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Billy fingerfucking trans!Steve's pussy telling him to be a good boy and be quiet, just for Steve to moan helplessly when Billy shoves his fingers into Steve's mouth and makes him suck off his own juices. He gets punished by Billy with that hand firmly closed over his mouth and the other slapping his clit and hole till it makes the most nasty, wet squelches and he comes so hard he sees stars.
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It's been forever since I posted on here, so since I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, have some ftm Billy Hargrove. Also, ignore the timeline here, it isn't exactly accurate, but I don't really care lol.
TWs: Very minor nod to domestic/child abuse, a touch of body dysmorphia, and depression
Billy usually wasn't this talkative after hooking up with someone, but this wasn't an ordinary hook-up. It was the 27th time he'd hooked up with Steve Harrington since he'd moved into town almost 6 months ago (not that he was keeping track or anything), but that wasn't what made it different.
It was different because this was the first time he'd ever let Steve see him naked. It was the first time he let him fully take in the body he'd been touching and praising and thrilling for months, and Steve hadn't immediately been repulsed and thrown him out. Billy had been terrified of that, if he showed Steve the scars on his chest and the distinct lack of anything between his legs and he reacted badly, he could end up dead or nearly dead, broken and bloody and devastated.
But none of those things happened, and he knew he shouldn't have worried, anyway. Steve had known for the last 2 months about the way Billy was. He'd finally told him after he pitched a fit when Billy wouldn't let him jerk him off in exchange for a blowjob behind the school. Steve had been raving and ranting so loud, Billy was afraid people would hear, so he shoved him against the wall, put a hand over his mouth and just told him he couldn't. Steve had been confused at first, but when Billy explained it, he could actually see the lightbulb clicking on in Steve's head. He'd reached up and taken Billy's hand from his mouth then, and told him that he understood, but that it didn't change anything. He still thought Billy was hot, he still liked spending time with him, and he still wanted to hook up as long as Billy was on board with it. That'd been another time when things changed during their hook-ups, because that'd been the first time Billy kissed him.
But this time felt even more different than that, because Steve had seen him, truly seen him, for the first time ever, and he didn't care. It didn't change anything, and yet everything had changed. Billy felt completely normal, and completely safe, for the first time in his whole life, and that was everything to him.
He figured that was why now, after they'd cleaned themselves up and gotten settled in Steve's bed, he was so willing to talk about everything.
It was the most he'd talked to anyone since he'd first moved to Hawkins, and as he laid there, resting his head on Steve's chest, he didn't know whether the floaty feeling in his chest was the weight of his burdens being lifted or air sickness from flying on the high of being completely honest with somebody else.
"So, you said you were six when you first noticed something about you was different?" Steve asked, tracing his fingers up and down Billy's side and giving him chills.
"I think so. That was at least when I figured out how to voice it. I think I always kinda knew, I just didn't know how to articulate it, so I never tried. Besides, I was afraid of what my dad would do if he ever found out. It was hell trying to live with that for as long as I did. I didn't hate playing with dolls and stuff, but if ever I was playing house or something with my friends, I always volunteered to be the daddy while everyone else always wanted to be the mommy. And if we were playing princesses or something, I was always the knight or the dragon because I hated being the princess. I always chose the plainest solid-color clothes the girl's section had to offer because I couldn't get the ones I really wanted from the boy's section, so I had to make do. I felt like I had a pit in my stomach and every time I was reminded that the way I looked outside didn't match who I was inside, it would grow a little bit until it felt like that was all that was left of me. I felt like a captive animal, stuck in a cage against my will for people to come and look at for their own amusement. But I couldn't tell any of this to my mom, otherwise my dad would somehow know, so I just kinda kept it to myself. When he eventually did find out, I was really surprised because he didn't even seem to care. I don't know if it was just because he didn't care about me in general or if he saw it as another thing to use against me. I assume his logic was that if he let me change myself, he could get around that whole "a man shouldn't hit a woman" thing, although that never stopped him before, so I don't know," Billy said, keeping his eyes fixed on the wall in front of him. It felt good being able to be so open and honest with somebody else, but there were still things that were hard to talk about for too long. But Steve seemed to understand that, and he never pushed, he just leaned down and kissed Billy's head softly.
"And you were how old when you told them?" Steve asked, pulling the blankets up a bit as he felt Billy shiver again.
"Twelve. It was right after my mom left, and my dad said we were going to move, so since I was going to have to start a new school, I asked if I could register under a different name, and I told him then. I think I had a heart attack when he said yes. Then I spent the weeks leading up to the move the happiest I'd ever been. I gave myself a haircut, which wasn't half bad for my first attempt ever at cutting my own hair, and then I thought about what name I wanted to go with when my dad signed me up for school. That was the hardest part, I think, because I had no idea what to call myself. None of the names I tried out really fit me, and I agonized over it for weeks, but nothing felt right," Billy said, snuggling closer to Steve under the blanket. "Eventually I had to pick something, so I just went with Fred."
"Why Fred?" Steve chuckled lightly, making Billy blush and smile a little sheepishly.
"Because he was my favorite character on Scooby-Doo," he replied, his heart soaring at the sound of Steve's laugh resonating in his chest. He couldn't help but laugh a little himself, his blush burning bright in his cheeks as he did.
"So then how did Billy come about?" Steve asked as he settled down a bit, his hand moving up to play with some of Billy's curls.
"Well, I cycled through a few names throughout the years, trying to find something that felt right. Fred didn't cut it, and neither did any of the other names I'd tried throughout middle and high school. I was going by Jamie right before we moved here, but I was trying to come up with something new before that, and I couldn't think of anything. But then a buddy and I went to see the movie St. Elmo's Fire when it came out, and I got it from that," Billy explained, starting to trace patterns on Steve's chest. "Rob Lowe was in the movie, and I remember when we were trying to figure out what movie to see, my friend stopped next to the poster outside the theater and said, "Oh my God, he looks just like Jamie". So we decided why not give that movie a try, and it was really good, but my friend could not get over how much I looked like Rob Lowe. It was honestly kind of surreal for me, too, because it was like looking in a mirror whenever he was on screen. But it wasn't just that we looked alike, it was also the fact that his character was everything I'd ever wanted to be. He was a smart ass and he was confident and a complete mess and he had style and he cared about his friends more than anything, and he was just so complex. And I remember watching the movie and just wanting to be him, not just look like him. I wanted to be as horrible and as funny and as messy and as complex and as layered and authentic and devil-may-care as he was, more than anything else in the world. So when we moved, I decided to try and become him, starting with the name. I wasn't ever gonna be Billy Hicks, but I figured being Billy Hargrove might be just as good. And the first time I said it to myself in the mirror, it finally felt right. It was the first time any name made me feel like a normal person, like a normal guy. I knew then that Billy was the only name I'd ever go by from then on."
"It was a good choice," Steve said, "It's perfect for you."
"Thanks," Billy said, smiling shyly to himself.
Neither of them said anything for a while after that. Billy had talked himself out, and Steve was perfectly fine with just lying there with him. He cared a lot about Billy, and it made him feel the strongest sense of pride he'd ever felt that Billy trusted him enough to tell him about himself, to let him see behind the walls he constructed, when so very few others got that privilege. He knew a little more about what made Billy tick, and he loved knowing. Or maybe he just loved him.
Billy was beginning to drift off by now, the quiet stillness of the room allowing Steve's steady heartbeat to lull him into drowsiness, but then it began to get faster, and Billy could feel Steve breathing deeply, like he was about to ask something else.
"You don't have to tell me this if you don't want to, but..." he started, his voice barely a whisper. "What was your name before you figured out who you were?"
"Like, the name my parents gave me?" Billy asked, leaning up on his arm as he woke up a bit, "Why?"
Steve shrugged, "Just curious. You don't have to tell me, though. Now that I'm thinking about it, it was kind of an invasive question. Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"Hey, don't worry, it's okay," Billy said, using his other hand to turn Steve's face so he was looking at him. "I was just making sure it wasn't for any other reason that you wanted to know. But I trust you, and I like being able tell you things. It's nice being able to talk about my past without being afraid of what might happen," he paused, leaning down to kiss Steve before coming back up and looking into his eyes. "I'll tell you, but you gotta make me a promise that it'll never leave this room, okay?"
"I promise," Steve said, holding out his pinky and making Billy smile as he linked it with his own.
"Okay," he said, taking a deep breath, "It was Kimberly. My mom said she always liked that name, but she always shortened it and called me Kimmy, which I hated. But my middle name was Janice, which is even worse, so I had to live with Kimmy until I was twelve and my dad let me change it."
