#harringrove omegaverse

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Stranger Things March Mating Madness Prompt List!

above the cut, there are two versions of the master prompt list: one desktop calendar and one phone calendar

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[harringroveera]

Steve doesn’t know whether to be offended or flattered

[shieldofiron]

Omega single dad Steve who’s been doing pretty well in the first year of his pup’s life. Everyone said he couldn’t do it, even his own parents, but here she is, healthy and thriving. He’s hardly gone anywhere but home, the doctors, the grocery store, and work for months. But he’s done it, done everything he needs to.

So he feels especially exposed in the Mechanic’s office when they tell him the Beemer needs a special part from overseas and he’ll have to leave it. Alice is fussing at the strange smells and the car seat is too heavy in his arms and Roy is saying something about German parts?

And hasn’t he been through enough? Isn’t it enough that the alpha left for college without a word? Isn’t it enough that he gets sneered at and ignored in the street?

All of that and Billy Fucking Hargrove has to walk in, looking as good as ever, wiping his hands on a dirty rag that Steve briefly imagines dragging over his naked body.

But Billy’s an asshole. Just because he looks good doesn’t mean he isn’t an asshole. Just because he offers to take the car seat for a minute so Steve can talk to his boss, settling Alice in the break room for a moment, doesn’t mean he isn’t an asshole.

Steve doesn’t need any help. He proved it, proves it every day.

He just really wishes he had his car for it.

They don’t have a loaner, but Roy offers to call when theirs comes back.

“I can give you a ride,” Billy says softly when Steve comes in to relieve him from Alice.

“I can do it by myself.”

“It’s icy on these roads, Harrington.”

“I can do it by myself.”

Billy just looks at Alice, who’s holding his finger tightly and jingling keys in the other. Keys that looks suspiciously like Billy’s.

Steve notices, even though he doesn’t want to, that Billy must have cleaned his hands thoroughly. There’s not even grease under his nails as he tugs against Alice’s grip.

“You got a car with a backseat?” Steve asks quietly.

Billy flashes him a sly grin, but wisely, perhaps scenting Steve is on the edge of a full blown meltdown, says nothing.

“Course I do,” Billy replies.

@intothedysphoria because I had to.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

omegaverse nsfw for @shieldofiron 🤍

Steve always tries to pretend he’s not into the shit Billy does to him — he pulls faces, gives the weakest complaints, glares.

Like that time Billy bent him over his desk in his bedroom and ate him out until he was a sloppy little mess, arching his back and baring his neck and bitching the entire time until Billy pulled him onto his lap and onto his knot.

Or whenever Billy’s shoving his face into his omega’s neck to nose at his scent glands, nuzzling and licking and biting at them so Steve stinks of him and Steve tries to act bothered and annoyed — but Billy’s rubbing at the crotch of his boyfriend’s jeans to feel the tell-tale bulge there.

Steve never really means it. He’s just a bitch. And a brat.

Like now, when it’s late at the quarry and he’s shoving the pretty boy into the back seat of the Beamer, Steve settling against the leather and glaring up at him.

Billy doesn’t say anything, just smirks as he shuts the door behind him as he settles on top of Steve, pressing his heavy body down onto him, his nose going for those scent glands again and inhaling the bittersweet florals there.

“You don’t have to fucking push me,” Steve huffs just above the music playing from the tape in the deck, his hand weakly shoving at Billy’s shoulders, like he’s making a show of it.

Billy licks across that gland, tastes sweet honeysuckles on his tongue, and Steve goes still — goes sweet for him and only him, tilting his head with a soft sigh, parting his thighs obediently.

“I know I didn’t have to,” Billy hums as he settles between Steve’s thighs, “But, you like it.”

“No I don’t,” Steve pouts, his cheeks burning hot.

Billy moves his mouth up, noses at Steve’s temple as his lips press to his omega’s ear, playfully growling, “Then why do you smell like a bitch in heat, hm?”

He can smell Steve’s slick already, hears the pleasured little whine his pretty boy makes as he ruts his hips up against Billy, the hard press of his cock trapped in his jeans making Billy’s mouth water.

“S’your fault,” Steve gasps as Billy hurriedly pushes his boyfriend’s shirt up and presses kisses to his chest, sucking little bruises there just to feel the hard grip Steve gets on his hair.

A fistful of blond curls in Steve’s hand is a powerful thing. Billy feels the pull, directing him lower, and it’s like his scalp is directly linked to his cock with how he’s twitching in his tight jeans as Steve pulls on his hair again.

“What, you want my mouth?” Billy breathes as he tugs Steve’s jeans open and down, letting the other kick them off towards the front seat.

“Yeah,” Steve nods, watching Billy pull his briefs down, his cock slapping almost wetly against his lower stomach once it’s free.

“Where, baby?” Billy asks with a soft moan as he wraps his hand around Steve’s fat cock, so fucking big for an omega it drives him crazy, “Right here?” He asks as he smears the pearl of precum with his thumb, swirls it in little circles just to watch Steve’s jaw drop.

“Fuck,” he moans, looks so pretty like this, so needy. Billy loves it; Steve will beg with those big brown eyes of his whenever he really wants something but doesn’t want to say it.

Like now. Billy knows what Steve wants. He knows he’s gonna be burying his face between Steve’s cheeks and lapping at his hole, fucking him with his tongue until he’s crying, but he waits.

“Yes or no,” Billy chides him gently, stroking up and down so slowly, driving his baby wild as he stares up at Steve and asks, “You gonna be good for me?”

It works like a charm. Steve’s eyes glaze over a bit, that honeysuckle scent filling the car, and it’s so thick Billy could almost choke on it. Almost.

He breathes it in deep, feels a pleased little rumble in his chest on the exhale, a sweet little sound for his omega — who chirps in response, his cheeks flushed with pleasure.

