I was wondering if you can do a headcanon on any lackadaisy cat and how they would react to a hairless cat reader.
Thank you!
I did a handful of characters (romance, sorry if you wanted platonic) for this, so I suppose a bit more quantity over quality this time. Ideally, it's still relatively ok. If there's one that I miss and people want them, I'd be happy to do a part 2. Hope y'all enjoy!
Various(Lackadaisy) x HairlessCat!Reader
(Note:this has one of my personal headcanons that, similar to Stardew Valley players, Ivy just collects people, learns everything about them and moves on.)
Mordecai Heller
• Mordecai is a very analytical tomcat, and you being without fur is certainly... analyzed.
• You're just a regular at the Marigold who stands out to him for your appearance, and definitely no other reason.
• It's not because of the way the lighting makes your bared skin look heavenly, nor is it because of how easily he can see the way you blush around him.
• Yeah, he's in denial about it, that's for sure, but a gentle nudge in the right way and boom, he melts like butter on a hot pan for you.
• In private, of course. He has a reputation to maintain.
• Though, he definitely doesn't mind silently adoring you from across the Marigold.
• And if anyone so much as maliciously looks at you because you're different, well, Mordecai is very good at hiding both his feelings and the nondescript adult sized bags he "takes care of."
Rocky Rickaby
• Imagine if you will, being a god/goddess. People throw themselves at your feet, and want nothing more than to sing your praises until the end of days.
• That's how Rocky sees you.
• To Rocky, seeing you is like Romeo seeing Juliet. There isn't a better phrase to describe it than utter adoration.
• Unlike Mordecai though, Rocky's love for you is no secret.
• In fact, if you let him, he will go on for hours about how beautiful you are, building shrines to you with rhymes and prose, as well as painting you as heaven-sent bliss with the saccharine notes of his sweet symphonies.
• Yeah, there's no better way to put it, he's smitten.
• He also really likes the way it feels when you hug.
Ivy Pepper
• Ivy has a tendency to "collect" people.
• It's something she isn't super aware of, but it definitely affects your first couple of interactions.
• Ivy is totally entranced by you, and while at the beginning it's mostly just because of your lack of fur, it begins to become more and more about you as a person.
• She gets ahead of herself. A lot. And you definitely need to ground her sometimes.
• Yet despite it all Ivy genuinely adores, in a way that's not her finding interesting people, getting to know them, and then just moving on.
• It's not luck, by the way. Ivy genuinely loves you that much, because you are just that amazing.
Calvin "Freckle" McMurray
• On a more comedic note, Freckle is the one to make sure that all your needs are accounted for, even if it means being a bit overprepared.
• It's not that he's wilfully ignorant or dumb, he just needs a gentle reminder every once in awhile.
• The sunscreen and extra layers when it's cold out is very sweet of him though.
• Freckle's similar to Rocky in that he absolutely adores you, treating you like an angel sent from above, even if that is a bit sacrilegious.
• Unlike Rocky, he's not overtly affectionate, aside from packing things you may need because, well, no fur.
• Instead Freckle hangs off your every word, silently appreciating you. Just being in your company is just... amazing to him.
• Also, since he's usually worried about you being cold, you get the perfect excuse for cuddles too ;3.
Maybe reader just teases him throughout the day, especially when he’s writing and Calvin has enough of it and bends him over ?? <33
It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with it :)
Best way to come back into writing 🤭
Urge
SMUT!!! MDNI!!!
Calvin X Bottom!Cis!Male!Reader
828 words
(used y/n / he/him/they pronouns)
Little bit of anal?? | dirty talk/begging | yatta yatta yk the jist lmao and most of alll ENJOYYYYY
The look in Calvin’s face is like a dad watched his favourite football team play. So deeply tranced into the work that he is writing he can’t get out of it. What seems like seconds later when Calvin showed some liveliness and took a sip of the room temperature water that’s sitting at his side, y/n comes along. He sits right on the opposite side of the table corner where Calvin is; y/n slowly tapping his nail to the wooden desk. Making it clear he is bored out of his mind. The focused man that sits in front of him making him hard from how hardworking he is, knowing he can’t just help himself with the tent forming in his pants.
