#Werecat reader

[running-with-kn1ves]

You reblogging that werecat gf getting dommed post makes me drool thinking of werewolf edira fucking her werecat gf/employee/darling to submission

If you have time, could you write it out for the sapphics who need more female yanderes on tumblr🥺

I physically couldn't NOT write this!! I've been having trouble writing lately so it's pretty self-indulgent but I hope it's good enough for my edira lovers 🙏 everybody thank @werecreature-addicted for the werecat/werewolf inspo juice

CW: NSFW, fem! Werecat reader, werewolf Edira, sexual content literally just a nsfw gay drabble

Hm, Oh look-- The pretty kitty's nose got stuck where it doesn't belong."

Her flat tone lacked any surprise- almost sounding pleasantly expected.

Snooping into your bosses locked file drawers was never something you thought you'd do. It's too bad she stole your phone for "insubordination", claiming you could have it back at the end of the day if you kept your attitude as her obedient secretary. Not the mouthy employee who cares about trivial things such as "privacy," and "the right to communicate with coworkers on things besides work."

It only took you 20 minutes after your lunch break to start the undercover search for what she had stolen. You didn't trust your obsessive, erratic predator of a boss to not go through your belongings.

It was like she resented you, the "cat stench" you wafted in along with her coffee, or the pieces of fur and hair she found on the occasional set of new copies. As if she didn't shed enough for two, her office needing to be lint-rolled every Tuesday and vacuumed from top to bottom by the end of Friday. Her stress made her that much more irritated and finicky, leaving your allergies to fester and her anger at your small mistakes increase tenfold.

You should've known her lunch break wouldn't be an entire hour like scheduled; workaholics and possessive bosses don't let their underlings rest for too long.

Maybe this would've happened whether or not you were snooping, maybe she would've reprimanded you no matter where she found you... but her glare, the harshness in her claws and the way her usually alert, pointed ears were flat-- it made her look all the more menacing.

"Such a dutiful mouth, from an insignificant creature... so weak, barely able to lift your head."

She snarled with a rough, guttural growl echoing from the back of her throat.

"Ed..ir..thag--"

You choked out broken sobs from behind sensitive cuspids, two fingers rhythmically pulsing against your tongue, two more from your bosses opposite hand, inside of you. How many orgasms, how many screams did you bite down on her fingers to silence?

Did it matter, now that the building was empty and her office door was wide open? These were the consequences, apparently, for trying to text back a friend or a family member... you couldn't remember anymore. Maybe you were just trying to see the update your favorite influencer threw out. But it never mattered, not when edira nipped at your ears, leaning deeper from behind as her fingers worked magic in defiling your mouth and pretty pussy.

"I knew werecats were a devious breed...hm, not very resilient though--are you?" She pulled two fingers out of your cunt, tugging at the base of your wildly flicking tail.

Yowling from behind her digits in your mouth, you gripped at the slippery layer of wood beneath you. She pulled your tail forward, your ass sticking up as your mouth was suddenly sucking on air, missing her fingers as they slide back to hold your thigh.

"You should know better than to come to work in your heat, sneaking into my office, shoving your chest up against my desk--ngh, less composed than the wolves I know. "

Your heat? You hadn't felt thar burning sensation in your lower stomach for months. It wasn't season quite yet-- but for werewolves...

Over shedding, her irritation, calling you into her office every 5 minutes, continuously out of breath-- who's heat was happening again?

You didn't have time to contemplate any further, claws once ripping at your tail now digging into your stomach as her free hand was pulling your hands back. They were your only source at staying somewhat stable on the mahogany desk. She ripped the short, but cutthroat nails of your stubby fingers backwards as one hand held two of your wrists together, your head falling to hit against forgotten paperwork. Across from you, her laptop remained open, an email draft sitting as the computer timer counted to shut down from lack of use.

"Please, miss Edir-ah--!" You clench around her fingers as they slide back in, playing with your slick as she grinds against the corner of the desk. the way your tail tries to cover up your sensitive hole makes her laugh, giving a small pinch to your ass.

"Pet pet... mph, you're making me burn-- it's all your fault... I have to take you home,"

A small kiss to your cunt made your walls flitter. You can't help but arch your back involuntarily, imagining yourself in your bosses home, in her bed-- her fangs pressed deep into your neck and her fuzzy tail wagging with delight.

You could feel her drool down against her fingers, pushing inside of you with a playful rhythm.

"Werecats deserve to be used like the weaklings they are-- and you, my darling are no different." You felt the shake of the desk as she rutted against it, a long tongue reaching where Ediras fingers couldn't. "Need me to help you through your heat, huh? Gonna take your punishment like a good kitty?"

If you weren't going through your heat, you were facing something akin to it now. But between the two of you-- your hot-headed boss was far more worked up, salivating at the smell of you, nearly finishing on her desk at the sensation of you on her fingers.

The lights by your cubicle were beginning to shut off, one by one. You prayed the janitorial crew would avoid this side of the office, for now. Hopefully, they won't question the mystery mess left upon Edira's desk...

[monstersholygrail]

Rare Snow Leopard Hybrid who knows he’s unique and special and only deserves the best. But who’s been sent back to the shelter multiple times for being difficult.

When you decide to adopt him, feeling bad he hasn’t had a stable owner since his previous one passed, Snow Leopard Hybrid thinks you’re exactly the same as the others. He looks down on you, viewing you as just another dumb human.

But when your love and affection makes his tail shot up, swaying side-to-side, and his cock tingle, he decides to have mercy on you. He gives you the blessing of being the one he feeds his hard aching cock into, sinking his length into your tight heat and drooling over how perfect your walls feel all snug around him.

He kneads at your soft belly as he ruts into you like a man possessed, refusing to acknowledge that he’s going feral over a human. But he can’t help it when your pretty fat cunt is sucking him back in with every thrust, forcing his cock to twitch and jerk deeper inside you. He can’t believe how perfect you are for him, like you were made to take his cock. He wonders what else you’d be perfect for…

“I-I guess— Mmph!— that you’ll be fit to carry my litter. Just a human, b-but fuuuck, s’look so pretty all round and swollen with my kittens,” Snow Leopard Hybrid babbles messily, saliva dripping off his fangs and making such a mess of you. It only turns you on more to see how needy he is for you.

His thrusts grow sloppy as he fucks into you with a single purpose of shooting his cum inside you till his seed takes root. Hips swiveling and rutting against you, chasing his pleasure so much he doesn’t notice how he’s hitting that spongy spot inside of you with every jerk of his hips.

