#catgirl!reader

[yawnderu]

Realistic cat girl who doesn't like attention until she's in heat...?

Like usually a brat, yeah. But you know what cats are doing the second they're in heat? Ass in the face and SCREAMING.

Ghost goes and sits on the couch, cat!girl coming out immediately, Whining loudly, crawling into his lap and just sticking her butt into Simon's face and letting her arms hang off the couch, making air biscuits. All while just wiggling her hips, as if the position is much simon can work with.

(other than eating her out from the back <3)

Yes!! Simon's catgirl girlfriend absolutely dislikes his attention unless she's in heat💗

Simon's eyes were on you the moment you came strutting out of his bedroom, your hard nipples poking out of the shirt you were wearing— one of his shirts, which was still dirty and was previously in the laundry basket only to be dug out by your bratty paws.

He watches in amusement as you say nothing to him, simply offering him a half-lidded glare from over your shoulder as you set on his lap, flexible body taking a few seconds to switch positions, your bare ass right in his face, loud whines and purrs coming out of your body. He tries to move his head away, thinking it's simply one of your bratty displays of ''affection'', only realizing what's going on when you refuse to move, wiggling your hips in front of him.

“That bad, huh?” Simon teases, his calloused hand trailing up from your shoulders to your ass, seeing your back arch instinctively with his touch. You simply let out another loud whine until he gets the message, starting to lift up the shirt while his free hand keeps running up and down your spine.

“Fuckin' hell...” He whispers, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down when he realizes just how needy you are. He stares at your sopping pussy for a few seconds before adjusting your hips and leaning down, his tongue flicking out to taste your slick, his actions a mix of dominance and lust.

He can feel his cock getting hard from just tasting you, half-lidded brown eyes closing when he sees your arms hanging off the couch, fluffy paws making air biscuits while he eats you out. Your back arches just to press your pussy closer to his mouth, making Simon smirk as his tongue continues to lap at your sensitive cunt.

He shifts on the couch, his warm tongue delving deeper into your cunt, his actions becoming needier by the moment as if you're not the one who needs a proper fucking. His free hand comes up to spank your ass, only making your whines grow shamelessly louder.

“Dirty fuckin' thing, shoving your filthy cunt in my face...” He scolds playfully, wanting to see just how bad you were having it. Normally, you would've smacked him in the head with your paw for even looking at you for a bit too long, but right now? All you can do is whine, pushing your ass closer to his face.

“It's not filthy.” Your defiance shines through even when all your warm body needs is to get fucked by Simon, clenching around nothing when you think about having his thick, veiny cock inside you again. He lets out a soft chuckle before pushing you away from him gently, not even having the time to clean his mouth before you're straddling him, lips crashing against his as you rub your sopping cunt against his hardened cock, shamelessly tasting your own juices on his tongue.

[darby-rowe]

DALLY HOLY FUCK HAD A BIG BRAIN MOMENT

Dogboy!Billy would eat catgirl reader out for HOURS if it meant she’s calm and happy right right so in that situation he’s just being doing it for so long, he’s barely paid attention to himself or the fact that his bladder is full and he’s been rutting against the bed and eventually he can’t help himself and pisses, moaning through it and still lapping at her cunt :(

cw piss

dogboy!billy having such tunnel-vision when it comes to pleasuring catgirl and making sure her needs are met. he doesn’t notice until it’s too late when he’s groaning into her kitty cunt and feeling the sheets beneath him grow warmer and wetter. it feels just as good as if he were cumming in his pants though, his cock still rock-hard as he indulges in catgirl’s pretty pussy :((

of course it takes a second for catgirl to notice as she can hear the hiss of his stream and she’s just, “billy, did you piss the bed?”

and typical puppy fashion, billy can’t help but to look at her with guilty eyes.

little does he know, catgirl just finds it hot as fuck despite her looking annoyed. “just make sure and tell me next time when you have to pee,” she says.

[spideyhexx]

all of my dogboy!billy thoughts are dirty at the moment 😔 just thinking about him jackhammering catgirl and he’s panting and his tail is wagging all over the place and catgirl is just babbling “good boy… good boy…” as she gets fucked absolutely stupid… 😔

tummy flipped oh boy!

catgirl reader....okay, she would have noticed that he's been a little more touchy than usual, and she's indifferent to it like normal, but then has the realization that his increase in physical touch typically means he's very horny. And when he starts nuzzling into her neck, giving the kisses she likes, sucking on her sweet spots, it brings her into the mood.

but most of this is for him to feel good, which Billy relishes in because catgirl doesn't always express certain things through words, so when she's praising him directly like this, it's going straight to his dick.

