#he IS a kitten on catnip

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

"Simply a matter of focus. I just have to alternate the frequencies."

The Librarians S03E02 And the Fangs of Death.

[amarriageoftrueminds]

cannot stop thinking about an AU where Bucky gets the same treatment as Steve (ie. serumed and vitarayed.)

So he shoots up to 6' 8" or something ridiculous and is built like a brick shithouse. To everyone else he's almost Too Big, but to Steve it's just like being small again while Bucky is ...Large, and Steve is permanently flustered about it. 😳🥺

[skrunksthatwunk]

going through my drafts and i found some of the initial notes for And who do you think i'll be (without you)? (aka the eikichi fic)

[sweetandsoursaws]

Ooc

Somebody needs to give lark some weed

Or catnip and a lot of positive attention

[kalkydra]

you can see that she's growling at him like a dog 😭

[starlitwishes]

@anomieheld

Thankfully he doesn’t seem to be aware of anyone around him. Instead he’s intensely staring at the table, his eyes widened.

What does he see…?

[sereia4skz]

Hi, love your works so much! Congrats on 1k!!

For the 1k event could I request poly!ot8 x brat!reader? Fake texts, Drabble, or one shot, your choice. Thank youuuuu!

1k Followers Event | everything comes to an end?

pairing: poly!straykids x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: group sex, oral, deepthroating, DP, spanking, choking, cum play, overstimulation, brat taming, collaring, petplay elements, cumflation, public teasing

event masterlist: #1kShootingStars

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A.N: I had so much fun with this event. I can't believe it's over... But I will defintely have to revisit the hybrid au for other future projects. I will be openning my asks again soon, dw a blog update will come with. Thank you so much for following along.

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You hadn’t even zipped your suitcase when a soft weight pounced into your open bag.

“Felix,” you groaned, watching the kitten hybrid roll in your clothes like they were made of catnip. “I need to pack that.”

“Mmm…” he purred, headbutting your folded shirts, “But I don’t want you to go…”

His tail curled around your wrist as he blinked up at you, all wide eyes and visible pout.

“It’s not goodbye, sunshine. Just ‘see you soon.’”

That’s when Seungmin passed your door, did a double-take, and growled, “You’re still packing?” The puppy hybrid padded in, immediately grabbing your hoodie and gnawing at the sleeve, trying to pull you away from the suitcase. “I told you to stop making it harder.”

Behind him, Jeongin slipped in uninvited, flopping belly-down across your bed with his tail swishing. “We voted. You’re not allowed to leave.”

“…You what?”

“Democracy,” Jeongin said, clearly lying.

You narrowed your eyes. “That's not how that works?”

“Thats how it works here,” Seungmin muttered, 

“Oh my god.”

You tried to be good, you really did. You gave goodbye cuddles. You kissed Hyunjin’s pout away when he tried to shove himself between you and the front door. You let Changbin bounce in your lap like a bunny on a sugar high and left scratches on Minho’s back when he bent you over the counter 'for closure.'

But now… now, you were naked, sore, and gagged, because someone (read: Chan) had declared that your ‘I’m leaving tomorrow’ tantrum meant you 'wanted attention.'

It's not like you have a flight to catch or anything…

Chan stood in the doorway, arms crossed, shirtless and scenting the wall, you should’ve known you wouldn’t be allowed to leave without a proper goodbye.

"You really thought you could just pack your bags and leave?" he asked, tilting his head. His sharp canines peeked out when he grinned. “Did you ask permission?”

Minho was beside him, eyes sharp, tail flicking. “She didn’t even thank us.”

“For what?” you challenged, chin high, even as Seungmin approached from behind, breath warm on your neck.

“Oh, you’re feeling bratty tonight,” he whispered. “Good. That makes this more fun.”

That’s how you ended up here: flat on your back in the center of the den’s massive mattress, wrists pinned over your head by Jeongin and legs spread wide by a surprisingly rough Changbin. Your clothes were long gone, your body already dripping, and your thighs trembled from being teased by soft kitten licks from Felix and fluttering kisses from Hyunjin’s drama-queen mouth.

“You’re drooling,” Jeongin chuckled from above. “What happened to all that attitude, huh?”

“Still there,” you hissed. “Just waiting for someone worth submitting to.”

The room froze. Hyunjin let out a little gasp. Felix pouted. Minho’s brow twitched.

Then… A sharp, possessive bite sank into the inside of your thigh, Changbin. He nipped you like an angry rabbit before lifting his head. “That mean I can fuck you stupid now?”

Felix purred, crawling up your side, his fingers teasing your nipples. “She likes when we get mean.”

“She likes getting used,” Seungmin growled, finally freeing himself from his shorts and straddling your chest. “You should hear how wet she got when I spat in her mouth earlier.”

“You liked it,” you mumbled. “Said I swallow so pretty.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Seungmin fisted your hair, shoved his cock between your lips, and groaned. “Just like that.”

You tried to respond, and failed because he hit the back of your throat instantly, too thick and hot, his hand guiding you like a toy. He wasn’t rough but the sound of him fucking your mouth had Minho groaning low in his throat.

“I’m gonna mark her tits,” the fox hybrid said casually, stroking himself just above your stomach. “Make sure she leaks us on the plane.”

“If we let her on it,” Minho added, stroking himself too as he leaned over your shoulder. “Could just keep her in a collar.”