Steve nods and whispers, “Yeah.”

“Then grab the back of your knees and show me that pretty little hole, baby,” Billy hums, watching as Steve scrambles to do just that, grabbing and spreading his legs as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth.

And despite the bitching and moaning that Steve always does, or how stubborn he can be, he’s still a good omega. The best, really. Always presenting himself for his alpha, just like this.

And in other sweet, non-sexual ways, too. But Billy doesn’t want to think about that.

No, instead he gives Steve another little rumble from his chest and grabs the back of his thighs, squeezing them as he lowers his mouth to lick the flat of his tongue from Steve’s hole and up to the tip of his dick.

The moan his boyfriend makes is fucking filthy, taps at something a little primal in Billy’s brain, makes him want to knot his pretty boy and bite his neck, claim him for all to see and understand just who he belongs to.

So, he does.

But not before he’s licking into Steve with purpose, stuffing his tongue as deep as he can into his omega, listening to the cute little whimpers and whines and ‘fuck’s and ‘Billy’s that leave his mouth as he eats out his sweetheart.

Steve’s hand is in his hair again, trembling from pleasure as he rocks his hips down, gripping and pulling as he gasps and moans, “I’m gonna—Billy, I’m—”

He licks his omega through his orgasm, as he always does — as any respectful alpha should. He can feel Steve tense, his chirping so soft as he goes a little limp, totally spent.

Billy fucking slurps the slick on his tongue, because he knows it makes Steve’s nose scrunch like the princess he is, and surfaces to look his fill.

Steve’s catching his breath, his hands still gripping his thighs, his stomach covered in cum with his cock untouched.

That feeling washes over Billy again. It starts low, at the bottom of his spine, and it crawls up and up and up until all he can think is mine, all mine.

Steve must see the look in his eye or smell it on him, because he tilts his head, baring his neck.

Billy’s immediately there, smearing the slick on his mouth across Steve’s scent glands, breathing in deep and growling in delight.

Honeysuckles and something sharp, citrus. Orange juice.

“Need you,” Billy groans, moving his mouth up to nip at Steve’s jaw, kissing across it and up to his chin, “Been so good, Stevie, hm?”

“Kiss me,” Steve whispers, so desperate for it, ducking his chin and finding Billy’s mouth, licking the slick from his tongue with a trembling whimper.

Steve always gets like this after he’s cum. So clingy. Needs Billy to kiss him or he’ll fucking die.

Which is kinda sweet.

Billy sucks on his omega’s tongue before pulling away, shushing the whined protests he immediately receives as he opens his jeans and pushes them down, grabbing the base of his cock and sliding the tip through the mess of slick and spit at Steve’s hole before finding his lips again.

He pushes his tongue into Steve’s mouth just as he slides home inside of him, groaning at the familiar wet heat of both.

Steve’s stuffing his hands under Billy’s shirt, fingernails digging into skin as his alpha bottoms out, stuffing him full until his knot teases at his rim.

“Want it,” Steve pants into his mouth, his brows furrowed as he begs, “Please.”

“It’s all yours, baby,” Billy groans as he pulls his hips back, his eyes rolling a little at the way Steve’s body clutches at him, doesn’t want him to move, just wants his fat knot and nothing else.

He begins to move again, lets Steve seal their mouths together again as he fucks him, one hand pushing a thigh back while the other steadies himself, feeling the car rock and shake as the music gently plays over the filthy sound of their bodies meeting.

The air is thick and hot and Billy never wants to stop. He wants this forever.

He feels Steve tense under him again, notices how sloppy his kisses become, his nails scratching lines down Billy’s back as his moans get higher.

No fucking way.

“You gonna cum again?” Billy grins, presses his mouth to Steve’s ear again when his boyfriend turns his head, “Feels that good, huh, princess?”

“Shut up,” Steve whines, his voice soft and small and so telling.

“You don’t gotta pretend,” he can’t help it, he loves teasing Steve, “We both know you love it — you’ve cum on my knot enough times to prove it.”

Steve fixes him with the weakest and cutest little glare, but it wavers as Billy ruts his hips deep, presses his knot against Steve’s rim again, like a promise.

“You want it?” Billy growls low, pressing his face against Steve’s neck, licking over his scent again.

“Please,” Steve sobs, so close now, teetering on the edge, “Billy, please.”

He feels his balls draw up at the sobbed little begging and ruts his hips again, pushing his knot inside and locking them into place just as he bites down on Steve’s neck hard.

Steve cums with a cry, spilling between them again as Billy tastes copper. Not a lot, nothing like the first time he’d claimed Steve, but the taste of it woven with the scent of his omega finally soothes that need inside him.

Mine, all mine.

He relaxes with a soft huff, licks over the bite affectionately, nuzzling at it with the tip of his nose as Steve chirps happily.

Lifting his head, Billy spots the happy and soft little smile on Steve’s face, and watches him chirp again, their gazes held.

Billy rumbles, nearly purrs, and Steve’s smile grows.

“Yeah, yeah,” Billy smirks, “So happy on your knot.”

Steve shrugs with a matching little smirk, like the cat who got the cream, and Billy loves him.

[steviespanties]

Thoughts on Alpha Billy baby trapping Omega Steve🤔

Oh Anon😈❤️ CW for dubcon and controlling behavior

They've been fucking on and off, but Billy wants to leave Hawkins and he knows he can't get Steve to run away with him... Yet. He's also getting antsy, though, and especially jealous of every single alpha who dares to so much as brush hands with Steve.

And then he decides to ramp up the flirting. Hangs out with Steve all the time to get his scent all over him, joins him during work breaks for lunch, takes him out to the movie theater so they can make out in the back. Calls him at night when they're not together to check who he's with ask what he's doing. It's not too scandalous for Hawkins, alphas being a bit more pushy with omegas isn't new. But people notice. They talk.