Billy tries to be slow for her sake, but that more primal part of him takes over and he's got catgirl's legs bent, knees to her chest and fucking into her like he's trying to prove something.

panting against her face, giving her cheek the wettest kiss that she wipes off on the pillow, but her hands are in his hair and scratching behind his ear which makes his tail wag more.

Sometimes she'll try to act indifferent even when he's fucking her, like holding in her moans, trying to maintain a dominant hold over him because when Billy fucks her, he gets more puppy-ish sometimes, just completely adoring and desperate for her. But when he's going this hard and he's just all over her, she can't hide the fact that he's making her brain go a little dumb. And he loves it so much when she gives up on the act and really moans for him, gushes around his cock, mumbles over and over again about how much of a good boy he is.

It all boosts his ego and makes him wanna pound into her harder. He'd fill her up with his load and make sure she's orgasmed, pant against her cheek again and watch her intently as she comes down from it all, then immediately ask if he can do it again. Asks is the softest voice ever, face flushed, eyes dazed, and nosing at her chin.

[ilikeoldmen]

Love this so much. 😭

cat distribution system but make it simon and the catgirl that follows him home

he really tried to shoo you off when you tried to follow him but you didn’t seem to afraid of him, even when he stomped his heavy boot in your direction and glared at you. all you did was swish your tail in response and continued to pad along a few steps behind him

you purred and nudged your head against him, giving him your best innocent eyes so he’ll let you in and give you a warm place to sleep for the night but he just slams the door in your face with a scowl

he doesn’t feel guilty about it until later that night when he sees you shivering and trembling in the rain, still sat right outside his door. ears flattened to your head and your tail curled around yourself in a sad attempt to stay warm

simon sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before begrudgingly opening the door,

“In.” is all he says to you and you don’t need to be told twice, desperate to be off the cold, dark and mean streets even if for a couple of hours

“you’re out in the mornin’.” he grumbles, throwing a cushion from the couch at your feet along with a flimsy blanket

clearly that wasn’t good enough for you, seeing as he wakes up the next morning with a weight on his chest. he peeks down to see you sprawled out on top of him, soft purrs leaving your throat as you knead your sharp nails into his burly chest :(

[addedsugars]

I know none of my mutual will care about this but. I hate how in batman reader inserts they call a reader who's the sidekick for Selena Catgirl/Catboy or some shit.

Just call them Calico.

it sticks the cat theme, it's gender neutral, it parallels Batman and Robin's all black hero + colorful sidekick stic (imagining Calico actually has Calico colors) and it also parallels Batman and Robin's naming convention. Catgirl/Catboy as a name parallels Batgirl more than Robin which is hypothetically fine but barely ever the intention. 90% of the time I've seen Catgirl as a sidekick named used, it's used to be paired with a Robin or to parallel Bruce's relationship to the Robins. Most Robin's have green in their palette. Calico's are most associated with having green eyes. unifying colors!!

[spirit-lanterns]

Speaking of heats, Catgirl Reader gets pretty loud during hers, and she won’t stop until she gets the attention she needs. Unlike Bunny Reader who is usually more quiet and only thumps her foot when she needs help, Catgirl Reader is sliding up against her owners, meowing very loudly in human form and demanding she have sex now.

During her heat, you would most likely find her cockwarming someone’s strap while they’re busy, or whining to Ruan Mei for some heat suppressant pills until the week is over 😅

[cherry-romper]

Just imagining a cat-kaiju fem reader in the Defense Force, like a catgirl, I wonder what would the interaction with the others would look like? Some might be romantic and some might be platonic, and the reader and Bakko is like super close since they’re literally cats lol

Yeah, I went so overboard with this. Been desperate for someone to request something like this! Thank you!

Warnings; blood, death and cats :3

Contains; F!reader, fluff

Word count; 3637 (im so sorry)

At first you weren’t taken seriously. Yeah, you were a Kaiju, but you had the semi-appearance of a cat, permanently; tail and ears included. You went from a respected defence force officer to a cat-girl, it was like some sort of joke.