Felix was already fastening one around your neck, baby blue, with a delicate gold bell. “There,” he murmured, licking your jaw. “Now you’re ours.”

Hyunjin moaned at the sight. “Can I eat her out now? Please?”

Chan finally moved. You hadn’t even realized he’d stayed back, arms crossed, just watching, but now he was stripping off his sweatpants, cock heavy, tip flushed, eyes gleaming with something feral. 

“She’s not gonna remember her name by the time we’re done.”

Hyunjin slid between your legs first, licking a long stripe up your cunt while Binnie leaned over, rutting gently against your thigh as if he couldn’t help himself.

“She’s soaked,” Hyunjin whined. “Sweet like laundry.”

“She always is,” Felix cooed, trailing kisses down your neck.

You moaned around Seungmin’s cock, then gasped when Minho tugged Seungmin away by the hair.

“Let me fuck her throat before you bust,” the cat hissed. “You know how tight she gets when she’s gagging.”

Seungmin grumbled but moved, just in time for Minho to shove his cock past your lips with no warning.

“Open up,” he snapped. “Show me that bratty mouth’s good for something.”

You obeyed, moaning as he started to thrust, slow but deep, letting his balls slap your chin while your hips squirmed from Hyunjin’s tongue flicking your clit.

Felix mewled. “Sweets, you’re dripping all over my fingers…”

“I can’t wait anymore,” Han groaned from behind. “I need to fuck her.”

“Not yet,” Chan growled. “I go first.” Chan kneeled between your legs, grabbed your thighs, and lined up, not at your pussy, but at your ass, slowly pressing in with a breathy groan. “Tight,” he hissed. “Fuck.”

You choked on Minho’s cock, eyes rolling, body twitching under all the stimulation.

“God, she’s gonna pass out,” Han mumbled.

“Not yet,” Minho said, fisting your hair. “I still haven’t come.”

Felix was still curled at your side, sucking on your nipple while Binnie straddled your waist, grinding against your belly for friction.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Changbin whined. “Your tummy’s so soft.”

“Her mouth too,” Minho muttered, then hisses when you gagged around him. “And so is her fucking throat.”

Han slid in next, stretching your already dripping pussy beside Chan’s cock, fucking you full-full, so tight and thick you couldn’t even beg. Chan thrust deep again, and you whimpered, every hole filled, your body shaking, used, loved, ruined.

“Take it,” Han grunted. “Take it all, baby, just like that.”

“Shit,” Seungmin gasped, stroking himself. “I’m gonna cum on her face—”

“Her tits are mine,” Jeongin muttered, and with a choked groan, he spilled across your chest, streaking your collar and stomach in his release.

Minho followed seconds later, coating your jaw while Seungmin tugged you up by the hair to finish across your cheek.

“Look at her,” Felix whispered. “So pretty covered in us…”

Hyunjin was between your legs again, lapping up the mess from where Chan and Han kept fucking you, slow now, deep, possessive.

“You gonna cum?” Chan asked, lips pressed to your ear.

You nodded frantically.

“Say it.”

“I-I wanna cum! Fuck- please, daddy!”

Everything broke after that.

Felix was sobbing as he painted your stomach with his cum. Binnie came from humping your belly, whining and twitching as Minho grabbed him and kissed him hard. Jeongin licked your lips while Seungmin growled and came all over your tits.

Chan grabbed your jaw, kissed your mouth desperately, and buried himself in your ass with a deep, snarling growl as he came. Han followed, his cock twitching inside your cunt as he groaned your name against your ear.

You blacked out.

When you came to, you were warm, wrapped in limbs, cum leaking out of every hole, someone stroking your hair. Felix. Of course.

“Hi, sugar,” he whispered. “You okay?”

You blinked. Nodded. Barely.

“Think you can leave us now?”

“…No?”

Chan chuckled from somewhere behind you. “Didn’t think so.”

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[cvntroach5000]

LaDS men react to you getting a cat

Xavier

• Very happy that you're getting your own little buddy for your apartment.

• Brings your cat a bunch of goodies to welcome it to its new home.

• They immediately hit it off, since Xavier is naturally good with animals.

• Honestly, the cat starts to feel like a mini version of Xavier with how it immitates him. Or maybe he's immitating the cat?

• Sometimes when you're doing something, you catch them both looking at you with the exact same look of love and you think 'Oh. They're the same guy.'

• When he falls asleep on your couch, your cat, in turn, falls asleep on top of him.

• You have a whole photo album dedicated just for their naptimes, they're incredibly cute together.

• He gets one of those little cloth wrap bags to carry it around in, after it gets too big to fit in the pocket of his hoodie. He just walks around with it like a mom with a baby, and it happily rests and purrs.

Zayne

• He's so excited about this.

• When he meets it for the first time, he comes into your home dressed up and carrying gifts like he's about to meet your parents.

• Despite the bribes of cat toys and treats, the cat totally hates him.

• After it hisses at him and runs off, he just falls to his knees and stays in that position for a solid minute.

• "T-This was my only chance..." If your cat doesn't like him, no cat is ever going to like him.

• You don't think you've ever seen a reaction this dramatic from him.

• You do your best to assist him on his mission to get along with your cat. You instruct him to sit still on the couch and even sprinkle a bit of catnip next to him.

• Eventually, your cat makes its way over to him and becomes a comfortable little loaf next to his thigh.

• He's afraid to even breathe cause he might scare it away, but he's making intense eye contact with you that screams 'It's happening! Everybody stay calm!'

