#cat hybrid!cod

[gremlinmodetweeker]

so… I was thinking about the CatHybrid!König au…

very big boy, very large, very judgmental as he watches you

He's just so large and puffy! I want to hold him and cuddle him and RAAAAAAAAAAAA he looks soooo fluffy!!!

He would let out the most pitiful meow if you hugged him too much. It would be genuinely pathetic.

[dmitriene]

cw: reader is a cat hybrid.

being simon's riley one and only lap cat, sweet thing with fluffy, fluttering ears and long tail that lays across his lap just as your body, slightly curled, splayed over his muscular thighs and nose burrowing in the cotton fabric of his pajama pants, enjoying the long, delicate strokes of his rough, calloused palm he brushes down your head and to the small of your back, chuckling deep and smoky at the way your spine stretches out beneath the gentle touch.

to be honest, he needed someone who would always be waiting for him at home, not only as a family member, or wife, or children, but something more affectionate, pet like, with fluffy body parts, with constantly needy behavior, curling up on his lap or chest with loud purrs and rubbing against the sloping curve of his stubbled cheekbones, nosing in the crook of his neck sweet and pliable, meowing at the tight squeeze of his pawing hands, going lax anytime he chooses to pick you up or stroke down.

simon loves how you seek him at the early morning light when he crawls out of the bed for his tea, in nothing but the pajama pants and naked chest, muscles softened, covered by the pudgy layer of little fat he accumulated by lazing out with you on the couch or the bed, a place for you to sink your clawed nails in when you follow his form out of the bedroom, curling behind his back, affectionate and clinging, the expanse of his scarred, tissued skin falling victim to your kneading fingers.

you tilt your head and crane your neck out for him when he bends to smother you in tender kisses, scratching behind your ears that flutter at the touch and elicit those adorable purrs deep from your throat, eyes barely open to look at him, enough to see how his own crinkle, pale eyelashes low over the tawny irises, the pupil shudders to dilate in response to yours, focused on with pooling, overflowing tenderness that makes simon so much softer on the usually razory edges, just for you.

simon takes care of you, your every need, especially when you start to whine about how empty and aching you are, your panties sodden, soiled by the slick that oozes and pools down onto the cotton with your need for him, to your gaping hole end up stuffed full of his cock, sheathed deep and secure along your pulsing, viscous walls, tight with warmth as you purr in against his solid chest, nuzzling over the softness of his muscles, as his hand pats across your plump ass.

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[quarterlifekitty]

Oh to be nik’s pampered kitty with a big scary Simon for a mate 😩🫶🏻 (love that hybrid writing my thanks to the chef)

Thinking about a couple scenarios for them

Simon using his teeth at your neck to scruff you, making you lay still while he settles his weight onto you and purrs violently. John will tell Nik— Simon isn’t usually the type to purr at all, so it sounds rough and low. He grinds himself against the soft white cotton covering your ass after rucking up your skirt, determined to get his scent all over you.

And Nik sitting behind you, holding your legs open by your thighs so that Simon can bury his rough tongue in your cunt while you unsuccessfully try to hide your face in Nik’s shoulder.

By the end of it you’re practically burning up and too dizzy and overwhelmed to move, but you can faintly hear John saying something about coming back when your heat sets in.

[shroompette]

Maine Coon Cat!König living alone in his den, generally unbothered until Bunny!Reader shows up during a storm, seeking shelter under the overhang of his home. Wet, cold and with an injured leg, König takes pity on her and brings her inside.

MCCat!König who doesn't really have many veggies lying around, but he does have some fruit. He watches Bunny!Reader's cheeks grow chubby as she stuffs them with bananas and canned nectarines. Poor thing, she must have been starved. He gives her a can of strawberries as well, which she neatly tucks away in her raincoat. He does not question her about it.

MCCat!König who, after he feeds Bunny!Reader, carefully rolls up the fabric of her pants to inspect and disinfect the nasty cut on her calf, taking the opportunity to give a closer look to her as a whole. He finds himself enchanted with the long, fluffy ears that droop around the sides of her head. Even wet, they still look enticing, cotton-soft and he wants to brush them, rub his cheeks against them, kiss them, pull them, bite them-

MCCat!König who manages to make Bunny!Reader a little nest to sleep in out of spare pillows and blankets, the crackle of the flames dancing in the fireplace lulling her to sleep. He watches her for a while and nearly purrs with delight when she rolls over in her sleep and reveals the round little scut that he'd like to use as a stress ball.