Captain Hoshina found it hilarious. He nearly passed out from laughing. “Hey, L/N, do you think you meow too?” he had asked you through hysterical sobs. His reaction was echoed by a lot of people in the force. Not only that, but many whispers also started, rumours and speculation rose from the force and eventually word got out the public that they had a cat-girl on the force.

You became a celebrity for all the wrong reasons. The force had tried to contain the hysteria of the public – they were not aware you were a kaiju. If they were to find that you were, both you and Kafka would be forced to retire and be weaponised.

This caused you to sink into a depression. You had been training so hard, your suit output power had reached 27% and now you were viewed as a joke. Cat-girls were seen as cute and small. They meant to look sweet and pretty. In many ways, they’re weak.

Kafka thought it was awesome that there was someone like him in the field. He adored that he could finally confide in someone about what he was feeling, and they would actually understand him. Secretly, he thought your partially transformed appearance was cute. He couldn’t help but admire the way your tail swayed when you were annoyed, or the movements of your ears when you overheard something. The same goes for Kikoru. She knew how strong you were even before becoming a Kaiju, she had nothing but respect for you. Even so, she teased you, amused at you new mannerisms.

Still, the same precautions were taken with you as were with Kaiju no.8. You were taken to a facility and assessed by none other than Gen Narumi. He wasn’t pleased you’d interrupted his gaming; he’d already made his mid up you weren’t worth his time. Once again, you’d fallen victim to the cat-girl prejudice.

“Let’s get this over with,” was the first and only thing he’d said to you before he began his assault. He couldn’t land a single hit. Your reflexes matched his own, even with his kaiju foresight. His original estimations of your power were now overshadowed. “Uh huh,” he had said, looking you up and down in disbelief. Your fortitude? 9.1.

You stood defensively, your arms in the shape of an ‘x’ in front of your face, clawlike nails ready to parry Narumi’s weapon. You were only able to transform your eyes, ears, forearms and calves; you were on the defensive. You panted slightly, his attacks had been fast and heavy. Your human body wouldn’t have been able to keep up with him, but your Kaiju form took it with ease. Granted, Narumi wasn’t going all out, if he had he probably would have destroyed the testing room, you included.

A newfound respect formed in that moment. You were deemed Kaiju no. 16. Though it would only last if you showed him results. Gen allowed a trial run for you on the field. Given that Kafka was already in the First Division, Gen had you transferred back to the Third Division, under Mina Ashiro’s command.

Mina was secretly thrilled to have you in her division. You weren’t aware of it at the time, but many of her officers looked up to you, since you held your own against Narumi, so she was pleased you would be there to inspire. Hoshina also had some more respect for you, he was amused that you had humiliated Narumi.

Iharu, along the others, thought you were awesome. You were sung with praises when you arrived, they even through you a party. Swarmed by your friends, you were overwhelmed with emotion. Perhaps the first few days of isolation had caused you to form a narrative in your head that people didn’t like you. You yourself, had prejudices against cat-girls. But here, now, surrounded by such love and admiration, you saw that there was no room for such biases in the defence force.

During the party, many questions were thrown your way:

“What are your abilities?”

“Do always you land on your feet like a cat?”

“Can you see in the dark?”

“Do you eat mice?” – Hoshina

“What can you use your tail for?”

“Do you have paws?”

“Do you have fur?”

“Can you jump really high?”

The simple answer to all those questions was: “I don’t know”.

You hadn’t really had time to test out your abilities, nor had you ever fully transformed. Fear caused this, denial of it being real and resentment for yourself. Yeah, being a cat-girl is cool on paper, but you were a Kaiju. It wasn’t sunshine and rainbows as many people had been thinking.

***

Before being deployed in the field, you were to be trained but Hoshina himself. He needed to know your abilities in detail, so he could personally dispose of you if necessary.

Much to your surprise, Reno and Ihrau, offered to help with your training too. They wanted to help since you were their friend, but also wanted to see how well you could all worked together. Since they had experience fighting alongside Kaiju no. 8, it was approved that they would help with your training.

You first day was one-on-one with Hoshina. Today’s training was all about fully transforming. You had outputted a fortitude of 9.1. partially transformed. Now was your time to show off what you could do without being afraid.

Hoshina had told you “I’m not going to hold back. If I hurt you, that on you. Do everything you can to stop me. I want to see what you have to offer. Show me who you are, L/N.”

