A Pet Named Steve Funny Meme

ITS BEEN 5 YEARS MARK

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The Phoenix: Chapter 1 Pg 7-8

You proud of me yet, ma? This marks the end of Chapter 1 and also the important announcement of me going on break for a while.

Haven't felt much idea lately so I opted to start my writing back up again. Until I come back, eventually, then. Keep the tumblr alive for the period. Ha.

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A pet named Steve

Another day without a cool digital painting but with a silly sketchbook doodle instead.

My cat, Steve, recently lost his fang and now he wears this expression all the time. He has also a scar on his nose and was looking pretty miserable, because he caught some illness (don't worry, he's ok now) and I thought he looked just like a pirate. I added this handkerchief with skull and claws out and here he is, Captain Steve xD

Ok, his name isn't actually Steve, it's Stefan, but it's the same name in different language and sometimes we call him Steve anyway.

So he IS a pet named Steve.

If you know what I mean xD

Enjoy :3

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Current mental stability level: Markiplier playing Google Feud.

Me too Mark, me too...

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A Pet Named Steve

I just realized Garnet named her pet Cat Steven. Steven can be shortened to Steve. Garnet has a pet named Steve.

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Steve the Crayfish LIVES ON!

i just HAD to draw steve the crayfish after finishing @markiplier​'s resident evil episodes, all i could think of was 'a pet named steve' ����

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So, in honor of Markiplier, this happened to be my go to

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Billy calling Steve "pretty boy" in the showers. Billy being the boy who lights something up in Steve for the first time, the boy who creeps into his mind bringing along thoughts that Steve brushes away with a vague squirming feeling in his stomach. Steve doesn't think of it seriously until he's drugged up on the bathroom floor confessing his feelings to a girl who tells him she likes other girls.

And then, well. We all know what happened.

Steve locks it down tight after that, filling a hole that shouldn't even be there with an endless parade of dates. There's no reason for it to weigh on him like this. It was a fluke and Billy was an asshole; but it's like his heart is scabbed over with something that never even existed in the first place, that got squashed before it could even sprout.

And then he meets a boy with pretty hair and frenetic energy and no concept of personal space. This time its Eddie creeping into his mind, and Steve cuts off every thought with a vengeance—guilt and betrayal turning his gut.

Steve's fine, he really is. It's so stupid, anyway. He has no reason to feel like this. Billy has no hold on him. There was nothing there. So he's fine, he's fine, he's fine.

Until Eddie—Eddie with his goofy smile and his fidgety fingers—laughs at Steve's third failed date of the month, leans against him and says, "Pretty boy like you, I'd almost think you want these dates to misfire."

"Don't call me that," Steve snaps before his brain can catch up with his mouth, reacting on instinct to long-buried memories and humiliating fantasies. A hot knife of shame stabs down his throat, pushing back his words the way they came, but they're already out.

Eddie stiffens and puts some space between them, brown eyes wide and looking at Steve with shock. Steve looks away, heat spreading up his neck. Eddie shifts beside him and breaks the long silence with, "Okay. No problem."

And Steve wishes that were true. But he's trapped longing for one boy while mourning another with no one to talk to because how does he explain the guilt that cycles through his body? Guilt for having this desire in the first place, guilt for not realizing before it was too late, guilt for betraying someone who would have never returned his feelings even if he knew.

No problem, Eddie says.

There are plenty other bitches in the sea, Billy told him.

"It's fine," Steve says, nudging Eddie's side. It's just one more thing for Steve to bury.

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So I just had a random thought.

Sometimes we refer to little things that annoy us as 'pet peeves.' And there was that in-joke in the Markiplier community about 'a pet named Steve'.

So should we in the fandom, when referring to annoying things, call them 'a pet named Peeve'? XD

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Billy who spends his weekends volunteering at the local nursing home.

Mostly because it gets him out of the house on the weekends, but also, he's got a soft spot for all the old little ladies that constantly call him handsome and sweet and try to set him up with their daughters.

