#cat x reader

[frickingnerd]

fake dating chat noir

pairing: chat noir / adrien agreste x gn!reader

tags: lying (both you & adrien/chat; to your friends) + mentions of people thinking you're a liar, silly & wholesome fluff, secret identies, chat trying to help you out by playing your boyfriend

all of your friends were either in a relationship or in love with someone

and since you didn't want to feel left out, you were lying about having a boyfriend yourself

the only problem is that you told them the first name that came to your mind when they asked who exactly that secret boyfriend of yours was

"chat noir" was probably not the answer you should've given, but after those words left your mouth, it was already too late

some of your friends were quiet. others thought you were joking and started laughing

but not adrien agreste. he of all people decided to help you out with your obvious lie

"actually, y/n is saying the truth–! i saw them together the other day… right?" 

the people who were laughing quickly went quiet. suddenly, everyone seemed to take you at least a little more serious

i mean, why would adrien lie for you? he's the most honest person they know!

you thought things would end there. everyone would think you were a liar but not bring the topic up anymore

but then, a few days later, chat noir showed up while you were hanging out with your friends

he wrapped an arm around your waist, kissed your cheek and politely asked you to finally introduce him to his lovers best friends

you had no idea how he could possibly have found out about your little lie or why he was playing along with it

but you tried to act cool and for that one day, you were pretending to date the hero of paris

by the end of the day chat noir takes you home and the two of you are finally alone for the first time

you ask him how he found out about your lie and why he even bothered to show up and play along

he refuses to tell you why and just gives you a playful wink, but he does admit that he heard rumors about his supposed lover and wanted to see them for himself

you get flustered and try to apologize for lying about it, but chat brushes it off and tells you that he doesn't mind playing your boyfriend

he lets you know that if you need him to play your boyfriend again in the future, he'll gladly help you

the entire time, you stay unaware that the one who's actually helping you out is none other than your good friend adrien

that he had actually had canceled his plans with the group that day, telling them he had a photoshooting, so he could show up as chat noir and help you out

and you're also unaware of how much adrien actually enjoyed playing your boyfriend. so much, that he hopes you'll keep that lie up a little longer~

[bababaka]

I didn't know (I was always at your mercy) - Cade x reader

A/n -> This fic was requested by @darthrue17. Hope you like it!

Here is his request.

Warnings: Some foul language bc Jade, threats and lil bit of violence bc Jade. And... Pining :)

Summary: Somehow, you and Jade are ensnared by little Cat. And somehow, you do nothing about it. That is, until, she is asked to a date by someone who was not you. Or your girlfriend.

You and Jade had history. You had known each other for years, and had been dating for years as well. You were happy. Jade's brash, intimidating and rude manner in public fell apart when it was just the two of you in her room. In your own world.

You understood each other and that understanding, companionship, was something you wouldn't trade for anything.

You and Cat also had history.

Cat, unlike you and, especially Jade, was extremely kind and innocent. And somehow, somewhere along the way, you and Jade became the little redhead's guardians.

Was there someone bothering Cat? Jade subtly stood behind the little girl. Quickly, everyone ran in the opposite direction.

Had some idiot broken the redhead's heart? You made yourself available, hugging her and whispering comforts in her ear.

"It' his lost. You are amazing. Everyone would be lucky to have you."

"It's gonna be okay. I'm here."

“He's an idiot. You deserve better.”

And, on one of those occasions, you simply hugged the little redhead, and welcomed her, again, comforting her.

"He doesn't deserve your tears."

"It's gonna be okay. I'm here."

“He's an idiot. You deserve better.”

And as you embrace her, scurying your fingers through her hair, brushing away her tears. You look at her. Eyes and nose red, messy hair, lips puckered. You feel the grasp of tiny hands around your heart, squeezing it.

A thought comes to you, unbidden, free, genuine.

I can be better.

This strucks you like a lightning. You didn't expect, it seemed like something that came from a hidden place, though, it didn't feel new. You felt like it was a sentiment that was there, all the time, just waiting to resurface and make itself seen, known, felt.

And this old, new feeling became present.

All. Of. The. Time.

You could only think about Cat, and how you would love to take her on dates, do cheesy and romantic things that she would certainly love and squeal adorably.

That's to say, you were acting strangely. And Jade obviously noticed.

Cat just left Jade's car and entered her house. And as soon as the red head is out of sight, Jade turns to the passenger seat in which you were seated in. She has scowl in her face.

Shit.

"Okay. Spit it out. What's wrong with you?"

You stammer and try to back up, but your girlfriend was having none of it.

Eventually, you just give up.

Nervous, biting your lip, you tell her.

"I might have a little crush on Cat."

"What?"

Jade's face darkens and something dangerous burns in her eyes.

"Uh, what about we have this conversation somewh-"

"We're having this fucking conversation now!"

And she crosses her arms, and you prepare yourself for what is coming.

"What the fuck do you mean you have a crush on Cat? Do you not love me anymore? Do you want to break up with me? Did you cheat on me? Is that fucking it??"

You try to talk but Jade was in a roll, so you just let her tire herself out.

"You trading me for Cat? Is that it? You were just trying to find an excuse to finish things and that's the best you came up with? I can't fucking believe you! How dare you? What? Is it because she is prettier than me? Sweeter- Fucking say something!"

You hold you hands up, and make your voice as non-threatening and soft as you can manage.

"I am not cheating on you neither trading you for Cat or some other girl. I could never. I love you, Jade, and that will never change. You are amazing, darling. And I am so lucky you are my girlfriend." Jade tries to talk back, but you continue. She had her turn, it was yours now. "I… like Cat. Yes. But that doesn't diminish the love I have for you. I doubt anything could."

Her offensive posture deflates then.

"So you won't break up with me?"

You smile softly, take her hand and kiss it.

"I'm afraid you're stuck with me for a long time, if you'll have me."

She melts into you and quietly says:

"Good." she kisses you.

After, as she drives you home, and says goodbye. She all but whispers.

"I guess Cat is cute."

"Hey, Jade! Look! My new unicorn!"

"Another one?"

"Yeah! This one is called Mr. Pointy. Say hi to him."

"…Hi, Mr. Pointy…"

Cat giggles.

"He likes you. He said you are really pretty."

Jade feels her chest squeezing.

Fuck.

A week later, Jades opens your bedroom door abruptly and simply spews out the words “I’m in love with Cat.”

