dameron in a suit is enough to do so.

Word count: 4305.

Warnings: Strictly 18+. I don’t want minors interacting with this piece of writing. Dirty talk, swearing, thigh-riding, overstimulation, suit kink.

Notes: This is a repost. See you all in hell, my lovelies. I’ve sinned. It’s been a while since I actually wrote some smut, so I’ve had to search for some references here and here. I hope enjoy it! Keep in mind that English is not my first language. Sorry in advance for any mistakes.

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The sleepless city lights blazed brightly as the landspeeder accelerated through the crowded streets inside Canto Casino and Racetrack, a complex composed of several casinos and restaurants, including a racetrack and a hotel. You and Poe Dameron, on the backseat, headed back to the hotel you were staying while in Canto Bight. Poe had his head propped against your shoulder as one of your hands slowly caressed his scalp, which caused him to doze off after all the agitation of the night. You watched the high buildings towering over the traffic, the people on the streets, the starry sky even though the bright lights practically erased all of them.

You would never have imagined one day you would be the one leading a mission. At Canto Bight, you had been instructed to investigate Trou Bond’s, a bounty hunter, whereabouts alongside Rontri Estala, Yui Tonk and “a pilot of your choice, preferably the best pilot in the galaxy”, according to General Dameron. Uh, well, better: according to your, uh, hook-up Poe Dameron.

Trou Bond had been capturing Resistance members and allies – scattered across the galaxy in order to restore the New Republic – after the First Order’s defeat at Exegol. The Crescent Royale Casino at Canto Casino and Racetrack seemed to be Bond’s addiction, in which its credits, according to an informant, were commonly lost in endless Sabacc matches. Although the Bounty Hunters’ Guild favoured the Resistance during the Cold War against the First Order, Bond’s loyalty, apparently, lay with the latter.

You averted your dreamy gaze to Poe, smiling softly at his drowsy state. Your other hand rested on his tight, absentmindedly rubbing your thumb over it. Poe had one of his hands loosely wrapped around your waist. He sleepily hid his face in the crook of your neck, lightly pressing his lips against your skin. You hummed quietly at his gesture. Until you reached the hotel, both of you stayed in a comfortable silence. Every now and then, Poe would peck your lips out of the blue, causing you to smile and reciprocate the gesture. However, your kisses were longer, passionate and slightly needy.

The truth was that you had to endure a endless night beside Poe in that suit, which had you feeling quite frustrated. You loved the way it fit him perfectly. Maker, it was driving you crazy how his trousers were just tight enough and how his jacket wrapped around his rather muscular body. You kept biting your lips, pressing them in a thin line as you intently watched him interact with selected humans and creatures.

When both of you stepped out of the landspeeder and reached the inside of the building, meters apart from Rontri and Yui – a temporary fake couple in honeymoon – the hotel hall was strangely quiet compared to the constant buzz of the Crescent Royale Casino. Apart from a few other guests that were on the Canto Casino and Racetrack by the fancy dresses and suits that were around, there were few hotel workers to welcome those who arrived late at night.

It was only after getting to the elevator, seeing the doors close in front of you and leaving you alone inside the machine that your body collapsed in sexual frustration, obliging you to break the silence that had settled between you and Poe by hastily pinning him against the whitish marble elevator wall.

“You know I have a thing for men in suits,” you whispered hoarsely in his ear after kissing the spot right below it. Anticipation burned inside of your longing organism for an unholy carnal conjunction. Trembly fingers. Ragged breath. Hardly noticeable moan at the thought of you fucking in the elevator, his tie askew, the button up shirt half undone, and the jacket long forgotten on the whitish marble floor. “And I had to watch you the whole fucking night in this one.”

“W-What?” Poe stuttered, a confused gaze wandering through your features as though it revealed the mystery behind your sudden movement. Well, as a matter of fact, there was no mystery, but a sexually frustrated hook-up pinning him against the whitish marble elevator wall, mission hastily buried inside your brain. You delicately dragged your fingers down his black tie, inciting involuntary reactions from him, a slight buckle of hips that would have been unnoticed if sexual frustration did not pump through your arteries and veins. Poe gulped quietly, intently watching your fingers slide down his abdomen to pull at the waistband of his trousers underneath his jacket.

“Maker, stop,” Poe warned sternly, his intense – and anxious – gaze locking with yours as he firmly pulled your hand away. Another buckle of his hips betrayed him, causing you lips to smirk. Your faces were so close, you could smell a faint scent of alcohol on Poe’s breath.

“Or what?” You asked innocently against his lips, skin dragging against one another. “Are you ripping this dress from me right in an elevator, Poe? Are you, darling?”

“Fuck,” he exhaled in frustration, taking one of his hands to his wavy hair and sliding it through his locks. All the tiredness from before due to the endless investigation was completely gone from his bones, anticipation shooting through his arteries and veins.

“Hm, you do want me out of this dress, don’t you, Poe?” You laughed quietly, capturing his lips in a slow and sensual kiss when the elevator dinged, and a masculine voice announced the floor number. Fingers eagerly explored each other’s body, pretending to venture in undiscovered land when, in fact, minds easily traced paths along layers of clothes which hid mapped territory. You stumbled out of the elevator when the doors ghosted open, pulling at your dress to prevent yourself from stepping over it. The hallway was eerily silent. The buzz caused by your noisy surrounding at the casino insistently rang inside of your skull, annoyingly contrasting with the silence engulfing you. The corridor lights were off until you stepped under a sensor, causing all the dim yellow lights to quickly lit up. Poe’s hands eagerly searched for your body, a light in the dark, pinning you against the nearest hallway wall.

“You look stunning in this dress, YN, I must admit it,” he had his hands on your waist, his eyes eagerly met yours once again, trying to find the same needy feeling hidden inside of them. “But, yes, I’d rather see you out of it.”

You laughed loudly as he stole a kiss from your slightly-lipstick-smeared lips. “Oh, and what exactly do you have in mind, Mr. Dameron? Oh, hm, General Dameron?”

Poe Dameron bit his bottom lip. He nearly missed your lips as his were a tad too far left and his nose bumped against yours, but he persisted. You maneuvered your mouth into position, tilting your head so that your lips could meet firmly and happily at last. “Maybe eat you out in this suit? Would you like that?”

“Oh, Maker, shut up. Fuck. Fuck, Poe,” a hiss escaped from your lips – which dangerously seemed a whine –, a breathless laugh escaping from your lips as your eyes averted to both sides of the empty corridor. “Y-Yes. Fuck, yes, I’d love it.”

“Hell, you surely would, wouldn’t you?”

You could feel arousal menacingly pulsing in your arteries and veins, making your fingers tremble in desire as shivers shot through your bones. “Are you going to make me feel good? So good that I’ll moan your name until dawn while you eat me out?”

“You bet, darling.”

