#he's such a cat with or without the ears and tail

[serenity-loves-red]

IT STARTED WITH THE CAT DISTRIBUTION SYSTEM

Cat distribution system featuring Phainon.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. (Current)

In which• The Deliverer of Amphoreus is suddenly transported to your home as a cat.

“Blue? Food’s ready!” You called from the kitchen.

Silence. Then you looked up to check the time. 8:03 am was printed boldly in red in your digital clock, ticking as seconds passed by.

Blue should’ve been back by now, you thought.

Unlike most cats you’ve seen online, your cat is quite active. He likes to explore things, from the cornerest (is this even a word?) corner of your house to the farthest place he could go in your neighborhood without getting lost or stolen. He is, after all, is quite expensive and cute.

His mini adventures started when you brought him outside. You can’t just let him stay in your house alone after all. You’re worried he might destroy something after being alone, get hungry or something may just happen.

So you just ended up carrying him with you.

Imagine seeing a fluffy cat with big blue eyes turning his little head back in forth, meowing as if talking to you and pawing your chest excitedly. Cuteness aggression it is.

It wasn’t even a long errand but after seeing him excited, you decided to give him a tour around.

It wasn’t hard to notice that he may seem to understand you. You already have an inkling that your cat is different. I mean he meows at you with this kind of tone similar to people during conversation. It’s like if you didn’t know any better, it sounded like a full blown conversation but just between a human and a cat.

“This is the store I prefer to buy the groceries from. Remember your tunas? They have it here at a cheaper price.”

“Meoww? Meooooww!”

“And see that place over there? That’s our house, it’s a plus too since both places are near.”

“Meow!!”

Thus, it was where everything started. Mr. Blue Balls will sneakily go outside from the window of your room to explore.

Oh he may look fat but it’s all fluff honey.

You even thought that he was kidnapped when you woke up early. You were so ready to call child service, paw patrol or anything just before you saw him sneakily trying to fit his body in a gap in your window you don’t remember having and ended up getting stuck.

So you gave him an earful.

“Do you know where did you go wrong?”

“Meow..”

“Louder! You can understand me right? Give me one meow for yes.”

“MEow!”

Did you sound crazy? Yes. But it did help you realize that your suspicions aren’t just a just.

Damn, your cat can understand you.

You’re not scared, if anything, you’re more excited to have an emotional support buddy that can talk with you. It’s like an upgrade pro version of a pet cat!

So with all of that, you just learned to start treating him not just a cat. It was like having a feline roommate with a human intelligence.

You talk. He meows.

So when you called him again for breakfast, you really started to get worried when there wasn’t any reply. You hurriedly tidied the kitchen, placed the foods at the table before going out to look for him.

“Mr. Blue Balls?! Where have you been?”

Just after you opened your front door. There stood your missing cat, his fluffy coat had been dirtied with a fluffy pomeranian dog trailing behind him.

“Meow!!” *smug smile, tail upright*

“Woof.”

Funny to think you thought the dog said:

”Mr blue balls huh? Nice name you got there deliverer.”

Note: You ask, i deliver. I’m starting to think if i should turn this into a series? Or maybe it is alreadyyy?!! 😝😝😝😝

Also cross posted in AO3 under same username!

[twijaxx]

hey bbg i love you and i am patiently waiting for a full fledged one shot of phantom isagi and white haired isagi, I AM WILLING TOWAIT THOUGH !! however is it possible for you to bless us with smut headcannons of them 🥹🥹🥹

soooooo i have NO idea when im gonna post that one shot cause yall just KNOW how lazy i am. I AM GONNA BLESS MY FELLOW OTHER ISAGIS PERSONALTIES FANS THO.

So let’s start with phantom-sagi:

- He’s a meanie, a BIG one and he probably (100%) has a degradation kink. Yall saw how he was talking to reader in that pervious work. It just gets him going, feeling how your pussy sucks him in when he’s saying mean things to u :/

- As much as he tries to hide it he’s probably the one whimpering a lot more then white haired-sagi and ohhh he loves! to tease him about it when the three of you have sex. I think the time he just can’t hold in his whimpers anymore is when he’s cumming inside of you, just the thought of you getting pregnant is too much for him.

- Which leads me to another point. He has a raging!!! breeding kink. Thinking about how little versions of normal isagi’s would run around your house playing with each other makes his dick so hard it’s starting to hurt.

- I feel like he’s also the one who leave most of the marks u have when the night ends, he’s just a little too possessive even tho it’s literally just other version of him fucking you.

- He is into pet play or/and role replay. He would love!! if u put on cat or bunny ears while having a butt plug that serves as your tail inside. He also likes when u dress up as a nurse or a maid just for him ;)

- His earlobes are sensitive! so he tries to keep your hands occupied on all times once u learn about it. One nibble and he’s gone, his whole “tuff guy personality”?? vanished, he wants u to ride him immediately after u tease his earlobes.

- Talking about tying someone up, he is lowkey into this but he feels like it’s a waste of time, when he wants to gain more control over you he can your put you in a mating press and fuck u silly.

Okay soo moving into white haired-sagi:

- I feel like he’s the part of normal isagi who “gave” him the thighs fetish. He just can’t comprehend how soft and plum they are, how every time he slams into you they jiggle a little bit. He loves nibbling on them and squeezing them with his big hands, he could just spend hours between them eating you out. And he would! pay u to choke him/squeeze him to death with those two fluffy mussels u have. The thing he likes the most is when he leave hickeys and bite marks on your inner thighs just to make you think about him everytime you change.

- talking about eating you out, just like phantom-sagi has a raging breeding kink, this one has the biggest oral kink u could ever see. As i said he could spend his whole life eating you out, he would kill! to have you just sit on his face without worrying how the hell is he getting air in there. He also loves when you put your fingers into his mouth, he’s letting out groans as he swirls his tongue around your digits.

- Don’t let his innocent looks fool you, he will and he does steal your panties :3 Either they are clean or straight from the laundry basket, he’s taking them when he has a chance!!! He would probably jerk off with them wrapped around his cock or on his face when he misses you a lot, but sadly after normal isagi takes control again he can’t quite do it.

- He also has a breeding kink but not as much as phantom-sagi tho.

- He loveeesssss when you give him head and i think it’s the time he’s letting out the most sounds. He covers his eyes with his forearms when he’s about to cum, while the most angelic sounds leave his throat, u could swear it makes you want to overstimulate him till he no longer remember his own name.

- he likes overestimation whatever it’s him overestimating you or you overestimating him. The feeling of his own dick feeling like it’s milked dry to this point when he thinks he won’t be able to cum for at least two weeks is driving him insane.

- Talking about overstimulation brings us to another point. He is into edging to the point when he wouldn’t let you cum at all while he finished 3 times already. But don’t worry the orgasm he provides you after all this teasing is worth it ;)

just a little note from me

- I think that phantom-sagi stamina is “unlimited” bc well.. he’s not real he’s just living in people minds not for u tho while white haired-sagi stamina is just like isagi’s one cause he “uses” white haired-sagi on the field a lot.

Tags: @iqxatlantic @yumyumcherryy @yutamy1beloved

this is my first time writing headcanons tbh…. i hope yall liked it and that it will cure your hunger for those two for a while. Also sorry if it got a little messy towards the end but it’s 01:35 for me and i’m lowkey a little tired, maybe i will update it after sometime.

[storyofyourlife-withavengers]

“The Den of Mischief”

(Bucky x Reader)

Avengers Compound, early evening

There was no warning. No mission briefing. No alarms. Just the quiet creak of the compound’s hallway floor as Bucky Barnes returned from a run, towel slung around his neck, earbuds still in.

He opened the door to his room and froze.

Blankets—layers of them—were stacked like a dragon’s hoard across his bed. His socks (mismatched, definitely stolen), several pillows that weren’t his, a tin of mints from Steve’s locker, and what looked suspiciously like one of Tony’s holographic projectors were buried within the chaos. At the very top of this domestic fortress, nestled like a smug deity, was you.

You. A known menace. Mischief in the form of a nine-tailed fox in human skin.

Curled up in the center of his bed like you owned it, your nine silver-white tails stretched out in every direction, twitching lightly in sleep. One tail was wrapped protectively around something shiny. Another dangled over the edge of the bed like a banner of victory.

Bucky leaned against the doorframe, slowly removing his earbuds.

You stirred.

One eye opened lazily, gold and gleaming.

Then you grinned.

“Explain. Now,” Bucky said, voice as flat as the vibranium arm crossed over his chest.

“I was cold,” you said with a sleepy purr, stretching luxuriously like a cat who knew they wouldn’t be kicked out. “And you smell like safety.”

Bucky blinked. “Don’t ever say that again.”