You look up from your homework, and burst into laughter.

Jade pouts and you try to stop yourself from laughing and apologize to your girlfriend. And fails.

After a while, you manage to say something, between chuckles.

"I'm sorry. It was so sudden I couldn't help myself."

She averts her eyes and crosses her arms, you hear a little huff.

After a few moments of silence, you stop laughing while Jade is irritated, turning her face away from you (it's cute. And it quickly reminded you of Cat. Maybe you have a type).

When she realizes you (mostly) get back to normal, she turns to you.

"So, what do we do now?"

You shake off the last remnants of your laughter and frown, confused.

"What do you mean, 'what do we do now'?"

"About Cat and... Our infatuation for her.

"...We do nothing really. What can we do?"

"But-"

You walk over to Jade, grabbing her hands and intertwining them with yours.

"Jade, we don't even know how she would react to this, to our feelings for her. Much less if she would agree to a relationship with the two of us..."

You see Jade's expression conforming. And sighs, sadly.

"Sorry. Let's just wait, okay? And we'll see what we do later."

Jade just nods and softly says "ok."

You pull her into your embrace and kiss her.

"I love you." you murmur against her lips.

"I love you too."

Saying and doing are different things, though. And you and Jade notice that in the following weeks. Doing nothing was harder than it seemed.

At every moment, every little thing, every detail and word that came out of Cat's mouth, every movement, every dance and spin, only made you two love her more.

You guys probably looked like idiots interacting with Cat. Completely smitten with the tiny girl. Jade, however, could maintain a posture, you not so much.

You were at lunch, with your group of friends, when Cat interrups the conversation.

"I want bibbles."

The entire table turns to her.

"Cat, you know you can't eat that."  Jade says.

Cat pouts and puts her hands together.

"But it'll be just a tiny itty bitty bibble. Please?"

And, where lesser beings would cave, Jade stood her ground.

"No."

And that was the end of it. You hear Cat murmuring "damn it".

Later, at night, with a tiny bag full of bibbles, you find Cat.

"Look, i won't tell if you don't"

She smiles happily, hugs you, almost hanging from your neck and takes the bag in your hands.

And as you turn to leave her to savour her treat, she calls your name. 

"Eat it with me?"

You weren't really a fan bibbles, but damn it all, Cat just has those eyes, and little smile and her voice. She has you wrapped around her little finger.

You sit besides her, faking shock, and putting a hand to your chest.

"Wow. Sharing with me? You truly are a changed woman."

She shrugged as she took a bite of the bibble in her hand.

"You took care of me when things were bad." she looks up at you. "So i guess you deserve my bibbles."

You smothered a chuckle.

"Thanks, Cat."

The downsides of doing nothing, though, are that someone can just hop in and do something. 

And you just had you to blame really.

You were with Jade and Cat, in the hallways, chatting away about some horror movie, when a boy you never cared to learn the name walks in your direction, no, Cat's direction, and asks to pull her aside to "talk". 

You're not dumb, and neither is Jade. You knew the boy was into your little redhead. He was slightly familiar. And as you locked eyes with Jade, you were sure he was going to ask her out. 

Sometimes, you wish you weren't right. 

As Cat comes back to you and Jade, she tells you what happened. 

"Brian" that's his name. You were sure you'd forget soon. "Asked me on a date this saturday. Should I accept?" 

You furrow your brows, and look at where Cat was before, and sure enough there was Breno, tapping his feet, biting his lips, looking over to them, waiting for an answer.

Why was she asking you and Jade?

She cares about your opinion, you'd knew that. And you sense the power flowing through you. You had a chance to ruin Bernado's plans, make her refuse him and keep Cat all to you and Jade.  

That is not fair though. Because she wasn't yours, was she? You had no right to manipulate her into saying no.

You sigh.

And as you are opening your mouth to say something, your beautiful, impatient, a little violent, cranky girlfriend was faster than you to respond. 

Her green eyes flew to Barb, appraising him and shooting him a disdainful look. 

"He looks dumb, i should drop my hot coffee on him and scisso-

You cough loudly, and talk over Jade.

"If you want to, you should go. Right, Jade?" 

She glares at you, and you glare right back. Until she gives in.

"Yeah. Whatever. Do whatever the fuck you want." 

The redhead seems uncomfortable, brows furrowed, looking at you two. But at the end, she goes back to Bernardo, and by the big, stupid smile on the boy's face, you understand what she did.

Cat agreed to go out with him.

You hear the coffee cup being crushed and thrown in the trash by Jade, who storms out.

You remain. And you feel your heart crack slightly.

It's gonna be okay.

On the the damn day of the date, you and Jade are at home, watching sad movies and commiserating over the fact that Cat was in someone else's arms and not yours.

Later, you hear your phone ring, it was Cat, crying. Instantly you jump to your feet and become alert, ready to run out to Cat and kill someone.

She says little, just asking if you were with Jade, and then asking the two to pick her up.

She was at Noobu's.

You and Jade immediately go to meet her. Jade, after you told her what happened, had her muscles tense, ready for action, to kill the kid who hurt the tiny girl.

Your redhead.

And as much as you wanted to, you couldn't say you were different. But, you tried to calm down, purely for Cat's benefit, you knew that the redhead didn't like violence, the pure, hot, visceral anger that flowed through your veins.

When you get at the restaurant, you see her on the sidewalk, sitting, wearing a pink and fluffy dress, her head lowered, but her eyes, you notice when you get closer, are swollen.

When she sees you, she all but leaps at you. and she starts crying profusely.

She tries to say something, but everything becomes gibberish and you don't understand anything.

Deciding it would be best to take her to Jade's house, you go to the car, and accompany Cat in the backseat, murmuring words of comfort, while Jade drove, stealing a few glances in the rearview mirror.

"It's gonna be okay. We are here."

When you get home, you go out to the kitchen and get a glass of water and return to the living room, the scene you come across is one that you would love to see more often, in different circumstances.

Cat was on Jade's lap, her red head buried in her neck, and her arms wrapped around your girlfriend, who was holding the tiny girl tightly in a protective, possessive way.

You sit on the couch, and docilely offer the water to Cat. She slowly unwraps herself from Jade, but remains on her lap, with Jade's arms around her.

She drinks the water quickly. She seemed calmer now. No more crying, just traces of tears in her cheeks.

You place an arm around her leg for comfort, more for you than for the redhead.