• The progress is slow, but any time your cat does anything to imply it at least tolerates Zayne, he's practically moved to tears.

Rafayel

• He cannot believe you'd do this to him

• This is betrayal. A breach of trust. Complete backstabbing move on your part.

• You try dressing it up in little mermaid and fish-themed costumes to warm him up to it but he just stares at it like it's Satan's incarnate.

• Much to his horror, the wretched creature adores him.

• You use that to try and butter him up with compliments, but he stubbornly refuses to accept your cat's love.

• "Why does it keep smelling my fingers like that?! That's disgusting!"

• "It must think you smell nice if it keeps doing that."

• "It's trying to eat me?!"

• He eventually somewhat accepts his fate of being the cat's favorite fishnip, but he still likes to whine about it. Will randomly text you to inform you he found fur on his clothes or, worse, in his mouth.

• Maybe he quite likes your cat. But only that one! Cause it's yours. Special privileges.

Sylus

• He is very pleased with this development.

• Gets you one of those fancy self-cleaning litter boxes and a bunch of other gadgets, like an automatic bowl and a water fountain. And, of course, large, high-quality cat trees for your cat to go apeshit on.

• To nobody's surprise, the cat loves him.

• The moment he makes himself comfortable on your couch, the little rascal is all over him.

• "Wait, Sylus, let me get you a change of clothes. You'll get fur all over yourself!"

• "It's fine. If the clothes get ruined, I'll just throw them away and buy new ones."

• He's completely unbothered and lets the cat make biscuits on his expensive black suits.

• Your cat also has a couple of crazy fancy collars. You don't really make it wear them, since you live in an apartment and your cat doesn't go outside, so there's not really a need for it. But they look really cute on it.

• Sylus does have pictures of the cat wearing every single one of the collars he's gifted it though.

• You actually got the cat accustomed to Mephisto since it was a kitten, so they make a surprising, fun little duo.

Caleb

• He's glad you have some non-human company while he's not with you. And he genuinely likes the critter!

• He always brings food and treats for you cat, and when he cooks he'll make a whole separate meal specifically for your cat.

• When he first met it, the moment you left them alone, he picked it up and said to it "You have to keep them company and keep them happy while I'm not here, got it? Do not blow this for us."

• Unbeknownst to you, he has saddled the blissfully ignorant creature with quite the responsibility.

• "Caleb, you're overfeeding the poor thing. It's going to pop from how much you let it eat! Animals don't have a sense of restraint like us."

• "Awww, so it's going to be a cute, chubby little cat." He cuddles it, giving it kisses on its squishy cheeks, "Don't worry, baby, Caleb will love you and take care of you, no matter what."

• This isn't about the cat anymore is it.

• Trying to reason with him is impossible, he's decided he'll spoil the cat rotten and that's that. You can't convince him to stop.

[fushipurro]

Sweetness and Stripes

Masterlist

☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, tigerhybrid!sukuna, AU - no curses, slight angst, possessive sukuna, the drabble is where the NSFW is at, but after one of the dividers is where the headcanons become suggestive, biting, cockwarming, p in v, creampie

☆ Notes: tigers are my favorite animal and sukuna is my favorite man and WOW what a combo they make. had a lot of fun though coming up with ideas to this and for once, the drabble portion came easy to me (easy when i too want to be claimed by sukuna).

☆ TigerHybrid!Sukuna who goes into a rage when his old servant as he calls them decides they want him out of their home for good this time. So what he had attacked his other roommates? It's their fault; they should've known better to touch Sukuna's property or try and take over his favorite sunning throne. He's never been one to get along with others except for his nephew Yuji or his only friend ─ a harpy hybrid named Uraume.

☆ TigerHybrid!Sukuna who is drawn in like catnip by the sweet smell that clings to you one fateful day. You don't bat an eye at his imposing form, and after only one conversation, you invite him to be your new roommate. Naive is what he calls you ─ a fool. Don't you know how dangerous he is, or can be? That said, Sukuna doesn't plan on turning down your offer. Not if it means a new kingdom to conquer.

☆ TigerHybrid!Sukuna who slowly comes around to living with you. You've shown that you're a much better servant to him ─ always treating him to luxury meals and with a smile that's better than any dessert. Unlike his old home, he's alone here and without any pesky housemates to get in the way. He could get used to this lavish treatment.

☆ TigerHybrid!Sukuna who loves the way you comb your fingers through his hair, making sure his ears and tail are extra soft and shiny. He revels in the days you have off from work meaning more time to lounge around with him on the couch, watching whatever horror films he puts on. The whole time, he has his head on your lap, allowing you the chance to touch him as you wish. If you're outside, Sukuna loves to drag you into his pool to play and later nuzzles his way into your neck as the sun dries you both off.

☆ TigerHybrid!Sukuna who fully accepts how touchy he's become, going so far as to pin you down with his full weight every night in bed. You've never once complained about sharing with him ─ even in this small home ─ and he's glad because your scent is simply too irresistible to pass up. "So sweet," he'll murmur into your skin as he makes himself comfortable. The same can be said of you whenever you're occupying his sweatshirts.

☆ TigerHybrid!Sukuna who wants nothing more now than to claim you as his mate. It's only right given how well you treat him ─ like he's the king of the world. And what better way to return the favor than by making you his queen?

