#catboy yowling

[transscatboy]

Everyone in my family says they love me.

They don't love me, they love her.

They love the idea of her, not who she really was. Because she wasn't miss perfect pretty pink and sparkles even before she died.

They say it would be better if she lived and was just a lesbian, but she said she was gay and they rejected her. Said she was too young to like girls and she'd grow out of it.

She did grow out of it. They hate him for it.

[thelurchinghound]

Bunnyboy! Reader x Catboy! Oc

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Gender: Male (Can be cis or trans)

Idea: Based on a tweet I saw of a cat and bunny licking each other and one comment saying that cats give licks to show dominance and bunnies receive licks to be shown dominance, so they both think they are in charge.

Kinks/Warnings: Slight nsfw but it's marked, mostly just some small fluff of two dumbasses. There is a small mention of being in heat though so yeah.

A/n: Currently getting requests done, I didn't expect to get so many :') but I love every single one of them I get. Literally giggling and kicking my feet when I get them.

Oc(s) used: Casey (catboy) | Words: 560 | Proofread? No | NSFW? Slight

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Imagine, bunnyboy! Reader x a catboy! Oc. The reader gets brought home after Casey's owner notices the catboy getting depressed after the owner has to be away for extended periods due to their job.

At first, the two don't like each other, or well Casey hates the reader being around while the reader chooses to stay away from him. Casey thinks his owner is trying to replace him with a little runt. He will try to make the reader's life a living hell. Chasing the bunnyboy around, pranking him, stealing his food, biting him, and breaking stuff so he could blame it on the reader. Casey acts like a complete ass around the reader while being a little angel for their owner.

Both boys fight over random stuff and try to assert dominance over each other. This leads to scenarios like the reader lying on top of Casey or Casey rubbing his scent against the reader's stuff. Also, Casey will lick the reader to assert his dominance, but since the reader is a bunnyboy he thinks that Casey is showing submissiveness, so both of them think they are in charge.

Casey gets very protective of the reader and starts bunting the reader. He slowly starts getting used to the reader, showing more affectionate gestures. Casey even tries to copy how the bunnyboy shows affection. He starts to follow the reader around, trying to take up as much of the bunny's attention as he can. The catboy starts to use pet names like bunny, prince, runt, squirt, fluffy, etc. He still will tease the reader but in a more playful way and not trying to be mean.

He will try and court his bunnyboy, bringing him his toys or some random mouse he caught. With the reader often waking up to a dead rodent on them and Casey licking their ears while purring. If that doesn't work (but who wouldn't fall for someone bringing you dead rodents), he will try to swoon the reader with large gestures. Making breakfast for his bunny, cleaning up after them, grooming them more, bringing them more toys, massaging them, etc.

Slight yandere and nsfw after this:

He gets so obsessed with the reader that if his bunny gets taken, he starts to go full meltdown mode. It doesn't matter if it is just for a vet visit or a walk in the park. Casey won't stop yowling and crying for the reader, scratching at the doors and walls, even trying to escape to follow his bunny. When the reader is back, he smothers them, holding them close while rubbing his scent all over them. Casey won't let anyone close to the reader. The only exception is their owner (who isn't present most of the time).

Casey won't force himself upon the reader at all. Even if either of them are in heat. But if his bunny lets him help with his heat, he's bouncing off the walls. He will be top or bottom, no preference. If the reader offers to help with Casey's heat, he melts then and there. He wastes no time tearing off his clothes and presenting himself.

Alright, bye see y'all later

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ./づᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.~♡︎

[heartfullofleeches]

I just know that catboy V doesn't stop staring at cow reader's titts

Dead ass V is yowling outside their door with a bowl in his claws going on about how he had a terrible nightmare and how he can't go back to bed without a fresh bowl of milk and cuddles. It was really scary - so he might need milk straight from the tap if they both want a good night's rest. Sleeps with his hands up their shirt and his eyes are glued to their chest every waking hour

[tonycries]

daddy Tony is NAWT a furry 😔 (no hate to furries I think they're cool asf)

thats the story now, but what about catboy satoru,,, u still not a furry when he comes meowing and purring and waving his tail while he knocks things off your desk and mews pitifully with his big pleading eyes when you get stern with him,, likes to lick you for grooming purposes,,, whines for you to brush his fluffy white hair for him like he's incapable of doing it,, flops helplessly on the bed like he's not 6'6" and cries for you to rub his belly but rlly he wants your hand on his dick,,, yowls when he goes into heat because he just doesn't understand why he can't stick his pretty pink kitty dick inside his favorite person in the whole wide world,,,

[vampcubus]

Catboy Ten-Ten has been more dick-ish than usual.

