Hi!!! I Just Love Your Work! I Was Wondering If You Could Write A Scenario With Daddy Bateman As A Cat

Hi!!! I just love your work! I was wondering if you could write a scenario with Daddy Bateman as a cat boy and w/ a lactation kink?~

My little Meow Meow

◥ PAIRING: Daddy!CatBoy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: One day you forgot to feed your sweet catboy, so he came to you in the middle of the night to get the meal he deserved.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │Patrick has sharp fangs, Daddy kink, Praise Kink, Lactation kink, Breeding kink, oral (reader receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, body worship, dirty talk, pet names.

◥ WORDCOUNT: Around 1k

◥ A/N: Okay, that was very sudden, but I hope you like it. Thank you, dear anon for making me so horny and inspired. Also, many thanks to my dear @tres-spades-hotel for proofreading! 🥰

◥ LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓

A needy, purring noise echoed near your ear as you tried to roll over, seeing your sweet dreams, lying on Patrick's king-size bed.

"Mmm, Patrick ... what is it?" you asked, feeling his furry ears tickling your face as he moved closer and hugged you from behind. "Did you have a bad dream, or do you want something?"

Of course you knew what he wanted, but you couldn't miss a chance to tease your sweet catboy, especially when he was so needy.

Bateman purred again, nuzzling your neck and nibbling a little, causing you to whimper and cling to his arms that were wrapped around your waist. "You fell asleep early and I didn't get my meal! "

Patrick sounded slightly angry, but when you turned to face him and cupped his cheeks with both hands, his expression immediately changed as he rumbled with pleasure. You could see his sharp fangs biting his lower lip.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy." You ran your fingers through his soft hair before pulling up your top and letting him press against your heavy boobs. He greedily put his mouth around your taut nipple, making you moan from how sensitive it was. "Ahh, I didn't want to leave you hungry."

"Mmm, I know, Mommy." He devoured your milk greedily; you thought he was going to drink it all. "It's so delicious, mmm ..."

Whimpering, you hugged his neck and felt his long, big tail brush your hip as it wrapped around you like a snake, not allowing you to move. You moaned even louder when Bateman used his white teeth on your peak as he tried to suck out as much milk as he could.

"Oh, Patrick ... a-aww, your teeth are so sharp, aah," you gasped again and again, trembling in his grip. He had to calm you down with gentle strokes of his fluffy tail as he moved it between your legs, rubbing against your soaked panties. You almost cry out from how aroused you were. "Daddy, p-please."

"Mmm, what do you want, honey?" He released your swollen tip, little drops of your milk flowing down his perfectly sculpted chin. "Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?"

You just nodded and watched him shift position, kneeling between your legs as he spread them wide, almost diving between them. A loud wail almost escaped your twitching lips, but you held yourself back, so afraid of waking your beloved little child who slept in the next room.

"You look so beautiful when you open up for me, sweetheart."

Patrick purred against your skin as he peppered your mound with light pecks, working his way down until he reached your underwear. Swiftly, he pushed it aside and slid his heated tongue into your soaking pussy, twisting it inside you to hit all the right spots he knew so well. 

"A-aah, Gosh ... I'm going to explode, Daddy ... it feels so ..."

"So amazing?" He tugged on your clit with a squelch and traced his tail against your belly. "Go on, honey, I want to feel you tremble in my arms."

Passionately, Bateman planted a wet kiss on the inner side of your thigh before continuing his assault on your throbbing cunt, lapping at it as mercilessly as he consumed every drop of your milk. He was literally relentless. 

With all the strength you had left, you stifled every nasty sound trapped inside your chest as the friction of his tongue against your little nub became unbearable. You could do nothing but claw at his perfect hair, accidentally touching his furry ears as you cummed vividly all over his face, seeing nothing but stars dancing before your dazed eyes.

"G-God ... mmm, yes, Daddy ..." You arched your back, not even noticing that you put your legs on his broad shoulder, letting him devour your pussy even more intensely. "Mmm, p-please, fuck me ... use me, Patrick, take all of me … I beg you!"

You almost cried, silencing yourself with a trembling hand. You felt his firm grip on your waist as he rolled you onto your side and cuddled you from behind. Impatiently, Patrick pulled down his boxers, stroked himself a bit and poked at your wet entrance, smearing your flavour around his engorged tip. 

