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mysicklove · 7 months

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𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

DAY 15: HYBRIDS

With: Megumi Fushiguro

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Sub + cat hybrid! Megumi, AFAB + owner! reader but no pronouns, reader is implied to be smaller than him, vaginal penetration, creampie, slight breeding kink, birthcontrol mentioned and used, purring/licking/mewling, he calls you his "mate" and u tease him bout it, needy megumi,

A/N: i had alot of fun with this one tbh. but also I usually write gn! reader, so dealing with readers pleasure is so hard to write about lol. i am so used to only catering to what feels good to the character.

Owning a cat was way easier than you thought it was going to be. Well, at least owning a cat hybrid was. Megumi, your adorable, slightly temperamental, and moody black cat has been living with you for about five years now, and you love him desperately.

He stays at home while you go off to work each day, but he never complains, instead just sleeps the day away. In fact, you tried introducing him to the neighbor’s hybrid, a lab named Yuuji as a playmate, but he blatantly refused, growing annoyed almost immediately at how upbeat the dog was. Megumi preferred silence, sunbathing, sleeping, and your full attention. He was okay being at home alone until you got back.

He currently lays on the carpet, curling up in the warmth of the light, and dozing off when he hears the sound of your keys working their way into the hole. His ears dart toward the noise, and a smile creeps up his face, but his eyes remain shut, and he pretends to be asleep.

You open the door and sigh, eyes darting around the apartment to find your cat. When you catch him on the floor sleeping, you smile, shutting the door behind you and setting your stuff down on the counter. You make your way over him, dropping to your knees, and then finally laying down next to him.

You stare at his relaxed, content face, and begin to reach out to touch him affectionately. He grabs your hand before you make contact with his skin, and pulls it forward, pulling you into his chest. Then he wraps his arms around your boddy, intertwines the two of your legs, and nuzzles his face on top of your head, purring gently.

“Hi Megumi,” You mumble against his chest. “You are so warm.”

He nods, tail swinging behind him. “Been in the sun all day,” He breathes, and you hum, curling up against him. “...Missed you,” Megumi whispers lowly, still rubbing his cheek against your head.

You chuckle at him. “Oh whose this? My Megumi would never say something so sappy,” You tease, pulling away to look up at him.

He pouts, ears falling flat on his head as he rolls his eyes. “Am I not allowed to miss my mate?” He complains, but licks a stripe up your hair, still purring.

You groan when you feel his inhumane tongue lick your face. “Hey, stop it. No grooming, humans don’t do this.” You try to push him away, but he ignores you, wrapping his arms tighter around you and pulling you closer.

His purrs grow louder when you finally give up, and you watch his tail swing back and forth from behind him. He licks at your face, and then your hair, and finally your neck. You shiver slightly, still not used to the attention even after all these years. “You stink,” Megumi mumbles into your neck, using his tongue to wipe away some of the gross scents that clung to you.

“You want me to take a shower?”

He grips you harder, shaking his head into your skin. You feel his crotch press into your backside, and you raise your eyebrows, but don’t say anything. “S’fine. I don't like it when my mate smells like other men though.” He rubs his neck onto any surface he can, scent marking you as his.

You roll your eyes, but smile. He was being strangely affectionate today. Usually, it was you who has to initiate physical contact and doting words. “Just coworkers, possessive cat. What’s got you all worked up today?”

His hips move closer to yours, beginning to grind himself on you. “Wanna do it,” he whispers, so low that you could barely hear him. His cheeks pinken, but you can't see them, so you cant tease him about it.

You move your hips backward, meeting him halfway. He lets out an airy breath onto the back of your neck, and you shiver at the feeling. “Yeah? You haven’t been thinking about it all day, have you?”

He feels his cheeks begin to burn. “Shut up.” A definite yes. His semi-hard cock continues to grind on your clothes, and you sigh at the feeling. You quickly manevour yourself to turn to look at him, and he pouts slightly, ears drooping, from the loss of stimulation. You roll your eyes with a grin, and tug at his pants. “Right now? H-Here?” He stutters, but helps you pull down his pants, obviously not too against the idea.