"Do you want to take a shower?" you ask in a low tone.

Cat sniffs, and nods.

"Yeah." her voice cracks.

You and Jade get up, to get everything ready for Cat.

And as she gets in the bathroom, you and Jade sit on her bed. Both of you silent.

Just trying to get your mind right and processing what happened.

"We shouldn't have let her go on this stupid date. You shouldn't have stopped me."

You sigh.

"She has to decide for herself."

"She got hurt, she was crying the whole fucking drive!"

You shush Jade.

"I know. I was there. Let's hear what happened first, we decide later what we do."

At this Jade gets quiet, then murmurs.

"I'm gonna kill that fucking idiot Monday."

"I'll help you bury the body."

Jade gives you a tiny smile and looks at you.

"Good."

It doesn't take much longer after this for Cat to be done and step into the room.

And when she comes back, you feel your heart expand. She looked so cute in Jade's clothes, a style completely opposite to hers and much larger to her small frame.

You get out of your head as she sits on the bed, in the middle of you. Silent.

Jade can't stand it and asks what Bruno did in a nervous and angry voice, but it wasn't directed at Cat. It never was.

Cat, contrary to what you think, doesn't withdraw, just smiles slightly and shakes her head.

"So what was it?" you ask in a softer voice.

Her eyes fill with tears, and she stutters a few times until she breathes and then speaks.

"The date was great, he's cute, affectionate, funny, but something was missing. A-and when he tried to kiss me, I couldn't, I couldn't. I just ran. I can't do this anymore. I can't try to give my heart away when it already belongs to you two."

Your eyes widen. You freeze. Your heart stops for a moment to begin try beating it's way out of chest.

What the fuck?

Jade is the one who recovers faster.

"What?"

Cat sniffles, and straightens up, head lifting and eyes sharp, serious, but still sweet. Everything about Cat was sweet.

"I like you guys. I don't want to ruin your relationship, or our friendship, but I can't deny it anymore, I have to say. I… I love you two. You always look out for me, and you make a point of making me comfortable, you make me laugh. And I feel this strange and pleasant way around you that I can't, won't feel with anyone else."

Seconds of silence pass, until Jade surprisingly - maybe not - kisses Cat and whispers:

"I've been waiting to do this."

Coming out of you frozen state, you touch Cat's chin and gently turn her face towards you, slowly, giving the redhead space and time to deny it. But no, she lets herself be guided and kissed. Brief. Just a move of lips.

So, you let her go, smile, and say.

"We've always been here for you."

Jade adds.

"And we always will be."

"Oh so you're saying you were waiting for us to make a move?" Jade turns to you, with the smuggest face you've ever seen. "So we shouldn't have done nothing? Uh."

You groan.

"I was wrong, okay? I'm sorry."

"There is nothing sweeter than being right."

"Not even Cat?"

You both turn to the red head, Whose's ducking her head.

"Okay. You're right. She's sweeter."

And as Cat blushes, Jade smiles and pulls her in for a kiss.

And, right after, you pull Cat for a kiss and murmur against her lips.

"Definitely sweet."

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

REQUESTS FOR TLOU

Hey! I now have started writing for Dina, Cat, Ellie and Jessie for the first time! So if you have any requests for any of them please send them in and I will get to them as soon as I can!

[in-a-tizzy]

Hi.

I just watched The End.

*leaves this here and runs*

Cat x Reader

No beta, we die like they thought they were gonna

This is it.

It’s the end of the world.

The rain drenching your fur was hardly noticeable compared to your situation.

Cat’s plan failed and now you were all going to die.

Not that you blamed him, it wasn’t his fault the lightning struck the worst place possible. 

Hell, you were still amazed at what you all had done with such little time. 

Even if it was all in vain, Cat’s leadership and inventiveness managed to bring you all together for something great.

It was one of the things you loved about him.

Another one of the things you’ll never get to tell him.

Another one of the things plaguing your mind as you sit atop the edge of the cliff where CatDog’s house once stood.

Not that you’re only one pondering your life choices at that moment. Even the Greasers sitting at your right are lost in thought.

That is, until Cliff speaks up.

“My real name isn’t Cliff… it’s Clifford,”

I guess it’s confession time now.

As you look back and forth, everyone is coming clean about something. 

Then a gnawing feeling grows in your stomach as you look at the feline sitting next to you, staring off into space.

You try to ignore the idea that enters your mind and flushes your face, but it’s almost impossible. 

It only gets worse as Shriek confesses her love to Dog and smooches him dead on the lips (to which he promptly faints).

You glance once more at Cat, then to the lovestruck poodle, then at your tight grip on your fur.

You think it over once more and sigh.

Well… it’s now or never.

You just wish you could look up from your paws and into his eyes.

“Hey, Cat?” 

“Yeah?” 

His voice was raspy, like he could break down into tears at any moment. 

You suck in a breath subconsciously and…

…

Before either of you realize it, your lips are pressed against his. In reality it barely lasts a moment, but it feels like an eternity for you two. A beautiful eternity.

Your faces barely move from each other when it’s over, the feeling leaving you both breathless.

There are no words spoken between you, not even when you finally bring yourself to open your eyes, and find his staring deep into yours and widened with… surprise? Fear? Disgust?

You don’t wait to find out, and soon you’re sitting alone behind the scrap heap that was your saving grace, waiting for it all to end.

…

But it never does.

When you look up at the night sky, it’s clear, the clouds shifting with haste to reveal the shimmering heavenly bodies above you.

Your emotions clash terribly as you fixate on the stars and strangely, not one of them is the joy that you’re still here, and alive.

It’s all too much for one person to take in.

Perhaps that’s why the last, and first man you wanted to see then sat down next to you. 

The only acknowledgment he got was the sudden pink on your face, you felt even more embarrassed that you couldn’t bring yourself to say a word, or even take your eyes off the world above.

“So…” 

He fidgets with the damp grass as he tries to gather his words.

But two faint words spill out from you before he can even start, so faint the feline doesn’t catch them.

“I’m sorry…”

You repeat yourself barely louder, but this time he understands.

“Why are you apologizing?”

He got you there. The tears that start to flow from your eyes wouldn’t let you speak even if you had anything to say.

That’s when you’re brought into his arms, face pressed into his shoulder, and you cry.

It’s not just feelings from tonight, years and years of longing spill out right then and there.