When you cum you cum hard, your vision flashing with stars and your weeping cunt clenching down hard around the Snow Leopard. He lets out a long yowl, feeling you suffocate his needy pulsing cock, and he slides down to the hilt before erupting and shooting long thick spurts of cum right into your eager womb. He cums and cums, seeming like it’ll never stop, filling you up to the brim. Only then does he sag against you, bumping his forehead affectionately against your neck, his cat ears tickling your cheek, and trilling softly in your ear.

“Stupid human makin’ me cum so hard… Need’a give ‘er more and more of my loads till she’s pretty and pregnant. Gotta keep my mate all filled up,” Snow Leopard Hybrid mumbles as if you aren’t even there.

His plans for you for the rest of the night quite clear as he quirky rambles about doing anything to make sure his cum takes. And a second later your pussy flutters feeling him start to grow hard again inside of you.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

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

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

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

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

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

Thinking… thinking about this a lot…

[namosaga]

It's a yes.

Inspired by @pukefactory's ENA x Faoladh (WereBeast) Reader headcanons.

[citruswriter]

Mine First

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Soft yandere themes, possessiveness, dubcon, size kink (if you squint), biting, marking, clawing, bloodplay (???), creampie.

Monstertober/Yantober Prompts: Marking The Territory/Love At First Sight

Pairings: Male Werecat Monster x Fem Reader

He knew he loved you the moment he saw you. It was cold and raining the night he saw you. You came up to him without fear, your voice soft and compelling as you made sure he was ok. He was wary of you at first but you were so pretty, how could he resist you? It wasn't long before you were picking him up and placing him in your raincoat, his meos of protest quickly being silenced with a gentle scratch behind his furry black ear. Of course you were completely clueless as to his true nature.

If you did, he highly doubted you'd be so open to changing in front of him or so comfortable with him in the room as you had late nights with yourself and your fingers, drawing those pretty whimpers and sighs from your throat while he stayed curled up on the chair in the corner of your room, tail twitching as he watched you. He'd be lying if he said he simply enjoyed being your pet.

You spoiled him to no end. The best wet food, a beautiful custom collar, and all the toys he could ask for but he wanted more. Wanted to kiss you, to run his fingers through your hair, wanted to pin you under him while you cried out as he pumped in and out of you with his large co- "Buddy you with me?" You cooed sweetly as you waved your hand in front of his face.

He snapped to attention, ears twitching as he looked up at your pretty face and meowed. You laugh softly as he got up and stretched before moving over to you to sniff at you face and rub his cheek on yours. "Awwwww. I love you too, buddy." You cooed, letting him rub on your face before kissing his furry forehead as he purred out, jumping from his spot on the cat tree and following you.

"I need your opinion for something, bubs." You say softly, walking to your room and fluffing up his favorite pillow. "I got a date tonight and need help with an outfit. I wanna look nice for him." You say softly and he let out a low growl. A date? With another man? He felt a wave of possessiveness come over him and looked up at you. Your eyes were wide at hearing him growl, after all, he had never growled before.

"Buddy what was that?" You asked in an almost concerned tone. "I know you don't like it when I'm away but I really want a boyfriend." You coo sweetly, trying to soothe him, your hand moving to pet him. He growled again and your eyes widened once more. You were his, why couldn't you understand this? Right... because he was a cat. Well... maybe it was time to put an end to that...

You turned away for a moment to dig through your closet, wandering what the ever living fuck was going on with your cat when the light cut off. You instantly froze, breath catching in your throat. Something told you not to move. That you were very much in danger right now.

Your lovely companion had no problem moving around as he stalked to you though. Had no problem spinning you around and pinning you to the wall. Had no problem clamping a hand over your mouth as he glared down at you. "Relax. It's just me. Your loyal kitty companion." He cooed out and you looked at him as your eyes slowly adjusted to the dark. You knew monsters existed. They had been a part of society for a awhile now. You just had never expected your fucking cat to be one.

You looked up at the man towering over you, taking in his features the best you could with your limited night vision. Slowly, he drew his hand away and you greedily sucked in air. "You're... my cat?" You asked softly and the man chuckled with amusment. It was an attractive sound. It sounded nice. "That's right, princess." He replied and you narrowed your eyes at him. And why exactly are you only revealing yourself now?" You asked and he gave you a fanged smile. "Oh I thought it was obvious. To keep you from going on that date. See, you're mine, darling." He said, his tone slowly turning to a growl. Your eyes widened and you scoffed. "Is this why you're being so pissy?" You hiss back and he growled.

Before you knew what was going on, his large hands found your thighs and hoisted you up, pinning you to the wall as he rubbed his cheek against yours. You gasp out as his lips found your neck, nipping and marking you. Marking you as his. His love. His pretty girl. His mate.

Your hands find his chest, whimpering softly as you weakly push against him with little luck. You mewled out as he found your sweet spot, his fangs sinking into the spot and marking you. You shriek as you felt the skin split open as he placed a mating mark on you. You do your best to take deep breaths as you sobbed out. To not focus on the pain. He pulled back after a bit to lap at the wound, his tongue rasped like a cats as he looks at his work with pride.

"Mine." He growled out before crashing his lips against yours. You whimper and kiss him back, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging gently. He was your kitty after all, and you loved him to death. Maybe you should give him a chance?

Your thoughts are interrupted as he carries you to your bed and tosses you on it. You yelp as you land, him crawling on top of you only seconds later, kissing up your body in an almost worshipful way. His hands slip under your top and take it off, fingers reaching up to easily snap your bra off and toss it off as well.

Hands found your breasts and he began to knead the flesh tenderly, purring softly as he did so. "So soft..." He murmurs out, nuzzling into your neck like a kitten. You would have found it amusing if you didn't feel him press his hard member in between your legs, grinding it into you and making you gasp out.

Claws find your shorts and panties and they're unfortunately ripped to shreds. You move to protest, to scold him, but his fingers circle your clit in an oh so marvelous way and your mind immediately goes blank, head falling back as you moan out. You let out a strangled "f-uck" as his fingers pick up the pace, pressing against your pearl harder as he continues rubbing your clit. He wanted you breathless, wanted you needy and wet for him.

He couldn't keep himself from attacking your exposed flesh while he did this. Marking anywhere he could reach with dark hickies as he rubbed your clit. You keen out under him as he brings you closer and closer to an orgasm. He can tell your close with the way your thighs start to quiver and how your back starts to arch. He keeps going until he has you cumming on his fingers, your body trembling as you cry out and cum.

