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jarviscockerssecrethusband · 1 month

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The podcast was Steve’s idea.

It had started with a joke from Heather. She’d took one look at Billy and Steve’s accidentally matching gym clothes and told them they looked like a failing alpha bro podcast duo. The type of guys who’d talk about being alpha males. Billy had laughed hard but it had made Steve think.

They’d been best friends since kindergarten and were functionally inseparable. Billy had seen Steve through a long period of deep, dark depression and Steve liked to think he’d helped Billy through Neil. Most podcasts Steve had listened to, the hosts didn’t even sound like they liked each other. They’d be perfect.

It took Steve about a month to convince Billy to put himself in front of a microphone. For a guy with a 300k follower Instagram thirst trap account, Billy was crushingly self conscious about his voice. He’d been on testosterone for three years but still felt like he sounded “clockable.” It wasn’t until Steve promised that if they got even one comment about Billy’s voice, they’d immediately delete the episode, that Billy agreed.

Between the two of them, they had absolutely no qualifications to start an agony aunt podcast. Still, the first episode was released onto Spotify and it had a surprisingly warm reception. Most of their listeners were queer or neurodivergent and were asking about what to do when a hookup went wrong or how to go outside without having a panic attack.

It was heartwarming really, the affect Steve felt that they were having. Two trans guys talking openly about sex, relationships, social faux pas, fitting in and the occasional tangent on oyster forks wasn’t exactly common. And their audience seemed to cling to them like two older brother figures.

It was perfect. Should have been perfect. It was just that there was a bit of a side affect.

As it turned out, spending every week with your best friend, who was physically just your type, and was also just an absolute sweetheart, led to having a crush on said best friend.

That is if you were Steve anyway. Shit.

Most guys on realising they were crushing hard on their best friend probably would have done something normal, like tell him. Not Steve though. Steve endeavoured to lock himself in the broom closet and scream before every recording session of the podcast.

It would work. Hopefully.

Then Billy started getting random listeners proposing to him via email. They’d read them out before every advice segment and Billy would either accept or decline depending on how funny he found it but it still made Steve die a little inside. Billy felt like his in some intangible, indescribable way and even jokes about marriage felt like suffocating.

He redownloaded Grindr the next day. The guys on there left a lot to be desired, especially compared to Billy but at least it stopped Steve from feeling quite so lonely. He flirted, made decisions that made Robin tut and generally started morphing into the kind of hot mess Steve had been in his late teens.

Billy didn’t seem to notice. That is until he did.

Steve was very late for recording the newest episode, a silly one about accents. He hadn’t remembered to shave so the patchy stubble that hrt was helping him grow in was a mess. There was gum stuck to to the bottom of his shoe. Something had gotten spilled on his shirt.

His co host once again looked delicious. Delicious and worried. So worried in fact that he dragged Steve into the very closet that he’d spent almost two months hiding in.

There was only so long Steve could hedge around the issue. Not with Billy worrying about all the things that could have gone wrong, anxious brain in overdrive. Steve had to tell him.

A short, excruciating silence followed after Steve admitted his crush/budding love. One that the slightly irrational part of his mind was convinced would culminate in Billy punching him again.

That didn’t happen.

Instead, Billy called him a dumbass, they made out under a precarious tin of paint for fifteen minutes, and agreed that getting together was long overdue.

The first email they got from a listener after going public about their relationship was short and to the point.

Can I propose to both of you?

I think it was @camaro-and-smokes and @prettyboy-like-you who reblogged being interested in the og post about this idea and since I am a fic writing weirdo, I wanted to write a little ficlet for them! I hope you both like it

(Inspired LOOSELY by the hilarious Help I Sexted My Boss podcast which I adore. Also inspired a smidge by Lust For Life by @oopsiedaisiesbaby)

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove ficlet #writing this instead of working WHOOPS #trans steve harrington #trans billy hargrove

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racketti · 4 months

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Hide your boyfriends and girlfriends, here comes Billie Hargrove!

Transfem!Billy <3

#she is a rockstar #she is an icon #she is everything #fem billy hargrove #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fanart #trans billy hargrove

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mothellie · 1 month

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My Trans/Gender Bend Faceclaims

Nobody asked for this, but I'm gonna do it anyway. These are the faceclaims I use when I'm writing/creating stuff for trans AUs and I want to share with the class. I love transing characters genders, it's my favorite pastime.

