hybrid cat!reader and ghost pweasee
(gn!cathybrid!reader, mdni 18+)
simon n his pretty kitty <3
simon is quite used to your acting hot and cold with him, wanting attention from him the moment he gets home even though you know he's busy. is tolerable when you're fussy when he's finally free as if he's bothering you. but there's only so much he can take from your neediness and spoiled behavior. if you're so horny that you're mewling at him and pawing at his dick through his trousers yet claim you've already taken care of yourself when he tells you he's got time to fuck you like you need?
maybe he needs to put you in your place and show you that a whiny pet like you should learn how to behave. which is what he does when he finds you sprawled out over his bed as if you own it.
"go away, m'sleeping," you swat at him and groan as he crawls over you in the soft sheets. you turn over onto your stomach and try to ignore him again, but simon isn't having it.
he throws the cozy blanket off you and finds you bare naked underneath. he flares his nostrils at the sight of you dripping all over his sheets. seems like you already took care of yourself after being pied off so many times. doesn't matter.
he can see the way you shiver from the sudden rush of air around you and you turn your head over your shoulder with a pout. it quickly turns into a look of shock when simon cages your legs in between his, rutting his dick against your ass through his pants. he kneads at the globes of your ass before giving it a proper smack. you whine and try to arch your hips up in discomfort but he pins you easily to the matress.
"wha's wrong, kitty cat? throwin' a hissy fit, are you? isn't this what you wanted?" he yanks at the base of your tail to arch you up even higher as he pulls his waistband down to free his cock.
"took care of myself," you try to sound tough but end up whimpering when he tugs at you again. you feel his dick prodding at you as he gathers whatever slick is still dripping between your legs. he even collects it on his fingers by reaching around your front, dips his fingers into your hole a couple times too. then he rubs it all over his dick to lube it up.
"took care of yourself, eh?" he catches the tip against your entrance and it pops in easily. he lets out a throaty moan at the way you squeeze him in. "looks like y'didn't stretch yourself enough. not as far as my dick can."
you pant and drool into the pillows. he swats at your hands, telling you not to dig your claws into them. already ruined his sheets, don't need to ruin the rest of his bed. he pushes your chin a little deeper into the pillows when he rests a hand flat on the top of your head, between those twitching ears of yours. always so reactive for him. he loves it. he slides all the way in, spreads your walls wide against his cock.
"look at that," he comments when your ass is pressed flat against his hips. you have nowhere to move as he's pressed you against the mattress so hard that he'd have to pull out to get you some room. "finally getting the cock you were asking for."
you're already so sensitive from rubbing yourself on him earlier when you'd climbed into his lap. so sensitive from having to get yourself off by palming over your mound and humping the air from how horny you were. simon took so long that you were able to make yourself cum twice already. he'd found you just as you had calmed down from your last orgasm and were going to rest.
"m'sensitive. just came," you wiggle your hips and end up grinding back against him. your tail wraps against his wrist as he keeps the pressure on you. it's like he guides your movements, using your tail as a leash.
"you were asking for a good fucking so bad. said you needed it." he starts grinding his hips against your ass and you nearly cry at the sensation. it feels so good. better than how you would ever be able to please yourself with your own hands. god, it's feels a little too good.
can feel yourself going dumb. you start feeling your core throb and you leaking precum even more. makes a slippery mess every time he rolls his hips against you. "need t'cum again, please."
"oh, sweet pet. is that what i think it is?" he can feel the way you're clenching so sporadically on him. watches how you've started fucking yourself back on his cock no matter how little range of motion you have. you don't have a proper reply to his question as you're too busy muffling your sounds against the pillow. he smirks at the mess you're adding to the damp stains underneath your hips.
with him fucking you fresh after an orgasm, fucking you so nicely and prolonging your pleasure, he's pushing your body to its limits. making you crave more, making you need more.
"give it t'me, need it. need it so bad. please," you beg him, beg for his cum to flood deep inside you, beg to cum so hard around him that you'll end up milking him of all he's worth.
simon grins at your horny desperation. at first demanding him to pleasure you to doing it yourself and then stubbornly pushing him away, he's found a way to be able to get you all needy again. you're needing to be fucked until you're finally sated. all because he's pushed you into a heat.
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We need to know how separate TF-141 would be as house-husbands!!! Please!!!
— Yandere headcanons of TF-141 as house-husbands
Warnings: Yandere behavior, older! characters, male gender roles, NSFW, slight delusional behaviors.