He gives you a moment to breath and ground yourself in reality before he's manhandling you into a new position, flipping you over onto your stomach and bringing your hips up. "I'm not done with you yet, darling." He purrs out, claws digging into your hips in a way that would surely leave a mark as he slams inside you and immediately sets a brutal pace in you.

You cry out as he fucks into you, moaning and crying out as he quickly finds your g-spot and abuses it. You feel claws scratch at your back, leaving bleeding welts on your skin and he fucks you stupid on your own bed.

You shake as you feel his fingers in your poor clit again. "Come on baby. One more. Needa feel you cum on my cock, darling." He pleads softly as he fucks into you harder. You cry out as he effortlessly brings you over the edge again, your walls fluttering around him and driving him over the edge,

He bites into your shoulder as he cums in you, your walls still fluttering and milking him for everything he's got as he empties himself in you. "Mine." He says again, bust his voice is much more softer, much more loving as he licks at the wounds he had left on you during the intense session. You shake as he pulls out and falls on the bed next to you.

"Guess I'll have to cancel that date." You say shakily as he draws you in closer, purring as you run your fingers through his hair, his tongue still lapping at the pretty marks he left on your body. His arms encircled around you, pulling you closer and trailing his fingers over your flesh, lulling you to sleep in his arms.

Lowkey love soft yanderes and receptive darlings so you guys get to have 💞this💞 masterpiece. Love me. I poured my heart into it. Kind of hate the ending tho.

Taglist: @ozzgin

[kabr0ztrousers]

2 male tigers and f!reader bisexual threesom. Anytime if you want. I can wait.

Kabr0z Writes episode 112: Unicorn

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

And the AO3 here!

CWs: Oral sex; anal sex; vaginal sex; lots of sex; spined penises; enthusiastic consent

A/N: I'd like to extend a huge thank you to all the people who have sent in requests over the last few days, your support means so much to me.

That said, this series still has over 7 months left in it! So if you have an idea, or would like to see something revisited or expanded upon, send a request!

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Their names were Jack and Tom. Big, chubby, if you didn't know better you could believe they were brothers. They'd be your entertainment for the evening. You met on the internet, a pair of bi tigers looking for a third. Was it unicorn hunting if the unicorn is the nominally straight one? You didn't know. All you were sure of was the younger of these two was ten years older than you, and called the other one daddy.

You weren't strictly allowed more than one guest at a time in student digs, but in late April when most of the student body's either gone home for Easter or practically living in the library, sneaking them in was easy. They were more than happy to slip in once you'd made sure the coast was clear, and now the three of you sat in your room. You looked from one of the big felines to the other. Orange fur, striped with black, fading to white bellies.

Their hands were already all over you, pulling you out of your blouse, stripping off your bra, groping your tits as fanged mouths nibbled the soft skin of your neck. A large hand slid down your waistband, a pawpad rubbing at you over your underwear as you groped at its owners bulge, holding his husband to your neck.

All at once, they lifted you, sitting you on your desk. Jack, the younger of the two, knelt in front of you, holding your knickers to one side as his head was under your skirt, rough tongue lapping at your cunt. Tom was stood over him, kneading your tits as his face was still pressed into your neck, leaving you a necklace of hickies as you moaned with delight. Both of the men were giving you all their attention, not passing up the novelty of having a first-year student to play with.

You pulled your legs up, perching your heels on the desk, opening yourself for Jack to get a better angle at you. His tongue rasped at you, the texture of it making you squirm as it passed over the outside of your cunt. Every so often you'd feel your lips parting for him, letting him run that rough tongue right up the centre of you, rubbing over the hole all the way up you your clit. You could feel yourself clenching for him, your cunt already twitching and leaking, begging to be filled.

You didn't have to wait long. Jack unbuttoned his partner's pants, pulling the thick, forty-year-old cock free before giving it a quick tug and pushing it up into you. You gasped at the size of it, and at the barbs that spread and pricked your insides. He held you to him as he took a large step backwards to sit on the bed, placing you on top of him. Jack didn't waste time either, stepping up behind you to place his own tapered, feline cock at your asshole.

You ground your hips into Tom, purring as you worked his cock inside you, rubbing it against your most sensitive places, hungry for the prickling scratching inside you as you came to a shuddering orgasm. You felt a familiar pawpad on your ass, holding your cheeks open as Jack rubbed a generous helping of lube onto your winking asshole.

He eased himself in gently. Your orgasmic moaning only intensifying as he pushed and pulled his way into your virgin asshole.

The two cocks rubbed against one another inside you, both working with each other to get you off. You could feel them filling you as you groaned and cried, their hands stroking your skin as your hips worked overtime. You didn't want it to stop, pushing yourself harder, grinding faster and deeper. Your hands squeezed your tits as Tom pinched your nipples, Jack's fingertips rubbing quick circles around your throbbing clit.

You screamed. Your hips stopped as your legs shook. All you could do was sit there and twitch, propped upright by the cocks in both of your holes

Your cunt clenched against Tom. Maybe a little too much. You felt him tense up under you as his cock began to twitch and throb. Thick spurts of cum flowed into you as he held you down onto him. Two last quick thrusts into your ass and Jack joined in, filling you up from the other side.

You sat there with the two men, enjoying their warmth as their cocks gradually softened inside you.

Cuddle piles are great

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Bit of a shorter, less narrative heavy episode tonight!

Once again, I remind you that requests are open! If you have an idea, drop me an ask to add it to the list, it'll most likely get made!

[atlas-nsfw]

How would different were-creatures react to body hair and/or stretch marks on their partners body?

-🪱

Werewolves would be so pleased by body hair. To them, humans don’t have enough and they are always worried about a human partner being colds. Lots of reminders to bundle up. Body hair helps them worry a little less and they would pet it the same way their human pets their fur

Werebears feel the same about the hair but are even more enthusiastic about stretch marks, especially new ones. Those are a sign their human is healthy and eating enough! They would absolutely worship stretch marks.

Werecats barely even notice until they start grooming their human. At that point they take extra care of the “fur” and the “scars”.

[carnivorousyandeere]

Werecats; Fate

full moon, claws

Day two for @yandere-sins’ Monstober and @ozzgin’s Yantober! This was heavily inspired by the werecats from Scooby Doo on Zombie Island, ngl 😂

CW: kidnapping, forced transformation, forced to take medicine/potion, injury to Darling, yandere harem/cult/coven

“Open up,” the Matriarch’s voice is gentle, but not a suggestion.