You and Poe hurried to your hotel room not being able to keep your hands off each other, stealing kisses and sharing the same burning desire. Again, he pushed you to the nearest hallway wall as you reached your room door, crashing his lips against your neck. He hungrily bit at your skin and sucked faint hickeys as he blindly tried to find the slot to push the card in and unlock the door.

“So eager, aren’t we?” You teased, pulling the card from his fingers, and pushing it hard in the slot as he kept kissing your neck, warm breath hitting your skin. You pushed the door open and your lips met once again in a quick kiss. Poe held on to your body as you entered the room and slammed your fingers against the light switch, repeatedly missing the buttons until they accidentally pressed against them, turning on a few of the yellow lights.

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106 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

FEAR AND LOATHING . BILLY HARGROVE

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader.

Summary: The one where you face the consequences of watching Billy being hurt by his father.

Word count: 3437.

Notes: This is a sequel to Respect and Responsibility. I hope you enjoy! Keep in mind that English is not my first language. Sorry in advance for any mistakes.

Warnings: Shameless angst, underage smoking, cursing, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of blood.

Masterlist is here! The sequel, Miscommunication and Misunderstanding, is here!

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Eddie Munson knocked on your door.

“I’m ready!”

You wrenched the door open and descended the trailer steps. The air was cold, the sky was blue – a faint shade of blue – the grass was damp, and the sun was hidden behind the forest trees. Except for birds chirping in the forest and a radio playing nearby, your surroundings were eerily quiet.

“How are you? How was your weekend?”

“Oh,” you shrugged, but your mind was flooded with unpleasant memories. “Yeah, alright,” you vaguely answered as your eyes avoided his. “How’bout yours?”

“Yeah, alright,” he shrugged. “We finished another D&D campaign yesterday.”

“Oh, how was it?”

“We were… All brutally killed!” Eddie suddenly jumped in front of you as a fake menacing expression molded his features. His voice echoed in the trailer park.

“Eddie!” You laughed at the exaggeration and pushed him to the side to open the passenger door of his van.

Once inside, he started the engine. “Choose our soundtrack of the day.”

“Do you have anything in mind? You know I like the Iron Maiden ones you presented me,” you mused as you opened the glove compartment above your legs and blindly grasped two cassette tapes. “Here we have… Dio and Deep Purple. Deep Purple is a cool name for a band.”

“Oh, is it Burn? My uncle gave it to me! Shall we listen to it?” Eddie extended his right hand to you, and you placed the cassette tape on it.

Eddie pushed it in the slot and the first song blasted through the speakers. He drove off. The van windows were open, and the wind caressed your skin as Eddie happily sang the lyrics of the song. Routine. Every morning had been essentially the same since you moved to Forest Hill Trailer Park and Wayne Munson offered a ride to school on Eddie’s behalf when you randomly met at the supermarket on a Saturday afternoon. Why would you refuse when the walk to the nearest bus stop lasted, at least, twenty minutes? You needed twenty more minutes in bed. For sure.

When Eddie parked the van in Hawkins High School, you hopped off it and thanked him for the ride. He stayed behind to wait for one of his friends. You pushed the double door open and entered the main corridor. Your fingers involuntarily tightened around the shoulder strap of your shabby bag, and you gulped. You had had no contact with the blonde-haired boy since the ride from his house to yours and there was no clue about how your secret meeting of the day behind the gymnasium would play out. Would he even show up? Or would he ignore your existence now that you possessed ugly details about his private life?

“Aren’t you tired of being a loser, Harrington?” Tommy Hagan’s laughter echoed in the crowded corridor.

A few heads turned in his direction, including yours. Steve Harrington had been surrounded by Tommy and two friends, who stupidly sniggered at Tommy’s words as he reached for Steve’s right arm to pitifully squeeze it. Slowly approaching the scene in the corridor, your eyes registered Steve’s beaten-up features, and your eyebrows involuntarily contorted in a disgusted frown. His face bore different shades of purple-green ecchymosis; his right eye was slightly swollen; and his forehead, his nose and his chin bore cuts.

Steve impatiently shoved Tommy’s hand away. “Fuck off.”

“What?” Tommy intently glared at and menacingly stepped closer to the brown-haired boy. The scene was rather comic, since Tommy was slightly shorter than Steve, and, well, based solely on his height, Tommy wasn’t menacing at all.

“Fuck off,” Steve repeated in an evidently annoyed tone.

Someone lightly touched your arms from behind, and you stopped walking to turn to the person responsible for the gesture. Chrissy sweetly smiled at you. “How are you?”

“Yeah, alright,” you promptly lied as you swiftly hugged her.

“Yesterday, on the phone–”

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136 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

WALKIE-TALKIE . EDDIE MUNSON

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The one where Eddie and the Reader fuck and Steve not so accidentally notices something happening in the background while he briefly talks to Eddie on his walkie-talkie. (Dustin was spared from any traumas, don't worry about him. I know he's grown up since season 1, but I still sense some innocence in him...)

Word count: 3507.

Warnings: Strictly 18+, I don’t want minors interacting with this piece of writing. Shameless smut, vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, mutual masturbation, swearing, hand and finger kink, Steve listens to part of the foreplay.

Notes: Hi, this was a request I received from @eddiexmxnson (I hope you like it!). Here we are, sinning again. Porn with minimum plot, I guess. Let's just assume Eddie fucking lived, alright, since this is set after season 4. I hope you enjoy it! Keep in mind that English is not my first language. Sorry in advance for any mistakes.

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Eddie Munson. The Eddie Munson. The murderer. Or the hero. It depended on the story that escaped from people’s mouths. The name definitely polarized the Hawkins citizens, but it usually aroused hysteria – including on your parents’ part –, which peaked when he was dismissed from the hospital. Rumour has it he, along with Steve Harington, had been badly injured by an unknown creature. Chunks of muscles were missing, and a considerable amount of blood had been lost by them when the paramedic personnel surrounded the teenagers. At the time, a considerable number of parents demanded his expulsion from Hawkins High School, and the chaos caused by them required Jim Hopper himself, restored to Chief of Police, to intervene by firmly denying it. Eddie Munson would return to Hawkins High School under police protection if necessary.

Well, bless Jim Hopper. If Eddie Munson hadn’t returned, your bodies wouldn’t be pressed against one another as you hungrily kissed each other on a Wednesday afternoon after class. Long story short, you had snatched ,from one of the bulletin boards, and tossed it in the nearest bin an Eddie Munson “MISSING PERSON” leaflet in which the devil’s features had been sketched on him. The gesture caused quite a commotion between the students, since no one other than Dustin or Lucas was ever seen taking those leaflets down, since it implied allegiance to those “nerds”. Dustin, in fact, had stopped you on the corridor to thank you. Soon enough, Eddie nervously approached you during lunchtime to do the same, and his “thank you” had escalated to a friendship, which, in turn, had escalated to… something... “Something” meant fucking every now and then. It usually happened in school, but on that Wednesday afternoon, it happened in his trailer.