"Fuck, you're so tight." He put his forearm under your head so you could lie on it while he slowly but deeply pounded into you. "Mm-hm, you always take me so well, sweetie."

Biting your lips, you closed your eyes from the total bliss of being so full. His thick dick stretching you more and more with each thrust, sliding further and further until it hit your cervix.

"A-aaaw! Daddy, please ... I w-want you to ..."

"To put another baby inside you?" Bateman almost growled, hooking his tail around your leg to lift it higher and spread you even wider. "Oh, fuck ... you're such a perfect Mommy."

"Yes! God, yes ... please breed me again Patty ..."

"Shit, you're so thirsty for my cum ..."

Ramming harder into you, he wrapped his arms around your trembling little form, covering you in his embrace like a blanket. Damn, he was so strong, so warm and possessive, your pussy was pulsating just from the way his heavy breathing was scorching your sensitive neck. But when you felt his soft finger pad rubbing your blushing clit, you couldn't stop yourself from falling into the abyss of pleasure. Your inner walls were squeezing his cock and spurring him on to fuck you so raw through your orgasm that you almost passed out.

"Yes, baby. Just like that ..." Patrick pulled you closer, holding you in his arms as you shook too hard. "F-fuck, I'm going to pump this little pussy ... mmm and make you pregnant, you'll always be mine, honey ..."

His voice wavered, his whole body tensed like a string as you felt his warm seed filling you from the inside until it started to leak out of your abused cunt and stain his perfect sheets, but he didn't care because your little quivering frame was all that mattered.

Can't stop thinking about pregnant!reader constantly snapping at simon and being tired and him just being so understanding and everyone that sees them just don't get it? Because how is the Lieutenant that snaps at whoever being this soft🫡🫡

you've been bringing your own lunch to work because you hate the meals the mess hall makes. it makes your pregnant belly absolutely angry, and simon's held your hair up enough times to know that if he doesn't pack you something to eat before you go, it'll be hell on earth.

the rec room door slams open. everyone jumps, startled in their seats, and simon just stares, leaning against the wall by the open window as he puffs on a cigarette.

his eyes focus on you just as you angrily waddle your way over. he doesn't even flinch when you smack the cigarette out of his mouth, stomping on it with your boot as you glare up at him. all he does is smirk a little, reaching down and thumbing at your jaw.

"'ello, beautiful," he murmurs, his dark eyes roaming over your face. you let him touch for just a moment before you hit his hand off.

"don't try and butter me up," you snap, narrowing your eyes more. "you forgot...you forgot!"

he sighs, licking over his bottom lip.

"never seen anythin' prettier than ya," he whispers. he wants to shove down your pants and fuck your sopping cunt (he knows you're wet, you always are now), but instead he just lets out a soft breath and takes in how pretty you really are. just gorgeous--those big, pouty lips, all glossy and wet. those eyes--what drew him to you in the first place, that gaze that could stop a thousand bullets.

"you forgot my lunch, simon," you cry, and he cups your face, shaking his head. "i hate you. you're a sorry bastard! what's wrong with you?!"

he leans down and pecks your lips through the mask, and johnny, who's been slack-jawed and caught off-guard since you came into the room, turns to look at gaz--who's equally as confused.

"didn't forget, swee'eart," simon murmurs. "got y'some take-away. thought y'might fancy somethin' else."

your angry expression fades just a little, and you smooth both hands over your bump.

"you...you did?" you sniffle, and simon chuckles, nodding.

"y'r just tired, luv...aren't ya?"

you nod, closing your eyes. he soaks up your tears with the thumbs of his gloved hands.

"y'r feet oll swollen..." he kisses your jaw through the mask, and your eyes flutter a little. "c'mon, bubs. let's get ya off y'r feet, aye? get ya some food?"

you let him coax your face into his chest, and you settle there, taking a deep breath.

"you need to stop smoking," you whisper as you get a whiff of the scent on his clothes. "if i catch you again, i'll kill you."

