#catboy!billy hargrove

[raven-cl]

Silly little skater boy

[shieldofiron]

Billy: Harrington, stop scratching.

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

HA fill for a square from my 3nd and last bingo card for @harringroveson-bingo

Square: B2- Free Space

Title: Nest Material

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 1658

Ship(s): Harringrove

Additional Tags: Hybrids, Cat Hybrid Steve Harrington, Bird Hybrid Billy Hargrove, Teasing, Hair-pulling, Billy Hargrove is a Little Shit, Billy Hargrove Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Confessions   

Summary:  Billy has been stealing bits of hair and fur form Steve since he got to town. Today it comes to a head.

Nest Material

Billy has been picking at Steve ever since he came to town. It is a compulsion, a need for silky brown either from his thick head of hair or his chocolate tufted ears that nearly disappear in it. The longer hairs from his thick silky tail are Billy’s favorites but these days he sticks to coveting the tufts he has already claimed. Less danger that way.

Today is no different from usually Billy finding Steve in a moment of distraction. It is no easy feat sneaking up on a cat but Billy had learned young to stay as silent as possible. He tucks his big pale blue wings tipped in black tight to his back, tail held up to make sure it does not drag and give him away.

Steve is fussing with a crumpled piece of paper, ears and tail pinned down making today easy. Billy does not hesitate. As soon as he is close enough he catches a few strands of hair between his fingers and yanks. Steve shrikes, tail going bushy as it shoots straight up.

“Fucking stop doing that!” Steve hisses claws out as he turns and swipes a hand in Billy’s direction. He is already out of reach using his wings to push himself back plenty far enough after stealing a few bits of hair from Steve's head. “You’re such an asshole!” Steve growls, a low rumble that Billy always finds more cute than threatening. His ears pinning again as he stuffs the paper in his pocket with one hand and rubs at his head with the other, tail tucked tightly between his legs, the tip thumping against his shoe.

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[bewarethegrim]

Catboy!Steve thoughts have entered my brain.

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.

So it's hot gossip when Tammy Thompson catches Billy and Steve under the bleachers one day over lunch, Billy's hand wrapped mindlessly around Steve's tail as the two smoked and laughed together.

[ventya]

also cat hybrids purr when they feel safe. max has never heard billy purr so she thinks he can’t actually do that. just imagine the first time billy purrs when he’s alone with steve after their first time of making love and billy can’t control it

[0ceanblue]

!Catboy Steve hunkering down against Billy’s chest after a long day of trailing the party here, there and everywhere.

He’s finally home and Billy’s chest is always his go to spot because that man is so warm and very cushiony and Steve can just destress by letting himself drape against Billy and sinking all his weight into him.

Starts purring so deeply when Billy’s fingers scratch at that good spot behind the fluffy ears sticking out of that perfect mop of hair he’s got. Stares up at Billy with hooded, honey brown eyes as Billy pets and strokes through his hair and over his ears- admiring him even as he’s getting sleepier and sleepier- which Billy only chuckles fondly at, ‘cause his boy looks so damn soft. And Billy’s just so in love with how easy Steve turns into goo with him.

[ihni]

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!

[bigdumbbambieyes]

bambi writes catboy!steve?? it’s more likely than you think…

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.

By the time they’re sitting down for breakfast, Steve picks up his plate from the table and sets it next to his, slipping into Billy’s lap easily while his chest gently rumbles with happy purrs. Billy huffs a quiet laugh around his slice of bacon and gives Steve’s thigh a smack, muttering ‘brat’ as Steve nuzzles his jaw.

[pinkkinoko]

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😌

So how many harringrove fans follow me🤔

[monophobix]

it’s always catboy steve but what about catboy billy. he’s already a menace, just imagine how much more of an arsehole he could be.

- swiping shit off tables constantly

- scratching everything/everyone because fuck u

- straight up hissing at people

- high off catnip

- sharp teeth AND a rough tongue? (his head game would literally be lethal)

- eyes reflecting like in a terrifying way

- death stare with SLITTED PUPILS

- using his tail to tease people (steve)

- ears & tail to finally show his actual feelings

- making biscuits

- cutting a bitch with claws

- purring

there’s so much fluff, crack and angst potential, it’s beautiful

[disdaidal]

tiny billy.... tiny trash boy..... (i have no one else to share my doodles with hehehoho) he cries because he is small

Such cute lil' doodles! <(^_^)>

[babysitterpng]

i am once again, handing you catboy steves

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

A fill for a square from my 3nd and last bingo card for @harringroveson-bingo

Square: C3 - Table Sex

Title: The Curious Cat

Rating: Explicite

Word Count: 7942

Ship(s): Harringroveson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Magic Magic, Cat Hybrid Steve Harrington, Mage Eddie Munson, Wolf Hybrid BIlly Hargrove, Sex Pollen, Masturbation, Coming In Pants, Multiple Orgasms, Desperation, Caught, Name-Calling, Restraints, Bondage, Magical Bondage, Crying, Tears, Table Sex, Anal Fingering, Sex Toys, Potions, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Anal Sex, Barebacking, Blow Jobs, Teasing, Creampie, Knotting, Overstimulation, Wet & Messy, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hand Feeding, Gags, Mildly Dubious Consent, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, Top Billy Hargrove            

Summary: Steve goes in a room he is not supposed and gets all worked up because of it. Luckily the other residence of the tower are more than willing to help out

The Curious Cat

“That room is off limits, stay out of it!”

