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My train driver just meowed and said nya on mic... youre not currently working are you?
I only nyaaaaaa on special occasions
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xiaoscarasimp · 8 months
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Cat Boi: H Patch
Minors DNI/SMUT
CW: AFAB! Reader, Cat boi, Scaramouche is his own warning, you call Scara good boy like twice and basically aphrodisiacs
What do we get when someone loves Scara cat boi and has hormones that are out of control because reasons? Good old fashion 2.6k words of smutterino. First time writing smut *hides*
This takes place prob between cat boi 1 and 3 ish (not canon canon but H Patch ^^)
One day, you decided to play a bit of a joke on your cat boy, Scaramouche, by bringing home some catnip. You had read that it has some calming properties for actual cats, so why not try it on your rowdy cat boy? At the pet store, you decided on getting both the dried and the live grass to see which would work better, although you had higher bets on the live. 
You arrive at your house with the cat nip and Scaramouche greets you at the door. Sometimes you swear he's more of a dog boy than cat boy. The cat boy sniffs the bag, and has a puzzled look on his face.
"What is that weird smell?" His nose wrinkles in disgust. "Did you get me some shitty medicine again?" 
"No, no," you laugh. "This is catnip. Apparently, it calms cats down and makes them enter a state similar to when a person gets high, so I was wondering if it'd work on you." 
"Sooo, you're attempting to drug me?" His tail flicked angrily, his eyes had a look of betrayal in them. How dare his precious human attempt to drug him?! 
You shake your head. "I got these in case you wanted to try them. I'm not gonna slip this stuff into the food you know." You ruffle his hair in between the cat ears. 
As you put down the bags from your shopping trip, Scaramouche peaks into the bag with the living catnip in it, and takes another whiff of it, nose still wrinkled in semi disgust, but even though it smells weird, the cat boy almost can't stop sniffing it. It feels like his brain is going to mush; he couldn't stop purring and giggling like a school girl.
"Scara, are you ok in there?" You call from the kitchen as you were prepping tonight's dinner.  "I hear you laughing, and one thing I know about you is when you're laughing, it's never a good sign." 
Scaramouche slinks into the kitchen, face red with blush and eyes glazed over. "Hey, y/n, has anyone ever told you that you hot when you cook?" He slurs out. "Or that you smell really nice? Almost like Citrus. Lemon of course." 
"Well, yeah. I cook fish a lot so I gotta get that smell out somehow. Are you ok?" You start pan frying the steak in seasoned butter and start boiling the water for the rice. Tonight's menu was steak with rice and green beans: simple, easy and effective. 
The cat boy starts giggling again, stumbling through the kitchen to try and hug you while you're cooking. Once he did hug you, you notice that he is radiating body heat like someone who has a fever. 
"Scara, look at me. Are you sure you're ok?" He stares at you, eyes dilated, blush on his face, and tail and ears twitching. His tail starts to make its way to your wrist but you pull away before the cat boy can wrap his tail around your wrist. You make the mistake of looking down and notice a slight bulge in his pants, causing both of you to blush even harder. "So, uh, this is awkward. Did the catnip make you, uh, like…this?" You stammer out, not sure of what to make of the situation. 
"I'm not sure, but all I know right now is that down there hurts and it's tight." Scaramouche shifts his legs, almost trying to help soothe his acting nether regions. 
What would even be the morality of helping your cat boy with the sudden arousal? You got yourself (and him) into this mess, so what's the safest, most ethical way out? The cat boy was easy enough on the eyes, soft dark purple hair which was currently sticking to his forehead, purple eyes that reflected galaxies, and the twitching cat ears which were pressed against his head in embarrassment. 
"Scaramouche Balladeer the Sixth: I want you to be honest with me. Can you willingly consent to possible sexual acts? Will you be ok with me helping you with your problem?" You have a serious look on your face, trying to make sure that you were not taking advantage of him. Using his full name managed to snap him out of his daze for a few moments.
"I don't care what you do, just help me with my damn problem." He snaps back. "You can fuck my brains out for all I care. Just be careful of the tail, it's sensitive."
You chuckle. "Let's eat and clean up first. No, I'm not the meal." You hear a tongue click at that notion.
As you guys eat, you start questioning the cat boy about what he knows, although you can tell his mind is elsewhere, legs rubbing together for any type of relief. Eventually, he says that he wants to try and let his instincts and you guide him through the relief process.
After dinner, while you were cleaning up, you noticed Scaramouche had gone back over to the catnip plant, deeply inhaling its scent; apparently the smell was super addictive. The blush on his face somehow increased further and his tail swished back and forth impatiently. Needless to say, Scaramouche was eager for relief. 