He doesn’t say anything, just rubs his paw up and down your back.

It feels like hours have passed when your sobs soften into silent tears once more, and his voice soothes the fire in your stomach.

“I’d say you should have told me sooner but… it’s not like i’ve been honest with you either,”

Were you hearing this right? 

He grips your shoulders and pulls you back so he can look at you. His heart breaks at the sight of your eyes, red and puffy.

“I should be the one apologizing for making you wait so long,”

More tears start to fall, but a different emotion propels them this time.

A lot of things happen at once, his paw meets the back of your head, he leans in and…

He’s here. And he’s yours.

He pauses only to whisper into your mouth.

“I love you”

[tojisun]

unwilling cat dad simon oh i need it so bad.

he’s a dog guy through and through but your cat keeps nuzzling her head on his feet, weaving her little body between his legs while he’s walking, and chirping at him when he plops on his spot on the sofa in your place, and who is simon to not fall in love?

he picks her up and drapes her on his chest, and he just melts when she begins to purr so loud or when she makes biscuits on his sternum. he swipes his thumb softly at the top of her head and she mews, tongue poking out, and simon’s face crumples because god she is a sweetheart.

he’d even start calling her his daughter. his child.

“my baby’s baby,” he’ll say and then show a polaroid picture he took of you holding your cat up.

“our kid,” and it’s a cat with a binky.

“little princess,” and it’s a cat asleep on the side of his face, her whole body curled like a croissant while she nuzzles at his cheek.

(simon brings his dog with him and your cat is besotted.

“aww, are you poutin’ cuz you’re no longer her favourite boy?” you tease and simon just sniffs, looking away.

you laugh, loud and booming, and simon picks you up and throws you over his shoulder in retaliation.

you hear a chirp and a bark, and god you wouldn’t trade this for anything else.)

[heartswithinreach]

sylus always answers your calls. always. no exceptions.

he could be in the middle of a gun fight or a messy interrogation but when he hears the inside joke of a ringtone he set for you, he uses his evol to shackle everyone in place while he answers, calm and collected as can be.

“kitten, it’s late in linkon — you should be sleeping. no, i’m not busy at the moment.” a cold glare is the only warning his enemies get to stay quiet. “what do you need?”

some of the world’s most powerful and feared men have had their final agonizing moments prolonged by listening to the leader of onychinus sweet-talk you.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Monster boy with a breeding and mommy kink that’s desperate to get you pregnant so he can be snuggled and taste your breast milk… he both wants to be pampered and spoiled and to do the same to you…

Maybe it’s a cat hybrid/werewolf that lost his mother when he was young and still has those kitten/puppy behaviors, wanting to knead and suckle on your breasts while you keep his knot warm.

Maybe it’s a vampire/elf that hasn’t seen his mother in centuries and just needs that affection and unconditional love, who wants to sleepily fuck into you while while you give him lots of affection and encouragement.

He just loves you, you’re his mate, his lover. You’re the only one that can make him feel so soft, so fuzzy and warm inside. He calls you mommy/mama when he cums, and just wants lots of snuggles for aftercare.

Tell him he did a good job, and how much you love him… he really needs to hear it.

Thinking… thinking about this a lot…

[nanami1chu]

Someone please write about Cursed Cat Alastor!!

He’s so ugly but funny looking at the same time it’s cute! I want him lmao ❤️

[kanekisfavoritegf]

full fic here

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin Humps his sheets unknowingly when he dreams about you.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin swore off dating when working as a sorcerer until you came into his life.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin asks you out politely, despite the fear of being incompetent due to his lack of not only sexual relationships but emotional ones too.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin would offer to make you dinner at his place, and drink wine on his couch by the fire place.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin is absolutely mortified when he cums in his pants after you kissed him for the first time.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin is comforted by the way you treat him the exact same after he explains his lack of physical and emotional experience.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin finds himself pinning you to the couch and kissing you harder, keeping you down with his hips and making sure your legs are wrapped around him as he does so.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin doesn’t even care that his already stained pants seem to be getting worse as he rubs into you because you are letting out the sweetest moans for him.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin would beg you breathlessly between wet hot kisses and needily to teach him.

Teach him how to be your perfect lover in more ways than one.

[dmitriene]

cw: hybrids, dubcon (?), trapping, knotting and things.

dog hybrid simon riley that tries to mount you, it's not his fault, it's his owner who's responsible for bringing a sweet, docile kitten in the house that already has a big dog, he's never showed his affection to any possible animals around, even to his own specie, how he should, but upon meeting you, soft, supple thing with groomed tail and fluffy ears, he remembers he has a cock to stuff and breed.

you expected him to scent you and then forget about you, after all, he's a scary dog, and the man that took you promised that he's lazy and wouldn't even bat an eye at you, but as soon as your feet touched the floor, simon bumped you down on the parquet floor with his whole, heavy weight, pressing his rugged mug between your legs, huffing out a terrifying, pleases groan, his tail wagging left and right.

it's led to you almost clawing his eyes out, hissing and scurrying as far away from him as possible, threatening that you'll slice his face if he'd try it again, defensive little thing, a sight that pulls a lopsided grin to his pale lips, making your fur stand up on your ears and body, forgetting about trying to make up friends, knowing best than talking to this horny mutt.

yet simon plays it off, acts as apologetic as he can, tucking his excited tail between his burly legs, lowers his ears down, almost manages to do these honeyed, puppy eyes when he passes you across the house, getting under your fur, by helping you, giving you his sleeping place while the owner orders a new one for you, even stoles some treats for you from the kitchen.

anything, just to lower your awareness of him, making you warm up to an unruly mutt and feel comfortable with and beside him, pushing his inappropriate behavior to pure curiosity, seeing that he ain't trying to do something like that again, even through there's a sleazy murkiness to his eyes you can't piece together, until your heat doesn't hits you.

you come to him willingly, padding from your bedding to his, where he's all sprawled out, deep asleep with rumbling snores, and your mind to hazy to comprehend what's happening, why it's so hot, why you're all leaky between your furry, supple thighs, plopping beside him with loud, needy purrs, as you rub against his whole body, ass perched out with your pretty, curving spine.

simon knew you'd come, waited for your heat to struck, for you to seek him as your comforter, nuzzle your adorable face with whiny mewls in his thick palm, he's not a patient dog, and he won't torture you by acting like he's asleep, so he rises and tugs you close, pressing you into his bed, making you arch sweet and sharp enough to present your needy, fluttering hole, messy with dripping slick.