MCCat!König whose big ears twitch as he hears the sound of his front door opening in the morning, knowing Bunny!Reader must have slipped out into the woods again and it makes his heart pang just a little before he resumes his everyday life.

MCCat!König who is absolutely flabbergasted when a week passes and there's a knock on his door behind which stands Bunny!Reader and her three little buns. Without a word, she ushers them inside before disappearing into the woods. He isn't sure what to do. He has half a mind to run after her, but he fears leaving the buns alone would give them an opportunity to cause mischief and he'd rather not come back and find his den on fire. He stays, letting them sit in his big lap and play with his tail that sometimes tickles them on their twitchy little noses, so similar to their mother's. They're very messy eaters too - they seem to love strawberries, little fingers and cheeks sticky with their juice.

MCCat!König who is equally relieved and enraged when Bunny!Reader finally shows up hours later with a satchel of herbs and veggies for her babies who are currently bundled up in the nest he reassembled. He is about to tell her off, inform her that he isn't a babysitter when she stands on her tiptoes and nuzzles his nose ever so gently, difusing his anger completely. He barely blinks before she's off to check on her buns, satisfied with the state she finds them in - alive, with full bellies and sleeping.

MCCat!König who slowly gets used to Bunny!Reader dropping off her kids at his doorstep and watching them for a day or two before she comes back and expresses her gratitude via soft gesture such as nuzzle or a cheek kiss.

MCCat!König who sometimes makes Bunny!Reader stay in the den with the buns to go on a veggie/herb hunt himself, just so she can spend some quality time with them. He can not pinpoint the exact moment he became so whipped for her.

MCCat!König who starts leaving the nest out permanently because he knows Bunny!Reader won't stop coming around and neither will her buns anytime soon (he'd miss them greatly if they did).

MCCat!König who lets Bunny!Reader sleep in the spare cot (that he built just for her) in his room until she decides one night that sleeping beside him would be more comfortable. He does not try to object this in the slightest, not when he can finally feel her fluffy ears against his face.

MCCat!König who regularly grooms the buns' hair and furry ears and Bunny!Reader's as well with his coarse tongue, thinking he's displaying dominance over her. He has no idea she thinks she is the one in charge by letting him groom her.

MCCat!König who's suddenly not alone anymore. The quiet days of his den are over as it's now filled with laughter and chattering of the three little buns who have began to call him "Papa". He never knew two simple syllables could bring him so much joy...and then there's Bunny!Reader, with her genius manipulative tactics that involve licks, kisses and adorable tiny stomps of her feet when she wants something done her way. He would not trade her for anything in the world.

MCCat!König who slowly starts thinking his den is too big for just the five of them...and that perhaps he and Bunny!Reader should start working on some kitten siblings for the buns.

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[lay-z]

18+ mdni | cw: transman!Simon Riley x fem!Reader; hybrid/handler dynamics; established relationship; heats

Your sweet cat hybrid Simon, who goes into heat while you, his handler, are running errands all day. As soon as you finally return home, you're greeted with a needy meowing—and a sight to behold once you step into the bedroom, his scent already thick in the air.

There he is, squirming and writhing on the drenched bedsheets, pale skin flushed and sweaty, tawny eyes hooded with lust, black tail curling and bristling with excitement as he spreads his thick thighs for you, presenting his pink, puffy pussy, his engorged clit twitching in anticipation.

"Oh, lookit that," you coo, dropping your bag on the floor while his ears twitch with another mewl. "My pretty, pretty boy, all wet and desperate for me, hm? I'm so sorry for being so late."

Simon purrs hoarsely, strong chest rumbling with the sound, hoping his little presentation is enough to coax you into fucking him stupid with your strap.

[yawnderu]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Miss V. Plz elaborate on the nursery school thing! What happened to us? Like the public needs to know T~T

-🍡

This got away from me. But there's a hint of what that is in this story. Enjoy Dango.