And Steve is both enjoying the attention from Billy and starting to dread it from the gossip mill.

The more Billy's scent permeates his clothes and skin even when they're not together, the more he craves his touch. His voice. They're not even bonded yet and he somehow has started to fantasize about it. It's too early though, he tells himself. It's what he's told Billy in the past. They're both barely out of high school, he's not even sure Billy would want to be with him forever, so how could he say yes to mating?

A couple weeks later his heat comes down upon him hard and fast. Half of his belongings have been mixed up with Billy's by this point, making him confused about whether he took his suppressants correctly. It's hard to think about when all he wants is for Billy's hands to soothe the burn of his skin, his fingers in his mouth pressing on his tongue, his lips on Steve's nipples till they sting and ache with pleasure. His knot shoved so deep inside Steve can't move away, leaking slick down his thighs and onto Billy's crotch.

His heats are short. This one's even shorter. Like his body has just decided it's no longer necessary, he wakes up drowsy but refreshed, surrounded by Billy's arms around his waist and the distinct sense that something is different.

It doesn't click until weeks later. Not until the morning sickness starts. The aching chest. The positive test on the bathroom sink.

It somehow still comes as a shock and Steve can't tell if the tears he cries are happy or scared ones. He presented late, so he's just been getting used to his body doing omega things, his instincts going haywire just to be soothed by Billy's presence. He didn't even fully consider the possibility of having a kid and now here it is, laid out on stark white porcelain.

He distantly wonders if his parents will push for a shotgun wedding or if they'll skip straight to disowning him. He slowly lets the reality of the situation wash over him, because he knows he wants this kid. Even if no one else around him does.

(It's easy, to let a few pills disappear. It's even easier to find the bathroom Steve hides in, stinking of anxiety and fear and wrap him up in a tight embrace. It's the easiest thing in the world to tell him "no matter what, I'm not leaving you." Billy means it. Wholeheartedly.)

[apomaro-mellow]

Two in the Bush 2

Part 1

Steve called them both separately and arranged a meet up at Benny’s. As the hour drew closer, he felt himself getting more nervous. He had only wanted a baby. He didn’t really care about the alpha who would give him said baby. They were an afterthought. And really, neither Billy nor Eddie seemed like strong father figures, he had to admit. Both were rough around the edges in different ways.

Billy was more aggressive, which made for great sex but nothing about him seemed paternal. The few times they talked about their lives, it was clear to Steve that his own father had been lacking. And the same could be said about Eddie, who was as impulsive as he was flighty. He was definitely the more romantic of the two but that wasn’t saying much.

His relationship with both was mostly physical. He’d never even brought up pups because who would mention that desire to a fuck buddy that they’d known for less than a year?

Best case scenario, neither of them wanted anything to do with it and Steve would be able to freely raise his pup with Robin’s help. He didn’t feel the need for a DNA test, the two alphas looked so different, Steve was sure he’d be able to eventually tell who the father was.

But telling two bullheaded men that one of them had fathered your child could be…Steve was going to use the word interesting. He didn’t think either of them wanted to raise a kid. But their alpha instincts might see the other as a competitor. Nevermind the fact that this was never exclusive. 

Steve got to Benny’s early, ready to mediate. Robin offered to be there as well, but Steve wanted it to start just between the three of them. Steve got a booth and just about ten minutes later, both Eddie and Billy arrived at the same time. Steve hid his smile behind the glass of juice he drank. It was almost like they had coordinated outfits. Billy wore leather pants and a denim jacket, while Eddie had a leather jacket and jeans.

They both stared at each other, then walked to the booth where Steve sat.

“Is this some kind of set up?”, Billy accused.

“Just sit, the both of you”, Steve said, pointing to the space across from him.

They took a moment to glare at each other before doing just that. Steve took a breath as a waitress came by to take their orders now that the whole party was here. He’d joked with Robin about getting them to pay for his meal, but now he felt too anxious. His stomach was twisted into knots. 

“I called you both here today because-”

“Wait, wait, wait, the first thing you should be doing is introducing us”, Eddie said. “I don’t even know who this guy is, or why we’re sitting on the same side.”

Billy looked Eddie up and down. “If this is your way of asking for a threesome, sorry to say, I don’t fuck alphas.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Billy this is Eddie, Eddie, this is Billy.”

“Okay”, Eddie frowned at Billy. “I second the ‘no threesome thing’.”

“Do you really think that’s why I invited you to a diner?”, Steve looked at them, incredulous.

“So if this isn’t a booty call then what is it, Harrington?”, Billy asked.

Well, here goes nothing. “I’m pregnant.”

…

“And one of you might be the father.”

….

“Um-”

“So you’re trying to baby trap us, is that it? What happened to keeping it casual?”, Billy’s scent was already starting to stink up the booth.

“Baby trapping implies I wanted to trap either of you”, Steve frowned. “I don’t see good fathers sitting across from me right now.”

“Ouch. Harsh”, Eddie said.

“Yeah, well, it’s the truth.” Steve crossed his arms. “I’m only telling you because I think you have a right to know. But I don’t need help raising this baby.”

“So you’re keeping it?”, Billy asked.

“Yes, I’m keeping.”

“Hey, just asking, it’s the twenty-first century. You’re not required to go through with it anymore”, Billy said with his hands up.

“Well I want to. I’ve always wanted to”, Steve admitted. “I’m keeping my pup and raising them and I don’t need anything from either of you. Not money or involvement or anything.”

“Shucks, it sounds like you don’t think we’re even capable”, Eddie said. “I think I’m starting to feel offended, what about you, Blondie?”

“Billy. And it doesn’t just sound like he thinks we’re incapable. Sounds like he thinks we’d be shit dads.”

“Hey, I make judgments based on what I see.”