"Thank God he did. No offense to your mom, but she cannot pick a name to save her life," Steve said, making Billy snort. "Billy suits you much better."
"Thanks, Pretty Boy. That really means a lot to me," Billy said, giving a shy smile before it morphed into a nervous bite of his lip. "Just you in general mean a lot to me. I care about you a lot, and I don't always know how to show it. And I know that I need to work on that, so I'm trying to, but the way I feel about you, it's like I'm a kid again and I don't know how to put it into words. But you're everything, really. You're funny and smart and hot as Hell and the best thing that's ever happened to me in my whole life and I... I just don't even know how to explain it... but I'm trying and..."
"Hey," Steve said softly, leaning up on his arm and looking Billy straight in the eye, "I get it. And I love you, too."
"Y-you do?" Billy asked, and the smile that he gave was so bright and beautiful, Steve almost felt bad for kissing it away.
"Yeah, I do," he mumbled as they parted, "Every trait, every emotion, every complexity. I love every part of you."
Billy usually wasn't as talkative as he had been tonight, but now, it seemed like the well of his words had run dry as he tried to come up with a response to what Steve had just said. Even if he had the words, he wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to string them together coherently enough to convey even half of what he wanted Steve to understand. So he didn't use words.
He sat up reached down to untwist the covers, he fluffed the pillows a little, and then he reached for Steve, gently turning him onto his side before settling down behind him. He pulled Steve to his chest and tangled their legs under the blanket, one of his arms pinned beneath Steve and holding him with a hand over his heart and the other playing with his hair and scratching at his scalp in just the way Billy knew he liked it. He wanted to tell Steve that he loved him with his whole heart, that he trusted him and that he'd never known he was even capable of feeling this strongly about anyone or anything until he'd met him, but the words wouldn't come.
As Steve took the hand that Billy had rested on his chest and intertwined their fingers, though, he knew he got the message.
#billy hargrove#steve harrington#stranger things#harringrove#ftm Billy Hargrove#trans billy hargrove#fanfic
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Ftm Billy on his period having gender dysphoria and Steve helping him get through it by being the biggest goof around. He calls Billy's ovaries brovaries and it makes Billy laugh every time.
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Transfem Stevie fucking her transmasc boyfriend Billy, and not even taking her skirt off; in fact it’s practically covering the deed, hiding where they’re connected, Billy’s jeans hanging off one leg that’s wrapped tight around her waist, groaning into her mouth as she gasps and moans. Billy’s nibbling and licking at her ears, her neck, everywhere that’s so very sensitive, laughing as she practically humps into him, so desperate to get off. Billy curls his hand into her hair and tells her she’s doing so well, my princess, such a good girl, and Stevie is melting, moaning into his mouth as she tries to kiss him, sloppy at best with how good she feels fucking into Billy’s warm, wet hole.
Stevie cums when Billy says he loves her, loves her pretty lips and big brown eyes and you’re so pretty, baby, my pretty girl — she’s a goner. Keeps thrusting, whimpering and whining until she’s too sensitive to even pull out, cum leaking out around her length. It takes Billy only a few strokes of his t-dick after he gets his hand between them before he’s cumming too, panting and satisfied. Loves feeling Stevie’s cum leak out of him, loves having his girl so deep inside. Stevie nuzzles his neck and they just lay there for a while, soaking in the others warmth and closeness.
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What do you think about mtf billy?? I'm obsessed with it، really It's sooooo perfect for me☠️.
I generally see Billy as more genderfluid and non-binary but to be honest, it could go either way if Billy was trans.
The hypermasculinity Billy portrays could come off as maybe masking if they were ftm and it could also be their forced state of being if they were mtf and trying to be the man Neil wanted to mold them into. I usually lean to gender neutrality when I write unless I want to experiment with the effect that a change of gender would have but maybe I should take this as a sign to explore that area more?
Anyway, you can probably guess I like all of these options but mtf Billy really does fit what little we know about him. It would also be really fun to have mtf Billy and ftm Max as a dynamic brother and sister duo because I think it would honestly be so fun to explore that and to see how his partner/s would react to his transition. Or to even just explore how that would work, especially since they’d have to both be out of Hawkins and/or away from Neil for it to work.
I would imagine it to be something more like this.
In a more modern world, Little Billy grew up wanting to be like his mother, the beautiful, soft-spoken and kind woman that she was. He was always trailing behind her, watching her put on her makeup and wearing her jewelry and for some reason, some part of him desperately wanted to do it too.
So, she would indulge him whenever Neil was out on work trips, making her little sunshine even more beautiful that he already was and allowing him to make believe in her dresses.
One night, Neil came home from work early to find the son he’d always wanted, dressed in his wife’s clothes and wearing makeup. Not even his son’s pleads stopped him from beating his wife into the ground before he beat his son just as bad, before dragging him into the car and taking him far away.
Billy never saw his mom again and he never dared pick up anything remotely girly in fear of being beaten like his mom had been.
Billy was still regularly beaten but as long as he was the boy his dad wanted him to be all while doing all of the girly things like cooking and laundry, it never got to the point of broken bones. But then, everything changed when his father met Susan.
All of a sudden, Billy was relegated to being an older brother instead of having to keep the house and he had no idea how to do that without being beaten by Neil for being too girly if he joined Max in her shit.
So, he got Max into skateboarding and arcade games and he was still beaten for treating Susan’s precious little girl like a boy, possibly even turning her into a dyke since normal little girls didn’t like those kinds of things.
Eventually, Neil grew to tolerate how tough Max was compared to other girls, but even that didn’t spare Billy from his father’s wrath. No matter what Billy did he was still beaten. He was still wrong. He would never be accepted and he realized it.
Billy rebelled for once, not too badly that his father would actually kill him but he dared to get his ears pierced along with Maxine’s when he was told to get hers done. Neil had beaten him black and blue but that hadn’t stopped him from actually smiling at his reflection in the mirror for once when he had his mom’s dangly earrings on.
It all came to a head when Max was suspended for fighting, something proper little girls didn’t do so she must’ve learned it from her older brother who cared more about reading and his grades like a pansy instead of how much he could lift.
Neil was sick of his kids not listening to him so he uprooted them both, telling Billy in no uncertain terms that there would be no more of that bullshit choir and nerd club type of shit and that he would get on the basketball team and be a real man here.
Max had begged Billy to play along, just like she would because she was sick and tired of seeing him being hurt and not being able to do a thing about it.
Ever since they met, there was a silent kinship and understanding between them that they weren’t like other people and Billy did everything he could to let Max be Max instead of who his dad wanted Maxine to be.
If Billy wasn’t allowed to be who he was, he would at least try to let Max be who she really wanted to be even if it got him beat.
So, Billy put on this character of the big bad bastard from California who was all chainsmoking, lifting weights, drinking and flirting even if Billy hated every second of it. The only thing that made it worth it was being able to show off his skin and making it so that Neil wasn’t able to leave any visible marks anymore. Billy forced himself to beat the keg record, very well versed in being held upside down and in being forced to drink.
Neil had been the first to thrust a drink into Billy’s hand even if he was underage to prove he was a real man on his first birthday after Neil forced him to leave his mom behind. His birthday gift then was a bottle of beer, to be chugged like a man and not sipped on like a pansy.
Billy quickly learned how to down alcohol like a champ and to build up his tolerance because God only knew what his father would do to him if he was a lightweight.
With Billy playing along to the son Neil always wanted, Max was given a little bit more leeway. Billy had secretly maintained his grades, avoided the D&D Club he desperately wanted to join and he challenged the fallen King Steve to hide the fact that he was starting to feel like he didn’t want to be a guy anymore. If being a guy meant all of this bullshit, he wanted out but that wasn’t an option under Neil’s roof.
So, Billy developed the basketball skills he didn’t like to have, much preferring his yoga and surfing to the trash talking and extremely physical sports that his dad favored. Billy learned to drink hard and party harder while always making sure he was still in control of his body.
He flirted with girls even if he didn’t necessarily want to be with them but more of wanted to be like them. He hid, and he hid and he pretended to be someone he wasn’t all up until he got tired and when he got tired, he slipped up.
Of course, it would be on one of the rare times he actually liked the way he looked in the mirror, ready to head out to meet his friend, Heather for dinner only to be met with his dad’s angry glare and the question of where Max was.
Max had been so good at keeping out of trouble but even she had to slip up and Billy would once again have to pay for it.
One anxiety and cringe-inducing interaction with a woman old enough to be his mother, he got a solid lead as to where the little shitbird was hiding.
