Thinking about a world where cat!hybrids are extremely rare and sought after, to the point where majority of the ones found are whisked away into underground breeding facilities or elite homes…
So imagine Nik’s surprise when he’s met with the most gorgeous Persian!hybrid cat he’s ever seen — the fluffiest white tail in immaculate condition, and soft white ears poking out from your head that swivel every which way. Just sitting there in his warehouse.
“Koshechka… Bozhe moy,” Nik murmurs, his brown eyes swirling at the sight of you.
Your head tilts adorably in confusion, and he tries again.
“You speak English, da?”
He takes the swish of your tail as one of understanding, and nods to himself, murmuring another, “da…”
Without another word, he’s striding to pull down his warehouse roller doors, locking everything up. A ping to Watcher One signals he’s out of commission under further notice.
Hey Gator, do you have any HCs or imagines or anything for a Batboys x Cat!Reader? Like- a Selina Kyle type of reader? Could be a protege or just a copycat (ha)
(No this is totally not an excuse to imagine MLM batcat why would you think that)
Batboys x Stray male reader
Headcanons
Have you guys seen those fics and art pieces where Tim is Selinas student or like protege? Thats where I got the name Stray from, lmao. Reader goes by Catlad when hes a kid though.
I tried to keep the reader as more of a trickster with Damian, cuz theyd be the same age. I wrote them separately, so they aren't very long but I'm willing to go in depth if interested.
Dick Grayson
Out of all of them, you and Dick would have the most, what should I call it, intense? Relationship. You guys are hot and cold, steamy intense kisses on rooftops, but then Dick chasing you down for a crime.
You two would have known each other from when he was Robin, and you were Catlad, which was the name you used before you became Stray, when you set out on your own.
Maybe you even follow him to Bludhaven when Dick leaves to find his own path, and you feel you've outgrown your own playground.
Back when you two were Robin and Catlad, you two were more friends than enemies. When Batman and Catwoman would be off... negotiating, you two would hunker down with the latest gameboy or the like and play.
Back then you mainly pulled pranks on Dick, until you guys got older and it became more. Your outfit switched from something sporty to something more formfitting and sleek, with a zipper that goes all the way down the front.
I can see your relationship causing problems in other areas of Dick's life, because you guys just can't stay away from each other. This means Dick can't really settle down with someone else, cuz you are always there in the back of his mind.
It just makes the comparisons between Bruce and Dick worse, as he's got his own cat walking circles around him and purring.
There is an extremely powerful charge between you two whenever you meet, be it as allies or as enemies, but you guys are never really enemies. I get a feeling you've been his “I know a guy” for years, when it comes to your areas of expertise.
I imagine the titans and the rest of the batfam are tired of watching you guys chase each other, Dick chasing you, only for you two to giggle and turn it around.
Everyone knows you guys will get together at some point, its just a matter of time. Theres a betting pool with the titans on when and where, or who will propose.
I also get a feeling you are pretty close with the titans after all these years, and you aren't an actual member of the Titans or anything but like, you are invited to all the parties and get-togethers.
For some reason I also feel a tickle in the back of my head that you might have had a bit of a thing with Roy when you guys were younger, I cant tell ya why. Roy obviously knew it wasn't gonna last but it was fun.
Jason Todd
For some flavor. You two knew each other back when you were street kids. Jason gets picked up by Batman, and you don't see your best friend for a while.
You start stealing, more than before anyways, and you've always looked up to Catwoman, so you try to copy her. In the beginning your outfit is a dark hoodie that you have sewn cat ears into.
Selina and you bump into each other enough times for her to pick you up, deciding that if Batman can pick up strays, so can she. After that, she becomes your foster parent, or more like aunt, and you live with her.
You recognize Jason almost immediately when out as Catlad and Robin, he's just so familiar. He recognizes you in return, and it just becomes that pointing spiderman meme.
I feel that after Jason dies, you lose a lot of your charm and high energy. Instead of just being a trickster and stealing things like diamonds, it becomes a cold almost cruel personality, stealing anything and everything just to feel something.
It leads to a split between you and Selina for a while, mostly its you pushing her away because she cares. You also never forgive Batman, resulting in violent confrontations.