When you closed the door of Eddie’s van, a mirthful laugh reached your ears, and your head turned to the source of the noise. Three old men were sitting around a round wooden table playing cards. Several beer cans were abandoned on the grass at their feet. “Oi! Munson got’is next victim, boys.”

“Fuckers,” Eddie mumbled, and gave them the finger.

He shut the door of the trailer as soon as you followed him inside, and annoyance contorted his features. You abandoned your bag on the kitchen counter and approached Eddie. Your left-hand fingers delicately reached for his, and your right-hand fingers caressed the right side of his face. “Come here, Eddie.”

Your lips pressed against his, hesitantly at first, awaiting a response. As soon as his lips hungrily pressed against yours, a smile contorted them. Then, his hands reached for your body and hurriedly pulled it close to his. You could feel the metallic rings, the Eddie Munson rings, burning your skin through your blouse and a shot of pleasure exploded through your veins. Then, his feet carried yourselves backwards until his back touched the counter. Your feet accidentally bumped against one another in the process.

“Oh, sorry!”

Eddie laughed against your lips. “No!”

“Shut up.”

You pecked the smile on his lips, and his fingers squeezed your waist. He wanted more. So much more. Then, he captured your lips in another hungry kiss, saliva smeared around your lips as your tongues worked against one another. Your hands wandered to his shoulders and pulled at his black leather jacket, but they stopped midway once he delicately bit your lower lip. You softly sighed, and he interrupted the kiss to lovingly gaze at you as he finished to take off the piece of clothing, abandoned on the counter.

“Shall we go to my room, milady?”

“I feel like I’m a thousand years old when you say ‘milady’, Eddie.”

A mirth laughter escaped from his lips, and he hugged you. “C’mon. My back hurts pressed against the counter,” he pushed himself from the counter and motioned, with his head, to the direction of his bedroom. A silent laughter escaped from his lips this time. “Right, I’m a thousand years old now,” he mused, and you smiled at him. “But my back indeed hurts.”

You followed him through the narrow trailer hallway to his room. It was incredibly tidy for a chaotic person, in a good way, such as Eddie. A bandana had been abandoned by the door, and you accidentally stepped on it, reaching for and replacing it on the nearest shelf of a rack. Then, without another distraction, your eyes proceeded to properly register your surroundings.

“Eddie Munson plays the electric guitar. This is new,” you noted as your eyes roamed the instrument and he closed the door of the bedroom. Your imagination merrily fabricated flashes of his hands rapidly sliding on the neck of the guitar and of his silver rings brightly shining in contrast with the dark sculpted piece of wood. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s my most precious belonging,” he mused. “Along with these tapes!”

He hurriedly collected a few cassette tapes laying scattered near the radio cassette player on the floor. You distinguished Iron Maiden, Dio, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, Metallica and Motörhead cassette tapes when he shoved them into your hands and proceeded to close the curtains. “Well, I know nothing about these bands, but they seem… Interesting if they inspire you to have long hair and wear cool clothes and be stylish as hell.”

“You can borrow the tapes if you’d like,” he timidly offered, pulling at the last pair of curtains and hiding the old men playing cards from view. “They believe whenever I’m home, I’m engaging in ‘satanic rituals’,” he mocked.

“Well, firstly, I’d rather listen to these along with you,” you boldly suggested and picked a Motörhead cassette player, abandoning the other tapes on the nearest furniture. “Secondly, let them believe that,” you smirked and cupped Eddie’s face as soon as he turned to you.

Your lips met in another kiss. He had propped one of his legs on the mattress to reach the curtains above his bed, so you took advantage of his position and pushed him to fully sit on the furniture. You arched forward to accompany the change in position, and Eddie’s hands reached for your waist, intending to pull you towards him to sit on his lap.

“Wait,” you mumbled against his lips.

Small openings between the curtains allowed daylight to invade the bedroom, but they were not enough to illuminate it properly, so you stretched towards one of the lamps and switched it on. The yellow light added a cozy touch to the once dark place. Then, you paced towards the radio cassette player. “May I?”

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161 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

RESPECT AND RESPONSIBILITY . BILLY HARGROVE

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader.

Summary: The one where you and Billy are unexpectedly interrupted because Max decided to hunt Demodogs with Dustin, Lucas and Steve.

Word count: 2462.

Notes: I recently finished watching Stranger Things (I had never watched it!) and I'm obsessed with the scene in S02E08 between Neil and Billy Hargrove. It added interesting layers to Dacre Montgomery's character! I basically transcripted the scene, but added the Reader (and some depth) in it. I hope you enjoy! Keep in mind that English is not my first language. Sorry in advance for any mistakes.

Warnings: Strictly 18+, I don’t want minors interacting with this piece of writing. Implied smut, smoking, cursing, past child abuse, emotional abuse and domestic violence. Neil Hargrove uses the words "whore" and "faggot".

Masterlist is here! The sequel, Fear and Loathing, is here!

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Billy Hargrove’s bedroom atmosphere was damp, thick, and hazy. Your naked bodies bore a thin layer of sweat, your legs were entangled with one another, and your lips hungrily kissed. The cum-filled knotted condom, as clothes and shoes, rested nearby on the beige carpet. A Metallica song played distantly. The sound was distant and muffled as though the radio had been lost in another dimension, and your ears registered not the song, but the obscene friction between saliva-smeared lips, the accelerated respiratory rate and the breathy grunts. Billy’s fingers kneaded your body as though your skin was a bread dough. As though you were an object he carelessly used to nonchalantly discard after pleasure invaded his vessels.

A cigarette.

Smashed under his boot.

“B-Billy, it hurts.”

Billy grunted, perhaps annoyed that you talked, but his fingers temporarily eased their activity. His lips left yours to explore your jawline. Their unhurried movement from your chin to your ear ignited a tingle, which sparked from your nape and descended to your pelvis. It swiftly buckled against Billy’s. “Oh, yes.”

“Does it feel good?” Billy whispered on your right ear. His lips cockily grinned against your skin, and his right hand squeezed your waist. Your answer was merely physical. Your right knee buckled between his legs, your lower back arched against his torso and your left hand pulled at his blonde strands of hair.

“Oh, it does,” he hummed in a low-pitched voice. You gulped. “It fucking does.”

Billy’s lips left your jawline and traced the muscles of your neck, which gleefully spasmed at the stimuli. Your eyes studied his features as the saliva trail descended towards your collarbones. The yellow lamp by the bed dimly illuminated your surroundings, but it beautifully drew patterns of light and shadow upon the right side of his features, which allowed you to admire the muscles of his face contracting and relaxing. Your fingers featherily traced them, and Billy involuntarily sighed at the gesture. Kind, comforting, caring.

