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Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things)Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Trans Steve Harrington, Nonbinary Steve Harrington, Transmasculine Eddie Munson, Trans Eddie Munson, Top/Bottom Versatile Eddie Munson, Bottom Eddie Munson, Top/Bottom Versatile Steve Harrington, Soft Dom Steve Harrington, T4T Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Age Play, Spanking, Lactation Kink, Panty Kink, Feminization, Steve Harrington Has a Mommy Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Degradation Kink, Hair-pulling, Anal Fingering, pussy slapping, Foot Fetish, If You Squint - Freeform, Aftercare, Praise Kink, Anal Sex, Frottage, Virgin Eddie Munson, Pervert Eddie Munson, Orgasm Denial, Ass Play, Rimming, Kink Negotiation, Kink Exploration
Summary:
"What about, wife Stevie Harrington returns from her husband's work party to find her young baby-sitter, Eddie Munson, at home. Maybe, just this once, it's nice to have someone waiting for her when she comes back?"
"Yeah, except I'm a filthy underwear thief and a pervert and virgin all in one."
"Yeah, and then I fuck you."
"Yeah, exactly!"
(or, the barbies from the pro dom eddie fic role-play something a lil different)
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The night had been going so well- amazing, in fact.
Even Eleven had been having a good time, sitting with Steve, watching the boys and Erica playing D&D. Eddie was enthralling; the way he told the story, jumping up out of his seat when he got too into the characters, cackling like a witch when the kids fell for another one of his traps.
Even though Hopper called for them to wrap up early, cutting off what seems to be an important part of Eddies campaign, they don't complain… much.
Even when they hang out with the girls, most of the boys leaving. Erica and Max are sleeping over, Nancy staying the night to help keep an eye on the kids (an excuse so she can spend more time with Jonathon but Hopper holds her to her promise of babysitting so he can properly relax with Joyce).
Steve and Eddie stay a little longer, only because Mike does and it's the only way Hopper will actually let Eleven shut the door. It's awkward, sitting there with Eddie whilst two kids try to have a romantic moment, but Steve never minds. They deserve to have those little moments where they can be two dumb kids in love.
Even though it resulted in Eleven and Max ganging up on him, Erica grabbing him gently around the neck in a playful headlock. It had seemed like meaningless fun, too. The girls thought he'd look pretty with make up and he'd rolled his eyes, warning them that he was going to immediately take it off.
Which is how he ended up here, in the bathroom, trying not to sob.
They really went all out with the makeup, is the problem. They had said something about not using some things because it wouldn't match his skin tone, going a little heavy with the blush instead, but its nice; the pink isn't too harsh even though it is bright, making his cheekbones stand out a little more.
And the eyeshadow? The almost yellow green on the inner corner, rounding over the crease to bracket the almost-turquoise on the outer part of his lid? The way it blends together? The purple on his lower lid too, with the mascara and paper thin eyeliner?
Steve likes it.
Not just because he's impressed with the girls skills- he is- but… he likes it. He likes how his face face looks, likes how feminine it is, likes how pretty he looks. He wants so desperately to keep it on. But he wants to take it off. Wants to scrub his skin until he bleeds, making sure there's not a drop left on his skin. He wants to hate it.
There's a quiet knock on the door.
"Steve? Can I come in?" Eddie's voice is oddly gently.
Steve takes a moment, tries to collect himself, reluctantly opening the door. "Sorry, didn't mean to take so long, it-"
Eddie pushes Steve back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. "You're upset."
"What? I'm fine. It's fine."
Eddie just raises an eyebrow.
"It's..." Steve glances towards the mirror. "They did a really good job, huh?"
"They did. It looks pretty. You like it?"
"No. No, it's... it's just impressive, you know, and-"
"Steve, calm down," Eddie grabs his shoulders. "Deep breathes. You're ok. You're safe with me, ok? I wear eyeliner all the time. It's ok."
"It's ok?"
"It's ok." Eddie stares at him for a moment. He then shifts around him, pulling out some wet wipes. "These are specific for make-up, if you decide to take it off. It's up to you. So... you want me to hang around or distract the gremlins?"
"Could you distract the kids? I, uh..."
"Ok. Take your time."
