#catboy!steve

Sure, Steve's coworkers remark on how lucky he is to get hit on by the hottest manager in the whole building. But none of them suspect that when Steve and Billy meet during lunch at Billy's office, it's so Steve can eagerly suck Billy off while he answers some emails, purring and mewling once Billy's hands are free to stroke his ears and dig his expensive leather shoes into Steve's clothed erection.

No one notices the occasional drawn out toilet breaks on an unused floor, when Steve gags on Billy's fingers as he gets fucked against an unused office table. There's no better stress relief than getting eaten out afterwards by Billy, till Steve is loose-limbed, his shirt a little crumpled and his hole is all pink and sensitive when he sits down later.

Billy’s frowning down at the side of the orange juice carton, his blue eyes flicking over the nutritional information in search of the sugar content, when he feels a warm body press to his side and a soft mouth against his freckled shoulder.

“…morn’,” Steve mumbles half asleep, his eyes struggling to stay open as he clings to his boyfriend, his hair a mess around his flicking ears. They always do that whenever Steve wakes up. It’s cute.

Billy spares him a quick glance before letting a small smirk lift the corner of his mouth, his eyes falling back to where they were before, “Sleeping Beauty is finally awake, hm?”

Steve huffs softly, his brows furrowing as he petulantly mutters, “Hungover,” against Billy’s shoulder.

“I told you not to drink that much, but you wanted to be a brat and took two more shots just to spite me,” Billy hums as he turns the carton to inspect if the juice is from concentrate or not. He hears Steve mumble something incoherent before feeling a sharp little pinch on his shoulder, whipping his head over to see Steve biting him.

The pretty boy has the gall to not even look sorry with the front of his teeth gently sinking into Billy’s shoulder, his top lip resting on freckles, big doe eyes peering at him semi-angrily as his ears flatten against the top of his head.

Billy is no stranger to having his boyfriend fucking bite him like a rabid little cat, Steve does it whenever they’re cuddling or having sex, but sometimes he does it when Billy’s annoying him and it’s both parts cute and irritating.

“Get your teeth out of my shoulder so I can make your sorry ass some breakfast,” he says evenly, staring down his boyfriend, who immediately looks conflicted. Breakfast or biting? Always a tough decision.

Ultimately, Steve pulls his sharp little canines back and Billy shuts the fridge, still holding the carton as he slowly makes his way around the kitchen with Steve wrapped around him very inconveniently. It’s how their mornings usually go, anyway.

Not that I can’t draw it, I just don’t, for some reason🧍🏽‍♀️

Idk why I suddenly felt the need to piss on that specific tree (nostalgia???), but anyway, catboy!Steve is Billy’s prissy pussy😌

Steve doesn't let anyone touch his tail. Even when he was dating Nancy, she knew that his tail was off limits. Everyone in Hawkins knew: you don't touch Steve Harrington's tail. Tommy had, once, and he has a nice scar on his right arm to show for his efforts, and they'd been beat friends their whole lives.

The year was 1918, almost a new decade. Billy Hargrove, fresh off the boat and just passed his exams through the Isle of Hope. Newly 18 in a new country. Billy traded in his emerald isles for promises of gold paved roads in this land of the free and brave.

And at least one of those promises held up... freedom. Goodbye William of Turloughmore, hello Billy the American. Free from poverty, free from ancestry, free from a no good drunk father... where everyone has an equal shot of being a butter and egg man.

And Billy can't wait to see where this freedom will take him. But first, he has to find 125th east and 10th street. And damn... if this place ain't the bees knees. How Billy ended up in this place is behind him. He helped some lady on the boat find her feline and the next thing he knows she's handing him a piece of paper with this address on it.

So Billy let's himself into the building; but not without first kissing his St. Christopher that hangs around his neck. "Can never be too careful Billy. Always bring St. Christopher with you when you travel." Billy can still hear his mother's words she spoke when she gifted him the necklace before he set sails.

Billy learned everything he knows about the supernatural from his mother. "Remember the Saint's prayers, to always take your hat off inside, throw salt over your shoulder but never spill it. Ring a bell when entering a new home, never keep birds inside, don't step into fairy rings and never let a black cat cross your path."

That last one came to mind almost immediately as Billy waited in the foyer of the building. A small black cat came from the window's ledge and pranced across the room; but not without stopping and taking a glance at the intruder. Billy was surprised at how human-like the cat's gaze was. As if it was truly sizing him up. But then it went on his way, further into the building. Billy said a quick prayer to Saint Cajetan for good luck and proceeded into ghe building.

"Hello?" He asked outloud, waiting for a response. "I was told ta ask for a Mr. Harrin'ton. My name is Billy. I received a referral from an older women while I was aboard the S.S Nevada."

Billy started to feel as if no one was there, until a voice called back to him

"Hold on. I'll be there in a jiff!" The voice was male, younger. Perhaps as old as Billy himself?

Today for @gothyringwald‘s Harringrove Feedback Fest, I bring you catboy!Steve.

Chibi Season 1 Catboy Steve by @thesummerof84 

adorable catboy Steve by @babysitterpng

bratty cat steve with a bratty collar by @kapiche

cat orb stevie by @rascheln

Baby cat Steve by @vampyur

Catboy!Steve!!!! by @darkmystdrake

catboy Steve by @trailerparkflower

we move like cagey tigers by @aeon-of-neon

Billy finds out that living with Steve Harrington turned local catboy holds both perks and challenges. Ears and a tail don’t turn a man into a pet and there's tension in any roommate situation but that doesn’t mean two boys can’t be domestic together.

How to Catch a Cat by @pondermoniums

Of course Billy has heard of them. He’s even seen them, living in California, as he used to, under the sunshine with plenty of seafood markets abound. But he pieced together from observation that “cat people” were...well. Like cats. They stuck with their crowd or kept to themselves. And disappeared in a blink if they didn’t want you to find them. Billy had never really seen on up close before, let alone properly interacted with one. That is, until he came smack into contact with Steve Harrington.

Of collars and flowers, cardigans and second chances by @catharrington

Billy doesn’t know why he turns his Camaro into a u-turn that sends his suspension squealing into the rainy night. He isn’t sure why he sees a lumpy shadow hunched over on the side of a brick wall and thinks— let me stop. But he feels why. He feels it in his gut, some deep pulling thing. Feels like a red thread tied around his intestine and pulling it taught. Through his belly button and tight towards the soggy shape.

Catboy!Steve who likes collars by @rvspberryjvm

@smashmouth-hargrove has a bunch of ficlets including this one