“And you’ve only seen our dicks”, Eddie challenged. “We could be smash hits when it comes to being dads and you’d have no idea.”

“I can handle a bachelorette party of twenty, I could probably handle a kid”, Billy said, nonchalant now.

“A pup’s a hell of a lot different from mixing some drinks. OR fixing up a car”, Steve said before Eddie could retort.

“I wasn’t going to say that”, Eddie argued. “I was going to say that being a mechanic shows how patient and nurturing I can be.”

“Patient and nurturing? You?”, Steve raised a brow.

“Yeah!”

“I’ve literally seen you curse out that one kid at your job.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Dustin’s in college, he’s hardly a kid.”

“Either way, neither of you are ready for this”, Steve said.

“And you don’t think we could be ready in nine months?”, Billy asked.

Eddie grinned. “Sounds like a challenge.”

“Do you guys even want to raise this pup with me? What if it’s not even yours?”, Steve asked.

Eddie smirked at Steve, then Billy. “I mean, it’s a 50-50 chance, right?”

“Right”, Billy said.

And then they fist bumped each other and Steve just now realized he had lost control of the conversation. He didn’t know if he was mad or happy at the conclusion they’d come to. More than anything, he was just confused. When he got home, Robin was there, ready to dish.

“So how’d the baby daddy react?”

“Daddies?”

“Huh?”

“Daddies, Robin. I have two baby daddies.”

Part 3

[fanficsimp7]

Harringrove Fanfics (Part 1)

All of these fics are omegaverse (with omega Steve and alpha Billy). Some of them are very angsty/dark.

Was - by Sissytobitch10seconds

Steve has become very familiar with the past tense.

Starting Over - by ruila

After Tina's party Steve would like to do nothing more than ignore his ex-friends and shitty classmates and forget about the state of his life, a new alpha doesn't let that happen.

Who Said Omegas Were Weak? - by Mid_Nightmare

“It’s fucking sick what he does to you. There’s nothing wrong with you. There’s nothing wrong with us.”

“I know, pretty boy.”

Billy didn’t fight it as Steve cleaned up his skin. He also didn’t provide an explanation when he picked a piece of glass out of the alpha’s cheek. “What the fuck?” Steve whispered, dropping the small shard before returning to the cut to look for more. “What did he hit you with this time?”

A bottle, Billy wanted to say, but his mind and body were too tired. Steve’s scent was lulling his fried nerves, helping him to relax. The adrenaline was leaving him, and he felt himself becoming heavier by the minute…

The Code of Tomorrow - by KKiri_Write

Steve hated it. Hated how Nancy used him, cheated on him with Jonathan Byers, how she spread the news about him being an only male Omega in their school and making him look like a fool to everyone. He was just tired of it but when the kids came to him for help with the Demogorgon and protecting them, it changes him. Now all he wants to do is protect his five pups from the Upside Down world but when his pups want to become friends with another making him meet an alpha that is a bit of an asshole but was trying to change.

Or

Where Billy isn't much an asshole towards Steve, the kids, and his sister but is towards everyone else and that he protects the kids, and Steve from the Demodogs when they attack the Byers house instead of fighting Steve.

Thicker Than Blood - by Doodsxd

“Trick you into what?” He was losing his patience. “Where is Max? Is she hurt?”

“Dustin, look at him. His canines aren’t out, his pupils aren’t dilated, he’s not posturing.” He tried to argue with the other boy. “You can’t…” Harrington held Dustin’s bat for a second, stopping him from charging. “You can’t smell her?”

Billy narrowed his eyes, trying to understand it. “I only smell distress.” He said. “I was home and suddenly I had this urge to come here. I know she’s in here, Harrington, is she hurt?”

Hawkins' Creatures - by KKiri_Write

Hawkins was just a normal town but secretly in this town, lived some werewolves, which were believed to be extinct creatures. Billy may be one including his pathetic family but he would do anything to protect his stepsister from hunters after moving here in Hawkins. Truly Billy thought he wasn't gonna find someone like him or most importantly his soulmate in this town but when he goes to school he catches a scent. A scented of a werewolf and most importantly a male omega, which is rare in their history. Billy is determined to find this omega in this town before he loses that scent forever.

Or:

Werewolf Au with the Upside Down World's monsters are known in Hawkins and are living deep in the forest.

[passivenovember]

Billy knows he's pregnant because he has a double whopper with no cheese on the way home from Loch Nora.

Billy hates the Burger King. It tastes like cardboard and the cheese burns noxious holes in his stomach, probably, but things change when you're gonna be a mom.

A dad. Whatever.

Steve Harrington shoots his wad and, like magic, like Steve Harrington's spunk has turned everything inside him into stardust, Billy can't get enough of the shit. He'd buy cologne made of BK's burger fat, if he could, and spend all day sucking on his wrist like a dog.

So. Billy's pregnant. It's obvious. Among other things.

And no one ever said Steve Harrington was smart, not in any way that matters, and Billy can't learn his lesson. They fuck on Thursday night because apparently this is a middle-of-the-week kind of arrangement, now, and Harrington comes apart inside of Billy because you're on the pill, Malibu, it's okay.

Billy likes it. Lets him. Thinks, there's probably no harm in it now that he's no longer the Virgin Mary. It feels immaculate, anyhow, that this could happen.

Steve fucks into him sloppy, losing his rhythm until he spills, and tears swamp Billy's vision so he misses the whole fuckin' thing. The main show.

He wants to keep the baby. No one ever said Billy was smart, either.

But there are things in this life he'll keep to himself. He's allowed that. He shares so much with Max and Steve, and by association all the other fucking people that love Steve, and it gets old.

He can have this.

Billy thinks that this could be just for him.

"Fuck, Billy," Steve pulls out, but not before peppering Billy's face with soft butterfly kisses. His breath smells like them. Like blueberry seeds, underneath it all, "Goddamn, your pussy's magic."