Once again, you could only partially transform. Hoshina slashed and slashed at you, but you parried him every time, your claws as sharp as his blades. Your internal monologue was doing overtime. Please was the only word you repeated, over and over again. Desperately reaching into the depths of your core to find the strength to fully transform. All the while, Hoshina’s blades rained hell on you relentlessly. He was in the zone, completely set on forcing you to transform, giving you no other option but to harden the skin on your chest as he triple-attacked.

Your chest now covered in white fur. You’re joking, you thought. Staring down at your chest you ran your hand over the fur. So soft. But how does fur stop Hoshina’s blades? Fingering deeper into the fur, you felt the skin beneath. Rock solid.

“So, you do have fur,” Hoshina mused. He took note of the sour look on your face, he figured out quickly there was a part of yourself that resented being a kaiju. “Stop.” His voice pulled you out of the trance you had been in. Confused you tilled your head to the side, cocking a brow at him. “You’re thinking too much about it. Stop. If you start thinking like that on the field, you’re dead.”

He was right, you had to pull it together and swallow your pride. At the end of the day, you were more powerful in this form, whether you liked it or not.

Now more focused than before, you got low, mirroring the captain, and mimicking a cat on the hunt. Good, he thought, she’s locked in.

You circled each other, prowling low to the ground. Your field of vision grew, making it easier to take in your surroundings. Your catlike ears amplified Hoshina’s breathing, you could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Your nose changed also; your nostrils took in Hoshina’s scent. It was almost like you could smell excitement coming off him. A low growl came from your chest, you felt your mouth twist and morph, a shining set of canines sit snug in your mouth.

Baring your new fangs at the captain, you snarl, daring him to come closer. The captain took your warning as an invitation. Faster than before, he dashes over to you, his swords shaving off bits of your fur. In response, you harden more of your skin, the fur now covering your thighs and neck. Your claws parry him ceaselessly, desperately trying to keep him at bay. Your enhances senses helped you predict his movements. He was fast, but you were faster. Using the strength of you legs you run across the wall, getting behind him. Raising your leg high in the air, you bring it down on Hoshina, but he is nowhere to be found.

You were certain you’d manage to switch the narrative. “Going from defensive to offensive so quickly?” Hoshina stands next to you, his blade to your throat, a glimmer of pleasure in his eyes. He sizes you up, a smirk growing on his face. “For a cat, you look pretty good,” he chuckles. Taken aback, you look down at your arms, they’re covered in fur. You gasp at the sight, clawing at your face to feel the same soft texture. Heat rises in your cheeks, your ears standing on end and tail wagging rapidly.

“I’ve never seen a cat blush before,” Hoshina teases, you promptly tell him to shut up, not before he begins laughing again.

You did it. You fully transformed. Fortitude? 9.8.

Still standing on two legs, your feet looked like paws. They were big but well rounded, the pads on the bottom were cushioned making it easy to travers rough terrain. Your calves and thighs were well defined, this added to your strength and agility; you felt like you could jump higher than the clouds. Your tail was dense and strong, it could easily hold up your weight if needed. You still had hair on your head, the same long hair you had before only now, it was a smokey grey. Your eyes were a beautiful ice blue and your fur a snow white, patches of dark grey spotted your coat. Looking up at Hoshina cautiously, you started “I’m…Am I…”

“A snow leopard” he finished. How amusing, he thought to himself.

Before the two of you could continue, Bakko burst through the door. The tiger kaiju mewled and pounced around, clearly happy to see another feline Kaiju. Bounding up to you, he rubbed his head against your side, licking at your hands. Blushing more, your tail came to cover your face, unsure of how to handle the tiger. Mina followed into the room soon after, worried at what he pet might do. Pleasantly surprised at the sight that greeted her, a soft smile grew. “Congratulations, Y/N.”

Pride swelled inside you. After everything, you could still fight along side the captain. Excited for what the future holds, you let out a sweet chuff before reverting back to your ‘normal’ form, your ears and tail still visible.

***

The following day you were set to train with Reno and Iharu. Captain Hoshina kept watch from atop the wall, while the three of you were to clear the training course.

“Alright! I hope you’re as pumped as I am, Y/N!” Iharu, lightly punched your shoulder, a cocky look on his face. “You too, Reno. Just know, I’m coming for you too,” Iharu chuckled.