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✧*̥˚ 18+mdni *̥˚✧

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ series will contain the following kinks. Objectification. Somnophilia. Pet play (this is a hybrid!au). Dacryphila. Spanking. Orgasm control/denial. Exhibitionism. Mixopilia. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Summary: Kyle reads through your history file to see what he can reward and spoil you with. Somehow, he ends up comforting you.

'*•.¸♡ Strawberry Cake 🍰 ♡¸.•*'

Kyle was really at a loss. He had you for all of three weeks now, and he's had to spank you and then deny you an orgasm at least three or four times a week. He was following the instructions that came with you, read them until he had it memorized. He spoke with Simon about his issues with you getting acclimated to the rules around his house. The man had tilted his head to the side and pulled a tennis ball from his pocket, and held it up.

"Watch." He simply said. "Soap."

Soap had looked up from the comic he was reading, and his ears tipped forward. Bright blue eyes excited at the sight of the ball, tail wagging just a bit, and his comic easily forgotten. "Ball!"

"Sit rep on your day and duties." Simon tossed the ball up and caught it.

Quickly, Soap got to his feet and stood at attention. He listed off all of the things he accomplished for the day, followed by things he had left to do after his break. The entire time he spoke, his eyes followed the ball religiously. When he was done, Simon tossed the ball out of the rec room, and it bounced down the hallway. Soap wasted no time chasing after it yapping the word "ball" repeatedly in an excited howl.

"He finished a good portion of his tasks. So he gets to be rewarded." He crossed his arms and listened to the barking in the hallway. Soon Soap came back with the ball, tail wagging so much he's practically vibrating. Simon takes the ball and tosses it again, sending the pup into overdrive to try and catch it midair.

Kyle hums and nods his head, "Maybe I should do that."

The security system chimed, saying that the garage door was opened. The familiar sound of Kyle's boots echoed in the mudroom. As always, you make no move to get up and greet him. You give the room a cursory glance and note that everything is cleaned and put away. The last thing you want is another spanking and whatever the hell it was that he did after the spanking. You scowl at the thought of that ruined orgasm, never in your actual days have you suffered that type of frustration.

You were lying on the couch watching the silly little nature program that Kyle left on for you. The soothing drawl of the documentary narrator was soothing in a mocking way. The words went in one ear and out the other as the voice went on about how wild hybrids were solitary and a rare sight in the wild. You, of course, thought it was absolutely bull shit. Your mother was a wild hybrid, and she was often trailing behind her older sisters and brother out in the grasslands. She had told you and your siblings that staying together in a group was safer and in her words 'more fun to mess with humans in a group'.

"Pretty Kitty." He calls out to you, "I've got a surprise for you." He enters the room and nods approvingly at the clean state of the house. The last few weeks, you had been on your worst behavior with destroying the house. Each time, it ended with a spanking, and the thing that came came after a spanking. He held up a pink paper bag that had a cute little symbol on it in gray. "Come on, up up."

He nudged you out of your comfortable indent on the couch, ignoring the hissing. You're ushered into the kitchen, and he points for you to sit in your normal spot. You still haven't said two words to him, and even though you hate to admit it, you're quite curious as to what's in the pink bag and why he is smiling so wide.

"My pretty kitty." He sets your designated plate and cutlery down in front of you and then rummages through the bag. "You've been good the past three days, and I thought you could use a treat for the good behavior." He pulls out a round cake that's decorated in strawberries. "It said in your file that you enjoyed strawberry treats."

You watch in horror as he cuts the cake and serves you a slice. You can hear your sister in the back of your mind screaming and crying. She doesn't want to leave nursery school and go to where they are taking her. The phantom scratch of her nails clawing at you, desperate to hold onto anything. The table you, her, and your brother are sitting at, gets knocked over. You can see the scene of the various strawberry themed treats on the floor in your mind's eye.

It's graduation day all over again.

The plate and cake are on the floor before Kyle can process anything. You're hissing and glaring at him. Whatever rational thoughts you have are snuffed out, and you're darting for the nearest exit. If you run fast enough, if you're quick enough, they can't catch you. It's faint, but you can hear Kyle calling for you. His footsteps close behind you as you desperately try to fiddle with the front door locks. You're hoisted up into his arms, and you hiss and claw at him.