he eats your pussy properly, messes his whole maw with your slick and creamy cum, nose pressed in your silken, soaking fur, while he flattens his rough, thick tongue against your puffy folds and bumpy, swollen clit, slurping down on you when he nudges at your slit, licking further to your clenching hole, stuffing you with at least something for a short time, preparing you for his knot.

you welcome his chubby cock properly, your hole tight, yet so slick that simon is able to sheathe himself along your rippling, pulsing walls in couple of squelchy slides, flicking his finger against your throbby, little bud of nerves, looking at the way you purr and meow in pleasure as he stretches you out, filling you so full your soft, little tummy bulges out from his girth.

simon will knock you up, knot your tight pussy nice, making you claw at his wide shoulders while he slobbers over your fluffy, plump tits, rough tongue torturing your perky nipples, suckling wet kisses on your tender body, that would be even more so after he'd make sure you're pregnant with his chubby pups, as you keen his name and plead him to breed you.

ears pressed tight to your head, flicking at each pound of his engorged, fattening cock in your leaking hole, rutting his thickening tip against your cervix, your spongy spot rubbing against his veiny shaft rapidly, making you writhe, turning his wide, muscular back in a mess of bleeding crescent scratches, as your long tail wraps around his leg, brushing against his thumping one, accepting simon's popping knot with pitchy meows and gushy hole.

your pregnancy would be an owners problem by the morning, when he'd stumble across you tucked against simon's solid chest, purring in your peaceful slumber after being sufficiently filled with loads of potent, thick cum, morning air filled with guttural, protective growls and clogging scent of sex, and it's seems like it's wouldn't be easy to make simon stay away from you from now on.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[monstersholygrail]

oh to be a mouse hybrid toyed with by a cat hybrid who just wants to see you squirm in every way

Ooh when the Cat Hybrid’s owners told him they were getting him a new little friend, you, a Mouse Hybrid were by far the last thing he was expecting.

He wanted another cat to mess with, to play with… to mate with. But he couldn’t stop himself from noticing your plump round form scurrying about the house or the constant skittish look in your eye as you surveyed your new home. Perhaps you would do.

From that day on he would terrorize you mercilessly. Chasing you around the around the house when your owners were gone, saying he was gonna devour you when he finally got his claws into you. Backing you into corners just to see the delicious terror in your eyes. Plopping his large form right on top of you so that you couldn’t escape him even as you scrambled desperately to get away.

It was never ending and as much as you wanted to say you hated it, it felt far too good. The Cat hybrid severely underestimated you, forgetting you too were a hybrid with all the same perks. You could smell his desire in the air every time he chased you. And you had grown addicted to the scent. To feel so wanted and yearned for, especially during the chase, nothing else could compare.

He would only ever mess with you when he felt like it so you figured you might need to give him a little push. Using yourself as bait you use your owners creaky stairs to your advantage. As soon as the first step creaks, the Cat hybrid’s head snaps up from where he’s perched. His eyes meet your wide ones for only a moment before you’re bolting down the stairs.

As soon as you hear the pounding of paws behind you, you smirk wickedly knowing your plan had worked. Cute little squeaks leave your mouth as you run throughout the house, narrowly trying to avoid being caught. He should’ve realized how much you like this. You’re much faster than him after all.

After rounding the next corner you wait a moment for him to catch up. Seeing a flash of fur and then you’re off. The Cat Hybrid pauses for a moment as he realizes what you had just done. What you’ve actually been doing this entire time.

Adrenaline pumps through his veins as he chases you at lightning speed. He’s catching up to you in no time and by the look of genuine alarm in your eye he knows this wasn’t a trick. Instead of his usual antics he pounces on you, sending you both tumbling to the floor.

“You messin’ with me, little mouse?” He growls in your ear, his body pinning you to the hard wood floor. You don’t even bother to squirm, your heart beating out of your chest as you stare up at him.

Before you can even blink he’s shoving his hand down your pants and swiping his fingers through your folds, your slick drenching them with how aroused you are. He chuckles lowly, rumbling purrs vibrating into your chest and straight to your core.

“So this has been a game to you, huh? A bit of foreplay before I inevitably snap and fuck you dumb.”

You find you can’t even answer, panting breaths escaping you as you rock with his hand that’s slowly rubbing against all the right places. He devilishly smiles and pushes two fingers deep inside you, causing your hips to jolt as you cry out.

“Well, sweetheart, you’ve done it. I’ve snapped,” he says with a menacing snarl as he pumps his fingers roughly against your walls, his claws just barely scraping them and setting your nerves on fire.

You try and be as good as you can, staying perfectly still for him as he fucks you with his fingers, but your small reaction only seems to infuriate him further. He picks up pace, licking and nipping at your throat until you too break and your moans echo throughout the empty house. A secret smirk plays on lips.

That is until the Cat Hybrid plays a trick of his own. Pumping his fingers inside you, drawing you closer and closer till you’re just about to fall off that edge when he suddenly stops and withdraws. You whine, squirming now as you begin to beg for more.

“I see through you now, sweet prey. You won’t be winning this one.”

You only start to realize your mistake as he starts fucking you with his cock, the large length stretching you so good. The natural curve hitting the soft spot inside you perfectly. Then he starts doing to you exactly what he did with his fingers. Bringing you up to the edge and then pulling you right back.

He’s as merciless as he is when terrorizing you and in a way he’s doing just that but in a whole new way that drives you more insane than the chasing ever did. Eventually you’re a sobbing mess, your tears and your arousal forming two separate puddles on the floor with how in need you are right now as he starts up again.

You jump as the sudden sensation of his wet nose nuzzling into your neck, his purrs even louder now. You immediately cling to him, meeting his thrusts and trying to chase your growing orgasm before it’s taken away again.

“Do you think you’ve earned the right to cum for me now?” The Cat Hybrid asks and you whine, nodding rapidly.

You feel his grin against your skin before he pulls out and starts slamming his cock deep inside your cunt. His intent clear before he even says a word. But when he does it’s like music to your ears.

“I agree. Cum for me, mate.”

This time as you get closer and closer to the finish, he doesn’t stop. Instead, his hands slips down and rubs tight circles into your clit. Your orgasm breaks through almost instantly and you scream as you milk his cock for all it’s worth, sending him right into ecstasy with you.