"olright, luv," he agrees absentmindedly, turning you around to guide you out of the room. your food is in his room since he doesn't trust his sergeants not to pick at it if he left it in the shared fridge. "woteva ya say."

when you both close the door behind you, johnny blinks.

"i think i just saw a ghost, a real one..." he murmurs. "i must've just seen a ghost, gaz, have i gone mad? or did i just see our lieutenant with a lass? and did she just call 'im a bastard?"

"no," gaz turns back to their card game, dealing out another hand. "no, we didn't see anythin', soap."

"huh?"

"we didn't...see...anything."

↷ ˊ- pairing: chris sturniolo x f!reader.

᪇♡ summary: by accident, chris sees a video where your ex-boyfriend fucks you. he shows you who you are.

᪇♡ content: established relationship, chris jealous dom! sub reader! obscene descriptions, rough sex, rough penetration, hair pulling, mild choking, playing with breasts, use of inappropriate language.

᪇♡ 042502’s typing… ! my first language no English, If you find any errors, that's why. If you like this content, I leave you below the masterlist! for you to read more.

I'm looking at the photos in my gallery with Chris. Me lying on his chest while I slide my thumb over the screen and select some photos to show him about my childhood. Just from a little girl's birthday. We had been lying there for half an hour looking at photos, laughing and making comments from both of us. Chris stroked my back and from time to time pointed out a photo or video that caught his attention.

"And that video?" He asks, pointing to a particular point on the screen that I quickly see and furrow my eyebrows for a second. My eyes widen when I realize what it was and I really regret not deleting it. A video that Emmett had recorded the time we had fucked.

"Nothing, is stupid" I laugh, huffing a little and sliding my finger over the screen, dismissing it.

"But let me see it, I want to see it." He insists and I looked at him, tilting my head with a smile.

I wasn't with Chris when it happened so there was nothing to hide, but I knew perfectly well that there were going to be a thousand questions about why I still had that video. I really didn't have it for anything special, I had just forgotten to delete it among all the things I have in my gallery.

"Come on, I want to see him." His tone of voice changes as does his expression and he no longer seems calm.

"Seriously, Chrissy, it's nothing important," he muttered, lifting me off his chest as I turned off my phone and he pointed at it. I sit on the bed looking at him. The atmosphere had already become tense.

"Show me, do you think I don't recognize your butt? Come on, let me see," he says annoyed, sitting on the bed, leaning his back against the backrest.

"Not because you're going to get angry."

And a lot. I think. If you already really don't like that I was friends with my ex and now this video. He will grow green gray hair.

"Come on" he sighs heavily, already annoyed "let me see."

I swallow saliva, holding my gaze for a few long seconds in which we look at each other seriously. He was going to be angry and rightly so. I had nothing to hide, so while I sit I unlock my phone and close my eyes for a microsecond clicking on the video with Emmett. Regretting it the second I give him the cell phone.

"It's from when I was dating Emmett," I quickly excused, watching him stare at the cell phone and press play on the video without even looking at me.

It was a short fifty-second video in which I was on all fours and Emmett was fucking me in that position, quite rough while I told him please don't stop, that I loved it. My heart races listening to the audio of the video and I felt quite embarrassed by the situation. Chris squeezed his cell phone as he watched the screen and his jaw tightened when he heard everything I said to Emmett in the video.

"Why do you have this video?" He asks, turning off his cell phone when he finishes watching and throws it on the bed, "Do you like to watch it to keep yourself warm or what?"

"not at all Chris" he sighed. I knew he was going to say that: I forgot to delete it, just "sorry." I apologize, looking him in the eyes. It was the truth so I had nothing more to say to him. Still I can see the anger in his eyes. And for some reason that made him look more intimidating. "Are you mad Chris?" I ask when I see that he doesn't answer me or speak to me, I tilt my head and bite my lower lip impatiently. Sign that she was nervous.

"Come here."

I raise an eyebrow in confusion. He shakes his head and pats his lap. I can't figure out if he's angry, jealous, or if he's going to tell me to go to hell. Although I think the latter is not. I listen to him without saying anything, putting one of my legs over his body and finally sitting astride him. He runs one of his hands down my back, moving up to grab my hair in a ponytail and grabs my face with his free hand.