"Put me down!" You flatten your ears down and bare your fangs at him.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" He moves you away from the door and to the front room. He's calm, but on the inside, he's freaking out because of how hysterical you are. He's seen this before, in some of the soldiers that are under review for cptsd. This type of reaction he wasn't even sure that hybrids could have. "Please, my dearest kitty, come back to me." He sits down on the couch and holds your struggling body close. Gently, he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. It's a risk, really, but he presses his forehead against yours, so all you can see is him.

It takes a moment, but you do calm down enough to follow the deep breaths that he does. The kitten in you remembers this from the very first two weeks of nursery school. The teachers would hold you still and help you breathe through the fits as they called them. They always said that no owner wanted a nervous kitty. It wasn't an attractive trait to have amongst other undesirable habits. People wanted hybrids that were happy, useful, and pretty to look at. They wanted calm and obedient hybrids, for kitties, that meant calm, regal, sweet, and ready to please.

Your mind slowly comes to a hault, the flight or fight response settled, and you lean into your owner. He's comfortable like this is the first thought in your head. He's steady and warm, and it's the same feeling you've gotten from your mom before your first day at nursery school.

"There, there, my sweet kitty." His voice is low and smooth. He rubs circles on your back, and you find it nice. The part of you that fi ds it nice must be the domesticated half of you, because if you had your right mind, you'd never. "What spooked you?"

You don't answer at first and instead choose to sit up and frown at him. "I don't like strawberry cakes." You finally settle on that as the answer. He raises an eyebrow, clearly not believing you. You do t care and roll your eyes. "Am I in trouble for the mess?"

Kyle observes you for a moment, concern etched into his pretty face. He places his forehead back to yours, "I didn't mean to spook you my darling bonbon."

The laugh you let out is sudden at the new name he has called you. Incredulous, "Do I look like a damn bonbon? That's a ragdoll name."

The smile he gives you is endearing, "Wasn't aware that there were certain names that belonged to certain breeds."

"Ragdolls like those types of names. Stick to the few insulting ones you call me." You gripe.

"You find what I call you insulting?"

"No wild animal wants to be called sweet kitty or princess, or have the word my in front of what they are called." The snark in your voice makes him chuckle, and he presses a quick kiss to your forehead. Naturally, you balk at the action, but you don't hiss at him.

"You're still my pretty kitty, my darling Poppi poppet." He teases you and rubs his nose against yours. "If you don't want the cake, what can I give you as a treat?"

"Anything but cake." You sigh. "I prefer cold drinks and ice cream. Maybe strawberry still, my last owner didn't beat that preference out of me." It's meant to be a joke, but Kyle doesn't read it that way.

He chooses to ignore that sentence, "Well, let's see if there's ice cream in the fridge. You still need a reward for your good behavior." He places you on the couch and gets up to clean the mess in the kitchen and to grab you ice cream.

You follow him into the kitchen and help him.

Tag list: @gazsluckyhat @unclearblur @lilahs-lily

[gremlinmodetweeker]

OH MY GOSH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Okay, so, I'm going wild over this. This is perfect. You perfectly captured the characters! Also, the writing is lovely. I adore the intro, discussing how Nikto looks and feels. I'm so excited about this!!!

@gremlinmodetweeker FRIENDO I DID THE THING!! Clearly not done buuuut-

Inspired by the kitter posts @gremlinmodetweeker has made and indulged me in 💖💖💖

It was... Almost impossible. That familiar scent, of rotted flesh and fur, and offal. And the sight, the half mangled cat that looked like it had been through Hell and back only to be kicked out of Hell for the disfigured fireball wrapped in a thick winter coat. Specks of blood between the cats bald patches and owners arms and hands. Even a swipe across the cheek, to König and Horangi's precious owner. But she held fast, to the half frozen cat wrapped in her coat. The fight, the yowling, spitting, and anger halting. As the one good eye landed on the, well fed former KorTac hybrids. Hard to mistake the prized litter. But, they were doing so... Well. Nicely groomed, no ribs showing, and König the big bastard seemed even bigger. Horangi even adorned in a gold bell, this... This isn't how I expected to find the younger litter mates.