“Don’t get so nervous on me now. What happened to my brave cat who was basically grinding himself on me just a couple seconds ago?” You tease, kissing at his neck and pulling a small mewl from him. He gulps, baring his neck slightly to let you plant more kisses on it. He grips onto the back of your head with shaky hands, encouraging the action.

You slip your hands into his boxers and he gasps, mouth hanging slightly open and eyes squeezing shut from the attention. You pull it out, and then proceed to pull your pants down. “Hurry,” He demands, tilting your head up to kiss you.

It's a desperate sort of kiss, both of his hands cup your face and bring you impossibly closer to him. It makes it harder to remove your clothing, and you can feel him begin to grind onto your stomach.

You are forced to pull away to unbutton your pants, and he whines in complaint. “Such a spoiled brat,” You tease affectionately, “Cant go one minute without being touched? Are all kitties this needy?”

He looks away from you, pouting again, but you just giggle and kiss his jaw, finally removing your panties. “Don’t know. Don’t wanna think bout it. Do you not like when I am needy?”

He holds back a smug smile, knowing that this will definitely give him brownie points. He is right of course, because the next second you are littering his face and neck with kisses, while he purrs, soaking all the attention up. “Of course not. You are so cute needy.”

He nods, smart enough to know that an argument will break out if he doesn't. So he smiles contently, melting under you and your soft touches. Finally, you grab his cock and press it against your entrance. Megumis mouth waters at the feeling, the warm welcoming sensation of your folds.

“Do you…uh…Don't you need to be prepp–oh fuck,” He groans, throwing his head back as you sink onto his cock without much hesitation. You sigh into his chest, adjusting to his length — he was slightly bigger than adverage, and every time you take it, it always feels like a stretch, but it was an addicting sensation.

The two of you turn to where he lays on his back, and you on top of him, chest to chest. He grabs at your hips, hands shaking as he restrains himself from moving you up and down on his length. His eyes are screwed shut and his ears are pinned to his head. “Hey, relax. Why are you so tense? It’s okay for you to move, sweetheart.”

He heaves a sigh of relief, and nods, while you bring your hands up to pet his ears. He leans into the touch, purrs increasing in volume as he lifts your hips up and back down. He repeats the motion a couple of time, pants getting louder and half lidded eyes peering down at you. You in return have your own blush, its softer than his, but definitely noticeable. “I…Can I…Fuck this is so–Can I thrust…into you?”

He fumes red, and he turns his face into the carpet, embarrassed by his lewd words. Even after all this time, he is unbelievably shy, and can never voice what he wants in bed. “So polite! Must of trained you well.” He nods, ears flickering to you at your sweet words. “Of course, kitty. Dont gotta ask, ‘m all yours.”

Immediately he wraps his arms around you, pinning you to his chest, and begins to thrust upward. Your eyes widen slightly at his pace, and the roughness of it all, and you groan into his skin. He moans at the feeling, breath heavy, matching his pace. “Oh fuck. This. This I was–fuckkk—waiting for this all day!”

You pant into his chest, a smile pulling at your lips. “Y-Yeah?” You encourage, and he nods with a hum. Loud slapping of skin on skin fills the room, and his tail reaches up to wrap around your wrist. His cheeks are stained a permanent pink, and his chest rises and falls quickly with every pant.

You managed to shakily reach up to his ears, grabbing the both of them and giving them a small tug. He yelps slightly, back arching, but then moans into the touch. It was cute, he was super temperamental about the black ears. On some days he wanted you to pet and rub them, on others he wanted you to pull and abuse the sensitive areas. Today was the latter.

“Was–Was fucking my hand thinking bout you. Not as good. My mate is so warm,” His voice vibrates with a purr, and you chuckle at him above the lewd noises. It was endearing to watch his body succumb to pleasure. His voice always held a purr, but he still managed to make every human like sound with the addition to the vibration.