"Did you like the way Emmett fucked you?" he asks without a filter, squeezing my cheeks. His hand covers almost my entire jaw and part of my face. From the way I feel his crotch slowly growing beneath me I realize his intentions. Still I shake my head at his question, looking into his eyes. "Tell me the truth," he demands through his teeth, pulling my hair a little and tightening his grip on my face. "Or do you want me to show you the video so you remember?" He lowers his grip on my neck, pulling me towards him, bringing our faces closer. "Did you like it or not? Don't make me angry."

I look at his mouth when he speaks and I'm already starting to feel how things are heating up. He's jealous. Whatever I answer, he's going to get angry and nothing was going to stop what he was going to do to me. I already had Emmett between my eyebrows.

"Yes" I whisper.

A dark smile appears on his mouth. He runs his tongue over his teeth before clicking it, but he doesn't say anything to me, he just cuts the distance and kisses me without letting go of my neck. He lets go of my hair and slides his hand down my spine to my butt, squeezing over the shorts I'm wearing and then giving him a hard spank. Making me complain about the kiss. He hits me again and I bite my lower lip, furrowing my eyebrows as another spank lands on my ass.

"It hurts me."

"Yeah?" He pouts, scoffing. He hits me again and this time I grab his wrist, stopping him because the area was starting to burn, "take your hand away." He squeezes my neck and I let go almost immediately. He rubs the area a little and then grabs my butt, shaking it while smiling, biting his lower lip. "bear it now." He kissed me quickly and just as we were, he threw me onto the bed, leaving me face up on it.

I can't explain how hot it makes me that he's treating me like this. The inside of my legs is a sea and he hasn't even touched me yet. He quickly gets rid of my shorts, taking my thong along the way as well, and takes a few seconds to admire me, my legs open just for him. I know that he knows perfectly well that that video means nothing to me, I even know that he knows that he fucks me better than anyone. However, his jealousy is stronger and his anger is evident. That just makes things even better. Without wasting any time he quickly takes off his shirt and the jogging pants he is wearing. He stretches one of his hands towards me and grabbing the collar of my tank top he lowers it, freeing my tits that bounce from the violence with which he did it.

He leans down, resting his knee between my legs and his right hand next to my body, directly attacking my neck. Leaving a trail of kisses along my skin while he squeezes one of my tits with his left hand and lowers his mouth, at a fairly slow pace, tracing a line along my collarbone to my nipple, putting it in his mouth, playing with it at the same time that he lowers his hand down my abdomen, abandoning my tit and focusing on my center, wet with it. I am a bundle of emotions, I can't help but let out small sighs at everything he does to me.

A moan escapes my lips when he begins to trace small circles around my clit, testing my entrance, spreading my flows throughout the area. Sending signals to my entire body, making me sigh with pleasure. He returns his kisses to my neck after kissing me and tasting each nipple, leaving them shiny with his saliva and he separates himself to look at my expressions when he threatens to put his fingers in me. I look at him somewhat pleadingly, spreading my legs wider to get more of it, but he touches me anywhere but inside. He presses my clitoris again with his fingers, this time with more intensity, making me start to moan softly.

"Chris" I complain when he presses his fingers again without putting them in me. I felt very wet, I needed it now.

He doesn't say anything to me but smiles mockingly. He doesn't make me wait any longer and slides two fingers inside me with ease.

"You're so wet, huh" he looks at me, resting his free hand next to my head, starting to move his fingers inside me. In and out, at a fast and precise pace. I was already quite sensitive from all the attention he gave to my clit minutes ago, but I kept getting wetter and wetter, moaning in the middle of it all. You could hear perfectly how his fingers entered and left me, juicy from my flows.

I look at Chris with my mouth slightly open, enclosing my legs in his hand when he curls his fingers a little and begins to move them rapidly inside me, fully stimulating that point that makes me scream immediately. Making it impossible for me to want to hold out my orgasm. The pressure in my abdomen began to increase and my thighs trembled from the over-pleasure it was generating in me. He grabbed his arm and pulled my head back, freeing me. Splashing all over his hand and wetting the sheets.

Chris removes his fingers from inside me and roughly grabs my face.