You just chuckled, shifting to prop your chin on one hand, your tails curling slightly in amusement.

“But it’s true,” you said, yawning. “It’s either you or Rogers. And he wears that lemony shampoo. I hate lemon.”

“That’s not an excuse to break into my room and—what the hell—build a fox den?!”

“It’s not a den,” you corrected, insulted. “It’s a nest. Dens are for foxes. I’m far more evolved.”

“You stole my socks.”

“I didn’t steal. I borrowed.”

Pause.

“…For nesting purposes.”

He stared at you. You stared right back, unbothered. Another tail flicked. Your ear twitched.

“This isn’t normal behavior.”

“I’m literally a mythological being.”

He muttered something under his breath and stepped inside, surveying the mess with grim horror. You were very proud of it, especially the string of fairy lights you’d tangled around the headboard.

Bucky tried to tug his pillow from under your arm.

You growled softly.

“Touch it and I bite.”

“That’s my pillow.”

“I drooled on it. It’s mine now.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Charming, I think is the word.”

He gave up, retreating to the armchair by the window with a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose like it physically pained him to be dealing with this. He’d seen intergalactic invasions, killer androids, and Hulk in full rage mode. But this? You? Nesting in his bed like a smug supernatural squirrel?

This was worse.

“Are you going to sleep there?” he asked finally.

“I’m already sleeping here.”

“You can’t just claim my room.”

You cracked both eyes open and looked at him properly now, cocking your head.

“But why would I sleep in my room,” you said slowly, “when yours smells like gunpowder, old leather, and safety?”

“Stop saying that,” he grumbled, looking away—because your voice dropped just slightly on that last word, and he hated the way it made his chest tighten.

He could feel your smile grow wider even without looking.

“You’re blushing,” you whispered.

“Am not.”

“Your ears are pink.”

He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV louder than necessary.

“Do you want the left side or right side?” you asked sweetly, already making room.

“I’m not sleeping in the bed.”

“But it’s warm,” you sing-songed. “And soft. And I only bit people twice last week. I’m practically housebroken.”

He shot you a withering look, then sighed so deeply it sounded like his soul left his body.

“If you’re staying,” he muttered, “you’re doing laundry tomorrow.”

You gasped. “Absolutely not. I’m divine.”

“You’re a raccoon in a crop top.”

You gasped louder. “How dare you—!”

“Lights out in 10,” he interrupted, tossing a pillow at you with far more force than necessary.

You caught it with a grin, curled deeper into your nest of pilfered things, and pulled the blanket up to your chin. Nine tails swirled and settled.

In the silence that followed, Bucky dared a glance at you.

You weren’t just sleeping.

You looked… content.

And despite himself—despite knowing he was absolutely enabling a monster—he couldn’t help the tiny upward quirk of his lips.

Because somehow, somewhere between wars and missions, the menace of the compound had built a nest in his room.

And part of him didn’t mind it.

Not at all.

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[viktateapot]

YOUR CAT HAS DECIDED TO GET TO KNOW HIM BETTER (Batboys)

Dick Grayson:

Your cat's breed is Abyssinian.

Dick, as usual, wanted to rest after patrolling Gotham. He sat down on the couch and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep. But he was constantly disturbed by either his loyal dog, Haley, or his cat, Apricot, who kept trying to climb onto his lap and sleep.

It was strange for him. Because his cat named Apricot, either hung around with you in the kitchen and meowed, begging for something tasty, or ignored Dick at all.

Dick opened his eyes and looked at Apricot, and gave the cat permission to jump onto his lap and lie down there. The cat curled up comfortably on his lap and began to purr.

Haley was upset that she wasn't getting any attention, so she curled up, tucking her tail between her legs.

Dick looked at his dog and sighed, letting Haley jump on the couch, resting her head on Dick's thigh. And you noticed that your shared animals were crowding around a tired Dick who just wanted to sleep, so you approached him. "How can I help?" you whispered in his ear, and he startled in surprise.

"Yes, that would be nice, my little bird..." he said tiredly and gave you a light kiss on the cheek.

You smiled and kissed his cheek too. You picked Apricot Cat from his lap and sat next to Dick on the couch, then placed the cat on your lap. Apricot Cat didn't mind the change of sleeping spots and laid down on your lap without resistance.

Haley, however, whined softly and nudged her head even harder against Dick's thigh. He sighed, but a smile touched his lips. He knew he had been outvoted.

"Alright, alright," he murmured, running his hand over Haley's velvety ears. He leaned back into the couch, closing his eyes.

You settled beside him, Apricot Purring contentedly in your lap. You draped an arm around Dick, pulling him closer. The warmth radiating from his body radiated through your shirt, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest was strangely calming.

A comfortable silence descended. The only sounds were the soft purr of Apricot, the light thump of Haley's tail against the couch, and Dick's quiet breathing. You knew he probably wouldn't fall asleep with so many furry friends, but at least he'd relax a little.

After a few minutes, Dick shifted slightly and mumbled into your hair, "Thank you, sweetheart. I didn't realize how much I needed this."

Jason Todd:

Your cat's breed is Bombay.

You were lying in bed together in front of the TV, watching a show. Jason's face was pressed against the curve of your neck. Your hand gently stroked his dark hair on top of his head.

Your black cat named Bagheera wandered around in the darkness of the room, rustling candy wrappers instead of playing with toys. Then he meowed at you without any pressure.

"What, my dear?" You asked, peering into the darkness, where only two glowing dots of his eyes were visible. Jason snorted and said, "Are you talking to me or the cat?" His voice was muffled from having his face pressed against your neck.

"To the cat..." you whispered back, kissing his temple. And Bagheera, the cat, jumped onto the bed, carefully sniffing Jason's face.

Jason opened his eyes, looked at the cat, and raised his hand to pet him. To his surprise, the cat began to rub against his hand, asking for affection.

"Something's wrong here..." he said, looking suspiciously at the cat rubbing against him questioningly. "She wouldn't just come up to me. Did she do something or break something of mine..."

You rolled your eyes and pushed the cat away from him. Bagheera meowed and lay on your stomach. "No, idiot, she just decided to trust you," you said.

"Well, at least I am your most favorite jerk..." he said, lowering his hand to rest on the cat. "Isn't that right, baby?"

"Yes, that's right, baby," you purred in response. Hearing your confirmation, he kissed your neck and closed his eyes again, continuing to stroke the cat Bagheera lying on your stomach.

A comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by Bagheera's soft purrs and the low hum of the TV. Jason's weight pressed against you, a comforting anchor. But a tickle at the base of your spine broke the silence. You shifted slightly, trying to ignore it.

Tim Drake:

Your cat's breed is Russian blue.

Tim, as usual, was working on his laptop, with two open textbooks and a notebook with a pen where he wrote.

And your cat named Smoky, very insolent and bad-mannered, decided to see what Tim was doing. Or maybe he just looking for a place to lie down and someone to attention.

He jumped onto the table, and his tail hit Tim in the face, causing him to frown but not to look up from his work.

Smoky, the cat, walked around the table a little more, nibbled on Tim's pen on the table and threw it on the floor. The cat just snorted and picked up a new pen, continuing to work.

Smoky, the cat, became even more insolent and sat down on an open book on the table and started washing it. Tim looked at him in surprise. He tried to push the cat off the book, but the cat was heavy, and Tim was busy to remove it.

Tim rubbed the bridge of his nose and finally managed to push the cat off the table. Smoky landed on his paws and proudly wagged his tail as if he had jumped off.

"I take it he was bothering you again, dear?" you said as you entered his room and stopped behind him, looking down at your cat.

"You're saying something too obvious, love..." he said, returning to work.

You stepped closer, reaching a hand down Tim's back. "He's just jealous of all the attention you're giving to those... books," you teased, lightly pinching his shoulder.

Tim turned in his chair, a tired but fond smile on his face. "Is that so? And what would you suggest I do to fix it?"

Smoky, as if on cue, let out a loud demanding meow on the floor. You both looked down to see him staring intently at Tim, his tail twitching.

"Well," you said with a mischievous glimmer in your eyes, "I think someone needs a little... affection." You kneeled, scooping up the surprisingly heavy cat. Smoky immediately began purring and rubbing against your face.

"And what about me?" Tim asked, feigning offense.

"Don't worry, dear," you said, grinning. "I have plenty of affection to go around." You settled Smoky in Tim's lap, who was settled comfortably after a moment of hesitation, kneading his paws against Tim's thighs.

Tim chuckled and ran his hand down Smoky's back. The cat purred even louder. "Alright, I surrender," Tim said. "Perhaps a little break is in order. Besides, I could use a distraction..." He looked at you, a warm invitation in his eyes. "Maybe we all could use a little affection."