He keeps knocking all your potted plants onto the floor, spills coffee onto your expensive electronics, and chews up all your charging cables to name a few things. Additionally, he’s been ridiculously vocal these past few days, yowling into the wee hours of the morning, depriving you of sleep, and often garnering the ire of your neighbors.

He keeps running off when you open the door to go to the mailbox or put out the trash—you’ve strongly considered putting him on a leash. Sometimes, he disappears for hours on end, often resurfacing on your doorstep with his ears flattened, lips pouting, and random scratches littering his body.

When he is around, and he’s not fucking up your apartment or getting into it with the neighborhood catboys, he’s more aggressive affectionate than usual. He bunts your phone out of your hands so he can stretch out on your lap and siphon all your attention. He swipes the remote and your Switch under the couch so you can’t find them. He follows you around the apartment, maneuvering between your legs with each step, trying to trip you up. You can’t even pee without him having to be perched on your lap while you’re on the toilet.

Recently, he’s started this thing where he sneaks up on you in the kitchen while you’re washing dishes or prepping dinner. And his hands are always so cold as they sneak beneath your blouse in pursuit of your breasts, but you always swat them away. And his nose is glacial, too, as he roots it along your neck. And he nips you none-too-gently on your neck sometimes as if trying to mark you. You’ve gotten used to his wandering hands and the neck kissing.

But suddenly, he’s started this shit where he ruts against your backside, digging your hips into the counter, pinning you between the sink and the rough press of his body. And he purrs little obscenities into your ear while he does it, making your body warm all over because he is incredibly hard against your ass, and you don’t know how to deal with this because he’s you’re goddamn pet.

But the, I’m going to breed you’s and the Wanna fuck you until my balls are empty are starting to wear you down. Doesn’t help matters that it’s been a while since you’ve gotten any, considering Tengen runs every potential fuck buddy away with his possessiveness.

HSSHSISJJS BUNNY!!! 😳😵‍💫 god i need him in my bed IMMEDIATELY. i would fold so quickly. just pressing him to the nearest surface and fucking him since he wants it so damn bad, hoping if you empty his balls like he’s begging to that he’ll cease being an insufferable pain in your behind.

oh lord his loud, deep purrs when you finally take him inside you, knees digging into the lacquered wood floors as you bounce on him. all the while he’s mumbling and digging his claws into the meat of your hips and thighs, trying to jerk you up and down his impressive length in time with his desperate humps from below.

even after he’s cum once it’s not enough to placate him, his large hands grabbing at you.

“hurts…” he grunts through gritted teeth, his slitted magenta eyes hazy with lust. “please.”

and your brows raise in disbelief, because your sassy kitty never bothered with manners before. but now as your tight cunt strangles his throbbing cock, he’s determined to stay connected by any means necessary. even as the drag of your walls over his oversensitive dick feels raw, and makes him hiss, he bears it, holds your hips flush with his.

when i tell you every on surface…

[gabessquishytum]

Pretty cat boy hob would definitely also turn his house into a kitty red light district.

Dream is clawing out his hair trying to control him.

At first, when he was newly rescued by Dream, hob was thin and jumpy and too hungry to really think about his other needs.

But once Dream gets him all fattened up, hob’s hormones turn back online. He definitely loves his kind, handsome owner the most but that’s just not enough for him…Dream works long hours and hob gets bored.

Suddenly all the strays are at Dream’s door panting after his hob. Cori yowls outside the door until hob just lets him in while Dream is away at work and Dream finds him pounding hob into the rug for the fifth time in a row.

Hob lets himself into the neighbors house and Dream has to go pull him out of their bed. Even destruction, the dog boy down the street, jumps the fence because hob was sunbathing in the yard with his pretty little arse in the air, just waiting for some attention.

Dream is at his wits end. How is he supposed to keep his new cat boy safe, when he is so excited to get bred, and clever enough to make it happen? He’s going to have to employ stricter measures.

I didn't know that I needed slutty catboy Hob in my life before, but I do now!!

The trouble is, he's absolutely adorable and Dream is besotted with him. Now he's chubby and shining with good care and feeding, who could possibly resist? Hob’s large bushy tail and fluffy ears are so appealing. And he's terribly good at wiggling out of all the nice outfits that Dream buys for him...

But the priority must be to keep him safe, and so Dream invests in a chastity belt. A nice one with comfy padding, but nonetheless very secure. There's only one key, which Dream intends to keep on a chain around his own neck.

Hob yowls when first presented with the device. His beautiful brown eyes fill with tears and he immediately jumps to sit on the back of the sofa. He promises that he'll be good - he'll stop being so slutty, he really will! He really doesn't want to wear the belt. But Dream is firm. He collars Hob and straps him in, then clicks the padlock shut. Hob looks so utterly betrayed. He slinks off to the spare room, and won't even come out for his dinner.