Steve had been told this on his first day in the tower. The mage had given him a tour after agreeing to take him in and for the most part there were no rules except this one. Steve has been good, has not gone in there for weeks and weeks but there is only so long before his curiosity gets the better of him.

When he finds the door cracked one late afternoon, warm yellow light seeping out he cannot resist. His pointed soft brown ears pinned down to his hair, almost disappearing into his locks, long fluffy tail that matches except a little white tuft at the end lowering as he looks around the empty hall. No one, he cannot hear or smell anyone close by. The only thing he can smell is something earthy and pleasant wafting out of the crack beckoning him closer.

Steve gives one more hesitant glance around, hand on the knob, tail tucked between his thighs like he is heading into danger. Still no one is around, not the mage of the tower or his pesky wolf hybrid that keeps bullying his way into Steve’s space at every opportunity. Sniffs at him, leers and rubs his scent on him before Eddie is calling him off.

Steve creeps closer, the scent tickling his nose as he pushes the door open. The room is bright and sunny, a contradiction to the stormy clouds he saw outside of the windows. It is artificial sunlight, magic so good it feels and smells real. That alone would be enough to make Steve want to roll around in here but the scent of the strange leafy plants growing in the room are their own beckoning call.

Steve jumps when the door falls shut behind him, tail puffing up when he whirls around looking for anyone, someone, Eddie or Billy mostly. No one is there but the hair on the back of Steve’s neck stands up feeling like he is being watched. It is hard to focus on that with the scent of the plants curling in his nose pulling him back.

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[metalheadcowboy]

Billy's hands always being covered in colorful band-aids because Catboy Steve doesn't know how to keep his teeth to himself and apologizes by littering him in kisses and rainbow bandages out of the Byers' cabinet.

[ventya]

catboy billy is so underrated and for what? billy screams cat

billy scratches you and hisses at you. he will stare at you and then push the object next to him while keeping eye contact. will hide to give you a heart attack. and will climb on the highest object to give you another heart attack. but billy also will bob his head at you to scratch him, in only one way the other ways will get you scratched.

[yikesharringrove]

Steve would dress up as a sexy black cat for Halloween we talking full garters and lil skirt w cat ears and tail bc that boy will have any excuse to look hot and 2 things happen, Billy’s gay brain takes over boy completely useless, and Robin won’t stop calling him a furry

“Robin, I’m not a fucking furry.”

Billy choked on his drink as he heard Steve’s voice from the hall.

He hadn’t wanted to come to this shitty Halloween party, had put little to no effort into his costume, just a leather jacket and no shirt. Call him the goddamn Terminator.

But now he heard Steve Harrington yelling that he’s not a furry, and that might just make up for this lame shitfest.

And then Steve Harrington actually walked into the kitchen, heading for the counter covered in alcohol bottles.

Billy stared at him.

He was wearing, like, nothing.

Sheer black stockings hugged his thighs, held up by lacy garters disappearing under a tiny black skirt.

Fluffy black cat tail swished around, pinned to the back of the skirt’s waistband. His black bralette matched the garters, lacy and so pretty. He ears clipped into his hair, black and fluffy like his tail.

His collar had a tiny bell on the front, trimmed in lace.

Billy couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Steve had showed up to this goddamn party wrapped up in lingerie, like some little kitten femboy dream.

He mixed himself a drink, leaning against the counter next to Billy.

“So what are you dressed as?” Steve even had fucking make up on. Billy tried not to drool. Tried not to get a stiffy.

“Y’know. The Terminator.” Steve flicked one eyebrow up at him.

“That’s the laziest damn costume I’ve ever seen.” Steve leaned over to bump his shoulder into Billy’s, winking at him.

Robin just shook her head. She was wearing high wasited bell-bottoms, a silk tank top. She was draped in scarves and jewelry and wearing big glasses.

“As opposed to you just raiding your grandma’s hippy trunk?”

“Hey, I’m Janis Joplin, man. Have some respect.” Billy grinned at her. “At least I didn’t raid Victoria’s Secret to come as a glorified furry.”

“I’m a cat, okay? A little kitty, if you will.”

“You’re a furry.” Steve pouted at her. It was exquisite.

“I’m at most a catboy. Are catboys furries?”

“You’re not gonna like my answer.” He just rolled his eyes, kicking off the counter to stomp away, black tail swishing. “Go ahead and close your mouth now, Hargrove.”

Billy licked over his lips before closing his mouth.

“So, you into catboys? Or just into Steve.”

“I really don’t know anymore. I just know that that,” he gestured in the direction Steve had tromped away, “is really doing it for me.”

“I probably shouldn’t be telling you this,” she leaned closer to Billy, “but he never shuts up about you. I’m fairly certain that that,” she gestured in the same way that Billy just had, “is to get your attention.”

He shot the rest of his drink.

“I’m gonna go fuck him.”

“That’s the spirit?”