You gave reno a confused look, one of your ears falling down. Reno only sighs, shrugging his shoulders.

“Okay gang, all you have to do today is clear the remaining Kaiju.” Hoshana’s voice rang in your ears, “Those being 5 yoju and 1 Honju, pretty easy stuff. You’re being assessed on your ability to work together and your efficiency at transforming. Ichikawa and Furuhashi, you are to assist L/N, you are not to take down the Kaiju unless absolutely necessary. This is a training exercise for L/N, don’t go getting too greedy now.”

Iharu let out a disappointed groan, “I was so ready to kill those kaiju!”

You understood, you’d never faced a kaiju in action, and as of now you’ve only transformed once, in the face of danger you might not be able to transform again. Reno and Iharu were here as a precaution, to bail you out if necessary.

“Oh, and also, this is a timed exam. Good luck!” With that a small cannon went of to commence the start of the training exercise.

“Exam?!” all three of you stared up at Hoshina’s shit-eating grin atop the wall. God damn him, you thought setting off in the direction of the scent. You’d picked up on all six of the Kaiju the second they’d opened the doors. They were scattered throughout the facility, with the Honju over in the far-right corner.

Following close behind you, Reno and Iharu kept a close eye on you, being sure to take in any signs of struggle the transform. But for you, transforming now felt as easy as jumping into a pool. Leaping into the air, the fur spread from you head down to your paws, landing on top of a Yoju, squishing it and its core. Taking a moment to sniff the air for the scent of the other Yoju, you looked back at the boys, using your head to point in the direction of the next Yoju.

Reno looked on in awe at you, crouching on the corpse of the Yoju. Your fur soaked in its blood, you looked majestic. A small tug was felt in his heart, what a strange sight to give him butterflies.

Iharu felt the same. You were so badass. It was plain to see that you could easily stand beside Captain Ashiro. Your fur whipped around in the wind, your tail moved to shield your eyes, he watched on, secretly wishing to touch your fur.

You cleared the other Yoju with ease and swiftly destroyed the Honju in one blow, Reno and Iharu didn’t have to fire a single shot. The training exercise was over and you’d managed cleared it in only 3 minutes and 36 seconds.

“Yeah, Alright!” Iharu wailed. Jumping down from the Honju’s carcass, you reverted to your normal form. He held his hands up to high five you, felling a stir in his stomach from your appearance. You gave him a big smile, your ears falling back in excitement, tail once again wagging around. He blushed ever so slightly, coughing to cover it up.

You turned to Reno, as you did, your tail brushed under Iharu’s chin. The fur of your tail was too dense for you to have noticed. His face lit up like a tomato, he had to turn away from you to hide his expression. So freaking soft, he thought.

 “Thank you, thank you both for having my back out there. Now I know I can control my transformation, I hope I can be a bigger help on the field!” You gave Reno a candied smile, your head falling to the side. He kept his composure, but underneath he feels the same as Iharu. You were so cute, but you were badass, and you were determined to improve, something Reno could respect deeply.

This mutual crush sparked a new rivalry between the two. This time, it wasn’t not one sided.

***

The day of a mission comes. The regular pre-mission checks are complete. Hoshina assigns you and Reno to his platoon. You are tasked with taking down a Daikaiju with a fortitude of 8.2, a walk in the park for Hoshina, but this was another one of his tests, and it’s a big one.

Slightly peeved the captain assigned you with such a large Kaiju on your first mission, you whisper curses towards Hoshina under your breath as you ran across the roofs to the Diakaiju’s location.

“I’m sorry? What was that, L/N? I couldn’t quite here you,” Hoshina teased. You’d left the channel open deliberately so he could hear your disapproval.

Before you had the chance to tell him to shut up, the Diakaiju came into view. With one leap you closed the distance, ready to slash its body. You could sense its core was right in the centre of its mass along with…something else. All you had to do was tear away its thick, grotesque skin.

The original plan was to have Captain Ashiro take it down, but she had been held up by another Diakaiju. A simultaneous attack hadn’t been heard of until recently.

The damaged caused by the Diakaiju in front of you was too much to leave until Mina arrived. That’s why Hoshina had assigned you to dispose of it. Dickhead.

Using your claws you dug deeper into the side of its body, making your way to its core. Soon, Yoju swarmed around you, an attempt to keep the Daikaiju safe. Reno provided cover, shouting at you to keep on going.