Dream is definitely public enemy number one in the neighbourhood now. Several local catboys and dogboys make their protests known by pooping on the front lawn. It takes several days for Hob to stop sulking, too. Eventually he gets so worked up he simply crawls into Dream’s bed and presents himself, while very quietly begging to be fucked. Dream gladly puts him out of his misery, and the next day Hob is more or less back to his usual self.

There's still the problem of what to do while Dream is working - but he thinks he might have come up with a solution. Perhaps it's time to take Hob of his birth control, and to give him some kittens to take care of. He's so eager to be bred, maybe the answer is just to give him what he wants?

[tashacee]

Thought randomly popped in my head after you mentioned you ised to be in The Witcher fandom: how would Geralt react to the Hero's Aspect AU?

Oh man writing this was so much fun

School of the Cat

Geralt sighed as he made his way through the forest. This was ridiculous. He had no idea why he was doing this. He was wasting his time and he’d be the laughing stock of Kaer Morhen if his brothers knew.

Jaskier had come running up to him in a fit of panic, having gone to take a whiz in the night.

“GERALT!” He’d shouted. “There’s a giant cat man monster in the woods!”

Geralt had… not really known what to say about that. Except that giant cat man monsters categorically did not exist. But Jaskier didn’t seem very pleased by this response.

Which was why he was now walking away from their camp and into the woods, in search of a

He sighed. Was he really doing this?

…in search of a giant cat man monster.

For fucks sake. Jaskier probably startled a badger or something. This was ridiculous.

But here he was regardless.

He rolled his eyes. Five more minutes and he was heading back to camp. Back to his nice warm bedroll and a bit of blessed sleep.

To his left, something cracked. Geralt whirled around, his pupils dilating to see better in the darkness and-

Well shit.

That was a giant cat man.

Huh.

Geralt wasn’t too sure about the ‘monster’ part. The guy was big, sure, but he was also well dressed with some nice jewellery and his hair was brushed and tied back.

The cat man was holding up his hands as if to show that he wasn’t dangerous, his eyes wide and blue as he looked at the Witcher.

“Uh.” Geralt said. Shit, he was no good with people. “Hello.”

The cat man looked relieved, his tail - wow okay yes he had a tail - coming out from where it had been tucked between his legs.

And he… started gesturing.

Fuck.

Geralt was pretty good at languages. He was pretty good at sign. He understood common sign, both varieties of hen llinge sign, he even had a pretty strong understanding of dwarven sign.

This was none of those.

Uuuuh…

Geralt tried common and then both variants of elvish to see if the cat guy understood him. But he only looked confused and gave a frustrated meow - and fuck, THAT was not the sound he expected to come from this seven foot tall cat man.

Catboy tried what was clearly a different variant of sign. Then another. Then- FUCK!

Geralt barely rolled out of the way in time as the cat man made the sign for Igni and a jet of flame shot out from his hands.

In fairness, though, he seemed fairly horrified by it himself, letting out a screeching yowl and scrambling backwards and tumbling to the ground. Well, at least it hadn’t been intentional. Clearly. Though Geralt had NO idea what language he was trying to use if he’d accidentally signed Igni.

The cat man was doing something else- fumbling at the offending arm and -

What the FUCK?

He literally. He. He ripped his arm off. And threw it into the underbrush, yowling.

“Hmm.” Said Geralt, slowly standing.

The he cat man was still sitting in the undergrowth and looking suitably freaked out, which was fair. He was clutching at his shoulder where he had pulled his arm off and - ah. Yes. There was a stump there with an old scar cutting through the fur. The arm must have been a prosthetic.

Geralt stooped and picked it up from where it had been thrown, and immediately his pendant began to hum. Hmm. A magical prosthetic then - that would explain how it moved so well at least. L

He turned to the cat man and held it out.

“I’m Geralt.” He said “want your hand back?”

The cat man nodded meekly and took the arm back, purring in thanks as he slotted it back into place. Fuck. How on earth had Jaskier ever mistaken this guy for a monster? He was quite literally a pussy cat!

“Fuck.” Geralt said, because that was essentially his version of ‘hello’. Looked like he’d made a new friend. “You can… come back to our camp if you want? Till you find… whoever you’re looking for?”

The cat man perked up and nodded. This was going to be fun.

-

Jaskier at least had the good graces to be embarrassed by his earlier reaction and began to dedicate himself to trying to figure out what their new friend was saying.

They were more successful than Geralt expected. Jaskier managed to figure out that the catman was called Wild and that he was looking for his brothers. And Wild, as an apology for startling him, began to cook.

And DAMN he could cook. Geralt wasn’t sure he’d ever had food this good.

Wild could stay. It was official. He was wonderful. If his brothers never showed up Geralt wouldn’t be too mad, as long as he got to eat like this again.

