#catboy steve

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happy halloween from catboy steve!! 🦇🐀🎃😻🔪

these will be stickers im giving away for my sh☆p update in nov!

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Psst psssst hey

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Catboy Steve for @babysitterpng​, who requested him “being cute”. I think I may have interpreted ‘cute’ in a different way ... (Also yes that’s catnip on that plate, I watched a video of a cat who got catnip and basically rubbed it all over its face and paws and it was adorable)

Bonus:

Babysitterpng’s shop!

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catboy steve

catboy steve

catboy steve

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[metalheadcowboy]

Okay Tyler heres some catboy Steve🐱 just for you because you need some lovely headcanons to keep you going

Steves tail is a big indicator of whether or not he’s being honest when Billy asks him something. If Steve has a secret? His tail is perfectly straight when he walks, the tip of it flicking excitedly. When he’s lying, his tail hangs limply and when he’s being his normal self, his tail wiggles back and forth.

This is very problematic when Steve is planning a surprise party for Billy and for a week his tail is just stuck straight, the tip flicking excitedly as he tries to keep it all a secret from Billy who knows something is up.

STOP IT THIS IS SO SWEET SAM,,, CURRENTLY SOBBING THIS IS SO PRECIOUS

Not to get horny on you,,, but I gotta get horny on you, Sam I apologize 😭😭

When Steve gets turned on Billy can tell so easily, it’s like night and day.

Of course, Steve fidgets normally, chews on the ends of his pencils, bounces his knee, taps his fingers, but when he’s horny he cannot stand still. He practically gyrates in his seat, swivels his hips round and round and round.

His pupils also dilate, not as much as they do when he’s about to cum where it takes up almost all of his iris, but they’re definitely more blown out than normal.

If Billy’s not near enough for Steve’s tail to wrap around some part of his body it’ll wrap around Steve’s own body to compensate, usually his Hearst or his forearm. He’s even humped his tail on more occasions than he’d like to admit.

As for his ears they will swivel in place or pin back atop his head it really depends on situation to situation and what’s going on around him.

But the most noticeable aspect is his purring god his purring it’s like a fucking freight train but louder. Billy’s favorite thing to do is just bury his fave into the crook of Steve’s neck or between his pecks when he can and just listen to the wonderful, smooth sound.

This is also how Billy finds out that Steve gets gory insanely easily, like very easily. Like a few dirty words into his ear from Billy and he’s a goner. Hell, they even once read of Susan’s cheesy romance novels together as a joke and by the end of page three of a rather tame, vanilla make-out scene he was humping Billy’s muscular thigh with his face buried into his boyfriends arm pit.

Catboy Steve is a slut, really, but only for Billy.

Oh and Steve also gets extremely turned on by the sight of himself in lingerie especially when he’s looking at himself in the mirror and Billy comes up behind him and wraps a fancy collar around his throat and leaves little love bites and kisses around it and across his shoulders.

And usually Steve bottoms, but when he tops, damn does he top. There’s nothing more hot to Billy than his most of the time delicate, soft looking boyfriend hovering his sharp K-9s over the crook of his neck threatening to bite down while he’s on the verge of tears having Steve pound into him-

WOW OKAY ILL STOP OOPSIESKSJDJJF

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Catboy Steve actually really likes wearing collars. He’s been so used to wearing one his whole life, but his original one - the one his parents gave him when he stopped growing - was this thick, heavy leather thing, black with a silver buckle. Something standard and boring. And Steve smiled and wore it, even if it felt like a token effort, because it was a reminder that even if his parents weren’t around, he was protected.

That he belonged to someone. To a family.

When his parents kicked him out of the house after he couldn’t get into college, they took his collar away. And Steve spent hours trying to wrap his head around not belonging, anymore.

He stayed with Robin for a couple of weeks while he found a place of his own. He gritted his teeth against the stares at his bare neck when he went into public, the lascivious grins and inappropriate propositions. Barely tolerated it. But when he got his own place, Robin suggested taking him to the store to get a new collar, one that was all his own.