But his stubbornness pushes him back into finishing his book first before dealing with the beautiful boy in front of him. As he continued on finishing his story Calvin only half paid attention until the sight of y/n coming towards him is enough for him to close his eyes, a shutter in his breath beginning to form.
His body feeling cold suddenly after staring at the blank page for too long while he is able to see his partner's hands up from their laps clenching into fists as they sit on the other side of the table. He opened his eyes to stare at the long awaited boy in front of him. “Do you mind y/n? I have a due date for this and I can’t fuck it up.” Calvin’s voice grows louder, pausing suddenly as an idea comes to mind, but acting like y/n only wants it. “..or do you want to be fucked? Hm? Little bunny can’t even wait an hour?”
Calvin sits up from his chair, grabbing him off of the table and coming up from behind y/n and dropping their pants swiftly. Marking their territory by bending their back over the table in front of them. Y/n‘s pulsating Cock grinding against it.
A finger gliding down to their entrance as he moans softly. Pushing two fingers inside y/n, moving both fingers around making sure he can take all of him in. Y/n feeling as though his dick will explode soon if he continues to be worked so good, but being brought back to reality by the hand placed on his shoulder. “Say please.”
Marking their territory once again.
Y/n choosing to be bratty, he responds with a whiney voice, “please.. but please do tell me-“ he looks behind to look at Calvin, “w-whats taking so long..~” A smirk lays on y/n’s face as Calvin doesn’t take that comment. Releasing his fingers out of him, instantly taking off his belt and everything else after it. He jerks himself quickly to let his pre-cum coat his tip. Afterwards quickly pushing himself fully in y/n’s now loose hole.
Making a low moan which causes y/n to flinch away from him. Quickly thrusting forward, Y/n cries out his name not expecting it to hurt so much. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” Calvin holds onto y/n’s shoulders firmly. Holding his head still. Not letting him move, y/n gripping the edges of the table from pure desperation to move but unable to since he was already in such a deep penetration. “Now.. Where were we? Oh yes, please continue to be such a naughty boy~" He makes y/n beg for his cock in a sweet way as he moans his name as well. "Please.. don’t stop! Please.. fill me up!!”
He gives him exactly what he wants. Slowly pumping his thick member in and out. Every inch pounding in y/n deeper than ever. Making him unable to stop his hips from rolling his waist to meet Calvin’s. His cock feels heavy yet sensitive inside him. If only it wasn’t on such a limited time slot he would go slower but.. He isn’t one to deny anyone what they want.
Just making y/n bounce more, y/n falls on his elbows making it easier for Calvin to work him in a little better. Fingers circling around his balls and the area around his base. Bringing him closer and closer to climax. While y/n calls out for Calvin more, begging him to fill him up like never before.
Calvin soon grabs onto y/n’s red-shoulders, spilling out deep into his hole, making sure to not leave anything out. Calvin’s shutters at the feeling, y/n’s reaction just begging for all of it again and again.
Calvin slips out of y/n. Quickly fixing himself up and leaving y/n barely naked. Sitting back into his chair and staring into the blank page once again.
Leaving y/n panting by himself, Calvin looks up at him for a moment, “you can leave now.” He watches him walk away slowly before looking back down to his paper, pretending to be working again. Just as he did when he was still on top of y/n.
; calvin wants to be in control anyway he can; he loves the feeling and it kinda validates him in a way. so he’s definitely dominant the majority of the time in bed.
; likes holding your hands during sex—partially because he finds it intimate and the other part being because he likes pinning you down. <3
^ on that note, calvin loves overpowering you. he finds it so hot when you’re unable to move underneath him because he’s sitting on your legs and holding your arms above your head and oh, look at you squirming, but there’s nowhere to go and-
; you pull his glasses off to wear while he’s pounding into you—you’re panting, mouth slightly agape, and the sex in the air fogs the lenses. holy shit, he could cum right then and there…
; calvin’s favorite place to have sex is his bed, but he’s be lying if he didn’t say he loves fucking you on his desk.