Eddie offers him a little smile, a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
Steve feels a little calmer, a little less freaked out. He still finds it odd that Eddie, of all people, is the one who makes him feel calm and safe. But not even his reassurances make him feel safe enough to keep the make-up on.
He remembers what Eddie said about the eyeliner...
Commission for @cherrydreamer, thank you so much for your commission and your idea! 💕
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“Oh damn .”
Steve smiled bashfully, looking down at his feet, wrapped up in silk.
He had gotten a new set today, pretty lace panties matched the garter belt perfectly , stockings clipped in and held high on his thighs.
The bralette was see-through, but the lace on the trim matched everything else.
“Gimme a spin.” He turned around for Billy, throwing him a sultry look over his shoulder.
The panties were cut high on his ass cheeks, and he knew the straps of the garters framed his ass just right . He had checked in the mirror.
Billy was just about salivating as Steve turned back around, walking slow and sexy back to him.
“Jesus, Baby. I’ll never get tired of you dressin’ up all pretty for me.”
Billy grabbed him around the waist, tossing him onto the bed, pressing his body over Steve’s.
And Steve loved sharing this with Billy, loved that Billy got such satisfaction from his outfits , his makeup , but something didn’t sit right with Steve.
Maybe it was the dressin’ up all pretty for me .
It wasn’t for Billy.
It was for Steve.
He felt the most beautiful , the most confident , the most himself in stuff like this, delicate lingerie Billy was now taking off of him with his teeth , pretty dresses, and elegant makeup.
He had since he was little and he and Carol would sneak into his mother’s things to play dress up with her expensive clothes, her fine jewelry and her makeup.
“Stevie, you with me?” Billy was kneeling between Steve’s legs, his brows drawn close together. “You kinda zoned out on me for a second.”
“Yeah, uh, sorry.”
“What’s up, Buttercup? You not in the mood? ‘Cause we don’t have to-”
“No, it’s fine. I mean, got all dressed up. Wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”
Steve was expecting Billy to say something vulgar, maybe lick a stripe up Steve’s chest, but Billy’s eyebrows just scrunched closer, and he pulled away .
He moved to sit next to Steve instead of his position between his legs.
“What’s goin’ on?” Billy had put on his serious voice . “Why would it go to waste?”
“If we don’t fuck.” Steve was feeling too exposed, the lingerie usually felt like a fucking suit of armor , but it was all askew, tugged on and shifted, and Steve felt like he had nothing tethering him down , not Billy, not the lingerie.
“But, I mean, don’t you just like wearing it?” Billy was talking slowly, the way he always did when he had too much going through his brain, had to choose his words carefully .
Steve took a breath.
“Look, you’ve been really cool about all, uh, this ,” he gestured to himself, his body wrapped in lace and silk. “But I know you only roll with it for sex stuff-”
“Okay, wait just a damn minute .” Steve snapped his jaw shut as Billy held up a finger. “You think I just roll with it for sex stuff ?”
“I mean, yeah.” Billy sighed, shaking his head.
He stood up from the bed, went to pace in front of it.
Steve’s shoulders rose closer to his ears with every pass Billy did at the foot of his bed. He tugged the duvet up and over himself.
“I can’t believe you would think that I just rolled with it for sex stuff .” He was talking really fucking slowly, taking calculated breaths as he paced. “I don’t know who to be mad at.”
“Wait, I’m not following.”
Billy finally turned to look at him.
“If I should be mad at you for thinking so little of me, or mad at myself for leading you to think that.”
Steve’s jaw fucking dropped .
“Steve, I love when you wear the things you do. I love how beautiful- how confident you are in them.”
“But you, you said when I dress up for you -”
“That was just, like, dirty talk. I know it’s not for me.” Billy’s eyes were intense , he had stood pacing, holding onto the footboard of the bed so tightly his knuckles were white .
“Oh.” Steve looked down at his lap, fidgeting with his fingers.
He felt fucking stupid .
“Baby, look at me.” Billy moved to sit on the end of the bed.
Steve glanced up at him, looking back down.
“Baby.” Steve forced eye contact.
“I’m sorry I made you think I was only letting you dress like this for sex. I want you to be happy , Sugar. In any way that means.”
But Steve’s smile was way too tight, and it just didn’t sit right with Billy.
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“I got you somethin’.” Steve perked up at the idea of a gift, loved getting presents.