Damian Wayne:

Your cat's breed is Siamese

He's cute and personal for you that he noticed this little ball of happiness when you first met. The kitten was not particularly drawn to Damien, because, logically, it was just afraid. And Damien wasn't particularly drawn to the kitten either, saying that once it got used to him, it would approach.

And you just confirmed his words. Like, it will happen, because the kitten itself won't get used to you right away.

One evening, you were lying on the couch, your face buried in the crook of his neck, and he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

And your cat named Luna was slowly making her way to the couch. When she reached the couch, she gave a soft meow to get our attention.

"Treasure, your affection towards the kitten is... perplexing," Damien grumbled through a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He secretly enjoyed the warmth radiating from your closeness, and even the soft purrs of Luna, as she finally settled between you both.

"Oh, come on, my golden one. She's just a little scaredy-cat, just like you were when you first came to the Manor," you teased gently, earning a playful glare.

Luna, sensing the shift in attention, nudged her head against Damian's arm. He stiffened, but didn't pull away. Instead, he hesitantly reached out a finger and stroked her soft fur.

"Well, you look a little similar..." you said, watching his hand on the kitten.

He snorted and pulled you closer. "Yes? What is it?"

"You both need to be properly caressed to become more gentle..." you purred in response.

Damian chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that vibrated against you. "And what exactly would you suggest, my dear?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. His hand, which had been stroking the kitten's fur, now moved to gently caress your cheek.

Luna, sensing the shift in attention, let out a soft meow and nudged her head intently against his hand. Damian sighed playfully. "Alright, alright, Luna. No need to be jealous." He divided his attention, stroking both your cheek and the kitten's fur simultaneously.

My comment: Okay, okay, I seriously didn't expect how good my story was, and according to the notes, it was even very good 0_0

[nichoskittycorner]

The Wizard's Secret (&Team Jo smut)

>>Jo, a skilled wizard, runs a shop that sells all sorts of potions, spells, and trinkets. His works are the talk of the town and beyond. As every great potion maker knows, there’s a secret to making certain potions great, and for him, it’s the lovely essence of his trusty familiar and partner

>>fingering, oral, praise kink, a bit of overstimulating and multiple orgasms, Wizard/potion seller Jo x cat hybrid familiar Fem reader

A/N: Ah yes, finally, a Jo piece by me… pretend it didn't take forever, it's been a wip for a while

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Every since Jo was little, he had an interest in magic and all it entailed. Being as studios and determined as he was, he picked up the basics quickly and became a renowned name for his rapid growth and amazing skills.

His infamous shyness also didn’t work in his favor, as it only made people pay more attention to him. He wasn’t out for fame or big money. He was just interested in the literal magic and art of it.

How which set of words pulled from the universe to make what spells, what ingredients put together created what potions, and different energies came together in wards to get the job done.

As Jo grew in knowledge, fame, and skill, he knew he would need an assistant. His familiar to be specific. A being that would not only assist him but also help him conjure his magic and get even stronger or faster results.

It was like pure fate that he was able to finally summon you. More like an accident as he was practicing a spell of Animal Speaking when something went astray.

The test subject, a rat in a cage that he was trying to speak to, never responded. What could’ve happened? He was certain he had done everything correctly. But he was never one to dwell on the fault, and instantly went to work on finding out what was wrong.

He tried again and again to no avail. It wasn’t until he saw the rat starting to freak out that he noticed something had changed. His mind was too drawn in to realize there was a strong magical presence now in the room.

Looking over his shoulder, he was greeted by you! The sudden presence made him nearly fall over in surprise, but he recovered.

You were sitting on a table, your legs swinging carelessly as the fluffy ears on your head twitched around and a tail swayed behind your back. Taking in every little sound of the well-lit study room you found yourself in.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” Jo spoke, his voice trembling slightly in the quiet space.

“Me? I’m your familiar! You summoned me!”

After a sit-down with some tea and practice spell casting, Jo was finally convinced you were telling the truth. From that day on, you were always by his side. Accelerating his growth rapidly the more you worked together.

As the years went by, Jo finally found his true calling in potion making. His top-of-the-line work had him grow a name for himself, so of course, the next logical step was to open a potion shop.

An instant hit in his small village. Word spread quickly, and people traveled far and wide to get potions and elixirs made by his hand. Jo was always humble about his work, especially because he knew he couldn’t do it without you. The slightly sassy cat hybrid who was always by his side.

Jo’s potions were made with love and care, and he had his wonderful assistant to thank. You encouraged and aided him in making the potions whenever he needed it (which was always.)

When his shop was first opened, he found his work just alright. Enough to satisfy whoever needed it but nothing extraordinary. Little did he know, his lovely familiar would have the special ingredient to elevate his product.

One night, while he was working on a new batch of a high libido potion, something rather popular these days, you stumbled into his workroom.

Your hair stuck to your face as you clutched your legs tightly. A thick sweat covered your body, and your fluffy tail was swinging wildly.

Sensing your distress, he stopped what he was doing and was at your side. He sat you down and asked what was wrong. Words didn’t form properly except for stutters of needing him, and that you were very hot.

Jo, being the sweet man he was, assumed you were just running a fever. He was going to get up to get you some medicine or a healing potion, but the distressed meowl told him to stay.

You grabbed his hand, sharp nails barely holding back from breaking his skin, and shoved it under your skirt. Laying his large hand right against your hot and leaking pussy as you urged him to help you.

Unfortunately it took a little more directness as he believed originally that you had some sort of cut and caught an infection.

Once he understood, he was a bit hesitant at first. Were you sure this would help? What if he did it wrong? What if his magic kicked in and caused a bigger problem?

As his familiar, you urgently reassured him that you would be fine as you pushed your panties to the side. Wrapping your tail around his wrist to pull him in closer. He was definitely flustered, but couldn’t stand to see you suffering like this.

Using his hand, he stroked, teased, and thrusted his fingers with the same expertise as his day job to ease your struggle. As he pleasured you, the cries of distress had melted into pleasurable moans and chirps.

Jo couldn’t help but wonder if he was doing this right. It wasn’t until your legs tightened around his arm and shook that it clicked with him.

As your orgasm rolled out, Jo felt a warm sensation crawl up his arms and spread throughout his body. Removing his hand from you, not only were his fingers drenched, but there was a strong rose colored glow on his hand.

Some sort of essence coated his hand, and a strong energy vibrated from it. Jo would later study and find out that through such actions and your pleasure, your body produced heavy amounts of mana-filled essence.

The strength of it was perfect to add to his potions (the mana, not the fluid). Increasing the quality of his work in no time flat. Instantly, the reception to the changed recipe was met with high praises.

Even Jo couldn’t explain it, but getting you off was helping you both and became a daily pastime, whether it was for his potions or not. And being an extension of him, your pleasure was his pleasure.

After such great success after this routine began, he received a large and very special order. The king had wanted to strengthen the army as they prepared to explore faraway lands. A formal and extravagant letter was delivered to Jo’s residence with the request. Enough endurance and healing potions to satiate a whole army for months.

Of course, there wasn’t an insanely short time crunch, but it was still a massive order to fill. Jo knew he would need your help more than ever, but was still a bit cautious asking you.

And by cautious, it really was more like what could be akin to a proposal's level of preparation to ask a simple question. Jo had prepared your favorite meals, activities, and even brought you flowers. At least whatever Jo did, he always put his best foot forward.

It was adorable watching him stutter and try to explain his request for your help, as he knew it would be strenuous on your body and mind, too, and he wanted to make sure you were safe and comfortable. You immediately agreed and threw yourself into his arms. Purring with excitement to help and to have what would prove to be one of the craziest experiences thus far.

It was a day later, with lots of mental preparation on Jo’s side but he was ready. Usually, the two of you would just do this in the lab, so it was easy to access his supplies and continue his work once the mana was gathered. But this was on a much grander scale, so he prepared a bedroom with the necessary supplies and hoped it would be more comfortable this way.

By the time Jo finally swallowed the lump in his throat, you were already in the room waiting for him. Kneading at a pillow in excitement, ears flicking and tail whipping with anticipation. Your body was also completely naked, bare breasts swinging in cadence to the enthusiastic movements into the pillow.

“There you are, Master! Geez, I was starting to think you postponed this activity.” Your words were like silk as the demeanor shifted. No longer were you feeling lighthearted and playful. Your legs were practically trembling in anticipation as you approached him.

Jo’s face always blossomed pink when you called him by ‘Master’. Mostly because the words only came from your lips when you were turned on and something was about to happen.

You would think by now he would’ve adjusted to it, but it still flustered him. And it wasn’t helped as you pressed your nude body into his back, resting your hands on his shoulder before snaking your fingers down his chest and starting to unbutton his top.