"Scara," you call out. "I'm heading upstairs." As if he was under a spell, he followed you in a daze, sniffing the air. His ears and tail flicked nervously in anticipation. 
Once you two got to the bed room, Scaramouche tackled you onto the bed, rubbing his head on your chest, inhaling your scent. Somehow, it was more addictive than the scent of catnip. The cat boy, lost in his instincts, started rutting against your leg, eager for relief for the warmth in his lower abdomen. 
"Scara, let's get these clothes off, shall we?" You chuckle and Scaramouche looks up at you, eyes demanding why did you stop his release. You start by slipping his black shirt over his head and planting a chaste kiss on his lips. Scaramouche attempts to stick his tongue out at you, but you grab it with your own Tongue, battling for dominance in his mouth. As fate would have it though, you nicked your tongue against his sharp teeth and you pulled back from your assault, both of you panting from the battle. 
“Ha, for someone who has ‘experience’ you sure did fuck up,” the cat boy teased. 
“Hey, it’s not my fault you have sharp teeth,” you scowled. “Now, if you want to try that again be my– mmmfph.” You were cut off by a passionate kiss, this time though, the battle was in your mouth. Tongues swirling around in your mouth had you moaning and heat pooling at your core. Scaramouche was no better, moaning your name in your mouth. 
You cup his face with one hand and roll his nipple between your fingers with the other, causing him to moan even louder. Scaramouche started grinding against your leg again, this time faster, chasing his own pleasure. His tail wrapped itself around the arm that was cupping his face while his hands went to your waist. When you felt like he was getting close to his relief, you push him off. 
“Hey! I was almost there,” The cat boy hisses. 
“I know, but first we have got to get these shorts off you. Maybe you can help me undress as well?” You wink at him. At the mention of undressing you, he immediately starts by lifting your shirt, revealing a black, lacey, pushup bra that makes your chest look even more divine than it usually does. Scaramouche blushes at seeing you nearly topless like this. Sure, he has seen you topless after getting out of the shower or getting dressed in the morning, but this was the first time he’s seen you topless as a woman, and not purely as his master.
“You like what you see?” Your sultry voice made him blush and his dilate even further. The indigo haired cat boy quickly looked away, nose almost bleeding from sheer stimulation. “I’m going to take your shorts off now,” you tell him, and kiss his forehead and Scaramouche nods in agreement, eager to strip everything off to be even closer to you.
As you slide his shorts and underwear over his knees, you can’t help but to notice how hard he actually was, tip flaming red and dripping precum. Even his pants slipping past his cock was enough to make him whimper and almost cum on the spot.  
"Oh, look at you," you croon as you massage the tip between your fingers. You push him back onto the bed, trapping him underneath you. "My fierce, sassy cat boy reduced down to a mewling kit. Tell me: how badly do you want me?" 
It was at this point Scaramouche decided to take his chance and wrap his tail around your hips and pull down your bra to suck on your nipple.
 "Ah-ah-ah," you tut, smacking his hands away from your chest. "Only good cat boys get to play with my breast. Have you been a good boy?" His ear flatten against his head, equal parts shame at becoming noticeably aroused when you called him a good boy and equal parts excitement. 
"I don't care about that shit. Just help me relieve this throbbing pain." He attempts to command you, but it just comes out as a whimper. 
You cock an eyebrow at him and he immediately knew he messed up. Scaramouche, the proud arrogant cat boy with a sword for a tongue, started one thing you never expected him to do: beg 
"I'm sorry y/n. I'll be a good boy. Please relieve this pain. Please-please-please. I need you," He starts babbling, words and prayers spilling over his lips. Poor cat boy was already pussy drunk and he hadn't so much as touched it directly. 
You strip your pants and underwear off and that almost sends Scaramouche over the edge. Unhooking your bra, you allow him to squeeze your breasts gently, causing you to moan a bit louder. As you straddle him again, you lean down and gently nibble his sensitive, furry ears, sending jolts up the cat boy's spine. The wet sounds in his ears were just so exquisite, gasping and moaning even louder. 
"Scaramouche Balladeer the Sixth," you whisper in his ear. "Are you sure you want to have sex with me? We can stop now if you want." The catnip had to be wearing off soon, but Scaramouche was still very much in the mood. He nods, almost unable to get the words out. "Scara, I'm going to need you to use your words, otherwise I will not continue."
"Y-yes master," Scaramouche whines. "Pl-please do something about my leaking cock." 
