#cato x reader lemon

[the-raven-lady]

Closer

[Masterlist] [My Ko-Fi]

Pairing: Cato Sicarius x Reader [Fem]

Song Inspiration: Closer - Nine Inch Nails [Youtube] [Spotify]

“You let me violate you / you let me desecrate you /

You let me penetrate you / you let me complicate you /

I broke apart my insides / I’ve got no soul to tell /

The only thing that works for me / Help me get away from myself.”

Warnings: SMUT. Degradation and praise, possessiveness, partial asphyxiation, hair pulling, breeding kink, right into the rough and nasty. 

Word Count: 1.3k

Author’s Note: Raven Lady’s ovulating and it’s bad. I have no excuse. This hit me while I was rocking on the floor like Apollo with the dodgeball and I let the hormones win. Not edited in the slightest.

Tag List: @egrets-not-regrets @sleepyfan-blog @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @bispecsual

@lemon-russ @moodymisty

The rough prickling of his beard rubs against your shoulder, scratching against it uncomfortably, but you cannot bring yourself to care. Obediently you tilt your head to the side to grant Cato more access, which he greedily takes. The captain tangles one of his massive hands into your hair and yanks your head to the side. His lips attack the side of your neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin between rough bites and sucks. You know you’re going to have hickies to cover tomorrow and for the next few weeks, if he’ll allow it. 

The day had started off so innocently with you helping the noblewomen tire out their young ones, the little tykes running about the streets without a care in the world. The sight of the young ones brought a simple joy to your primarch, Guilliman having mentioned that it reminded him of the home he used to remember. Cato had passed by with several of his company on their way to training, and you had made an offhand comment about wondering what it would be to guide your own little one about the grand fortress.

Either the thought of putting one in you or the idea of you growing round and full with his child had completely plagued Sicarius’s mind for the rest of the day, as the next moment you two were well and truly alone, you clothes hadn’t lasted more than a few short seconds. They still lie in tatters on the tiled floor, occasionally getting caught under foot.

“You’re no better than a common– fucking– slut,” Cato pants, punctuating each word with the slam of his hips against yours. 

He has your sore body roughly pinned down to the covers, not allowing you an inch of breathing room as he fucks into you. The wet squelch of him penetrating your tight cunt echoes off of the metal walls of your room, his balls stimulating your clit with each thrust. Cum drips sloppily from between your thighs and down onto linen sheets. Mind clouded and lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, you mewl underneath him for more, more, more.

You cry out as his teeth sink into your neck, adding to the masterwork he’s so carefully crafted. You were his, and until your belly had swelled enough to display it for all to see, Cato swore he would continue to fuck you to exhaustion each day.

Oh, but could he bring himself to stop then with how gorgeous you sounded caged beneath him? Begging and keening beneath him like the good little whore you were? Or would he fall headfirst into his desires, enraptured by the glow of your gravid body as it grew?

He certainly couldn’t fuck you as he was now, shoving your chest down into the bed and forcing you to present so prettily. Cato leans back, pulling you up by the hair with him to arch your back just the way he likes.

“Good girl,” he growls, using the new angle to draw more sounds out of your aching throat and abused cunt, “Taking it like the vile whore you are.” 

The way you clench around his cock has him delirious with pleasure, as if he hadn’t already just flooded your womb twice before. You must be one of Slaanesh’s finest beneath the skin with how your lecherous body always draws him in for more. The sheen of sweat on your skin makes you glitter in the low light like a treasure.

“Can you even hear me in that dumb little head of yours? So stupid, so pretty. Just a hole to be used.” Cato’s free hand snakes around your waist and up to paw at your breasts, tweaking a nipple and pulling a yipe from you. “Would you spread your legs for any common Ultramarine if he promised to put a baby in you?”

You nod your head, cockdrunk and wild, and Cato snarls. He snaps his hips up hard into you, stilling and grinding his cock against your cervix enough to send pleasure and pain alike up your spine. A whimper catches in your throat from the treatment, the pressure almost too much to bear.

“Of course you would. So eager to have your pussy filled.” The hand at your breasts fondles them. “But you won’t. You won’t—” he withdraws almost completely, cockhead nestled just at your pussylips, “—because you’re mine.” The grip in your hair tightens, and Cato yanks you back to meet him as he drives forward, ripping a loud moan from your chest. The brutal pace from before resumes, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

You will yourself to speak through hiccuped breaths, voice low and breathy. “Are you going to– ah!– put a baby in me, Sicarius?”

The side of your face ungracefully meets the bed again as Cato pushes you back down. A growl rumbles within him.

