#feline romance

[sohannabarberaesque]

Meanwhile, use this as a springboard of sorts to imagine the kind of cats Fancy-Fancy, the Don Juan of Top Cat's clowder, would be fond of making love with among Hollywood's back alleys late of nights.

my cat richard

[300-shitty-mcr-cats]

Day 7 out of 300 of drawing shitty cats until I see MCR live

[coldwateronly]

[scribblesandink]

Is there nothing sweeter than the story of an indoor cat and a feral, unnamed outdoor cat who meet by the back door each night to play through the glass?

[rednotebooksworld]

New House, Our House

male feline rakshasa (lukas)/fem!human!reader

NSFW drabble

contains: established relationship, unprotected s*x, biting kink (blood mentioned), oral s*x female receiving), fingering, non-human genitalia

Summary: you and Lukas move in together, protective sexy times ensue

A/n: this about to be shit, I’m sorry 😭

~***~

His tongue was rough against your skin as he licked a stripe up your neck. A gentle moan slipped through you lips from pleasure. A few seconds later you gasped when Lukas bit down onto your neck when he let go your blood seeped through the bite he left. He licked the blood away as you brushed you fingers through his fur.

“Kitty~,” You whimpered out.

He took his face out the crook of your neck, his yellow-green eyes looked at you, they were full of lust and desire though full of love for you.

“I’m sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?” He asked, his voice was husky and deep, it wasn’t his usual playful and boyish sounding voice.

“A bit. I didn’t know you were going to do that. Or that you bite for that matter.” You said to him.

Lukas hummed in response, his tail flicked around it brushing your bare leg. He kissed your neck, you could here him purr as his chest rumbled as he pressed against yours. He licked your neck again, then looked back up at you.

“Then let’s try something else~.” He purred as Lukas rubbed at your clit.

You moaned as a wave of pleasure rushed over you, you felt yourself tingle from excitement that your body was feeling. Being with Lukas made you feel on top of the world. You’ve made love before but this felt different. Maybe it was the fact that the two of you are living together now and Lukas wanted to take advantage of that fact though you didn’t mind. It felt good.

“Ah~! Faster, Lu~.” You moaned.

You hear him growl as his head went between your legs removing his fingers much to your dismay until he licked a strip up your pussy, his nose bumping your clit in the process. You tugged at his fur as you moaned, vibrations going through you as Lukas hummed in pleasure from you, pulling and tugging at his fur. He rubbed the the inside of your thigh, squeezing them a bit as he did so.

As he continued to lick and suck at your pussy, his tail curled around your ankle, his barbed cock was hard as it poked your thigh. He pulled away from your pussy. Your hole clenched, missing his tongue. You whimpered.

“Don’t worry, babe,” Lukas whispered. “I’ll replace my tongue with something better~.” He purred.

He moved to line up with your entrance, he kissed you, this time it was more passionate than lust fulled. He pulled away to look at you, caressing your cheek with his fur-covered paw then he pushed into you. You cried out in pleasure as your through your head back, one hand gripping the sheets on the bed and the other gripping his shoulder.

After waiting for a bit for you to adjust to him, Lukas started thrusting in and out first at a slow pace but then he quickened his pace, pounding into your pussy, growling as he grunted from pleasure as you moaned sweetly from under him.

“Ah~! So good~! Lukas~!” He smiled hearing his name mewl lewdly from your mouth that purrs rumbled in his chest burying his face in your neck as kept his fast pace, thrusting into as he bit your shoulder. You groaned from the pain though you felt it added to the pleasure as you felt your stomach knot feeling your climax edging closer.

“Mmm~! I’m-I’m cumming~! Ah!” You exclaimed to him.

“M-Me too~.” He purred lowly.

As soon as you came, Lukas wasn’t far behind you as he pulled out and he came on your stomach and breasts as you were breathing heavily. He licked your cheek and your shoulder.

“I love you, babe.” He whispered into your ear. He smiled as his tail that uncurled itself from your ankle, swished around happily like a dog. You smiled back, reaching up to pet his cheek.

“I love you, Lu.”

[sohannabarberaesque]

Conversation with Choo-Choo and Fancy-Fancy from Top Cat's clowder after quite the night of feline romance from the latter

CHOO-CHOO, somewhat stunned: And yet, for all my inadequacies trying to find romance, I try not to envy you, Fancy-Fancy, for your successes in making love, to begin with. FANCY-FANCY, with his Cary Grant-brand swagger: Trust me, Chooch (if I can call you so), you haven't seen anything yet from this feline Don Juan! And to imagine such feline romance through the back alleys of Hollywood on a haze-filtered full moon night ... even among back-alley ferals! CHOO-CHOO: In answer to your comment, Fancy-Fancy, you can call me "Chooch" anytime. We're practically close here in TC's clowder. FANCY-FANCY: And is it exactly?! [Meanwhile, along comes--] TOP CAT, in some concurrence: I would have to agree there, Fancy-Fancy; at least you manage to understand what feline sensuality is, and can sense the relaxed feeling which mating brings about! [Aside] By the way, Fancy-Fancy, how many did you mate with on the overnight? FANCY-FANCY: About six, I'd have to say. Ferals, for the most part. TOP CAT, with characteristic bombast: Not bad, Fancy-Fancy; I like that among your kind, though I wonder myself when my current girlfriend will make her presence known again ...