^ pressing your face further into the hard, wood surface, hand gripping the hair on your scalp. your hands try so desperately to scratch into the table, to ground yourself while he’s shoving his cock into you from behind. his papers are sprawled, scattered and definitely sticky with sweat from underneath you, but that just turns him on even more and his pace quickens.
; the biggest breeding kink ever. he’ll be wrecking you while filthy, little promises escape his mouth: “gonna fill you up…” “m-make you full of my cum.” “you’d like that, huh? to be so full of me that in nine months everyone will know you’re mine?”
^ (definitely keeps track of your menstrual cycle and fucks you during ovulation like the little freak he is.)
; breeding kink part 2: when calvin pulls out and his cum begins to seep out of you, too much inside to stay put, he takes his fingers and shoves it back into your pussy. he just doesn’t want any to go to waste! <3
; even though calvin loves being the dominant one, you can make him submit with a little bit of effort!
^ push him onto the bed and take the lead because he’ll turn into a blushing mess, stuttering, tripping over his words. he’ll gulp when you pull down his pants and look away when you stare up at him, smiling.
; calvin makes the prettiest noises—especially while subbing. he whimpers and whines like a needy puppy—covering his mouth with a hand to shut him up because he’s so embarrassed. if you pry his hand away, he’ll be biting his lip, but he just can’t seem to muffle his sounds. (his cheeks are deep red from the humiliation.)
^ on the other hand, if he’s the one in control, he’ll be panting and groaning from above you—whimpering if you listen closely. his hair is falling into his face and glasses are falling off his nose—it’s such a pretty view. <3
; his neck is super sensitive—you could breathe on it and he’d be shuddering. when you leave little love bites and kisses trailing up his throat, he’s a mess. putty in your hands and you’re playing with him so well.
; has a praise kink. giving mostly—doesn’t care that much for receiving. he calls you so many pet names—even more than usual. he praises how well you’re being and how sweet your little sounds are. (definitely uses the names pretty, love, and sweetheart.)
^ “you’re being so good, ah, for me—taking me… so w-well.” “no, no, don’t cover up your noises, pretty. want the whole neighborhood to hear you whine for me.”
; calvin’s very obviously possessive and it translates in bed. he’s constantly leaving marks on your skin—doesn’t care that you won’t be able to hide them, he wants people to see. the word ‘mine’ fills the room each time he fucks you; you’re his and he wants everyone to know. (probably also says it for reassurance as well. he just can’t believe you’re real, you’re his, he’s yours.)
^ goes feral when you moan his name and he’s pounding into you even harder because of it. “scream my name, sweetheart. let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.”
; tease him when you’re taking the lead and he’s already cumming. “you look so cute when you blush so red.” “are you embarrassed, hm? can’t keep your mouth closed?” yeah, he’s gone.
; calvin loves your thighs. he’s grabbing, kneading, digging into them any chance he gets. you have so many bruises and little marks from him. he loves kissing them too, leaving hickeys between them.
; he likes putting his hand on your stomach as he’s fucking into you, pressing down so he can feel himself inside. it’s an ego boost at how much space he takes in your tummy. <3
; he’s a master at foreplay—which is bad for you because he takes an agonizingly long time with it. he’s working you up, knowing how to pull each of your strings, how to get you frustrated and pleading for him to fuck you. feigning innocence after the fact.
; when he cums, his entire body stutters. his mouth falls open and a choked gasp leaves his throat. his grip on your hips will tighten and he’s closing his eyes in euphoria. he looks so gorgeous like that. <3
; calvin’s very good with aftercare! he’ll treat you so sweetly, like you’re a fragile, little doll—it’s his responsibility to fix you after you break, crack.
^ gives you a bath, picks out your clothes, dresses you. loves having this control over you. he gets to take care of you, make those decisions for you because you’re too fucked dumb to even walk—you rely solely on him at that moment.