But like, not in a selfish way.
“What is it?” Steve scoot right up next to Billy, hooking his chin over his shoulder to look into Billy’s bag.
Billy tried to keep it closed, feeling around inside of it.
“It’s nothing really special , and I mean, it might be like, cheap -” he was actually nervous , babbling along about whatever it is.
“Billy, just gimme .” He jammed his hand into Billy’s bag, snatching the wad of fabric and tugging it out.
It was a dress.
A pretty simple dress, soft thin cotton with a pretty little floral pattern. It was spaghetti strap, and Steve fucking loved it .
“Oh my God .”
“I got it at the thrift store. Didn’t steal it or nothin’.”
“Wouldn’ta minded if you did.” Steve planted a kiss on his cheek, shooting off up the stairs to go try it on.
Billy was, well he was a little bit giddy to see Steve in the dress.
He had been aimlessly wandering the aisles, trying to think of things he’s already seen Steve wear before, but kept trying to stay focused , didn’t want to get anything too sexy .
Which was fucking hard to do , because he's pretty sure Steve could wear a goddamn potato sack and still look-
“Oh damn .”
Steve bit his bottom lip, modeling the dress for Billy.
It fit him well, Billy was pleased.
It was black, little pink and purple flowers dotting the fabric.
He gave a spin, the skirt flaring out just a bit.
“You look beautiful , Baby.”
“Thank you, Bill. This was really sweet of you.”
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“These would be cute on you.” Steve just barely reacted to Billy’s voice quick enough to catch the pair of overalls he had tossed.
They were cute, would be a little baggy on Steve, but that was kinda the look , Steve guessed.
“Don’t you think they’re kinda, like, schlubby ?” Billy raised one eyebrow, a sparkle of laughter in his bright eyes.
“You’ve worn schlubbier.” Steve snapped the overalls at Billy. “They’ll be cute! Just put ‘em on.”
Billy was right .
Steve had put a lace bralette underneath them, and even though they were baggy, they were cute.
And they were also the most non-sexualized thing Steve has ever seen .
Even with the peak of skin on the sides, they weren’t sexy , they were just fun and comfortable and fucking cute .
Billy’s eyes lit up when he saw Steve.
“I told you .” Steve just gave him a look . Billy tugged on the straps, pulling Steve closer to his body. “They’re cute. You’re cute.” Steve just laughed, dodging Billy’s attempt to plant a kiss to Steve’s forehead.
“Yeah? Well, you’re buying.”
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“You look nice.” Billy planted a kiss to the top of Steve’s head.
He had been careful with his compliments lately. Wording them very specifically.
Saying you look nice or that color is very pretty on you. Makes your eyes pop or even a I can tell you feel good .
It was sweet , his own little way to affirm Steve, trying his very best not to sexualize his compliments.
He’s been extra careful about validating Steve in the everyday.
But sometimes, Steve wanted to be a bit of a tease .
They were quiet moving down the stairs, the socks resting high up on their thighs.
Billy wasn’t paying any attention, immersed in one of his heavy books he devoured like candy.
Steve bit their bottom lip, causally knocking a coaster of the end table.
“Oh, oops .”
Billy looked up just in time to see Steve bent over, short lilac skirt riding up, delicate lace panties on display.
He swallowed thickly, eyes snapping back to his book as they move to stand.
Steve pouted for a moment, slowly smiling when they realized how pink Billy’s cheeks had gone, how his eyes had gone unfocused.
“You know, you’re allowed to look , sometimes. I know you’re being all sweet , but sometimes it’s okay to be, not sweet .”
Billy looked up, his tongue rolling deliberately across his bottom lip.
“Baby, you’re makin’ a man lose all sense of resolve.” Billy sounded wrecked .
Steve was delighted .
They were in a short skirt, one of Billy’s shirts tucked into the top, and of course , the long socks.
But Billy’s seen them in sluttier , in flimsier and more see-through, in sexier .
So maybe it wasn’t how much of their body was on display, Steve thought as Billy slammed his book closed, pinned them up against the wall with his body.
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Billy was like a little puppy when Steve returned home from a shift at Family Video that evening.
It was their first weekend in the new apartment, the teeny little shoebox overlooking the gas station, with only one bedroom and only one queen-sized bed.