The bats have had to stop you from murdering the Joker on many occasions. Everyone knows to keep an eye out whenever the Joker is free, both for the Joker himself, but also because you want him dead.
When Jason comes back it takes a bit for you two to meet again, as you both keep close to the ground to get awa with your business.
Jason recognizes you first, as you still carry the cat theme, and hes just shook at how attractive you are even after all this time, and with all the weight hanging on your shoulders.
When you guys figure out each others secret identities and all that, its like an explosion. You guys kiss like you are trying to devour each other, or crawl into the others skin.
I feel bad for anybody near that rooftop that night, or the nights after cuz you guys can't keep hands off each other, so multiple rooftops around crime alley are... blessed let's say that.
You two mellow each other out in ways nothing else does. Being with Jason heals part of you that was hurting, and being with you keeps Jason on the more sane side, for the most part.
It leads to you repairing your relationship with Selina, who's just as happy to see Jason back and alive. She gives him the shovel talk anyways, because she has to.
At some point it just becomes known that Stray and Red Hood run together, and are clearly lovers. Nobody says it out loud, but Hoods goons have seen the way their boss pulls Stray into his lap, or the way Stray drapes against him like a cat.
Tim Drake
In this scenario, you were Catlad before Tim becomes Robin. Maybe you are a year maybe two older, and you catch him stalking the bats.
Cue you, landing on the rooftop beside him and doing some play flirting. Its not anything serious obviously, but it does make Tim blush anyways. Both because hes been caught, but also because you are paying attention to him, ya know?
As catlad your outfit isnt like Selinas, but you still offer to take some action pics for him. It ends with you borrowing his camera and getting pics he wouldnt be able to get himself.
When Tim becomes Robin, your relationship continues. Its not as flirty or catty as the one between Bruce and Selina, but there is some playfulness in there.
You would be pretty smart too, able to lead Tim on all kinds of chases and give him challenging puzzles and challenges to catch you, or return what you stole.
Maybe you guys share your first kiss because you were jealous, when Tim started showing Stephanie or someone else attention. What can you say, cats are selfish creatures.
Its nothing too extreme at the time, but its still a kiss, and you telling him that you called dibs on this birdy. Then you disappear for a while.
You go away to train, and to become Stray. During this time Tim becomes Red Robin. Idk why I kinda feed on you two being a little angsty when you first meet back up.
Both of you in your rebellious or emo phases ig, avoiding talking about the emotions that are so clearly there.
Just imagine Tim is with his team, and hes just chewing his pen and just staring at a map he's drawn up of all your movements. One of them like, teasingly asks him about it, and he just huffs loudly, closes it, and struts off (to hide his flush).
We all know Tim is a bit of a stalker, its part of the appeal, so its also no surprise that he's got a lot, and I mean a lot, of pictures of you. Probably as many as he's got of all the bats combined. Luckily, you find it charming.
When you guys finally decide to stop denying feelings, its like pouring gasoline on a fire. It gets so out of control for a while and impossible to manage.
Tims lips are just always flushed from all the kissing, and he starts wearing turtlenecks or scarves during the summer.
You feel little need to hide it, and maybe you do some updates to your catsuit to fit Tims taste, just a little. And you add some hidden zippers, just because, wink wonk.
Damian Wayne
With Damian, you haven't become Stray yet. You two are the same age, or around it anyways, and you act as a big part of thawing him up to the real world.
In the beginning its a lot of ragebaiting tbh, you get in the way, pull tricks, call out remarks that have him chasing you across the rooftops.
But little by little, Damian starts to see some appeal in it. He starts to actually have fun, or spend time thinking about you outside of a strategy or enemy. Honestly, I can see Bruce and Selina planning meetups during patrol, just to let you two bond and run off.
When Damian finally succeeds in catching you, he doesn't actually stab you or arrest you. He might see it as a weakness, how you have started making him feel, as Damian feels his face warming up and his palms growing clammy in his gloves.
I can see him letting you go “out of the goodness of his heart” or whatever, and Damian just stands with his back towards you, arms crossed and a forced scowl on his face as you snicker, blow a kiss and run away.