Deeper into the side of its thick skin you dug, to find its shining core staring at you. Theres gotta be a more effective way for me to do this, you thought. Creating as much space as possible so you had a clear chance to slash its core, you tore away more of its vile flesh. The putrid smell stung your nose. Finally with enough space to slash its core, you raised your clawed hand ready to destroy the beast once and for all, only to be met with a twisted face.

“I’m not ready to die yet,” its croaky voice creaked. “You are though,” before you had time to react, you were ejected from the Kaiju. You were sent spinning through the air at such a high speed, you passed out from the g-force. Your Kaiju form deactivated when you passed out, so when you slammed into and through a building, your suit was the only protection from the blast. It wasn’t enough. Your core had been destroyed.

Your friends mourned you that day. Hoshina felt so guilty, he could have just taken that Kaiju on himself, then maybe he would have died in your stead. You had so much potential, and to be honest, he liked you more than he should have.

Reno and Iharu were in bits, you were their friend. You’d become a trio in the time of your training, they would treasure those memories forever.

Even the public mourned you. You’d died a hero.

The Diakaiju had managed to escape after revealing itself to be an unidentified Kaiju.

***

Your wake was eerily silent. No one talked, no one dared too. For the first time, Captain Ashrio looked genuinely sad. She never showed that side to the public before. She comforted Bakko, who in turn, comforted her. Hoshina couldn’t talk, he was a shell of himself; forced to carry this burden for the rest of this life. Iharu and Reno stifled sobs, staring painfully at their food, unable to eat. Word got out to the First Division, Kafka and Kikoru cried, unable to attend the wake due to another attack. Even Gen felt the less, pausing his game to take a moment to remember you when a cat came on screen.

But, you see, there’s an old myth that says cats have nine lives.

Sliding open the door to the wake, you stood, a white sheet wrapped around you, skin as pale as a ghost.

Reno and Iharu grabbed each other and shrieked. This was echoed by many others, screams and wails bounced around the room. You winced at the noise; your ears still sensitive from waking up. You yawned slightly, walking over to where the two boys were sat, stealing a piece of meat from Reno’s plate. You hummed at the flavour, taking a swig of Iharu’s drink.

You blinked up at him, confused at to why Reno was cradling him. “What?” you voice slightly croaky, “Why are you looking at me like that? And why are you all wearing black?”

You had no idea you’d been dead for a week. Hoshina broke to silence, letting out the loudest and most genuine belly laugh ever, tears formed at the corner of his eyes. Soon the room erupted into happy tears. Mina filled you in that you had seemingly passed away.

Shocked, you apologies for scaring everyone. Hugging Reno and Iharu, reassuring them that you were real. You were brought some clothes and after you had changed you joined in your own wake.

“Don’t let me stop you, you teased. Please, share your stories of how great I am,” you joked, staring up at all the smiling faces of your friends. Who would have thought you’d have to die to feel so loved?

Bonus information:

Hoshina hugged you after the wake. He’d definitely had too much to drink. It took a lot for him not to drunkenly confess to you.

You curl up when you sleep and use your tail as a pillow.

Often you find yourself laying your head people lap’s. Your core body temperature is lower than normal, so you seek heat often.

Instead of snoring in your sleep you purr.

Iharu and Reno figured out Hoshina also has a crush on you and so added him, unknowingly, into the rivalry.

Hoshina leaves you cat toys because he thinks it’s funny.

Bakko and you often cuddle together. Snow leopards are closely related to tigers, so you get along really well.

Mina trusts you wholeheartedly but needs you to train more before she feels confident sending you out into the field again. She doesn’t want you burning through your nine lives too fast.

Iharu and Hoshina, when stood beside or behind you, stroke your tail. You often don’t notice.

Hoshina also puts your tail up to his face, like a mustache, to make people laugh.

Reno does extensive research on snow leopards to try and accommodate you better.

[b1mbodoll]

alsooo no thoughts jusr cat!hybrid brat reader with alphawolf!hybrid tamer jake

pairings: jake sim x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + brat! reader + biting + blood + thigh humping + no prep + knotting

wolf hybrid! jake isnt easily bothered by your behavior. he puts up with your bratty behavior and rude tone but something he won’t let you get away with is questioning his status as an alpha. he’s literally a purebred wolf hybrid and no airheaded housecat is going to disrespect him like that.

