Hm... Cat hybrid would totally ask to do catnip off Reader's tits.
They definitely would- Reader's tits are the only support they need in life. Dragging my model cat boy, Saber, out of the closet - just imagining him crawling into his makeup room and onto his bodyguard's lap after a hectic photoshoot - pleading for the comfort only their fat tits and a little catnip can provide. Werewolf Bodyguard has already been established to do nearly anything as long as they're paid well enough so they're willing to let him have his fun. They'll be occupied with their phone and counting the weeks pay while catboy has his face buried in their chest - high off his ass.
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"Ugh.....what a day...If only I had something to take my mind off it all."
Waiting eyes stalk your position - soft fur tickling the inner flesh of your thighs as your boss fishes for your attention in the most obvious fashion imaginable. He taps the top buttons of your shirt with a claw, teasing his fingers through the gap. His lips pucker in a sad little pout as his tail continues to brush up and down your legs. You knew how much he hated to ask for things, but sometimes you'd wished he'd be more upfront with what he wanted - got you paid a whole lot faster and him whatever he desired within range.
"Get on with it."
"I knew you'd understand~"
Saber purrs - throwing kisses at your neck and collar as he reaches for the little baggie hidden beneath the couch cushions. He makes quick work of unbuttoning your shirt - tearing a few of them off in the process. You've got spares, but it's getting pretty hard to explain to others why you're wearing a different shirt after being alone with your employer for a couple hours. Saber sprinkles some of the grass on your chest, squishing your tits together with his hands as he pants his face between them, eagerly lapping at your skin with his tongue. His wrist fall into to your hands - a silent indicator to hold onto him as the catnip takes effect. Wouldn't want you to get scratched again. He swears he's sorry for the last time it happened, but you both know he relishes having that small claim on you.
Saber's purrs rumble against your skin as he bites, licks, and drools all over you. What was even the point of the catnip when he barely had a taste of it? He seemed more invested in everywhere but- testing the waters to see how long you'd humor him before he had to pull away. The couch was moderately comfortable and you didn't mind staying put for what's basically free money so there's really no harm in letting your boss unwind in the best way possible for as long as he wanted until you were off the clock.
EVERYBODY MEET SUNLITH - my new Beam Saber campaign character!! 🐬
he’s an ‘uplifted’ dolphin, meaning a genetically modified version of his species made more suitable for space travel and technological adaptation.
before enlisting as a frame (mech) pilot, Sunlith worked as a xenobiologist on Europa and studied alien lifeforms there while overseeing the moon’s mining operations. he gets around on land using an exopod filled with hyper-oxygenated fluid:
when not out grappling with the horros of war, Sunlith enjoys cephalopods, cymatic artwork, and ethically dubious psychic emotional manipulation. ✨
turn around and expressions of my beam saber pilot cyril
my maraschino cherry...cyril is a freaky saint clone from the priory, who ran away while stealing one of the mechs. these were fun and interesting to develop in a more animation friendly style.