But the sound of the car door doesn’t leave either of you much time to bask in pleasure coursing through you. Luckily the Cat hybrid takes the lead, maneuvering you both as he curls around you, keeping you stuffed full of his cock but hiding any of the evidence. You’re too weak to do anything but shift into how he molds you. Making it appear as if you two are asleep and cuddling in the hall.

“Aw, look at them. Finally getting along,” you hear your owners say who are none the wiser to what’s really going on.

Cat Hybrid bf rocks his hips, snapping them back inside you quietly and forcing a squeak from your throat. He chuckles under his breath and nuzzles into you, not planning on moving away from you for hours. Wondering how many more orgasms he can rip from your tight pussy.

[kentopedia]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hii, could u please do n 51? I looove the way you write

(Hey! Thank you for reading my writing! Anyways, here ya go! Enjoy!)

As Long As I Have You

Cat sat in the middle of a party, dancing bodies all around her.

She watched with a burning cigarette in her hand as Ellie and Dina danced hand in hand.

That used to be her. 

That used to be her and Ellie.

But she lost her, Cat was in love with Ellie.

But Ellie wasn't in love with her.

It always had to be fucking Dina. But, who could blame her?

"Okay. I know that face, and stop it." Cat finally snapped out of her hopeless gaze on the couple.

She finally lifted her eyes to look up at you, following just as you sat down on the arm of her chair.

"Doing what?" Cat scoffed, trying to play it off as she took another hit of her cigarette.

"The 'Why couldn't it have been me?' shit, Cat." You bluntly stated, getting a small smile out of her.

"Come on, how long are you gonna beat yourself up because of her?" You asked, Cat leaning onto your arm.

"I'm not beating myself up." Cat tried, deflating as you laughed sarcastically.

"Yeah, right."

You didn't say anything else, watching Cat carefully as you saw her eyes wander.

They once again found Dina and Ellie, you then looked wide eyed as they both kissed.

You could feel Cat freeze, you felt bad for her. Who wouldn't?

"Cat, come on." You finally spoke up, having enough of it and dragging her out of her chair.

Cat didn't argue, you didn't know if it was out of sadness for what she saw or shock.

Cat only registered she was dragged away when she felt the old air hit her face as you dragged the outside.

"Why out here? It's cold as shit." Cat asked, leaning onto the wall with a hand in her pocket as the other held the cigarette.

"Because, you would've kept staring." You shrugged, sitting on the wooden railing.

Cats eyes fell to her cigarette, watching it burn in her hand.

You noticed her silence, and her longing look as you sighed at your friend.

"Come here."

Cat looked up to see you waving her over to you.

Cat hesitated before she finally moved, standing between your legs with her head on your shoulder.

Cat felt your fingers weave into her hair as you rubbed her head, getting a sigh out of her.

"You know what's funny?" Cat asked with a scoff, getting a hum out of you.

"I actually fuckin' loved her." Cat admitted, almost as if trying to fight tears.

If you were anyone else you wouldn't have noticed the crack and sniffle in her voice.

But you weren't anyone else. And you did notice.

"I know, Cat. I know." You hugged her, feeling her arm snake around your waist.

"But, she always loved Dina. Even when we were together it was "Dina this" and "Dina that"" Cat rambled.

"Until she broke up with me because she said "Dina keeps avoiding me because I'm always with you." Cat scoffed as you listened.

"Then she doesn't deserve you, Cat." You cut off her rant, pulling away to cup her cheek.

Cat didn't meet your eyes, keeping them on her cigarette.

"Hey, listen to me." You patted her cheek, successfully getting her attention.

"She broke up with you. So what? You gonna let that fuck you up?" You raised an eyebrow as she rolled her eyes.

"The Cat I knew who ranted about never letting someone break her heart?" You asked, amused as Cat laughed at the memory.

"Forget about her. Forget about Dina. It's gonna be okay," You reassured with a small smile, finally getting one in return.

"I know. It's just hard. And look at me. I'm a mess." Cat laughed as she rubbed a tear away.

"A hot mess." You smirk and laugh as Cat punches your shoulder.

Cat then yelped as you almost fell from the railing, catching you.

You both looked at each other surprised before you burst out laughing once again.

"You asshole!" You cursed, still giggling at her.

"You asked for it!" Cat defended, snaking her hand around your waist once again as she dropped her cigarette.

"Yeah, yeah, okay then."

Cat shook her head, finally happy again before she rested her head against your shoulder once more.

"Want me to beat her ass?" Cat backed up, looking at you shocked before laughing.

"Yeah, she would beat you the hell up." Cat sarcastically stated.

"Yeah, you're right." You laughed along so much your sides hurt.

You finally hugged Cat back, savoring the time you had with her.

"You're an idiot." Cat stated as she rested her chin on top of your head.

"Yeah, for you maybe."

Cat realized something right then with a smile on her face.

So what if she lost Ellie to Dina?

As long as she had you, Cat would always be okay.

Because you were the best thing she had ever been given.

[moechies]

cockwarming w/ toji !! 𝜚 𓈒 kitty hybrid

toji’s kitty girlfriend who purrs when she feels too good :3

impaled on the fat girthy cock of your beloved owner, wet slick pasting his strong thighs and soft cunt throbbing against his plump balls.

you gently groom the slight stubble on his soft chin, dragging your tongue over and over against his jaw, humming and purring with delight.

your thighs shiver gently below, and toji feels it; the way your soft skin trembles against his waist. he’s entertained with his new pet, and enjoys her grooming but doesn’t forget about her bad habit; her sharp little claws dug deep into his back, drawing strings of crimson blood.

he would tell you to stop, pull the soft endearing hands of your own away from his skin, but he can’t fathom the pouty look on your face if he were to do so. a nervous glimmer in your eyes as your ears fold back when you realize what you’ve been doing to hurt your sweet master, and all unintentionally because you were caught up in the overwhelming pleasure of getting to groom and warm him.

“cuteee fuckin’ kitty, aren’t you?”

so he lets it by this time, lets you continue your kitten licks to his face, sneaking in a couple long kisses against his top lip, or the corner of his mouth. he pulls you close when he feels your little body vibrate gently against his own, consistent and satisfied purrs accompanied by honeyed chants of, ‘i love you, master’ s.

toji chuckles, scratching gently behind your ear and stroking the soft fluff. he thrusts above out of the blue, girthy cock bottoming out fully and impaling your poor cunt. you squeal unexpectedly, nails digging a tad deeper into the man’s back. he hisses at the pain, but laughs it off in mere seconds.

he looks below, attentive to the way you purr against his chest, face hidden against his fat tit. you purr loudly, along with short breathy moans, ones you try to cover up with heavy breaths in hopes they toji won’t hear.