“I did something.” Billy was hopping from foot to foot, positively giddy .
Steve took their time removing their shoes.
“How worried should I be?”
Last time it was I did something , Billy had flooded the bathroom in Steve’s parents’ house.
“Oh, ye of little faith. Just come on .”
Billy pulled their wrist, made Steve stumble along behind him.
He smiled brightly outside of their bedroom, pushing the door open with his hip as he slid both hands over Steve’s eyes, leading them inside.
Steve was dizzy, completely disoriented.
And then Billy pulled away his hands.
Their shared closet had been completely redone.
Billy had worked all day installing the organizing system.
There were drawers, organized with extreme care.
“So, I got all your just for show stuff in this set of drawers, and this set is all your more practical stuff,” Billy opened one of the just for show drawers, revealed a few lingerie sets stored delicately, laying flat and wrinkle-free. “All your clothes-clothes are hanging up, and shoes are on the rack.”
Steve was speechless , began pawing through the three-quarters of the walk-in closet that now belonged to Steve and their stuff .
“Bill, I-”
“I mean, I got a few new things, too. I was walking past that boutique Susan is always trying to get Max into, and I guess they’re going out of business, or something, because everything was like, seventy-five percent off , so I just like, took a bunch.”
“Yeah, the whole fucking store ?”
Billy just smiled bashfully at his feet.
“You like it?”
Steve wrapped their arms carefully around Billy’s neck.
“I love it .”
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Billy stopped dead in his tracks.
His heart was fluttering in his chest, and he kinda felt like he could throw up from such a perfect scene.
Steve was humming to themself, swaying along to the Proclaimers record playing in the kitchen, turning to their cat to sing along to Over and Done With .
Their dress brushed the tops of their ankles, the pretty floral material flowed as they danced.
Billy was so fucking in love.
He dumped his bag down, kicking off his boots to stalk towards Steve.
The dress was silky and delicate as he wrapped one arm around Steve’s waist, the other hand holding tightly to their hand.
Steve gave a bright laugh as they began clumsily dancing with one another.
“I love you so much .”
Steve’s smile was like the sun , made Billy feel warm to his core, made him feel whole and healed and safe .
Steve tossed their head with the music, let Billy lead them into a spin, a terrible dip.
Nb model Steve? Maybe Billy is a photographer who's known for his artsy and alternative photos and Steve is an up and coming model who has to deal with a lot of misgendering in the industry? But Billy is one of the first photographers who really respects their pronouns and what he's comfortable wearing
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Steve didn’t know what to expect when they got on location.
They loved being a model, felt so comfortable in front of a camera, had even gotten to do some runway work for New York Fashion Week this year.
But the issue, is that they only get work as a male model, where they’re expected to be hyper masculine and all macho.
It’s the fucking worst.
But their agent had gotten them this shoot, promised that it wouldn’t be like the last one, or the one before that, or the one before that.
They took a deep breath before entering the building.
“Hi, Steve Harrington, checking in.” The woman smiled at them, tapping on her phone.
“Great, let’s take you through to hair and makeup. Mr. Hargrove will want to speak with you before you begin.” She led Steve through to the warehouse.
Steve had never worked with Billy Hargrove before, but his name preceded him. He was known for beautiful shoots with models way beyond Steve’s recognition and caliber. Shooting campaigns for high end designers.
“So, I was never informed what campaign this is for.”
“This is for Mr. Hargrove’s personal portfolio. He chooses to freelance various projects he believes in.”
“Wait so, this is like, just for him?” She pulled Steve aside.
“He’s putting together an art book, but do not tell anyone you heard that. He’s going to announce it in a few months. Limited run, all that. You’ll be getting a share. He feels paying models is extremely important.” Steve just nodded, they’re eyes big.
“Sorry, how did I end up on this project?”
“Oh, Mr. Hargrove is a fan of your work. Asked for you by name.”
Steve was in hair and make up now, being ushered into a tall chair. The woman, probably Mr. Hargrove’s assistant, took off again.
Steve closed their eyes, figured they would be getting a light foundation, maybe some contour to sharpen their jaw, that kinda thing.
They zoned out, just let the makeup artists do their work.
“Steve Harrington. Good to meet you.” Steve opened their eyes, was met with The Billy Hargrove.