A low velvety meow as Horangi crept closer, sniffing at the mangled cat. Ignoring the human trying to shove and shoo him away.

"H-hey wait! You might get Si- huh?" The words would fall quiet when I received that small headbutt from Horangi. König wasting no time himself to curl closer, settling down and pressing his soft fur against the exposed and cold skin. Horangi curling against the other side. A confused sound from their human before they reluctantly left to retrieve something.

"We thought you were dead." König would purr out in that soft voice, voice low to avoid arousing suspicion.

"We... Survived." Nikto would mumble softly.

"You smell different..." Horangi would add in, nose bunting every now and again at the curious smells radiating off of the older cat.

"We... Were... Taken." Nikto would mumble, slowly easing against the warmth of König and Horangi.

"More humans?! Horangi watch the house I will go hu-"

"Nyet... This one is different..." I would interrupt in a hushed voice, a small shake of my head, as I lightly pawed at König to lay back down.

"Is it the flowers on you?" Horangi would ask, huffing as he sniffed. It was faint, buried beneath the healing skin and mud.

"Yes... We... We were found, checking on another that was... 'adopted'. The storm came out of nowhere, the cold, the white. We were lost... No smell to guide us home."

"Snow? You were in that white out? You were FOUND in that white out?!" König yowled out, fluffing up as if he was ready to go toe to claw with Mother Nature.

A bap from Horangi and a hiss, gesturing for the larger fluffier cat to calm down. "Quiet before our owner thinks we are fighting. Continue Nikto."

A small shake of the head from the mangled cat and a tired sigh, laying his head on his paws. "She will find us. Somehow always does. Our... Lilac."

[8-rae-rae-8]

I know you have hybrid au's for ur oc's, but do you have any hybrid au heacanons for 141 or anybody from cod?

I have many thoughts about hybrid AUs

Many, many thoughts. Unfortunately the majority of them are unkind and sad

One thought I enjoy thoroughly is cat hybrid Ghost who makes biscuits on things. Worse: cat hybrid Simon who still made biscuits while captured, trying to self soothe, but just got his hands and arms hurt so he couldn't do it at all.

And while I've got torture on the brain, cat hybrid Simon who needs baths because he can't clean himself anymore after being poisoned through a coating on his patches of fluff with Roba.

Cat Hybrid Simon who naturally gravitates towards Johnny and likes to curl up with him because he's so warm.

Dog hybrid Johnny who got muzzled by his old teams because they purposefully riled him up and scared him into nipping.

Dog hybrid Johnny who gets muddy and dirty on missions (because he's the one sniffing stuff out) and his old team used to hose him down with cold water - he had to be slowly reintroduced to getting help after getting hurt and being unable to wash up himself (Price got bit)

Otter hybrid Kyle who forced himself not vocalize at all, or need any physical contact, because it was so frowned upon. He has to be invited, or he won't cuddle up like the others. He was taught to be ashamed of wanting something like that.

Otter hybrid Kyle who tosses and turns in his sleep unless he's holding someone's hand or lays on someone's chest.

Otter hybrid Kyle who falls asleep in the bath more than he doesn't.

My brain tells me that Price is a bear, but my heart is telling me he's the only human on the team and Nik is the bear

[gomzdrawfr]

Please! I need to know how the others feel about bear Price and his little cute tail. He's so fricken cute, I can't! 🤍

well...

because im biased towards Ghost and Raven...

[littlecreampuffbirdi]

TF141 as cat hybrids, or just cats. That’s it; that’s the post. Okay, so, based on just googling cat personalities at random, I have decided the following:

Price – Norwegian Forest Cat

Soap – Ocicat

Gaz – Ragamuffin

Ghost – British Short Hair

Price, as always, would definitely be the parent. He’d be the one out there, grooming and taking care of the others. He’s warm and fluffy too, so the others are prone to cuddling up to him. He’s a bit like those cats that they around most of the time, maybe a bit of an elderly cat, I don’t see him getting the zoomies much, but, when he does, he’s hella embarrassed.

Soap, on the other hand, is zoomies 24/7. Naturally, he can and will refocus when needed. He’s constantly trying to get the others to play with him, Gaz is most inclined to whilst Soap has taken to just laying on top of Ghost— he’s learned that Price will nip at him if he annoys him too much.