“Brainless harlot. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Bred so full your abdomen distends?” As if to accentuate his point, the hand at your breast slides down to rest above your abdomen. “Waddling around the Fortress of Hera carrying the child of someone so high above your standing?” 

Despite the venom of his degrading words, the breathiness of his voice betrays how much the idea affects him. He clutches at you in a manner that is all too tender. Protective.

Cato’s steady thrusts begin to falter, and he slows his hips to a steady roll to feel out every inch of himself in you. A satisfied breath puffs against your ear as he leans  back over you, skilled fingers finding your neglected clit and rolling it in tight circles.

“Come for me,” he pleads, fucking that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. The spring within you draws tighter, tighter, making you feel afloat as every little sensation coils it further. 

The gentle press of Cato’s lips against your jawline makes you shudder, the affectionate gesture enough to snap the tension within your belly. With a loud cry, you spasm and clamp down around the Ultramarine’s cock, digging your nails into the sheets of the bed. Your legs shake from the intensity, giving out from under you.

The feeling of your pussy like a vice around him causes Cato to moan, low and desperate as he chases his own orgasm. With a final harsh thrust, he stills, moan breaking into throaty stutters. His balls draw tight against you, cock throbbing inside of you as he pumps your cunt full of his seed for the third and final time. Muscular arms wrap around you firmly, holding you to Cato’s chest as he gently cants his hips against yours to milk the last of his cum into your waiting womb.

The both of you pant as you wind down, barely able to get a full breath as the astartes’ much larger form rests on top of yours. Slick with sweat, you turn your head to the side to look at his handsome face. His eyes crack open to meet yours, and he grants you a rare smile, white teeth peeking out from behind his lips. You reciprocate.

“How do we tell Guilliman if anything does happen?” you ask, resting your head on your arms.

Cato immediately grimaces, looking away with a roll of his eyes. “Can we discuss my genefather when I’m not still inside of you?”

Chuckling, you lean over to press a kiss to his nose. He huffs, but his breath hitches when you clench down around him. Instantly, he freezes, and his eyes are back on yours, darkening and boring into you. The muscles of his jaw tighten.

You meet him with a challenge, purring out, “We might as well make it certain that he’ll have something to worry about.” In invitation, you wiggle your hips.

Fingertips dig harshly into the swell of your ass to hold them steady. “Insatiable woman,” Cato chides, gripping your jaw and pulling you once more into a bruising kiss.

[oppositeurmama]

Baby, you can live your whole life holdin’ down (Cato X reader)

A/N - this contains smut btw! so if you’re not comfortable with that, don’t read besties <3

I sat in silence and watched the sky darken to black, as the pale moon hung high over the frothy clouds of grey. The train headed towards the capitol, a long stretch of land that comprised of tall white buildings made of glass, concrete and marble. Above my head, the crystal chandelier swung, and tinkled lightly like the wind-chimes back home. i was from district 2 and, altough the finery wasn't foreign, it still felt unnatural. I looked down at my hands and chewed my nails, spat them on the clean floor, and felt even my prescene made the train carriage feel dirty.

"You shouldn't do that." Cato warned, turning his head to face me. He'd came out of the shower with only the white towel wrapped around his trim waist, and his damp hair hung floppy over his forehead. "If someone attacks you, you can gouge their eyes out."

I picked up a slice of dry toast and chewed, then swallowed. It stuck to the back of my throat and i reached for the glass of orange juice. I drank it down in four quick gulps, wiped my mouth with the back of my black sleeve, and smiled. I waved my hand in his face, the shorn nails too ugly for a tribute. "Too late."

Cato pushed my hand away from his face and grimaced. "Get your fuckin' hand out of my face, y/n."

I wrinkled my nose at him, glanced down at his torso and frowned. I stood up from the booth and grabbed the decanter of harsh malt whiskey that sat on the counter, snatched a fresh glass from the cabinet and set it down beside the decanter. I poured myself a large glass and glanced at him over my shoulder, "Get some clothes on then, asshole."

I heard loud footsteps behind me. Cato grabbed the glass out of my grasp and held it above my head. "You can't be drunk infront of the cameras." He warned, then jerked his head in the direction of the booth. I shook my head and reached for the glass. "Give me it." I demanded, pushing him in the chest. He barely stumbled, but he smiled. It was a mean smile, with sharp white teeth and dimples that danced. "Sit down, then."

"Fuck you." I spat, going back over to the booth. I crossed my arms over my chest and tilted my head up, nose stuck in the air indignantly. "Now give me the drink."