[sohannabarberaesque]

And you wonder what sort of cats strike Fancy-Fancy's own fancy (in particular the sexual sort)....

(by fantasia_0422)

[girlboyburger]

REALLY messy sketchpages of my truesona kissin and cuddlin it's husband :]

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

They both have sad wet cat eyes :C

[rogue-unleashed]

The Catfolk

Chapter Three: A Quiet Afternoon

Summary: Just as you settle in, Jargal thinks it’s time to stir the pot. Warnings: cursing Word count: 1984

It was weird and still a little bit scary.

It has been a week since you agreed to stay with the Maeko, and although they lived very differently like the people at the mansion, it wasn't too hard to learn the ropes of being with the catfolk.

You stayed in Bataar's hut. You don't know how, but you missed the stairs to the upper floor when you first arrived and looked for a weapon. There wasn't anything special up there, just a bed and a few trophies he hunted down over the years. You slept on the furs downstairs, it was warm and surprisingly cozy.

During the first days, you didn't dare to leave his side. You learned that he was the chieftain of the Maeko, the tribe of tigerlike catfolk. At least, most of them were tigers, since there were a few exceptions among them. Like Duren, a kind lioness who helped you prepare food, and Ekna, the cheetah. She was direct and a bit rough with her words, she didn't speak your language that well, but she made sure you understood all the tasks she gave you.

And of course, there was Jargal, the black panther that still terrified you whenever you saw him. He snarled and stared at you with a gaze that could kill. Duren and Ekna said that you shouldn't worry about him that much, since it was Bataar who took you in, and he didn't question his choices that much.

Still, you tried your best to stay out of that panther's way.

Bataar, on the other hand, was so much different. He had a lot to do during the day, but he took time to check up on you, making sure that everyone treated you right and such. Every night, he escorted you back to the hut, asking you about your day. It warmed your heart and you felt nothing but gratitude towards him.

But it made you wonder.

"How can it be that Bataar doesn't have a mate?", you asked one day while you sat down with Ekna and Duren to wash some clothes.

"What do you mean?" The cheetah perked up her ears curiously as she asked.

"He is so nice and always ready to help everyone. And he is the chieftain! Why is he leaving alone?"

"Well", Duren sighed, "It wasn't like that all the time. He had a mate, her name was Yagan."

"She was strong and kind, and they had many cubs!", Ekna added with a sour smile.

"But she died a few years ago, and ever since, Bataar hasn't had anyone in his bed."

It made sense. You remain silent for a while. Poor Bataar. You only knew him for a week now, but you already had a feeling that you wanted him to be happy. He truly cared about his tribe and wanted the best for everyone.

Once you finished the clothes and parted ways with the females, you realized that this was the first time that there wasn't any kind of task left for you. There was still plenty of food for yourself and Bataar, you already fed the chickens and cleaned up the house in the morning, and now that you were done with the washing too, there was nothing left to do.

You took a deep breath from the warm afternoon. For all your life, you were a servant, and while you did a very similar job here too, it was still different. They didn't make you stay, you were not the Maeko's or Bataar's possession.

You were more or less free, and it was still a lot to take in.

So after a little walk around the hut, you decided to find Bataar and ask him if you could help him in any way.

In the morning he always took a long walk around the village, just inspecting everyone and everything. After that, he spent his time with his warriors and hunters, making plans for their next move. The Maekos were hunters and adventurers, always seeking something new, for trading all kinds of goods, but also, just for the thrill of it. And you liked that - it was so different from your past life, it offered something fresh, something new.

But for the afternoon, it was hard to predict where to find him. Sometimes he went out for a quick hunt or trained with his warriors, but you often found him having a nap in the shade of a tree.

So you just paced around in the village. After a while, the Maeko got used to your presence, and there were no side eyes toward you. Although, you weren't the first human in the village. Ekna and Duran already told you that there were many times that tribe took in humans. In the past, there were human slaves around the village at all times, but the tradition of slaves faded away for good for a while now. It was never forbidden for humans to join the Maeko if they were worthy. And you also learned that some of the catfolks got a bit too excited about their new human neighbors, so much so that from neighbors they quickly became mates.

You still didn't know how to feel about that.

"How is it feel like to be the chieftain's little fucktoy, human?"

You almost jumped as you heard a raspy voice from behind. You turned back with a little yelp immediately, and your blood went cold.

There was Jargal, leaning against a tree, polishing his knife with a cloth, with a glare on his face. He was taller than you, and as he only wore a leather vest on his upper body, you could see the muscles under his fur, and it didn't make him less scary. You were in such a panic that for a while you didn't even realize what he just said.

"His what?" you muttered with confusion, and the beast laughed.

"Don't pretend like you have no clue what am I talking about." He put the knife back onto his belt with a huff and closed the distance between you. You wanted to back away, but your back hit a wall. He squeezed you between the wall of a hut and his bulky, muscular body.