A/N: Anon, you are SO, so smart. I love you /a.
Captain “Price” John:
The type of house-husband nobody expected for him to be– not even himself. John had partially agreed to it, and now he’s a stay-at-home dad for your cats. When he wedded you, he never thought of it this way; and now, he had promised to always care for you, did he not?
Price is well over-tired, pretty hairy and massive; beard scratchy and face all squishy; he’s a chubby man. But that doesn’t stop him at all.
John loves waking you up in the mornings. Before even shaking you awake, he loves to admire you. Watching your different breathing patterns, some dribbles of drool, and the obvious bed marks staining your face makes him smirk. But of course, it ends too short when he realizes you need to get up.
John is so, oh gentle, when waking you up. Scarred hands rubbing at your hips as he rubs his beard into your shoulder, prepping kisses and telling you to get a move on. However, if you ignore him, he’s more than happy to leave some permanent marks, yes?
He always makes your breakfast and lunch the night before, chopping the meat, fruits, and vegetables into the correct order so he can easily sleep in with you till you leave. So, when your alarm goes off, he detaches himself from you, getting up with only his red boxers– turning on the oven to preheat the food yet again and leaving them on the table for you to enjoy when you get out of the shower.
And with that, he takes your health seriously, mentally and physically, which means most foods in the house are pretty healthy. All types of fruits, veggies, protein, and fiber nourishment is given with each meal, and he expects you to eat it all.
When shopping, he takes everything seriously. He hates getting off track, only sticking to what’s on the list, and cashiers who take too long on talking– especially if they openly flirt with him. Can’t you see I'm taken? He snarks out, showing off his wedding ring before fast walking out towards his car with his hands full.
Chores are chores. They need to be done. Dishes are easy, laundry, and vacuuming are a piece of cake. But cleaning the bathroom? Oh, that’s a bit difficult. Especially with the hidden camera he’s put out of your sight, and at times, he gets distracted; watching the many films, seeing you all naked and wet, makes Price feel... a sudden urge. How are you just so gorgeous, hm?
John is the definition of a “Pro Loyalty Card”. For all those stores he visits, he has cards for each and every single one of them, including the convenience store. They always come in handy.
Routines are his specialty; he knows everything about your schedule, to the time you leave for work, to when you call him at your lunch break, come home and collapse in his lap, all the way to sleeping in the bed naked. He’s memorized it all.
After the long antagonizing and stressful week, John always sits you down for a long bath. He massages your shoulders, using a special lotion to rub on you after the bath. But, that’s not the only gift he's giving. Before gently and lovingly pushing you to the bed, he slowly fucks the stress and irritation of you; teeth makes ensuring you stay loyal to your man.
Simon “Ghost” Riley
Simon is quick and sleek with shopping, getting and seeking foods that have high nutrition because you only deserve the best. Most foods he picks out are healthy, getting many baskets of fruits to ensure you enjoy your lunches. But when passing by the sugar aisle, he can’t help but choose a few sweets for you.
A type of house-husband you’d never expect. He’s brooding, shoulders kept tight, wearing a black mask and hoodie as he sulks in the grocery aisles, holding the colored basket. You’d think he’s stealing with a gun hidden in his back pocket. However, when in reality, he’s taking his house duties extremely seriously as he eyes for the cereal aisle.
He wakes up way early, even before you start to stir awake, even before the sun rises and goals himself to get a good workout in. Even though he’s not the same lieutenant as he was years ago– he’s not lazy, and still picks up his pace whilst jogging down the street and doing push-ups in the open garage.
At times, he wishes you could join him, and it would be fun, would it not? Having you down below, as his chest presses against yours and your flushed face being the main goal for him to continue? Or maybe, him guiding you through pull-ups, and you need his help? Oh, that’s how to make him very desperate for you in the early mornings.
Speaking of early mornings, when you rise with his gentle shaking, whispers of “good mornin’”, and his rough stubble rubbing your neck, you realize just how lucky you are. Especially with how Riley joins in, when he notices his second favorite human is up and awake.
Though, if you decide to ignore these two, covering your face and mumbling away, Simon will crawl over you, prep your face with sloppy kisses, and murmur hot and dirty words. His hand instinctively crawling down, snapping the band of your underwear, nails barely scratching at your skin whilst promising to get you all hot and messy, before forcing you out of bed.