Billy Hargrove could use some loving.

“Billy,” you hoarsely whispered. Your hands delicately framed his face. “Look at me.”

His lips ceased their activity, and you gently pulled his face from your collarbones. His eyes intently stared at yours. A shadow of confusion, perhaps shame for allowing himself to bask in your touch, swiftly crossed them. “What?”

Your lips shyly smiled, and your eyes registered the details of his face. Blonde locks, blue eyes, long lashes, delicate nose, sculpted cheekbones, plump lips, sharp jawline. An angel. Billy Hargrove was an angel. For a millisecond, your surroundings disappeared, and your naked bodies floated in a cloistered yet brittle void in which Billy Hargrove had been stripped from his menacing aura, from his explosive behavior, from his intense anger. He felt vulnerable yet safe. He hadn’t allowed himself to be vulnerable since his father accused him of being a “pussy”. And he hadn’t felt safe since his mother disappeared from his life. Your eyes returned to his. “Nothing.”

An unexpected knock on the door cracked the void and violently pushed you to reality. Your naked bodies collapsed against the mattress, and Billy’s features bore an annoyed frown. The Billy Hargrove frown. Intimidating, contemptuous, churlish. What had he told Max? No knocking. Ever. He abruptly grasped the lit cigarette resting on the ashtray and tapped it once. Cigarette ashes floated from the cigarette lit end to the ashtray, and he took a drag from it. Then, he silently offered it to you. The motion of your right hand towards it answered his question, and he placed the cigarette between your lips.

“Billy?” A quavering feminine voice echoed inside the bedroom and died within the music. Your faces were momentarily engulfed in cigarette smoke. Billy’s eyes traveled to the white bedroom door, and your eyes followed his. What the hell did Susan want?

“Yeah, I’m a little bit busy in here, Susan.”

There. The menacing aura, the explosive behavior, the intense anger. Back.

“Open the door!” A firm masculine voice, then, invaded the bedroom and ringed above the music. “Right now!”

Billy’s features became stony. He pushed himself out of the bed, crushed the cigarette in the ashtray and reached for his underwear, then for his jeans and his scarlet button up shirt. He hurriedly snatched your yellow blouse from the beige carpet and tossed it in your direction. He paced towards the mirror to adjust his hair and his pieces of clothing, and you pulled the crumpled sheet over your bare legs. Then, he paced towards the door with his appearance nearly intact. Your eyes wandered to your bra, then to Billy. He had nearly reached the door. For a millisecond, your mind admired his figure, especially his ass squeezed in the tight jeans. Then, his left hand stretched towards the doorknob, and your engines jolted back to life. Your bra was out of reach on the beige carpet, so you desperately put solely the blouse back on.

Billy wrenched the door open. Your eyes registered an upset red-haired woman, Susan, and a stern brown-haired man. They must be Billy’s parents. In a pathetic attempt to look presentable for them, your fingers absentmindedly pulled at the hem of your yellow blouse to adjust it on your torso. The fact that, one, you lay in his bed under a crumpled sheet and, two, your figure was distinctly disheveled didn’t help at all.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why don’t you tell us?” The stern brown-haired man sarcastically spat at Billy.

“Because I don’t know,” Billy firmly answered.

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263 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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#oh! this is nice!#i was not expecting these numbers!#67 posts created?#that’s a lot for someone who usually stays in their lane #but thank god i started writing again!#year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #nat thinking outloud

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HI I WILL ASK ABOUT THE BOX WIP????????

What Starts With A Box Ends With A Box

Hello 👋 This is another one I'm really excited about. it's another one inspired by Cowboy Bebop but again you don't actually need to know anything about it. It just inspired bounty hunter Billy/Cyborg Steve. With a little side of Elmax and everyone's aged up in this. Here's a snippet. More like the first three bits but I do what I want 😁

Billy is on his ship, trying to figure out if the price of fuel is worth heading to Hades station for the bounty he is looking at when an incoming call drags him out of his thoughts. It is an automated holo message, as soon as he hits the accept button the holo lights up with the Harrington Crop logo. Billy lets out a low whistle, a big company means a big payday, the holo flashes again and a squat dark haired man takes its place fiddling with his tie clearly unaware the recording has already started.

It is nearly a full minute before the man starts talking “The Harrington Corporation is looking to enlist the cowboy organization of bounty hunters for a high paying mark. Early this morning one of their main facility was broken into by a terrorist organization calling themselves the AIRO.” Billy frowns he has never heard of them, it has suspicion prickling but he keeps listening. “Their original motivation is unknown but we suspect the break-in and property damage was to mask their true purpose of stealing proprietary property belonging to the Harrington Corporation.”

The holo flashes again and a clip plays, people in masks bumbling around, some of them trashing things and others on computers clearly looking for something. The screen flashes and it is to the would be terrorists wheeling out a big metal box with the label fuzzed out and that suspicion only grows, what exactly are the Harrington’s trying to hide. The man comes back and rattles off more information, last seen whereabouts and the price of the bounty for the lost property and Billy cannot exactly afford to turn down a payday like that.

“So are we going?” Max asks from where she is hanging down from a vent, scaring him half to death and making him jump and bang his good arm into the console. “I think we should go.” She says with a grin, lifting back up into the vent before Billy can get a swat at her.

“You don’t get a vote.” Billy hisses the way he always does and she does not. She got on his ship without permission, nearly got him killed by his old man and he has been threatening to take her back to Calisto and her mother ever since. Of course that was nearly five years ago and they are both aware of what an empty threat it is, it does not stop Billy from making it though.

“Can I come with you?” Max asks, the way she always does when they land on a planet, always wanting to explore more than help him catch his mark.

“No but you can head to the market for those replacement valves you said we needed, we'll actually be able to afford them after I complete this job.” Billy says, it is his way of keeping her safe while giving her a little room to explore. Even if something happens it is not as if she cannot take care of herself, Billy has made sure she can, he also has at least three different trackers on her just in case something goes wrong and she cannot.

That is all she needs to hear, already out the hanger door before Billy can even finish talking. He shakes his head and sits on the little work bench built into the haul. He rolls his pant leg up and peels the synthetic skin back from his knee and adjusts the pins for Hydra's gravity. He lost the left half of the bone chasing a bounty when he first started to a faulty gravity bullet to the knee cap, he is lucky had the thing been fully functioning and it’s gravity well full size he would have been stardust. He adds a little lube to the mechanical joint before smoothing the skin back down and watches it glow as it meshes back with his natural skin. It would have been cheaper without the synthetic skin but it helps protect from rusting and other irritants getting in and messing things up. The whole thing is still cheaper than having the bone and skin and muscle regrown.

Billy grabs his smokes and climbs in his speeder, still a little dinged up from his last firefight, he will have to remind Max to bang those out, the shielding is not as effective when it is full of holes and one of the left thrusters is still struggling, he adds it to the list as he head toward low town where an old contact work out of a diner.