-

But of course, all good things must come to an end. Wild’s brothers showed up and were categorically NOT cat people. As it turned out, neither was Wild, normally, apparently he just fucked around with a cursed object and found out.

Still, the week they’d spent travelling with Wild had been a fun one, and he’d been sad to see the big guy go. Not just because of the food, though that had definitely been a bonus, but because he’d actually been a fairly chill guy.

Geralt smiled as he rode off. At least Wild had managed to leave something with him. The strange slate at his hip had been able to create pictures more detailed than the finest oil painting and he had taken one of him, Geralt, and Jaskier one night. They’d been halfway through eating and both the Witcher and the Bard looked fairly surprised, but it was a fantastic picture. And Wild had managed to materialise a copy and gift it to him.

And Geralt knew that while all things must end and everyone eventually parts ways, he’d treasure that picture forever.

[konigsblog]

Please kitty reader and kitty simon are so :(((

Simon yowling and growling at you when you clench on his cock too hard, poor thing overstimulated but still wanting to go, his rut and your heat started together and he wants to use this opportunity and breed you with his kittens :(

He'd have his ears pinned flat against his head, growling and swatting at Price or catboy Soap when they tried to get close to you during mating, you two having to move around and finally find a quiet and safe place where you can mate and breed in peace and be only around each other, your sweet mate♡

growling as your walls continue to tighten around him, your soaked pussy coating his fat cock with your slick, juices dripping onto his thighs, leaving him sticky. you're a whiney mess, babbling as your bounce on his cock, your tail puffing up as arousal pools at your cunt, pulsing and squeezing, burying your face in his chest :(

his rough yet soft, scarred paws playing with your soft ears, rubbing them causing you to whine and meow, his fingers teasing your clit. coating his tangled fur in your wetness, grasping at his coat, rubbing your scent onto him and claiming him, his natrual musk filling your nostrils, intoxicated off his cock, scent and words :(

[birdbrain-npts]

Snow Leopard NPTs

Pt: Snow Leopard NPTs /end pt

Names: Alaska, Alba, Altitude, Apricity, Aquilo, Arctic, Blanca, Blizzard, Boreas, Chione, Crystal, Demetria, Freeze, Frost, Frostbite, Ice, Icy, Janara, Leo, Leopard, Miyuki, Neve, Nevis, Nueve, Pan, Panther, Panthera, Permafrost, Snow, Uncia, Viola, Winter, Xuĕ, Yukina

Pronouns: altitude/altitudes, blizzard/blizzards, cold/colds, fluff/fluffs, freeze/freezes, frost/frosts, frostbite/frostbites, ice/ices, leo/leopard, leopard/leopards, nature/natures, perma/permafrost, permafrost/permafrosts, snow/snows, spot/spots, whisker/whiskers, ❄/❄s, ❄🐆/❄🐆s, 🌨/🌨s, 🏔/🏔s, 🐆/🐆s, 🐾/🐾s

Titles: he that can see through snow / blizzards, he who is adapted to the cold, he who is protected against the cold, he who jumps up high, he who lives in the snow / mountains, he who meows / yowls / purrs / chuffs, he who walks along cliffs, he with fluffy fur / a long tail, he with sensitive whiskers, the [ silent / solitary ] hunter, the catboy / catgirl / etc, the danger kitty, the ghost [ of the mountains ], the snow leopard [ cub ], the spotted ( noun )

* he / him can be replaced with any pronoun. ( Noun ) is supposed to be replaced with terms like boy or cat

Text in bold is Names, Pronouns, and Titles respectively

Requested by 🌸🎉 [1/3]

Tagging @id-pack-archive and @npt-archive

[transscatboy]

I got super fem stuff for christmas - fancy bras and perfumes and stuff. And I'm grateful but why? Why did my parents say they didn't want to get me clothes etc because they don't want to get me something I'll never wear (fair) but then get me bras and girls underwear when they know I pretty much bind exclusivley and wear boxers. I wouldnt even care about the underwear but they are like pink and shit and I can't. For the next god knows how long my Mom's gonna guilt me into wearing the bras and perfumes and stuff because it was a gift, and then I'll be the bad guy for chosing to bind. They got me a fucking deodorant set that was 'for her' - are they fucking for real?? They knew that's the kinda shit I would notice. They know I only wear men's deodorant etc. (Unless there is none available) I only ask for men's deodorant yet they actively chose to get me a set explicitly for women. Why would they do that? Whywhywhywhywhy

They could've just not done that. They chose to do that. They chose to make me feel like this. They would rather me feel like this than admit that they have a fucking son. What is wrong with them? How am I considered selfish and pushy for wanting to be respected but they aren't when you do shit like this. fuck them fr

[lakemojave]

Does catboy micolash yowl instead of howl? Also how did that joke start? It doesn't fail to crack me up.