Claws press into your cheeks carefully, razor-points barely pricking the skin, forcing your resistant mouth wide. Your bleary eyes burn with more tears than you thought you had left in you. Weakly, you bite at the various fingers prodding at your teeth. A claw scrapes into your tongue. You recoil as the blood blooms in your mouth. There’s a hiss and a swat from the matriarch, and the hands retreat from your mouth, only to settle on any exposed skin they can find. Petting you, admiring the patches of fur emerging, running their claws over the still-human flesh as if to encourage the transformation to quicken.

The Matriarch pets your head, adjusting it in her lap. Another werecat brings a cup of tea. “Thank you, dear,” the two exchange a kiss and part with the Matriarch rubbing her cheek against the other’s.

“Here,” she offers you a sip of the bitter-smelling brew. She notices your eyes go wide as they can, swollen as they are, and gently cups your cheek. Your sprouting fur itches against the pads of her hand. “I know it’s not easy. The first few never are.”

You press your lips shut tightly, shaking your head, but the Matriarch only adjusts her hand to press at the divots behind your jaw. The pain is brief and intense, burning through your nerves like gunpowder, along with the tea scorching your throat. Everything dulls to a warm ache once the tea hits your stomach. You shudder and go limp. The others begin to stretch and lay down around and on you, purring and pushing at one another to gain the most contact with you.

“But there… isn’t that better, kit? It’s so much easier when you just give in. Why fight so hard, hmm? Your destiny lies with us now.”

[ducklover-24]

Cheeto....Puff

"Stiles, pleaseeee."

"No, I already said no. Stop asking."

I frown as I run after him to stop him from going inside the house, "Come on baby, it wouldn't be that bad. I swear I'll take care of her, you won't even have to do a single thing other than live with her."

He sighs and reaches for the door knob but I jump in front of him before he can open the door, "It's really not that bad of an idea and you know it."

He shakes his head and tries to push me to the side, "Sweetheart, we've talked about this. Besides, you're already a cat, why do you need one?"

I scowl and cross my arms, "I am not a cat."

He nods, "Uh huh, my bad, you're a seagull, that's why you can pop out claws on command and your eyes get all green and glowy. Not to mention the wicked reflexes and flexibility you have."

I roll my eyes before scoffing, "As if you're complaining about the flexibility," he wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk as I continue, "and just because I have catlike abilities doesn't make me a legitimate cat. Just how Scott isn't a full blown dog slash wolf."

He chuckles, "Yeah sure, can I go inside now? I'm hungry."

I feel my heart skip a beat as I chew on lip, "Uh, yeah."

Before I can say anything he's already through the door on a straight path to the kitchen. I rush in after him almost forgetting to close the door, hoping to sidetrack him for a little longer. I slow down and glance into the living room and almost choke on my spit at how visible she is. As I get into the kitchen Stiles has already laid his gun and badge on the kitchen table making me roll my eyes, "How many times do I have to tell you to not leave those out in the open. What happens if a kid or something comes by and snatches it?"

He pauses in his sandwich making and looks at me, "Last time I checked we didn't have kids."

I open my mouth and then close it before scoffing, "Well, when we do it could be danger-."

"And when we have kids I'll stop leaving them in the open."

I huff out a sigh as I watch him finish making his sandwich which is now making me hungry. As I go to make my own sandwich I stop in my tracks as Stiles stops mid bite and looks over the counter into the living room, "Uh, Y/N, what is that?"

I follow his finger to see him pointing at the orange ball of fur chasing a ball across the floor. "Uhmmm, a speck of dust?" My voice squeaks a little bit at the end of my sentence.

He looks at me and then back to the orange ball darting around like a mad man before speaking, "Really? Because to me that looks awfully similar to a cat. A cat I specifically said no t-," he stops mid sentence when he looks back to the living room and his mouth drops, "WHAT IS THAT?!"

I clasp my hands together behind my back and rock back and forth on the balls of my feet, "Uhm, another speck of dust?"

He whips his head to the side to look at me with a deadpan look, "Wow, imagine that, an orange speck of dust and a black speck of dust that coincidentally, both look exactly like cats."

I give him a forced grin before finally breaking and grabbing onto his arms since he put his sandwich down, "Baby, I swear I wasn't planning on it. I was on my way home from work and they started following me. I swear I'm not lying they legitimately followed me to out front door, well to the bottom of the stairs cuz they're still kittens and can't climb up stairs yet, but if they could've, they would've followed me all the way to the front door. I wasn't originally gonna let them in until you got home, but then they started crying and they were so scared, and baby they were alone. So, I couldn't just leave them out there so I took them with me to PetSmart and got all the cat essentials and then came home and set it all up and I swear I'll take care of them. You won't have to lift a single finger for them I pinky promise."

Stiles stares at me with a mix between amusement and amazement of how I said that all in one breath, and a little bit of 'how in the actual fuck is this my life.' I watch for even a twitch of a smile from him, but nothing, not even a single muscle moved. My nervous smile slowly fades into a frown before I lick my bottom lip. I step back and nod my head slowly, "Okay, I'll find them a new home."

I watch in hope for him to tell me to stop and that we can keep them but he shows no sign of even moving. I nod again and turn around before heading to the living room to scoop up the furballs and my phone. Once I've got them in a secure grip I head upstairs to my office.

I sigh as I watch the kittens bat around my shoelaces, not a single clue in the world that they're about to be dumped off on some random ass person from Facebook. As if they can sense my sadness the climb up into my lap and give me the most pitiful meows known to mankind. My lip trembles before tears start to fall. I know it's silly, crying over getting rid of two kittens you've only known for like four hours but all my life I've dreamed of having a cat. Sure we had dogs growing up but the one animal my parents never let me have was a cat. They always told me that when I grew up and had a place of my own I could have my own cat, clearly they didn't know I'd marry a cat hater. After I got bit by Kate fucking Argent, and changed into some werecat creature, it started to make sense as to why my love for cats ran so deep.

I get pulled from my thoughts by my phone pinging, when I look at it there was a notification from some random women that said she'd love to have the kittens. I put my phone back on the ground before sniffing as more tears fall, "I'm sorry I can't keep you, but I promise I'll make sure she'll take good care of you."

They cuddle in closer to me and let out sad, pitiful meows, almost as if it's as heartbreaking for them as it is for me. I wipe the tears from my face before petting them, "I guess I'm never getting a cat, huh?"

"Yes you are."

I turn my head to the doorway to see Stiles leaning against the doorframe. I blush in embarrassment knowing he saw me cry over some random strays, "How long have you been there?"

He pushed off the doorframe and walked towards me, "Since you got what I assume is the message telling you someone wants them."