; makes sure you’re comfortable and clean—even fed if you’re hungry. he’ll take you to bed, cuddling as you curl up into his chest, and falling asleep with you when everything is said and done. <3
The light shown through the curtains, cascading across his face. It was always nice waking up to Calvin in the morning, you could take time to admire his features; the curve of his nose, his lips, the slight smile lines around his mouth, and the scattered freckles across his face. His lips are slightly parted as he breathes softs whispers into the air, his eyes closed tightly and his hair draped over his forehead.
He turns your way and an arm reaches toward you,” good morning, I can feel you staring at me, creep” he slurs with a smile, eyes still closed. “I can’t help it, you’re pretty.” Your eyes flicker across his face once more.
“You think I’m pretty?” His eyes are open more, slight shock swirling around his irises. His eyes are so pretty.
“I think you’re gorgeous” you cooed, leaning over and placing a kiss on his forehead, bridge of his nose, tip of his nose, finally a light peck on his lips. “Careful, I got morning breath” he chuckled and turned over hauling himself out of bed with a small groan.
You just watched him as he got himself ready, leaving the bathroom door open as he splashed water on his face. Dropping a bead of toothpaste on his brush wetting it under the faucet. You got up, grabbing his glasses of the nightstand and walking into the bathroom right behind him. Holding eye contact through the mirror you reached around and placed the frames on his nose.
sure it was a sad fact to hear, the love of your life was simply not yours.
you were the other woman.
it’s a hard pill to swallow and an even harder one to face.
when you found out, you were crushed.
your heart ached, not only in pain but shallowness.
something had been ripped straight out of your hands and your heart.
that thing was calvin weir-fields, surely you must’ve expected this.
you kept fresh cut flowers in your home, in almost every room.
he caught notice of this and would bring you a new bouquet at least once a week.
you were always doused in some sort of fresh-smelling perfume.
waiting and hoping he’d make it on time, only for you to get a call on the phone that he couldn’t make it.
at night you’d try to call his house phone, but to no avail, no one answered.
you should’ve seen the signs sooner.
he’d only ever invite himself into your home, never you to his.
even when he promised he’d stay the night, he wouldn’t.
it was only “oh work calls” or “i’m sorry i just had to get home before dawn.”
he was only “too” busy for you, with work or friends.
you’d never met his family or his friends.
none of your dates were in public, always spent cuddling up at your place.
but you’d never expect his main woman to be your friend, ruby sparks.
sure when you heard you were crushed, you had learned about it over brunch with her.
she spoke of how good her man was, how well he treated her.
you surely wanted to meet the guy who had caught your friend, ruby’s eye.
she had millions of photos of the pair, kissing, holding hands, just out and about.
you had to excuse yourself for about ten minutes in the restroom of the small diner to calm yourself down.
that night you confronted calvin, sure he tried to deny it. he made excuses and lies on top of lies.
but the thing that stuck with you the most was that ruby said he proposed.
that broke your heart into two and a million more pieces.
you both had a screaming match, declaring how much you hated each other.
sure none of what you said was true, but you felt the truth in his words.
that night you cried yourself to sleep, and the night after, and the night to lead that other night.
it was an endless cycle until he came to your door.
drenched in rain, red tinted eyes, and shaking.
surely you couldn’t leave him outside like that, you felt so bad.
“hey, i know- i know this may seem awful but can i come in?”
calvin asked, you shook your head yes in an instant.
you still looked a mess from all the crying and sleepless nights. you were a wreck without him, surely you knew that could be the farthest from the truth for him.
“i’m sorry for what i said, that day. me and ruby broke it off”
you reminded yourself, you are the other woman.
he isn’t coming back to you, he’s coming back for a rebound. someone to sleep with at night, someone to care for him until they sort it out.
reality isn’t always sweet, and it isn’t always the thing you wanna listen to.
so you did let him back in, that night you both slept together.
he held you close, but you still cried like every other night.
every vase of flowers in your home is barely alive anymore.
you cried harder than you did any other night, with realization hitting you.
the other woman, what you’ll always be.
the one to cry herself to sleep, seeing his only woman have his love to keep.
the day to follow you let him leave, no fighting, nothing.
it was no use, nothing to fight for.
because you were the other women, and that’s what you’ll say.