I dunno the idea of a cat boy micolash kinda came to me in a dream when I was writing my botched bloodborne video back in 2021 and my artist friend drew it for me at the drop of a hat

Also yes of course he meows

[aphrodisiashana]

me: everyone wants a catboy until he shows up at ur workplace from separation anxiety and yowls miserably

[satancopilotsmytardis]

22. "Show me how much you need me" and a kink huh..... Maybe...begging? or choking? Idk have some fun!

(I'm still in the process of writing my comments for network btw it was just to good and I've fallen in love with it, so thankyou for writing it and sorry the comment is taking so long!)

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: E

Contents: Catboy!Dabi, mating cycle/heat, begging, implied marathon sex, sex toys, multiple orgasms, petplay, feminization

Dabi's life is a joke. Some sick, cruel god thought it would be funny to make a creature that wasn't made to survive and then Dabi spent every second fighting against that asshole's will to make it anyway. And it always sucked. Want a great quirk, kid? Too bad, burn on a mountain. Oh, you survived that? Replaced and homeless. Huh, you're still alive, and you've managed to get a good thing going with a little found family of criminals? Oops, you're a cat now. 

Because yeah, in the middle of the skirmish in Deika, Dabi had gotten blasted by a wayward quirk during his fight with Geten. And he's a cat now. Or more accurately, he's a heteromorph now. He was lucky he didn't get a big lungful of the gas because it would have turned him entirely into a cat if he had. What's less lucky is that the retractable claws, slitted pupils, fangs, tail, and extra ears are permanent now. Should have worn off after a couple of hours, but according to Ujiko, due to the skin grafts and treatments he received in his coma, you know, when he'd been considering turning him into a nomu, his body was more susceptible to changes like this. Which was the doc's nice way of saying he'd fucked around with Dabi's DNA and made his cells ready to receive some new code, but he'd escaped the hospital before that happened and this quirk had gone and filled in the blanks. And without extensive gene therapy that would take months, if not years and may prove fatal, Dabi was stuck like this. He's a cat now. Fuck his life. 

That's not to say being a cat is all bad. He definitely hadn't wanted to be a cat. But the inhanced senses are nice, and holy fuck does fish taste better now, plus getting pet is awesome-- even if Tomura is the only one he lets do it because it makes him purr like an idiot. Of the curveballs he's been thrown in life, this one has been one of the least horrendous, so he sucks it up and moves on with his life. And everything is pretty normal for the most part. They get things resituated with the PLF, he adjusts, and things are actually better for the League than they have been, possibly ever.

Until he starts waking up at night with the others pounding on his door telling him to shut up. Actually, they had been nice about it the first couple of times, asking if he was hurt or having nightmares or something, but he hadn't known what the fuck they were talking about. Absolutely thought they were gaslighting him as some kind of prank before Toga showed a recording of his door, and the awful loud feline yowls that had been coming out from the room, cutting out only after she pounded on it to wake him up. He has no idea why he's been, apparently, screaming in his sleep. He hasn't even had all that many nightmares lately, certainly not often enough to account for a solid week of screaming. 

He also starts to have the urge to rub his cheeks against things. His phone, his pack of cigs, the pillows in his and Duster's bedroom, the rest of the League. Keeps getting distracted and nuzzling against them, which they're being better sports about than the yowling thing. Even if he does hiss at them when they try to pet him while he's doing it. Usually snaps out of it at that point and excuses himself to be mortified elsewhere. He also keeps finding himself outside. Just walking. Keeps catching himself trying to scent the air like he's looking for something, and it doesn't do him any good. He can't find what he's looking for and he ends up back in the villa incredibly cranky and angry that he's going back to an empty bed. And then the cycle starts again. It's so bad and strange, that when Duster is finally finished with his latest round of treatments, Dabi goes to the doctor's lab to pick him up, just so he can see him as soon as possible. 

He gets there and finds Ujiko in the tank room with their new batch of High Ends, his lover out of sight. "Ah, he's sleeping off the sedation from his last treatment. Once he wakes you two are free to go." Dabi is about to go find somewhere to sulk until then, but reluctantly asks instead, 

"Been feeling weird lately, Doc, you got a minute?" Not thrilled that the mad scientist who was preparing to make him a monster is his only source of medical attention, but he's Dabi's only source of medical attention so he's going to suck it the fuck up. 

"Of course!" Hates how excited the mad doctor sounds about that and takes Dabi to one of the actual rooms and makes him sit on the table like he is a real doctor and Dabi is in for a normal check-up. The doctor draws blood, goes through the usual steps, and Dabi tells him about the weird cat behaviors that he's been dealing with lately while one of his weird advanced machines processes his blood. He doesn't like the way that his brows creep higher and higher as he speaks, but Ujiko just tells him, "Let's see what your bloodwork says." 