The rest of the fam do not let him live it down when they discover it. He just let you go? After chasing you for months? After coming up with so many plans to wipe the floor with you? And what, he just decided to be nice today?
So many jokes about Damian inheriting Bruces attraction to cats, because that's what it has to be, since he's the only biological offspring of Bruce.
You two start planning whole “confrontations” but really... it's just excuses to spend time together. Maybe in the beginning it was actual fighting or training, but at some point it became sitting on a rooftop with ice cream, or sneaking into a movie cinema in costume.
When you show up to the manor for the first time, outside of costume, Damian is ready to kill everyone, if they as much as say something.
Some of them, maybe only Dick and Bruce, would find it adorable as Damian grabs your hand and drags you upstairs as you wave to them happily, and tell Bruce that you love his house.
You guys spend a lot of time together discussing animals, especially when Alfred the cat decides to join you guys. Ends with you inviting Damian to your place so he can meet the 10 cats living there.
You also give him a tour in costume, so he can meet all the strays around town. This is where I can imagine Damian making some comment about you being a stray, and you just light up, telling him that its a perfect name.
You kiss him on the cheek as a thanks and run off to workshop it, since you've been wanting a new name and aesthetic for a while.
Damian goes back to the cave, quiet as the grave, face deeply flushed, and his grip on his sword just barely holding on. He doesn't even respond to the teasing, but Dick swears he catches Damian carefully touching his cheek at some point.
Just thinking about Cat!Reader who thinks of Robert as their dad/older brother and isn’t exactly shy with calling him that.
It started as a joke when they’d call him Bro or Dad jokingly but over time it stopped being a joke and just how they’d refer to him as.
Like they’re in the apartment with Beef on their lap and it’s just “Dad could you get me a glass of water please?” “Sure kitty”
It just becomes their normal. Neither asked for a new dad/kid but by god they got eachother now
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So now I’m just imagining Cat!Reader coming to drop off some lunch for Robert (cause god knows they don’t have anything edible in the house) to surprise him.
They walk up behind and half jump half hug him from behind as he’s at his desk with a “hi daddy”
He’s of course happy to see his kiddo (dealing with the Z team’s shenanigans all morning was giving him the migraine of the century) so his usually deadpan voice gets softer and happier with a “kitty! That’s a welcome surprise”
And Z team true to their HR violation ways hear Daddy and Kitty and run into the sunset with it
Flambae: what was that about keeping private life Private Bob Bob?
Prism: didn’t peg you for a daddy guy. More like the being pegged guy
Invisigal: pet play to. Full of surprises and dick donuts
Robert has never been more thankful that the headsets are borderline soundproof so his child isn’t assaulted full force with these absolute bozos. He tosses that headset off with a “nope.not listening to that”
Due to their wars Cat!Reader could hear bits and pieces of what they were saying but just ignored it.
Now Chase! Oh our Chase. He pokes his head over the border like “since when the fuck did I have a niece/nephew?, you disappeared for 15 years and suddenly have a kid. God damn freckle fuck” talking in his fast way
Bro already loves them. He’s a hard ass but damn if he doesn’t like kids (especially when it means he can tell every embarrassing little Robert story he has compiled away)
Reader as a cat that's claimed 141 and brings them mice, rats or birds, sadly Jonny is the first victim of a dead mouse that ends up becoming all of them like this picture down here
hehehehe cat!reader adopting 141...
As a single parent of four oversized humans, you definitely had your work cut out for you in terms of feeding.
Nevermind the fact they could clearly feed themselves -- no. You wouldn't have that. If you weren't the one that fed them, you wouldn't be happy.
You started with the one they called Johnny. You weren't stupid -- you could understand basic human words and phrases. You knew all of your kits' names. It was your job as their parent.
You went out and hunted a nice, plump mouse. Big and brown, definitely healthy. It smelled amazing to the point your mouth watered carrying it back to the large box your kits resided in. Are they even kits at this point? Whatever. They are what you say they are.
Weaving through some corridors and into the nest where Johnny was sleeping, you gracefully pounced up onto the smaller nest with the mouse still in your mouth. You walked up to him, and dropped the mouse right in his open mouth.