Margot Robbie as Fem!Jason Carver

Ross Lynch as Masc!Chrissy Cunningham

Sophie Thatcher as Fem!Gareth

They don't look as much alike as some of the other claims here but I still think she fits really well with his overall look.

Taylor Swift as Fem!Billy Hargrove

Diana Silvers as Fem!Steve Harrington

Storm Reid as Fem!Jeff

Emmy Rossum as Fem!Eddie Munson

Timothee Chalamet as Masc!Nancy Wheeler

I'll do a Part 2 or specific characters I left out if anyone asks

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hargrove-mayfields · 5 months

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A few months on testosterone. That’s all it took before Steve started noticing the hair popping up in places he hadn’t really noticed it before. Coarse, scratchy hairs he’d usually pluck out for sensory reasons.

On his face though, those things are his prized possessions. Yeah, maybe he looks like a 12 year old boy trying to grow real facial hair, but just a little dusting of a mustache is enough for him to feel pride.

Billy’s T-shots had taken a bit longer to get started, because of difficulty getting prescriptions with a changing address and parental rights and things, so he’s not quite as far along. He insists his real trouble is being blond though.

“The hairs are just light, Stevie. But they’re there.. I promise, look-“

So it was a competition.

The giggly, blushy, struggling to meet each other gazes kind of competition. Where the spark in their hearts is reignited and bursts into warm love.

Steve wins, eventually. It’s November, which means no shaving whatsoever, not even trimming off here and there to try to encourage growth, absolutely nothing. Blonde hairs stay stagnant, but dark brown and wavy grows out of control.

He doesn’t rub it in. Honestly, he kinda wishes Billy had won, but Billy’s a good sport about it. He kisses Steve and congratulates him. A beard growing race was maybe never going to be as serious as Steve thought anyways.

Though, he will admit that whatever he was anticipating, it wasn’t for Billy to suggest a different kind of contest.

Yeah, they’re dating, but only in the ‘hey we’re both queer and trapped in this town, let’s give this a shot’ small town high school sweethearts bullshit stage of dating. Not like, the rip your pants off and compare your bottom growth stage.

Is he going to deny Billy though? Well, that’s another story.

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It’s Harringrove Movember!! We’ll be celebrating men’s mental health and joy for the next week!! Yay!!

@harringrovemovember

#harringrovemovember #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #trans steve harrington #trans billy hargrove #t4t harringrove #my writing #my moodboards

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starkstruck27 · 3 months

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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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bowiebond · 1 year

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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.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #transfem steve harrington #trans steve harrington #trans billy hargrove #transmasc Billy hargrove #ftm!billy hargrove #mtf steve harrington #harringrove #lemon

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hellfirefucker · 10 months

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A little gift for @/CaliPCE235 on Twitter! Full version is available on my twt (@hellfire_fucker) along with a little sneak peek at Steve’s personal journal

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #trans billy hargrove #cis steve harrington #stranger things #trans character #original work #gay nsft #nsft #hellfire_fucker #my art #someone please end my suffering #oh my god let me die #i love them so much #I need to lick billy up and down #i need to bite him #I don’t know how to tag #help

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yikesharringrove · 1 year

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hows about trans man billy thinking he needs to perform masculinity at max capacity at all times meeting nonbinary masc steve in a skirt 👀

“Gender is fake, anyway.”

Steve said it all the time.

Billy wishes they’d met ten years ago.

Maybe he’d be better at chilling out if Steve had swept into his life earlier.

Billy had a very rigid idea of masculinity. Instilled in him by a father that slapped him around and told him he was worthless.

That believed women belonged in the kitchen, and the only men who were worth a shit were veterans.

And Billy, loathe as he was to admit it, wanted to be the kind of man his father had long told him was the man that mattered.

He never left the house without a packer, and he trained his voice lower for years. He manspread and mansplained. He ate his steaks bloody and got really interested in cars.

So at first, he hated Steve a little bit.

Steve, who was taller then him, with broad shoulders and dark chest hair. With a sharp jaw and a heavy brow and a face that was masculine.

Steve, who used any pronouns and wore clothes based on how colorful and comfortable they were, and not which section of the store they came out of.

Steve wore skirts and always had painted nails and had facial hair that grew in thicker than Billy’s.

Steve soothed Billy’s dysphoria with gentle words and soft hands. Steve told him that his dad is a piece of shit. That masculinity is all about how you feel inside. That it has nothing to do with anything Billy’s dad ever said. How Billy can be presenting in the most traditionally feminine way possibly, and he’s still a man, because that’s who he is, not how he looks.

