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eighteen ֢ she/her

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˖ 𑣲 rafe cameron x hyper!feminine!cat!reader

contains: obx au, hyper!feminine!cat!reader!, reader is a hybrid (if that isn’t obvious enough), rafe is touchy, implications that reader dresses a bit revealingly, fem!reader but no feminine pronouns are used, kissing, smut, reader being in heat, oral (f receiving), p in v, reverse cowgirl, doggy, breeding kink if you squint, implications that reader gets pregnant

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rafe cameron who finds himself spending ridiculous amounts of money on hyper!feminine!cat!reader. takes you to malls, acting all disinterested and watching you try on dozens of dresses and skirts and tiny little tops with that impassive face of his, but he doesn’t ever hesitate to give you his credit card when you asks for it. “you’re such a spoilt little thing,” he complains, but if you ever even mention paying for yourself when you go out to those fancy restaurants downtown, he will be offended for the entire night.

rafe cameron who always has to be physically close to you. a hand around your hip when you walk together, or petting your head while you lay in his lap and watch television. he loves it when you wrap your tail around his forearm or thigh casually. he’ll tell you to sit on his lap while you do your makeup in the morning and he’ll fall asleep with his arm around you late at night. all you have to do is nuzzle your pretty little face again him and immediately, you’ll get all the scratches that you want, because he loves giving you the attention.

rafe cameron who laughs at you whenever you complain about your lip combo being ruined after he kisses you. he plants his hand on be back of your head, pulling you in to capture your lips, catching you completely off guard and making your ears and tail perk up. “rafey!” you whine once he lets you go, “you know i just finished my makeup and my lip combo looked soo good!” your tail sways behind you as you stare up at him with slightly furrowed brows, but he just chuckles and tells you that it’s just lipgloss and that you can put some more on.

rafe cameron who immediately notices when you start showing him more attention that you usually do, rubbing your head against his cheek and constantly wanting to climb on top of him. he doesn’t mind it, of course, but when the yowling and mewling begin to start he knows just what to do to calm you down before you start to lose it. “stay still.” he orders you in a strict tone, one hand planted firmly on your lower stomach and the other grabbing your ankle to pull your legs apart and immediately, he latches onto your throbbing clit, sucking and licking it while you whine and try to buck your hips up to even get closer to him.

rafe cameron who has no problem with you using him to get yourself off. he simply sits on the couch with his legs spread and his arms crossed while you practically salivate at the sight of his already half erect dick. he simply tells you to ride it and so you do, pawing at it a few times before pulling your panties down from under your skirt and immediately sinking down on his cock, your hands on his knees for support as you start bouncing up and down. your tail hits his face a couple times and he swats it away gently before rolling your skirt up to cup the flesh of your ass. “rafey... ah ah ah, raaafee, mm, it feels sooo goood..!” your moans along with the wet sound your cunt makes around rafe’s dick and your ass cheeks hitting his thighs make for an unholy nature of sounds.

rafe cameron who doesn’t stop until his cum is leaking out of your sore, abused hole. he holds you up by your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he fucks you at a rough, demanding pace. the way his balls slap against your clit leave your brain fuzzy and you claw at the sheets, meowing and whining pitifully. your cunt is wrapped around him so snuggly, he tells you that you’re practically made for him. you arch your back even further when rafe tells you that he’ll cum inside you, sputtering pathetic pleas for him to make you a mama and give you his babies. and, he’ll do just that. by the time your heat is over, rafe’ll be spending even more amounts money on you.

a/n: this was so fun to writeee i don’t think i’ve read cat!reader being hyper feminine before 🙈

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. ˖ 𑣲 little drabble i wrote last night!

contains: porn with no plot, p in v, overstim, making out w tongue, praise kink, fem!reader but no feminine pronouns are used, lots of pet names, one curse word, a lana del rey reference somewhere

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“c’mon, baby, give me one more.” one of his hands rubs lazy circles across your clit while the other taps the side of your head. your weak protests of “no, no, i can’t,” are cut off by a firm, “yes, you can, baby. come on, love, you know you can.” he leans down so that his face is right above your own, your noses bumping together.

it’s all too much, so much so that you start crying softly, warm tears rolling down your face as your sobs fill the room.

“hey— hey, look at me, sweetheart, look at me,” his hands gently cup your face, thumbs brushing away the tears from your cheeks. your eyes slowly flutter open to meet his, “remember your safe word, love?” you nod. “do you want to use it?” you shake your head. a soft smile pulls at the corners of his lips before he leans down and presses them against your own.

he rolls his hips to meet your own, gently, drawing a soft moan from your lips, into his mouth. when he starts to thrust his hips faster, he slips his tongue into your mouth, letting you suck on it to muffle your pretty little moans.

your muscles start to tense and your own hand moves between both your bodies, searching for your sensitive nub and softly stroking it with two fingers once it finds it. “there we go. atta girl.” he chuckles against your lips before pulling back to look down at you.

you’re close, and he knows it too because of the way you clench down on his cock every time he pushes his hips forward and bottoms out. your head falls back against the soft pillows resting at the headboard that slams against the wall as his pace starts to increase, and you squeeze your eyes shut, your lips parting. his hands are on your hips, his name is on your lips, over and over again, like your only prayer.

“such a pretty little baby,” he mutters softly, almost as if he’s talking to himself, “taking it so well.”

“mm, pleasepleaseplease, i need it, i need it, i need you—” you gasp and whimper, your fingers rubbing against your clit in a faster tempo. you can hardly make out the sweet praises that he’s cooing at you, too focused on getting that sweet, sweet release.

you blink your eyes open to meet his own, just for them to roll back into your head as you feel that especially familiar, pleasant feeling in your lower stomach start to grow. it’s so close, you can practically taste it.

and then, with the final push of him telling you to cum for him, you let go, a sharp whine escaping your throat as your back arches off of the bed making your chest meet his own.

“so much for ‘no, no, i can’t’,” he lets out a breathy laugh as his mocking getting him a little death glare from you.

“you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, baby.” his tone drops from a mocking one to one filled with obvious lust. “one more, sweetheart, just give me one more.”