When that's ready, he reviews it and makes those humming 'ah fascinating' sounds the whole time which only serves to make dabi more irritated, his ears pinning back and tail flicking as his claws bite into his pants. 

"It seems as though you may be experiencing a... heat of sorts soon." 

Of every fucking thing that the doctor could have said to him, that is not one that Dabi would have guessed in a million years. "A what?" His brain reboots quickly, "That's not possible, aren't heats for girl cats?" 

Ujiko hums in agreement. "They are. Traditionally male cats don't have a mating cycle as such-- but they can react to a female cat's hormones even from quite a distance. There are other feline heteromorphs, it's possible that you're reacting to those pheromones, someone may be bringing more in through the villa, or, perhaps," and his tone changes to a little more careful in a way that sets every one of Dabi's nerves on edge. "There is some behavior or stimulus that you have been in contact with frequently that has had a... placebo effect, making the newly accepted cat DNA a bit confused about which behaviors it should be exhibiting in regards to sexual presentation." 

Dabi is about to make him fucking elaborate on that when the door opens and Duster comes in. Always is a bit paler after spending a week with the doctor, but he's dressed and got his prosthetics on, so he's probably ready to go. Blinks when he sees him. "Firefly, what are you doing here?" 

That's it, my pretty pussy, purr for me. 

Such a good girl, kitten. Taking my cock so well. 

Needy little thing, arching your back so cute. Pushing out your pretty tits. Just begging to be fucked full, aren't you, princess? 

"I'm going to murder you." He says in loo of anything else. And Ujiko just clears his throat and moves along with Duster's pre-discharge check-in. 

///

They get back home and go through work with Dabi hissing and snarling at Shigaraki any time he speaks to him. Duster, for his part, once Dabi had told him what the doctor said to him, had just looked vaguely amused about the whole situation. And the worst part is, the doctor was definitely right about the pseudo-heat. Because as soon as Shig is back, even though Dabi wants to be very, very justifiably angry with him, he's immediately so horny that it's distracting. When he's not actively snarling at his lover while they're in catch-up meetings, he's biting the insides of his cheeks bloody to keep from purring at him, or yowling, or trying to rub up against him to put his scent on him. And he's barely keeping himself from getting noticeably hard the longer the meetings go on. He's going to lose his mind if they aren't finished with this soon. 

It's a big surprise when, instead of him breaking and just forgetting the other lieutenants are very much in the room in favor of climbing right into Tomura's lap, that it's Toga who suddenly gives a loud, agonized groan and whines, with her hand covering her nose, "Can we please be done now?" And he realizes abruptly that her sense of smell is as strong as his. He hisses at Duster for making this situation even more mortifying. Shig looks between the two of them with clear amusement and concedes, dismissing everyone with a wave of his hand. Then he stands and gestures for Dabi to follow. If he weren't fucking gagging for it, Dabi would have told him to fuck off. Instead he immediately follows after him, an embarrassing feline whine slipping out of his throat in plain earshot of all of his co-workers. Spinner and Twice start to howl with laughter, but he's gonna have to kill them after he gets Tomura to rearrange his guts. 

As soon as the door to their room is shut, Dabi is pressing up against his lover. Loud, needy yowls leaving him as he rubs his cheeks against Tomura’s, against his neck, over his shoulders. And he's already hard just from the press of their bodies and the smell of his lover in his nose. Can't stop himself from grinding his cock against him too so he can feel how badly he needs it. 

"Oh, kitten," mewls so loudly when his hand goes to his hair, scratching nails just right around the base of one of his secondary ears. "After how rude you were before--" 

"Tomura," he whines. 

Catches his ear and gives a mean little tug. Just enough to hurt, and that almost makes Dabi's legs drop out from under him, his arousal spikes so sharply. Barely been alone for a minute and Dabi is so desperate that he'd happily cum in his pants, fucking his lover's thigh just to get some relief. "You really are just a needy whore, a bitch in heat, aren't you, princess?" 

"Yes, sir," he agrees immediately. His whole body feels hot. Not the way his quirk normally makes him, but in a tingly way that is making an ache expand out across his skin. Centered at his-- he gives a mortified little mew. Oh god, he's empty and that hurts. He needs Sir's cock inside of him. Needs his cum inside. 

Tomura's smiling at him, that lazy, mean smile that already turns him on nearly past the point of coherency when he's not in some animalistic state of mind. "Show me how much you need me, kitten." And Sir steps out of his space, watching him expectantly. 