☆ TigerHybrid!Sukuna who becomes brazen with his touches, even nibbling at your neck between kitten licks. Oh, how happy it makes him that you don't even try to paw him away. No, instead you giggle, and it's like angels are singing in his ears. Sukuna loves it when you're home and at his side, so much so that you've heard his lonely growls through the door before returning, only for him to be chuffing and purring, embracing you moments later with complaints about how you need to quit your job already. "I can take care of us both, you know that, right?"

☆ TigerHybrid!Sukuna who throws a fit when you come home one day, dirtied with the stench of other dangerous hybrids. Don't you know that you're his? Sukuna's scent being all over you should be a warning enough to other suitors to back off from his mate. It doesn't matter to him that your career centers around helping others; he's the only one you should worry over.

☆ TigerHybrid!Sukuna who circles you the next time it happens like a normal tiger would, growling all kinds of curses. His tail swishes angrily from side to side, ears pointed flat like an airplane. How dare your work keep getting in the way of your time with him, covering your sweet smell up with the odors of other wretched beings. You end up sitting down ─ a subtle submission that makes him soften. You go on to tell him such kind, gentle words like you always do to calm him down.

He doesn't stray far from your side that night.

☆ TigerHybrid!Sukuna who sees red when he overhears you on the phone, talking about moving Sukuna somewhere else. Was everything you told him earlier simply a lie? You ─ his own mate ─ dares to be rid of him like his other servants? He won't let it happen again.

☆ TigerHybrid!Sukuna who after confronting you quickly finds out the truth ─ that you had been thinking of moving Sukuna just so you wouldn't have to worry about the construction crew that's coming to expand his kingdom here with you. You want your house to feel like a home to Sukuna, one where he has all the space needed for his permanent residency. That way, if he ever brings Yuji or Uraume over, he can do so without fear of it being too cramped.

☆ TigerHybrid!Sukuna who finally claims you as his beloved queen that very night.

It's a night like any other, with you sprawled out on the bed, Sukuna caging you against his especially warm body. Only this time, your clothes are nothing but shreds on the floor, and your tiger is still buried deep in your oh so sweet cunt ─ one of the many praises he's given you so far.

His breath is heavy against your neck, lips kissing along all the freshly bloomed marks; evidence of his claim of you. His arms are wrapped tightly around your waist offering a solace like nothing else. You can even feel him purring ever so quietly, with the seldom kneading of your flesh in sync to the rhythm of his heart.

After the confrontation, he swooped in with a kiss, eyes desperately looking into yours for approval. You gave it of course, how could you not? You've been pining for Sukuna since the day you found him abandoned by his old roommate. You chose to invite him home with you, not because of pity or attraction, but something more primal in your nature. A pure-hearted desire to help.

You knew right away he was a tiger hybrid given the ears and the obvious tail. Sukuna always embraced that side of him without fear, even adorning his skin with faux stripes made with the darkest of inks. His confidence and strength is admirable, and you've never felt more safe than at his side.

For you, it was love at first sight.

And now you know the same can be said for him, for how he feels for you.

"You're so good to me; I need you to be mine," he purrs, kissing you all along your neck as he pushes his way into you for the first time.

"S'kuna," you moan, raking your nails down his back from the aching stretch, giving him a fresh set of red-inked stripes, all of your own doing.

"That's it ─ keep saying my name with those beautiful lips of yours, my queen." His praise makes quick work of helping you achieve the first of many orgasms to come.

Sukuna's body stills, letting you ride out your high as you continue your song of his name. He leans forward, kissing you with a gentleness like no other, even with his tongue invading your mouth. The taste of you alone is enough to unravel him if he's not careful.

"I'm gonna fill you up every night if I have to," he growls, lifting your body up off the bed and into his body. He then starts chasing his own impending release, grunting into your flesh. "Gotta make it clear who you belong to; I don't want anyone so much as breathing in your direction when I'm done here."

He feels you clench him like a vice, making his motions more difficult, but all the more pleasurable.

"You like that, don't you?" he snickers, mocking you with that devilish smirk on his face. He licks a stripe up the back of your neck before biting down hard ─ drawing blood around his sharpened fangs.

You gasp, but the pain is easily masked by the feeling of his cock kissing your sweet, spongy spot over and over. Sounds of his growls, your moans, and all the wetness in between is all that can be heard as he spills out inside you, coating your walls in alabaster ink.

"That's my queen, so good for me." Sukuna can't help the whimpering noise that escapes his lips. Nothing in this world can compare to what you do to him. After all...

"This sweet pussy was made for me, and only me."

"What are you thinking about?" Sukuna's words draw you back to the now as he pushes himself impossibly closer. A low groan leaves you, making his tail twitch again with eagerness.

"You," you reply, turning your head enough to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

He loves that.

Sukuna loves how much you put up with his antics, his temper, his everything, and still, you show him nothing but the sweetness in your soul. He loves the smile you're always showing him, even when you're begging him for more with drool spilling from the sides of your mouth. And most of all, he loves you.

"How'd I get so lucky finding you?"

"I should be the one saying that," you tease. Really, it was a chance meeting where the stars aligned perfectly. Like a red string pulling the two of you closer. "If it weren't for my work sending me to the wrong address, we might not have ever met."

That thought makes you sink deeper into his touch.

"Ugh, don't remind me," he sighs, tightening his hold possessively around you. "You should really quit that place already. What more do you need than me?"

You chuckle at his words and his disdain for your occupation. Sukuna likes to believe he would've found you at some point anyways ─ that sweet smell of yours forever luring him in. It's a miracle he got to you first, because now he'll be with you forever.