It was honestly a big surprise to see his teammate, former King of Hawkins High, Steve Harrington outside but Billy didn’t pay him any mind. He was here to get Max and get home so his punishment wouldn’t get any worse than it already would be.
Even just walking up, he could see Max’s eyes widening at the forming bruise on his cheek before Max ran to what he assumed was the door. Of course, Steve had to stop Billy but Billy didn’t have any time for this.
As soon as he opened the door, Max came barreling into his arms, apologizing for not thinking about the consequences of her actions much to the absolute surprise of the kids she was with.
As soon as Max was composed, they barraged her with questions, asking her what the hell was going on and why the fuck she was leaving in the middle of all of this. Billy didn’t understand what the hell was going on but his heart was warmed when Max said that she had to go because Billy needed her more than they need her.
Of course, Billy didn’t know he was in for the surprise of his life when one of the kids opened the refrigerator door and out fell an alien creature straight out of the sci-fi books Billy lived to read.
The kids called it demodogs, prompting Billy to ask if that was a D&D reference which led to some questioning about what he knew about D&D.
The kids basically explained what their whole town had been going through using D&D terms, confusing Max and helping Billy understand what the fuck was going on.
Since Billy had secretly always wanted to be the hero in a sci-fi book, he convinced Max that they should stay and help out since he’d be punished anyway and it might as well be for saving the world.
The sibling duo ended up helping the rest of the Party with the demodogs and with torching the tunnels, forever changing Billy’s image with the teens and for Steve Hargrove.
They were all witness to how caring Billy was with Max and how overprotective he really was, forcing all of them to wear their seatbelts before he drove off.
He even took up the back and he helped get everyone out of the tunnels except for Steve who didn’t want to leave him alone down there to die. Thankfully, they all survived with Billy dropping the kids off at the Byers house before heading home to his punishment.
All in all, it didn’t really change much in the grand scheme of things expect for some Godforsaken reason, Steve and Billy became friends, making Steve popular again through Billy’s influence.
Billy also forced Steve to give a shit about his schoolwork since the blond was a secret nerd who bullied the Party into getting good grades like Max.
Ever since Billy revealed he knew D&D, the kids had been begging him to join them in a campaign, especially when they wanted to teach Max and El the rules of game.
It had warmed Billy’s heart to see Max become close to El, something he had never seen coming but even if the two girls were somewhat polar opposites in style, they ended up becoming best friends which kind of protected Max from Neil if ever Billy left since El was the Chief of Police’s daughter.
Billy even helped all of them with their looks for the Snow Ball, weirdly becoming especially close with El who bonded with him over having a bad Papa. El had offered to ask Hopper to deal with Neil but Billy didn’t want to risk Max’s future for his safety so he told El that he would endure for Max until El would need to step in.
With Billy’s help, Steve was able to get into a few colleges and come summer, Steve was ready to spend his last summer in Hawkins working at the new mall while his new best friend was spending the summer at the community pool playing lifeguard like Steve used to do. The mall paid better and Steve didn’t feel comfortable with pools after what happened with Barb so he referred Billy as his replacement.
The summer had passed fairly quickly for most of the kids since there wasn’t much to do in Hawkins. Dustin had gone to a science camp while Will had started therapy.
Lucas was working on his basketball skills, helped by Billy and Steve occasionally after he got the courage to ask them for some help. Mike was stuck being a loner since El had dumped him as soon as she became friends with Max.
It had been one of the biggest surprises in Billy’s life to see Max actually get a real girl friend since she’d only ever been comfortable with guys before.
Billy had willingly brought them to the mall several times a week so he could hang with Steve while they shopped. El was more of the typical girly girl while Max would usually choose pieces that kind of toed the line between masculine and feminine just so that Neil and Susan wouldn’t get on her case.
Soon, the kids would be heading into their first year of high school with Billy entering his last year, already planning on using his influence to shield the kids from the worst of it.
Of course, things don’t always go to plan since Billy was propositioned by the same creepy mom he’d had to flirt with to meet him at the motel slightly out of town.
He hadn’t planned to go at all but guilt and anxiety forced him to try to go out there and explain that he didn’t particularly go for women her age. He’d ended up getting into a slight car accident where he ended up possessed by the Mind Flayer.
The first thing Billy did after being flayed was head home because he was going to get an earful for not picking up Max and forcing Hopper to drop her off at their home.
When he arrived, it was just Neil and Susan and Billy was powerless to watch as the monster that got him got his parents when Neil went to slap him. They’d quickly set a trap but Max had seen through it and Billy had gotten enough control to tell Max to run away.
Thankfully, El and Hopper were just down the road and El was able to come back and deal with the Mindflayer with Billy’s help, leaving him feeling even more uncomfortable with his body after losing control over it.
He’d went to mall to tell Steve what happened only to get involved with the plot with Russians and beating up some communists with the strength he hated since he apparently still had some leftover from the monster who controlled him, all so El could shut the gate and stop this horror from happening again.
It was the last straw for Billy Hargrove who had just lost his parents, been possessed and lost control of his body. He didn’t want to be big, bad, Billy Hargrove anymore. Billy wanted to be Willow Carter, daughter of Sarah Carter and sister of Max Mayfield.
Steve had been the first person Willow had told and while he hadn’t understood at first, he was still supportive of her, even of her plans to leave for California.
Of course, she couldn’t just straight up and leave. The government wanted to know how in the hell Willow survived possession and gained powers.
She’d agreed to cooperate as long as the government funded her transition and her little brother’s transition as soon as Max had the courage to come out to her once Willow had started her transition.
The government agents had actually advised against transitioning after the possession but it was Willow’s way of reclaiming her body and there was no force on Earth that could stop her.
The scientists hadn’t been able to convince her to stay in Hawkins but instead, they offered her and Max an apartment and a pretty big payout if they would stay within the vicinity of another lab in California, specifically where the Byer-Hoppers were also moving after dealing with all of the bad things Hawkins has thrown their way.
Max would get to keep her best friend and Willow and Max would get to be one step closer to home and to being their authentic selves.
In California, the siblings blossomed. Willow was damn near radiant in the sun, teaching the younger kids how to surf all while Jonathan watched in awe of his new friend and definitely new crush.
The Hopper-Byers had been some of the first people to know about Max and Willow’s transitioning all because they were all in the same boat and while it had been pretty hard for Hopper to understand at first, everyone was supportive of the siblings.
Steve continued to write to and occasionally call Willow, keeping her updated about the goings on in Hawkins while she did the same about Lenora Hills.
With Willow no longer spending every free waking hour exercising, she had lost some muscle mass especially after the unnecessary hospitalization, making her more lithe and fit.
She and Max had gone immediately for chest surgery as soon as the option was available to them and the pair had gotten a few other cosmetic procedures done to make them look the way they wanted to look.
It had been Jonathan’s absolute pleasure to document their transition and to see Willow blossom into the beautiful woman that she was becoming.
Without her father’s influence, Willow was free to be as girly as she wanted to be, exploring makeup and returning to yoga and pilates.
She’d even gotten a few lessons from her stripper friends on how to dance and move around the pole and how she could reclaim her sexuality and sensuality through movement.
Sure, the pair would occasionally draw stares but Willow still had a mean glare and relatively big biceps so no one was willing to confront them.
The idiots who tried only got verbally eviscerated before being threatened physically which had them turning tail 100% of the time, too afraid to deal with Willow beating them into the ground with Hopper in the background with a hand on his gun as backup.
Willow had also reconnected with her old best friend, Argyle who hadn’t blinked at his bro turned into his sis and this led to Jonathan finding his new best friend in Argyle.
The three of them did everything together, even comforting Jonathan when Nancy broke up with him. Their lives in California were great and peaceful with the teens happily adjusting to their new atmosphere together with the help of the older teens who eased the way with Willow’s glares and Argyle’s kind nature.
Of course, the peace doesn’t last forever and they’re soon dragged back to Hawkins to deal with the bastard who started it all. While Will was less connected to the Upside Down, Willow had become more sensitive to it, all too aware of when Henry had gotten his first kill, informing everyone of what happened so they could leave for Hawkins as soon as possible.
With spring break literally just starting, Willow would race ahead with Will, Max and El while the Byer-Hoppers would make a pitstop to grab a friend of theirs who might be able to help as well as Kali who El insisted be involved.
They make Hawkins in good time, with Willow explaining all she knew from the MindFlayer which triggers El into remembering what happened on the way there.
Some government agents try to take El but Willow doesn’t let them, outmaneuvering their cars and speeding away from whatever bastard tried to trail her. One of them managed to come near during an unexpected stop but all of the pent up fury and the cocktail of hormones Willow was on led to the agent being down with just one punch.