“m-master.” you purr, holding back pants.

“what is it, kitty?” toji grins, hand moving from your waist and coming up to your neck. he fidgets at your little bell of a collar, engraved nicely on the metal in a bold cursive, ‘return to toji fushiguro if lost ♡.’ he smiles at the memory that plays of your sweet self when he first showed you the endearing gift.

“wan’ it, please, wan’ you to fuck me.”

“oh? that’s so dirty, sweet thing.” he teases, lifting your face by your chin to face him. your cheeks flush and your lips are pouty, and you’ve never looked cuter.

“n-not true. wan’ your milk, daddy.” you whisper with a sly smile, eyes lidded as you resume your gentle purring.

“is that right..” he mumbles. he thrusts up once again, moving himself forward so that you’re leaning against him, hands pressed against his chest.

“how does this little kitty want it ?” you assume he’s referring to you, but instead he drags a heavy finger from your soft butt, tracing against your skin to reach your soft belly; landing right above the imprint of his cock. his digit presses on the budge slightly, making you squirm before he moves down to your cute pussy, leaving swipes across your pearly clit.

“master—“

“tell me, pretty little thing.”

“from behind, please, doggy. wan’ y’to fuck me from b-behind, ‘kay?”

“oh, aren’t you just so sweet.”

you hiccup, feeling the man’s large body splay across your back as you’re placed gently on your arms and knees. his cock doesn’t dislodge from you once, fat tip nudged snugly in your cunt as he flips you over. your face plants into the soft sheets, knees melting into the mattress with the man’s added weight.

“doggy.. ironic, huh?” he laughs.

“stooop it..” you purr into the sheets, fur clad tail tickling at his soft skin.

his hand wraps around the base of your tail, tugging it up high for easier access. he watches how your milky pussy throbs erratically around him, rim of your stretched cunt a tad shade darker.

slick drools from your soddened holes against your thighs, transferring and coating his cock and the scruffy hairs against his shaft. your folds perfectly accommodate his cock, wrapping neatly around the man’s girth.

your butthole sits above your pretty pussy perfectly, clenching ever so often at the vulnerability of the position, and how you can basically feel the man’s eyes boring into your cunt, and chubby butt.

“master— hnn… no more staring please, w-wan’ you to fuck me !” you shimmy your butt closer to his pelvis, moaning when you press yourself impossibly further onto his dick. “m-master! pleaseee..!”

“shh calm down, little pet. y’r gonna get what ya want, i promise.”

your tail wraps around his forearm, leading his hand to your waist. you gaze back at him with lidded eyes, glimmering in the dim light with coated, pouty lips. “master—“

“settle down, now. trust me, this little pussy’s gonna get what she wants.” he leans over, catching your lips in a heated kiss. “..and this one too.” he mumbles against your lips. you feel the corner of his mouth curl, scar dragging across your lips as he brings a thumb against your clit.

[tojisun]

imagine travelling for your job and coming home to simon (big and beautiful and mia-for-two-months simon) holding your cat up like one would carry a baby. they’re standing by the balcony door in your living room, watching the people who are walking by.

“uhm,” you begin, shocked and exhausted. “what…”

simon turns just enough to meet your eyes. “m’teaching sasha how to be observant. little girl didn’t even blink when i walked in.”

“you don’t have keys to my place.” you lick at your chapped lips. “you shouldn’t have keys to my place.”

“i know,” he grunts, adjusting his hold on her. sasha just plops her head on his chest again, her tail slowly swaying behind her and her big eyes slow blinking at you.

you give her your own slow blink and you wish you could pick her up from simon’s arms but—and here’s the issue—you still don’t understand why he is here. why is he back?

“did you break into my home?” you finally ask, quiet and anxious.

simon just sniffs, patting sasha’s rear, and looks away. sasha lets out a purr.

“simon—!?”

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for @vgilantee

A/N: Thank you so much for commissioning again! And specially for trusting me with an idea to write it as I want, means a lot! <3

Request: fem/afab cat hybrid reader and first time taking werewolf boyfriend’s knot?

Plug you up to shut you up

Werewolf x cat-hybrid fem!reader || dom/sub undertones, phone sex (kinda), edging, orgasm denial, knotting, oral sex

“It won’t fit,” he told you for the thousandth time.

“Yes it will,” you argued, also a for the thousandth time. Your tail moving around in agitation. You weren’t asking much of him, just for his knot. You two had been dating for a few months, you deserved to be stretched and stuffed, didn’t you?

“No it won’t. Stop asking about it, you’ll get hurt and I don’t wanna hurt you.” His worry was adorable and you wanted to hug him about it, but also scratch his face because he was being way too nice about it.

“I won’t get hurt!” You argued again.

“Yes you will, you are tiny and your pussy is just too tight for it to fit.” His voice was exasperated, like he was arguing with a kid, or like he was a dom arguing with his bratty sub… Which was pretty much what was happening right there.

“Pretty please…” You asked, looking up at him, blinking slowly, trying your best innocent look.

“No,” he repeated. But you saw a hint of a smile in the corner of his lips. He was going to agree, you just needed to try a bit harder.

“Pleaaaaaaaaase…” you repeated, pouting. You caressed his chest slowly and acted all coy. He loved when you did that.

He sighed. “Ugh. I hate you.”

You jumped, happily and hugged him around his middle. “No you don’t, you love me so much you are going to stuff me with your knot.”

He grabbed your wrist and kissed you until you were out of breath. When you broke apart, he told you: “Okay, but we need to do some prep first.”

“What kind of prep?” You asked, already suspicious of his intentions.

That’s how you found yourself wearing a plug in the middle of the day. He bought some kind of special plugs that were made exactly for your purpose. There were five of them and you were supposed to change them during the day leading to the knotting. He did a lot of research before buying them and was so serious about it that you couldn’t be mad about it. He was adorable, like a puppy.

He woke you up earlier that morning, knowing he had to go to work, just so he could eat you out and plug you with the first size. It was a bit uncomfortable to move around, but you could deal with it. It was fine. You made breakfast and worked for a bit before he video-called you.