"You're not the only hybrid out there struggling to find a place or get the care they need," you tell him while drawing shapes on his arm. "But you're the only one who has my heart."

He rolls himself onto you, pushing you deeper into the pillows. His hands once again moving to ground him to your body. "Then I'll make sure the world knows, and every hybrid in it," he whispers into your ear. "You won't ever leave this house without the marks to prove it."

"Please." Your eyes flutter shut, feeling how hard he is again from within yourself. There's nothing you want more than this ─ more than Sukuna, your king, love, and everything in between.

"You're my mate ─ my queen," he says, delivering his ruling with a kiss to your lips, another bite to your neck. "In this life and every one after, my sweet love."

[yuma-mukami-garden-god]

How would the boys react to a Virgin S/O scared of having sex?

Sakamaki Brothers

Shu

He raises an eyebrow at your fear but doesn’t push you.

“Hmph… figures. This world screws people up early.”

He’d lie beside you, fingers brushing your skin in a way that’s comforting, not sexual.

“I don’t care if you never want to. Just… stay close. That’s enough for me.”

But if you do ever open up to it? He’ll take things slow, lazy, and deeply sensual—letting you guide everything.

Reiji

He believes in control and composure, so your fear intrigues him.

“I see. So you are… untouched.”

If it’s genuine fear, not just modesty, he backs off—but with a plan.

“We’ll begin with trust. Not acts.”

He’ll earn your submission through rituals of routine and obedience. When you're ready, he'll make it ceremonial, intense—but only once you're mentally and emotionally prepared.

No one else will ever have you, and he likes it that way.

Ayato

“Wha—Chichinashi, are you serious?”

At first, he teases, not realizing how scared you really are.

But when he sees your panic, his eyes soften.

“…Tch. Fine. I won’t touch you. Idiot.”

It’s hard for him, but he backs off.

Still, the possessive part of him likes that you’re untouched.

“You’re mine. No one else ever got you. That’s enough for me… for now.”

Kanato

Kanato is extremely volatile, especially around intimacy.

When he learns you’re scared, he freaks out at first.

“Are you saying you don’t love me?! You don’t want to belong to me?!”

But if you cry and explain, he softens.

“You… don’t have to. Just sleep beside me. I’ll protect you. Don’t leave me.”

He’ll cling to you in his bed, whispering childish lullabies instead of demanding more. He likes you as a pure doll—but he also wants you, so the tension stays.

Laito

“Ohhh~ Bitch-chan… a scared little virgin?”

He thrives on power dynamics, so this is catnip to him—but he won’t act on it if you’re afraid.

He’ll flirt, tease, and stroke your skin just to get your heart racing. But if you panic? He stops immediately.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Not unless you beg me to.”

If you ever say you're ready, he’ll make it playful and slow—but the moment you say no, everything halts.

Underneath it all, he wants your trust more than your body.

Subaru

This hits his insecurities hard.

“Y-You’re scared of me?!”

He panics, thinking he’s the reason. He’ll avoid eye contact and beat himself up about it.

“…It’s fine. We don’t have to. Ever. Just let me hold you, okay?”

When you tell him you just need time, he melts.

“Thank god… I thought I ruined everything.”

He’ll cuddle you under his jacket like you're a precious porcelain thing, blushing every time your hands brush.

Mukami Brothers

Ruki

Ruki immediately backs off.

“So you are afraid of intimacy… interesting.”

He respects you enough to wait, but also views your innocence as something to cultivate.

“Do not fear me, Livestock. Let me educate you—emotionally, first.”

He’ll slowly break down your walls through acts of tenderness. The moment you do give consent, he’ll take it as a sign that you are fully his—mind, body, and soul.

“You are mine. And I will be your first… and last.”

Kou

“Aww~ my poor little kitten’s scared?”

Kou masks his feelings behind teasing, but when he realizes you’re genuinely scared, his act falters.

“…Tch. Fine. No cameras, no touching. Just cuddles, okay?”

He wants to be your safe space, not your nightmare.

He spoils you, distracts you with gifts, and lets you lead.

But the thought of being your first gets under his skin—in a possessive way.

“I’ll wait. But when it happens, no one else gets that memory but me.”

Yuma

Yuma respects strength and survival—and fear? That makes him gentler.

“Oh, Seedling… you ain’t ready, huh?”

He cradles your face and kisses your forehead.

“Sex ain’t the only way I can love ya. You tell me when. Not before.”

He’ll distract you with gardening, sparring, meals. Build trust until you’re secure enough to even think about intimacy.

And if you never are? That’s fine too.

“You’re still mine, scared or not.”

Azusa

Azusa is incredibly tender about it.

“You’re scared… like me…”

He doesn’t push, ever. He asks permission before hugging you.

“I’ll wait. Even if it hurts… even if it’s forever.”

He’ll trace patterns on your arm, whispering how beautiful you are—not for your body, but for your soul.

If you cry from fear? He’ll cry with you.

“No pain… unless you want it. No touch… unless you ask.”

He’ll never let anyone else touch you either.

Tsukinami Brothers + Karlheinz + Richter

Shin

He tries to laugh it off.

“You? Scared? What are you, twelve?”

But when he realizes you’re actually terrified, he stops cold.

“…Shit. Sorry.”

He pulls you into his arms and rubs your back awkwardly.