I sigh before nodding, "Yeah, someone wants them. Can't say I'm surprised. I'll give all the stuff I bought for them to the lady too if she wants it." I look back down at the kittens, who have fallen asleep curled together, and pet them again. "We'll have to keep them for tonight since it's late but I'll keep them locked in here so you don't have to deal with them."

When I look back at Stiles I can see the guilt and sadness in his eyes as he sits down next to me, "Sweetheart-."

I look away and wave him off, "No, I get it. You've made it clear during our six years of being together that you don't want cats." I sigh before saying, in a near whisper, but still loud enough for him to hear, "I promise I won't ask again."

He turns my head to face him before brushing away a stray tear, "You can keep them. As long as I don't have to scoop up their shit."

My eyes widen and I perk up, "You mean it? We can keep Cheeto and Puff?"

He snorts at the names before nodding, "Yeah baby, they're all yours."

I smile before moving the kittens slowly off my lap so I don't disturb them. Once I'm sure they're out of harms way I squeal and throw myself at Stiles, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! This is literally a dream come true! I love you so much handsome."

He chuckles and gives me a quick kiss, "You're welcome baby and I love you too , but can we change their names?"

I raise an eyebrow before shaking my head, "Hell no, they're so fitting for them. Our little Cheeto and Puff. Cheeto's a boy and Puff is a girl by the way so we'll have to get them fixed, especially since I think they're siblings. Ooo, I'll have to get them a cat tree and more toys so they can be entertained while I'm at work. And I gotta do research to find the best food for them. It's probably going to-," I pause my rant as I look at Stiles to see him staring at me with the same lovestruck look he's always given me, "What?"

He shakes his head with a smile, "Nothing, you're just perfect."

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A/N: I'm taking requests for any teen wolf character with any plot that you want. Let me know what you guys think of this one!

[monstersholygrail]

Ex-Playboy Snow Leopard Hybrid is used to bringing out the vocal side of his sexual partners. Both outside and inside the bedroom. They just can’t hold it in around him, their endless sounds of pleasure.

It’s no surprise how easy it is for him, he’s more than well aware that he’s special. He’s a prize, a rare hybrid that anyone would give their lives to pleasure. And he took advantage of that for a long time.

That is until he met you and gave it all up.

On average he can make a person unravel and scream their throats raw with ease. It barely took any effort for him at all. But like everything when it comes to you, is a special case.

He’s trying and failing not to lose himself in you as he fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you. Bringing you to release at least twice on his fingers, another thrice on his tongue, and who knows how many times he’s rolled you around into different positions till you’re squirting all over his sheets.

Yet while he’s drunk off your holes and your sweet essence, you look completely indifferent. Your eyes just barely glassy with arousal is the only proof he has of his effect on you. A harsh whimper tears out of him. He’s getting desperate here.

Slipping out of you causes you to softly whine, momentarily soothing your bf from going feral on your ass. But it’s still not enough, not even close. He digs his claws into your plush hips and flips you back over, his arms hook beneath your knees and he folds you into a mean mating press as he slams his cock back inside you in one brutal snap of his hips.

He growls furiously as you don’t even gasp, your eyes only slightly widening and your back arching. He needs more, he needs to hear you. His tail thrashes around behind him and he’s not even controlling it as it wraps your ankle tightly, claiming every part of you.

It’s impossible to control himself now that he’s back inside your snug walls so he immediately starts back up at a frantic pace, driving his cock upward and hitting all those deep sensitive spots inside of you. Meanwhile his eyes never leave yours, looking for any sign of a reaction. A flush of your soft chubby cheeks or a tear of euphoria that falls from your gorgeous eyes.

One particular smack of your hips against his has you crying out loudly, your body writhing beneath him and silently begging for more.

“F-fuck, nngh, yes!!” You cry out.

Your bf gasps in awe like he’s finally found his perfect prey after a long hunt. It’s no scream or mewl but it’s a start. And thank god, he was starting to wonder if he’s actually bad at this. But of course he’s not.

And he continues to prove it as he picks up his pace, rutting into you like he’s gone into his rut. Eliciting louder moans, cries, and even small shrieks with every precise and carefully planned plunge of his cock along your sopping tight hole.

“Oh, yes! Ah— fuck yes, right there! Don’t stop!” You scream as if possessed and your grins, his fangs glinting in the light as he fucks into you at a steady rough pace.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” he purrs, low rumbles vibrating from his chest while he watches the pleasure he wracks out of you as he fucks you brainless.

Satisfaction curls in your bf’s chest and he hasn’t even cum yet. But your sounds are sweeter than any release he’s ever experienced in his entire sexual history. He can tell that each snap of his hips sends you closer to release. There’s nothing he wants more than to give that to you. I

“So good, oh my god, it’s so good! More, more, mmph-more,” you scream out your ecstasy with stars in your eyes. And there it is. Just what he’s been looking for.

“Well… only ‘cause ya begged so pretty,” he rasps and slips a hand between your hot sweaty bodies.

Your body jolts against his as he rubs his fingers along your bundle of nerves, forcing out strings of delightful shrieks and moans. The force of his thrusts send your thighs shaking and your hole fluttering around his toe-curling girth. And the dual stimulation has you hurtling over the edge.

Waves of euphoria wash over you and your final orgasm crashes through your body like a storm. Noises even he’s never heard of fall out of you, the sounds warping and crackling under the weight of pleasure. Worse than the sounds of a dying animal. And your bf is relishing in it, letting it fuel him to reach his own release.

With one final buck of his hips, he slams his knot inside of you just in time to release his heavy load as deep inside your hole as he can get. He roars while he empties himself of you, spurt after spurt flooding your tight channel and filling you to the brim.

He works you both through it until your trembling body relaxes and merely twitches from the aftershocks. Afterwards he plops down right on top of your plush frame and nuzzles into the thick curve of your neck, purring loudly and contently. Looking at him like this you never would’ve guessed he was ever a playboy.

His own satisfaction in himself and how good he made you feel makes you happy in return. A soft smile spreads across your face as your arms curl around him. Relaxing and holding him close as his knot keeps you two locked together.

Seeing just how proud he is of himself maybe it’s better not to tell him that while the climax was real, all of the noises were faked.

[bunnis-monsters]

I like the idea of your werecreature/animal hybrid lover seeing your period as your “heat” and getting very confused when you don’t constantly want sex.

Your pheromones are driving him crazy, your scent makes him hard and needy… and YOU’RE the one that’s supposed to be in heat!