“I don’t think you’ll be needing this, Master. It’s going to get hot in here quite quickly.” A mischievous giggle left your lips as the thin fabric dropped from your fingers onto the floor. Now, skin to skin, you could feel the heat coming from him much more intensely. It was already fueling your desire.

“C-come on now, don’t say things like that.” Jo was stuttering, but the way his large hand took your wrist had your plan thrown right out the window. His grip was tight, yet not painful. He was being firm but still gentle as he led you to the bed. Placing his hands on your hips before guiding you to sit down on the edge.

Whether it was how he was going about controlling you or just the unspoken nature of being his familiar, you had no urge to disobey. His silent commands sent you almost into instant submission.

Before you could find the strength to protest him taking control when you wanted to tease him a bit longer, he was already on his knees. Caressing up and down your thighs with slow movements.

Even though he didn’t say anything, the hunger in his eyes did all the talking as they scanned your beautiful form. Jo didn’t say it often, but he was just as easily riled up as you and enjoyed getting to touch and taste you every day.

You drove him crazy, but he never wanted to push you or seem demanding, and thus he would wait until you told him you were ready. Under the surface, Jo was always wishing to be buried between your thighs. He very easily got pussy drunk and lost within himself anytime your legs were opened for him.

The amount of times he came untouched from just getting to taste you was embarrassing to him. But it never stopped him from giving it his all to make sure you were enjoying it and letting him stay.

Jo’s slender fingers traced along your inner thighs, up to your hips before landing on your ass. Giving it a deep squeeze that made you gasp before his hands came back around, tracing the original route they took and spreading your legs open.

Taking his fingers, he spread open your pussy lips, and sighing at the marvelous sight before buring his nose against your wet folds. His sudden action earned him a gasp from your lips before a moan quickly followed it.

Even without looking, he could tell your ears were already pinned back against your head and you were trying to stop your tail from swinging around violently- a bad habit you had when excited.

Jo placed a series of soft kiss against your clit, each one getting a little bit more intense as they got harsher and his tongue started to poke out. Practically making out with the little bud as his hands dug firmly into your thighs.

It was as if he knew you would start getting jumpy and wanted to hold you still so he could properly enjoy this moment. His tongue licked long, hot stripes against your pussy, savoring and memorizing every crease, fold and ridge there was. Consuming your flavor and relishing in the moment that you were his.

His brazen actions had left you weak and sputtering. Already shaking and wanting more before his tongue entered your tight hole. Thrusting and slurping and kissing every inch that he could reach.

“M-Master! What’s going on with you?” You managed to stutter out as he continued to devour you. Each second brought you closer and closer to your climax as he seemed not to pay any mind to what you said.

It wasn’t until your tail wrapped around his wrist and squeezed down did he take a moment to pull back. His eyes blown out and face soaked and flushed pink.

“Is something wrong Y/n?”

“N-no! I’m just wondering where this side of you came from!” It sounded sharp, but you were flustered more than anything. Jo was normally shy and took his time with this, but this time, it was like this was the last time he would ever get to taste you and was making every second count.

You expected him to get shy and probably back away, but when he smiled and instead went back in for a nibble on your thigh, the yelp left your lips for multiple reasons.

“Do you not like it Y/n?”

“… N-no I do.”

“ So be a good girl and don’t stop me again.”

Your jaw dropped at his blunt command, but you had no choice but to nod in compliance. Once he got your confirmation, Jo continued. This time using his fingers to trace the outline of your pussy, getting a quiver of anticipation out of you in seconds.

A long finger teasing at your hole, drawing circles around the rim before barely plunging his finger inside and pulling it back out. Repeating the process but going in a little deeper each time.

You were already whining and wiggling your hips, trying to force him into giving a more consistent stroke. But each time you moved closer, he pulled his hand back out.

It felt like a punishment with the way he was teasing you. Even as you hissed and pleaded, he didn’t relent until he was satisfied with his fingers being buried inside, stroking your gummy and warm walls until he found your spot and got a loud moan of content as you melted in his hands.

That seemed to be his goal as his lips curled into a smile. His plush lips reconnecting with your sensitive clit as his fingers stroked and teased in and out, ensuring your spot felt his fingers everytime.

In mere minutes, you felt like you had lost control of your own body. Mewling, back arched and hips grinding against his face as you drooled and begged him to let you cum.

Perhaps it was the underlying task at hand that made it easier for him to bring you to your climax. Keeping his pace until your legs wrapped around his head and you cried out as your orgasm hit you. Your body quaked, and the juices flowed freely as a series of pleasurable sounds left you. The rose colored mana was glowing bright on Jo’s hands as he pulled away for a moment.

Breathing heavily, covered in a light sweat but satisfied as always. A silly smile on your face as your tail swayed in satisfaction.

“Wow. I don’t know how you learned that but you should do that everytime!” You giggled, stretching as Jo finished depositing the first batch away.

“Oh? There’s no way you thought that was it, right?” He said as he turned back to you, somehow even more attractive than before.

His hair was a mess, his face and bare chest were covered in your juices, and the pink in his cheeks had lightened up slightly.

“I- but that was a lot, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. But we’ve still got a long way to go.”

Before you could protest, he waved his hand, and a light blue glow appeared. Swirling around his hand and around your body. Like it was second nature, he moved you with his magic so your body was floating in front of him. Legs spread and presented to him.

“Is this necessary? There’s a bed here.”

“So? We can have a little fun with this.” He said as he licked his lips, eager to dive back in and continue his meal. Stepping closer, he laid your legs over his shoulders before starting to lick at you again.

Your pussy was already throbbing and sensitive from your last orgasm, so these touches already had you shaking. At the same time, you found it harder and harder to speak and make sense.

Time started to become a blur. The longer Jo was between your legs, pleasuring you more times than you could even count, things stopped making sense. Your body was craving nothing but Jo and his touch. Any form of being self-conscious vanished as he made it clear he worshipped your body.

Ensuring to leave his mark all over you. Fingerprints, hickeys, and bite marks covered so much of your skin, you were sure there was more of that than untouched flesh.

Jo’s sweet, deep voice whispered praises anytime his mouth wasn’t busy eating you out or leaving his mark. And his hands were always busy. Whether it was from having you in his lap, fingering you, and whispering encouraging words of how well you were doing. Or making you ride one of his hands as the other played with your clit or squeezed your ass.

You had lost track of how many times you had came. Your body must’ve been drained of mana beyond your regular limits as you felt weak but still your body twitched and ached and even meowed for his touch.

Jo, as attentive as he was, noticed as well. A part of him was worried, but you were still begging him for more. Grinding your hips down on his thigh as you tried to get yourself off once again. His hand caressing your thigh as he lay on his back, admiring the view.

“How is my good girl doing?”

His question got a mixture of a whine and a moan to come out. Rubbing your ears against him and pressing your chest against his. Both of you were sweaty, but your magical nose had the scent of arousal locked in the air.

“Please, Master, again! Please, please!”

“One more time, I think we’ll have enough then. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

You practically squealed and nodded, continuing to rub against him. Jo pet your ears, getting a purr of satisfaction.

Grabbing you by your hips, he placed you over his face once again. Wasting no time in savoring your taste on his lips once again. Leaving open mouth kisses against your pussy before alternating using his tongue to tease your hole and sucking on your clit.

Very quickly, he started building your climax once again. By now, he knew exactly what strokes and what rhythm to use to get you close in no time.

Light pants turned to loud whines as your hips ground against his face. His nose gave the extra friction you craved before he added his fingers once again and continued to stroke to the same pattern as your hips.

It was almost as if you could hear him singing your praises in your mind. He had said them so many times earlier that they were engraved into your memory.

The knot building in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter. One more time, even though your mind was numb and your body reaching exhaustion, you just needed one more release.

Your thighs threatened to crush Jo’s skull as you felt it getting closer. But he wasn’t deterred, increasing the speed of his fingers as his tongue devoured your quivering and needy pussy.

With an uncontrolled series of moans, babbles, and cries, you came once again. The pleasure coursing through you was nothing you had ever felt before as your pussy let out wave after wave of squirt directly onto Jo. The messy liquid seemed never-ending as your mind came in and out of darkness.

The sheets, and especially Jo, was soaked, but he didn’t seem to care. He moved your positions so he could hold you tightly in his arms. Your body shook uncontrollably, but the euphoria was mind-blowing. A lopsided smile etched your features as Jo continued to thank you and praise you for doing an amazing job for him.

By the time you were stable again, your body felt heavy. But you couldn’t stop giggling. “Did I do good?”

“Of course you did, I’m so proud of you, Y/n. And honestly, with the mana collected from that last one, we might not have to do this for a whil-”

It is so Jo of him to remember his work even at a time like this. But the idea of not getting that experience again for a while made you hiss and narrow your eyes at him.