“Fine. We’ll wait. But don’t expect me to stop wanting you.”

He sulks a little, but fiercely defends your comfort and boundaries.

The day you’re ready? He’ll be cocky but incredibly tender.

“Now you’re mine in every way.”

Carla

He’s stoic, but perceptive.

“I see. Fear has rooted itself in you.”

He won’t force anything. Royalty doesn’t need to prove dominance that way.

He’ll wait in eerie silence, watching your reactions, slowly learning how to soothe you.

“You will come to me willingly—or not at all. Either is acceptable.”

But deep down, he likes that no one has tainted you.

“You are untouched. Let me be the first… when you are no longer afraid.”

Kino

Kino makes inappropriate jokes.

“A virgin, huh? What is this, the Middle Ages?”

But when he realizes you’re scared, his smirk fades.

“Okay, okay… chill. I’m not that big of an asshole.”

He’ll distract you with games, manga, teasing—but no pressure.

“I’ll be your first player. When you’re ready to hit start.”

Karlheinz

He finds your innocence divine.

“Ah… so fragile. So untouched by sin.”

He’s strangely gentle, like you’re a sacred creature.

“If you fear the act, then I shall not stain you with it… unless you beg.”

He might use manipulation to slowly make you crave closeness, but he’d never outright force you.

“Your fear will become fascination. In time.”

Richter

“Oh… how pure you are…”

He savors it—too much.

He might tease and tempt, but he’d respect your fear—if only because breaking that wall later is more satisfying to him.

He speaks like a devil in confession.

“When the day comes, little dove… I’ll ruin you beautifully.”

But only when you ask him to.

[archangeldyke-all]

okay i’ve seen people talk about werewolf sevika but what about werecat sevika like she gives off such cat vibes she’s an introvert who so would love sitting by her window or on her porch watching things also i’ve always headcanoned that she literally purrs when you scratch her head so werecat sev just makes sense to me

YES i fucking LOVE THIS

this is what i think sevika would look like in cat form btw hehehehehe (send me cats u think sevika would look like too! i want to see all ur ideas)

men and minors dni

it all starts with a loose lab-cat. singed had pumped the thing with shimmer and underestimated its strength. he returned to the lab the next morning to a broken glass cage, quickly followed by hissing and hollering coming from the bar.

sevika stepped on the cat's tail where it had been sleeping beneath a table. in return, the cat sunk it's claws into sevika's calf-- four deep scratches running down her leg-- dripping half blood red, half shimmer pink.

singed told her she'd be okay.

he told her to go home and sleep it off and that she'd be fine.

singed is a fucking liar.

the next full moon, sevika turns into a cat.

not a panther, or a lion, or a fucking tiger or something cool. a fucking house cat. and a tiny one too.

she didn't tell anyone. who could she tell? singed would just try to strap her to a lab table and start experimenting on her. silco would probably just laugh. jinx might be her best bet if she wanted answers, but she fears that jinx would do something horrible like pet her or something.

so she just... deals with it.

the more full moons that pass, the more used to it she gets, and the more she can transform herself at will without the moon's powers.

she kinda likes being a cat. it's useful as fuck in the undercity, with all it's steep walls and drop-offs. it gives her crystal clear vision, even in the deepest darkest streets; it gives her great instincts, even in her human form, and...

there's nothing quite like finding a stray beam of sun and curling up for a few minutes to snooze on a peaceful day. both in her human and cat form.

which is how she meets you.

you live on a high floor of a big apartment building in the lanes. it's miserable climbing up and down the stairs multiple times a day, but the nice thing about it is you're high up enough to get some direct sunlight in your home for a good few hours a day.

you don't have a cat-- your landlord would kill you. but you keep a two little pots of catnip and catgrass growing on your fire-escape, a little tin of water and some tuna or chicken when you've got scraps to spare.

you've got a few cats that come to visit you a few times a week, all varying levels of friendly.

the white stray visits every afternoon to snack on your plants, sometimes bringing a skinny orange friend along with her. you let them be, watching fondly through the window as they groom each other.

there's a fat tuxedo cat that you know has an owner somewhere in the neighborhood, that seems to know when you set out food scraps-- always there in a flash to gobble them up. he's friendly as hell, meowing incessantly at your window until you open it up for him and let him come in to get pets for a few hours before returning home for dinner.

there's a new litter of calico kittens you've caught sight of. you think there's five or six separate kitties, but you can never keep track because they grow so and change so much between your sightings of them.

and then there's your newest visitor.

she's a unique cat, silver eyes, only three legs, her left front leg missing completely. there's blue scratches running down her left side, shimmering in the sun when the wind blows her fur away enough for you to see them.

and she doesn't eat any of your plants, or drink any of your water. most of the time, you come home and find her sleeping in a ray of sun. and every time when she wakes up and realizes you're home, the cat will jump up on your windowsill and simply watch you; her tail twitching occasionally in the wind, purring loud enough for you to hear through the little window as her silver eyes follow your every movement inside.