“Mr. Hargrove, it’s an honor to meet you. I’ve a very big fan of your work, especially on the most recent Dior campaign, those images were beautiful.”
“Oh, call me Billy. And I loved your work with Jonathan Byers. I think that was about three years ago, now? I’ve been trying to make arrangements to work with you since those were published.”
Steve furrowed their brows. Those pictures featured Steve in a lot of makeup, and lingerie in most of them. Billy was studying their face.
“Have you done their hair yet?” Steve’s eyes were wide.
That was the first time they hadn’t been misgendered on a job.
“No, Mr. Hargrove.”
“If you can make it look like they just have it now, I like the kinda of, wild thing that’s happening. And maybe make the gold a little bolder. I really like the look.”
Steve hadn’t washed their hair in a few days, usually the hair artists would wash it before they began anyway.
Billy smiled at them one last time before leaving again, and Steve got a look at themself in the mirror.
Their eye makeup was a pretty ballet pink, gold glitter packed onto their eyelids. Their face was contoured to look feminine, the way the did their own makeup.
When they finished with hair and makeup, they met Billy in wardrobe.
He was flicking through a rack of clothes.
“Hey! You look great.” Steve flushed.
“So, what are you comfortable in? I’m looking to explore humanity in all forms. I’m working with artists that inspire me through their realities. You’re pretty much the top of that list.”
“Wait, I’m not following.”
“Your gender identity and expression, the way you wear your body in the most authentic way possible. I’ve seen your work. Those images with Byers are so beautiful, so much moreso than anything else I’ve seen of yours. Your confidence exuded through the image more than anything I’ve ever seen. It was inspiring.”
“So, you’re gonna let me do this my way?”
“Of course. I’m showcasing you, whatever that means.” Steve nodded at him once.
They began rifling through the clothes, making a pile of things they liked, what they thought would look good with the makeup.
“And I’m pretty much comfortable with anything.” Billy raised one eyebrow.
“Nudity?”
“If you want.”
“Could that cause you any dysphoria, though?” Steve blinked at him.
“Jesus, that’s the first time I’ve ever been asked that on a shoot.” Billy’s smile slipped.
“Seriously?” Steve shrugged. “Not even with Byers?”
“Well, I mean, that doesn’t count. We’ve known each other since we were kids, and I was just getting into modelling, and him into photography, so that was kind of to build up both of our portfolios at the time. I did my own hair, makeup and costuming.” Billy raised one eyebrow.
“But apart from working with a close friend, you’ve never been asked about dysphoria.” Billy said it as a statement, like he was trying to wrap his head around the idea.
“And it’s funny, because I usually get dysphoric in menswear shoots, but most people hire me as a male model.”
“Jesus, I’m sorry, Steve.” They shrugged.
“It is what it is. Not a lot of gender noncomforming or just straight up not cis models in the mainstream. There’s a few, don’t get me wrong, but not many, and very few household names. I just figured I need to be versatile for now, and eventually, I’ll have enough of career I can start making demands. Taking up space.”
“Still, it sucks that you gotta pick and choose like that. You should be able to just, do what you want.”
“That’s easy to say, mister photographer.” Billy smiled bashfully. “Look, thank you for taking time to research me and know what I’m all about. This experience has already been a lot better than most of my other shoots.” Billy clapped them on the shoulder.
“Hey, you’re my muse. I’m just excited to be working with you. I’ll leave you to get changed, we’ve got some wardrobe assistants standing by if you need help.” He swept out of the curtained off area.
Steve decided to begin with a light blue slip dress, matching silk panties.
They had help getting into the gold chunky heels, and made a bit of a show of walking those few feet to set.
Billy was staring darkly.
“You look beautiful.” Steve grinned at him, taking a seat on the white settee.
Billy was very easy to work with.
He let Steve take some liberties, try a few things out, and would direct from there, telling Steve how to adjust their body.
Steve felt in control, felt beautiful and confident.
Steve had taken off the slip, was posing in just the blue panties, now sitting on a windowsill, the New York skyline behind them.
Steve stood up, and dropped the little panties, kicking them away. Billy nodded, still looking behind the camera.
“Beautiful, Steve.”
They stood in nothing but the heels, had been given a piece of fabric to drape around their body, or not if they so pleased. Steve held it aloft, looking at the camera with their best bitchy I’m above you look.