“You know you can’t fucking smoke in here!” Benny shouts from behind the bar when Billy walks in with a cigarette hanging between his lips, it is not even lit but he is sure Benny can see that and is just taking the excuse to give him a hard time. Billy holds it up to show it off before sticking it behind his ear as he walks to the bar taking a seat on one of the cracked barstools bolted down around the counter. The olds school diner look still persists even half a century after earth was destroyed and Benny’s been running this one as long as Billy has known the man.

“What do you want, kid?” Benny asks as he grabs a glass from the back counter and flips it over before filling it with something from the tap and sliding it in front of Billy. It is green and bubbling and Billy knows it is probably going to taste gross, Benny likes to use him to taste test, price of assistance he says despite the fact that he definitely still charges for the information he has whether it be favor or credits depends on the information.

“You hear about the Harrington Corp robbery.” Billy asks lifting the plastic cup with trepidation and taking a long sip when Benny just stares him down. It is surprisingly not as bad as most of the things Benny comes up with, kind of a lemon-lime flavor. Billy deposits the cup back down ready to tell Benny as much when the aftertaste hits and has him spluttering, it is sour so sour and dry, how is his mouth so dry?

“Drink this, it's just some water.” Benny says, chuckling as he hands Billy another glass and he eyes it skeptical but it does not have any strange smell and it looks like water. “I haven’t quite worked out the after effects of this one, it tastes good in the beginning though right?” Billy glares at the man as he gulps the water down and he just tips his head back and laughs some more.

“I don’t think you should be getting involved with the Harrington Corp business, they’re up to some shady things I hear.” Benny says more serious, tone low even though the only other customer is on the other side of the room in a booth eating pie and reading off a holo screen.

“Oh I know but I can’t pass up that bounty. Never heard of the AIRO before, you got any leads?” Billy asks as he slides his cup back across the counter.

“The Artificial Intelligence Rights Organization is pretty new. The lead will cost you.” Benny says as he dumps the bright green liquid out and washes the glass.

“I know.” Billy says with an eye roll, they have been doing this for how long and Benny still reminds him every time as if he will somehow forget.

“You're not the only one asking.” Benny says with an air of caution, it is a warning and not one Billy actually needs. A bounty this big there will be plenty of competition vying for the same prize and sometimes that competition gets deadly.

“Not surprised. What will it cost me this time?” Billy asks, stapling his fingers and hoping it is a favor and not credit, Billy is barely in the black right now.

“Got a friend who needs a ride off planet, him and his little girl. AOIR’s main base happens to be off planet, so you can drop them on your way.” Benny says and Billy frowns.

“I’m a bounty hunter, my ship isn’t exactly meant to chauffeur folks around.” Billy points out, it is a decent sized ship with a big main living space and a few spare rooms but it is his home and base of operations, the space is not meant to accommodate guests. It only barely accommodates Max now because she stubbornly keeps moving things in making it homier, Billy pretends to hate it but he is kind of attached to the throw pillows on the couch they are good for impromptu naps.

“I know, it’s why I’m asking you. You won’t ask for papers and that’s the sort of transport they need. If you end up crossing with the AIRO before you drop them, he'll also be handy in a fight. From the video there’s at least four of them and only one of you, you may need the help.” Benny says, and Billy rolls his eyes, he has gone up against worse odds on a bounty before.

“They didn’t look that scary in the video, they all seemed pretty inept.” Billy says his only concern might be the one he saw hunched over the computer terminal in the video, if they can hack Harrington’s cyber security they can probably hack his ships too, best to not let whoever it was under that hood anywhere near his ship.

“They didn’t show the full video in their broadcast, whoever they are they knew what they were doing, took out all of the Harrington security before going in and it was a lot, both the computer automated and the guards. If you ask me it seemed like the amount of security was overkill add that with the bounty they are willing to shell out, whatever got stolen must be a big deal.” Benny says waving as the little bell over the door rings and a new customer comes in, Billy watches their squiggly reflection in the metal of the stove as they head to a booth a few down from the door.

“As long as it’s not fucking bio weapons again, I hate dealing with bio weapons.” Billy says, last time had been a mess and he had not even gotten paid in the end. He still refuses to go back to the Helix outpost, he did not do all that damage by himself and he refuses to pay the bill they keep trying to settle him with.

“So you’re taking the deal?” Benny asks, like he does not already know the answer. Billy settles him with a placid look the man would not have kept talking if he was not sure Billy was taking him up on squirreling his friend off planet. “Great, I'll send the information over with Hopper, keep safe kid.” Benny grins with a clap on his shoulder as a dismissal as he heads out from behind the bar to take care of his new customer.

Thanks for the ask hun💜💜😊

#harringrove #jellyghostfic #jellyghostask #fanfiction #st fic #wip #Cyborg Steve Harrington #Bounty Hunter Billy Hargrove

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aggressiveviking · 5 years

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yall

this is a redraw of the poster of the movie Midnight Run (1988), for my midnight run harringrove AU fanfic (the fic is not up yet cause i want to finish it before i start posting but i’m just too excited so i’m giving you this teaser)

a brief summary for those of you who are not familiar with the film: An accountant (Steve) is chased by bounty hunters (Billy), the F.B.I., and the Mafia after jumping bail. expect lots of shenanigans and GAY

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lesbianlovelanguage · 4 years

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wait, I have no idea if this has been done but

Western AU- Bounty Hunter Billy and Sheriff Steve where they’re looking for the same bad guy?

Billy rolls up into Steve’s town on the heels of a bandit, all dressed in black leather and a 9mm strapped to his hip. Steve is instantly suspicious, bc who tf is this? Billy makes fun of Steve for his hat and sheriff badge and they banter. Eventually they find out they’re looking for the same guy, and basically enemies to friends to lovers

@a-magey @trashmouth-hargrove thoughts??

#do with this as you will #or pls share similar stuff with me!!#I just want bounty hunter billy so bad #🥵😳#harringrove

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reddieao3feed · 4 years

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Rebel, Rebel Run

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2JsucRw

by mythic_bxtch

Eddie’s kingdom has been destroyed- and his father- King Harrington has been kidnapped by a merciless bandit. The young prince flees the palace, accompanied by his best knight, Stan. They start off on a journey to save his father.

Richie Tozier, a prince of a neighboring kingdom had been obnoxiously in love with Eddie, from the day they met. When Richie’s kingdom gets word of the Harrington Kingdom being attacked, he can’t believe it. He refused to. Taking his best team, Richie vows to find Eddie.

Mage, Bill Denbrough. Knight, Beverly Marsh. Physician, Ben Hanscom. Bounty Hunter, Mike Hanlon.

A tale of adventure, friendship, heartbreak, and love ensues.