So he’s a little pouty… but that doesn’t mean he stops taking care of you and fussing over you… and he gets very happy when you ask him to play with your pussy to help relieve your cramps…

[miriunknown]

The moon's glow🌕

George Weasley x Werecat!reader

Warning: mild body horror,

Summary: George has his suspicions about a certain girl in his year, she's a loner, off in her own world and she tends to disappear when a full moon approaches, he decides to keep an eye on her and is keen on discovering her secret

A/n: I wanted to kinda explain how Werecat's work atleast in how I'm going to write them; Werecat's are extremely similar to Werewolves when it comes down to transformation— Full moon comes out they transform (rather painfully) into their new form against their will, however, Werecat's still have their humanity left when transformed leading them to be less likely to attack unprovoked. They still are stand offish and will attack if provoked but unlike Werewolves they won't attack on sight. Their Werecat form is a somewhat humanoid cat like creature very lanky and horrific looking, with gangly limbs and long claws & teeth. Usually it looks more like a domestic cat rather than a big cat. In the days leading up to the full moon they tend to become very agitated and aggressive as their senses heighten and they get overstimulated rather easily, because of this they can have violent outbursts towards their peers.

—

George was fairly popular, always surrounded by his friends and siblings in his years at Hogwarts. He hardly felt alone, especially with his twin constantly by his side. Even so he still sought out new friends every chance he got, wether that's a random Hufflepuff he met in Hogsmeade or a random Ravenclaw he started talking to in the halls, he always kept his eye out for anyone who seemed rather lonely.

He noticed her pretty quickly, she would stroll to classes taking her time down the halls, she'd sit alone at lunch or dinner, she'd take Hogsmeade trips alone, this piqued his interest. He tried talking to her but she just gave him odd glances, ignoring him for the most part. He never gave up he kept trying and trying to get her attention to befriend her in his words, his friends and siblings started picking up on his behavior.

"you're started to seem obsessed with her, mate." His twin would say when he'd catch him staring at her from across the dining hall. "I'm not obsessed. I just don't get why she doesn't want to talk to me." He'd respond everytime bringing his attention back to the back of the girls head.

As he observed her more and more he noticed something, she'd become increasingly agitated and even a bit violent a few days out of the month, he initially thought it was usual girl stuff but this was, different. It wasn't normal, it was almost scary how any little thing would set her off and she'd be quick to snap at anyone.

A Ravenclaw boy tried to make fun of her once, George was about to intervene when she picked up a large moonstone she'd had on her desk in divination class and threw it at the back of his head with scary strength it almost cracked the boys skull open, it happened so fast no one saw it coming until the boy was on the floor. Miss Trelawney almost had a heart attack as she tended to the boy who was gripping his head in pain, quickly sending her to McGonagall's office due to her outburst.

Everyone steered clear of her during this time, except George, he couldn't take a hint to save his life. Surprisingly he was the only person she wouldn't snap at. He would talk and talk to her constantly and she wouldn't do anything, she just let it happen not paying him much mind as he rambled on. She'd get a scowl on her face when he'd sit by her but that was it.

As the full moon came and went, he noticed another thing about her. A few days after the full moon she'd be no where to be seen. Then she'd just reappear in class one day like she wasn't gone, he started getting suspicious. Keeping a constant eye on her even using the Maranders map to see where she was going. There was nothing out of the ordinary, until the next full moon came, and he saw her feet leaving the castle around sunset.

He decided to follow, quickly grabbing his wand and the map and sneaking out of his dorm following where she went on the map, she had went into the forbidden forest where she stood for a while allowing George to catch up to her. He stalked through the forest careful not to step on any twigs or anythiny that would alert any nearby creature's that he was there. Then he saw her, she was standing there staring at the sky; at the moon actually.

When to moon rose fully to the sky he heard her hiss in pain as she began changing, as her body morphed she knelt to the ground as her limbs became unnaturally long and gangly, her nails growing into sharp points her face contorting into one resembling a horrific looking feline creature. Her teeth now long and sharp, her body completely contorted into a gangly creature. He couldn't believe the sight he was seeing.

He stood there frozen in shock as he watched her fully transform, before she ran off deeper into the forest. He stayed there until he could no longer hear her footsteps before booking it back to the castle. Running as fast as his legs would take him, George was in shock, he just watched the girl he'd been enamored with for the past month turn into a terrifying creature.

This would probably turn people off, but no he's not that kind of person. If anything it intrigued him, he suspected a werewolf was a possibility but this was something he'd never seen before nor heard of. He laid back down in his bed setting his wand and the map on his nightstand as he tried to fall asleep. He was distracted by the sound of his twins loud snoring, and what he just saw.

He wasn't disgusted, if anything he was intrigued. He wanted to know more about the girl than he did before. He decided to talk to her when she got back to classes, to get the truth about what was happening.

The next three days were agonizing as he waited till he could see her again, part of him was worried for her, that she had gotten hurt that night. Another part longed to see her, to talk to her even when she wasn't talking back.

When she finally returned he saw her at breakfast, with bags under her eyes, her hair messy, and the usual unimpressed expression she had. He didn't eat breakfast at all that day he was too busy, watching her wondering what was going on in her head. Once breakfast was over and she started heading to class that's when he was going to talk to her.

But he couldn't do that like a normal person, so he waited in one of the large storage rooms that was on the way to her first class and he grabbed her pulling her inside the room with him as she let out a loud yelp, "WHAT THE HELL— George?? Why did you do that?" She said loudly her brows furrowed as her face turned sour. He tried to speak but he couldn't, he couldn't believe he actually heard her voice. Not only did she actually talk to him for the first time; she said his name.

She stared at him with the same sour expression on her face as he looked at her, he snapped out of it a blush spreading across his cheeks as he spoke, "I- I just needed to talk to you is all.." he stammered out sounding way more timid than he intended, the girl raised an eyebrow at him, "Well? Spit it out." He gulped at her attitude as he tried to figure out what to say— even though he'd been thinking about this conversation for the past three days.

"I know your secret." Is all he could say as he stood in front of her he could feel his palms start to get clammy, her eyes widened hearing the words that fell from his mouth. "What." Is all she said, "I saw you. In the forbidden forest a few days ago," he said staring into her eyes, her face went pale as she realized he knew what she was. "I'm not disgusted or anything, but I need to know what's up with that." He said awkwardly smiling due to the tension in the air, she sighed rubbing her face with her hands. "Fine, Weasley. I'll tell you." She maneuvered her body around him to sit on one of the boxes, "What you saw in the woods is because I'm infected with a rare form of Lycanthropy. Rather than transforming into a wolf creature like most, I turn into a cat." She said looking at him,

"does anybody know besides me?" He asked, she just shook her head. "No one besides the teachers." She mumbled, "how did you become infected?" She looked down at his question, "I was attacked when I was thirteen by one, It didn't do much damage by time someone found me. But I'd been infected by then." He nodded moving closer to her just slightly so she wouldn't notice it. "Well since I'm the only one who knows, guess you're stuck with me forever." He said bending down to get closer to her, a grin plastered on his face.