Ignoring the fact he yelped and sounded angry or fearful or whatever that emotion was. Disgusted? Who cares. You thought he was happy. You knew he was happy, actually. You know what's best for your kits.
The others were just as easy to feed, actually. To be fair, you did feed them all within the same night. With Johnny out of the way, your workload became much less.
You decided you'd go for your oldest next. Atleast you think Price is your oldest.. you're not entirely sure. He's as old as you say he is. And judging by the way his limbs creak, you had determined he was the oldest. Maybe he should get a bird. Or a cricket. Crickets were easier to catch due to the fact it's night, so maybe Price should get that.
You had set out to hunt again, and almost immediately caught a cricket. The hopper was still alive while you were bringing him back. Slipping through the small crack into Price's nest, you repeated the same process you did with Johnny. Why do all of your kits sleep with their mouths open? Whatever. It makes your job easier.
Dropping the cricket into his mouth, you watched as Price enthusiastically sucked it in his throat in a bout of coughing. He sure had an interesting way of eating things, that was true. Before you could listen more, Price had snatched you up and set you outside his nest and closed the entrance.
How ungrateful.
Maybe he's in a sour mood. You shouldn't pay him any mind, and instead work to catch a rat for Simon. Your kits' dinners varied every night, depending on what you were in the mood to catch. But that was pretty much self explanatory judging by previous events.
You repeated the process again, and soon enough you were in Simon's nest with a large rat. He actually gave you a designated spot to set his meals. So instead of waking him up, you decided to set the rat down on the platform and began the search for Kyle's dinner.
You could catch a frog for him. Maybe he'd appreciate that, right? Too bad. You were his parent. You chose his dinners. Finding a nice green frog, you did the same exact thing you did to Price and Johnny.
You dropped it into his mouth.
Only then were you satisfied, purring on your way out the door (ignoring Kyle's protests and sputtering) and into the woods where you would hunt your own dinner. Of course you'd feed them before yourself! That's what a good parent would do.
You didn't have to know that you were considered their pet, and that you weren't actually their parent. You were as happy as you ever were, and they'd like to keep it that way. Because maybe, just maybe, they actually enjoyed your company.
imagine cat!reader being in heat and pup!johnny having absolutely no idea what’s going on
poor pup is just sitting there dazed as simon takes care of their sweet girl ):
all johnny knows is that simon’s head has been between your thighs for a very long time, back arched against the sofa cushions and curved claws digging into the flesh of your owners back
and all johnny can do is whine and beg for a taste, pressing his face into your neck so he can huff on your solvent scent. only for simon to grab him by his ‘hawk and shove him off you, shushing your whines
“enough. if I let the mutt eat off my plate, he’ll never stop begging for scraps.”
kyle coming across a stray cat under the rain, dirty and a little scraped, trembling in the cold and he obviously has to take it in, who would ever let a sweet creature like it in the streets?
so he brings the cat home, gives it a warm bath, some warm food and then gives it a nice soft blanket to lay in and take a very well deserved safe nap
the morning after he wakes up to see you, naked if not for that same soft blanket covering half of your body, and he’s taken back because who are you and where is the kitten??
turns out you are the kitten (you have a tail and ears he didn’t notice until you wake up and crawl into yourself in fear, pleading him to please not throw you back out, you won’t be a bother) and of course he won’t throw you out, so he gives you some of his clothes in the meanwhile, noticing how malnourished you look and the bruises on your body
Summary: A mercenary tries to kidnap “the weird cat that’s always with the Avengers.” They succeed. Ten minutes later, you're back in human form, sitting on their escape van holding a taser with an exasperated Bucky arriving at the scene. (Bucky Barnes x reader)
Word Count: 800+
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It was supposed to be a low-stakes surveillance mission.
You’d volunteered to go in cat form since it was easy to sneak past cameras, no need for disguises, and plus you got to nap in sunny windowsills while pretending to spy. Win-win.
Bucky had explicitly told you: “Stay within two blocks. If you get caught, don’t be a smartass. Just shift and call me.”
Naturally, you ignored the second part.
Because when a low-rank merc saw you napping behind a weapons stash near the docks, they scooped you up with a triumphant laugh like they’d just bagged a diamond.