Cato studied me for a moment, his lower lip caught between his teeth. He shook the glass gently and some of the whiskey sloshed over the sides, onto the floor. His gaze was hot and burning and blue. He raised the glass to his lips and drank it down, to which i stood up. He stormed over, placed his hand on my shoulder and shoved me back down into the seat. "No, sweetheart. I told you to sit, so fuckin' sit down."

I glared at him. "You're an dick."

Cato cupped my face in one large hand, then turned my face to both sides, as though he was studying me like his favourite book. "Maybe." He admitted, holding my chin between his thumb and forefinger. "-But you love it, don't you?" He lowered himself until his warm breath fanned over my face, and he pressed his mouth against mine before i could shove him off. Though, i didn't want to shove him off. He tasted like sharp whiskey, and something more, maybe it was sin.

I knew what we were doing was wrong when he groaned, his hand moving away from my face to pick me up from the seat, and settled me on the floor. I squirmed beneath his bulk, and his face was inches from mine. I wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled him down, the wish to be covered completely by my district partner overwhelming. His lips met mine once more and his tongue slipped into my mouth. Beneath the towel, he was hard. I felt his length against my inner thigh and he parted, breathing heavy, my own chest rising and falling when Cato slipped his hand between our bodies and tugged down my trousers, practically ripping the black cloth from my body. The floor was cold beneath me, and i shivered, Goosebumps prickling my skin, nipples peaked from both the thrill and the chill in the room.

"Take your shirt off." He demanded, and i did it. I'd have done anything for him in that moment. I tugged my shirt over my head and he lowered himself atop me, his large hand running down my stomach and then between my legs, where he lowered himself and kissed a wet path with his hot, hungry mouth. From lips, to neck, to collarbone and to breast, he sucked a dark mark wherever he desired. And then he rested his lips above my mound, and tugged my black panties down with his teeth.

"Do you want this?" He wondered, his blonde brow furrowed. He never touched me with his fingers, down there. I think he knew i was a virgin, unsullied. I think he knew i wanted him inside me, though. And he was so big, i felt his warm length against my thighs, separated from my flesh by a mere snowy towel. I nodded, eagerly. "I want you." I admitted, threading my fingers through his tawny hair. He grinned and kissed my inner thigh, gentle. "I won't keep you waiting, sweetheart."

My heart raced, a desperate thundering like that of an ensnared rabbit; Thump, Thump, Thump.

Cato's mouth met my pussy and his tongue licked a long, hot stripe against my clit. I closed my thighs instinctively, and he parted them, his large hand on my hip, pressing me down into the cool floor. I raised my hips and kicked both my legs over his burly shoulders when he went to town on my cunt, devouring me whole, wrenching an orgasm through my parted lips. Cato's grip was bruising, and i exhaled sharply when he spoke darkly, his words sending vibrations straight to my clit. "Tell me you like it."

I gasped when he rubbed my clit with the calloused pad of him thumb. "I like it!"

He looked at me through his blonde eyelashes, his tongue darting out expertly to lick and lap at my dripping pussy, and my climax was inevitable. When he reached up to palm at my breast and pushed the bra aside, tweaking my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, i came. I sank my teeth into the palm of my hand and closed my eyes, hips bucking into his warm mouth, but he pinned me in place, smiling cruelly whilst he slipped two fingers inside my dripping hole. I fluttered around his thick fingers, the intrusion foreign, though not unwelcome. He let out a low grunt of approval to finding me slick.

"I'm gonna fuck you, now." He said, and gripped me by the chin to pull me in for another kiss. He'd pulled the towel off and my eyes widened when i saw the hard, huge cock between his thighs. I pressed my hands to his chest, felt the hard muscle beneath my fingertips and I whined against his lips. "-And you're going to love it."

He entered me quickly, without giving me time to adjust, and when i cried out, tears springing to my eyes, he wiped them away before they could fall. I shifted beneath him, my cunt raw and red with the harshness of his thrust, but he stilled me. Cato kept me in place with his bulk and his big hand, reaching down to slip between my legs, tweaked at my sensitive clit, because he wanted me to enjoy it.

I let my arms raise and fall over his shoulders, and he raised my thighs, instructed me to wrap them around his hips. I did it, i did everything he wanted, and he plucked another orgasm from me with his thumb on my clit, and his cock thrusting away angrily as though it had a personal hatred for my pussy. I clawed his back with my short, shorn nails and he grimaced, grunting in pleasure. "Fuck, this pussy's tight."

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his, and he kissed me. I'd never felt so full in my life, and yet my hips bucked against his inexpertly to jumpstart my 3rd climax. I wanted to cum with his cock inside me, i had to, otherwise it wasn't fair. I'd never get another chance to fuck him after the games, altough we could find a sneaky spot in the arena and do it there. I had a hundred dirty thoughts in my mind, and he was the only one in it.