Billy's hole runs sloppy. Too fucked out to hold anything in.

Billy almost laughs out loud, because. It's magic. It's a joke, right, his pussy swallowed and now there's--

"Love that thing you do with your hips. Love the sounds you make when my shaft rubs--"

"You're a fucking pervert."

"I was normal, before you let me hit," Steve trails damp, sticky fingers through Billy's chest hair. "You hungry?"

I'm pregnant. "No."

"Sure?" Steve rolls closer on the mattress, nosing Billy's damp, pillow-squashed curls out of the way, "You smell like you could eat a fucking village."

"I'm fine."

"Orphans and all, baby."

"So fucking weird."

Steve hums. Pulls on Billy's earring with his teeth and then licks a wet, fat stripe over his bonding patch. Teasing. "If you're hungry I could get us food."

"I'm fine."

"Really, I just need to put some shorts on and I'm outta here, fuckin'. Pedal to the metal--"

"Jesus Christ, I said I'm not hungry so fucking drop it, asshole," Billy shoves away, sitting on the edge of the mattress. He feels around on the carpet for his jeans, his t-shirt, his converse.

Steve runs out of him, gluing him to 500 count Egyptian Cotton. Pisses him off.

"Billy," Steve says.

Billy tugs his socks on. He was freezing, apparently. Never realized it. His teeth chatter so he stoops, reaching for the closest hoodie shaped thing in their heap of discarded clothes, and then.

"You don't have to go, baby," Steve pokes him between the shoulder blades, gentle as a falling leaf. "Please stay."

"You're pissing me off."

"What else is new."

"I'm gonna--"

Steve wraps around Billy like a blanket, cock soft and sticky against Billy's tailbone. His legs are lean and strong, all muscle and good intentions, just like the rest of him.

Billy hates it.

He melts back against Steve's chest, anyway, vision swamped again.

"You gonna tell me what's wrong, or do I gotta beg?"

"Little manners might be nice."

"Billy Hargrove. Please tell me what's got you smelling like a sugar factory caught fire." Steve pets through his hair. Knows how it turns Billy to putty. Has to. "Omega troubles?"

Billy bites down on the inside of his cheek. Tastes blood. "You wouldn't get it."

"I could try," Steve tells him. His lips are soft against he back of Billy's neck, at his ear lobe, on the tense knob of his shoulder. "Please. Tell me so I can fix it."

"You can't," Billy says, traitor voice cracking open, raw, "You can't fix it. It's mine."

My life. My baby.

"Okay," Steve says easily. Kind and good and sweeter than anything Billy could ever deserve, "Stay the night, so I can cook for you before you fall asleep, and again in the morning."

Billy swallows, throat clicking like a dead lighter. Can't breathe, can't--

"It's alright," Steve kisses his neck, "Everything will feel better in the morning."

"We never should've started this bullshit," Billy sits up, heart lurching at the soft, pained noise Steve lets out into the air between them. He can't handle this shit. He can't do this, he can't--

"Billy--

"I'm pregnant," Billy says to Steve's Duran-Duran poster. Can't believe how young he feels, in this moment. Can't begin to wrap his head around the fact that he's twenty years old, and he's in Hawkins, Indiana, and he's going to have a fucking baby with someone who's got such a shitty taste in music, and--

He wants it.

More than he's ever wanted anything. Billy opens his mouth to say it, to scream it at the popcorn stucco, watching like a trillion angel eyes overhead.

But Steve breathes, like an old car trying to start. "You're sure?" He asks.

Billy's shaking even though Steve is a warm, solid weight against his back, burning them up. "Yes."

"How?" Steve asks, full of wonder, and Billy has to get away.

The carpet is heaven under his feet. "I've been. Eating a lot of Burger King."

"Burger King."

"Yeah. Cravings for shit I never liked before. Double whoppers with no cheese," Billy wrings his hands, "And. I didn't have a heat this month, so Joyce took me to the clinic. They said I'm only a few weeks along, but everything is good with her."

Steve makes a wet, heavy sound.

"I dunno. It kinda. Feels like one," Billy rubs a palm over his belly, quick as lightning, "I think it's a girl."

"Billy, please look at me."

Billy does, horrified but swallowing it, one bitter mouthful at a time. He plants his feet and everything bubbles up inside him. This is his life, his body, his baby, and he's going to to this for himself. Steve doesn't have to worry or fork out any cash or put his life on hold just because he knocked up some desperate omega--

Steve's crying. "We're having a baby."

Billy didn't expect this. He falters, mouth working in shocked silence.

But then Steve moves.

He pulls Billy to him, chest heaving as he laughs, high and bright. "Holy, shit we're gonna be parents," Steve twirls them, hooping and hollering like they just won the NBA championship. "Goddamn, your pussy really is magic!"

Billy giggles, in spite of himself. All the other shit melts away, for now, shadows receding under the blinding light of Steve Harrington.

"I can't fucking believe this," Steve says, pulling back to hunt over Billy's face, full of wonder. "Do you think she's gonna have your eyes?"

"I. I don't--"

"I feel like in high school science class we learned something about the brown eyes gene kicking the blue eyes gene's ass? But I would fucking die if our baby comes out looking like you."

"You're not," Billy swallows, choking on tears. "You're not mad at me? Or disappointed?"

"Disappointed?" Steve repeats, his face falling. "Billy, are you serious? No. No, I've fucking. Ever since I met you I've been sitting in this room every night twirling my hair around one finger and kicking my feet because, I--"

Steve's thumb rubs soft, soothing circles against Billy's cheek.

"Billy, I love you," He says gently, "I love everything about you. You're smart and you're hilarious and you're so beautiful--"

"--Steve--"

"--You make my heart feel like it's gonna beat out of my chest. I can't believe you let a loser like me climb on top of you, much less--"

Billy kisses him, eating up Steve's next words.