Eventually he flips the two of you over, his arms caging you in under him, as he licks and kisses your neck. “Mhmmm. Mine, mine, my mate. Love you. Love you so much,” He chants into your ear, biting at the lobe while continuing to thrust into you at a merciless pace.

“S-So talkative today,” You mumble, gripping onto the carpet at a particularly harsh thrust. Usually, you were the one leading the dirty talk. He whimpers at the words, pressing his entire body on top of yours. He liked to be touching, and as much skin as he could, the better, but of course he would never admit that outloud.

“Dont know why. Just missed you. Fuck I missed you. Why do you leave for so long?” He complains between breaths, his voice holding a dramatic whine to it. He nuzzles his face into your neck, scenting the area while you reach back and scratch his ears. “Why–Why…Hah.. Can’t you stay here with me? Th-Thought you loved me.”

He was being unreasonable and the both of you knew it, but today he was being weirdly sappy and clingy, so you didn’t mind having to reassure him. “Love you so much. You know why.” You feel his teeth graze into your skin, and he probably has his ears pinned back. “Ill try to work from home more, how does that sound?”

He nods, mewling happily to himself. Then he goes back to panting into your skin, licking and biting any surface he can lay his mouth on. You dont try to stop him, knowing if you do, he will probably get all pouty.

“Can I cum? P-Please? Been good, right?” He hasn’t really, other than the sweet words he has let out, he has not be gentle at all. You will probably be stumbling by tomorrow. His pace is desperate, frantic even, that makes you begin to lose your mind.

But he was feeling good, and your thoughts were draining anyways. “Sure, love, I’m c-close too,” You sigh, closing your eyes and pressing your face against the carpet as you begin to feel that tightening feeling build up.

He gulps and nods, kissing your cheek. “Inside? Please?” His words come out as a whisper, obviously hesitant about the question. He has been day dreaming about this for weeks, to finally cum inside you, but never mustered up the courage to ask. Today, he was feeling good, and you seemed to be happy at his behavior, so it was the best time to ask.

Your orgasm hits you out of the blue, and you are left trembling on the floor. Your eyes roll back slightly and you heave, “S’fine Megumi. J-Just cum!” You were on birthcontrol, it was okay just this once. Your thoughts were scrambled from the intensity of your orgasm.

His pace picks up again and you shiver at the feeling, while he lets out low mewls and purrs, happy at your choice. “Im cumming. Thank you, thank you,” He mumbles into your ear, and then latches onto your neck as he shoves himself as deep inside of you as possible, and cums.

He throws his head back and groans, arms trembling. It feels so much better than cumming inside a condom or pulling out. You are so warm, and the idea of the possibility of him breeding you, leaves him shivering with glee. He would never tell you this of course, you would most definitely call him a perv or an animal.

He collapses on top of you, practically glowing, and purring happily from above. He flips the two of you over so that you are back on his chest, peering up at him. His face is damp with sweat, and his cheeks are flushed pink, but he wears a small, content smile.

You feel cum begin to ooze out of you and you groan. “Ugh, now I definitely need a shower.” He cringes at the words, and you laugh. “Can’t believe you hate water, you are such a sterotypical cat.” He frowns, and rolls his eyes, not responding, because you are completely right.

“Aw cmon, mate, dont get all pouty now,” You tease, and his eyes flash to you in an instant. His cheeks turn a vicious red, and he covers his face with his hand,

“...Call me that again,” Megumi whispers, so low that you could barely hear him.

You raise your eyebrows, cocking your head to the side. “My mate?”

He begins to purr again, hands wrapping around your back to pull you up closer to him. He leans in, and hesitantly presses his lips to yours, pulling back slightly to mumble, “'m hard again.”