"Open your mouth" he orders and as soon as I do he puts his fingers in me. Making me taste my own taste while I breathe heavily through my nose and suck on his fingers, looking into his eyes when I do it. He moistens his lower lip and takes out his fingers, without letting go of my face and with that same hand he slaps me lightly. I smile letting out a sigh "So you like to be fucked like a whore," he murmurs, emphasizing one of the phrases Emmett told me in the video. He lowers his hand and squeezes my neck tightly when I nod shamelessly and with his free hand he squeezes my cheeks again before slapping me again. a little stronger. The area is starting to itch a little but I haven't erased my smile yet. He also smiles and lets go of me, walking away to take off his boxers.

I don't even have time to admire her naked body, she grabs me by the thighs and turns me over on the bed. Putting myself face down, supported by my elbows. He tells me to raise my hips a little and puts a pillow under me. He separates my knees a little and brushes the hair from my back to leave a clear path to briefly kiss the area. to my lower back while he squeezes my butt with both hands and moves away, spreading my buttocks. I turned a little and smiled seeing how he is admiring me while biting his lower lip. I take the opportunity to move my hips towards him, making him sigh.

He settles between my legs, from behind, grabbing his cock to start walking the glans through my folds. Spreading my flows throughout the entire area of my entrance and immediately hitting my ass with its entire length. Afterwards, I pressed the glans again at my entrance, starting to insert only the tip and taking it out again, several times, giving me just a taste. He grabs me by the hips, stopping me when I start to pull them back so he can start fucking me once and for all. I couldn't stand the urge anymore.

"How desperate." He mocks me, spanking my butt with his huge hand, making me jump a little.

I'm about to complain and tell him to stop teasing but I'm silenced by the sudden thrust squarely inside me. All the way in, sliding easily and making me ache from the sudden sensation. He starts moving at a fast pace right away, without even letting me get used to his thickness. He grabs me by the back of my neck with both hands, in turn squeezing my neck and holding on like that to start attacking me. Entering completely and leaving only halfway, fucking me as only he knows how. Stealing all the moans from the back of my throat that are slightly broken by the force in which he is holding me.

I arch my back due to the speed he is exerting to catch me and I close my eyes, letting myself be for the moment. Nice to meet you. Listening to the curses he throws from time to time and our sweaty skins colliding violently from the thrusts. My moans echoing throughout the room and ringing in my ears, enveloping me.

Chris pushes me down, causing my torso and head to fall onto the sheets. He presses me against the bed again with his hand on my neck and slows down the pace of the thrusts a little. I feel like my walls are starting to close around him more and more and as he advances I get wetter and wetter. When he lets me go, he raised his head a little and I began to pant following the rhythm of his hips, moving towards him in search of my second orgasm. He wasn't going to last much longer and he knows it.

I rest my cheek against the bed, crumpling the sheets between my fingers as I receive the next thrust inside me. I swore that at any moment he was going to break me in two if he continued to exert such force to attack me. He's angry, jealous, and he's discounting it on me right there.

A smile appears at the corner of my mouth and I let out a muffled moan when he spanks me hard, making me shudder from head to toe.

"Is that how he would fuck you?" He asks with his mouth pressed to my ear, his hands on either side of my head and he doesn't stop moving his hips against me. I can feel how close I am to my orgasm. Increases lunge speed on purpose. I do not answer. The words just don't come out to me. I close my eyes tightly and open my mouth, releasing breathless moans. ou could hear the noise of our skin colliding and the sounds from the back of my throat, "Answer to me."

"No" I deny as best I can, sticking closer and closer to him, the tingling in the lower part of my abdomen becomes present. Chris slows down and starts taking short, slow thrusts. I can swear he smiled at my response. He sits up, grabs my hips and puts me on all fours again. He rolls my hair in his hand, twists his wrist and pulls me towards him, causing my body to rise from the bed and my back to crash against his chest.

So I can see our reflection in the mirror in front of the bed. The panorama is fiery. Chris places his hand on my abdomen while he continues to grab my hair and begins to rock his hips again. He knows perfectly well that he found my g-spot and he takes care of hitting the right place to make me scream.

When I have you like this, he whispers in my ear, sliding his hand from my abdomen to my clitoris. We exchange glances through the reflection "I have no doubt who you belong to."