.....

sevika's fucked.

she's so, so, so fucked.

she's been fucking stabbed, twice, and she's loosing blood so quickly that she's starting to see spots.

the men who stabbed her are chasing her, and she's leaving a trail of blood right to herself. no matter how fast she runs, she's not going to lose them.

she's so woozy that she almost forgets that she's got fucking magical powers. she ducks into an alley and quickly transforms, before sprinting away. that takes care of those idiots beating her to death-- but it doesn't change the fact that sevika's dying.

she doesn't know where to go.

the last drop is way too far for her to get there before she bleeds out. she's got no friends in this neighborhood-- and people down here don't have the spare time, money, or sympathy for a dying street cat.

wait.

she knows someone who likes street cats.

someone sweet, and pretty, and always smiling and talking to her like she can speak human language. she can, but she knows your other cat visitors can't-- and it just makes her like you all the more- - the idea of you talking to some clueless cat, just like you talk to her.

she makes it to your fire escape just before her three legs give out.

and while her vision starts to fade completely, the clouds overhead move and a beam of sun shines down on her, the smell of your cat plants wafting over her as the wind blows.

well, sevika supposes. if i'm gonna die i guess this is the nicest place to do it.

you come home and find a dead woman on your fire escape... which isn't a total surprise in this neighborhood.

it's only when you go out to prod at her that you get really freaked out-- because she's not dead, just barely breathing.

you scramble to pull the woman inside your apartment, spreading her out on your bed and nearly throwing up at the sight of two deep stab wounds in her sides.

you've got some shimmer stored in your medicine cabinet in case of emergencies, and you quickly slide the liquid down her throat before scrambling to find something to stitch her side together with.

you aren't sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing when she starts blinking awake, groaning in pain and weakly trying to shove you away from her wounds.

"hey hey hey, wake up." you say, shaking her shoulders. she grunts and scrunches her face up. when her eyes blink open, your stomach twists.

you've never seen eyes that silver besides on the cat that comes to visit you. they're different on a person. much more attractive.

"uh..." you say, trailing off for a second suddenly realizing that the woman beneath you is very naked. and now that you're looking at her, the blue scars on her left side seem awfully familiar. you clear your throat. "uh, wake up." you say again, gently smacking her cheek.

she gasps awake when you start stitching up her second wound. "fuck!" she shouts. and then, she seems to process where she is. "fuck." she says.

you gulp. "uh, i'll get you a blanket." you offer.

sevika nods numbly as you-- the woman she's been shamelessly peeping on for the past year-- stumble out of your bedroom.

"i thought you were dead, honestly, and then you started moving and i got really freaked out. gave you some shimmer-- i hope you don't mind." you ramble as you walk back into your room, throwing a blanket over sevika. "is there anyone i should call for or...?"

"you're even prettier up close." she says. then she cringes.

fuck she didn't mean to say that. it must be the blood loss. and the shimmer. and your pretty eyes.

"uh..." sevika watches as you start to back away like you're scared, and she huffs before she gathers all her energy and transforms into her cat form. "what the fuck?!" you squawk as the woman in front of you disappears in thin air.

and then, a little lump under the covers starts to move.

and the three legged silver eyed cat comes crawling out, two new wounds on her side.

"what the fuck?" you ask, immedietly reaching forward to pet the cat in front of you. you don't consider that the cat is a woman-- it's your natural instinct-- you see a cat, you pet it.

but then the woman's back and your hand is in her hair and she's blushing all the way down to her tits which you can see because she's still naked.

"wha--"

"i'm sevika."

"hi, sevika." you giggle, slightly hysterical. sevika's blush gets even darker. "i'm--"

"i know." she cuts you off, then bites her lip in embarrassment and presses her head harder against your hand, like she's a cat. well, you suppose she kinda is. "i... sorry for stumbling into your life like this. i thought if i died as a cat i died in real life." sevika shrugs. "guess the whole nine lives thing is true, though."

"i don't--"

"i can leave, if you give me a pair of sweats or someth--"

"no!" you squeak. sevika smiles, and now you're embarrassed. "i-i mean... you're injured. you should stay until you're better..." sevika raises an eyebrow at you. "plus... you're kinda cute."

she grins. "as a cat or...?"

"fuck off." you giggle, crawling into bed beside her. "you've fucking... been watching me for a year! it's only fair i get to interrogate you, too, you creep."

"i-i'm not a creep!"

"you've seen me naked!"

"you didn't seem to mind at the time..." sevika pouts.

you can't believe how ridiculous this whole fucking situation is. sevika's blood drying into your mattress underneath the pair of you, but her skin is becoming more vibrant as the shimmer works through her system, flashes of pink sparkling in her silver eyes. she's practically purring as you scratch her scalp. you burst into laughter, and sevika grins up at you.

when you finally catch your breath, you shake your head and look down at the only sorta-stranger beneath you. "so, what are you... a werecat, or something?"

sevika groans before bursting into laughter with you.

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[pomegranatelifethis]

A Rooftop Adventure With You

It was a cool evening on the rooftops of Paris, and you were spending time with Chat Noir. Hanging out with him was always fun—his jokes, that overly confident charm, and the way he kept calling you mon trésor (my treasure)...

But tonight, things took an unexpected turn.

It all started with the appearance of that strange akuma, “The Botanist.” They released a green cloud of dust, and just as you shouted, “Chat, watch out!” he jumped straight into the center of it. It didn’t take long for you to realize it was catnip, because Chat Noir’s eyes suddenly sparkled and a huge, goofy grin spread across his face.

“This… this smell… did you smell it too?” he asked, turning to you with a wink.

You stared in disbelief. “Chat, focus! The akuma is still here!”

But he was already in another dimension.

First, he dropped to the ground and started stroking his tail with awe. “This tail… it’s incredible. Wanna touch it?” he asked, holding it out to you.