When they arrive, no one is able to reconcile Willow with Billy Hargrove, surprising her best friend, Steve Harrington and intriguing the new guy on their team, Eddie Munson.
Willow immediately recognized the patches on his jacket and the Hellfire club shirt he was rocking which made Eddie fall in love at first sight again.
Steve on the other hand, had already had one bisexuality crisis aided by Robin about Billy and now he felt like he was about to have another one because of Willow.
Anyway, with the additional manpower, they were able to make a better plan of action, resulting in them being able to stop Vecna/Henry Creel once and for all.
It had felt really good for Willow to be able to use the gun shooting lessons her dad had forcibly dragged her to at too young of an age to kill the bastard who had essentially killed who she used to be. It also felt really good to be able to be the hero for once, saving Eddie from dying after he did an amazing rendition of Master of Puppets.
Afterwards, they managed to take down Dr. Brenner and expose the government project so that it would all be over. The California crew spent the rest of Spring Break in Hawkins, with Max reconnecting with Lucas as his authentic self while Lucas still blushed and stammered around him.
Willow, on the other hand, had been constantly split between Steve, Eddie and Jonathan who were all weirdly competing over who got to spend the most time with her.
Eddie had even promised to move down to California once he graduated and Steve, not willing to be one-upped, applied to transfer to the college that Willow had been planning to attend that Jonathan was already accepted in. It had felt exceedingly weird to return to their normal lives after but it was satisfying to know that there was no more danger from the Upside Down that might be able to wreck their lives.
Instead, Willow had to deal with the petty struggle of figuring out who her boyfriend/s were and how polyamory worked. In that regard, she envied her little brother who had gotten the hang of his relationship with El and with Lucas immediately under control.
However, Willow was just happy that she and Max were able to live their lives authentically and be happy doing it.
#billy hargrove#billy hargrove au#billy deserved better#billy hargrove deserved better#stranger things rewrite#billy hargrove redemption#max mayfield#billy and max#max mayfield & billy hargrove#trans billy hargrove#trans max mayfield#ellewritesandrants#stoner polycule#harringrove#mungrove#byergrove#mtf billy hargrove#ftm max mayfield#billy deserves all of the love#so I gave it to her#tw child abuse#tw abuse#elumax#steve harrington#eddie munson#jonathan byers#some jopper mentioned
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I love ftm Billy x cis Steve
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Okay I been thinking…. If I made a Billy, Steve and Eddie cosplay and shared them free here would y’all maybe be interested in like OF edition of those?!?.. I need money and slut money is just as green (more so even if you love being a slut, which I do.)
Anyways yeah I guess I’m saying would ppl even be interested in sexy trans guy OF level pics and vids of these cosplays?!.. 👀🙊🙈😅🤣😭
Lord help me I ain’t even started drinkin an I’m shootin shots like this
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I mean I’m Pan/bi more leaning gay but I could totally do other ship cosplays together too! Like I wanna cosplay Chrissy tbhhh ahahaha 🙈😅so yeah lmk what’s good I wouldn’t make it much either but idk prices n stuff
I’m just asking cause I know I would and low key been wanting it and yet I don’t see many ppl doin this sooo.. yeah I’d honestly share the normal cosplay stuff free but the racey stuff would be age restricted and wall protected on a OF.
I have a few friend who I think might be up for joining in too to cosplay other ships/characters with me too.
Actually been thinking it would help to start one regardless cause I’ve been feeling insecure af about my top surgery scars tbh and just really unattractive but it would force me to get dolled up and be productive to me getting an income coming towards my efforts of moving tf out!
#adult cosplay#harringrove#steve harrington#billy hargrove#stranger things#billy x steve#billy/steve#billy stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson/steve harrington#billy x eddie#literally don’t even know how to tag this sorry#billy hargrove cosplay#steve harrington cosplay#stranger things cosplay#cosplay#eddie munson cosplay#should I start an OF?#onlyf@nz#trans ftm#ftm harringrove#ftm steve harrington#ftm Billy Hargrove#ftm ns/fw#ftm eddie munson
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masterlist of my fics:
byergrove week
1. late night talking (i can’t get you off my mind)
+ billy/steve
rating: teen | no ao3 warnings apply | 921 words
past harringrove, referenced cheating, toxic steve, jonathan is a sweetheart, billy is a mess & needs a hug, jonathan loves billy
Jonathan wants to punch Steve Harrington in the face with his fist.
Instead he punches Billy Hargrove's lips with his.
2. karma is my boyfriend (aren’t you envious that for you it’s not?)
+ one sided billy/steve
rating: mature | no ao3 warnings apply | 1,471 words
one sided attraction, non-con voyeurism, hand jobs, anal fingering, bottom & sub billy, top & dom jonathan, virgin billy, unhealthy possessive steve, king steve, fatphobia, dehumanization of jonathan
Steve felt like a creep. Like Jonathan.
Which was ironic, really.
Three years ago Steve was in the same situation. Except, he was the one in the room that time, kissing the person of his dreams, while Freak was watching them from outside like a fucking weirdo that he is.
3. parents think we're fast asleep (we're sneaking out the window)
rating: teen | no ao3 warnings apply | 2,350 words
implied sexual content, pov jonathan, referenced child abuse, tooth-rooting fluff, jonathan has anxiety, billy has adhd, asthmatic billy, trans ftm billy, modern au
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Jonathan is about to lose his mind.
These messages better be fucking important.
Eight new notifications. From: ocean boy.
…Billy? God.
This wasn’t who Jonathan expected at all.
4. your love seems to cut me deep, the sharpest (you’ll always have a part of me)
rating: ga | no ao3 warnings apply | 792 words
fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, autistic billy, jonathan loves billy, billy has problems with consent cause of his ex bf
“Can I kiss you?”
Billy doesn’t really wants to kiss today.
But.
Billy doesn’t want to upset Jonathan.
5. killin' parts of myself to fit you (clear as shit i was not the issue)
+ argyle/billy/jonathan/steve/eddie
rating: mature | no ao3 warnings apply | 1,275 words
angst, no fluff, rockband!au, groupie billy, mentions of drugs, sex drugs and rock n roll
“Do you love me?”
“Of course I like you, baby. What are you talking about?” Jonathan really doesn’t want to get into a deep feelings talk right now. He’s hungover from last night and the mix of the drugs that he took at the club are still in his system.
“That’s the problem.”
“There’s a problem in me liking you?” Jonathan chuckles and closes another cupboard, not seeing any cereal in it either. He’s really desperate for some Cinnamon Toast Crunch mixed with Boo Berry and Franken Berry.
“No.”
6. spring breaks loose, the time is near
rating: gen | no ao3 warnings apply | 1,146 words
sick billy, idiots in love
March 17th is the most important day of the year, according to Billy. After December 21, of course. (December 21 is Jonathan's birthday, if you didn’t know for some weird reason.)
On March 17, Billy kissed Jonathan for the first time.
7. (you stupid bitch, can't you see) the perfect one for you is me
rating: mature | no ao3 warnings apply | 3,111 words
fem au, roommates au, implied sexual content, accidental voyeurism, getting together
Wilhelmina Ocean Hargrove.
Mina Hargrove.
Willa, Minnie, Billie, Helma.
If Joana could write any poetry, even slam poetry, she would dedicate all of her poems to her.
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hi! 23 year old discord writer looking for a harringrove/stranger things plot! i would like to set the rp after season 3, where billy and steve are not-so-subtly pushed into a friendship by the party and end up connecting more than they thought they would. i write an ftm steve, so i'm looking for a billy here, and i would love someone comfortable with playing multiple background characters. i do want to include steve and billy's dynamic with the party and some of the other characters so i really don't want to be the only person writing background characters. nsfw is on the table, but i want to focus on plot over smut. leave a like if you'd be interested and i will message you asap so we can discuss more details and trade discord tags, thanks! 🍫🍫
give a like and anon will get back to you
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pinned !!
heyo! you can call me zen, i'm 22 and use she/they pronouns, and i'm always looking for stranger things plots over on discord!
my main muse is steve harrington, and i write steve as an ftm trans man. i'm most open to harringrove, steddie, and stancy, as well as the poly ships of steve/eddie/billy, steve/nancy/jonathan, and steve/tommy/carol! of course, i'm always also looking for platonic things between steve and the party, or him and robin, or steve and any of the older adults in the show!
i do sometimes double up, and in those instances i will play as robin, nancy, max, el, dustin, or joyce! i have less experience with these characters but i'm always happy to work on my characterization of them!
lastly, i'm open to basically any sort of plot! i have a huge soft spot for omegaverse aus, royalty aus, and other historical time periods, but i also love reimagining the canon storyline and creating something new! i'm always willing to brainstorm ideas, so feel free to come into my inbox and start sharing ideas!