And he ends up getting really close to Dafna, a wizened lady with arthritic hands and a thick accent he hasn't been able to place.

She talks about her grandson, and how she thinks they could get right along if only her boy didn't only visit on Mondays and Thursdays when Billy isn't there.

She tells him that his blue eyes remind her of the ocean near her village, and that's how he discovers she's from Southern Italy. That she immigrated when her daughter was only a few months old.

She has stories.

Stories of smuggling her baby out under Mussolini's dictatorship. Of having to leave her husband behind. She tells Billy she misses him every day. That her grandson is named for him, that he and his mother are the spitting image of the love she lost.

Stories of growing up in a place that Billy can only imagine as idyllic. With crystal blue ocean and brightly colored buildings. She tells him of her three sisters, and her baby brother.

Her eyes get misty when she mentions him, and it takes nearly a month of visits to her before she explains that he was killed by the fascist government.

Punished for loving other men. Can you believe the horror!

And that made Billy cry.

And she's the first person in Indiana that knows Billy's secret.

And then he can't shake her.

She's waiting by the reception each weekend when he comes to volunteer, taking his arm and declaring him hers for the day.

She tells him that she suspects her grandson is just the same.

The look he gets when he watch Vittorio De Sica. The same one I saw on the face of my battufolo. I tell him, I say passerotto, you are safe with me. He just goes all red and stutters out something silly.

She likes winding her arm in Billy's and making him lead her through the meager gardens behind the home.

They were on such a walk when Billy head a familiar voice from behind.

And his skin went cold.

Because how could he not put this shit together?

Dafna has shown him yellowed photographs of her husband, and he should've known those big eyes right from the jump and-

"Passerotto!" She cried out, hugging Steve tightly and babbling at him in Italian.

Billy felt awkward, standing off to the side, feeling left out of their rapid-fire conversation.

And then Dafna was tugging at his arm and saying "Passerotto, you know Billy. He's at your school. He visits me."

And Steve was staring at Billy like he had three heads.

"Uh, yeah, Nonnina. I know him."

And then she said something to him that had Steve's face going red, and had him spluttering and looking at Billy in a panic.

Dafna cackled, and took both their arms, leading them back to the nursing home.

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The Phoenix: Chapter 1 Pg 5-6

Do you mean a pet named Steve?

This series is absolutely an excuse for me to draw immortal phoenix! Mark and other shenanigans with his egos. Don't mind me, just relaxing here and who knows, maybe there is a deeper plot after all.

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Eddie has to actively fight the urge to call Steve some crazy ass petname and I love that for him. But these are my favorite names I think he uses:

doll

darling

honey

love

dear

baby

babe

gorgeous

sweetheart

sweetie

pretty boy

Stevie

deary

sweets

baby-doll

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More established relationship steddie stuff: they have a code in public that lets the other know if they're in friendly company or not. Like if Eddie comes into the video store when Steve's working and Steve says "Hey baby," then there's either nobody around or they're amongst friends. And if instead one says "Hey buddy," then the other knows that they gotta keep it on the down low.

This was inspired by my heart growing three times its size whenever Eddie would call Steve baby in @anniebibananie 's fic (which everyone should absolutely go read cause it's amazing)

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steve jokingly calling eddie princess and being totally shell shocked when eddie blushes bright red and gets all flustered by it. he decided then and there to call him princess every chance he gets

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S, the love of my a/b/o life…

I'm feeling soft and a tiny bit sensitive and would love to hear all of the thoughts that come to your gorgeous head about—

this 🥺😤💪🏻 Alpha Daddy Bear 💪🏻😤🥺

and this 🥺🥰💖 Baby Omega Kitten 💖🥰🥺

whenever you want to and if you're feeling up to it, of course. ❤️ Sending you gentle head nods and blowing you kisses.

K! Hello <3

*Sending you all the good vibes and head nods and blown kisses back*

Oof yes yes yes, I can work with these two. Yes.