“bet you’re not even an alpha,” you tease, a proud smirk on your face when the wolfboy finally reacts. he’s on you in a second, canines biting into your nape hard enough to draw blood as he pins you to the ground, yanking harshly on your tail.

he slots his cock between your thighs, rocking his hips and growling at the sensation because it feels so good to finally put you in your place.

he knows your bratty behavior must be because you just need some good dick, and he’s more than willing to give it to you. rips your bottoms off and slips right inside, not bothering with prep because your pussy’s so wet there’s no need for it. his thick length makes you purr, ears flicking back and forth as your orgasm builds, walls squeezing his cock so tight he cums before you, thick semen shooting deep inside your womb.

the feeling makes you cream around him and soft yowls are ripped from your throat when his knot begins to inflate, stretching you open so well you’re sure you’ll never be satisfied if it’s not his dick bullying your hole.

[yawnderu]

Simon's eyes crinkle the moment he sees your sleeping figure, curled up on the foot of his bed with your tail protectively tucked into your body, tiny snores leaving your body as you snooze away, likely on your nth nap of the day.

With the same stealth Ghost uses in the enemy backlines, Simon moves closer to you, letting the anticipation build up inside him as he watches your soft features, a calm expression finally on your pretty face— yet the mischievous urge to ruin it took over.

His rough, calloused hand goes down to your tummy, instantly startling you awake, your eyes narrowing the moment they meet his. What used to be a calm expression is now a sour one, nose and brow scrunched up in pure annoyance at being woken up.

Your expression doesn't stop Simon's hand from trying to play with your tummy, trying to rile you up— and it instantly works, your murder mittens grasping his hand tightly as you give his hand warning love bites, switching positions only to be able to bunny kick his arm and toned stomach with your back paws.

“Ow, fuck—” Simon is quick to play along, trying to move his hand away only for your paws to hold it tighter, the playful jabs to his stomach feeling like nothing other than a massage for a man his size. He can't help the amused smirk pulling at his lips, letting you do your thing and knowing that you'll soon stop and calm down, but enjoying the moment while it lasted.

“I was napping.” You complain, scrunching your nose at him the moment you decide to finally let go of his hand, though your fluffy footpaws are resting on his chest, pushing him away whenever he tries to walk closer to you.

“'N you're awake now. You'll live.” He teases, unable to hide the mirth in his voice at the little yawns escaping your lips. His large hands grip your ankles, pulling your legs apart before he folds your body, holding your knees close to your chest while looking down at you with a small smirk.

“Who's in charge here, love?” His expression turns cockier by the second when you try to squirm away only to be pinned down by his body weight, your calves resting on his strong shoulders.

“I am.” Your confident reply only eggs him on, wanting to push your buttons just to see that bratty face some more. You're always so assertive, only making him want to get more reactions out of you.

“That right?” Your tail is flicking in annoyance, cat ears flattened against your head as you nod, poking your tongue out at him, yet not trying to get out of his hold. Simon is too heavy.

“Kiss me or I'll tickle you.” He threatens playfully, his brown eyes crinkling when he sees you try to suppress a smirk, masking it with a loud meow of protest despite obeying seconds later. You steal a peck from him— too rough and fast, yet the small kiss is a victory in Simon's book nonetheless.

“That's a good girl.” Simon's lips crashed against yours before you could quip. He broke away from the kiss only to allow you to get into a more comfortable position, your legs wrapped around his waist as your paw rests on the back of his head, pulling him in for another steamy kiss.

“You sure you wanna do that?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, not even bothering to hide the smirk pulling at the corners of his lips as he sees you fully focused on kneading the only soft part of his body— his balls. Your nails aren't digging deep at all, barely even passing the thick fabric of his jeans as you nibble on his shirt, nodding your head.

He leans back on the pillow, relaxing and taking in the pleasant sensation of your kneading— only to be smacked in the head with your paw multiple times not even seconds later once you realize he's getting hard from it.