Cato thrusted against me viciously, his cock hitting spots i'd never knew existed. When he tilted his hips a certain way, a heavy moan slipped between my mouth, though it was muffled by his kisses. He paused and broke away, swept his damp hair back from his forehead and grunted. "You like that?" He asked, slamming into my dripping hole once more. I jerked beneath him and my words caught in my throat.

"Yeah, Cato." I admitted,  feeling that delicious curl of pleasure trickle up through my stomach and pool above my mound.

Cato gripped my jaw and grinned. "Good."

My body jerked beneath him when he moved, every intense swoop of his hips sending me further into bliss. He lowered his mouth to my breast and teased my nipple with his pink tongue, before sucking it into his mouth and eliciting a gentle whine from my lips. I keened, throwing my chest into the air, my back arched with the pleasure he was giving to me. Tears streaked my cheeks and fell, salty, down my chest. Cato bit down on my nipple, hard, and that was the only thing i needed to Cum around his thick cock.

I fell limp against the cold floor, and Cato groaned against my mouth, kissing me despite the whines of discomfort when his dick hit my cervix, when he rode out his own release.  My chest heaved and i was covered in a thin, shiny layer of sweat. He spilled inside, whispering dirty things in my ear, and filled me up until i shifted, too full for his fucking to be pleasurable anymore. "Cato." I murmured, turning my face to the side.

He grinned and leaned back on his thighs, glancing down between my open legs, almost in awe. He pressed his thumb to my sensitive clit and i jolted, snapping my legs shut on instinct. Cato reached for me, shushing my whines with his gentle words, and he grabbed the towel from the floor and dabbed between my thighs. I waited patiently until he was finished cleaning up the sticky mess around my pussy, and then i took my stretched-out tee from the puddle of clothing. I stuffed it over my head and grabbed my trousers, but they were torn in half, the material frayed beyond fixing.

"You ruined my trousers!" I complained, getting shakily to my feet. I stumbled as my legs gave way but he caught me, careful.

"Easy, y/n." He warned, wrapping the towel around his midriff once again. I looked at him, turned away and went red. I brought my hands up to my face and shook my head, a nervous giggle seeping out through the cracks of silence. "I fucked you." I said, as though it wasn't real. I took my hands from my face and swallowed, hard. "Oh, fuck. You fucked me! Cato, you fucked me! What if . . . what if i'm pregnant." Panic overwhelmed me and i pushed him away, suddenly realising the chaos our actions might've caused.

Cato caught me and pulled me into a tight hug. "Hey! Don't say that. Okay?"

I buried my face in his bare chest. "It was only one time, right? You only came inside once so . . . it's probably won't get me pregnant. I won't get pregnant, right?" I looked up at him, my eyes wide with fright. "Right, cato?"

Cato grimaced and swept a strand of damp, sweaty hair from my face. "yeah, sweetheart. You're right."

[ashasmonsters]

ah hello! i was wondering if i could request a lemon (( or a citrus, i don’t mind either one ! )) between a fish person — i’m talkin abe from hellboy d&d triton kind of fish person — and a fem!reader who appears intimidating but is quite jumpy? it’s okay if not, thank you!!

For the record, anon and future anons: if you're okay with a lemon, you're probably getting a lemon 😉. I hope you're satisfied with my version of a Mer; I saw The Shape of Water years ago, but hopefully my rendition is to your liking. Enjoy!

Del Toro M!Fishman x Intimidating Jumpy F!Reader - Lemon

The cove had been your secret hideout ever since you were little. Even now, decades later, the gentle crashing of the waves and the glimmer of the moon set your mind at ease. No matter what new problems or worries had arisen that day, the sea and sand were always the same… until a few months ago.

Though this region of the coast was allegedly frequented by Mer, you hadn’t seen much of them. One night, when the moon was naught but a sliver, something disturbed the sea foam. The tide was high, and the rocks you sat on had become islands. With your heart pounding, you drew your phone and turned on its flashlight.

The weak beam barely illuminated the wet rocks in the pitch darkness. Turning your head, you searched for the dark shape in the darker water. You weren’t sure what to expect. The crashing of waves mixed with the thrumming of your heartbeat.

Then, behind a rock only feet from you: dim red eyes, reflecting your phone’s flashlight and staring dead at you.

You flinched instinctively. The phone in your hand went flying. You jumped and caught yourself on the rock. Your phone didn’t stand a chance, the saltwater swallowing it up and extinguishing its light. You cursed and scrambled back to the shore. The adrenaline didn’t leave your veins until hours later.