You lift yourself up slightly and align his weeping cock with your needy hole and lower yourself down gently. Upon entering your folds, the cat boy almost cums on the spot; the stimulation was too much. Scaramouche moans and bites your neck to try and quiet himself, but you lift his face up and crash your lips into his and suck on his bottom lip.
"I'm going to move now," you say into his mouth, to which Scaramouche nods vigorously. As you start grinding on his dick, you feel it throb inside of you, pulsating with anticipation. Your walls tighten and loosen around Scaramouche's cock as you kiss him, throwing both of you into a passionate fury. 
"I-I'm close," you moan. "S-scara it's ok to c-cum inside." You can barely speak through the intense pleasure. As you babble on, you can feel his dick twitch before finally exploding inside you. His tail wraps even tighter around you when the release happens. It wasn't long after you crest the peak of your own orgasm, leaving you both sweaty and panting. Scaramouche's ears were twitching happily, face relaxed like you've never seen it before, and generally at peace with himself. 
"Was that fun?" You ask, still on top of him, dick still inside of you. He sluggishly nods, smiling like he's in a dream. You ruffle his ears and hair and unwrap his tail from around you. As you get off him, the cat boy tries to give you a hug to pull you back down, but Scaramouche's energy was spent, so his hug had no pull. 
You quickly locate the tissues and hand them off to Scaramouche and tell him if he needs help cleaning up to let you know if he wants to take the lazy route, otherwise a shower is the best option.  The cat boy rushes to the shower, cum dripping down his leg. As you clean yourself up, you debate joining him in the shower to wash up before bed. Scaramouche pokes his head out of the bathroom, demanding that you help clean him in the shower.
For some reason, you two can never agree on water temperature. You prefer it to be scolding hot whereas he prefers it to be warm but not hot, which feels cold to your skin. Eventually, you settle on a decent shower temperature, and you start washing his hair.
"Mind the ears," He grumps. Scaramouche is back to his old uptight self again. "Also, don't be so rough; I'm delicate you know."
"Yes, yes, my big strong cat boy and his delicate ears," you muse. "OK, body wash time." You start putting the soap on the wash cloth and as you start scrubbing him down, he yowls.
"Gentle, I said. Gentle!! What part of that don't you understand?!" He was so cute when he scowled, but you weren't going to let him know that. 
"Exfoliation Scara. It's good for the skin. Also, did not think I was that rough." The cat boy glared at you in response. "Good news is, you're clean now." You rinse off the suds and Scaramouche shook his head, almost like a dog, to get the water out of his hair. "H-hey now!" 
The cat boy stuck his tongue out at you and nimbly hopped out of the shower. "Now you can have your hot as hell water to fuck up your skin with." 
Even though Scaramouche was clean, he still hung out in the bathroom, watching you shower with an intense gaze. His ears twitched excitedly. The way the soap slid off your breasts, the way your hands went through your hair when you washed it was all so alluring. He considered himself lucky to have had the experience he did tonight, even if it was fueled by catnip.
After you were done scrubbing yourself, you put on your pajamas. Scaramouche was laying in the bed and had already put on his signature black sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt with a cat on it, which you got purely for the irony. 
You head over to the bed and get in under the covers and could just feel Scaramouche's body heat radiating through the blankets. 
"So, amuse me,"you cock your head in wonder. "Does catnip affect every cat boy like an aphrodisiac or only some? Also, I didn't take advantage of you did I?"
"So, it does have aphrodisiac-like properties on certain cat boys or girls but I was still very much in control. I was not expecting to be hit that hard by it, but I've been wanting to experience you for a long, long time. So, it's  win-win. You got to play a small 'joke' on me and I got to experience your body. Now tell me," He smirks.  "When can we do stuff like that again? And next time: I want to be in control." Scaramouche kisses you before turning away. 
"Ok fine, but remember: I'm the master in all other areas in life." You whisper in his ear, causing it to flick from the simple stimulation of your breath. You pull him in close to cuddle him like a stuffed animal and as much as he tries to say he hates being little spoon-he really does enjoy it.  
The two you drift off to sleep, dreams of each other's bodies racing through your mind, wanting to experience the whole act again.
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daily-izutsumi · 9 months
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Season 2 Episode 12: Totoko & Nyaa parts 3 + 4
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longelk · 9 months
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bonus JAMES as i do not have the capacity to make him a big post right now
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You have to be careful when dating a catgirl as she will leave dead memes on your discord as a sign of her love.
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ponyartistbrainiac · 17 days
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Artist Face reveal that no one asked for plus get outta jail free card.