They don't matter, when Steve leads them back to the mattress. He eats every soft, gooey whimper out of Billy's lungs, swallowing them down and tasting the damp running between Billy's legs.

Makes love to him, while they talk about the future.

Steve only makes one joke about his dick hurting the baby's head, and Billy thinks they should sign up for a class or two.

[allthingssteddie]

Steve and Eddie are both struggling financially and with Steve being at home to take care of their baby and Eddie who’s having a hard time with his job at the guitar center with a asshole of a boss who he ends up punching leading him to be fired. Both not knowing what to do a opportunity presents it self when Eddie’s new friend he met at his new job giving people guitar lessons seems to show signs of the of being the west side ripper. With Steve being such a true crime enthusiast he tells Eddie what he believes but Eddie’s at first disagrees but confronts billy on a secluded beach and accuses him of being the Westside Ripper which billy confesses he is. But instead of going to the police they blackmail him to a podcast with them.

It’s Based on a true story au I love this show and thought it would be good idea for a fic. Also i could imagine Eddie had big plans on being a rockstar out of high school and he almost got signed and everything and he moved Steve with him to LA but his band member ended up stealing all his songs and things just didn’t work out from there.

[fizzigigsimmer]

To B, With Love: 32

Moodboard by @prettyboylikeyousteve

Genre: A/B/O Mail Order Bride Au!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Harringrove

Summary: Steve, a society omega, puts out an add in the paper looking for an alpha among the lonely hearts expanding the west. He’s answered by Billy, a lonely cowboy living in a growing settlement in California rich in just about everything but available omegas. He seems like the perfect choice, but there’s one problem. It’s not Billy who has been writing Steve but his little sister Max, who is determined to find a good match for him. The real Billy is the single most rude and uncouth creature to ever walk the planet and there’s nothing, absolutely nothing, on God’s green earth that could ever convince Steve to marry him.

The blissful ignorance of Steve & Billy's bonding retreat comes to a close while back home the kids decide it's time to take on a new adventure.

[epiclazershark]

Also a link to we could be royalty for anyone who wants to read

[stmarchmm]

prompts to come soon, but in the meantime, here are some event rules and guidelines!

[intothedysphoria]

Transalpha billy?? Coming back to town and surprising his hometown sweetie Steve??? If you please???

Steve was already moping by the first day.

Billy knew that because Steve had sent him at least 6 different voicemails, whining about being lonely about an hour after he’d gotten off the plane. There was no arguing that Billy didn’t feel lonely too, it had been a long while since he’d spent time without his mate but he was so frazzled after the flight, he didn’t have the energy to respond.

The response Billy got was moping even more.

Heather stared over his shoulder as Billy scrolled through the endless sea of their Instagram messages, eyebrows arched severely in judgement. Her and Robin weren’t that ridiculously codependent, that’s what she’d say, popping gum between her teeth. Well, Heather and Robin weren’t mated. They clearly didn’t get it.

It was just that there were no bottom surgeons in Hawkins (not that Billy ever thought they would be) and Billy already had a strong relationship with a secondary gender reassignment clinic in San Francisco. Steve was notoriously bad at dealing with surgery and had a phobia of flying. It would only be two weeks. Both of them could handle it.

The dreams started during night four. The ones where Billy would stare at his face, distorted into some nightmarish parody of femininity and Steve would stare at him, disappointed. He immediately texted Steve, sweat dripping down his back, when he woke up and Steve soothed, with gentle words.

It helped a little but Billy still wanted to punch something.

His hormone levels were normal, that’s what the doctor said. For someone transitioning from omega to alpha, 2 years and 6 months on hormones, he was doing remarkably. No heats for fourteen months, the beginnings of a consistent rut, only producing slick in very rare occasions. The level of dysporia Billy was experiencing was still incredibly high but he was dealing with it, with the support of his close friends, his sister and his mate.

It was ok, that’s what everyone kept telling him. Billy tried to tell himself that too.

Steve consistently sent him the most ridiculous, adorable selfies. He’d always caption them “trans guy swag” showing off his new beard, impressively thick already. Billy missed him so much. His voice, the way his Star of David necklace would swing when he walked, the inevitable smell of burning whenever he tried to cook.

It was six more days. Then he could fly back. Six more days.

Bottom surgery went fine. He ate a lot of jello when he woke up. That and chocolate pudding. God, he was absolutely fucking starved. Heather was mostly tapping on her phone, ever the “influencer” (Billy was pretty sure she was just scamming misogynistic alphas) but she’d look over at Billy and gently take his hand.

He was cleared to leave a day early. After a quick mental battle, Billy decided not to tell Steve. He’d do that cute face that he did whenever Billy surprised him and that was unmissable. So Billy sent an increasingly stupid set of tiktoks instead and turned off his phone.

Flying back to Indiana with Heather was always going to be an experience but he hadn’t quite prepared himself for just how many episodes of Pretty Little Liars she was going to force him to watch in four hours. And then more on her phone on the drive back. Billy loved her but really she was absolutely ridiculous.

Steve was in his usual place for a Wednesday morning. Sipping a cup of overly strong, overly sweet coffee in the hipster place Billy had introduced him to. Talking to Dustin about something nerdy (probably Top Gun) and Billy decided he was going to sit at the table parallel and see how long it took Steve to notice.

It took two minutes (Steve’s new personal record) before he whipped his head around and tears started forming in his eyes. Billy had to grin and hold his arms out (walking was still a bit of a struggle, as was standing) and just wait for Steve to barrel into him.

He didn’t get reprimanded. Or get Steve jumping into his lap. Instead he just got a soft kiss on his forehead and Steve wringing his hands like he usually did when trying to emotionally regulate

“You’re home”

And really that was all Billy wanted to hear.