Despite ragamuffins not being confrontational, Gaz very much is. Sure, he’s docile and sweet most of the time and more than willing to help out the others, but god will he argue if needed. Gaz also has a tendency to nap near Price, especially when he wants Soap to leave him alone (this doesn’t always work though).

Finally, Ghost. He’s the same, mostly. Does he get the zoomies? Yes. Will he admit it? Only to mess with you. He also kneads stuff before he lays down. All cats do, sure, but this man is obsessive. He also loves it when Soap, or anyone for that matter but especially Soap, lays on top of him or even try to play with him; it’s like a heavy weighted blanket, it’s comforting.

Now enter you, a nice little ragdoll. Compared to the others, you’re decently vocal, always purring up against them. You have a tendency to nap a lot, so you’ve taken to cuddling up to them during your naps. Ghost has been your favourite as the man is mostly quiet; you also tend to laugh at the man’s jokes, although, sometimes you’re only laughing because he is.

You aren’t always up for the zoomies, so you often watch Soap as he gets his energy out. You also tried to groom the others, but since cats groom as a sign of dominance at times, Price pinned you down and groomed you instead. You chat with Gaz often, getting along with the man; however, you don’t always realise that he’s being sarcastic when he is.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

CatHybrid!CoD thoughts are loud right now

König absolutely does this all the time. Horangi can be such an ass though, so he deserves it. I firmly believe this is related to an incident of Horangi biting Owner. I'm convinced.

That or Horangi started playing with König's food.

[dmitriene]

cw: hybrids, dubcon (?), trapping, knotting and things.

dog hybrid simon riley that tries to mount you, it's not his fault, it's his owner who's responsible for bringing a sweet, docile kitten in the house that already has a big dog, he's never showed his affection to any possible animals around, even to his own specie, how he should, but upon meeting you, soft, supple thing with groomed tail and fluffy ears, he remembers he has a cock to stuff and breed.

you expected him to scent you and then forget about you, after all, he's a scary dog, and the man that took you promised that he's lazy and wouldn't even bat an eye at you, but as soon as your feet touched the floor, simon bumped you down on the parquet floor with his whole, heavy weight, pressing his rugged mug between your legs, huffing out a terrifying, pleases groan, his tail wagging left and right.

it's led to you almost clawing his eyes out, hissing and scurrying as far away from him as possible, threatening that you'll slice his face if he'd try it again, defensive little thing, a sight that pulls a lopsided grin to his pale lips, making your fur stand up on your ears and body, forgetting about trying to make up friends, knowing best than talking to this horny mutt.

yet simon plays it off, acts as apologetic as he can, tucking his excited tail between his burly legs, lowers his ears down, almost manages to do these honeyed, puppy eyes when he passes you across the house, getting under your fur, by helping you, giving you his sleeping place while the owner orders a new one for you, even stoles some treats for you from the kitchen.

anything, just to lower your awareness of him, making you warm up to an unruly mutt and feel comfortable with and beside him, pushing his inappropriate behavior to pure curiosity, seeing that he ain't trying to do something like that again, even through there's a sleazy murkiness to his eyes you can't piece together, until your heat doesn't hits you.

you come to him willingly, padding from your bedding to his, where he's all sprawled out, deep asleep with rumbling snores, and your mind to hazy to comprehend what's happening, why it's so hot, why you're all leaky between your furry, supple thighs, plopping beside him with loud, needy purrs, as you rub against his whole body, ass perched out with your pretty, curving spine.

simon knew you'd come, waited for your heat to struck, for you to seek him as your comforter, nuzzle your adorable face with whiny mewls in his thick palm, he's not a patient dog, and he won't torture you by acting like he's asleep, so he rises and tugs you close, pressing you into his bed, making you arch sweet and sharp enough to present your needy, fluttering hole, messy with dripping slick.

he eats your pussy properly, messes his whole maw with your slick and creamy cum, nose pressed in your silken, soaking fur, while he flattens his rough, thick tongue against your puffy folds and bumpy, swollen clit, slurping down on you when he nudges at your slit, licking further to your clenching hole, stuffing you with at least something for a short time, preparing you for his knot.