Words: 790, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti), Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Stanley Uris, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Mike Hanlon

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Princes & Princesses, Mages, Alternate Universe - Medieval

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2JsucRw

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #reddie #it (2017)#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

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ao3feed-harringrove · 4 years

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Rebel, Rebel Run

https://ift.tt/2JsucRw

by mythic_bxtch

Mage, Bill Denbrough. Knight, Beverly Marsh. Physician, Ben Hanscom. Bounty Hunter, Mike Hanlon.

A tale of adventure, friendship, heartbreak, and love ensues.

Words: 790, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti), Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Stanley Uris, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Mike Hanlon

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Princes & Princesses, Mages, Alternate Universe - Medieval

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2JsucRw

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy/steve #stranger things

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thedroopyflower · 4 years

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OPEN RP CALL!! (Any kind of RP)

Looking for an RP partner (preferably 18+) for any of the below fandoms and specific characters (but open to ideas and other characters, fandoms etc, just message me!)

NOTE 1: Currently only RPing as my female OC (I'd rather not double up & I'm not great at RPing as canon characters!) BUT open to RPing with other OC's (male or female) from fandoms if no interest is shown in the below characters!

NOTE 2: I have a list of AU's I am open to as well and sometimes prefer them for certain characters. Totally open to other AU's, storylines etc!

Fandoms & Characters in no particular order:

Peaky Blinders (Michael Gray, Alfie Solomon's, Luca Changretta)

Marvel (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Frank Castle, Clint Barton)

Sons of Anarchy

Downton Abbey

Game of Thrones

Stranger Things (Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington)

The Witcher

The Walking Dead (Negan mostly but hmu with ideas!)

The Breakfast Club

Gotham/DC

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General AU/RP ideas:

1. Angels/Demons AU

2. My OC is on the run from Police/Bounty Hunters/Generally Bad People

3. Mobster/Gang AU

4. Royalty AU

5. Two Characters get caught up in a messed up situation and have to ride it out together

6. You’re a drug lord and my OC wanders into your establishment thinking it’s just a high-end bar… Just as you’re in the middle of a ‘bloody’ business meeting

7. Only two people on a Train and it breaks down in the middle of a long tunnel.

8. Apocalypse AU

9. Arranged Marriage AU

10. Assassin AU

11. Person A/B is a detective and the other is a criminal/victim/witness

12. Desert Island AU

13. Your character kidnaps my OC

14. A and B are kidnapped together

15. Breakfast Club AU

16. Titanic AU

17. General Fantasy AU (Hmu and we’ll work on something)

18. General Sci-Fi Au (Again, Hmu and we’ll work on something)

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pizzacast · 6 years

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Western AU Steve is the sheriff of Hawkins and when crime gets out of control in the town, Steve looks for a partner to help him.

Steve goes to a saloon to look for a man who he thinks can help. That man is Billy Hargrove, Billy use to be a bounty hunter, but now he spends his time gambling and drinking.

Steve finds him at a table gambling with a couple of men. “Gentlemen I need to talk with this man, so kindly leave.”

The men glare but leave, Steve sits across from Billy. “What can I do you for sheriff?”

“I have a proposition for you.”

“And what would that be?”

“To work with me, you use to be one of the best bounty hunters around.”

“What’s in it for me?” Billy ask with a raised brow.

“It’ll give you a chance to be something more then a town drunk and a cheat.” Billy smirks and twirls a card between his fingers.

“Well then, when do we start?”

#Billy Hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove

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myaltao3feed · 4 years

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by mythic_bxtch

Mage, Bill Denbrough. Knight, Beverly Marsh. Physician, Ben Hanscom. Bounty Hunter, Mike Hanlon.

A tale of adventure, friendship, heartbreak, and love ensues.

Words: 790, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti), Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Stanley Uris, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Mike Hanlon

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Princes & Princesses, Mages, Alternate Universe - Medieval

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ao3feed-strangerthings · 4 years

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Rebel, Rebel Run

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3aBXn0z

by mythic_bxtch

Mage, Bill Denbrough. Knight, Beverly Marsh. Physician, Ben Hanscom. Bounty Hunter, Mike Hanlon.

A tale of adventure, friendship, heartbreak, and love ensues.

Words: 790, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti), Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Bill Denbrough, Stanley Uris, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Mike Hanlon

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh, Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Princes & Princesses, Mages, Alternate Universe - Medieval

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3aBXn0z

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things

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jellyfishloveletterghosts · 2 years

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Bebop Au

I've been watching the live action Cowboy Bebop and I haven't finished it yet but it's giving me some Harringrove thoughts. No, probably not whatever you're thinking of because it is just very loosely inspired. It's like the Lock and Key au where I picked a couple of elements I wanted to use and threw out the rest and built a story for these assholes. But Bebop au is the easiest way to explain the general setting and it was elements from this show that inspired these thots.

This is just rough because it’s been plaguing my mind the last two days and I needed it out so I can keep working on my HHE. I may or may not flush this out into a whole fic. 🤷‍♀️

No actual Cowboy Bebop spoilers, you don’t actually have to know anything about it except it takes place in space.

Warnings for Amnesia, dubious consent because of the amnesia.

Bebop Au

Billy is eight when he sees the prettiest boy/man he has ever seen frozen in time at a cryo facility. Billy is kind of obsessed with him, when he is young he just wants to be that pretty boy's friend but as he gets older those feelings change and he just wants him. It becomes an obsession, one that leads Billy to strive for professional (not always on the up and up) success.

Logically he knows when he buys the facility twenty years later that Steve is unlikely to still be there but he cannot help himself. It is while he is going over his new tenets trying not to think about the pretty boy that spurred this all on that he lays his eyes on him again and he is even prettier than Billy remembers. Billy looks through his file and finds out Steve’s been in cryo for nearly thirty years, longer than a person is supposed to be left on ice.

Billy barely resists murder when he finds out Steve has family, his parents are still alive in fact and they have been keeping him on ice all of this time. Instead he arranges to have Steve dethawed. It is a slow process, slower than most because he has been frozen so long. The docs keep him in a coma while they fix what damage they can. Nothing can be done about the inevitable memory loss, only time will tell if that will come back, any freeze over ten years always comes with that price.

Billy preps everything for Steve’s awakening, even the diamond encrusted ring he slides on his ring finger, a matching one already on his own.

Billy convinced himself this was the best plan, that it would be too harsh to wake Steve in a world where his own family did not come to wake him. So Billy is going to be his family, he has made up a whole pretty web of lies. Still his stomach churns with nerves when Steve finally blinks his eyes open and squints at him questioningly.

"Who are you?" Steve asks, eyes scanning over every inch of Billy before they turn to the rest of the room looking for something familiar, face pinching up as his confusion grows.