And Steve’s eyes light up at the prospect. He’d been told all his life that cat people belonged to others - parents, lovers, friends - but never to themselves. So when they walk into the store and he sees all the collars on offer, he gets so excited. He touches almost every single one before settling on a cheap one, a light brown leather collar, thin and soft and supple, something that feels good and sits light and makes him feel like he belongs, if only to himself.

When he and Billy begin their relationship, a hesitant, careful thing five years after their fight and three years after Billy started therapy, Billy keeps staring at Steve’s collar. He won’t touch it, barely kisses Steve’s neck which - okay, Steve likes any kisses, he likes any touches, and Billy likes to nibble on his ears which is somehow more heady than any other touch Steve’s received.

But three months after Billy moves in with him, two years into their relationship, Billy’s fingers brush over the leather collar and Steve moans and arches his neck into the touch. 

“Will you... would you want to-”

Steve looks at Billy curiously, pupils wide, with a purr lightly rumbling in his chest. “Want to what, Billy?”

“Could I get you a collar?” Billy asks in a rush. His cheeks are bright red, and Steve has keep himself from leaning in for a kiss so he can take a moment to pick apart what Billy is asking.

“You... you want to get me a collar?” Steve asks with wide, incredulous eyes.

Because no one’s ever wanted that. He and Nancy talked about it - but it was more like Steve talked about it and Nancy avoided the subject altogether. And his parents only got the bare minimum of a collar for him because it’s what was expected.

“Yeah,” Billy replies shyly as his fingers slide around the inside of Steve’s collar. No one’s touched Steve there in years, and he shivers pleasantly at the contact. “You’re mine, right? I don’t want to, like, infringe on your rights, because you’re your own person and all, but-”

And Steve has to cut Billy off. Kisses him soundly, fingers sinking into Billy’s soft hair. Steve will never admit it, but he’s absolutely kneading it beneath his hands.

“Yes,” Steve whispers breathlessly when he pulls away. “Yes, please- just. Yes.”

And Billy smiles. Because maybe he knows how important it is for Steve to belong to someone.

When they go to the shop, Billy lets him pick out the collar. It’s lined with suede and it’s the softest leather he’s ever felt, and it’s thin and black with a tiny silver bell at the front. Steve bats the bell once, twice, pupils going wide, then shakes his head and feels his ears go flat, tail twitching with irritation at himself, when he catches what he’s doing. He looks at the price tag and goes pale.

But when he tries to move to the next option, something cheaper, Billy just smiles and hands the collar Steve loves to the sales associate.

“Billy, stop,” Steve says, reaching out to curl his fingers around Billy’s wrist. “It’s- that’s too much. I can find something cheaper.”

“Stevie, you like this one,” Billy reminds him, turning his hand over to twine their fingers together. “I want you to have one that you like. I don’t care about how much it costs. It’s important to me that you feel comfortable, belonging to me. You’re worth it.”

And Steve... Steve definitely tears up when Billy tells him this. Because he’s never heard that from anyone before. He’s never been worth it to anyone but himself, never truly belonged to anyone other than himself.

Billy curls his arm around Steve’s shoulders and pulls him in close, even though Steve’s taller and the angle is awkward, but Steve hunches down, makes himself smaller because he feels... vulnerable, with his emotions on display. But Billy gets that. Billy knows. And it means a lot.

It means everything.

After Billy’s hands over his credit card, Steve sits on a plush ottoman set up in front of a vanity at the back of the store. Watches Billy’s fingers carefully slip the leather strap through the buckle and slides off the old brown collar, the one that Steve still adores. The one that’s given him comfort for years.

The bareness of his neck makes Steve shiver unpleasantly as he recalls all the taunts and teasing and the jokes and the sexual comments that made him squirm.

But Billy’s fingers are back, petting the blank space on his neck, fanning over his collarbone. The tan against his pale white makes Steve’s breath catch at the stark contrast. This is the first time Billy’s really touched his neck like this before. Steve... Steve kind of loves it.