Billy had them do the same with six other outfits, slowly strip out of them throughout the shoot.
The set was closed, only a handful of people in the room with them as Steve languished around.
Billy nearly lost his damn mind at an image of Steve, their back to the camera, in nothing but red pumps, sitting in a middle split on the windowsill.
“You’re a fucking genius, Stevie. Gorgeous!”
It was hours before the shoot had finished, and Steve was given a plush robe and a latte.
“Steve.” Billy jerked his head towards the table in the corner, Billy’s cameras and laptop sitting on top of it.
Billy pulled another chair up to the table, let Steve sit on the first one.
“I just want to go over the shoot with you. You can pick the shots you like the most, and we can see which ones are right for my project. I’m publishing an art book. I’m sure Miranda already told you, she tells fucking everyone.” He had loaded the images from the day onto the laptop.
They clicked through them, sitting just the two of them, everyone already having left for home.
“Oh, wow.” Billy had stopped on an image of Steve with the large piece of gauzy fabric. It was draped over their shoulder, put hung to the floor, doing nothing to cover their body. “Look at your face. This is what I was taking about. The confidence, you just exude don’t fuck with me energy. It’s beautiful.”
Billy would often do that, point out minute details in Steve’s body language or facial expressions and explain the ways they were captivating.
And it made Steve feel captivating.
“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Steve was far too aware of how close Billy’s face was to theirs.
“I really felt it today. Thank you.”
“You are ethereal. I’m not kidding.” Billy’s eyes flicked down to their lips. “Can I kiss you?”
“Please.”
Steve sighed when Billy kissed them, just a light press of his lips to theirs.
“I’d like to see you again. Cook you dinner? Or take you out? You pick.” Steve sat back.
“Like a date?”
“Yes.”
“You wanna date me?”
“Yes.”
“Is that why you wanted to work with me?”
“I wanted to work with you because you are so beautiful it’s inspiring. I want to date you because on top of all that, you’re kind, and sweet, and driven.”
“Um, yeah, then. I’ll go on a date with you.” Billy beamed. “But I don’t put out on the first date, and just because you photographed me naked does not mean you get to fuck me anytime soon.”
“Oh, of course.” He looked serious. It made Steve melt a little.
“And I’d love it if you cooked for me.”
“Then my place. Friday. Seven o’clock. Wear something nice. I may not be able to resist photographing you.”
“Yeah, yeah, Sweet Talker. I’m allergic to bell peppers and I think mushrooms are gross, so steer clear.”
“Drat. There goes my idea for mushroom stuffed bell peppers.”
“Darn. Looks like we can’t go out, then.” Billy laughed.
“I’ll text you my address. And my house will be properly de-mushroom and bell peppered for you.” Steve smiled.
Is it bad that Woman by Harry Styles gives me BIG nb Steve vibes...? Because it has been KILLING me lately 😅 could you write a little harringrove something with it? I would love you forever lol
So, um, not sure what this is, but I listened to the song and thought it was pretty sexy, so, uh, stripper au.
Ao3
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Billy didn’t mind Steve’s line of work.
They were dancing long before they met Billy, and they loved the club, felt so powerful and beautiful when they were stripping.
Plus, it was good money.
They would come home with piles of tip money, and be so giddy they’d give Billy a free lap dance before bed.
And Billy loved coming to Steve’s club, would get a table right near the stage, empty a few thousand dollars out of their joint bank account just so he could have something to toss at Steve.
They would smirk at Billy, working the pole while giving him sultry looks, then drop to the floor of the stage, crawling over to Billy, and making a real show of shaking their ass in his face, letting him shove dollar bills that will just go right back into their joint account the next bank day.
Billy had posted up at his preferred table, ordered a few drinks from the scantily clad waiter.
He was staring at his phone, scrolling aimlessly through Instagram while he waited for Steve.
The lights dimmed, making Billy perk up.
“Alright, everyone! Give a warm welcome to Bambi!”
And there was Steve, in platform Pleaser heels and lingerie.
The song began, Steve had a rotation of several they liked.
Billy had seen them all. But he loved this one.
I'm selfish, I know. But I don't ever want to see you with him.
They started rolling their body to the slow beat, making dark eyes at Billy, his stack of crisp bills.