"I'm Billy your husband." Billy intentionally fiddles with the ring on his finger and as it catches the light Steve’s eyes drop to it. "How much do you remember?" Billy asks even though he knows the neurological damage had been extensive. Science has come a long way, they can heal the physical damage done to the brain but they cannot salvage the memories lost.

"You're my husband?" Steve asks like he does not believe him and for a split second Billy thinks maybe somehow Steve has retained his memories that maybe this was a terrible plan. "I don't know what that means." The soft admittance fills Billy with some relief that the look was not at catching him out lying. It was at the unfamiliar word. "Who am I?"

"You're Steve." Billy says moving closer and slowly taking Steve’s hand, giving him time to pull it back if he wishes. Hope swells in him when Steve lets him, dark eyes falling to their clasped hands and Billy slides his other hand to cover Steve’s, holding his one in both of his hands. "It's going to be okay, I'm here to take care of you."

Steve has to stay in the treatment facility for another week while they get him up to speed on the basics. Billy would prefer to bring him home during that time but it is a big neural load the way they do it, something that can take weeks, months, years even learned back in a matter of hours. Billy does not want to risk Steve’s health, his home is equipped for a lot but not the sort of surgery the brain bleeds that can happen with these things. Billy stays with him, posts up on a cot in his room to answer any questions Steve might have and to make sure they keep him healthy.

Billy keeps all of his sexual desires under wraps, just cuddles and dates, enjoying Steve’s company. He does not want to cross a line but after the first time he brings Steve home a puppy and gets an excited kiss on the lips and a thank you well Billy is a little weak for the feel of that mouth against his.

That one kiss opens the floodgates and Billy is always catching Steve and kissing him whenever he can. Not just his mouth Billy will kiss his hand, or his shoulder, his cheek, his neck. Will drag Steve close on the couch for a cuddle and drag his mouth over any available skin until Steve is gasping and moaning and Billy has to reluctantly stop.

"Why do you do that?" Steve asks, turning, kneeling on the couch as he stares Billy down a distracting picture with his cheeks flushed and his mouth parted on a deep breath.

"Do what?" Billy asks shifting on the couch to try and adjust himself without having to shove his hand in his pants. Steve makes the best noises Billy has ever heard and it always leaves him hard and leaking against the seam of his pants.

"You start something and then you stop, you keep leaving me hard and wanting." Steve says with a pout and Billy cannot help letting his eyes drop down to the obvious bulge in Steve’s trousers.

"I didn't want to pressure you into anything you aren't ready for." Billy says, mostly honest, there is also that invisible moral line he is trying to keep from crossing, kissing Steve is already a slippery slope, anything more and Billy knows it will be like wearing roller skates on that icy hill if he were to do more.

Steve’s pout deepens "but we're married. That’s one of the things married people do right? I want more than kisses B." Steve says before he is climbing into Billy’s lap and suddenly Steve is pressing down against his bulge. A slow grin dragging across his lips as Billy’s hands drop to his hips, he means to push him back to put some distance between them but when Steve rolls his hips and Billy cannot help moaning.

"You, you sure pretty boy?" Billy asks, panting and holding on by a thin tether ready to snap and give Steve anything he asks for to hell with moral lines.

Steve tangles a hand in Billy’s hair and drags his head back, kissing at Billy’s neck as he keeps rolling his hips grinning as he drags his ass over Billy’s bulge and rubs his own against Billy’s stomach. "Positive." Steve practically purrs and Billy uses the hold on his hips to speed his movements. The two of them are fully clothed and overheating as they rut together until they are spilling in their pants.

It is a slippery slope but Billy keeps his own dick to himself for the most part. Instead distracting Steve with his tongue and his fingers and all sorts of toys. Billy is pretty sure Steve has opinions on the lack of Billy dick involved in their fun time but he always just distracts Steve with another mind number orgasm and uses his own hand until he has spilled on the bed, the floor, Steve’s ass. The most he will allow himself.

Things are good, Billy has never been happier, he takes Steve with him to events, out to dinner and to shows. Mostly they stay in though and Billy puts off everything from the less up and up side of the business. After a few months though a few off-planet things pile up and Billy cannot bring Steve with him, not for this sort of business.

Billy thinks that is why Steve seems to be in a mood when he leaves, it is the first time they have parted. Steve is off on their hollo calls and Billy makes it a point to pick him up all sorts of goodies, maybe the best chocolates the galaxy has to offer will make him feel better about Billy having to leave him behind. Billy is nothing but excited when he finally gets home loaded down with presents for Steve.

Billy drops his bags when he comes in to find Steve splayed out on his bed looking delectable in a slinky outfit, an outfit he must have picked on his own because Billy has never seen it. “You're home.” Steve says patting the bed in front of him. Billy does not have to be asked twice and as soon as he sits, he has a lap full of Steve who is kissing him as he tugs at his belt trying to get Billy’s pants open.

“Hey, hey slow down.” Billy says, as Steve gets a hand in his pants and grabs Billy’s cock.

“Why?” Steve asks, something off in his voice that puts Billy on edge. Steve is still acting strange even with Billy’s return.

“I just got home, we have time for all this later.” Billy says, really he means to distract Steve, that invisible moral line still standing.

“Later? Right.” Steve scoffs as he rolls off of Billy and shifts to the other side of the bed, sitting with his back to Billy as he lets his feet settle on the floor.

“Pretty boy what does that mean?” Billy asks, wanting to move closer but keeping his distance.

“Just wondering where the line is exactly, you’ll lie to me, make me love you but you won’t fuck me? That just too far, like making up an entire lie for my life wasn’t fucked?” Steve shouts, standing and pacing and Billy’s stomach drops out, he remembers. “Who even are you Billy? You’re not my fucking husband I know that much!”

“Pretty boy, pretty boy calm down, just, just let me explain.” Billy says quickly, standing and moving over to Steve, stopping when he holds his hands up.

“Why so you can keep lying? What happened to my family Billy?” Steve asks, eyes big and sad and all Billy wants to do is comfort him but that is not what he wants and instead Billy gives him the truth.

“I honestly thought it was for the best.” Billy had wanted to spare Steve pain but pretending they were already married admittedly had been taking things too far, he just had not been able to help himself. “Your family left you, they’re still alive living it up on Tartan. They could have come back for you at any time, there was nothing financially or medically wrong with you that would have prevented that. I’m sorry no one came for you.” Billy says taking a step toward Steve whose eyes are wet with tears dripping down his face but when he goes to Steve get angry again, hissing like an angry cat.

“So what you thought you’d just take me instead? Lie to me for months, you’re not better than them!” Steve yells again, hands balling up into fists. “I can’t, I can’t stay here with you. I can’t trust you.” Steve shakes angrily “Except, except I don’t have any way to leave. I don’t have anything, do I? They would have kept everything for themselves.” It is true beyond the trust keeping his cryo chamber in upkeep he does not have anything. Billy looked into it, found out why the Harrington’s left him there, he is the heir to his grandparents' fortune, with him frozen all of his money is in their hands. They were not awful enough to just murder their own son but Billy knows living with that knowledge will still hurt. “All I have is lies from people I thought loved me.”