You tried hard not to laugh, but his adorably ridiculous state was impossible to resist. “Alright, just once,” you said, reaching out. The tail was ridiculously soft, but Chat’s reaction was even funnier.

“Right?! Fluffy McFluffface is amazing!” he shouted with pure joy.

Then suddenly, he jumped up and dashed to the edge of the rooftop. He’d spotted a pigeon flying below, and with his claws ready, he yelled, “Come here, I’ll catch you!” as if it were his sworn enemy.

You chased after him. “Chat, stop! You’re gonna fall!” But he didn’t hear you. He was doing flips across the rooftops, chasing some invisible prey like an overexcited kitten. At one point, he pulled out his baton and started playing with it, chasing one end, then pouncing on the other.

“This stick… it must meet you!” he declared, dramatically swinging it in your direction.

The funniest moment came when he flopped onto the ground and began rolling around on his back.

“Paris rooftops are too hard. We should cover them in catnip… don’t you think?” he said, laughing as he looked at you.

You sat beside him, smiling. “Yeah, but maybe we deal with the akuma first?”

Chat suddenly seemed serious for a second, then turned to you and said sweetly,

“I’d handle anything with you, mon trésor.”

Then he pulled you into a big hug. Even mixed with catnip, he still smelled like the Chat you knew.

With your help, the akuma was eventually purified and peace was restored. When the effects of the catnip wore off, Chat came back to his senses—and turned beet red once he remembered what had happened.

“Did I really… chase a pigeon? And let you pet my tail?” he asked, covering his face with his hands.

You laughed, “Yup. And you were very attached to Fluffy McFluffface.”

He paused, then gave you a lopsided grin. “Well… at least I made you laugh, right?”

From that day on, whenever you met on a rooftop, you’d tease him about the catnip. And every single time, Chat would groan, “Please, let’s never speak of that again, mon trésor!” But the mischievous twinkle in his eyes? That never really went away.

[jarenka]

(modern AU obikin still steadily eats my brain)

So, they meet for the first time irl after months of sexting in the chat and it's... a bit awkward. They decided to meet on embankment to walk along the coast and then have dinner together somewhere.

Obi-Wan is looking for his little kitten, only to find out that little kitten not so little, he is actually taller than Obi-Wan and wears camouflage pants and a baseball cap.

In the same time Obi-Wan completely aligns with Anakin's expectations of him. He is very handsome and has this air of authority around him that for Anakin is like a catnip for cat.

[newtonsheffield]

In the tinder AU, is Anthony already cat dad to Templeton?

If so, how long until Templeton and Newton are wearing matching sweaters?

I think Anthony gets Templeton soon after he and Kate start dating and Kate’s never considered herself much of a cat person but there she is, cooing over Anthony and a tiny black and white kitten that he found on the street.

“You know, this would be a great picture for your tinder profile.”

Anthony was sitting on the floor with a saucer of kitten milk smiling down at the kitten that he’d already stopped pretending he wasn’t going to keep.

“Women love men who defend tiny kittens.”

Anthony scoffed, “I deleted Tinder weeks ago.”

Kate felt her heart stutter. She hadn’t opened the app in weeks either, but they hadn’t had that conversation yet. And she’d been scared to ask.

“Oh, right.”

Anthony looked up at her, helping the tiny kitten scramble into his lap to continue drinking. “I mean… I don’t feel the need to look for anything outside of us. Do you?”

Kate cleared her throat, “No. Yeah, no. I haven’t even thought about it.”

Anthony sighed, “And it’s just as well you’ve made me your boyfriend. Because I’d be irresistible with this little guy. Catnip to women.”

Kate rolled her eyes, “I didn’t say catnip.”

“It was implied.”

“I feel like it wasn’t.”

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

I was reading through Cat Stan shorts again and when I got to the catnip chapter I started having Thoughts. Is Bill Wins Stan still affected by catnip? If he is, I can't help but think about him going to a pet store for something and getting distracted by the little catnip plants they have on display. And then he gets banned after the workers catch him eating catnip in a corner of the store

Oh Absolutely is Bill Wins Stan affected by catnip. They have to drag Stan away from the petshop (and by they i mean Ford, who is never far from Stan at any given moment). Stan makes it his mission to get some good cat drugs, as it doesn't last long and doesn't have long term negative side effects as far as he's aware. The pet store has already banned him, as he just wanders in and steals copious amounts of cat treats constantly.

Manages to nab some and grows it in the back yard, and the moment it starts growing Carla walks back to find him face first in the patch, purring up a storm while Ford sits nearby with a book and some coffee, just happy that Stan's happy. Its an endless cycle of no one being quite sure if this is a habit they should encourage, while Stan uses kitten eyes to make Ford be on his side of the argument.

[peanutheaddd]

Do you think Dogman would google smth like "how to make cat happy" for Petey? Like to make a gift or give him anything, ended up with bunch of toys with catnip/fucking bouquet of catnip

ABSOFUCKING LUTELY!!!!!!!! im the #1 proponent of the dog man is an avid reader headcanon (it lit has canon backing so… heh) and i like to think that whenever he doesnt know something he goes out and buys a book abt it . i imagine teh more time he spends w the peteys (awwwwww) the more books he buys abt cat cultures and behaviors and whatnot js so he understands whats going on w them . he probs has a whole shelf for it at some point . i 100% believe that he got a book for kitten care on day 1 of taking in lil petey . guy who loves his family ?