"I thought after losing Yagan he would never pick anyone else, but he couldn't resist your soft little body, right?" he growled, with a smile that made you shiver. "You trembling like a bunny, huh? He should take better care of his belongings. Leaving you alone like that? What if somebody would steal you away? His little doll?"

You just couldn't handle it anymore. Not the way he was looking at you, how he talked about Bataar, and especially how he leaned even closer to you. He was threatening, yeah, and you were more than terrified of him and what he could do to you, sure. But you just couldn't take it anymore.

"I am nobody's possession and if you don't back away right now..."

"Nobody's possession?" he asked, not even acknowledging the fact you were trying to threaten him with something. "You telling me that it's been a week and he still hasn't claimed you?" he laughed viciously.

"Claim me?"

He really thought all along that you and Bataar were sleeping together...? Why would he...?

"You really are dumb, aren't you?", he leaned even closer, now his fangs were just inched away from your face as he grinned. "But that's okay. So you are nobody's possession, huh? It won't be long before someone would sweep you away and..."

"Jargal!"

A crispy voice made the both of you flinch, and you turned your head to the owner of it. An older, female catfolk appeared from the other side of the hut.

"Don't bother the human, at least not next to my house, you moron."

The panther grunted with annoyance but then stepped back with a cocky smile.

"Looks like you got lucky today. We'll see how long he can keep you by his side."

"Come on, don't you have anything better to do than being a menace?" the hag growled again, waving with the wooden spoon in her hands as she came closer. "If you keep that up I will ask Bataar to send you away for herbs you will never find."

Jargal just growled and with a final, intimidating look at you, he walked away with a puff. You turned to the old female, trying to say thank you, but as soon as you smiled at her, she bashed at you too. "And why are you still trembling like a reed in the wind? Do you want him to come back? Now come inside, you should eat some soup before you faint on me or something."

She didn't even wait for your answer, just turned her back on you and slowly shuffled back to the hut. She really seemed old now that the threat disappeared, you almost heard her bones rattling as she took off.

Her name was Altan. She talked a lot, mostly to herself. How the young ones annoyed everyone around the village, especially Jargal, how Bataar should finally get rid of him, and how Yagan would have never let anyone be so disrespectful to Bataar. She rambled about how the tribe has changed since she was a child and you found yourself smiling at the whole scene. The old ones are the same in every species, as it seems, right?

Someone knocked on the door, and as you both turned in its direction, you saw a familiar face.

"Ah, there you are", said Bataar with a smile as he came in. "You're not bothering Altan, are you?"

You tried to answer, but Altan cut you off.

"Nah, other than nearly pissing herself in front of my hut, nah", she waved it off as she was preparing some kind of ointment in a dish. Bataar looked at you with confusion.

"What?"

"You should be more careful, Bataar", said Altan more seriously this time. "Jargal is getting out of hand."

His curious gaze quickly turned into worry as he took a few steps closer to you.

"Did he hurt you?!"

You shook your head. "No, don't worry about me. He disappeared when Altan scolded him."

Bataar growled quietly, his white brow spots furrowed as he looked out the window of the hut.

"I will have a word with him."

"Oh yes, because words will help you keep Jargal away from your new little pet, of course."

You both stared at Altan for long seconds.

And after that, there wasn't really a conversation. Bataar walked you back to the hut, quietly, and you weren't sure what kind of silence it was.

It wasn't awkward.

Maybe a little bit, but you didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed. You slowly glanced up at him, wondering what could be on his mind. You wanted to ask, but... You still felt like a stranger next to him sometimes. You didn't blame yourself for that, since it was only a week ago when he saved you.

But still.

When you reached the hut, you opened the door but then stopped. Bataar looked at you, and as you glanced up at him, you felt a tug on your heart.

"I..." You opened your mouth to say something, but you closed it quickly. You weren't sure what to say, but you desperately wanted to tell him something.

"I think you should rest now." Bataar cut you off from that. You weren't sure, but... He looked just as confused as you.

"You might be right." You nodded, looking away sheepishly.

"We'll go out hunting, so don't wait for me tonight."

You looked up, a bit surprised. You didn't know you would be alone tonight. Maybe your face said too much though, because Bataar smiled, and patted your head lightly.

"Don't worry. We'll see each other tomorrow."

[sohannabarberaesque]

More in the vein of Hollywood's working-class (or reasonable facsimile thereof) districts such as Fancy-Fancy from TC's clowder is bound to have his feline romantic escapades on the owl shift.

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[aikakyu]

[memememescat]

Nuzzling Their Way into Our Hearts

This cute illustration of two cats in love is melting hearts. A perfect symbol of affection and companionship! 🐾❤️

[littlepawz]

It appears here we have a feline re-enactment of Romeo and Juliet <3 

[sohannabarberaesque]

Meanwhile, back in Gatlinburg, at the hilltop retreat of the Cattanooga Cats ... Kitty Jo somehow can't resist getting ready for her romantic escapades among her fellow bandmates this evening.

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[cryptidcrocuta]

let it flood let it flood let it wash away