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hey! names phaz (he/him, ftm) <3 im 21 looking for 18+ to play out some stranger things stuff!! im honestly new to rping as characters from there, so please be patient if it takes me a bit to get into character. im mostly looking to rp harringrove, however i believe i cld rp as billy, steve, argyle, robin, dustin, or will! please know that if things do get nsfw (which im not comfy doing if playing will or dustin), im only comfortable playing as the bottom!! my preferred platform is discord and im not comfortable with novella style! please know that i keep things to a max of one paragraph;; you can dm me here or on discord (chilledmilk#0666) <3 hope to be hearing from u!!
im also willing to play against jonathan byers and/or as eddie munson!
chilledmilk#0666
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I'm sure someone has had this idea before but...
ftm Billy not being able to grow much hair in the ways of chest/facial/etc and being utterly obsessed with Steve’s
He enjoys grooming the beard Steve got one November and convinced him to keep it just so he could live vicariously through Steve. He’d buy new shaving creams and appliances meant to keep the hair soft and allow it to grow healthier.
Steve, though he’d never tell Billy, didn’t really care for the beard much. It was kinda itchy and got a little annoying when it got longer, but could never deny the stars that would come out in Billy’s beautiful blue eyes when he would go through it with the comb or do little trims and touch-ups when it got too unruly.
He liked looking at Billy’s face while doing it. It was all pinched up in a cute-focused way and his tongue always stuck out between his white teeth and pink lips.
He liked when Billy would sit on the vanity with his legs open for Steve to step into so they could get close and Steve could watch through the mirror and direct if needed.
He liked teaching Billy how to shave a face properly, specifics that would result in the least razor bumps or inconsistencies.
Billy lets Steve trim it mostly off (minus a bit of stubble) in the summer months because it gets really uncomfortable with the heat and sweat, but Billy avidly encourages growing it back the second the leaves start turning orangey-yellow.
Steve is delighted to tell Billy, one day when Billy was trimming Steve’s December beard, that he was starting to grow a little stubble and Billy’s head whipped around to the mirror so quickly Steve was scared he’d get whiplash.
But, low and behold, there were tiny little hair dots (albeit inconsistent) all over the lower half of Billy’s face. Billy cried (only a little) out of joy and Steve teared up on his behalf and because it was overwhelming to see Billy so genuinely excited about a little bit of hair. But it wasn’t just a little bit of hair, it was something Billy’d been waiting and yearning for for years.
Nevertheless, Billy still convinced Steve to keep the beard during the colder seasons and allow him to groom it and, finally, Steve was able to reciprocate the favor.
#ftm!billy#ftm billy hargrove#trans billy hargrove#harringrove#stranger things#billy hargrove#Steve harrington#mediocre—writing#mw harringrove#billy x steve#Steve x billy#I hope none of this was incorrect or offensive to anyone in the trans community because I'm not trans but I tried to represent it the best i#could and am not sure if its 100% accurate and don't mean to offend
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Ftm trans Billy who's proudly carrying Steve's child and not even a little bit ashamed about showing his body. 😌
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Chaser (Chase Him) - Harringrove
CW: ftm!Billy, fem & masc language used, panties kink, friends with benefits, omg they were roommates, cuck behaviour lol, oral sex, masturbation, frottage.
“Are you wearing panties?” Steve swung back around from his previous attempt to leave the kitchen, hanging off the wall as he stared at the peak of pale pink lace.
“Are you blind or stupid?” Billy snarked, pulling his sweats up from where they had hung a little too low. “I have a date. They like weird shit. And I like to get laid.” He said matter-of-factly.
“No, no, you don’t get to just—“ Steve made a low noise of frustration in the back of his throat and pressed his knuckles to his lips as he crossed his arms, eyes darting between the back of Billy’s head and his ass. “You never wear underwear. Is that the only pair you own?”
“Nope.” Billy popped the ‘p’. He threw his teabag in the bin with a smirk, sipping his tea as he leaned back against the counter. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but that wasn’t surprising. Billy was pretty much allergic to them.
“…Do you own any guy underwear?” Steve clarified and Billy pursed his lips.
“I’m not answering that.”
“You can’t—!” Steve muffled a groan into his hand and threw his hand back. “Yes or no?!”
“I’m a guy. If I wear it, it’s guy underwear.” Billy shrugged.
“It’s- Billy, its lacy and pink and I can see a fucking rhinestone dangling from the strap thingy.” He pointed at the waistband and Billy tugging his sweats over it. They were too big for him and they just slid back down to hang low regardless.
“The guys has a kink for panties, okay?! Honestly, I thought he was trying to like, detrans me so it wasn’t gay, but he doesn’t seem to care about that.” Billy shrugged with a wrinkle of his nose.
“Bet he’s a chaser.” Steve grumbled.
“He’s not a chaser.” Billy rolled his eyes and put the mug down.
“Bet he is. Ten bucks.”
“I’m not taking it.” Billy crossed his arms over his chest.
“So you do think I’m right?”
“I don’t-“ He scrubbed a hand down his face. “I hate you.”
“You haven’t hated me since high school. Now shut up and show me.”
“What?” Billy furrowed his brows.
“I wanna see.” Steve said like obvious. Like it was a normal request at ten in the morning.
“No?” Billy said slowly at the audacity. “You can’t see.”
“I assure you my eyes work perfectly fine.” He waggled a finger at the pink straps high on his hips.
“No, I mean I’m not showing you, Steve.”
“Why not? This rando’s seeing it, I wanna see too.” He pouted like a child; he really was a spoilt rich kid some day.
“I’m not showing you my underwear because it’s sheer, dipshit. You’d see everything.”
“So some random guy, who’s probably a chaser, can see your genitals, but I can’t, your roommate of two years?” He put up two fingers to show and Billy rolled his eyes.
“It was you or Carver, and you know I would have killed him within the first month.”
“We all would.” Steve scoffed and waved it off. “Come on, show me.”
“Oh, yes, of course, I’ll just bend over our shared kitchen counter and show you what Chris is gonna fuck later.” Billy drawled, voice laced with annoyance. “What are you, a cuck?”
“We aren’t married, so no.” Steve blew a raspberry and tossed him a thumbs down. “Chris is a sucky name by the way.”
“It’s easy to moan.”
“Ewwww.” Steve wrinkled his nose. “Gross, dude.”
“Whatever.” Billy drained his tea. “Cry about it.” He placed the cup in the sink and went to leave but Steve blocked the kitchen exit.
“Hey, hey, show and tell, Billy, everyone participates.”
“Is this a ‘I’ll you mine if you show me yours’ deal?” Billy kicked up a sassy brow.
“I can work with that.”
“Oh my god.” Billy rolled his eyes and went to tug his sweats down but Steve grabbed the strings and kept them up.
“Nope, I want the view Chris is getting.”
“You’re a fucking heathen.”
“I keep you on your toes.” Steve smirked and Billy rolled his eyes before laying his front on the kitchen counter and tugging his sweats down. They were too loose around his thighs and pooled around his ankles as Billy rested his cheek on his hand.
“Happy?” He even spread his legs for show, the morning sunlight casting onto him through the white curtains. The outside worlds warmth tickled his laced covered sex. The fabric was translucent, his whole pussy on display as Steve admired the pink panties and the prize cradled by them. Billy’s ass looked mouthwatering in them.
“Is this the whole view Chris is getting? Kind of vanilla for you.” Steve drawled, but his eyes never left the wrapped cunt.
Billy laughed.
“Mm, maybe if he’s lucky…” He turned around and kicked off his sweats, hopping up onto the counter. “He’ll get this view too when he eats me out.” He spread his legs and grinned. He twitched, getting a little excited, showing himself off like this. It didn’t have to be Steve, but it definitely helped.
“See, knowing your type…” Steve stepped closer and place a hand on his sensitive inner thigh, forcing it to spread further to accomodate his hips. “You’d need a little more room.” Billy bit back a moan, heat starting to blossom low in his belly.
“Yeah?” Billy placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Cause I like ‘em big? That a crime, Harrington?”
Steve chuckled, ducking his head and shaking it.
“No,” Steve hummed, squeezing his thigh in return, trailing up the fine hairs. His thumb barely brushed the silk and Billy shivered, sliding his hand up to cup the back of his head. “No, if anything, your body’s a crime.”