“Like hells you’re going to not do that for a while! Are you crazy?!”

By your pointed look, Jo realized it was a silly thing to say and laughed nervously. “I’m not. But if you couldn’t tell, if you do that again, you’re going to turn into a mana raisin.”

“O-oh…” Through the subsiding pleasure, it started to emerge how exhausted and weak you actually felt. Barely able to move and just had to lie in his arms.

“That’s what I thought. Now let’s get you cleaned up, and we can work on the potions in the morning.”

You gave a weak cheer but still nuzzled against him, asking for his cuddles once again, which he obliged. Maybe the clean-up could wait a little bit longer.

[sealcowboy]

would you write something about a hybrid!joost?? like him being half human half cat

wrote about dogboy joost since it just makes sense

tail wags every time you walk into the room every time. even if you just went to get a snack.

hates thunderstorms but tries to act brave until a really loud crack of thunder hits. then he’s under the blanket, hiding, while using the excuse: “i’m just protecting you.”

wears his hoodie halfway on around the house so his ears don’t get squished. you think it’s the cutest look ever. he pretends he’s not doing it on purpose

jealous of the neighbor’s dog. not in a petty way, just in a “why do they get to play fetch and not me?” kind of way.

LOVES praise. tell him he did a good job washing the dishes and he’ll beam for hours like he won a trophy.

cannot walk past a dog in public without saying “hello” to it. and yes, he has a whole dog-to-dog language. you’re still learning.

wears your clothes sometimes and pretends it’s just because “they were clean and closest” but you caught him sniffing the collar.

once followed you around the apartment for two straight hours because he missed you while you were at work and didn’t want to waste “reunion time.”

hates the vacuum. hates it, despite being a tall, fully grown, adult man (with ears and a tail). pretends he’s not scared, but you saw him standing behind the couch once, waiting for you to be finished with cleaning.

if you’re sad, he’ll quietly bring you snacks and curl up beside you like a giant living weighted blanket. if you cry, his ears droop so hard they practically hit the floor :(

[wrappedinpinklace]

Mismatched, Chapter Two.

(Authors note!! this chapter is kinda short, mainly because i’m working on other things as well, but i wanted to go ahead and get this out since i don’t have much posted about damian and im still working out how i want the jason todd fic to play out. i wish i could just copy and paste from my brain 😩. anywaysssss much love, angel!!)

“You guys,” you said dramatically, arms flung over the back of the Hufflepuff common room couch, “you are not going to believe what happened.”

Duke didn’t even look up from his Transfiguration essay. “Let me guess. You tripped into another fountain.”

“Or accidentally joined a secret dueling club,” Jon added, upside-down on the rug and halfway through a chocolate frog.

“Worse,” you said, your eyes wide with intensity. “Damian Wayne defended me.”

That got their attention.

Duke blinked.

Jon slowly sat up.

“No, he didn’t,” Duke said flatly.

“Okay, technically he didn’t say something super heroic or anything,” you admitted. “But one of his Slytherin friends said something mean—like real mean, like I was this annoying little bug who wandered into their pureblood tea party uninvited and Damian? He shut them down.”

Jon squinted. “What exactly did he say?”

You leapt off the couch, already full of energy and reenactment potential. “So there I was, standing like a lost lamb among the wolves, right? And Sasha was all ‘Do we know you?’ and I was just being my charming self, but then she started making fun of me for the glitter explosion! And Damian just… rose from the bench like the dark prince he is and said get this”

You lowered your voice, deep and broody. “‘She’s not talking to you.’”

Jon burst out laughing. Duke let his head fall into his hands. “Oh no.”

You pointed a finger. “You’re underestimating the gravity of the moment!”

“I’m underestimating how you’re retelling it like it was a marriage proposal,” Duke muttered.

“And then,” you said, ignoring him, “he looked at me. Like really looked at me. Not annoyed. Not dismissive. Just… intense. Like I startled something in him. Like like I crawled in through a crack in the stone wall of his soul and now he’s questioning everything.”

Jon wheezed. “That’s not what happened.”

“You weren’t there!” you said, spinning dramatically in your oversized jumper. “You didn’t see his eyes. He practically told his friends to shut up and bow before me!”

“She blinked at him once and he blinked back and now she’s naming their future children,” Duke said dryly.

You flopped back down beside them with a sigh, grinning at the ceiling. “His loss if he doesn’t realize how utterly amazing I am.”

At that moment, your familiar chose to leap onto the coffee table, scattering a pile of quills and parchment like confetti.

“Muffin!” you gasped. “Rude.”

Muffin, your gray, one-eyed cat with far too much attitude for something so round, settled proudly in the mess she’d made, curling her tail around her paws like a queen surveying her kingdom.

“She’s just like you,” Duke said. “Loud, unpredictable, kind of alarming.”

“She’s loyal,” you corrected, giving Muffin a scratch behind the ears. “And very emotionally intelligent. Aren’t you, baby? You can smell soulmates. Can’t you?”

Muffin sneezed.

“I’ll take that as confirmation.”

Jon giggled again, and Duke just shook his head, but neither of them were really annoyed. They knew you too well. This was just how your heart worked: fast, bright, and all-in. You loved easily, wildly, without caution. Your crushes burned quick and hot, but this one… this one lingered.

Even you felt the difference.

Maybe it was the way Damian hadn’t looked at you like everyone else did. Or maybe it was just that under all that cold and control, you saw something real.

Or maybe you were completely delusional. But it was fun to hope. And that was more than enough, for now.

————

You hated Astronomy

You hated charts. You hated planets. You hated trying to remember which constellation looked like a bow and which one looked like a deformed duck. Most of all, you hated calculating star paths, because apparently you needed math for that, and no one warned you.

“I just don’t get it,” you groaned, slumping in your chair dramatically. “How do you measure the position of a star that’s probably been dead for a million years?”

Duke sighed, resting his chin in his palm. “It’s not dead, it’s just—”

“Light-years away, I know,” you interrupted, flopping backward so hard your chair creaked. “But what if it is dead? What if it exploded and no one told us and I’m doing a whole star chart based on a ghost? I can’t fail Astronomy because I believe in haunted space.”

Jon giggled beside you, flipping through his notes. “That is both the most and least scientific thing I’ve ever heard.”

You let out a long, dramatic wail and dropped your head onto the open textbook in front of you. “Just leave me. Go to your classes. I’ll rot here among the moons and misery.”

“We’ve still got five minutes,” Duke muttered, scanning his notes like he could delay the inevitable.

But unfortunately, time refused to bend to your will—unlike your friends, who were about to leave you to die. As they started packing their things, you clutched the edge of Duke’s sleeve like he was about to set off for war.

“You can’t leave me!” you whispered fiercely. “This is a crime against friendship.”

“I’ve literally gone over the star chart with you four times,” he said, deadpan.

“I was emotionally unprepared.”

“You were doodling Saturn as a donut.”

“I stand by my artistic choices.”

Jon patted your shoulder with a pitying smile. “You’ll be fine. Maybe you’ll have a breakthrough while you’re alone.”

“More like a breakdown,” you muttered as they waved and hurried off to class, abandoning you to your fate.

The library settled into a hush, as it always did, calm and slightly dusty, with floating candles bobbing high above and scrolls unrolling themselves along shelves. You sighed dramatically into your folded arms, letting the textbook cradle your despair. You weren’t even sure what page you were on anymore.

And that’s when he walked in.

You didn’t notice at first. Damian Wayne moved quietly, like a shadow gliding between the bookshelves. He was scanning the aisles with that permanent look of mild disdain, his hands tucked into his Slytherin robes and his posture effortlessly perfect, because of course it was.

He hadn’t even meant to look your way. He was just checking for an open table.

But unfortunately for him, he lingered. Just a second too long. And that’s when you lifted your head. Your eyes locked.

It was too late.

Your entire face lit up. “Damian!”

He visibly considered turning around. Just for a moment. You saw the micro-debate behind his eyes: fight or flight.

You sat up straighter, brushing hair from your face and gesturing wildly to your book-covered table. “Oh thank Merlin. A friendly face. Come to rescue me from the cruel, infinite void of outer space?”

He didn’t move.

“…It’s Astronomy,” you added, as if that explained anything.

“I gathered.” Still, he didn’t leave.

You took that as a win.

“Duke and Jon abandoned me,” you said, propping your chin on your hand. “They said it was ‘class’ but honestly, I think they were just emotionally unprepared for how dumb I am when it comes to stars.”

“You’re not dumb,” he said automatically.

You blinked. “Wait..was that…a compliment?”

“It was a statement.”

“Which is one inch away from a compliment,” you grinned. “Careful, Damian. People will start to think you have a heart.”