[shieldofiron]

The Beast of Dunnottar

Also on AO3 | Harringrove | Medieval Omegaverse, Arranged Marriage | 792 words

Why? Why not?

At least the Scots was fair. He had blue eyes and tanned skin, a fine looking tunic dyed a deep red bringing out the gold in his curls.

He'd heard his father talk about how Hargrove was some kind of beast, rumored to have killed his father. Steve was expecting a large and fearsome alpha, covered in blood or something. Hargrove looked to be around Steve's age and size, though Steven was quite large for an omega, even a male.

Steven had stammered through the introductions, tripping over his traditional Omega's skirts. He was more used to wearing braes at home, when his father was often away and the servants let him have the run of the house. But it would be improper to appear in anything other than skirts for his new Lord. Or Laird. Actually, Steven wasn't entirely positive on Hargrove's title.

Hargrove just watched him, those cold blue eyes taking Steven in like he knew what he looked Steven looked like naked. He let his sister speak for him, negotiating with Steven's father and Hopper, the Steward. If Hargrove had any specifics he wanted in the marriage, he must have worked it out with his sister ahead of time.

Steven's father tried to phrase it delicately, bringing up the broken marriage with the Wheelers, and trying to assure Hargrove in the most animated language that Steven was a pure omega, and he needed to have no worries.

But Hargrove's sister just laughed, looking at her brother as if sharing a joke.

"I'll have the Pretty Boy," He growled, speaking for the first time. "Din'ae care if he's pure."

It was all done too soon for Steven to understand. It felt like he blinked and he was in front of the bishop, Hargrove's warm hand taking his and grounding him. It felt like he was floating above the world, unable to come back down.

At the wedding feast he must have talked. He was known to be gay and merry at feasts.

But his bridal joy was tempered with the knowledge that they would leave immediately for the boarder. Steven wasn't sure he was ready to leave Hawkins castle. It was said Hargrove's home was on the sea. Steve had never seen the sea. Perhaps his new husband intended to throw him in it.

At least there was Lady Max, who was currently charming all of Steven's omegas in waiting, especially Sir Lucas de Sinclair. She seemed kind enough. Lady Heather, Hargrove's steward, also seemed kind enough, though not much one for talking.

As the feast wound down in the early morning, Hopper's wife Joyce and daughter Eleanor Jane were pinching Steve's cheeks, making him promise to write, which just made him cry more, as he was awful at writing and he had no idea if Hargrove would let him send them. All Steve's boys were crying, and he had to tear himself away. At least there would be his maid and her son, Sir Henderson with him, so he would not be quite so alone but they would be traveling separately in a few days time, delayed by sickness.

He was surprised to see the Hargrove Clan had brought a carriage for his conveyance, though it was not in the best condition, and mainly stuffed with all of Steven's chests. He was surprised even more when Hargrove followed him in.

In the drafty space, Hargrove's wool dampened alpha scent seemed to fill the space, smelling of the early morning dew and fresh herbs.

"I'll ride along side." Hargrove said haltingly.

"Yes." Steven said, more confused than anything.

"I ought... I... I saw you."

"What?" Steven frowned.

"At the King's Hall. Seasons past. For your presentation. I saw you."

Steven didn't even know what to say to that.

"Prettiest Omega. Struck me silent at the feast, laughing wi' your alpha." Hargrove bowed his head.

Steven's throat felt tight.

"I'm glad tae meet you again," Hargrove reached for Steven's cold hand, kissing the knuckle just above the gold ring set with garnets that he had given as a wedding gift. "Lor' Steven."

Steve let out a breath. "Laird. H-Hargrove."

"William," He smiled, dropping Steven's hand, and Steven wondered if he was called the beast for quite a different reason. His alpha fangs flashed bright white in the dim light from the braziers outside. "Please."

"William."

"Best to get comfortable," Hargrove removed the checked fabric that hung about his neck, handing it over to Steven. "It's a long journey."

Steven wrapped the cloth, still alpha-warm, around himself and tried to settle on the stiffly padded bench. He was still scared but with the warmth laying over his lap and the scent of fresh heather in his nose, he was feeling less alone.

[e-yvin]

Hargrove Threat — A harringrove fic

Chapter 1. Omega - bitch synonym

When the Harrington heir was born, it was already obvious that he would be an omega. A male omega was still an omega, and even though they could never be sure until he was fifteen, when everyone eventually presented, male omegas were easier to differentiate from the other designations.

Firstly, they are born with a sweet smell. All the babies had soft, delicate scents and some remnants of their mother's scent that would fade over time. However, only girls and male omegas were born with the decidedly sweet smell. Not soft, not serene. Sweet.

Steve was born with traces of his mother's scent in his flesh, and the sweetness of honey that weighs on the tongue. The doctors who were in the delivery room when he was born were surprised, as Steve's smell, still soft but honeyed and heavy in its sweetness, was rare in newborns. Was rare in boys.

Second, because one couldn't hide what you had between your thighs. Or in more appropriate words, what one hadn't.

Male Omegas are born with testosterone in their bodies and without a penis between their legs.

There was no way to hide it, to disguise it or pretend that this was a sign for something else.

The head nurse congratulated the couple, congratulating them on a healthy son, and warned them that it would not be necessary to wait until his fifteenth birthday to celebrate his designation.

Congratulations, your son is an omega.

To their ears it was practically the same thing as saying; Congratulations, your son is going to be a bitch

. . .

Steve was five years old when he realized that his parents didn't look at him the way other parents looked at his peers.

His father's eyes were cold on him, weighing on his small, bony shoulders. Steve didn't understand, but...but it always seemed like his father was disappointed when he looked at him, humiliated. Above that, he always seemed indifferent.

His mother was worse, though.

Steve could recognize the feeling in her eyes as hate and contempt stared back at him.

. . .

Steve was seven when he no longer saw his parents.