Billy tipped his head back with a jackal-like laugh at the cheesy line, crooning out one last one as Steve’s lips found the delicate line of his throat. He tightened his grip on the back of his neck and Steve groaned softly, grazing his teeth along his skin.
“This your game, Stevie? Wanna get first dibs today, hm?”
“Always get first dibs.” Steve sucked harshly under his jaw and Billy pried him back with a hiss.
“No hickies, jackass. I’m seeing him in an hour.”
“Like he doesn’t know you fuck around.” Steve grumbled, smoothing his thumb over the hot, damp fabric, the pale pink stained darker as he teased his cunt.
“Free love and shit. I’m bringing it back.” Billy chuckled and breathed out a quiet moan as Steve kissed down to his collar, scraping his teeth over his tanned skin.
“You’re just a slut, Billy. Don’t sugarcoat it.” Steve drawled and Billy’s pussy throbbed, humming at the pleasing sight of Steve kissing down his chest, his stomach to press his lips against sheer and lace. Billy leaned back on his elbows against the counter, groaning as Steve nuzzled the strip of dark blond hair running down to the hood of his cock. His breath was hot against his cunt as he teased the straps with his fingers.
“C’mon, take ‘em off.” Billy’s breathing was getting heavier now, watching the brunet intensely as he avoided his sex to kiss at his thighs, along the edges of his panties. “Don’t be a fuckin’ dick.” He hissed and Steve laughed against his inner thigh.
“Never let me enjoy anything, you’re the worst.” Like a switch, he stopped teasing and laid his flat tongue against his cunt, sucking the slick from the delicate fabric as the blond’s head fell back with a low moan.
“Fuck, that’s more like it.” He rocked into his mouth, not bothering to hook his legs around his neck. Steve wasn’t going anywhere. He was good like that.
Warm sunlight tingled against his thigh as Steve licked and sucked him through the fabric, teeth catching it to pull it back and let it snap back against his pussy. He stifled a whimper and dug his heel into his side. Steve snatched his ankle and nipped his thigh.
“Quit it.”
“Take ‘em off.” He groused impatiently and Steve rolled his eyes.
“I like them though.”
“Then you can cum in them instead of me.” Billy glared and Steve smirked.
“Not a bad idea.”
“Steve.” He growled, Steve’s smirk growing into a grin before he practically giggled.
“Fine, fine.” He hooked his finger into the fabric stretched across his swollen, pink pussy, pulling it aside and dipping his head to drag the tip of his tongue between the glistening lips.
“That’s not off.” Billy moaned but his argument fell apart as Steve lapped at his bare pussy, slurping like the lewd douchebag he was, squeezing Billy’s thigh with a grin.
“You’ll live.” Steve hummed, wrapping his lips around the thick bud, suckling at his sensitive cock to feel the blond shudder under him, gushing more slick. He knew Billy’s body like the back of his hand by now. A year and a half of fooling around between Billy’s hook ups would do that.
Steve was the only one who got to see him every day though, so he had the upper hand. Always would. Anyone could fuck Billy good, but he fucked him best and regularly, and he always came home to him to complain if they didn’t meet his standards. Steve was the one who fixed his shitty mood when they didn’t fuck him like he deserved.
Billy would see that eventually. He could be a little dense.
He licked and swallowed up his sticky slick, groaning softly against his cunt as he buried his tongue inside the hot, squirming hole. Billy arched when he sucked and fucked his tongue into his pussy, his knuckles pressed against his cheek from where he held the panties out of the way.
Billy’s hand slipped into his hair, pushing his fringe out of the way, and Steve spared him an amused smile that shone through in his eyes, pressed tight against his cunt. Billy looked gorgeous like this, all flushed down his chest and stomach flexing, ocean eyes swallowed up by the darkness of space.
“Fuck, fuckin’ chaser.” He was grinding down on his tongue, and Steve would have refuted if he thought Billy meant it. Billy was simply getting mean though, always did when he got close, and Steve was kind of a sucker for the way he tugged at his hair and called him names. He groaned against his pussy, face smeared with his juices, lips shiny and red as he rubbed them raw against the faint stubble of his cunt.
“You like that, huh?” Steve moaned loudly as Billy pressed him so close he could feel the bone bruising against his upper lip. “Fuck, c’mon slut, suck my cock.” Billy breathed out harshly, and Steve groaned as he slipped his tongue up to swirl around his cock, sucking the growth into his mouth.
He was throbbing on his tongue and Steve reached down to slip his hand into his boxers, striping his own cock furiously, desperate for release. Billy had an ‘appointment’ in less than an hour. He couldn’t fuck him raw right now even if he wanted too.
He loved coming with Billy on his tongue, so it wasn’t a hardship, sucking hard as Billy began to flex and whimper, rutting up into his mouth with his eyes closed and lips parted, lashes dark against his flushed cheeks.
“Shit, shit, fucking take it,” His hips stuttered and Steve sucked at the cock pulsated against his tongue. “Fuck!” His voice broke around the curse, face screwing up in pleasure as he came hard, gushing slick.
Steve moaned, licking it up like a dog as Billy twitched through each wave, left shaking and trembling on the kitchen counter as Steve cleaned his sensitive cunt with an eager tongue. Billy’s hand was still in his hair and he could tell when he was coming to from his disorienting orgasm, nails scratching at his scalp. He pulled back, panting against his spit damp cunt, sticky lips finding his thigh, kissing the crease between thigh and hip as he fucked into his fist.
Billy tugged him up by his hair and the brunet groaned as he crashed their lips together, grinding his leaking flushed cock against his spent pussy, dirtying the lace with pre. The kiss was sloppy, sharing hot air and sliding their tongues together as Steve moaned, humping his cunt and digging his fingers into his hip, the swell of his pec.
“Fucking—” Billy panted, groaning softly as Steve nipped his lip and licked his spit and slick covered lips. “You’re such a cuck.”
Steve whined low in his throat, mind static with pleasure as he came, cum spitting up their fronts, ruining the panties and Steve’s shirt. Steve gasped for air, pressing his forehead to Billy’s cheek. The blond chuckled, petting him again.
“Gonna fuck you when you get home.” Steve slurred, kissing his jaw, his neck, burying his face in his scent.
“Sloppy seconds. Classy.”
“Wanna put you to bed. Like last time.” He mumbled, sipping his arms around him as he sagged on top of the blond. He wanted to fall asleep inside Billy, wanted to share the bed and wake up to him and his hands in his hair.
“Okay.” Billy continued to caress his hair as Steve caught his breath, soaking in the warmth of his skin. He could have dozed off just like this, on top of his friend and doused in the morning sunshine like a lazy cat.
“Come on.” Billy said eventually, patting his shoulder. “I gotta grab a quick shower now. I’m meeting Chris in thirty minutes.”
Steve grumbled.
“He’s a chaser. I’m calling it.”
“Sure.” Billy chuckled, kissing his temple. “Whatever you gotta say to put your mind at ease.” He murmured against his skin, wriggling out from under him and slipping off the counter to leave the kitchen with a mutter of, “Now I gotta find another pair to wear, fuckin’ ruined, even tore the seam…”
Steve pouted to himself as he looked down at the sweatpants on the floor, the mug on the counter and the faint wet spot on the marble from where Billy had been. He tugged his pants back up and huffed.
Fuck Chris. Steve would buy Billy whatever panties he wanted and ruin every pair. There would be none for Chris to enjoy, the prick.
Maybe he was a little jealous. Just a bit.
But Billy would keep coming home to him, so he could be satisfied for now.
#billy hargrove#steve harrington#harringrove#lemon#harringrove smut#trans billy hargrove#ftm!billy hargrove
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Having a muddy head day and can't focus on anything enough to write, write so how about an old au idea I'll probably never get around to fully flushing out and writing featuring ftm alpha Billy.
Warning: there is a scene that could be triggering where transmasc Billy gets seen with his pants down when he thinks Steve is sleeping.
Susan is the entire reason he was able to get on hormones, helping him hide it all from Neil and taking him to his appointments. It is when she helps Billy get top surgery, something they cannot really hide that they all leave Neil bleeding and unconscious in the living room of their shabby little apartment. Susan manages to build up the courage to really stand up to him and shatter a heavy shell-filled lamp over his skull before he could take out his disgust and rage on Billy. Billy, too drugged up to really help or defend himself, has to rely on Max and Susan to get his things, all the important bits and bobs including the address for his mother he found in Neil’s things a few weeks ago.
Billy tucked into the back of the car with a sulky Max who does not understand why if they were taking Billy’s boobs off they could not simply give them to her and Billy laughs even though it hurts and points out again that if that was how it worked he would have gladly waited a little longer for her to get a little older so they would have fit her body better.