He rolled his eyes and stepped toward your table anyway, hands still tucked into his pockets.

“Do you even know where Polaris is?”

“…That’s the one with the belt, right?”

Damian closed his eyes slowly like he was begging the universe for patience.

You beamed.

“You’re staying, aren’t you?”

He sighed. “Only because you clearly need help before you confuse the moon with a white dwarf.”

“See? I knew you were nice under all that brooding.”

“I’m not.”

“Sure,” you said, sliding a spare chair toward him with your foot. “Tell yourself whatever you need to sleep at night.”

Damian sat.

And you smiled at the stars for the first time that day.

————

“You’re actually a good teacher, you know,” you said, half in awe, half in disbelief, as Damian calmly redrew a constellation for the third time. “Strict. Kind of scary. But good.”

Damian didn’t look up. “You say that like it’s surprising.”

“Well, I assumed you’d be the type to throw my star chart into the fireplace and say something cutting about natural selection.”

He glanced up, expression dry. “You’re confusing me with Tim.”

You snorted. “Fair.”

It had been almost an hour since he sat down. And somehow, the world hadn’t ended. You hadn’t exploded anything. He hadn’t stormed off in a cloud of contempt. In fact, you were… learning.

Like, actually learning.

You’d even stopped dramatizing your own suffering for a solid ten minutes, which might’ve been a personal record.

Damian had shifted in his seat beside you, his robes neat and posture perfect even now. His sketchbook sat closed near his elbow, slightly askew atop his bag. You hadn’t noticed it at first, too distracted by being saved from the black hole of astronomy.

But now…

“Is that your sketchbook?” you asked, tilting your head.

He paused, hand still over the parchment he’d been writing on.

“…Yes.”

You smiled. “Can I see?”

He didn’t respond right away.

You didn’t press, even though your curiosity was bouncing up and down like Muffin at breakfast. You could tell it wasn’t the kind of thing he usually let people see. Which, of course, made you want to see it even more.

After a moment, Damian sighed—quiet, like something inside him gave way. Then, without a word, he reached for the sketchbook and flipped it open with slow, precise hands.

Page after page of beautiful linework, clean, detailed, controlled. You recognized some of the creatures from Care of Magical Creatures: a Hippogriff mid-flight, a sleeping Niffler curled on a pile of galleons, a Thestral rendered in haunting, delicate strokes.

“You’re amazing,” you breathed. “These look like they could walk off the page.”

He didn’t answer, but you saw his jaw shift—just the slightest tension, like your words had reached a place he didn’t know existed.

And then he turned the page again. And your breath caught. You stared. It was you.

Your hair falling over your shoulders. The curve of your smile mid-laugh. A leaf tangled in your hair. Your eyes were squinted shut, like you’d just said something ridiculous.

But the way he’d drawn you, soft and intricate and focused, made it feel like you were something important.

You looked up at him, blinking.

“Wait… is that—?”

The sketchbook slammed shut.

Damian stood so fast the chair scraped the stone floor. “I have class,” he said sharply, already reaching for his bag.

You blinked again, caught somewhere between stunned and confused. “Wait, what? Damian—”

“Don’t be late for Astronomy,” he said without looking at you. Then he turned and walked off, fast and stiff like something had short-circuited in his brain.

You sat there for a full minute, staring at the space he’d just occupied.

Muffin, who had been curled beneath the table unnoticed until now, peeked her head out and let out a very unimpressed mrrp.

“I know,” you whispered, dazed. “But… that looked like me. Right?”

The cat sneezed. You weren’t sure if that was a yes or a no.

You shook your head and tried to refocus, but the thought lingered like a spell gone wrong, fluttering around your heart, impossible to pin down.

Meanwhile, across the castle, Damian sat in the back of Charms class, staring straight ahead, unmoving.

He didn’t hear a word the professor said. His hand was tight around his quill, ink pooling on his parchment. It had been an accident. He hadn’t meant to show her. Hadn’t meant to draw her so many times, either.

She was just… always there. Loud. Clumsy. Infuriatingly sincere.

And somehow, she had managed, without any permission at all, to become the only person he couldn’t stop seeing.

He scowled.

This was exactly why he didn’t get involved.

[anbaisai]

happy cat day! 🐾

[cookkoo]

Drawtober 2023 day 22: Scratch

"Am I dating a cat?" *Purrr*

Previous days: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12][13][14][15][16][17][18][19][20][21]

[glitziinova]

[hildifons-hairyfoot]

Someone painted me a picture of fluffball. And for some reason I've been feeling so sad and miserable. And it took me six hours to figure out that it was because I miss him.

[yerchokito]

warnings : p in v, brief stuff with panties, oral(?), not proofread. short smut.

afab!reader

a/n - first time writing smut— bare with me :(

snowleopard!satoru becomes a menace when you ovulate. overly clingy, more bitey, and unfortunately… horny.

snowleopard!satoru has always been a horn-dog (cat?), you can’t even count the many times he’s tried to rut against you or your belongings, it’s like living in a brothel ://

so, you can guess how he reacts on the days where he can practically taste the change in your body.

“gah! satoru, what are you doing?—hey!”

what an unlucky day, not only did you wake up more irritated than usual, but now your precious (more like devious) rescue hybrid, is sniffing your crotch like a pervert!

what a pain, now you have to embarrassingly pry the head of your boy away from your front he noses at. damn it.

“relaaaxx hun, mm you smell good.” he purrs.

he groans as you try to push him away, holding you still by his big hands, kneading innocently at your ass. would be cute, if he wasn’t trying to make-out with your panties!

“satoru! hey—stop that! ugh, hu-hey don’t l-lick!” you squeak as he drags his rough tongue along your slit, damping your panties. your willpower begins to falter as he now happily licks, practically feasting upon the wetness that seeps through your underwear.

though, he soon gets annoyed with the cloth.

whining, he tears the thin layer of fabric and is met with heaven on earth.

your slit drips with need, clit hard and twitching, and you smell all the more better.

“toru’…”

that’s all he hears before he blanks out.

plap! plap! plap!

the sound of skin on skin rings in your ears as your precious boy pounds into your entrance with the need to breed, filling up every crevice of your body.

god you feel like a pervert. letting your rescue hybrid fuck you? new type of low for you.

but for now, you’ll let the snowy-headed man use you. sex now, shame and consequences later.

“haah— ts’ so goooodd, been hidin’ this from me, huh?” he mewls, quickly pounding in and out of your tight wet heat. he has his chest to your back, rutting into you like he’ll die without being inside.

“toruuu’!!! fuh—fuck!” you squeal, drooling as all you can feel is him, his cock sliding into your silky hole, ramming in over and over. his tail caressing you almost comfortingly, you can hear the faint whimpers that spill from his throat

when he cums, you’ll take it, and if he gives you cubs, well then you’ll have to take it.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: but of angst, hybrid life is hard, handjob, mating

Whines leave your cat!hybrid bfs throat as you kiss his cheeks and nibble on them lightly. "You're so cute today, my sweet kitty..."

"Not cute..." Ashe murmured, his tongue sticking out contentedly as you nuzzled into him. He smelled like sunshine, and you wanted to bury yourself in his soft fluff.

"And you're being overly affectionate, it's annoying."

He shook out his black fur, huffing as you pulled him back when he tried to squirm away.

The scars littering his back and arms made you pause. When asked, he always clammed up, but you put together he hadn't been treated well before you took him in.

"Hush, you know you love it."

A yelp left his throat when you straddled him, your hips settling over his and rubbing against his hardening bulge. "You're already getting hard."

His fluffy tail began to wag as his cheeks burned. Though Ashe would never admit it, he secretly enjoyed your teasing. “Being mean…”

You kissed his neck as you jerked him off, smiling when he bucked his hips into your hand. His cock twitched in your hand, and with just a few pumps he was already cumming.

You poor kitty was a sensitive thing, and immediately buried his face into your chest after his orgasm. Now that the hybrid lived with you, he didn’t have to worry about fighting to survive. He could be himself and relax while you pampered him.

“Less grumpy now, hmm?”

He looked up at you, his tongue still poking out slightly before he leaned forward to begin grooming you. “Maybe… can I…”

He clutched your shirt, purring a little as he began to knead the soft fabric. “Can I stay right here?”

You smiled fondly, nuzzling your head against his as he purred and bumped his head against yours affectionately. “Yeah, of course.”

Could life truly remain so peaceful?

Some days he struggled with touch. It was almost painful for him, and it hurt your heart when he’d pull away from you in fear.

You never held that against him, though. You knew it wasn’t you he was afraid of, it was people in general.

A world that treats hybrids like objects is a world that isn’t safe for them. He was considered a pest, a stray cat hybrid without an owner, just one of many such cases.