“You have the account I opened for you and you are welcome to any of my ships, anything you want is yours.” It breaks Billy’s heart but he knew this could happen, he just really hoped it would not, still he knows he cannot keep Steve against his will not if he ever stands a chance of winning him back. “You will always have a home here with me.”

“Just like that? You’re not going to try and stop me?” Steve asks suspicious as he sniffles.

“I never wanted to hurt you. I don't know how else I could ever even begin to make it up to you.” Billy says, as much as he does not want Steve to go, he cannot force him to stay and he could not imagine doing such a thing to him.

“I may never come back.” Steve says and Bill maybe does imagine it now, locking him up caging him here so he can never leave him but that is not what love is and Billy knows that would only hurt Steve more.

“I’ll never stop hoping you do.” Billy says as he watches Steve move to the door.

He pauses for a second and Billy has hope that he will turn around and that he will choose to stay, instead Steve bids him farewell. "Good bye Billy."

Steve takes Billy’s favorite ship and he knows it is intentional because despite the big lies he was honest about himself with Steve. Billy hopes that it was more of a way to remember him than pure spite. He takes the dog and Billy’s glad because he is pretty sure he would not have the patience for Sunny who whines anytime Steve is out of sight for too long, he would be a constant reminder of Steve’s absence. He takes some of his clothes and things Billy has given him but most of them he leaves behind, the ship is spacious but not the kind people live on for more than a few days, no room for more.

Billy keeps tabs on him, predictably Steve heads for Tartan and Billy sends a team of cowboys, run by an old friend to protect Steve from anything his parents might throw at him. It turns out to be a good call and Billy really hopes that after that Steve will come back. Instead he joins up with the cowboys and Billy worries even more than before, especially when Hopper refuses to give Billy any information on how Steve is doing.

So naturally Billy sends Tommy his right hand man after Steve to keep an eye on him but not to interfere unless it is life or death. The news of Steve’s exploits helping Hopper and his crew catch bounties is enough to have Billy going grey. When Max is not teasing him about it, she is reassuring him that Steve will find it very distinguished when he comes back. Every few weeks there is a new mission that makes Billy feel faint and Steve has a few close calls that leave him wanting to rush to Steve’s location but he always comes out okay and Billy keeps giving him his distance.

Billy is not so sure there is a when when Tommy sends him some rather risqué pictures of Steve and a few varying partners.

“Stop pouting, they’re all blonde and the dudes could be your doubles, like look at them ew, Steve clearly has no taste. One of these days he’s going to realize he can have the real thing and come back to you even if you are an idiot.” Max announces when she catches him looking through the photos of Steve and his dates, he will deny it but he startles, dropping the hollo disk and sending it flying across the room.

“I don’t recall inviting you in here.” Billy spits as he gets up and goes to retrieve his hollo screen, cursing when it has slid too far under the big couch for him to reach.

“Yeah well stop sulking and come see a show with me, your hollo will still be here for you to pine at when we get back. Steve wouldn’t actually want you becoming some weird obsessive shut in. Well, more weird and obsessive.” Max says, giving him an unimpressed look when Billy just glares at her.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt to get out. Who taught you to be this much of an asshole?” Billy asks as he abandons the hollo under the couch.

“You.” Max says face scrunched up as she stares at him incredulously as he starts denying it.

Billy is not expecting company when he gets home but he could not be happier to find Steve sitting on his couch, the abandoned hollo in hand. “You’ve been keeping tabs on me.” Billy just shrugs. Steve knew that even without the hollo showing him proof. Tommy has had a few run ins with Steve over the last year.

“You seemed like you were having a good time.” Billy says as he pours himself a drink and then one for Steve when he holds the bottle up and he nods.

“Yeah I like being a bounty hunter, I never really had a thing before, it’s nice.” Steve says, taking the drink Billy hands them their fingers, brushing.

“Then why did you come back? Don’t tell me I’m the job.” Billy could be if anyone dug too deep into his dealings but Billy keeps track of things like that he would know and it is not like his dealings are a secret to Hopper.

“Well not you, your assistant it turns out embezzled from the last company she was working for with the help of the company's accountant.” Billy’s jaw clenches from more than the disappointment of not being the reason Steve came back. His current accountant was vetted by his assistant. “Don’t worry Hop and the others are rounding them up, but you’re probably going to need to hire a forensic accountant.”

“Is that all you came back for?” Billy asks knuckles white against his glass as he brings it to his lips and takes a sip.

“No B.” Steve says with a snort, gentling the glass out of Billy’s hand. “If that was all it was I would have just had Hopper tell you, their bounty isn’t why I’m here it barely covers the fuel to get here. They didn’t manage to embezzle that much before they got caught last time but I know she’s been working for you for a while. I came back because I miss you.” Steve admits, dragging his bottom lips between his teeth.

Billy cannot help but grab Steve by the cheek and kiss him until they are both breathless. “Does this mean you are going to stay? What about your new career?” Billy asks as they pant against each other's mouths.

“Well being a cowboy means a decent amount of time between big jobs, I was hoping we could work something out. Like I could come back during breaks and maybe if you wanted we could meet plac-” Steve does not get to finish his sentence because Billy is kissing him again, he will take Steve anyway he can have him, he is already making plans to leave Max in charge when he inevitably goes to visit Steve.

“Do you finally want to make this marriage complete, seal the deal so to speak. Get to hyper drive, Test the suspension, check m-” Billy slaps a hand against Steve’s mouth, he has clearly been hanging around Hopper for too long if he is spitting out all of these euphemisms unprompted.

“I get you meaning and yes absolutely but just so you know we’re not actually married.” Billy admits eyes groping to Steve's hand and Billy is glad to see the ring still on his finger.

“Not yet, I got to make an honest man out of you somehow.” Steve says, pushing Billy’s hand away and grinning at him.

Billy is about to drag Steve into another kiss when there comes a knock on the door. “You decent Stevie?”

“Yeah old man.” Steve calls back and a second later a frowning Hopper is popping his head in, giving Billy a nod before he is glaring at Steve.

“Don’t call me that kid.” Hopper huffs and Steve just grins like a little shit. “We got our bounty, heading to take them to the closest processing center, want us to swing by and pick you up after?” Billy cannot help frowning at the thought of Steve leaving so soon.

“Nah, could you pick me up in a week? Me and Billy have some catching up to do.” Steve says and Billy feels his worry lighten. “We’re going to-”

“Nope! No! No I don’t want any details!” Hopper yells slamming the door as the both of them laugh.

“Now where were we?” Steve asks as the humor subsides and Billy drags him into his lap. “Right, yeah this is a good place to start back up.” and they are making out again like horny teenagers.

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