you welcome his chubby cock properly, your hole tight, yet so slick that simon is able to sheathe himself along your rippling, pulsing walls in couple of squelchy slides, flicking his finger against your throbby, little bud of nerves, looking at the way you purr and meow in pleasure as he stretches you out, filling you so full your soft, little tummy bulges out from his girth.

simon will knock you up, knot your tight pussy nice, making you claw at his wide shoulders while he slobbers over your fluffy, plump tits, rough tongue torturing your perky nipples, suckling wet kisses on your tender body, that would be even more so after he'd make sure you're pregnant with his chubby pups, as you keen his name and plead him to breed you.

ears pressed tight to your head, flicking at each pound of his engorged, fattening cock in your leaking hole, rutting his thickening tip against your cervix, your spongy spot rubbing against his veiny shaft rapidly, making you writhe, turning his wide, muscular back in a mess of bleeding crescent scratches, as your long tail wraps around his leg, brushing against his thumping one, accepting simon's popping knot with pitchy meows and gushy hole.

your pregnancy would be an owners problem by the morning, when he'd stumble across you tucked against simon's solid chest, purring in your peaceful slumber after being sufficiently filled with loads of potent, thick cum, morning air filled with guttural, protective growls and clogging scent of sex, and it's seems like it's wouldn't be easy to make simon stay away from you from now on.

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[quarterlifekitty]

Okay but being Nik’s little kitty and crying and yowling when he takes from home during your heat and back to John’s house

(Not sure I read this right— I think a word or two was missing?)

While you would be crying and yowling, I’m sure Nikolai would insist that Simon be the one to travel for your heat. You’re far too sensitive and delicate during your estrus to go anywhere— the stress alone would absolutely ruin you, not to mention any chances at conception (a happy, secure kitty is a breedable kitty. Who said that)

Simon barrels through the front door as soon as it opens, his shoulders crashing into walls as he rounds the corners of the still-unfamiliar house to find you. It does not matter how many doors or locks are in his way. When he finally gets to you, in your cute little room, you’re perched in your canopy bed, naked apart from your collar and grinding onto a pillow with his blanket clutched in your arms.

You’re pinned almost immediately by the shoulders, his cock clumsily pulled free until it lays hot and leaking against your backside.

“Pretty kitty— all sweet an’ leaking f’me? Cunt’s fuckin’ molten— jus’ beggin’ to be filled with my litter—“

[shroompette]

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Maine Coon Cat!König who isn't surprised, but is still ecstatic when Bunny!Reader wakes him up one day by whispering "I think I'm pregnant" in his fluffy ear during a lazy morning in bed. His eyes snap open immediately, fuzzy tail standing up in attention and back coiling with tension, as if trying to stop himself from pouncing on her immediately from sheer joy. "Say that again, bitte."

MCCat!König who smothers Bunny!Reader's face with kisses until she's giggling and playfully pushing him away, of course, to no avail. His kisses trail down her neck and to her not yet protruding tummy, nuzzling the soft skin there with reverence, even as she strokes his hair and reminds him their baby is barely the size of a bean right now. He doesn't care. All he can think about is the fact that their family is about to grow soon and while he loves the three buns like his own, there's an undeniable excitement within him about the fact that what resides in his lover's womb has his DNA.

MCCat!König who, together with Bunny!Reader, sits the buns down in their laps to tell them that soon, they'll have a little sibling or two. His eyes crinkle as he smiles widely at their reactions. They seem rather excited, their fuzzy, floppy ears perking up as they listen. The little girl immediately paws at her mommy's belly, trying to feel for the babies while one of the boys leans in and tries to listen, eager to hear the movement that isn't detectable yet. The other boy, however, raises an important question. "Where did mommy get the baby from?"

MCCat!König who exchanges awkward glances with Bunny!Reader before they try to explain the origin of the developing offspring to the buns, keeping it as child-friendly as possible. Though they seemed rather skeptical about König supposedly gifting their mommy a special apple that made her pregnant, they did not question it, apart from the oldest triplet: "Can every apple make you pregnant then?" "No, only the ones with special seed." He pretends to not see her annoyed side-eye glare.