Admittedly most all of my thoughts are filthy but I assume you'd expect that haha. I am a dumpster I'm so fucking dirty most of the time lmao

But, anyway, you said "Baby Omega Kitten" and-

My head went Running and my fingers went Typing

(Obvious warnings for A/B/O dynamics, daddy kink, but also for light pet play below)

This baby and daddy meet at a low-key club. Bucky's out that Friday because Nat insists that he get off the couch and act like he's his age, party it up. Get laid. That kinda thing. Steve's there to get away from the stress of owning his own body paint shop. (If you told his younger self his dicking around with body painting for his friend's vehicles would turn into his full time job with extremely exclusive, high-end, celebrity clients, he would flip you off and tell him not to say stupid shit like that.) Currently though... it's giving him too-soon wrinkles and maybe even grey hairs, famous people tend to be eccentric (which is awesome for his allowed creativity) but also extremely particular.

But.

When these two meet, first comes the physical attraction and then the emotions.

Bucky is the one to be approached, but approached very gently, by alpha Steve.

Steve knows he's a very intimidating looking alpha with his height, stature, rough-around-the-edges hair and beard, natural musky and all-alpha scent, his passionate, often too-loud voice, and crooked nose from sticking it where it doesn't belong- getting in fights when everyone thought of him as nothing more than a runt, getting it broken. Twice. So usually Steve waits for a party he may be interested in to approach him rather than the other way around. He doesn't want to be an aggressor, y'know? He knows enough of those dirt-bags.

That being said; he's almost reluctant to go over to where Bucky's sat at the bar counter, curled around his drink, feet swinging around the high stool, resting his head in his hand as he alternates between intently listening to the red-head he's with, nodding his head, saying a few words, and looking over at Steve. Shyly flicking his eyes (they look like they're about every color ever with the way the club lights are flashing off of them so they have to be light... maybe blue? Right?) away every time Steve glances back.

This omega- this stranger just looks so Sweet and so Shy to Steve that he gets the feeling that he has to be the one moving here. Or he'll never get a shot. And, fuck, it might make him sound like a knot-head but he wants a peice- just a peck or a little taste of that. This pretty, pretty omega.

The alpha heads over. Offers to buy him a drink, alcoholic, non-alcoholic, cheap, expensive, whatever. Whatever he wants. Even if he wants one for himself and his friend and then for him to fuck off.

He, the gorgeous omega that smells like sugar and syrupy peaches, doesn't want him to fuck off.

Natasha, his friend, orders orange juice. Bucky, the gorgeous omega, orders bourbon. When their bar tender slides them over to Steve and Steve pushes them towards the two of them. They switch. Smart, Steve thinks, lips twitching into a smirk.

Natasha takes her bourbon, shotgunning it like it's not bourbon, and says she's gonna go "sweat it out". A.k.a. hitting the dance floor to give them some space but not too much.

They hit it off with the given space.

Bucky's all head ducks and head tilts and blushing cheeks yet his eyes are anything but shy around their small talk. Since he sat down he's been making eyes at him. And, fuck, what eyes. They're big. Expressive. Sparkly. Dark enough the more flirting they do that Steve can't honestly tell what color they are. They just look black, undeniably interested in him.

Soon enough their conversation nosedives from heavy flirting to pillow talk- nearly straight up foreplay.

Bucky's hands end up on his biceps, squeezing, and tapping his thigh with his hands against his laughter, loud and giggly. Bucky's scent is suddenly potent enough to be smelled over the sweat and alcohol scent of the club and bar all the time. He's lush. Sweet. Steve is pretty sure the thing that sets him off is him flexing while he grabs him. He does it again. Hopefully flooding Buckys hind brain with gooey, good feelings of strong protector. Provider. Alpha. Alpha. Protection. And maybe, hopefully, flooding his conscious with the same, maybe even with daddy along with alpha.