[darby-rowe]

hmm, catgirl being in heat and not able to help herself from nuzzling up next to dogboy!billy and humping her hot, sticky cunt on his leg. every time she feels her clit catch on his jeans her purrs escalate, suckling on his shirt in between her lips and teeth. and billy loves this, placing his large hand on her ass and encouraging it. “there you go, kitty — let it out,”

[cryptidpvppy]

i need catgirl reader to start biting simon at this point and giving pupsoap all the love ever

cannot stop thinking about catgirl reader, pupsoap, and owner simon but catgirl gets sick from getting stuck in the rain and cold after simon puts her out again for throwing yet another fit about soap…..

oh no :(

you’d never seen him so angry before. his usual grumpiness completely overshadowed by pure rage as he grabs you by your collar and drags you over to the back garden, tossing you out onto the soft grass

“don’t show ya face until you wanna be’ave.” he grunts, slamming the door and locking without an ounce of hesitation. johnny stands behind him on the other side of the glass, ears flattened against his head and a guilty expression splattered across his face

you’d asked him to leave you alone, politely. but he kept pestering. even after you whined to simon, begging him to get his rowdy pup to stop pawing at you and slobbering on your clothes. he still carried on. you gave him a powerful whack across the face after he accidentally stomped on your tail, your sharp nails leaving a shallow nick across his cheek

simon didn’t like that one bit

he tolerates the playfighting, up until someone gets hurt and right about now you’re wishing you had some evidence of your attack being “self-defense”. you hold johnny’s gaze through the window before turning away, hugging yourself for warmth when you begin to feel the first few splatters of rain hit your skin

it’s been a while since you spent a night on the streets and you can’t say that you miss it. the strange awful noises, perfect strangers lurking in the dark. their intentions unknown to you as you simply try to survive with what you know

and by the time morning comes, you’re about ready to swallow your pride and apologise. your tail tucked between your legs as you stand back outside the back door, drenched in rainwater that makes you tremble and shiver from it’s numbing coldness

you’re not there for long before johnny perks awake, spotting you instantly and howling up a storm to get simon’s attention. he jumps up from his spot on the couch, swinging the back door open and ushering you inside

“bloody ‘ell, where were ya? we were worried sick!” simon raises his voice, concern laced in his tone. you don’t respond, too focused on the warmth engulfing your skin to care about what he’s saying anyway

soap wastes no time invading your space, checking over you for any distressing scents or injuries but all you reek of is pity and despair. and rain. simon contains muttering scolds under his breath as he gets you bundled up in your usual spot on the sofa, your favourite blanket draped over you

all it takes is one sharp look from you to quell johnny’s urgency to be near you, that same guilty look from last night on his face again as he settles for curling up on the floor beside you :(

[spirit-lanterns]

I wonder if Kafka likes to play with Catgirl Reader using her strings. It’d be bit dangerous, but she’d like to hook little feathers onto her strings and flit them across the room for Catgirl Reader to chase, watching her scurry up and down the walls at the speed of light, as she needs to get her zoomies out before cuddling with Kafka.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the fact her strings could glow, as It’d be like a feather + laser combo that has Reader going bonkers over it. By the time Himeko and the other girls get home, they’ll see Kafka sitting on the couch with a tuckered out Catgirl sleeping in her lap, all tangled up in her string as she had too much of a fun time chasing Kafka’s makeshift “feather on a string” toy.

P.S: I like to imagine that one time while playing with Kafka’s strings, Catgirl Reader got so into it, she managed to tangle herself in such a way that she was dangling from the ceiling. She definitely got a scolding from Himeko after that. Her and Kafka…

[eveeevolved-blog]

Stumbled across this on X...absolutely need someone to write a Jeon Jungkook or Eren Jeager fic on this 😫😫 I'd literally pay yall for something goodddd

Seriously just...immediately yes! Someone please tag me if you find something with this trope or decide to write on it 😫😳💓🙏

[darby-rowe]

GOING CRAZY OKAY CATGIRL READER LETTING DOGBOY BILLY HUMP HER LEG CAUSE SHES NOT IN THE MOOD AND WANTS TO WATCH HER SHOW BUT PETS HIS HEAD THE WHOLE TIME practically rolls her eyes when he whines but she loves it

MY PUSSY EXPLODED HOLD ON.

thinking about catgirl trying to hold in her purrs so bad but accidentally lets some come to the surface which of course turns billy on even more. he’s so hard and she can just feel how horny he is and how he’s tilting his head further into her hand to feel more of him.

and he whines so much while he humps her leg until he’s grunting out his orgasm and spilling all over her leg and she’s just like, “lick it up, boy. i’m not cleaning up after you.”