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 6 months

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Kinktober (18)- Overstimulation

MILF Wanda X Reader 18+

Summary: You and Wanda take advantage of the fact you are home alone without the twins

Warnings/Tags: Overstimulation, Mommy Kink, Mommy Wanda/Sub Reader, Fingering, Oral Sex, Tribbing, Multiple Orgasms, Praise, Degrading

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“Wanda?” you called while walking into the house, tossing your keys onto the side table and taking off your coat, neatly hanging it on a hook before venturing through the house. “Are you home?” Your question is answered when you see her curled up on the couch, book in hand and eyes fixated on the page, dressed in lounge wear suggesting she’s been home for a while now. Feet stop at the door frame as you pause in your tracks, admiring the sight of the woman in front of you, the goddess that you had the privilege of calling your girlfriend.

With quiet steps, you leisurely strolled up to where she was on the sofa, her gaze unwavering from the book making you smile at her concentration. Your fingers plucked the book from her grasp gently, her gaze flickering to yours, the hint of annoyance in her eyes washing away at the sight of you biting your lip in an attempt to hide your smile. A scrap piece of paper on the near table became a bookmark as you marked her page, then moved to straddle her waist, hands gliding across her shoulders and down till they rested on her waist.

“The boys are now at Visions,” you whisper, her raising her eyebrows as you drag out the sentence, “And they’re staying overnight for the Halloween party,” your hands ghost back up her body, moving till your hands were playing with the baby hairs at the back of her neck, “So, that means we have the house all to ourselves.”

“I wonder what we could do…” she purrs out, eyes darkening till the green in her eyes are barely visible, hands moving to your thighs and squeezing the soft flesh. Wanda tilts her head up, your lips now ghosting each other as your gaze flickers between her lust-filled eyes and plump lips.

“I have an idea,” you hum out, one of your hands finding hers and guiding it to your clothed core, “I think my Mommy should fuck me.” A groan escapes her and before you can say even more, you're lifted from the sofa, legs instinctively wrapping around her waist as she carries you to the bedroom.

“You want Mommy to fuck you?” she husks out while pinning you to the bed, her body slotting against yours perfectly, knee pressed against your core making you moan.

“Please,” the plea falls off your lip like second nature, her head tilting to the side in a predatory way before crashing her lips to yours. Her mouth swallows the moan that escapes you, her tongue then sliding into your mouth and dominating the kiss easily, her hands working on unbuttoning your blouse and tearing it off your body.

“My beautiful girl,” her voice sultry as her eyes rake over your body hungrily, tongue wetting her lips subconsciously at the sight of you, “God, I can’t wait to absolutely ruin you,” she murmurs before claiming your lips in a searing kiss, one hand reaching behind your back to impressively unclasp your bra.

“Fuck,” you sinfully moan out, her dirty words making you throb while her knee presses harder against you, hips unabashedly grinding against it. Your head lolls back to the soft mattress under you, her mouth descending down your body eagerly, desperate to please you. Her mouth only briefly lavishes your breasts, tongue swirling expertly around your nipples while her fingers tease and pinch the other, whines and whimpers from you encouraging her to continue her journey down.

“Is this ok?” she mutters, kissing just above the waistband of your jeans, nibbling the skin to leave a faint red mark that will remind you of this night every time you see it.

“If you don’t fuck me right now-” she chuckles at your desperate tone, looking up at you, the intensity of her stare almost enough to make you come on the spot.

“It was a simple yes or no, Detka,” she teases, sliding her finger under the waistband of both your panties and jeans, pulling them and letting them snap back against your skin, hips bucking at the action.

“Yes,” you sigh out wantonly, eyes begging her to just touch you. Luckily for you, she doesn’t decide to tease you anymore and tugs the clothing off your body leaving you fully exposed under her. Her hot breath fans over your core, her hands ghosting down your body till they reached your thighs, spreading your legs open.

“Look how wet you are for Mommy,” a finger swipes through your folds, gathering the abundance of arousal dripping out of you and spreading it around your pussy. “My little slut,” a whimper echoes around the room as her fingers lazily circle your clit, the actions purposely slow and not enough to make you mad with desire.

“Please don’t tease,” you whine out, hands going to her auburn locks and tangling in them, nails softly scratching her scalp. “I just want you to make me come,” her eyes snap to you at your words, mischief and a sinister look flashing across her features.