And suddenly, from his flexing, he's got Bucky wrapped around him, in his lap, and they're kissing. The omega - unbearbly gorgeous and sweet - feels tiny in his lap. Steve can't help but get hard, a rush of blood so intense it makes him woozy. Bucky feels it, he feels it so intensely that he gasps into Steve's mouth.

Steve is a little ashamed to say that the growl that comes out of him is not something he can control.

What he can control is saying yes when Bucky offers, shyly and softly propositioning him, to take him home (for his own safety since Nat knows where he lives, not where Steve does).

As soon as they get through Bucky apartment door, they're on each other. Clawing at clothes, ripping buttons off. Desperation heating to a boil. Bucky is whining, panting, stuck between Steve's massive chest at the door. Both of his legs trapped tight together between Steve's thick ones. He feels small and kept. Dick rock hard in his pants, nipples perked under his shirt.

Between desperate kisses, Bucky pushes his head into Steve's chest, finding his way to the alpha's underarms as he searches for his breath. He ends up panting there too because, fuck, he smells like such. an. alpha.

Like paint and motor oil and camp fire smoke and cologne. Strong and robust. And just his fucking scent has him weak at the knees, feeling that rush of blood towards his hole that means he's already getting slick. Steve must scent it because he growls, chest vibrating against the omega's cheek.

If his knees weren't weak before, they now are. Completely. Then, suddenly, in the same way his instincts scream for him to call the other, bigger man alpha they scream to whine and cry for him as Daddy.

Giving into one, he does. Moaning, "d-daddy-" into his ravenous mouth, gasping it out before he can back down.

It's the right call.

Crushing him tighter into the wall, Steve groans like he's been kicked in the gut. Rubbing his beard against his neck, scratchy and good and staying there for a second, rumbling, "that how it is, 'mega? Huh? Want me to be your daddy?" Against his throat, teeth nerve wrackingly close to his scent gland.

Cheeks burning, hole getting slick already, nearly dripping, he mewls, "y-yes, please-!"

Upon his answer Steve is instantly wrapping his huge hands around his thighs, nearly encircling them completely in the spread of his fingers as he hauls him up. Wrapping his legs around his waist. Pressing Bucky's dick to his stomach, the friction pulling a whimper from him and then forcing a moan from him when his cock, hard and thick, poking his backside.

Shakily Bucky whispers directions to his room from the front door between hungry kisses. His alpha- his daddy takes him. Scent growing stronger and stronger the closer they get to fucking.

He's dumped onto his bed. His daddy climbs on after him. Caging him in.

They fuck, rough and filthy on Bucky's bed, messing up the sheets with his slick and sweat and eventually with their cum. Sex full of primal, truly animal reactions and sounds because of how fucking good it feels...

Fucking with Bucky's legs curled around his waist, digging into the small of his back, Steve moans and growls and sucks bites marks into his neck and collarbones. Drinking his scent straight from the source- his incredibly sensitive scent gland if the sharp gasp the brunette omega lets out every time he laps at the delicate skin there is anything to go by.

Bucky lets a wet, high gasp of, "daddy-!" out once more. It hits him just the same.

It hits him even harder when Bucky starts saying it with every punishing thrust against his sweet spot as he moves, finally, his voice getting bounced higher and more desperate, cries of, "daddy, daddy- dAAddy!" driving him fucking insane. And then, Steve can hardly control himself when Bucky reaches one of his hands from clawing at his back to twist his own nipples, gasping, mouth wide open, his dick visibly twitching. But he holds off for just enough time to get Bucky cumming on his cock. Telling him, "show daddy, c'mon, show daddy what that pretty face looks like when you cum on his cock. Do it. Lemme see, 'mega."

Then, once he's finished finishing - eyes shut rather than rolling back, his jaw shutting from it's wet, open gape - he knots him. Bucky keeps urging him on, purring and letting his head stay lolled back, hands resting on his shoulders still. Boneless.