I smile at what he tells me, nodding without doubting for a second that I am his. He smiles too and places a kiss behind my ear. He whispers 'very good, that's my baby' and just like that he puts me on all fours again without stopping fucking me.

I threw my head back, closing my eyes, and ended up enveloping his cock with my orgasm, making the thrusts sound even louder. He lets go of my hair and grabs onto my waist, thrusting into me until he breaks free too. Filling my inside. Making it clear to me once again that I am completely his.

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Sometimes when you watched Levi playing gently with your kid and thought about how an hour ago he was fucking you senseless in the guest bedroom while your kid was napping in your bedroom. You had to bite into the spare sheets that smelt like moth balls while Levi fucked you from behind.

You tried your best to keep it down, and Levi had to stop every few seconds to listen if your kid had woken up. He flipped you around, pulled your milk stained t shirt up to reveal your breasts, and pounded you hard to watch your boobs shake. He grabbed one of your boobs and cummed so hard he spasmed and groaned involuntarily.

You were exhausted and high with pleasure after multiple orgasms you were breathing hard through your mouth. It was challenging to make baby #2 when you had a clingy child who followed either one of you like a baby duck.

It caught you by surprise when your kid suddenly asked you after your little adventure in the spare room, "why is mommy always washing the sheets in the evening?" You looked at Levi and your guilty and horified look was mirrored on his face.

"Mommy peed herself while she naps just now," Levi betrayed you.

Ex-Bf!Sukuna who brings your favorite flowers every 2 weeks when he picks you up from work. He says it's for his 'princess' much to your annoyance. You already feel guilty because Sukuna has been picking you up from your late night shifts at the restaurant. You still take the flowers, holding them gently in your lap as Sukuna drives you home. Sukuna looks at you through his peripheral and notices your furrowed eyebrows.

"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours, princess?" His voice was as smooth as ever.

You roll your eyes because Sukuna still calls you by that nickname despite breaking up with him. An unfamiliar feeling is filling your stomach as the wind from the open window cools your heated cheeks.

"Stop calling me that." You mumble only for Sukuna to snicker.

"No." It's all he says for the rest of the car ride. You look down on your lap and admire the pretty flowers that he got you this time. When you walk through your apartment door, the bouquet in your hands, you begin wondering if it always felt so empty without the tattooed pink hair man.

Grumpy Pants

SUMMARY: Matt can't stand not being close to Y/N, even for a minute.

WARNINGS: none

AUTHORS NOTE: short little blurb <3

Y/N, Matt, Chris, Nick

“Can I help you, grumpy pants?” I say as Matt pins his arms across his chest with a pout on his face while he sits on the couch across from me.

“I’m not a grumpy pants.” he grumbles.

“You’re being a grumpy pants.”

“Obviously I’m being a grumpy pants!” He flails a hand through the air. “Every time we’re here you ditch me for those two.” he points to Me, Nick, and Chris taking up the whole couch while he's on the other side of the room.

“Sharing is caring, Matt” Nick mumbles from beside me, his eyes looking up from his phone. “We haven't seen y/n in forever since you never bring her here. We just wanna cuddle” Chris says as he wraps his arms around me playfully.

Matt runs a hand over his face. “How about you guys find a friend that isn't my girlfriend.” He pouts. “She was our friend first Matt” Nick slings an arm around my shoulders so Nick Chris and I are in a group hug. “It doesn't matter. She's my girlfriend.” Matt pats his lap and raises his brows at me, trying to get me over there. He rolls his eyes when I don’t respond.

“Y/N, baby, come here” He whines .“Don't "baby" me I'm trying to spend time with my friends” I say playfully. "Fine be like that" He grumbles. “I can't take his complaining anymore,” Nick says as he gets up to go into the kitchen as Chris follows.

Laughing, I look over at Matt and open up my arms “Come here you big baby.” To say Matt doesn’t run over to me would be a lie. He flops on top of me and runs his arms under my shirt, wrapping them around me. My fingers run through his hair as he lets out a deep sigh, seeming content with the outcome. His lips touch my shoulder, whispering I love you into my skin followed by a light kiss to my jaw. Almost a year together and he hates it when he isn't near me.