If you hadn’t been able to save him, you were sure he’d still be on that street corner, about ready to offer his body so he’d get to eat a fresh meal for once. It was pure luck you were able to help him before he resorted to that.

Would he have chosen to come with you given an actual choice? Not between starving and life, that wasn’t a real choice.

If you two bumped into each other in a cafe, would he still want to be your lover?

“Are you happy here?”

He glanced up at you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and chin resting on your chest. Today, he was clingy again, constantly scent marking you and refusing to leave your side.

“Yes… I’m happy, and I’m safe. It’s all I could really ask for, in a world like this.”

You scratched behind his cat ears, sighing softly. “You don’t have to be with me, you know. If… you decided you wanted to live on your own and never speak to me again, I’d support you.”

You traced the scars on his back, wincing as you counted each one in your head. “I know you can’t stand humans, Ashe. You don’t have to put up with-“

His ears pinned back, and he left your lap, storming off to his room before slamming the door. You were left confused and hurt, cheeks hot from embarrassment.

Ashe had never gotten this angry with you before. Sure, he had been short with you while scared or stressed, but you saw true anger and hurt in his eyes.

“A-Ashe, wait!”

You knocked on his door, hands trembling when he opened it up.

Tears were running down his cheeks, his cat ears flat against his head. “You lied to me! You said I could stay here forever, but now you’re saying these weird things! You’re going to get rid of me, just like everyone else has!”

He wiped away his tears angrily, sniffling. “I thought you loved me… but you’re going to toss me away…”

You pulled him into your arms, hugging him tightly. You felt him stiffen, and you began to cry too. “I’m so sorry, Ashe. I promise… that’s not what I meant at all!”

He began to tremble and struggle against you, his tail lashing back and forth. “Don’t do this, don’t lie to me!”

“It isn’t a lie, I do love you! I just…”

You looked up at him, barely able to see his face through the tears clouding your vision. “I didn’t know if you truly loved me too… I wanted you to know you had options, that you are important to me regardless if it’s romantic or not…”

He started to calm down slowly, and reached out to brush away your tears. “Really? You really promise?”

Ashe pulled you into his room, his legs and arms wrapped tightly around you as he groomed your head. “You love me, and I can’t stay forever?”

His tail wrapped around one of your legs, and he scented you frantically.

“Y-yes,” you said, giggling through your tears. “I love you, and you can stay with me forever, I promise.”

His purrs rumbled through his chest, and he began softly moving his hips against yours. After such a tense moment, Ashe wanted to relieve it all with some soft sex.

Ashe moved your panties to the side, biting down on your neck as he positioned himself between your legs. It was moments like this he had to remind himself that you were his mate, that he loved and trusted you.

You hummed softly, letting him thrust into you lazily as the two of you cuddled. He stayed inside of you for a while even after he came, and the next week you could barely get any time to yourself.

Through this, your bond has grown stronger, and Ashe knew that you would never abandon him.

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Vogue Beauty Secrets

Max Verstappen x Wife!Reader

Summary... Vogue asks Y/N to film her skincare and makeup routine.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this little blurb. Let me know what you guys wanna see next. Request are open.

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The video opens with the click of a camera turning on, followed by a small laugh.

“Hi, Vogue,” Y/N greets warmly, brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear. Her skin is fresh, makeup-free, her voice still a bit husky from sleep. “I’m Y/N Verstappen and I’ve been asked to share my daily beauty routine… which honestly feels like a joke considering I’ve been up since 5 a.m. because my daughter thinks that’s an acceptable wake-up time.”

She shrugs playfully, leaning on the white marble bathroom counter. Behind her, viewers get a glimpse of their Amsterdam apartment, clean lines, cozy lighting, a plant in every corner.

“So let’s get into it,” she smiles. “I already cleansed off-camera because, well, my toddler smeared porridge on my face earlier and that wasn’t very Vogue.”

She lifts a bottle toward the camera. “This is what I used, super gentle, because hormones after breastfeeding are no joke. I used this religiously when Isa was still newborn and I felt like a walking zombie with acne.”

Just then, there’s a tiny knock on the bathroom door. Y/N pauses.

“Mama?” A small voice calls.

She bites back a smile. “Come in, schatje.”

Isa waddles into the room in her little bunny-print pajamas, hair a curly mess, one sock missing, holding her plush lion by the tail. Her eyes are wide with sleepy curiosity as she pads in and immediately reaches her arms up.

Y/N lifts her easily, balancing the toddler on one hip.

“This is Isa,” she chuckles. “My shadow. She doesn’t believe in personal space. Or sleep-ins.”

Isa rests her head against Y/N’s shoulder and waves lazily at the camera, mumbling, “Hi Vogue.”

“I’m gonna keep going while she hangs out,” Y/N explains. “Mom life doesn’t pause for skincare, right?”

She manages to tone with one hand, dotting serum on her cheeks while Isa fiddles with the collar of her robe.

And then, “Lieverd?” Max’s voice comes from somewhere off-camera. “Have you seen her other sock? She left it in the pantry again, I think.”

Y/N rolls her eyes fondly. “Check under the cereal boxes.”

There’s a pause.

“Got it.”

Max enters a moment later, barefoot in sweatpants and one of Y/N’s oversized hoodies, holding the missing sock like it’s a trophy.

“Victory,” he smirks, and steps into view to slide it onto Isa’s tiny foot as she babbles softly.

“Oh, and if I didn’t mention it... I’m married to that guy,” Y/N gestures at him, “who sometimes borrows my hoodies and always makes me tea while I do this.”

As if on cue, Max returns moments later with a steaming mug and a kiss to her temple. He doesn’t say anything else, just gives her a little smile and nods toward the camera like you’ve got this before disappearing again.

Y/N smiles after him.

“Okay, so next, I use this moisturizer. I keep it in the fridge because Max likes our house at ‘race car garage’ levels of cold and my skin can’t cope.”

She taps product on her face gently, still bouncing Isa in her arms.

“Lip balm,” she adds, reaching across the counter. “I don’t go anywhere without it. This one smells like mango. Isa always tries to eat it.”

“Mine,” Isa declares sleepily, snatching it from Y/N’s hand.

Y/N laughs. “Told you.”

There’s another interruption, this time the sound of a crash followed by Max’s startled “Alles goed?!” from the other room.

Y/N blinks at the camera, totally unbothered. “That’s our cat knocking over Max’s trophies again. She has a personal vendetta against the Monaco one.”

She finishes her makeup: light concealer, brow gel, tinted lip balm, all with Isa still perched on her hip.

“Oh, and when I do go to races, I do a bit more. Blush, mascara, maybe eyeliner if Isa hasn’t decided my makeup brush is her new toy.”

From the mirror, you can see Max re-entering, now carrying their cat under one arm and waving a toy toothbrush in the other.

“Does this belong to the tiny dictator?”

Isa perks up. “MINE!”

Max hands it over solemnly. “I thought so.”

He leans against the counter again, watching as Y/N wraps up her routine.

“You look beautiful,” he murmurs under his breath.

Y/N smiles at the compliment but turns it into a tease. “Even without the mascara?”

Max grins. “Always.”

The camera catches Isa reaching over to swipe her fingers in the blush compact and smear it across Y/N’s cheek. Y/N gasps in mock horror while Max bursts into a quiet laugh.

“Raw and unfiltered,” Y/N tells the camera, dabbing at her cheek. “Exactly what Vogue asked for, right?”

She sets Isa down gently, and the little girl waddles over to Max, nestling herself into his arms like a koala.

“I don’t get a lot of ‘me’ time,” Y/N admits, tucking her hair behind her ears. “But I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. It’s messy. Loud. Exhausting. But also, really, really full of love.”

Max leans into the frame for a moment, his voice soft. “That’s because you’re the heart of it.”

Y/N blushes, swats him away gently, and turns back to the camera.

“Thank you for watching this chaos. And Vogue? If you ever want a dad edition of this, Max has a killer 7-step beard care routine he refuses to admit to.”

Max, now offscreen, calls out, “That’s classified information.”

Y/N grins. “Bye, Vogue.”

She reaches to turn off the camera just as Isa squeals from the other room: “DAAAADDY! Cat stole my toast!”

Fade to black.

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The end...

[confused-squishy]

Cat Hybrid Boyfriend-Danny

DeadSerious (Damian X Danny)

Thank you to my DPXDC friend who helped me come up with this @dcxdpdabbles

Wayne Manor was almost never this quiet, and if he didn't already know why, Bruce would've been very worried about what his children had gotten up to. Luckily, he knew EXACTLY was going on. Although he was still worried if he was being honest. Apparently, his youngest son was bringing over a friend.