The allowance of using his body even once he's finished makes it way too easy for Steve to let his mouth run while he reaches his high, "you're just daddy's little sex kitten, huh? Purring like 'm not fuckin' your brains out, yeah?" And Bucky just- giggles. So. Obviously he keeps going, keeps calling him his kitten. Taunting him affectionately until he empties himself fully, knot blown and locked in place.

"Mmm, takin' it good, kitten? You full enough of daddy? Yeah? Yeah. That's real good, 'mega. Fuck."

"Feels like fuckin' heaven on my knot, sugar. Mmm- goddamn."

"Kittennn, oh fuck."

Steve ends up staying the night. Rolling off to the side after they're no longer locked together, looking over to the side to see a sleepy little grin on Bucky's face.

"Good?"

"Good. You-" his cheeks couldn't be any pinker, "you were good, daddy. Alpha."

"You too, kitten." He reaches over to pat Bucky's hip with a yawn.

"You... you could stay the night if you want to, y'know?"

"Y'sure?"

"Yep. Only if you spoon me, though."

"'Course, I'm not a monster, kitten."

In the morning Bucky offers to share the shower while they wait for coffee to brew in Bucky's kitchen. Shifting his weight, wearing just Steve's shirt that may as well be a dress on him (without anything else) as he asks.

Steve knows a good damn opportunity when he's presented with it. So he grins, hands already reaching out to span his little waist as if magnetized, "'course, kittens don't like that water do they? Gotta make sure you have a good time in there, don't I?" Just hazily, barely remembering that part of what they did last night. The bold, filthy words falling over his loose lips. Bucky flushes from his hairline to his collar bones and, cute-

There's that little giggle again. He could get used to hearing that and he might already be.

In the shower, Steve plays with his hole.

Rubbing the heavy pads of his thick fingers over his entrance, unable to stop himself from cooing at the sight. All puffy, pink, and abused.

Bucky cums like that, gasping, shuddering. Just with Steve's fingers pressing and swirling around his leaking, achy hole- not penetrating him. Just a tease. The omega spills against the cool tile wall with his daddy's voice in his ear and his scent, undeniably alpha, wafting with the steam from the shower. Leaning him against the wall, weak to the bone. Its a damn good thing the alpha is more than strong enough to hold him up.

"Mmm, lookit this little thing-"

"Ah!"

"You still sensitive, omega? Kitten?"

"Mm-hm! Steve! Daddy!"

"Yeah. Yeah, I can tell, kitten. Tsk tsk. Shoulda told daddy if you were hurtin' last night, I don't wanna be mean to anything so sweet, sugar. Jus' want this sweet little hole to feel good, 'kay? Tell me next time if Daddys cock or knot is hurtin' you. If he's too big for this sweet little thing..."

"Ngh! But-"

"But?"

"It- it, it did feel g-good Daddy! Want- want it, th-that way- oh."

"Oh. That how it is, kitten? You want daddy to pull your hair and fuck you mean with his cock, split you open on his knot until you're so fucked-out that you're only purring, huh? Gonna mark me up with your claws 'cause you can't help it, it feels so good, kitten? Gone dumb on cock? Fuck dumb, gon' all silly and sweet on me."

"Alphh- daddy! Daddy- Steve! Alpha!"

Their coffee gets burnt because they take so long in the shower.

So they go out for coffee instead, surprisingly compatable for strangers drawn together purely by lust. They have a shit ton in common as it turns out, talking easily over coffee, sitting across from each other at a booth.

By the time they finish their coffee and conversation it's time for lunch. So they go find lunch somewhere else. And then they walk lunch off at the park- trying to stiffle laughter as toddlers fall, objectively fine but still probably a sin for laughing at. People watching. Pointing at curious plants or bugs. The odd bigger than average squirrel. Cracking jokes. Asking questions about the other; their family, friends, fears, etc.

Whilst strolling through the park their shared love of movies comes up, so its only natural to go and see a movie... right? No matter if they've been hanging out for, like, 12 hours already.