When you returned to your usual spot (in broad daylight this time), you found a woven kelp pouch waiting for you, still wet and smelling strongly of the sea. Inside was a hefty sum of iridescent coins: currency of the Mer, minted from mollusk shells. It took traveling to a neighboring town to find a bank that would take them, but the sum equaled the exact market price of the phone you had lost to the sea.

A few days later, you learned your watery beneficiary was a Mer named Cato. He made himself known to you by breaching the surface a good distance away and sheepishly waving at you. You waved back, an awkward smile on your face. With how secret your cove had been, there was no doubt those eyes that spooked you belonged to him.

“You looked mad enough to kill me,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. Flowing, deep orange gill flaps started at his collarbone and ended behind his ears like a pleated ruff.

“Angry? I was spooked, but I wasn’t mad… not at you, anyway. We’re good now,” you explained, the two of you cross-legged on adjacent rocks.

“Well, good,” he looked at you and smiled, revealing welcoming rows of razor-sharp teeth. “I’m glad I was able to make it up to you.”

You simply smiled in response, allowing the ocean to speak over you. While he gazed at the distant harbor, you gazed at him. He, unsurprisingly, had a swimmer’s build: he was slender with muscles that caught your eye once you noticed them. His scales were so fine you assumed he was rubbery, like an octopus, until you saw him up close. Translucent fins protruded from his sinewy forearms and calves and caught the light like sea glass.

You shared the cove with him from then on. While the company of the sea and moon had been fine before, they didn’t have his sense of humor… or his smile. Or his body.

Mer didn’t wear clothes, obviously.

The first time he crawled up on a rock to sit next to you, the lack of dangly bits caught you off-guard; there was an understated slit there instead, and he didn’t seem to mind letting you see it. He never crossed his legs like you did in skirts, anyway.

One night, you sat together on a beach towel with a finished platter of sashimi and seaweed salad between you. The moon was full, his eyes shining the color of burning amber.

“Thanks for sharing the cove with me.” He placed his hand on yours, his claw tips gently raking your skin. You shivered.

“Thanks for being with me, Cato,” you whispered back. He closed the distance and pressed his forehead to yours, a substitute for kissing you two devised to work around his lack of lips and serrated teeth. You reached behind his head and gently stroked his gills, eliciting purrs from him.

“You’re going to destroy my modesty if you keep doing that,” he warned, a little playful and a little nervous.

“That’s okay,” you whispered back. True to his word, his slit had grown puffy and pronounced. In the moonlight, you saw one—no, two— pink protuberances begin to reveal themselves. Aside from their duplicity, each one seemed proportional to the rest of him once fully emerged.

“Can I touch you?”

“Please,” he said, his voice dry with the beginnings of a rasp. “Before I have to get back in the water.”

You reached between your bodies. He was desperate; you felt the slickness on his cocks and each touch made his hips jump. He always got this way when he spent time on land. You loved the urgency. He did too.

“I won’t keep you waiting, Cato,” you giggled, lying down on the beach towel as he kneeled between your knees. You hiked up your dress and pushed aside your underwear.

“Good, I’m—” you both gasped as one of his cocks entered you, “—pressed for time,” he grunted, his voice rough. His other slick rod nudged against your thigh. You grabbed it, holding it to your mound. As he slowly worked himself within you, the cock outside you ground into your clit. The feeling of fullness from inside and pressure from outside drew squeals from you into the night.

His pace quickened, making you gasp. The friction, the fullness; you felt the pleasure mounting already. His hands met yours atop the member outside you and pressed it into your sensitive nub even harder.

“Come on, I haven’t got all day,” he growled, panting and pumping, “you better be close!” You only cried out in response. His hips rocked into yours like his life depended on it. You pulled him deeper into you, desperate to reach your peak.

Your orgasm swept through you like a riptide. You ground yourself into him, your clit and mound sandwiched between his two cocks, crying out and clinging to his rod with your hands. He fell forward and braced himself against the ground as he came with a growl, his voice strained. You felt him pulse several times, his liquid warmth spreading within you and spurting hot streaks across your belly. You both caught your breaths together, your faces close.

“I’m sorry about the mess... let me clean you up,” Cato rasped, clearly exhausted.

“No, don’t. I don’t want you to dry up on my account,” you commanded, idly running a hand across his defined chest.

“I don’t…” he trailed off as you gave him a stare.

“Cato,” you said sternly. His eyes met yours. He looked sheepish and a little scared... like the first time you met.

“Fine, but I’ll be right back. I promise.” You closed your eyes as he pressed his forehead to yours. You felt him withdraw, followed by the sound of his feet walking to the surf. You knew he’d be back, but for the moment, you were once again alone with the moon and the tide.