She rolled her eyes, "why? Aren't I some freak, aren't you afraid I'll hurt you?" she sneered at the boy, his eyes softened at her gazing down at her face that held an annoyed expression. "Nope. Honestly I think you being a Cat-werewolf or whatever, is cool." He said smiling, she raised her eyebrows in shock before she smiled a genuine smile. "Tch, you're so stubborn." She hopped off the boxes pushing past him to get to the door. "Thanks, George. That.. that means a lot by the way." She said looking back at him smiling as she opened the door leaving him in the room.

He held a dopey smile on his face all day, he couldn't help the happiness it brought him knowing that he finally got through to her.

[whiskis]

Omg your sad werewolf bf post made me think about how cats will YOWL of they think you arent home and when you walk in it goes from horrifying meow screaming to pitiful mews

Werecat bf being the absolute most when you’re just in the next room 🙄🙄🙄

Hi anon! YES! That also works!

Werecat boyfriend yowling every time you aren't in the same room as him. Werecat boyfriend yowling and scratching the door every time you go shower without him. Werecat boyfriend angrily scratching furniture if you don't pay him enough attention.

[fandomnerd9602]

Werecat!Y/N hugs Enid…

Enid: I love you

Y/N: I love you too, my favorite wolf

Enid: (giggles) we’re supposed to be enemies

Y/N: we’re enemies in love. I think we’re good together

Enid: so do I.

Y/N nuzzles her, Enid snuggles into their side…

[meiplays]

THAT BOY IS MINE

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Werecat!Reader (Enemies to Lovers)

Rating: SFW (spicy, suggestive tension)

Word Count: 1,025

Warnings: Heavy makeout, grinding, sharp sexual tension, weapon kink undertones, clawed gloves, seductive dirty talk, rough pinning, enemies-to-lovers dynamic, predator/prey vibes, Dean losing control.

The forest was heavy with fog and moonlight. Each breath Dean took came sharp, the cold air biting at his lungs. He could still smell blood on the wind — coppery and fresh — but what lingered stronger was something else.

Leather. Smoke. A hint of perfume.

You.

He crouched behind a gnarled tree, bootsteps silent as his fingers curled tighter around the hilt of the blade. Silver, etched in Enochian and iron-laced symbols. It was built to gut things like you — sleek predators in tight black leather who thought they could play with their food.

A whisper of movement.

Then there you were.

Poised under a silver beam of moonlight like a living dream, back against a tree, one leg bent, claws glinting from gloved fingers, lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.

Dean stepped out, blade raised. “You really don’t know when to quit.”

“I could say the same,” you purred, unfazed. “But I’m glad you didn’t.”

“You’ve got three bodies behind you. I'm not here to flirt.”

“Oh, but I am.” You pushed off the tree and sauntered forward, hips rolling with feline grace, eyes burning into his like they already owned him. “Isn’t this what you wanted, Dean? Me. Cornered. Breathless. All yours?”

He barked a humorless laugh, but didn’t lower the blade. “You’re a killer.”

“You’re a hunter,” you murmured, now only inches away. “That makes us the same thing, doesn’t it?”

Dean didn’t answer — too busy watching how your fingers drifted lazily over your own hips. You tilted your head, eyes glowing faintly, like you were daring him to strike.

He tightened his grip on the weapon and took a step forward, forcing you to press your back against the tree again.

“Last chance. I can end it now.”

You smiled wider. “Then do it, Dean. Come on… press it in.”

The knife hovered just over your chest, steady. But your voice dipped to a whisper, syrupy and dark.

“You can’t even look at me without wanting to touch.”

Dean’s jaw clenched. “You’re delusional.”

“No,” you purred. “I’m right here. And you’re losing.”

You reached up — slowly, deliberately — and traced a single clawed fingertip up his chest. His breath hitched. You kept going, up his throat, feather-light and lethal, until your hand cradled the back of his neck.

Then you leaned in — tongue flicking out, licking up the line of his pulse, slow and warm.

Dean’s whole body went rigid.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he hissed.

You pressed your lips to the corner of his jaw. “Making you forget why you ever wanted to kill me.”

The knife dropped.

His hand replaced it, fingers gripping your throat with rough intensity, pinning you — not choking, but owning.

He crashed into you with a kiss that was all fire and fury. There was no gentleness. Only heat, teeth, desperation. His hands roamed your sides like he couldn’t decide whether to worship or restrain.

You gasped against him as his thigh pushed between yours, grinding into you with purpose. Your hips moved in response — sinuous, slow, teasing.

“You’re a goddamn nightmare,” he growled between kisses.

You moaned, head tilted back as his mouth trailed down your jaw. “And you’re the fool who keeps chasing me.”

Dean grabbed your waist and shoved you harder against the tree. “You’re dangerous.”

You laughed breathlessly. “So are you.”

He kissed you again — deeper this time, his hand fisting in your hair, pulling a moan from your throat that you let him feel. His teeth scraped your bottom lip, and your claws dug lightly into his back through his jacket.

“You going to kill me now?” you whispered, voice wrecked with want.

Dean’s breath was hot against your cheek. “Maybe later.”

You dragged your lips along his neck, nipping the skin. “You want to ruin me.”

He groaned. “I want to bend you over this tree and make you purr.”

Your breath caught — and you laughed, wild and breathless. “Then claim me, Winchester.”

So he did.

He kissed you like he was starving, like he hated you for how badly he wanted you. Your fingers worked at the hem of his shirt, sliding underneath to feel hot skin and muscle. His thigh flexed between your legs as he ground up into you, forcing a gasp past your lips.

Every inch of you burned. Every touch was war and surrender all at once.

And Dean?

Dean was unraveling — the hunter in him screaming to finish the job, the man in him desperate to lose himself in your mouth again.

But he didn’t stop.

And neither did you.

The weapon stayed forgotten on the ground.

~

[rea-grimm]

Secret

Who would have thought that one inconspicuous plant would be enough to defeat a French assassin? Catnip, to be exact.

You loved working with Arno. Like him, you were an assassin. You worked well together and complemented each other. You became more than friends, but you weren't lovers, even though you wished you were.

You had the impression that Arno wanted to move on too, but something was stopping him. All this time, you thought it was because of Elise. The deceased templar who was first his sister and then his lover.