Cuddling in the dark and then tumbling out of the theater, wrapped in each other's scents, tipsy on endorphins, they finish their date. It only ends because Steve convinces Bucky that there's got to be something else he wants to do on his Saturday. Even if they both would honestly rather keep talking and keep having this date.

They go on another day later in the week.

And other dates. Lots of dates.

They kiss everywhere they go once the barrier of their second first kiss happens (a.k.a their first kiss not borne because they're strangers hooking up for the night). They hold hands all the time; when Steve shows Bucky around his shop, when they go on more walks, when they cuddle on the couch, when Bucky takes Steve to meet Natasha again and then his other friends...

They get to know each other.

They fall in love.

And eventually, way down the road... they explore this shared love of the pet name kitten. Indulging themselves.

One of the indulgences is borne from how much Bucky leaks slick when he's approaching his heat. So much so that usually, if he has to be clothed rather than wandering their place naked or if he has go out, he wears plugs. It's something he does without thinking about it, he's just so used to it being a part of his pre-hsat symptoms. Keeping the mess to a minimum. Managing. And Steve thinks about that more than he should probably; thinking sneaking up behind his omega, his kitten, and pressing the plug into him, gaining those little whines and mewls. Watching how his muscles tremble and his knees give out, dick rising and beginning to leak as he half-heartedly calls from him to, "qu-quit, daddy. 'M, 'm trying to- to, ahhh, fuck-" and so, naturally, he buys him another plug.

A tail plug.

It's fluffy and brown. Almost the same color as his soft hair. Steve doesn't show him the tail plug right away because after its delivered he finds himself browsing again and comes across this collar.

And he knows he can't give his kitten a tail without a collar.

So, he buys him a little collar too. Brown leather, soft, with a little silver bell and tag, engraved with "Daddy's Kitten" in pretty looping cursive. The collar is just tight enough, fitted just so, so that it places pressure over his scent gland, sending wave after after of submission through the omega when he wears it. Reminding him that he's claimed even more than a normal collar would. He has a daddy. An alpha.

The first time Bucky has him put it on him, they end up fucking right where they're standing. Bucky's eyes glazing over and going all Soft, his voice sighing into a hazy gasp, his hands getting grabby. So needy and desperate, breathlessly begging, "daddy, daddy- daddy I need you. Need- need your knot. Mount me alpha." And how could he resist?

After Steve, his alpha, his daddy, gets him these gifts and presents them to him, Bucky spends his heat living the. fucking. dream.

He gets time off work, as does Steve, to have his heat in peace. And he begins the day, his first off, by having Steve's hands all over his body. It's overwhelming. Honey thick in how pleasurable it is, skin hyper sensitive from his pre-heat. First he's pushing the plug into him after his fingers make sure he's nice and ready for him and then he's wrapping the collar around his throat. Pulling a keening whimper from the omega.

And at first he's still just in pre-heat, of course. More horny than normal but not debilitatingly so yet.

The kind of horny where incrementally throughout the day he needs attention. He could take care of it himself but with Daddys collar and his tail, where's the fun in that? At one point he needs to get off, so he lays himself luxuriously over Steve's lap when he's sprawled out in the back of his fixer-upper in their garage, mewling for his alpha. His daddy. Steve stops, grease streaked over his cheek and his fingers, to clean his hands, growling at him as he does.

Steve begins after, by kissing his shoulder, petting down his spine, and rumbling soothingly. Then rocks the plug in and out of his kitten's little, sensitive hole, tugging at the base of the fake tail until Bucky's leaking trials of slick out around the toy, his mouth leaking too- little bits of drool. His hole is glistening and temping. Bucky instinctively backs up into the sensation like an actual cat might, arching his back.

"Yeah, yeah, lookit you. So needy you came out here to bother daddy while he was working. Shh, shh. It's okay. I know you can't help it, kitten. Just lie there. Just take it. Daddy'll take care of you."