Loraine is not expecting anyone at seven in the morning much less a boy that looks strikingly like her Billie, he even smells like hers, with a tired omega and her pup standing behind him scent worried but hopeful. She blinks when Billy nervously brushes his hair out of his face and says "Hi mom, you probably don't recognize me." Her Billie might be a Billy now but that does not change anything she is feeling as she reaches out and gently pulls him close, hands cupping his jaw as the tears start coming.
"Baby I'm so sorry I left you." She cries as she curls her arms around Billy "It was just supposed to be the weekend to get everything in order, get us someplace safe but when I came back Neil was gone. He took you and I couldn't find you! I couldn't find you! I'm so sorry!" Lorraine cries and Billy starts crying too, so relieved to hear it was not intentional that she had not been staying away all this time because she did not love him anymore.
Originally Max and Susan were only going to stay with them until they get back on their feet, all of them moving to a new place together to keep off of Neil’s radar. Things change though and it does not take long for Susan and her to become close. "Are moms are going to fuck it’s kind of gross." Max sniffs at breakfast one morning their scents in the kitchen obvious as they move around on another effortlessly.
The announcement from Max makes them stumble and Billy snorts into his orange juice. "What, you don't want two moms?" Billy asks pretty sure that is not the issue and well aware of the two women having gone quiet carefully listening.
"Oh no, I love having two moms." She says with a grin before she stabs the egg on her plate with a little frown, the runny yolk oozing out and soaking into the edge of her toast. "I just think the sex part is gross, I don't get why people want that. Also people always smell kind of gross, like when they do it, I don't like that smell Mrs. Filts came into class smelling like it last week. It makes me nauseous." Max explains as she tears a piece from her toast and dips it in her yolk.
Billy nods his head sagely, the scent has never bothered him, he even likes it but he knows it is not for everyone. "You might just be scent sensitive, we can get sprays to help with that and I'm sure the moms would love to have a talk with your teacher about them."
"Yeah, cool" Max nods before he scent goes a little sour. "But what if I don't want any of it? What if when I get older I don't want to mate or be touched like that or any of that stuff?" Billy is pretty sure he is not the person she should be having this conversation with but she asked him.
"You might grow into wanting it but if you don't that's fine. There isn't anything wrong with not wanting that stuff, or even just wanting parts of it. Not every bonded pair is having sex, it's perfectly normal." Billy knows he said the right thing when Max beams at him and their moms come busting out both of them rubbing their hands through his curls, smelling pleased.
They move to Hawkins for a job opportunity at the hospital and it is there that Billy meets Steve. The prettiest omega he has ever seen and he instantly wants. It takes a while, Steve raw from a recent break up but Billy worms his way into Steve’s life and eventually his bed. They are friends who fuck, Billy convinces himself it is not more because he does not want to tell Steve everything, does not want Steve to find out and decide Billy is not a good enough alpha. Billy takes what he can get from Steve while trying to ignore his own feelings and the ones he can scent on Steve.
Billy has all the hormones and the blockers and the top surgery but unfortunately bottom surgery is too expensive for now and he cannot have his body in a constant state of rut because that is dangerous. So the only time he ever fucks anyone is when he is in rut or they are in heat and the hormones let his dick come out. He can tell Steve is getting worried but Billy just distracts him with kisses a blow job, rims him till he cries, just uses his fingers and tongue to make Steve cum until he is too fucked out to do anything but lay there panting as Billy cleans him up worries forgotten.
Until one day after a long few nights, their heat and rut having synced up and amplified everything Steve sees. Billy does not usually let himself fall asleep after, not before he makes sure to drag something on covering his lower half still not feeling comfortable enough to let Steve know. Billy slips out of bed thinking Steve is still asleep and it is safe except he turns to find Steve watching him.
Billy freezes one leg hiked up, boxers around his other ankle and on full display. Billy panics and ignores Steve’s soft smile as he calls "Come back to bed, don't leave yet."
"Don't fucking look at me." Billy hisses shoving his leg into his boxers with jerky movements.
Heart pounding and gut churning all made worse by the flash of hurt that crosses Steve’s face, the sour tag his scent spikes with. "Right sorry." Steve says quickly, lips wobbling as he rolls over, giving Billy privacy. "I wasn't trying to. I just. You don't have to hide from me." Steve's words barely breach Billy's brain, a fuzzy wash as blood rushes in his ears barely getting all his clothes on before he is fleeing.
When Billy gets home he finds Susan and cries into her stomach, sure despite Steve’s ignored attempt at reassurances that he will not want anything to do with Billy. Finally admitting how he really feels as that fear washes over him. No amount of reassurance from any of them actually make Billy feel better especially not Max’s little growl of “Steve loves you, you’re being stupid.” even if her claim makes his heart flutter.
The next time he sees Steve in the hall, Billy's scent is rolling with hostility as he drags a startled Steve into the first secluded place he comes across. “What did you see?” Billy glowers at Steve's confused look. “The other morning before I left.” He clarifies with a huff. Billy does not actually let Steve answer as soon as he opens his mouth he pokes Steve in the chest as he says “You didn’t see shit and if you tell anyone I’ll make you regret it.” Billy snarls, turning to leave when Steve grabs him by the arm.
“Billy why are you doing this, I know what a vagina and what a female alpha looks like.” Billy hisses like an angry cat wrenching away, whirling on his foot to growl at Steve.
“I’m not-”
“No I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Steve has his hands up, scent pumping the room full of soothing. “I just meant I know what the scars on your chest are from and well I’m familiar with the downstairs parts, uh I don’t know the proper term for it but I know you aren’t a woman, but I know you have the-” Steve waves his hand lower, cringing at himself, scent souring at his own ineptitude.
“Maybe you should do your fucking research before cornering someone.” Billy grumbles, less angry and scared with the scent of Steve’s comfort heavy in his nose, nothing sour and bitter in Steve as Billy presses just a little closer.
“Technically you cornered me” Steve’s hands go up again when Billy growls at him, nose pressing into his neck relaxing for the first time in days. “But yeah, do you maybe have some recommendations of what I should look into? Usually I ask Nancy for help with research but that seems like it would be the wrong move.”
“Yeah uh I could, I could give you some reading materials.” Billy already has a little stack of things he started putting together when he first started sniffing around Steve and started hanging out with him all the time. “How long have you known?” Billy asks, eyes wet as he curls his arms around Steve and Steve wraps his own around Billy’s.
“Pretty much since we started messing around babe, I figured you had your reasons for not wanting to talk about it. I didn’t realize it was a secret, secret.” Steve hands smooth over Billy’s back as he shakes.
“You should have said something.” Billy huffs wetly.
“I didn't want to upset you.” Steve says, voice a little high with concern as Billy’s tears wet his collar. Billy laughs, he spent all this time trying to keep his distance, worrying over Steve not accepting him if he knew, upsetting himself when he did not need to. “You don’t ever have to hide anything from me.”
I don't really know what happens after this. Obviously they are very happy together and Billy eventually gets over his need to hide.
Steve's mom offers to pay for Billy’s bottom surgery and Billy is reluctant because that is a lot of money why would she just do that. But she is just like "You make my Steven happy and you being happy makes him happy. You're going to be part of the family right? So let us help you be happy too." She says earnestly, waving a hand in the direction of her husband. "Martin will just waste the money on his mistress if it sits there doing nothing."
Martin scoffs, dragging his glasses down as he looks at her. "As if you don't spend just as much on your own mistress." Annette just laughs and nods, smiling brightly at Billy, the unusual terms of their marriage long since revealed to Billy and the rest of his family. That first holiday spent together was a real shocker but they all get along and their two mistresses adore Steve like he is theirs too, which after all these years Billy reckons he basically is. She does not really wait for Billy to accept or let him protest any further. “It’s settled, right then, we’re paying.” and Martin nods along and Billy is teary eyed.
"Oh alright just this once I suppose it's okay if you ruin my cashmere." Annette says, pulling Billy close and holding him. Steve is understandably concerned when he comes in with Max in tow and then elated for Billy because he knows that this is something Billy has been dying to get done.
Max is all “Cool, can you pay for mine too?” and they are all laughing but also they absolutely do because they are all a family and it is only a matter of time before Billy makes it permanent because he is definitely going to bond with Steve, there is no doubt in his mind about that.
-It’s been 8 months since I had covid and I’m still dealing with that shit. Upside I got editing done and decided to finally share one of my trans hc. I don’t have many and I usually keep them to myself and this is probably far from perfect. Probably some parts that don’t jive but here it is hopefully it’s okay.