I'm selfish, I know. I told you, but I know you never listen.
Billy sipped his drink as Steve began walking forward, grinding against the pole, lifting themself up on it to do a few artful spins.
I hope you can see the shape that I'm in. While he's touching your skin.
They slid down the pole, landing in a split, tossing their head back.
He's right where I should, where I should be. But you're making me bleed.
Billy raised a few bills, made Steve grin.
They crawled over to him as the chorus began. They smiled coyly at him, coming up on their knees, pushing their hips forward, let Billy tuck a few dollar bills into the waistband of their panties.
They sank back down.
“Hi, Baby.”
“Havin’ a good night, Sugar?” Steve licked their lips slowly, seductively.
“Better now that you’re here.”
“Yeah? How ‘bout a private dance then?”
“Well, you can pay fifty bucks for one after this, or, you can wait till I get home and I’ll give you an extra special dance.” They had leaned back down on their knees, putting their ass up in the air, circling their hips, keeping the other patrons intrigued.
“Maybe I’ll wait, then. Get one ‘a those special dances.” Steve grinned, lounging out onto their back, opening their long legs in a middle split.
Billy tucked a dollar bill into the top of their boot, just to make them laugh.
They crawled away, dancing for a few of the other patrons, accepting dollar bills with a gracious smile.
They stood back up, rolling their body some more, feeling over their body.
Tempted, you know. Apologies are never gonna fix this.
Sometimes the people Billy worked with at the garage, asked him how he was okay with Steve being a stripper.
He’d always say that first of all, watching Steve dance was sexy as hell. Second of all, what Steve chose to do with their life, their career, was none of Billy’s business.
But he wasn’t always that way.
He used to get jealous, watching other guys look at Steve like that, like they want them. He would be filled with white hot rage when he thought about Steve giving private dances, grinding on strange guys’ laps.
And in the early days, he and Steve had fought about it, had yelled at one another and Billy had said it feels like you’re cheating on me! How do I know you’re not fucking these guys! and Steve had said I’m not quitting a job that I love for anyone! Learn to trust me, or get the fuck out of my life! and so Billy had pulled his head out of his ass.
I'm empty, I know. Promises are broken like the stitches.
He knew it was an act, the way Steve would flutter their eyes all sexy at the men in the club, knew it was real by the way they would laugh and cry and smile and be weird and flutter their eyes all sexy at Billy.
Billy got the full range of Steve, and these assholes at the club only got Steve bleeding their tip money.
I hope you can see the shape I've been in. While he's touching your skin.
Billy watched some patron trail a wad of cash down Steve’s body, shoving them into his panties.
He thought about what he was gonna buy Steve with the money pressed against their dick, the money that come Monday morning would be in the account they both had cards for.
Maybe he’d get them a nice ring.
Maybe he’d get them a promise with that ring.
This thing upon me, howls like a beast. You flower, you feast.
hey i’m sorry to bother you but could you write some fluffy non-binary Steve? I’m bigender and i’m not really out to anyone and one of my friends made a joke about bigender people and it really just crushed me a little bit, so if it’s not too much to ask could you please write something small and fluffy for me? Sorry to bother you!
You’re not bothering me! I love writing requests and stuff for y’all.
And you are super fucking valid, just btw.
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Steve poked Billy’s stomach.
Billy tried not to move his face, tried not to smile.
Steve poked him again.
“Bill, I know you’re awake.”
He didn’t move.
Steve huffed.
Billy felt their warmth disappear from his side.
And then all the wind was knocked out of him as Steve flopped right on top of him, just let their full body weight slam onto him.
Billy opened his eyes, glared at them. They smiled so sweet at him.
“Hi.”
“Hi, Baby. Thanks for such a sweet wake up.”
“You’re welcome.” Billy wrapped his arms around them, closing his eyes again. Steve slapped his chest. “No! Don’t fall asleep! You promised you’d take me to the beach today.”
They had arrived late last night to San Diego, just checked into their hotel and curled up together.
“The beach’ll be there for another hour or two.” Steve began flopping on top of him violently.
“Wanna go to the beach.”
“Oh my God. Fine! We’ll go!” Steve was off him in a flash, rushing off to the bathroom.
Billy took a deep breath, rolling his eyes as Steve started their happyhappyhappy playlist, super fucking loud.