MCCat!König who cannot keep his hands off of Bunny!Reader, whether he's stroking her ears and cheeks, cupping her belly protectively when they spoon or palming her breasts from behind, feeling them slowly swell with milk, thumbs gently brushing over her nipples which are now hyper-sensitive to touch. She has to slap his grubby hands away and dash when she starts lactating because he CAN and he WILL lick the milk.

MCCat!König who's now highly protective and impossible to get rid of, following Bunny!Reader everywhere like a puppy, often with the buns hanging off of him. She can really only get a few minutes of peace when she goes to pee and even then, König's like a guard dog, stood in front of the door like he's expecting their den to be busted in any second. At night, his arms are locked around her - never too tight, since he wants her to be as comfortable as possible. It isn't always achievable though, as Bunny!Reader's skin has been burning up for a few weeks now due to the pregnancy and it's very hard to get a good night's rest when her lover is a goddamn sentient furnace. She always wakes up sweaty and sticky, but doesn't dare to complain; anytime she does, the pervert tries to clean her body with his tongue.

MCCat!König who practically has heart eyes when Bunny!Reader's belly finally starts showing. At any opportunity, he will drop to his knees and kiss the bump, purring loudly whenever he feels the little one stir and kick. His big hands freeze on her belly when he feels one too many kicks from multiple directions. His tail, honest to god, starts wagging at the possibility of twins.

MCCat!König who indulges Bunny!Reader's every whim, whether it's her desire to spend the entire day in bed while he caters to her, going on walks in the rain (with her and the buns properly bundled up of course) or simply satisfying her regular cravings for the strangest things - honeyed avocado, peas in chocolate, even jerky. The other day, König caught her in the garden chewing on tulips, making brief eye contact with him. Even with cheeks full of petals, she looked remorseless. He couldn't help but be in love with how grass blades and leaves stuck out of her hair (and also relieved that what's been eating their flowers aren't some giant-ass insects).

MCCat!König who makes biscuits on Bunny!Reader's belly and thighs, gently kneading her plump flesh while purring loudly, making her laugh and wiggle under his hands, her squeaks attracting the buns who wander in and mimic König's activities with their little hands, accidentally tickling their mommy.

MCCat!König who knows Bunny!Reader's due date is close when she starts to arrange pillows and blankets into a warm nest. But, much to his dismay, she will only allow her buns near. Her primal rodent instincts unfortunately make her very irritated and snappy whenever König comes around, if only just to check on her. He tries to not take it personally, knowing that preparations for birth are stressful and she doesn't mean to stomp and chase him away from the room, it's just in her nature. Still, his anxiety gets the best out of him and he starts to question whether she'll allow him near her and their kids at all, with her being so territorial now.

MCCat!König who so badly wants to be there for Bunny!Reader during birth, but he does not want to stress her out even further, so he stays in the other room with the buns, letting them pile up on him and nap while he keeps his ears strained in case his lover calls for him.

MCCat!König who wakes up hours later to Bunny!Reader's gentle voice calling him, his stirring awaking the buns as well. He carefully opens the door to their bedroom and damn near melts when he sees her in the nest, curled protectively around two - no, three! - fuzzy bundles which are mewing and squirming. He makes a hesitant step and looks at her for approval. Only when she nods and smiles, he comes forth and kneels to finally meet his kittens.

MCCat!König who tries (and fails) to not sob as one of the babies grabs his finger with its tiny fist and squeezes. He looks so proud of his two little girls and a boy - and of their mother as well. He leans in and kisses Bunny!Reader's forehead, quietly thanking her for the wonderful new addition to the family.

MCCat!König who watches the buns gently handle their new siblings, seemingly excited at the prospect of being older brothers and sister. He watches Bunny!Reader smile tiredly, but proudly. König couldn't believe how lucky he is, to have her bring three little miracles to his life for the second time. He had no doubts that his lovely family is nothing short of perfect.

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[the-whispers-of-death]

Ghost as a cat hybrid... Him following you home and not leaving your house as he lounges around. His tail swishes when you end up giving him food and water because of how determined he was to stay, so happy that you were caving into his demands.

A soft purr escapes him when he sleeps on your couch, his large body curled up beside you because he refused to let you out of his sight. Oh how he thinks you're his human.