. . .

Steve only understood the reason for his parents' hatred and indifference when he was eleven, and they started talking at school more about second genders and designations.

Steve only understood when they started talking about male omegas. Men with women's private parts, with the sweet smell that all the unpresented girls still had, and with a uterus. Men who only had their faces and some hormones to prove they were men.

Steve heard about it, and seeing the images in his books, something inside him...cracked. Something inside him broke.

. . .

That same year, Steve felt shame. Felt the purest mortification he had ever felt in his entire life.

He felt humiliated when that despicable teacher used his parents to set an example of unusual mating. When she used his parents to talk about bitching.

The practice between two alphas, to transform one of them into an omega.

Because that's what his parents did. To mate. To have Steve.

He understood why his mother hated him there.

She had let his father take all her pride, take away her own designation and then fuck another one into her, only for Steve to be a disappointment.

For Steve to be an omega.

. . .

Male Omegas are viewed negatively among their society. Male Omegas are seen as everything a man shouldn't be. Small, delicate, sweet-smelling.

Male Omegas have everything that men shouldn't have. A tight and hot cunt, a fertile uterus and heats instead of ruts.

Steve knows this and that's why at fifteen, he refuses to be seen as anything close to a typical male omega. Because if there's no way to hide what he is, then he could very well be the furthest thing from what everyone expects him to be.

That's why Steve makes into the basketball team. He enters the court with blockers in his scent glands and quickly dominates it. He's good, natural and manages to pretend for a while that he's like them, like his teammates.

Better than them.

If after training he stays behind, plays a little more and waits for everyone to leave before getting in the shower, no one asks anything. There's no one there, no one to watch him resolutely ignore the part of his body he shouldn't have.

He takes a quick shower, hides in his soft, warm clothes quickly.

Pretend he wasn't hiding between layers of soft clothing and scent blockers.

. . .

When they started asking rising King Steve when he would start showing interest in the girls who batted their eyelashes at him, he changed the subject, laughed and said he just wasn't interested.

He knew why they were asking. And it wasn't because they were afraid of their omega king being alone forever.

Some time later, Steve started getting involved with girls. Just girls.

Just betas.

It was bad.

He knew what his colleagues thought when they saw him with a beta.

But he also knew what they would think if he was with an omega girl or even an alpha girl.

If he was with an omega, they would just see two pussies. If he was with an alpha, they would just see a bitch king.

So, he dated beta girls. Normal and pretty girls.

He passed for them like they were candy, and didn't engage in anything other than kisses and a few touches over their clothes.

He didn't allow them to touch him anywhere below his waist. They didn't complain.

It was fine.

Yeah…it was fine, even if he didn't particularly derive any pleasure from it.

. . .

When he met Nancy Wheeler, he knew he was fucked.

She was beautiful and had a mouth-watering scent. She was smart, charming and so slightly shy that it was endearing.

She was also an alpha.

. . .

The first months of the relationship were great.

At first, they got strange looks, strange smiles, but Steve ignored that and continued meeting with Nancy. Chasing after her.

He chased her through the hallways like a puppy, with a wide smile and sparkling eyes. And he glowed even more when she smiled shyly at him and her soft, alpha scent increased just slightly, showing that she was satisfied.

He felt happy when he smelled her satisfaction, but he also felt…unfair.

Alphas never had to hide their scents, never had to put on blockers and cover their scent glands carefully. Because omegas were easily swayed with a fleeting touch to their glands, always a touch away from heat and slick-soaked clothes. Because omegas were seducers and temptations even when they weren't trying.

Alphas weren't.

It was misogynistic, it was disgusting.

But he adored Nancy. He loved her scent, so he never let any of his thoughts about the differences in their lives show on his face.

And she never noticed.

Because he was good. A good omega.

He was good at controlling himself so as not to upset others.

And he didn't want to upset Nancy. Steve didn't want her to run away.

. . .

The first few months were good. Shy, intimate touches. Secretives.

The first few months were good.

The months after that…not so much.

Steve wanted to be more intimate. His inner omega needed that. He needed the intimacy, the alpha's touch on his feverish skin.

Nancy…didn’t like that.

Steve understood.

Nancy was a girl.

She was a girl who had something she shouldn't have, just like Steve was a boy who had something he shouldn't have.

But it still…it still hurt.

Get a grip of yourself, you're acting like one of those people.

One of those people, those omegas, who gave themselves completely to the slightest touch.

It hurt how Nancy had called him an omega slut without hesitation, without even blinking.

But is fine. Fine.

Nancy was an alpha.

His alpha.

. . .

Nancy didn't like being reminded that she was an alpha. Nancy fought with him when he called her his alpha.

He stopped calling her that. He started calling her his girl.

She was still his, so it was fine. Fine.

Steve ignored how it hurt every time he called her that.

. . .

Before Steve knew it, Nancy was his and she was shying away.

Before he knew it she was with beta Jonathan Byers in her room, their bodies close and her satisfied scent wafting through the air.

Before he knew it, he was bleeding and fighting with his friends.

Before he knew it, he was swinging a bat full of nails at monsters in a living room full of christmas light's that wasn't his.

Before he knew it, Nancy was his again.

Nancy was his.

Everything was fine.

The distance between them would disappear again over time. They would be great again.

Boyfriend and girlfriend.

An omega and his girl.

(An omega and his alpha.)

. . .

The distance didn't disappear.

It grew, proliferated. It took hold inside of Steve like a disease, and destroyed everything in its path.

Steve…missed the time when he still thought Nancy was his alpha, not just his girl.

[steviespanties]

Billy, possessive asshole alpha boyfriend extraordinaire about to find out something new about his omega boyfriend *slaps Steve's stomach* "this belly can fit so many pups in it"

Steve, flushed up to the roots of his hair: *garbled incoherent half hearted protest*