"Pretty little think aren't you? You gonna purr for me, huh?"

"Getting so close to your heat, mmm-hmm, can smell it on you. Gettin' ready to be daddy's little sex kitten, huh?"

"Cum, 'mega. C'mon kitten, I know you want it. You're all wet, I can see how bad you need it. Let go for daddy."

He does.

And then wobbles back inside on unsteady legs when Steve slaps his ass and tells him to go. Saying that he needs to go eat something and take a nap, save some energy up for the more intense parts of his impending heat.

And speaking of that...

When his heat actually gets underway, Bucky tumbles to the ground with a groan it hits him so suddenly. Gut punched by needy, intoxicating desperation. A lit match. A forest fire sparking up from a dropped cigarette- practically nothing.

Bucky finds that his legs are so shaky that he has to crawl to where his alpha is in their bedroom from the kitchen. Whimpering all the way. Dick hanging heavy and full as he makes his way, the plug hitting him with jolt after jolt of pleasure as he crawls. The pressure of his collar leaving him in a mushy pile.

When his alpha incidentally steps out of their bedroom, he's faced with the sight of his kitten, on all fours, eyes glazed, skin flushed, smelling like fertile sin. The soft jingling of the bell on his collar and his needy whimpers has him growling rough and dark and instantly hoisting him up over his shoulder, ass up, only to fling him down onto the bed. Steve would be embarrassed about his sheer primal, animal reaction if he wasn't so fucking turned on.

Bucky scrambles frantically to flip himself onto all fours again, begging incoherently for his knot, "daddy- daddy. Daddy! Need you to knot me. Want your knot. Need it. Need. Need you. Mount me. Breed me." Arching his back and yowling when the plug is tugged out of him and tossed aside carelessly. The collar stays firmly in place for now. Later he knows it will be tugged out of place so Steve can gnaw at his scent gland and mark him again.

Steve slides into him, helpless to slide his thumb into his kitten's hole along with his throbbing shaft. The muscle stretched smooth and pink around him. Bucky wails. Brain circling only around the words alpha, daddy, and full.

With every punishing thrust the little bell on his collar jingles. Harmonizing with Bucky breathy gasps and gutted moans, reaching higher and higher. His mouth is gaped and wet as he claws at their sheets, crying out and actually crying before long. All of his instincts howling. Drowning in the feeling of being mounted and taken.

Right before his knot pops, after Buckys already cum once and is on his way to another high, Steve manhandles him, flipping him onto his front and plunging back into his wet, wet hole. Watching the rapture explode across his kitten's face, feeling how his hands come up to claw helplessly at his shoulders. Shaky and weak. Overwhelmed by pleasure, burning alive.

"Daddy- alpha, alphaaa," he sobs. Getting shoved up the bed with his every thrust. Leaking a wet pool of slick under his backside and pre-cum on his quivering belly.

"Mine. My kitten. My omega." Steve groans, making sure to scrape his beard over Bucky's extra sensitive nipples then over his neck, his scent gland, bending over him as he plows into him. Surrounding him. Bucky cries out brokenly and cums again, fisting his hands in his long hair desperately, "YOURS, DADDY!"

Steve knots him, cumming with a damn Roar.

Love you K, I hope you enjoy! <3

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Billy loves calling Steve 'baby' whenever he's holding the other man or fucking him. But pretty soon he started - without him noticing at first - to call him by the pet name more regularly too.

Like when he picked up Steve from the Scoops one day after his work had ended earlier at the pool.

He kissed the other man as soon as he sat in the passenger seat, whose pretty face was plastered with a soft smile when he saw Billy and said "I missed you, baby."

Or when Steve decided to wear his new jeans and Billy just couldn't keep his hands off of him, so he came to stand behind the other man while wrapping his rough hands around Steve's lithe waist and said "Fuck, baby, you look so good…" against his ear.

It always makes Steve a blushing mess to be called that, but especially now that Billy uses it way more.

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