“Well well well,” He cooed, holding you up by your scruff. “Aren’t you the weird little furball that’s always following Barnes around?”
You squinted at him. Then casually went limp like a floppy stuffed animal.
“Aw, no fight? You’re comin’ with me.”
He stuffed you into a duffel bag with air holes. That part was annoying. It smelled like sweat and beef jerky.
You waited precisely six minutes. Let them get all nice and cocky.
The merc’s van was parked in an alley. There were three of them: your scruffy friend, a bored woman chewing gum in the passenger seat, and a guy in the back watching TikToks on full volume. Truly, the elite.
“Barnes’ll lose his mind when he finds out we got his freaky little shapeshifter cat,” One muttered.
“Think it’s got powers?”
“It drooled on my boot.”
“…so no.”
You rolled your eyes, managed to unzip the top of the duffel bag enough, then shifted.
And emerged: human, pissed, and holding a taser.
“Hi,” You said sweetly.
The driver shrieked as you zapped him square in the thigh. The woman reached for her gun but you launched the taser at her head. TikTok guy screamed and dove out the back of the van.
When Bucky finally arrived (having sprinted three blocks after you triggered your location beacon), he found you sitting on the hood of the van, sipping one of the merc’s energy drinks, completely calm.
The three would-be kidnappers were zip-tied and groaning.
Bucky skidded to a stop, blinking. “You good?”
You nodded. “They tried to catnap me.”
He paused. “Catnap. Really?”
“…Had to.”
He sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Why didn’t you just shift and call me?”
“I wanted to see how it played out.”
He looked at the van. Then back at you. “You could’ve easily gotten away.”
“I needed a dramatic entrance,” You shrugged. “Very effective.”
He just shook his head and muttered, “I swear to God, one day I’m gonna leash you.”
You smirked. “You say that like I wouldn’t love the attention.”
He walked off muttering expletives while you followed behind, smug and victorious, sipping your stolen drink like the chaos goblin you were.
Back at the Avengers compound, things got out of hand immediately.
You only meant to tell Steve. Just a quick, offhand “Hey, I got kidnapped in cat form today, tased a guy. All good now.” Casual stuff.
Steve blinked. “You what.”
Five minutes later, a full team meeting had been called.
You sat on the conference table, lazily batting at a paperclip while Bucky stood in the corner, arms crossed, visibly trying not to explode.
“…So just to confirm,” Tony said, barely holding back laughter, “You voluntarily let yourself be captured, didn’t call for backup, and waited in a gym bag until you could do a dramatic transformation and taser reveal?”
You nodded. “Pretty much.”
“Iconic,” said Sam, already typing something on his phone. “Absolutely saving this.”
Wanda floated a bag of chips over to you with a grin. “Next time, give me a heads-up. I want popcorn for the sequel.”
Bucky groaned. “Can we not turn this into a thing?”
“Too late,” Sam replied, dropping his phone onto the table.
On the screen? A meme of you photoshopped onto a “Missing Cat” poster, with Bucky’s face underneath and the caption:
“If found, do NOT return. She bites.”
You snorted. “Okay, that’s good.”
Tony added fuel to the fire. “FRIDAY, note to install mini GPS on the shapeshifter’s collar.”
“I’m not wearing a collar,” You said firmly.
“Too bad,” Bucky muttered. “You’re gonna end up on a milk carton one of these days.”
“Is that still a thing?”
Steve tried to be serious, bless him. “You do need to be more careful. That could’ve gone really badly.”
You tilted your head innocently. “But it didn’t.”
Bucky, pinching the bridge of his nose: “That is not a defense strategy!”
And then, just to spite him, you shifted into cat form mid-sentence, leapt into his lap, and started purring obnoxiously.
He stiffened. “Don’t.”
You meowed sweetly and curled up like a loaf.
“You’re making this worse.”
Wanda took a picture. “She’s making it better.”
-
Later that night, Bucky found you asleep in your cat form at the foot of his bed. Still smug. Still slightly damp from your shower earlier.
He sighed, pulled a blanket over you, and muttered, “Absolute menace.”
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 🙈