When you leave out of that door, regardless of the morning, he ensures the house is spotless before you come home. He doesn’t listen to any music, only the occasional barks from Riley as he sprays the leather couches, doing the dishes the “old-fashioned way”, and folding laundry like it’s a race.
Most are scared of him– except for that one lady down the road. Her eyes follow Simon as if he’s a god, but he scoffs at that when she twirls her hair. You’re the real deity, he openly thinks. Of course, he shows off his pretty wedding ring, the one you got him; and somehow, Simon wishes you’d just make out with him in public, show her that he’s off limits and that he’s yours.
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick:
The type of househusband who immediately recognized that you needed to be cared for, and went forth with that promise between the marriage. You work so hard to make money for the both of you. And he’s devoted to doing whatever he can to be helpful too.
Kyle is a clean freak, which means the house is nearly spotless when you come home. Every scratch at the couch has him grunting and hands vigorously trying to rub it off. Shoes inside the house are immediately put up, and he hates rainy days; looking at you with glaring pupils as you step inside with soaked coverings. But, he loves you.
The chores in the house are easily done before the afternoon, dishes cleaned with shiny marks and the floors vacuumed. Dusting and sweeping the house with headphones on, face flushed whilst… listening to among things he’d never want you to find out.
Laundry is always last in line, as he tends to “borrow” a good deal of dirty underwear of yours, smelling them intensely. Don’t worry though, he returns them at some point.
Kyle is the definition of “wifey material food”. Every breakfast consists of incredible fried eggs, mixed with bacon and fluffy pancakes; lunch and dinner being different every day, which is nice. He usually sticks with foods you’re comfortable with, never going out of your zone, and tries his hardest to make different sizes of hearts out of the food.
Though, you never seem to notice the secret ingredient, the divine particular part where the two of you are bonded stronger. Such shame, he utters. Sometimes he wishes you’d come home early– catch him desperately adding it within the dish with utter lewd excitement.
Having you come home is the best time of the day. Waiting by the door, wearing the cactus green apron you got him years ago, with a giant smile and dinner laid out, waiting for you. By the end of dinner, you’re full; both of love, and much suffocation of affection.
All the other housewives in the area love him. They often invite him for yoga, or work-out sessions. But, he usually uses the excuse that you need him. You do, don't you?
Every Friday, he wears and shows off certain gifts he feels that you’ll love. You work so hard for the both of you, so he should show his appreciation, should he not? Wearing all types of risqué clothing, leaving desperate messages, and having lingerie hidden underneath his black vest, coloring his skin and outlining his scars, stretch marks, and moles. Sooner or later, it leads to a heavy cuddle-sex session that he knows you’ll love.
Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:
The type of househusband who uses his pretty eyes and sculpted body, to get his way. Everything from seeing you at your working office and past your lunch break, to getting free food samples, all the way to a book full of coupons and all types of gifts for half the percentage.
He’s amazing at picking food at the grocery outlet, picking up the correct portions of proper protein, vegetables, and iron. And sometimes, sneaking a few donuts, pops, and tubs of ice cream he knows you love.
Johnny always wakes you up, the alarm rarely shaking you as your beloved husband knows your schedule by heart. He ensures your breakfast and lunch are ready by 7am, smirking at the added secret ingredients that he only knows.
He’s more lenient with waking you up. Knowing how you like to sleep, beauty sleep he corrects, Johnny tries to let you snooze in as far as you can, before gently stirring you up as the sun rises in the opened window.
His arms snake around your waist, cuddling up behind you whilst pulling you into his warm chest, as he nibbles on your ear and tells you to start getting up; breakfast is served on the table with awaited love. Though, if his sweet honey voice doesn’t work at this time, maybe some extremely sloppy oral will help, no?
Johnny ensures that everybody knows you’re lovingly taken. Those hickeys and bruises on your arms, and neck show just how loveable he is. He boasts about you all the time, to his then-team, cashiers and ladies on the streets. It’s only expected you do the same, yes?
Housewives and other househusbands either love him, or envy him. He’s pretty– too alluring to just be at home and caring for duties. Most women, and men constantly flaunt at his grown-out mohawk, often slicked back into a small bun and a few scars, especially one on his head, that prominent his face.
He’s still in shape, working out in the early mornings and doing yoga with the other moms; who he regularly drinks coffee with. They love how sweet and handsome the man is, especially towards his spouse.
Anyone would be lucky to have him, and many would trade a lifetime for him. But, he’s not going anywhere, not without you or your yummy neck anytime soon.
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