Steve made Billy feel brave, and taught him more about being a man than Neil Hargrove ever could.

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #yikes writes #thank you merlin for this blessing you allowed me to go on a gender is fake rant in fic form lol #harringrove #nonbinary steve harrington #trans billy hargrove #trans steve harrington #i am not specifying if steve is afab or amab on purpose thanks

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jellyfishloveletterghosts · 4 months

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Billy makes a request for Christmas.

All I Want For Christmas

Billy has been sing songing "all I want for Christmas is a big huge dick," for what feels like hours now but in reality has only been about ten minutes with several breaks as he gets distracted around the house.

Steve of course assumes he is trying to get him to stop grading papers and give him the D. Which he would if he had more time, but he really needs to finish up grading the papers on the desk in front of him. "I gave you that this morning, have a little patience and I'll do it again."

"Not talking about your dick pretty boy," Billy huffs and crosses his arms while flopping down on the aforementioned grading Steve has been trying to get done.

It leaves him with no choice but to give Billy his full attention with a dramatic sigh as he pushes his glasses to rest on his head and rubs at his eyes. "I'm going to be really offended if you start mooning over some other guy’s dick."

"Like you haven't waxed on poetically about Kenneth's dick," Billy pokes him in the chest as he says it with mirth.

"I was drunk, that doesn't count, besides you asked." Steve pouts it was right after they started hooking up and ten years later Billy is still using it to mock him.

"Suppose I did," Billy concedes, finger dragging over Steve's jutted bottom lip in a distracting way. "Wasn't talking about someone else dick either."

Steve’s mouth twists, "I'm lost."

Billy rolls his eyes, "want a dick of my own," points down to his crotch to emphasize.

Read the Rest on Ao3

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metalscoops · 8 months

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Praying to Her Body

A snippet from my nsfw t4t lesbian harringrove fic to pspsps you into reading the rest on AO3

All you need to know is that this is set in the 1800s, Stef is a 500+ year old vampire, and Will is a freshly turned werewolf.

Set in the AU universe of 'In Perpetuity' my vampire Stefano (Steve)/werewolf William (Billy) fic, which has yet to be published.

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"Do you like how it looks, princess?"

The husky voice startled Will from her reverie, and she drew her eyes away from her reflection with great effort, fighting the urge to hide like she'd done something wrong. Her father might have said it was wrong, but she knew, she knew it wasn't wrong. She wasn't wrong. And she was out from under his thumb now.

She smoothed her hands over the delicate dark red silk of the dress Stef had loaned her, catching the eyes of her benefactor– saviour– whatever she was– as she turned to face her. She felt unsteady under the gaze, and it wasn't just the heels Stef had insisted she wear that had her practically wobbling.

"It's beautiful," she breathed, a light flush covering her cheeks at being so exposed in front of Stef.

The vampire was old, and tall, and intimidatingly beautiful. Long luscious hair that reached her waist, large dark red eyes framed by impossibly long lashes, and nails that could rip her heart out if she so wished. Yet Will couldn't tear her eyes away, couldn't convince her body to feel anything but lust when she looked upon Stef.

The vampire couldn't possibly understand how Will felt seeing herself as she'd always wished in her reflection. Will had no soft tits to fill out the neckline of the dress how she wanted, but it still flowed over her so prettily. The silk felt like water caressing her body, heady and strangely arousing as it hugged her waist and skimmed over her hips, giving the semblance of the hourglass figure she'd always dreamed of. The bottom hem of the dress reached the floor, and the long sleeves hugged her upper arms and drooped in big bells from her elbows to skim just below her knees.

Will swallowed, unable to reconcile the look Stef was giving her. She could not understand how the vampire could look upon her with such desire knowing what she knew.

"You are beautiful," Stef purred, her Italian accent rolling and thick as she stepped fully into Will's room. The door shut behind her with a click, "a true natural beauty. The dress only enhances that, pretty girl."

Will flushed even deeper, pink suffusing her cheeks and down her chest. She turned away, only seeing herself in the reflection when she looked back. Beneath the thin fabric of the dress her length stirred, the sensuality of the moment and the feel of Stef's heavy, lustful gaze on her doing something to her she couldn't stop.

"Will you let me touch you?" Stef had snuck up easily behind Will without her noticing, her cool breath stirring Will's curls on the back of her neck where they had fallen from the elaborate updo Madame Byers had twisted and pinned her hair in.