Billy rolled dramatically out of bed, plastered himself to Steve’s back as they brushed their teeth. He took the toothbrush out of their hand to brush his own teeth with it.
“That’s foul, Bill.”
“Forgot mine.” Steve rolled their eyes.
They scampered about, packing a bag for the beach. They tossed Billy’s SPF 15 sunscreen in with their own SPF 50.
They got dressed fast, started trailing close behind Billy, just chanting beach beach beach beach.
Billy led them out of the hotel, Steve tucked under his arm.
Their hotel was a short walk from the beach, and they stopped on the way to get iced lattes. Steve took a lot of pictures of the two of them.
“Okay, Sweet Thing. Hop on my back, and close your eyes.” Steve raised an eyebrow at him. “C’mon. Trust me.” They sighed dramatically, but got on his back all the same.
Billy piggybacked them all the way to the edge of the water.
“Open your eyes.”
Billy heard them gasp.
“Oh wow.”
Steve had never seen the ocean before.
Billy had tossed their bag on the sand a ways back, so he kept walking into the water, stopping when the waves were batting at his chest.
“You ready?”
“For wha-” Steve shrieked as Billy dunked them both in the water, holding Steve’s legs tight to his waist. He came back up, Steve spluttering and coughing. He shifted them around until he was holding under their ass, face to face.
“Coulda warned me.”
“Nah. Wanted your first time in the ocean to be a surprise. Now you’ll never forget it.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I almost fucking died.” Billy kissed their cheek, loved tasting the ocean on their skin.
I'm glad youre feeling better hun!! and congrats on 700 followers holy shit!! you deserve so much love and recognition for what you do and im so glad you're getting it!! you are such an amazing creator and writer and one of my favorite fanfic writers on this site!! also if your up to it could you write a lil nb steve drabble?? literally anything works bcs im lowkey in love with nb/genderqueer steve and the way you write them with harringrove
Okay, this was like, 325 followers ago so I think it’s safe to say this one is OLD.
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Steve was sitting in front of their full length mirror, artfully putting on their make up.
Billy was sitting pressed up behind them, his chin hooked over their shoulder.
“So, what are you doing now?”
“I’m using a little bit darker of a shade to contour.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“I’m basically making the shape of my face look different.” They were swiping on the slightly darker makeup along their jawline, under their cheekbones.
“Oh.” Billy just watched as they blended the makeup. “What now?”
“I’m setting it with powder so that I don’t like, sweat it off our anything.” They picked up one of the makeup bags, rifling through it for brushes. “What colors should I do?”
“For your eyes?”
“Yeah.”
“I like it when you do purpley ones. Makes your eyes look real pretty.” They smiled at him in the mirror, shifting to kiss his cheek before moving back to their makeup.
They began blending different shades of deep purples. Billy watched as they layered colors around different parts of their eye. They put a little gold glitter in the inner most corner, made everything really come together.
They took out a thin little brush and a little pot of black.
“Eyeliner?”
“Yep!” Billy held his breath as Steve swiped it on, made it look so fucking easy.
“And then you put the eyelashes on?”
“Which ones should I do?” Steve had a collection of them, all immaculately kept in their own little cases.
“I like the big ones.” He pointed at a pair of good sized fluffy ones.
He watched Steve glue them on, shaping them on their eyes with one finger before brushing on mascara.
“Is that all?”
“No, I still gotta do my lips, and then highlight.” Billy kissed their shoulder once, watching as they lined their lips with a light peach, filling in the lines with a matching lipstick.
They shooed him back for a second to spray something on their face.
“What’s that do?”
“It’s setting spray. Just makes sure nothing moves or melts.”
They took a shimmery white powder, dusting it along their cheekbones, their nose and upper lip. Billy coughed and spluttered when he inhaled some of the excess in the air, making Steve laugh for a moment.
“Okay. All done.” They finished blending the highlight powder below their eyebrow, looking at their face from different angles.
“Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.” They bat their long eyelashes at him, smiling demurely in the mirror. “Is it bad I just wanna fucking ruin it?”
“Uh, yeah. Kinda.”
“Sorry. Just horny.”
“When are you not?”
“Not my fault I’ve got the most gorgeous fucking s.o. on God’s green Earth.” Steve shoved him a little.