A very..... SPECIAL friend if what he's heard from Alfred is correct. Bruce honestly thought that this moment wouldn't happen for MANY more years. At least he hoped it wouldn't. His baby was growing up so quickly. Damian was already a junior in high school now. He was driving, legally, and now he was bringing home someone special.

Bruce sighed as he stared at his older children. Smiling softly as Dick, Jason, Tim, and Stephanie argued over who Damian was bringing over. Cass and Duke were silently sitting on the couch as Alfred was waiting in the foyer for Damian to arrive. Bruce heard the telltale sound of the front door ringing before the argument died down, and everyone threw themselves onto the couch.

Bruce was now VERY grateful he bought a more sturdy couch. As Jason and Dick almost tipped the couch over with how hard they had quite literally thrown themselves onto it. It was unmistakingly quiet in the living room as the sound of soft talking was heard. Bruce could easily hear Damian and Alfred talking. But he couldn't hear anyone else. The only sound that was heard besides the approaching conversation was the soft jiggle of a bell.

Bruce chalked it up to Alfred, the cat going to greet Damian and his.... guest. Except Bruce could've sworn that Alfred, the cat and Titus, were already in here with the rest of the family. Before he could even think to look around around to check, there was firm knocking on the door. Everyone stared curiously at the door. Breath caught waiting to see exactly WHO it was that was able to win Damian Al Ghul-Wayne's heart.

First to enter was Alfred before Damian followed in with a black cat in his arms, making everyone sink into their seats. Bruce sighed in disappointment as the others groaned for the same reason. His poor baby had been stood up. Bruce stood up and opened his arms with a soft smile. Damian stared in confusion.

"Father what are you doing?"

"It's okay, chum. Everyone's been stood up once or twice before."

"I don't understand?"

Bruce's face crumbled as he tried hugging Damian only for Damian to back up multiple steps. It was then that Bruce noticed the cat in Damian's arms was, in fact, not Alfred the cat. Bruce's heart cracked. Damian must've picked up another cat to ease his hurt.

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Damian scowled at his family in confusion. Why are they all looking at him like that? Did something happen while he was out getting his Darling Beloved?

"Father, please do not touch me. My darling beloved does not like being touched by strangers so casually."

Damian ignored everyone's confused, staring as his beloved stirred in his arms. Making Damian's scowl soften. Throwing everyone for a loop.

"It is alright, my beloved. They will not touch you without permission. I swear on the Al Ghul-Wayne name that if they do I will make sure they regret it."

Damian ignored the loud scolding before Alfred cleared his throat loudly and glared at the Wayne family. They froze at the disappointed look sent their way and quieted down while still staring at Damian. Damian's eyes practically glowed as his beloved stared into his eyes before shifting into his usual form.

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The Wayne family watched in complete shock as the small black cat in Damian's arms turned into a short teen. His hair was black, and his skin was pale. Eyes almost the same color as ice with soft freckles across his cheeks and nose. On top of his head was a set of cat ears that matched his hair along with a tail that had wrapped around Damian's waist.

If he wasn't already with Damian, he'd be prime Wayne adoption bait. But what were the most noticeable features besides the cat ears and tail was the lichten scars that ran up the side of the young man's throat to the bottom of his face. Everyone's breath hitched at the nervous looks sent their way.

But that was quickly fixed when Damian started pressing soft kisses to the teens face. Making the short male giggle softly and wrap his arms around the Al Ghul-Wayne son. The scene melted everyone's heart. Even Jason Todd, whose eyes had staring turning green at the sight of the lichten scars. Damian eventually placed the shorter male onto down. Everyone couldn't help but notice the very noticeable height difference. Damian cleared his throat. Wrapping his arm around the other male's waist.

"Everyone. Please allow me to introduce my darling beloved, Daniel Nightingale-Kyle."

".....J-Just Danny please."

Everyone stared at Danny before Cass quickly stood and started signing out rapid questions. Imagine the others' surprise when Danny had smiled softly and started signing back to the now ecstatic Cassandra Cain. Damian was smiling smugly. His chest puffed in pride at his choice of boyfriend as Danny and Cass had an exciting conversation in sign language.

Bruce smiled softly and patted Damian's shoulder. Quietly watching the silent conversation. That was before the name click something into Bruce's and everyone else's (besides Cass's) mind.

"Wait. Nightingale-Kyle??? Kyle like-"

"My beloved is the adopted son of Selina Kyle. Thank you again for breaking up with her father. If you hadn't, I never would've been with my darling beloved."

Bruce froze as the room fell into what could only be Wayne Family Chaos.

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While at first your owners were overjoyed about the fact that you, a Mouse Hybrid, and your mate, a Cat Hybrid were getting along so much better than before, their concern quickly grew. They began to wonder if you two were getting along too well, not knowing how far your relationship had already progressed.

They worried that their silly little cat was playing too rough with you. Having seen the way he would tackle you, his hips pinning you in place so he can paw at your body. Or the way his sharp teeth nip along the fold of your neck, leaving dark claiming marks in their place.

They got you for him so he could have a friend but they didn’t want him bothering your cute self too much if you were unable to fight back when the intensity rose.

And as his heat got closer and closer to starting they only began worrying more. They knew he’d become even more rough and raunchy. The last thing they wanted was for their precious plump mouse to get scared or hurt.

So, for your safety, they decided to set up their cat hybrid with their friend’s cat hybrid. With an agreement from both owners she would come stay over at the house so they could mate in peace. Only until his heat had passed and he was able to control himself as usual; if only they knew.

Your big mouse cheeks puff up in anger as the female cat walks into the house. Parading into your territory. Your mate didn’t even notice, too busy loudly purring while licking at his marks on your neck and making sure they stayed dark. Something he was doing more of recently with his heat coming up.

When your bf’s heat fully started, it began to affect all the hybrids in the house. Your bf kept clinging to you, taking every chance he could to get away and take you somewhere he can relieve the heat you cause to burn inside him even hotter.

The other cat hybrid could smell his alluring scent and it grew harder to resist despite being scared off by your scent always mixed so deeply with his.

For you, your bf’s heat only heightened your need to claim him in every way possible.

The tension was growing thicker and thicker the longer things went on without you properly laying claim on your mate. Especially now as the other hybrid eyes your mate from the other side of the living room.

Your bf, too caught up in the consuming lust of his heat to notice anything else, still only ever has his hands on you. Sensing her eyes on you, you finally decide to settle this one and for all.

You straddle your bf and he immediately sighs in relief, already needing to have you all over again. You rub against his hardening cock, letting him know you need him now too.

In the blink of an eye he’s flipping you onto your belly, ass high up in the air. His body molding against your own, his loud purring rumbling in your ear.

“Look at you, such a good mate. Taking care of me when I need you so bad,” he coos.

Your eyes flash as you look at the other hybrid. Your tail intertwines with your bf’s and you reach back, rocking back against his aching cock and sinking your claws into him to keep him close. He growls, pawing at your clothes so he can get to you. Your unusual behavior not going unnoticed by him but it only gets him more hot and bothered.

His eyes follow your line of the sigh to the strange hybrid leaving the room in a frenzy and he growls. The heat within him threatening to explode as he realizes what you’re doing.

With a swipe of his paw he shreds the rest of your clothes off. The sight of your glistening fat cunt has his mind spinning. He yanks you closer and sinks his length deep inside you in a long smooth stroke, stretching you out till your insides are burning just as his are.

“And staking claim on your mate too. Such a good girl f’me. Now let me take care of you,” he growls, wanting to properly reward you for showing another Hybrid what’s yours.

You still have your claws in him, keeping close as he desperately fucks his cock into you. The close proximity forcing his thick tip to slam against that soft spot deep inside of you with every hard snap of his hips. You can feel every inch of him against you and it helps soothe the feelings controlling you.

Loud moans and cries of pleasure echo throughout the house form you both. Ensuring the other hybrid can hear. His ribbed length rubs along your gummy walls. The friction has your toes curling and your back arching into him as you meet every thrust.

Every inch of your form shakes as the pleasure he gives you doubles over. Your body practically seizing as he has you coming hard in his cock. But just when you think he might start slowing down, he quickly pins your wrists over your head and rams his length into you.

“I don’t know if she’s gotten the message, little mouse. Might need to make it a little more clear,” he says, a feral glint in his eye.

He fucks you until you forget another hybrid was ever here to begin with. He makes you forget everything besides his name as he forces you to scream it each time he brings you to release.

When his heat ends not longer after, the other hybrid leaves to go back home to her family. You and your bf watch her from afar, his frame hovering on top of yours as your owners happily chat away.

As soon as goodbyes are shared and the door closes, your bf rolls over to pin you against the couch. That look in his eye making you wonder if some of his heat hasn’t totally gone away just yet.