Show? His mind feels hazy. He can do that though, he can show his mate how badly he needs him. His hands are shaking as he starts to shrug out of his clothes, made even harder because he can't put away his claws, but he manages to start shedding layer after layer until he's naked as he moves as fast as he can over to their bed. He's frantic as he grabs their lube and yowls loudly when he sees Tomura taking his sweet time to come over to the bed, chuckling as he undoes his tie. Fine. Dabi scrambles onto the mattress, trying his best to make his claws go away, but when he can't he gives up. Gets on his knees, spreading his legs wide, his tail pressing up along his back, and his shoulders and face against the sheets. His cock is throbbing and dripping a steady stream of pre, so much that he's already making a puddle on the bed. He whimpers loudly and uncaps the lube. Can't open himself up with his claws out, but he still spreads it over his hole. The first touch of fingers there makes him moan desperately and nearly forgets himself in the need to be fuller. Only is stopped from tearing himself open because Tomura's hand wraps around his wrist and pulls him gently away. 

"Oh, kitten, that badly?" 

It's all so overwhelming. He's never felt like this before. Is a slave to the needs of his messed up body again. Dabi can't help it. He lets out a weak sob, nodding his head as bloody tears slip down his cheeks. Tomura makes a soft worried sound, but then there's the rustling of fabric and the mattress dips. He presses along the length of Dabi's body, peppering kisses to the back of his neck. "Okay, princess, you're being such a good kitty, I'm going to help."

 And then there are fingers against his hole. Dabi purrs as they sink inside of him, trying to sniffle and choke away the tears. But he needs it so badly. Normally the stretch of his mate's fingers is needed before he can have anything else, but he needs to be full. His fingers aren't enough right now. Dabi rocks back against them, mewling and making a whole litany of feline sounds in his desperate need to be given what he really wants. Gasps, and whimpers, and sobs louder when Tomura shushes and pets him, kisses along his back, wraps his hand around his cock and starts to stroke him slowly and deliberately. But it's not enough, and Dabi accidentally sinks his claws into the back of his hand when he reaches to get his touch away from there. He needs more in his cunt, not that. Just needs to be fucked full. Get his mate's cum so deep inside of him, oh, just the thought has him meowing pitifully. 

"My pretty kitten," definitely worried now. "Are you hurting, baby?" 

Dabi manages to nod with another sob and Tomura coos and shushes him, fingers pulling out of his needy body much sooner than he normally would think necessary to take his big cock and the rough fucking Dabi needs so, so badly right now. "I'm going to help you feel better," he promises. "Going to give you exactly what you need, princess." 

And he finally, finally does. Tomura fucks him hard, Dabi purring and rocking back into every movement, pleasure so sharp it hurts, he can feel it pulsing everywhere in a symphony that sends his human mind so far away he can't do anything but let his instincts drive. His claws sink into the sheets, past them, into the mattress, and the sounds coming out of him are all animal. They don't mean anything to his mate, but to him, they're a constant spill of his desperate need. They echo around his skull, begging to be mated, to be fucked so full, to have his mate's cum pumped deep inside of him over, and over, and over again until he knows for certain that he's been fully bred. Dabi doesn't cum until he feels Tomura's release splashing wetly against his walls, and then he immediately collapses onto the bed, into the wet spot, fingers going to his now empty hole, wanting to keep as much of his cum inside as possible-- and only then realizes that that wasn't enough. That it didn't feel right as he pulled himself so quickly off of his mate's softening cock. It should have hurt. Something human tries to float up to tell him that, no it should not have, but his feline brain is positive it should have. That if it didn't then that means it wasn't right. He needs it again. 

He manages to get it another three times before his exhausted body gives out, but he's still not satisfied. It still felt wrong. And by the time Tomura has cleaned him up, even licking at his cheek to try and get him to purr, and put him into their clean bed, he's mewling weakly and crying again softly. 

Whatever amusement Duster had over the situation is long gone now as he pets him and holds him close, rubbing their cheeks together. "Dabi, can you tell me what's wrong? I can't help if you don't use your words, kitten." 

He sniffles, pressing in closer. "Wrong, n-not full enough. Hurt, Tomura--" stops with another loud yowl.

"What hurts, sweetheart?"

He shakes his head. "Need it, should hurt." And that makes Tomura tense against him, holding him a little tighter. But he keeps stroking his hair, soothing him, until Dabi falls into a fitful sleep. 

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He wakes up screaming for it again, looking immediately for his mate, but he doesn't have to. Tomura is climbing back into bed with him, and pressing gently between Dabi's shoulder blades. He immediately drops back onto the mattress, pushing his ass up the way he'd presented before. Oh! There's already something inside of him. It's not very big, but it's there, and his mate eases it out of him, letting Dabi feel that he's wet already too. He purrs like a chainsaw when he realizes that means he can have his mate's cock immediately. Tomura starts to press inside and Dabi sucks in a sharp breath. 