#harringrove#jellyhc#fanfiction#st fic#Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington#ftm Billy Hargrove#Alpha Billy Hargrove#Omega Steve Harrington#harringrove a/b/o#trans billy hargrove
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Watered my plants today so here’s a drabble: ftm!Steve and gardener!Billy
Read on ao3 ~
Mrs. H wants a rose garden. They actually used to have roses in the flower beds in front of the house, but life got in the way and they were replaced with plants that could handle themselves, for the most part.
Thing is, Steve loves flowers. He stopped letting himself indulge in them because it was hard enough being “man enough,” but his friendship with Robin (and saving the world a few times) puts things into a new perspective.
He deserves to pursue his interests. And goodness knows, anything other people have tried to push on him haven’t worked apart from always make him looking like a fool.
So he gets a bunch of roses in little green “trainer” pots and gets to work during one of the last winter days where it’s cold in the air but hot under the sun. Steve plants peppermint (red and white striped) roses in the front flower beds, and red ones around one side of the pool; the side of the yard that slopes down and around to the front of the house, so the right angle from the street can see them. He even gets a fine mulch to blanket the new beds and goes to the quarry for free rocks to frame it all in.
Then a gardener shows up. His mom hired a freaking gardener.
Admittedly, Steve could have reacted better than, “Who the hell are you?”
But also, who arrives on their first day of work and says, “Wrong mulch, pretty boy.”
Steve had climbed out of the rose bed and faced the young and muscular guy, who blinked and his face flickered with something that Steve had seen dozens of times. The uncertainty between Steve’s height and his mother’s eyes and cheekbones. The movement of eyes analyzing the width of his shoulders and hips between a waistline he had worked damn hard on to be rectangular instead of hour-glass shaped.
“What’s wrong with the mulch?” Steve bit out as he planted his hands on his hips. He couldn’t say why he had the habit; some traumatized mixture of hiding his hips and making him look wider. Stronger. Deserving of the space he held.
“There was a recall from that brand. A whole vat of pesticide fell into it. It’s too toxic for flowering or fruiting plants.”
Steve could hear Robin’s voice in his head. If a man explains something to me one more time, I’m going to start frothing at the mouth.
God, Steve loved her. She helped him see all the micro-aggressions men did to him because they mentally catalogued Steve as the wrong gender. It helped him realize how bad he was at reading people and why he’d made the wrong “friends” up until now.
“How was I supposed to know that?” he retorted grumpily.
The gardener - with his stupid face already golden in the winter, and a stupid curl falling over his forehead like he styled it for landscaping or something - smiled. “Get a rake, peach. We’ll replace it by lunchtime.”
Peach? Steve fumed.
So...yeah. Not the best start.
Even worse, this guy named Billy really fed into the pet name. Greeted him with, “Hey, peaches,” all the time, and went inside to use the bathroom only to bring out sliced peaches and yogurt.
“It’s finally getting hot out. Sugar’s good for you.”
Steve hated him. He hated him for calling him Peach, and he hated him for putting salt on his fruit ever since Steve stomped inside and corrected the stupid snack the way he liked it.
And then Steve’s own red rose bloomed. He despised the irony but there it was. Robin helped him despise it less and less. Her own tactics for dealing with cramps, food cravings, and headaches really saved him; and just having the company made him feel less like a fish in the wrong ocean.
It came early, though, and it was a doozy.
Steve and Billy were only weeding the beds with occasional pruning of the branches, but eventually Steve just had to lie down. He’d started bleeding that morning, but in less than twenty minutes his abdomen was swollen and he felt the cramps all the way down his inner thighs to his feet.
The grass was cool underneath his cheek. Being horizontal helped the headache but not everything else -
“Hey, Peach. Sit up a little. I got you something.”
“Fluff off.”
Billy...didn’t laugh. Steve heard him huff through his nose and drape a towel or something over him before setting something on the grass. “Don’t knock it over.”
Steve opened his eyes and saw a glass of water and a glorious little pill on a toilet paper square. Steve gulped it down as fast as he could and settled once more...underneath Billy’s jacket. He supposed it was still a little cold in the morning shade.
When he could, he folded the jacket and set it on the poolside concrete before going inside to get himself more water, a little coffee, and to, you know, check -
He’d bled through his jeans.
Like the weight of water crashing over his head, Steve wilted in the bathroom. It wasn’t a big stain, but Billy had to know, right? Steve tried to remember where exactly he’d placed his jacket on top of Steve. Was it to keep him warm, higher up on his shoulder? Or lower, to give him the courtesy of privacy?
Steve wasn’t a coward. And he sure as hell wasn’t going another day with this gardener treating him like-like...
Like what?
Robin would skin him alive for not wanting to be treated like a girl. What does that even mean, Steve? Treated with respect? Treated like a person? What does it mean to be treated like a man, then? Who is devalued here?
Steve sighed and yanked on fresh underwear and jeans. Why was gender so hard? He knew he was Steve, and Robin liked to tell him he over-simplified things - which was a hell of a nicer way of saying he shined less than other bulbs - but he couldn’t deal with the wondering or the tip-toeing around this incredibly masculine and pretty and annoying gardener.
Billy was down the slope in the side-yard. Steve didn’t know why he was planting a sapling, of all things. His mother never said anything about wanting a tree, but he ignored that and barked, “I need to talk to you.”
“I’m listening,” he said without turning around. Steve fumed as soil got patted down around the base of the tree.
“We need to talk about my – me. We need to talk about me.”
“Are you feeling better?” Billy stood and went to the wheelbarrow of mulch.
This was too frustrating. Steve came right out with. “Do you know? Like – because my name is Steve. But I’m not sure you get it – ”
“I get it. Steve.”
Billy finally looked at him and used the shears from his belt to clip off the large tag fluttering on the branch of the tree. “It’s you who doesn’t get it.”
He pushed the tag against the front of Steve’s shirt. The latter now had a prop to syphon his frustration into. He waved the tag around as he exploded, “What do you – You don’t get to know me better than – ”
“Romance really flies right by you.”
And.
Well.
Whatever lake or ocean Steve flailed in, he sure gaped out of water now.
Billy stepped up to him, making Steve shut his trap and swallow a wet sound. He purred in between them, “This is the part where you read the tag.”
Steve really hated being a slower reader. He felt like every second was a month as he read the tag, and then flipped it over…
Peach trees have had romantic significance in many cultures for centuries. In mythology, Paris of Troy granted a golden peach to Aphrodite in competition with Hera and Athena, thereby crowning her the most beautiful. In return, Aphrodite promised him the most beautiful person in the world, Helen of Sparta.
Their fruit symbolizes unrivaled happiness, as nothing compares to the taste of a peach. In the language of flowers, peach blossoms have come to mean infatuation, or captured love.
Steve blinked at that for a long second and then found an extremely convenient little info-graphic that his brain absorbed more easily:
Peach: your qualities and charms are unequaled.
Blossoms: I am your captive.
“Um,” he fumbled, because his brain was dangerously close to asking, Are you Paris or Helen in this?
“I’ve seen how you look at me.”
Steve’s head jerked up. “No you haven’t!”
Billy, that bastard, grinned. “Yes, I have. I know you like me. You wouldn’t be so mean to me otherwise.”
“I’m mean because you deserve it,” Steve growled, but he wasn’t doing well at putting distance between them. Good god, the man had freckles on his nose and cheeks.
Billy pinched the front of Steve’s shirt. “I know what else I deserve,” and pulled a light little moan out of Steve when he captured his lips.
Billy’s lips were soft, and his hand was a little sweaty where it came to hold the side of Steve’s neck and jaw. Steve couldn’t help but say against Billy’s breath, “You don’t mind?”
“ ‘Course I don’t mind,” Billy murmured almost angrily. “It’s not the 1880s.”
“You just relied on a plant to tell me you like me. That’s pretty sappy-Victorian-show-trope to me.”
“I had to get creative. You’re already surrounded by roses every time I see you.”
Steve giggled breathily in the little space between them. Something in his body moved like a trapeze artist when the pink tip of Billy’s tongue moved inside his mouth, from one side of his bottom lip to the other.
“Roses? Too old school for me,” Steve teased.
“Good. Any more old school and it’d be awkward for me to keep doing this.”
Steve may or may not have gotten sunburnt from kissing too long.
Billy somehow found peach-scented sunscreen.
Steve also may or may not have thrown the bottle at him.
#harringrove#ftm!steve#gardener!billy#ficlet#pondermoniums#neonponders#i've never written a ftm character before#so i hope it's okay#🥺
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