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royal-rosie · 20 days
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I’m high as shit
Time to draw Sonic ☆♫ ٩(•ー•)۶♫ ★
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postal dude sillies I CANT STOP DRAWING HIM!! no way i got out of art block bc of this silly WHITE MAN UGHH DX
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art the clown nonverbal userbox ( ^ω^ ) ehehe
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Long full 3 days of drawing most of the side characters as MatsuInus. This is in regards to the recent animated series that has been announced in the MatsuInu's (https://matsuinu-anime.com/profile/)
I'm hoping that the series will have other characters in the series beings involved so I created some designs.
From top to bottom:
Matsuzō Matsuno as an Akita Inu
Matsuyo Matsuno as an Cocker Spaniel
Chibita as an Pug
Iyami as an Xoloitzcuintle
Dayon as an Weiner Dog
Hatabou as an Dogo Argentino
Totoko as an Shitzu
Homura as an Pekingese
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Nyaa as an Japanese Chin
The reason I ended up not drawing Dekapan nor the Robot Twins is cause two artists that I saw did an wonderful job on the design. Links towards their designs will be posted here:
Dekapan's
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i-wanna-perish · 13 days
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IM PL4Y1NG SWOONING OVER STANS!!1!!1!!! ^w^ n0t my firzt t1m3 bvt I th0ught I'd red0wnlo4d!! :3
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xiaoscarasimp · 1 year
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Cat Boi Scara Self Indulgence
It was another typical day with him. The snarkiness. The drama. The condescending looks. The attitude. It wasn’t his fault; it just came with the nature of being a cat. Or in this case: cat-boy hybrid. Scaramouche looked mostly human save for the cat ears atop his head and the long tail attached to his tailbone. He also had slightly sharper canines than a normal person but those were negligible. 
“ Hey Y/N can we have fish for dinner tonight?” Scaramouche asked, peering over the couch,  his ears twitching with anticipation, his tail almost wagging. “I want the high class stuff, though, not that stupid tilapia you keep buying. I’m worth more than that. I’m at least worth some Cod or Chilean Sea Bass.” He had a rather smug grin on his face, nodding in agreement with himself.
“Scara, please. Fish is expensive and I don’t like fish.” you complain. “Why does it always have to be what *you* want and never what I want? Can’t we just have a nice steak for once?”
Scaramouche leaps off the couch, now angry that you dared to deny him what he wanted. His tail thrashed angrily. He walked over to you where you were in the kitchen gathering ingredients for dinner and attempted to pin you against the counter, violet eyes seething in rage. You, however, had experienced this many times and dodged nimbly, and gave him a quick pat on the head. 
“Need I remind you that you’re the pet and I’m the master?” You state sternly. You grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull his face close. “If you want, we can have fish tomorrow but you have got to stop being so demanding. Tonight, we are having steak and I’m gonna sleep alone tonight. You have your own room, use it.” You let go of his shirt and push him away, eager to get back to cooking. 
Scaramouche looked at you partially in rage, partially in panic that you were abandoning him. He started sputtering apologies, but you couldn’t hear him over the sizzling steaks in the pan and the overhead fan whirring away trying to clear out the smoke. He goes back to sitting on the couch, sitting with his knees in his chest, ears drooping and tail over his feet. How could he be so stupid he thought to himself. He hated sleeping alone; he would cry for hours until morning, missing his masters warmth. Scaramouche needed those cuddles to fall asleep. 
“Scara, dinners ready!” you call from the kitchen. “Come and eat! I cooked your steak extra rare for you.” 
Scaramouche reluctantly came to the dinner table and sat down. You serve up the steaks: tonight's steak of choice was ribeye and even though his face  seemed displeased with the fact that you were having steaks tonight, the ear perking up and the stomach rumble told you otherwise. You ate in silence, the sound of your forks scraping against the plate was the only sounds in the house. 
After you clean up, you bid Scaramouche good night and that you will see him in the morning. Scaramouche looked at you in panic, mouthing “Don’t go. I don’t want to be abandoned again. Not again.” His ears pressed against his head, scared to death. He tried to sneak in as you were closing the door to your room, but you closed it before he could even move. For the next hour, he kept calling to you, apologizing and saying he would do better, but you had your headphones in with the music, maybe a tad too loud to drown out his constant crying. 
A few hours later, you head towards the kitchen, almost tripping over his body curled up in a fetal position, cheeks stained with tears. Scaramouche was only wearing one of your shirts, presumably stolen at one point.  He was mumbling in his sleep, apologizing to you and something about his mother. Scaramouche never spoke about his past since arriving at your house and every time you’d attempt to ask, he’d hiss at you saying it was none of your business. 