“You want to come, Detka?” she murmurs almost condescendingly, her slender fingers moving to tease your entrance while you nod, “Don’t worry Moya Lyubov, I’ll make you come.” Before you can question the tone of her words, she slides two fingers into you, a moan ripped from the back of your throat as your grip tightens in her hair. Her mouth finally takes your clit into it, sucking and licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves, her hands holding your legs open as you try to close them on her face.

“Fuck,” the feeling of her tongue swirling around your clit, her long slender digits hitting all the right spots inside you, pressing against your velvety walls made your body squirm under her strong grasp. “Right there, please,” your voice drips with submission as she eats you out like she’s been starved, curling her fingers at your weak spot, legs trembling as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching. “Mommy, I’m gonna come, please!” you practically scream, pleasure washing over your body as you writhe on the bed, moans freely spilling from your lips.

Wanda merely smirks into your core, fingers speeding up as she mercilessly thrusts them into, your vision blurring and mind clouding with only the thought of her. Her tongue flattens against your clit as your hips rut wildly against her face, wanting more, no, needing more from her to make you come again.

Your hands release her hair, gripping the sheets so tightly you think you might rip them as you feel another orgasm wracking through your body. A silent scream makes your mouth part, a low whimper following straight after as she switches her fingers and tongue around.

Wanda’s tongue moves expertly inside you, her groaning at not only the taste of you, but the feeling of your pussy spasming and clenching around her. Her fingers soaked with your arousal circle your clit, hips frantically moving to seek more pleasure but also to move away from her intense touch, body becoming overly sensitive.

“Mommy,” you whimper out, her fingers continue to rub your clit but her tongue sliding out of you, her panting against your core.

“You’re doing so good for Mommy,” she praises, you make a noise of pleasure in response while your cheeks flush, “Come on Detka, take what Mommy’s giving to you.” Your body buzzes with euphoria as her fingers make you come once again, tears building in your eyes at how sensitive you were from coming so many times.

“I can’t,” you choke out a moan, her slowing down her movements and climbing up your body, her hand still working against your core though.

“Can you do one more for me Detka?” she whispers softly, eyes scanning the tears that now run down your cheeks, a proud smile taking over at the sight of your smeared makeup. You only whimper in response, making her remind you of your safe words, “If you need to stop Detka, use your safe words, ok?”

“Ok,” you pant out, eyes widening when she pulls away and swiftly strips herself of her clothes, her naked body making you groan quietly. You throw your head back when you feel her soaking cunt pressed against yours, a breathy sigh leaving her lips as she looks down at you, hands holding your hips.

“You feel so good Detka, you’re making Mommy feel so good,” she moans out, grinding your cores together as you grip onto her hips, body shaking under her. The feeling is overwhelming, your body sensitive but the pain was only mixing with the pleasure sending you into a delirious state of ecstasy.

With how worked up Wanda was from eating you out and how sensitive you were, it didn't take long for her to lean forwards, mouth crashing to yours to muffle the moans that poured from her lips as her hips stuttered against yours. Your orgasms ripped through you at the same time, the room filling with sounds of pleasure as you held onto each other, hips moving in sync as you rode out your aftershocks. Her clit brushed yours once again, the feeling now only painful at how sensitive you were.

“Red,” you whisper against her lips, her moving off you carefully and pulling you into her arms, face buried against the crook of her neck as your body trembles and shakes.

“Good girl for telling me,” she praises, “I’m so proud of you, Mommy’s got you Detka.” She lets your body calm down from the overstimulation, whispering comforting and sweet words into your ear while her hands stroke up and down your back soothingly.

You feel her taking you to the bathroom, gently washing you down with a cloth and being mindful of how sore you would be before cleaning herself and guiding you both back to bed. You snuggled against her warm body, lips pressing against her shoulder in a silent thanks as your body grew tired. Relaxingly, her fingers scratch your scalp, sending you to sleep as she smiles at your peaceful body wrapped in her arms.

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