Besides missions, you spent your free time together, and even when the Assassin seemed genuinely happy at last, something always happened to set you back a step. You felt like you were moving in a vicious circle. You circled around each other, but it was as if you couldn't cross the invisible barrier that prevented you from getting closer.

There was passion between you, Arno even kissed you, but then he withdrew again, and many times he left you alone. He knew how much these escapes bothered you and always came with an apology and a gift. Roses, chocolates, dinner or a date in the park. You grew close again, got closer before he backed out again.

At first you tried to work things out with him, take a break from each other, date someone else, but eventually you got back together anyway. Over time, you gave up and accepted it for what it was. You figured that sooner or later it would work out.

You worked together on a simpler mission. You had to find a stray cat on the streets and return it to its elderly owner in exchange for information about the target.

You searched almost all of Paris before you finally found the cat. Or rather, Arno found it. When you met him at the appointed place, he was holding her in his arms and scratching her head. While another cat wandered around and rubbed against his legs.

"You are a total cat magnet," you joked, because he was handsome, and besides the cats, he was always being chased by women.

"This one's important, though. How about dinner and good wine when we get back?" He suggested as you made your way over to said lady.

"But you're paying," you replied with a smile, nudging him lightly with your shoulder.

"Of course mon amour," he replied, giving you a light nudge as well.

You returned the cat to its owner. She was very grateful, paid you properly and invited you to tea before divulging the information. You sat down on the small sofa while Arno looked around the apartment. This mission was yours, and it was the first time the Assassin had been here today.

It was a small apartment, which was crowded for your taste. There were lots of flower pots and cat toys. There were so many cats, you mistook it for a shelter.

Arno looked at one plant and rubbed its leaf between his fingers before smelling it. You thought it was cute, the way the cats were hanging around and rubbing against his feet.

The owner of the apartment told you everything you needed to know and was about to tell you something else when there was a crash and you noticed how the Assassin's knees buckled. You immediately rushed over and propped him up. Up close, you noticed that his eyes were red and his pupils were dilated. His head was spinning and his eyes were closing. He could barely stand.

You hurriedly apologized to the lady and said goodbye before taking Arno outside. You hoped the fresh air would do him good. He looked like he was under the influence of some kind of drug and you just hoped it wasn't poison.

You took him to your house, which was closer than his. As you supported him, you could feel him burning up. You really prayed he wasn't poisoned.

You dragged him through side streets where no one could see you until you reached the secret door leading to your apartment. You were unlocking the door when Arno wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder.

"You smell so good," he purred and kissed you under your ear. You didn't quite get it, since you hadn't worn any of the new perfumes. You just waved it off since he wasn't in his right mind.

In the safety of your home, you sat Arno down on the bed and ran to the kitchen to get some water since he was complaining of thirst. Asasin drank the water like it was nothing and watched you as you set it on the nightstand. You wanted to take his coat off so he wouldn't get unnecessarily hot. You pulled off the hood he was wearing and paused. Instead of normal ears, there were cat ears sticking out of his head, the same color as his hair.

He watched you with his big brown eyes before pulling you into his bed and hugging you. He snuggled closer to you and you could hear him purring contentedly like a cat. You tried to get out of his embrace as he was hot as a heater. 

But Arno had much more strength than you and he wasn't going to let you go. Instead, he took your hand, intertwined his fingers with yours, and kissed you on each fingertip.

"Je t'aime..." he purred, and continued to cuddle until he started pulling at his coat. You got the impression he'd forgotten how to properly use his hands and undress. 

"Wait, let me help you," you said, helping him into his shirt. You folded his vest and coat and placed them on a chair nearby. 

"Merci mon amour," he thanked you before taking your hand and kissing you on it again. He then placed your hand on his cheek in a small caress. You ran your free hand through his hair and gently touched his ear. 

Arno laid his head on your chest and let you scratch his head while he caressed your other hand. 

You were lying in a sort of half-sitting position with your back against a pile of pillows. As you cuddled like that, while the Assassin purred, you noticed his long, soft, dark brown cat tail curling up from under his shirt almost like a snake. 

This new limb of his swayed lazily from side to side, beckoning you to touch it. You reached out your free hand, but he dodged and brushed against your leg. You didn't reach for it any more and instead went back to scratching. 

The asasin settled back contentedly, his free arm around you before muttering something unintelligible and closing his eyes. He was asleep within moments, but as soon as you stirred weakly, he hugged you tighter. Eventually you gave up trying to escape, lying down a little better and closing your eyes as well.

The next morning, Arno woke up alone in your bed. He sat up, still groggily, and had no idea how he ended up in your bed, or if the lady had told you the information you needed.

"Bonjour, sleepyhead," you greeted him as you walked into the bedroom and kissed him in greeting.

"Bonjour, mon amour," he smiled dreamily. That smile of his always managed to blow you away. Assassin leaned back on one hand and ran the other through his hair. He frowned as he touched his cat ears and looked at you nervously before the smile disappeared from his face.

"Just don't worry, yesterday was more of a shock, trust me," you laughed at his reaction. You saw him lower his ears, pick up a pillow and hug him. Most of all, he wanted to sink into the ground.

"Hey, it's okay," you crouched down next to him and took his hand. "You know I'm here for you?" You tried to reassure him. Arno put down the pillow and took your free hand, squeezing it lightly.

"You are too dear to my heart. I didn't tell you even though I wanted to because I was afraid of losing you," he confessed, afraid to look you in the eye the whole time. Now it was your turn to squeeze his hand.

"Arno after all this time with you I wouldn't just leave you. Especially not for something like this," you explained gently. "I'd just like to know the truth," you added when you were sure he had processed your words. He nodded in agreement and attempted a smile.

You walked over to the kitchen where breakfast was already prepared. You started to eat and after a moment of silence, Arno started to explain.

"I was born a werecat. Just like my father, I can turn into a big cat. That also means I have improved reflexes, I'm faster, stronger, and so on. Usually when I get too relaxed or forget, I look like this..." he explained as you listened to him. Every now and then you'd ask him a question, and gradually you could see a stone fall from his heart.

"Merci beaucop mon chéri. It must have been difficult to hide it for so long," you said as you got up from the table and hugged him.

"You don't know how much I wanted to tell you," he confessed.

"You don't have to worry. You put on a full show last night," you joked, seeing Arno blush. "I'm never letting you near a catnip again," you said, running your fingers through his hair. Now that you knew the truth , you knew what it was.

"Merci mon amour, je t'aime plus que tout," and he kissed you. Now he didn't have to be afraid to relax around you and your relationship could finally move forward.

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