“Hey darling, what do you want?” You asked, busy with your latest drawing. You had a deadline soon and wanted to do as much as possible as fast as possible.

“It’s time for you to change the plug,” he reminded you. There was an edge in his voice, the exact same edge as the one he had when he was ready to push his dick inside of you. Fuck, how was the tone of his voice so fucking hot? Being madly in love with a werewolf was fucking with your brain, you now got wet when he talked. Just talked. Insane, you were going completely insane.

“Yeah, right. Will do,” you answered, not paying too much attention to him as you reached to end the call.

He stopped you. “Hey wait! I want to see.”

You looked back at the phone like he grew a second head. “What?”

“I called so I could see as you change it. I want to see.” His voice was pleading, but demanding. The idea of him calling you just to see your pussy was making you all kinds of hot and bothered, and it was annoying. But you agreed, because it was making you all kinds of hot and bothered. Fuck, you wanted to cum so bad.

You positioned your phone so the frontal camera was looking at your pussy, your face extremely red as you parted your legs. You could hear his intake of breath as you parted your lips and he saw the base of the plug still inside. His grunt of pleasure made you whimper as you pulled the plug out. Your pussy gaped as he groaned.

“Fuck, kitten, look at you. It looks so puffy and swollen for me. You are going to look so pretty wrapped around my knot.” You blushed harder, trying to insert the second size without knocking off the phone. You whimpered again when it made contact with your swollen clit. “Fuck, do that again. Touch your pretty pussy for me, kitten.” His growl was so deep it made you groan. You complied, running the plug up and down your slit and getting it all wet. You were so ready to come you wanted to beg. “That’s enough, kitten. You can’t come, remember? I told you that this morning.” You whimpered, but obeyed. You wanted to be a good kitten. You pushed the plug inside, feeling the stretch but still comfortable with it. “Good job, you are doing perfectly. How does that feel?”

“Go- good.” Your voice broke down when you lowered your leg and the plug pressed against your G-spot. Fuck. This one was going to be harder.

“I will call you later for the next size. Love you, bye!” His cheerful nature annoyed you to no end. He called you, got you all hot and bothered and then had the audacity to forbid you from coming and then hang up on you. Fucking werewolves (affectionately).

It went exactly like that three more times. Each size up was harder and harder to adapt to. You felt so stretched and needy you wanted to grind against every single surface, unable to sit down since size three. You had been standing around, trying to clean but failing. Every time you bent down to pick something, it pressed against your G-spot and you saw stars. When the fifth plug was inside of you, you couldn’t hold it anymore and had to call him.

He picked up at the second ring. “Please… Please come home. I- I need…” You whimpered, unable to keep talking.

“I’m on my way, go strip and wait for me on the bed. Face down, ass up. Be a good kitten for me.” He instructed. You followed his instructions without even processing them. “Don’t hang up on me, talk to me, tell me what you did today.” You could hear him walking around, closing the door to the car. The anticipation was killing you.

You tried to tell him, to distract yourself so you wouldn’t grind onto the bed until you came all over yourself. You told him about your new project, about the art supplies you wanted to get, and he listened and asked questions. Without realizing he arrived home.

You heard the door closing as he hung up the phone and ran to the bedroom. You were exactly how he instructed, face down, ass up. Your tail was going crazy from side to side waiting for him. You felt on the edge of the biggest orgasm you’d ever felt, and he was just standing there.

“Please…” Your plea broke him out of his stupor, tearing off his clothes as he approached the bed.

“Good goddess kitten, you look good enough to eat. Are you ready? Do you still want this? You can say no.” He was always so sweet that you wanted to cry, but at that moment it infuriated you.

“Knot me already!” You cried out, more than ready. You always appreciated when he asked stuff and asked for consent beforehand, but in that moment you were beyond any questioning, you wanted to be filled. You wanted to be stuffed with his knot.

He didn’t comment anymore, he lowered his pants and threw them someplace behind him. You could hear something breaking, but you didn’t care. He slowly but surely took the plug out as you cried out his name, grinding back against air as your gaping pussy dripped with fresh juices. You were so turned on you could cry. Maybe you were crying already. You couldn't feel anything apart from his hand on your hip and the tip of his cock at your entrance.

He didn’t ask anymore. He pushed right in and you groaned, coming instantly around him. Your claws tearing through the bed sheets. He grunted behind you, not stopping. He held your hips secure as your arms went limp under you and you face-planted to the bed. He kept fucking into you and telling you how pretty you looked, how good your pussy felt around his shaft. You came at least twice more before you felt the knot forming.

“Do you want it? Tell me you want my knot, kitten.” His voice was soft and demanding, and it made your insides melt. You loved that stupid werewolf so much you could squeeze him until he disappeared. But right now you needed his knot more than anything.

“Yes. YES. Knot me!” He didn’t wait anymore. He pulled your tail up, making you scream as he pushed his fat knot inside your pussy. Your eyes crossed and your brain turned off. The only thing you could feel was the stretch of his knot and the first shot of his cum deep inside.

“Does that feel good, kitten? Do you like to be so full you can’t even talk?” He chuckled at your blissed out face. “Guess it does, you love it, don’t you?” He rolled his hips and you opened your mouth to say something, but you could only drool in pleasure, too fucked out to even control your saliva. Embarrassing. But so fucking good you could die impaled on his cock and you’d die a happy cat. “If I had known all it took for you to shut up was to fill you to the brim I would have done it sooner.” You tried to argue with him but when you opened your mouth the only thing that you could do was moan as your eyes rolled back into your head. It was insane how big he felt inside of you, how stretched you felt. It was like you were going to break apart, but at the same time, his knot was the only thing keeping you together.

By the time the knot went down, he was still grinding inside of you, your pussy raw and abused. It felt like pain and pleasure mixed in the most excruciating sensation you’d ever felt. As soon as his knot deflated, he was there, tongue and fingers and playing with your used hole. He licked and sucked and made out with your pussy until you were coming again. And then another time. Your body couldn’t hold you up anymore, and you gave up trying.

“I like you like this, limp and fucked out. We should do that again.” His voice was cheerful and animated, and you wanted to scratch his face for being so fucking annoying. But good lord if you didn’t want to be fucked like that again. “I take that groan as a yes,” he said with a laugh.

Ugh, fucking werewolves.

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