And then he moans so loudly he nearly loses his voice. Tomura's cock is perfect. It's so big, always big, but it has a different texture now something that's just the right amount of sharp so that as he fucks into his pliant, desperate body, it hurts the way he'd needed it too. He purrs so loudly, losing himself to how right it feels now to be bred by his mate. 

Manages to cum much more easily than he did before, and when he's all filled up with his mate's cum, his hole aches as he pulls out and that sensation quells his intense need. He's able to roll over and sees that Tomura is wearing a neon green cock sleeve, littered with modest spikes along the whole length of it. 

"Whuh?" He manages very intelligently. His mate leans down and gives him a kiss. 

"Read up on cat behaviors, thought this might help. Was that better, kitten?" 

Wraps his arms around his neck so that he can arch and rub their bodies together from head to toe, tangling their scents all together as he purrs and nods. 

Tomura kisses his cheek, and then rubs them together, making Dabi's purrs go even louder as his tail coils around one of his legs, as if he could get him any closer without having him back inside of him again. "When this passes we can stop playing with feminization, firefly. Make sure it doesn't happen again. I'm sorry." 

Dabi shakes his head. "Don't want to stop. Like being your pretty kitten," just the thought has his cock starting to swell again and his hole tightening unhappily on how empty he currently is. "But if I get pregnant I'm killing us both. No hesitation, Shigaraki." 

Duster chuckles, "I checked in with the doctor again, not a possibility unless you grow a lot of new organs, baby. You haven't felt any intense abdominal or pelvic pain?" 

"Uh-uh," 

"Then you're fine. Just going to keep being needy for a... little while." 

And the change in his tone pulls Dabi a little out of the contented floaty place he was at. "'A little while'? How long is that, Duster?" Tomura winces slightly. "Tomura Shigaraki," He demands a little more harshly. 

"...Could be a whole week, kitten." 

"You are very lucky that I need your dick in me again, or I would kill you." 

"I'm sorry, firefly--" "Dick, right now, Duster!"

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[catboybitchboy]

Werewolves

Just a whole pack of werewolves, all gentle towards their beloved little kitten except when they fuck me, then they're as rough as can be, pinning me to the forest floor with just one massive paw on my neck and shoulders that are COVERED in deep bitemarks, one cock stuffed into my hole and knotting me, another cumming down my throat and immediately moving over to let the next packmate have a turn with their new plaything, I'm on maybe my 7th or 8th orgasm, and I can scream and yowl and moan all I want, but we're in the middle of the woods, no one can hear a catboy moaning like the bitch in heat he is, so I can be as loud as I want, or rather, as loud as they want

[worlds-largest-juice-container]

catboy cafe startup is going badly all these lithe palid beasts keep yowling at me and pawing at my leg and then they do that cat stretch thing while they are holding the drinks and spilling them on the customers

im going fucking bankrupt man i should have invested my money better

[gabessquishytum]

i like the idea of catboy dream slowly showing up to hobs place for months until hob finally relents and lets him in, until a week later he finds out the real reason dream wanted a home was to have a warm safe place to have his kittens

Literally obsessed with this. Not to be a freaky bitch about it but hnnnngg the cucking kink element of this is so good.

Dream has been really sucking up to Hob at the New Inn for the last few weeks. Purring, chirping at him, showing submissive body language. He's such a pretty thing with his big blue eyes, fluffy ears and tail. Hob is convinced that such a handsome creature must have a home, so as much as he loves petting Dream and feeding him expensive wet food, he makes sure not to let him into his house.

But at last he finally does relent. Dream has been so sweet, resting his head in Hob’s lap and gazing at him. Hob is half convinced that the dear little thing is in love with him! His resistance finally wanes, and he welcomes Dream into his cozy warm home.

And it's not that Dream gets less sweet and loving... he's still very affectionate! He just clearly expects that Hob is his now, and Hob should follow Dream's orders. He wants the best food, the most comfy parts of the bed, and he practically demands to be fucked. It's endearing! And then suddenly in the middle of the night, Dream starts scratching at Hob and yowling, apparently unable to use his words. The bed is soaking wet and it takes Hob several groggy minutes to work out that Dream is in labour.

Hob's not mad about it to be honest. More just surprised, because Dream didn't look pregnant at all! Hob quickly gets with the program and safely delivers Dream’s three kittens right there in the bed.

They're quite obviously not Hob’s babies. But Dream has obviously decided that Hob was the best provider to help raise them and honestly, Hob is kind of turned on about the whole thing? Being manipulated by his cutesy little catboy is kind of the hottest thing that's ever happened to him??

And Dream is very pleased with himself. Hob is such a good daddy to the kittens and he fucks Dream so well. Dream’s got him trained to absolute perfection <333