Hey kinda random and idk if you still use this account but would you mind doing a story of meeting leafy in public and then he falls for you and you start dating? Sorry if it's weird idk😂
I’m sorry I’m not that active! I kinda lost interest in Cal, back when he finished off with Keem.
Falling For a Fan - LeafyIsHere Fanfic
Third Person POV
You were just walking around, didn’t really have a destination in mind. Your phone buzzed, ‘Probably a tweet from Leafy.’ You thought as you slipped your hand into your pocket to retrive your phone. You turned on your phone to see the notification from LeafyIsHere. You opened the Twitter app to see his latest tweet.
“Coffee lines are the longest and slowest lines ever” You slightly smiled at the tweet and favored it. You turned off your phone and put it back into your pocket. You looked around and saw a nearby coffee shop/cafe. Reading Leafy’s tweet made you want some coffee now. You made your way to the coffee place, it wasn’t long before you could smell the sweet aroma. You pushed the glass door open, hearing little bells chime above your head. You looked near the cashier, and the line was pretty long.
“Just like what Calvin said…” You muttered under your breath, smiling a bit to yourself.
You made your way to the line, there were atleast eight people in front of you, the menu was a bit small, and the guy infront of you was kinda tall, you tried to move a little to the side and see the menu, but it didn’t really work out since it was kinda far away. The guy infront of you saw you out of the corner of his eye, “Oh..uh sorry, did you want me to move?” He awkwardly asked, not really making eye contact with you.
“Oh! Uh, just for a second.” You smiled, he stepped to the side so you can see the menu, after scanning the menu for about a minute you decided what you wanted and turned to thank the guy, this time he made eye contact with you.“Thank you for moving…A-Are you?” The guy blinked at you, waiting for you to finish your sentence. “You’re LeafyIsHere right?”
“Yeah…You a fan?”
“Yes, I watch a lot of you videos.” You sheepishly smiled.
“Thanks, I appreciate it a lot.” He returned the smile. The cashier called for the next person, Calvin turned around and ordered his drink. He stepped to the side after paying and waited for you to get done ordering as well. “Any feedback on recent videos?” He asked as he walked you over to an empty table.
“Nothing negative, I really like the music you’ve been putting in your videos lately.”
“Oh, yeah. That reminds me I need to find some more music to switch out my outro with.” Calvin nodded.
The barista called Calvin over to pick up his drink, then called you afterwards. The two of you exited the place and walked to a nearby park.
“Your videos about Keemstar always makes me laugh.” You giggled.
“Really? I personally like my videos about Onion boy.” Calvin looked at his watch. “Alright, I gotta go, but wanna hangout another time?” He offered. You mentally fangirled.
“Yeah, that’s be cool.” You whipped out your phone and handed it to Calvin to put in his number.
Calvin and gn relationship headcannons pretty please? 💚💚 (I know he's a male manipulator but I still want him 😫)
LMAO SAME OMG. this is gonna be— 😯💨
𝒴ℴ𝓊 ℒℴ𝓋ℯ ℳℯ, ℛ𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉?
Calvin Weir-Fields x gn!reader
Rbs are appreciated!
And yes this is short yet again ksskks
He kisses you a lottttt when he realizes he's spending more time reading than being next to you.
Watches you when you least expect it. But when you notice him looking at you, he awkwardly and slowly covers his face with the book.
is literally a bitch to you but as soon as you do something alone he just trys to call you the whole day-
Does the hug behind you shit 🥺 and rocks your body with his and says somethin like "did you do the dishes?" completely ruining the moment
Literally picks your outfits so you don't embarrass him 😒. Him grabbing you by the arm and him striping you, changing you into something more 'appropriate'
If he says something really fuckin hurtful you'll be like "why did you do/say that...?" And his response is like. "I literally said nothing, you're just making fake scenarios in that head of yours". Him just lying to you 💀
If you found a new hobby/talent and wanted to show it off to him he'd not even politely decline.