"Please," Will breathed, trying and failing to hide the desperation in her voice.

Stef pressed her body flush to Will's from behind, reaching one long arm around Will's body to press a large, claw-tipped hand to Will's chest just over her heart. Will swallowed thickly, her nipples perking up beneath the touch, the light drag of the silk dress rubbing against them.

Stef's breasts were pressed against her back, and Will could not think of anything else. Saliva pooled in her mouth and she let out an involuntary moan when Stef pulled her impossibly closer, the thick fabric of her cloak scratching rough but strangely heady against Will's body.

"Stef, I–" Will threw her head back against Stef's shoulder when she cupped her pecs in both hands, massaging them and rubbing her thumbs over her nipples again and again.

"That's it, princess," Stef cooed, voice deep and thick with arousal, "you look so pretty like this. You'd let me do whatever I wanted to you wouldn't you?"

Will shuddered, arching her chest into Stef's touch, a small moan vibrating from between her parted lips. She'd painted them with a small amount of the rouge Stef had loaned her, but that was ruined when Stef lifted one long-fingered hand and tilted her face by the chin just enough to look at her so she could smooth their lips together.

Will let out a quiet breathy moan into Stef's mouth, opening like a blossoming flower to Stef's wandering touches and coaxing tongue. Between her thighs her dick twitched and stirred, filling out thicker as Stef pinched and pulled at her nipples through the dress, sucking on her tongue and nibbling on her bottom lip.

"Would you let me take you, pretty girl?" Stef purred against her lips, a whisper of space between them, "spread you out on your bed and taste every inch of your beautiful, soft body."

"Please," Will, reached up, tangling her hand in Stef's long hair, and pulling her back into a desperate kiss – this one hard and deep and passionate.

Stef chuckled darkly against her mouth and ground her hips into Will's ass. She froze at the touch, shock rushing through her body.

She pulled back from their kiss, gasping for air, wide-eyed and flushed. But Stef was not like her… was she? She had breasts.

"You're like me?" Will spun to face Stef, eyeing her body like she would be able to see the hard length she'd felt pressed against her ass through the dark layers of Stef's clothing, "but you have–" she waved her hand at Stef's tits, hidden as they still were by her dark cloak.

Stef let out a husky laugh, taking a step back from Will as she started to slowly unfasten the buttons holding her cloak on, "I have a friend who is a witch, dear heart. She gave me them when I asked."

Will knew she must be gaping, but the notion was foreign and exciting to her. Stef let her cloak drop to the floor, pooling around her feet. She was in the same type of suit Will had seen her wearing every day since she'd rescued her, loose silk blouse open to expose her decolletage and the tantalising curves of her breasts, and suit pants pulled tight around her thick thighs.

Except this time, Will could see the firm line of her arousal tenting her pants.

Will swallowed, cheeks flushing darker with her arousal, "you're like me," she repeated, her voice wondrous.

"Yes, amor meus," Stef chuckled quietly, stepping closer to Will and cupping her face in her large hand, "I am like you."

Will's eyelids fluttered closed, a shiver running through her body when Stef rubbed a calloused thumb over her bottom lip. Her lips parted on a breath, Stef's thumb slipping into her mouth, the sharp point of her nail pressing into Will's tongue.

Stef stepped as close as possible again, towering over Will as she moved her hand to tilt her chin up. Will opened her eyes, meeting the darkening gaze of her vampire benefactor.

this fic is very long and too explicit for tumblr so read the rest on my AO3 - metalscoops archiveofourown.org/works/49651414

#stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #my writing #t4t #transfemme harringrove #trans steve harrington #trans billy hargrove #female steve harrington #female billy hargrove

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jarviscockerssecrethusband · 21 days

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Transmasc harringrove where they both kind of fell down the Kalvin Garrah wormhole during high school but they meet again in college. Steve feels comfortable wearing makeup sometimes and Billy does drag weekly.

Anyway, Steve ends up awkwardly going up to Billy and being like heyyyyyy could you do a drag fundraiser for my top surgery my parents cut me off. Billy, who has always had a crazy stupid crush on Steve is like 🥺🥺🥺🥺 sure.

Heather calls him an idiot, Harrington’s probably just taking advantage of his crush. But Steve- Steve’s changed.

And he seems like he likes Billy back.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #trans steve harrington #trans billy hargrove

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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.

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