And then that soft, black collar slips over his neck. The sight of the small silver bell sitting right in the dip of his throat feels so right, looks so good, that Steve tears up again and doesn’t realize it until he’s taking a shaky breath in as Billy rubs the space right between his ears atop his head.

Because he looks like he belongs to someone again.

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| n s f w –ish | catboy!steve |

okok, and what about a ‘hiding together in hopper's cabin’ catboy!steve au, three months into forced reclusion because they’re both the result of their own government illegal experimentation now, billy back from the dead with powers he still can’t properly control and steve out of the ‘completely human’ side of things and there's barely anything to do in the middle of the dark and quiet hawkins' woods except laying on the couch and watch the one and a half channels caught by the old tv and sleep. so steve kinda develops this habit of napping with his head on billy's lap on the boring, lazy afternoons. and billy kinda develops this habit of absently scratching steve's head, petting at his ears, letting his hands get caught on the motion of caressing his back, because steve is so tactile now, doesn't even bother pretending he’s paying any attention to the tv anymore, when they’re like this. what he does instead is tune up his whole body to the contact. turn around until his nose is pressed against billy’s belly, nuzzling at the fabric of his shirt and letting out a low, rumbling growl when billy’s fingers stop moving to reclaim back his attention, demanding and insatiable as he has become. or maybe this is just the way he’s always been and the only difference is that he can’t hold it back now, this hunger for being touched. 

and their lives are a big fucking mess right now but it’s easier than it should, to forget about it for a while when the old clock over the kitchen table click-click-clicks into the hour of their favorite show and steve stretches and groans and falls over billy like a soft, burning hot blanket of fluffy hair and dotted skin, claiming his spot on billy’s lap and the monopoly of his hands on him. easier than it should, to forget about it when steve allows billy to touch him like this, half-asleep and with his mouth half-open, his light breath dampening the fabric of billy's shirt. and sometimes, those clawed fingers he has now find their way to billy’s skin, nails retracted but still sharp enough to leave behind a trail of barely on the threshold of sensation kind of pain as he lifts billy's shirt up just enough to bury his face in that thin line of exposed flesh, mumbling something about how “good. you smell so fucking good. i don't want to smell anything else ever again. god, billy” and it's easier too, the first times it happens, billy barely moving, worried he could scare steve off, never get to have him like this again if he does something wrong. easier but not really easy at all, control the way his body reacts to steve when he gets like this, pliant and trustful and lewd, nuzzling at billy’s exposed belly, white canines shoving on the side of his full lips. 

can’t control it because it’s been one whole week of this irresistible kind of torture when he realizes maybe steve can’t control it, either, the need of having billy like this. because he lets out a defeated, resigned thing of a sight as he sticks his tongue out this time, rachel rolling her eyes at monica on the decimononic tube tv as he draws it flat and rough over the sensitive skin under billy’s navel, his voice growing a cutting edge when he says “so, so good, billy. bet you taste even better” and he’s purring, purring warm and low, the sound rolling out of his throat and straight to the warmth growing between billy’s legs, getting louder as billy loses it completely, that last tiny pretense of self-control, his cock filling in thick in a rush of heat and arousal as steve’s dark, dark eyes look up at him, as he rubs his cheek against the throbbing shape of billy’s erection, making it even harder “steve—” he gasps, fingers closing tight around the threads of his hair as steve tugs down at the waist of his sweatpants, lowers them just enough to let slide out the head of billy’s dick, tongue running over those full lips, the pearl white of his teeth, eyes focused and playfully curious “why did you stop? keep on touching me” and billy does, his hand following the shape of steve's back as it curves up out of pure undiluted pleasure when he leans in, lapping in careful, feather-like tiny licks at the wetness leaking out of billy’s dick, his fluffy tail swishing from side to side, point curling up with contempt. “steve, what are you doing?” billy pants out, breathless, the sensation curling at the tip of his toes when steve gives another long, slow lick at his cock, looks up at him, grins, eyes wild wild wild, eating up the light, melting with heat. “i’m trying to get to the cream”.