He looked so weak, a stark contrast to the constant front he put up. You bent down and patted his head, feeling pity for the poor cat boy. Scaramouche grabbed the hem of your pajamas in his sleep, preventing you from leaving. “Y/N don’t leave me like the others,” he murmured in his sleep. 
Luckily for you, you give him a few taps attempting to wake him up enough to convince him to wake up enough to let go. You pick up Scaramouche and bring him to your bed, placing him down gently. Sighing, you climb into bed, glass of water forgotten. As soon as you lie down, Scaramouche feels your warmth and cuddles up next to you, clinging on to you for dear life. You wipe away the tears on his face and giving him a kiss on the forehead, admiring how fragile and beautiful he looked. You fell asleep stroking his silky hair, comforting yourself and him as well. 
The next morning, Scaramouche groggily woke up to the smell of breakfast, wondering how he got into his master’s bed. He started the day like any other day: sitting in a W-like position, pawing at his ears to clean them and his face as well. You peek your head in to let Scaramouche know that breakfast was ready, and no matter how many times you’ve seen this routine, you found it adorable every time. 
“Hey, Scara,” you calmly call, not wanting to startle him. “Breakfast is ready. I made your fave grilled salmon along with some tamago-yaki.” His ears perked up at the mention of the fish, tail thrashing excitedly. 
“Get dressed before you come down!” 
Scaramouche sighed; he really liked this shirt because it was the first thing you gave him when he arrived beside the collar marking him as yours. You had given him plenty of clothes in various colors and patterns, ranging from red and blacks to blues and whites. This morning he picked his favorite  blue and white top with wind-like patterns on it and black shorts, signaling he was in a good mood. Whether it was international or not, he always wore blues and whites when he was in a good mood and black and reds when he was being a cranky kitty. 
Scaramouche scrambled downstairs, not wanting the fish to get cold. He sat at the table, mouth watering and  eyes glowing at the site of the fish on his plate. There were also a few tamago-yaki on his plate along with some bread. Although you knew that milk was bad for him, you couldn't help but to serve it this morning as a token of apology.  
“Now, Scara, what do we say before we eat?” You reminded him to use proper table manners.
“Thanks for the meal!” Scaramouche excitedly said while shoving a piece of fish in his mouth. Within seconds, the fish was gone, you wondering if he even remembered to breathe while eating. He thrust the plate in the air, exclaiming “Seconds!!”
“Hold on, hold on. First let me eat a bit of my bread and tamago-yaki. Also, you haven’t touched your bread or tamago-yaki.” 
“Eggs are gross,” he grumbled. You flashed him a stern look, and he reluctantly ate the tamago-yaki, small bite by small bite at a time, a look of disgust on his face. You reach across the table, giving him a few chin scritches which causes him to purr and his tail to twitch happily. God damn, he was adorable, you thought to yourself. 
Scaramouche looks annoyed and lazily tries to swat your hand away, but in his heart of hearts, he’s just embarrassed that not only does have such a simple weak spot but his purring and tail twitches betray him everytime. 
 After eating two of your own tamago-yaki, you serve him another helping of fish, his eyes light up and his mouth starts watering. Scaramouche’s tail twitches excitedly and as soon as the plate was set down, he immediately devours the fish. Chuckling to yourself, you gently rub his head as he tries to give you a look that says “I want more,” but sadly there is no more fish to be had for the time being. 
For such a small cat boy, he sure could eat! 
As you get dressed for the day, he pops his head in asking where you were going. “The same place I go every day :work,” you reply. “Someone’s gotta work to feed your hungry ass that expensive fish you want all the time.” 
“But you will come back right?” Scaramouche asks, a worried look appears on his face. 
“Of course!” You rub his ears one more time for good measure. “Look, you might be a massive pain in my ass but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to return. Besides, my favorite part of the day is seeing you after a long day at work.” Upon hearing this, he blushes and slinks back towards the living room, mumbling under his breath. 
You smile and tell Scaramouche you’re leaving for the day and before you shut the door, you hear him grumble but swore you could make out the words “Travel safe.” 
It was another day with your cat boy. He could be prickly, but at the end of the day, he was just a bit of a tsundere or even a bit of a hime-dere.  Scaramouche was your beloved cat boy, and you were his master, two fates intertwined.
This is my first fan fic in a looong time! It was supposed to turn smutty but then I cock blocked my self out of it :pain: Possible part 2(?)
Let me know what you think <3
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chiosblog · 2 months
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Murdock cheeks being squashed is the kind of entertainment i seek
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